There's something so terrifying and cool about coming back to helldivers mid operation once the planets already been liberated.
You drop in knowing for a fact that no one is coming. You can place down an SOS beacon, but no one will answer. To them, the planet is fine, but for you all hell is breaking loose.
Getting to the end of it with (in my case) harvesters and overseers breathing down your neck, plasma flying overhead, super Destroyer already gone, practically no ammo, knowing there's nothing you can do but accept your fate?
Man that was a crazy feeling.