He never finished the sentence.
A cluster of crimson roots, thick as metal beams, shot up from the earth and punched straight through the hull of the rising transport. The entire ship shook violently as alarms screamed and sparks flew from the walls.
But the ship didn't explode since Its frame was strong.
"You BLOODY MONSTER!" the commander screamed while grabbing a rocket backpack from the emergency gear rack and strapping it on with frantic speed. He punched the launch button and blasted out of the back of the ship, smoke trailing behind him as he rocketed down to the ground below.
He landed hard, tumbling and scraping against the rocky terrain.
And just then, the ship above him exploded in a fireball of twisted metal and plasma, raining debris across the sky.
The commander pushed himself up, panting hard while blood ran from a cut above his brow. He looked up at the explosion, then at the nightmare landscape growing around Lyra.