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The thick underbrush made it hard to see more than a few paces in front of two soldiers. Ideally, that worked two ways. Jinxie wouldn't be surprised if the Covenant had some ultrapowerful thermal imaging or something though. They seemed to always have a leg up on the UNSC in the technology department. Even their explosives were far and away the better devices. The colours were prettier too. Blues and purples and tinges of green as opposed to dull red and orange. Yeah it was a little against regulations but if she spotted some of the aliens' explosives, they were all hers.  

”What exactly happened on Fumirole? Been fortunate enough to avoid that one, but I overheard some pilots talking about it. They said it was quite a shitshow. And what was that about some Colonel’s Warthog? That sounds like an interesting story.”

Edward's question cut through the (relative) silence of the forest. No forest was ever truly silent after all. "A flight of Banshees strafed our position. Those plasma cannons tore through us. I had taken a plasma pistol shot to the chest so I was already down by the time they came by. I heard the howl though. I guess they thought I was dead, because they ignored me. Another platoon found us a couple hours later. Well, they found me. I did hear a Spartan took out a Covenant ship singlehandedly that day. Wish I could have seen the explosion." Srin's tone changed back to its normal upbeat sound upon recollection of the Warthog Story, "You know about fusion coils right? The highly controversial and equally as volatile power sources? Well we had just gotten a shipment of them. Only someone had mounted them improperly. So by the time they arrived at our base they were all primed to roll out of the container in a very explosive way. So I volunteered to get them out. I've been around things that blow up my whole life, it just doesn't phase me anymore. Long story short, I got them out safely, but the next day an aide driving the Colonel's 'Hog around took a corner just a little too fast and dinged one of the coils. You can guess what happened. The 'Hog flipped end over end before landing on the wheels again. No one was hurt, aside from the career of the aide. He accused whoever put them there of being sloppy and leaving dangerous equipment around. That was, of course, me. There was a full investigation and tribunal but eventually I was cleared of all wrongdoing. Big waste of time in the end but I did get a funny story out of it." 

Jinxie laughed at her own story before turning serious again at the last inquiry. "None taken. I'm not a coward if that is what you are asking. I didn't give myself the nickname. It started out as a joke I think, but every time something out of the ordinary would happen it was blamed on me. Eventually people started buying into the myth I guess. What I'm trying to say is that I don't think I'm particularly unlucky- er I think. I've confused myself now." the Army Trooper cracked a wide smile as they came upon the final stretch to OP Sierra. Accepting the gift of the rangefinder, Srin peered at the partially constructed outpost. "Yeah, I think you and I should take a look. If it's clear, then we radio it in and have your squad bring the wounded one in and we dig in. If it's not clear, well..." Her voice trailed off as she handed the rangefinder back to their owner.
[@Starlance]