Pilot: *Coughing* C-can anyone hear me? This is Whiskey-927, does anyone copy? -Static-

Commander Reaper: Whiskey-927 this is Sierra-116, I read you, what the hell happened? -Static-

Pilot: Commander, I was shot down by a scarab, the blast came out of nowhere, all of my passengers are dead, I'm the only survivor..... But I'm not sure how much longer that will last..... -Static-

Commander Reaper: Understood. Sit tight, pilot, help is on the way. -Static-

Alright people, we've got a search and rescue mission. Whiskey-927 was shot down, and the only survivor is the pilot, pack your shit and move out in sixty seconds.

Squad: Yes sir!

Commander Reaper: *Under his breath* First chasin' ghosts to goin' on a search and rescue mission, this isn't my day.

Intelligence Officer : Sir, reports are coming in that there is a massive storm approaching. It doesn't look natural.

Commander Reaper: Inye, did you say unnatural storm?

Inye: Affirmative.

Commander Reaper: And now we have a Forerunner problem. This day just can't get any worse. Alright, everyone mount up, O'Neill, take the Pelican and the Scorpion and head back to base with everyone. Scar, Vinnie, Inye, You're with me.

O'Neill: Understood. Good luck sir.

Commander Reaper: You too. Vinnie, get on the turret, I'll take the wheel. Scar, Inye, you two take the Gauss 'Hog and follow us in.

Vinnie: Good thing you armored the 'Hogs, otherwise they wouldn't withstand the storm.

Reaper: Doesn't mean that it will. That's why we need to hurry.

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