Installation 06 [Closed RP]
The trip seemed like a blur. A huge, crash-ey blur. The transport vessel they rode in on was pulled into the atmosphere of one of the rings. Their mission: to investigate the disappearance of several UNSC squads.
Well THERE’S your problem… Cortez thought, awaking from unconsciousness. This damn ring is a giant tractor beam of death! He looked around, noticing his new partner, Echo, his old buddy, Vermont, and their recent addition, Acre, were getting up as well. Good to see they were okay. Unfortunately, the other mercenaries and crew they came with didn’t seem to have the same amount of luck.
Then a voice called to the four, a floating, yellow ball seemingly… speaking to them? “Ah! Hello! I am thrilled to see you are all okay!” It said. “Well… some of you…” It added in a slightly morbid tone, eyeing one of the crewmen’s corpses.
Her heart pumping was the first thing she heard, her vision blurred, coming to focus.Placing her hand over her head and tapping her helmet, she felt relieved. Still intact. Thank god for armor, right? Then she remembered, they had.. crashed? Cortez wasn't going to be happy about that. "Hello? Guys—" she called out, moving from her position slumped against a wall. "—Agh." Alright, intact but a little bruised.
Before she had time to check her teammates and ask more questions, she was rudely interrupted by some.. thing. "Woah- what." It took her a moment to catch her bearings and realize this wasn't some dream. "Um... hello." The woman stared at the thing. She'd never seen anything quite like it before. To Echo's relief, she could see Acre stirring, Vermont and Cortez. Thank god.







