the three merines make a short line making there way to the drop pods one by one another soldier helps them get into the pods last in line was Spartan S-213 / Sierra she stood there proudly the red light glowing off her like hell came to earth. The soldier jittery as he is intimidated by her tall structure. Um ma"am the captain has given you a special pod. Um please follow me. The soldier said slightly stumbling through his words.
They both make it to a massively large drop pod. She then walked up and took a sit she seemed to fit perfectly. She then looked at the soldier. Hey. She asked startling. The soldier. Uh yes ma"a.. she cut him off. :you mind shutting the door? The soldier then pointed at a button under her hand. As she looked down to see it. What? Oh. She pushed the button and the door slid shut smoke shooting out making sure it was sealed. The soldier then began tapping on the pods insuring that there ready for lunch.
Inside Johnson's pod we see him looking around frantically. A video call pops up on the door showing captain Avery :Rock Team what's your adjectives? He asked in a firm tone
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Johnson quickly straightened up, trying to look focused. "Uh, secure the LZ, retrieve the source of the signal, and report back. Sir." He said, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a hint of nerves.
"Good. Don't screw this up." Captain Avery's face flickered off the screen, leaving Johnson alone in the small, confined pod. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and glanced at the pod's countdown timer: 10 seconds to drop.
Sierra, in her pod, stayed still, her mind sharp and focused. The red lights inside the pod pulsed steadily, matching the countdown. **10... 9...** Her hand gripped the sides of her seat, not out of fear, but readiness. She was built for this.
**3... 2... 1...** The pods launched with a sudden jolt. Johnson's stomach lurched, and his hands instinctively grabbed the handles inside the pod. He squeezed his eyes shut as the pod rocketed through the atmosphere, flames licking at the windows. The violent descent made his whole body rattle. This never get's easier. He said then he opened his eyes and saw a cigar right above his door. Don't mind if I do.
Sierra, however, remained calm as ever, eyes wide open. She felt the heat and the speed but stayed in control. She had been through worse.
The pods broke through the atmosphere with a loud, screeching sound, heading straight for the surface of Reach. The comms in each pod crackled to life.
"Rock Team, brace for impact!"
The ground came up fast. Johnson's eyes went wide as he saw the surface of Reach rushing toward him. His fingers curled tighter around the grips. Taking a drag off his cigar
**BOOM!**
His pod hit hard, bouncing once before slamming into the dirt. Johnson groaned as the impact rocked him, but the pod held strong. Sierra's landing, meanwhile, was smooth, her pod embedding itself perfectly into the earth.
As the dust settled, the doors of the pods hissed open. Johnson stumbled out, shaking his head to clear the disorientation, while Sierra emerged with precision, stepping out into the dusk without missing a beat. The air was thick with smoke, and the landscape around them was battered and broken from the previous battle on Reach.
Sierra looked around, scanning for threats. "Eyes up, . We're not alone out here."
Johnson and the others quickly regrouped near Sierra, their eyes darting nervously to the shadows around them.
A distant noise echoed through the air — the unmistakable sound of Covenant forces.
"Here we go," Sierra muttered, gripping her rifle and stepping forward, leading the way into the unknown.
When we make it back and that's if we make it back we really need to work on our team name. I mean come on who the hell thought rock team was a good idea. Johnson said. The spartan gave no attention to the matter and kept walking.
