Tar swore as her Spectre creaked again, trying to fly away in the howling wind. She was taking on a worrying list; her engines whined as she turned the front into the wind and squeezed every ounce of power from them. “Lean into it or we’ll go over!” She bellowed at her passengers. Rain splashed directly into her face off the front hull of the Spectre.

“We should find shelter. This is the rainy season - the worst could still come!” Tar knew all too well the perils of braving events like this, especially on the exposed plateaus where they were headed. Many Sangheili had spilled their blood on the rocky outcrops below.

She frantically cast her eyes around for somewhere they could go while trying to control her Spectre. Visibility was almost nil outside the basin they had been riding through. Then Tar saw the dark green vines plastering the forest floor on one side. She knew immediately what that meant. “Up on our left! There’s a cave system!” Tar called, pointing with her free hand.