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"This is Spartan November One-Zero-Zero, Colonel Nozz. Crash landed on planet Erratus. Pelican badly damaged. Survivors Limited to Fire Team CiMu, consisting of
myself, Spartan November One-Zero-One, Lieutenant Colonel Jack, Spartan Sierra Zero-One-Seven, Lieutenent Colonel Samantha, and Spartan Sierra Six-Five-One, Captain Scotia.
Evening drawing near. Will set up camp tonight and begin search for way off planet at first dawn."
"I don't know why you're bothering with that, they're going to just debrief us anyways if they find us." Jack said as he checked his side-arm. The campfire lit the
area with an orange glow. Sam was leaning back onto a nearby tree trunk, long auburn hair draping over her maroon armor.
"Yeah, plus back in New Jersey, we didn't need to report to anyone as long as we did what we were supposed to. We blew up that cruiser, our mission's done." Scotia's
blue armor had taken a beating from that mission. Nothing more than some dents and scratches luckily. Nozz's and Jack's were more similar to each other, seeing as they were
brothers. Both were black, but Nozz's had chosen orchid for his secondary color, while Jack chose the brick color.
"It'll be less debriefing for us, and in the off chance we won't make it..." Nozz pauses as he stares at his helmet with the cam on it. He had the armor for someone
who wanted to be prepared for anything. Jack sported a bulky defense outfit, He liked being able to hose out bullets. Always was a bit bullheaded. Sam stuck with the
lightweight stuff usualy used for airborne spartans. She always preffered to be able to move quickly. Scotia, being the newest member, had the typical armor that one starts
"Tacpad says we're a couple hundred clicks from the nearest UNSC base. We could take the M831 if we found a road."
"Negative Captain, axels broke when we landed. We'll have to hoof it to the nearest outpost."
"No offense, brother, but do you know how long that's going to take us? Could we fix the axels?"
"Even if we could, whats the guarentee of finding an unmarked road? The nearest one on the Tacpad says its over halfway there."
"Sam's right. We'll carry what we can and make our way starting tomorrow. For now, I'll set up a distress beacon from the pelican." Nozz made his way back inside the
pelican to the cockpit while the other 3 sat by the fire they made. Jack took off his helmet and set it beside him, getting a breath of the planet's fresh air. The smell of
pine was thick. Scotia was playing with her pad looking for possible roads nearby and sam broke off a couple branches from a nearby tree for the fire. "Alright, beacon's set
up. For now we'll catch some sleep. Rest up, we move out in 600 hours." After a unison of "Yes sir"s the team got their places ready, and snuffed the fire out.