Sangheili voices.
The sound of the aggressive species tongue reached her ears as she slowly breached consciousness, tugging her arms on instinct and finding out that she was chained to a wall in an abandoned house. Managing to open her eyes, A-253 looked to see one of the towering creatures standing in front of her, its black eyes staring into her black tinted visor, as if it were trying to find her own. After a few moments of silence, the Field General ripped off A-253's Commando helmet and looked at her before he moved back, allowing two minor ranked Elites to begin the interrogation. After what seemed like an eternity, the Spartan lifted her head, looked at the Field General before she spat blood at its feet and, in return, the high ranking Elite ignited the energy sword and pierced the lower half of the torso plating, dragging it in a downward diagonal motion.
Even with the combined pain and the alarms of her shields blaring, A-253 could just barely make out the chatter among the Sangheilis, once hostile and mocking turned into frantic growls and howling before a blinding light engulfed them and then it was silence.
When she finally managed to regain full consciousness, the Spartan realized that her helmet was missing and she was being dragged across the dirt. A-253 eyes fell upon the being that was dragging her; pointed facial structures, gray skin and yellow eyes and he was wearing what looked to be a life preserver suite. Maybe the air here is dangerous to him? Regardless, the being had her captive and thus was thus deemed the enemy. Getting an understanding of its grip, she could feel the humanoid was struggling quite a bit with holding onto her. With one swift movement, A-253 shot up and brought her free elbow around, the armor shattering the glass before a crunch could be heard. With the gray humanoid letting go, she brought around her other fist and another crunch could be heard before her captor lay still on the ground, it's air supply hissing out of the tubes. If anything, she knew that they would be no problem.
Turning from the body, she followed the trail of upturned dirt that was left behind and soon found herself at its end, the dead Field General lay with its neck at an awkward angle and its energy sword not far from it. Checking its charge, it had at least seventy percent left in it and she hooked it on her hip. Looking around for her helmet, she had found that it was crammed between a rock and a hard place, causing her to pry it out and finding that it had small indents around the rim. Latching it into place, she turned the HUD readings with a few rapid blinks and the familiar hum of her shields recharging, and reaching at least sixty percent capacity; though not at full strength, it's better than nothing. Now having the opportunity to learn her surroundings, she noted that the planet's terrain was a bit rough, there was little light and the plants seemed to glow a reddish color. As she continued to walk about, several blimps appeared on her motion tracker seconds before the sound of mechanical whirring hit her ears. Climbing into one of the trees, she hid herself among the dark branches and waited for them to come into sight.
Once the source of the blimps appeared, she found herself curious; it was at least a small battalion of troopers in white and blue marked armor and helmets, and the occasional machine, that shared the Mantis prototypes, would appear from behind. Scouts, perhaps? What caught her attention were the three up front; one had four arms and reminded her of a fish while the two soldiers behind him had the same armor, but had shoulder pauldrons and belt-spats. Those three had to be in the higher rankings. The front section of the battalion where nearly across from her hiding spot when the four armed being turned its ugly head towards her perch, staring momentarily before motioning for them to continue onward. As her curiosity grew, A-253 found herself dodging from cover to cover, watching them. It was a good hour or so before they reached a large airfield and what the Spartan would assume was the base and watched as they disappeared inside. Setting her motion tracker from its usual 25 meter range to a 150 meter, she neared the electrical fencing and looked for a way in and going in through the front door wasn't going to be an option. Climbing on one of the trees, she neared the edge of a flexible branch and, combined with the weight of her armor, it bent over the fence and low enough that she could drop to the ground and roll.
Once inside, she checked her motion tracker briefly, two blimps disappearing, and made her way towards what looked like the hangar. Peaking around the corner, there were very few inside and their attention were more on the strange aircraft than her. A-253 made her way through the shadows and deeper into the base, and made the mistake of letting her guard down momentarily before she felt something prod in her brain before it settled in the center. Focusing on the unwanted feeling, she began to resist, pushing it out before she made a mental wall. As the Spartan continued, she would feel it return and pick at the wall before A-253 would shove it away again. It wasn't until, moments later that it returned and hit the wall much like a tidal wave and flooded her mind and she continued to fight before it took over and A-253 fell into an unconscious state.