"Tara, what is going on?" Travis yelled over the helmet radio. He and his Spartan companion were being shot at by two Covenant Banshee fighters. They were flying all around the desert area of the Forerunner planet of Requiem as the planet crumbled in on itself.
"I'm losing control! The left wing's been hit!" she yelled back. She turned sharply, avoiding the huge monuments of ancient steel as they descended faster and faster. "The Fucking AI isn't doing anything!"
"Ice!" Travis shouted over the fire of the machine gun turret he fired at the two purple fighters. He hit one dead center and the purple jet blew up in flames.
"Yes, sir?" the AI responded over the Ship's intercom.
"Try to communicate with the Planet's portal system. Try to open one up and get us the hell out!" Click went the turret as it signaled it was empty. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath.
"At once sir." Travis picked up a Squad Automatic Weapon, or SAW for short and unleashed hell on the Banshee behind him. The Pelican Drop ship Tara was driving turned and spun around drastically, avoiding giant steel buildings and mountains.
"Sir." The AI spoke.
"You open one?" Travis yelled over the long rate of fire the gun spat out.
"Yes, but it has no definite location."
"I don't care. Tell Tara to go through it." He reloaded the drum magazine and kept firing at the fighter shooting bolts of plasma at the ship.
"Yes, sir." The AI left him as he kept firing. The small bullets had no effect on the shell of the purple jet.
"Travis, I'm closing the cargo hull! Get ready, we enter in 500 meters and closing!" she said as the doors to the Pelican shut close. The doors jammed halfway through due to plasma damage.
"Doors are jammed!"
"Doesn't matter! We enter in 300!" Travis jumped to the weapon shelf over the seats to get his shotgun.
"Aw, shit. It ain't here." He looked to the left and saw an Assault Rifle. He grabbed it and placed it on his back where the magnetic straps in his Mark IV GEN 2 armor activated, holding it on his back.
"200!" Travis crouched down and held his pistol in his hand.
"100!" he closed his eyes hoping for the best. He never liked going through portals.
"Hang on!" He felt a large jump as the ship entered through blackness, the Banshee followed. The ride got bumpier with every foot until it seemed the entire ship would disassemble on them in mid transport.
On the Citadel, Commander John Shepard and his wife Liara T'Soni were sitting with their friends and crewmates of the Alliance Navy Ship, Normandy, in their apartment in the Wards. They were celebrating Liara's new pregnancy when their pilot, Joker called them over to the window. Everyone got up and walked over to see the center ring of the Citadel, was brimming with giant electrical arcs. The Presidium Ring glowed intently as a giant black portal ripped open, revealing a dark tunnel to another dimension. From it, two ships emerged, one grey human looking ship that was on fire, and another purple alien ship, chasing it. The human ship was crash landing towards the back of the Wards, landing in a horrible explosion while the purple circle around, descending slowly.
"Garrus, two C-Sec shuttles pronto." Shepard commanded. They were going to investigate.
