[centre][h2][colour=ff4d27]Yalu 'Suumko[/colour][/h2][/centre]

Yalu let out a low roar as the last two plasma bolts shot from his concussion rifle. The rest of the team picked up where his magazine left off, scattering and killing the rebel humans to allow their advance. Yalu stayed put to let the others peel ahead so his shields could recharge. He paced forward down the ramp and dashed behind a crate.

He couldn't quite listen to all of the fight. There were a number of blue and yellow explosions that chained off somewhere around the crate he was crouched behind. He quickly ejected the spent magazine cell from his weapon, replaced it, and stood, weapon level.

The enemy had withdrawn, more or less. The spartan leader was on the ground, being seen to.

Yalu spared a glance to the sangheili pilot while he scanned the area through his helmet optics. [colour=ff4d27]"There was another pilot..."[/colour] He breathed in and trailed off. He could see from the look in the living pilot's eye that he did not need to ask. Instead, he briefly flicked off his comms to mumble something in his home dialect.

Switching weapons, Yalu turned to cover the team's rear. He spoke up in the next gap in conversation. [colour=ff4d27]"We have a few points of ingress. Awaiting orders, commander."[/colour]