Randomness and Ranting

     Crystal watched through the lady's helmet as they plummeted down to Atlas in the drop pod. Fire engulfed the drop pod as they passed through the atmosphere. The sparks danced gracefully before her eyes, climbing up the pod with speed and elegance. Crystal could not look away from the fire, the blaze had her transfixed. Not even the beeping of a distress call could... wait, a distress call? "Focus, Crystal," the woman said, smacking the side of her helmet. The AI quickly snapped back into focus and answered the beacon.

     "Sorry, ma'am. Decrypting the beacon now." Crystal intercepted the data stream protecting the information that the distress beacon held and tore it apart systematically. The security was minimal so it didn't take much effort to get into the beacon and find out why it was activated. There was only one file inside it, an audio file, and crystal transferred it to the spartan she rested inside. The lady pressed a button and the audio played.

     "This is doctor Henry Lanner of the ONI science team in the dark forest on the mining colony of Atlas. If anyone is out there, please respond!" Gunfire went off in the background. "Triad and M.O.B's little experiment here has gone horribly wrong. The AI went rampant-" static cut out apart of the recording and the lady spartan skipped forward a bit. "in short, the flood CAN NOT be controlled. Shit, I can hear them coming for me. Listen, the AI is blocking out all access. We need an extermination team here RIGHT NOW." A crash could be heard, probably a door being broken down. "Oh fuck! They found me!" Doctor Lanner screamed and the audio cut out.

     "This is not good," the spartan muttered. "We need to get to the facillity fast." Crystal nodded.

     "Indeed we do," she replied. "Drop pod making impact with the surface in ten seconds, by the way." A counter appeared in the spartan's helmet and once it reached zero, the drop pod did infact smash into the ground. It sent clouds of dust and rock shrapenal flying out from the impact zone. The lady grunted and pushed open the drop pod door with a struggle. It eventually oozed open and she lifted herself out of the pod. The spartan turned around and picked up a silenced SMG and an automag with some extra clips for both. "Even with spartan genetics," Crystal began, " you still prefer odst gear." The spartan managed a chuckle.

     "I never did get the training for any spartan weapons, and for this mission we need silence." Her AI shrugged.

     "Whatever you say, ma'am. I'm still aquiring the position of the beacon. Give me a moment and I'll-" Just then a series of explosions rippled across the sky. The spartan looked up, SMG raised and tracked a group of covenant drop pods streak through the clouds and into the ground a couple klicks away.

     "Well shit, they must have picked up on the beacon too. We need to move. Now."

     "Aye ma'am, I'll keep working on that beacon." With that the spartan yanked the charging lever of her SMG and sprinted into the forest. The forest of demons.