Lyn had spent a lot of time sleeping on the blimp.  When the call came she was more than ready.  Infact she was ready and wanting to go and make some noise, pretty colors and BIGGGG explosions.  She felt her pulse race as she grabbed her small back pack and her little box of tricks and then she made her way to the cargo bay.  She was sucking on a wooden pick, nibbling on the end as she listened to the Major.  Things were sweet.<br/><br/>She strapped on the pack she was given by the Major, making sure everything was where it should be, she didn't want to go splat on landing.  She grinned, her adrenaline racing through her system, fuck she loved this, she loved the excitement, loved the whole buzz she was getting from this exploit.  Damn she felt alive.  The helmet was on her head, secured and she pulled on some gloves, something she never went without.<br/><br/>Then the doors opened and she was gone, falling, tumbling having so much fun she wanted to wet herself.  She screamed “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH fffffffffffffuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yyyyyyeeeeeeessssssss” Lyn loved the free fall, she loved the movements, the way it made her feel.  She was free, she had never felt freer...