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Amber looked at Jameson and nodded at him knowing that the weather on the surface were going to most likely cause the whole team to land in different parts of the city or worse some of them would die on impact. She looked at the monitor once more and followed alongside her commanding officer until they were at the entrance to the Drop Pod Bay, Amber's eyes stared straight into Jameson's and gave him a salute. "Sir yes, sir. And meet you groundside or in hell whichever place we land in." She watched him heading towards his pod. Amber headed towards hers which was the very last one in the bay facing Truman's, she set her MA5C Assault Rifle into it's rack within her pod along with her field kit into a hanger on the other side of her pod and climbed in hooking her M7S SMG onto it's holster on her thigh.

04:22 Hours
23 August, 2550
Drop Bay of the UNSC Wayward Wanderer

Once everything was tightly secured and fastened down inside her pod Amber pressed a button and closed the hatch to her pod looking through the small view port. “Bridge to Drop Bay, we are three mikes to drop zone. Stand by!” Hearing Captain Ramsey's voice through the coms Amber strapped herself and closed her eyes tightly always hating dropping down where so many variables could happen. She turned off the ODST anthem even though she enjoyed being a part of them Amber didn't want to listen not when the mission was to stressful. “Bridge to Drop Bay, T-Minus Five… Four… Three… Two…” called out the shipboard AI, Oberon, she heard the ship's AI's voice and then the sudden launch through the bottom of the Wayward Wanderer Amber gripped her thighs tightly at the sudden launch of speed into space and then the G-Forces going through as they went through the atmosphere.

She opened her eyes seeing the red hue of reentry heat running across the surface of the drop pod Amber watched as the other pods of Ghost going through the atmosphere, and then entered through the storm clouds. Once they were clear of the clouds Amber stared down at the destroyed city landscape on the ground below, what she didn't expect next was a sudden flash of lightening and stared at Truman's pod was struck by it Truman's parachute broke away hearing the call she dreaded to hear. “Oh god! I got hit by a bolt of lightning! My systems are fried! Mayday! Mayday! going down! I repeat, I’m going down! Mayday! Mayday! Oh god n-…” Amber couldn't do anything else and watched helplessly as Truman's Pod crash landed into the side of one of the wrecked skyscrapers.

Amber heard another clap of thunder and a flash of lightening hitting her own pod, she quickly took control of her own pod and instantly fired her maneuver thrusters to stabilize her pod crashed into the building violently Amber hit her head against the back of her helmet and seat and lost consciousness.

04:29 Hours
23 August, 2550
Solace City, Coronado Way
Solace Colony

Amber groaned loudly her head pounding she could feel something wet going down the side of her head, Amber removed her helmet to touch it and saw red in her hand she was alive feeling like she had a really bad hangover. She heard Jameson's voice yelling into the radio. "I'm alive felt like I was hit by a Brute's gravity hammer" Amber said and pinged her location on the map to the rest of the team. Amber went to push the release to her pod's hatch and refused to open she tried the manual release and they didn't budge either she even started to kick at the door with her armored boot the lightening fried and fused the door shut. "Damn it! Lightening struck my pod, and wont release." Amber said over the radio she looked over at the building seeing smoke coming from where Truman's pod had crashed. "I may need help."

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