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[color=gray]	He opened his eyes as he panted heavily, finding himself laying down without any movement. His bullet spray had gone through the shields of the Sanghelli, making for a somewhat blissful death in the favour of Lucas. There was a sudden spark of silence once more, before the rustling sound of footsteps and foliage moving caught his attention. Being too tired to move, Lucas let out a sigh, lifting his hand up and waving towards what he imagined were another group of the hostile's fireteam. Lucas' hand waving signified his tiredness and overall understanding of defeat that he'd come to.[/color]

[color=Orange][b]"Go ahead, I'm ready for the pickin-"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Lucas paused as he saw the emerging figure, clearly of human descent, with the uniform of what seemed to be a UNSC Hospital Corpsman. A smirk came onto his face as he pulled himself to an upright position and cleared the visor from his helmet, revealing his face in person. The female, as he predicted from what he heard on the radio earlier, had to be Kensington.[/color] [color=Orange][b]"Jesus Christ! Maybe...Radioing me before you walk into the open would be a good idea."[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]	She immediately went to her business, seeming to question him for injuries at the sight of the dead Sanghelli and the fact that there was now a deep and glaring strike through his armour. Whilst it wasn't visible or exposing his skin, it seemed, to the outside world and the dangers that lurked outside of his BDU, but it still glared brightly from the heat of the Energy dagger. He pressed his own gloved hand onto the marking, flinching backwards at the heat of it. A thin chuckle came from his lips as he removed his helmet all-together, looking from the gash to the corpsman.[/color]

[color=Orange][b]"I'm still breathing and I'm pretty sure it didn't get my underarmour. What can I say? Got lucky this time, maybe not so much the next. I could say the same for you."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Lucas pointed towards her own near-escape from what looked like a bite mark. Whether it was wildlife on this odd shield-world or a member of the Covenant wasn't fully obvious to him. Then, slowly but surely, the Sergeant started to stagger onto his feet once more, nodding towards his helping hand that had just arrived. He looked at her BDU and weaponry, assessing her as such.[/color] [color=Orange][b]"Couldn't of asked for a better medic, and well armed. But you're a long way away from a hospital, Kensington, I presume? Glad you got here quickly. I was starting to get lonely. What brought you down onto the planet's surface, especially if you aren't in any of the outposts?"[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]	He smirked once more, laughing to himself as he put his infamous ODST helmet back onto his head. In doing so, he allowed his visor to remain clear, making the face-to-face conversation less threatening. In a moment like this, where you would hate feeling like the last human on the planet, having a masked face could provide some discomfort. But before he could say anything else in response to her, another sound of rustling was heard from nearby foliage. Almost instantly, Hickery raised his BR55-HB towards where the sound came from, not having enough time to duck for cover. However, before anything emerged, a sound came from the bushes. A human voice...

	As he hoped, Rylei appeared from the treeline, dashing her own variation of BDU and weaponry. Smiling visually with his visor clear, Lucas let out another cast of laughter, lowering his weapon and loosening his stance in order to make a better presentation. It was always about the presentation when there was no fighting to be done. They were in the military after-all.[/color]

[color=Orange][b]"Private First-Class Xandre? Of course, nearest to me after all. Well, seeing as we're introducing ourselves...Sergeant Lucas Hickery, or as you lot keep calling me Chariot 9-4-2. It's a bloody great thing to see some comforting people rather than...This."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He kicked the Sanghelli lying on the floor, prodding it as he took a knee, lowering the scanner once again on his visor. He had a soft-spot for scanning materials and technology, even if he'd already seen it before. But this Elite was different. The markings on its armour were a lot less similar to those they would usually encounter. It's energy-daggers were not a common feature for those that you would find elsewhere. This Sanghelli was different, different in many ways.[/color]

[color=Orange][b]"So whilst I scan this beautiful mother-fucker that tried to bludgeon me...What got you guys in this mess? Y'know...my story is quite funny...I was about to deploy from the Stranger of Darkness. Keyword: [i]About[/i]. I mean...I was getting into my pod when the whole canopy of the briefing room began to collapse...Collapse...Completely..."[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Lucas looked upwards, as if he were staring out into the open area blankly. He began to remember everything, piece by piece.[/color] [color=Orange][b]"The ship was crumbling...People were...they were falling out of the ship. I remember seeing struts of the vessel impale one of my squadmates in their pods...Not all of our pods even deployed, I was lucky to even get mine free. Then, I saw it...As I was descending, the whole fucking vessel descending into a firey-ball of death. I could seemingly sense it all; the struggle within that ship must have been...I can't describe it. Then the pod, another pod...It slammed into mine, and that's all I remember."[/b][/color]