"This is Sierra 106 of Team Monument and the forces of the UNSC, Spartan Monique requesting transmission to high command" The large Mjonlir clad female warrior spoke hurriedly into her communications relay, her position still awkwardly placed inside the rather small pelican interior bay with all surviving members of her initial squad. After losing the anti-air mac cannon to the forces of the covenant, as well as hearing that many other teams had been defeated in their own futile quests to protect the planet; the Spartan II had slowly lost the concept of hope over this planet they had all fought for.

"Respond high command, I require sitrep on my next objective" Monique shouted again into her radio, allowing no noise or sound to escape her helmet through to the other warriors in the cockpit as she continued to request for help, "Command! This is Spartan 106 of team Monument requesting initial transmission and sitrep on next objective!"

Three marines cocked their heads to the side in confusion of the silent green clad Spartan II, they required some form of commands to understand their next move against the covenant; without orders what could they even be?
"COMMAND! This is Spartan 106 of team Monument! Please transfer this transmission to the remainders of my squad and high command of the UNSC" Monique screamed into her radio headset furiously, her voice cracking as she started unleashing a volley of repressed aggression and emotional intake. Finally as not one voice answered her, the Spartan II roared out in fury and punched her fist forward to heavily dent the pelican interior chair in a spasm of unleashed anger and repression.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" One of the marines spoke inquisitively whilst still attempting to quell the fear represented through the heavily augmented warrior's outbreak of pure raw rage and anger.
"Keep your thoughts to yourself" Monique snapped without hesitation through her heavily magnified visor, refusing to allow the marines see how broken she had really become and how fragile she felt at the current moment.

"As long as you don't topple the whole pelican you freak" Another human warrior replied snidely, a smile etched upon his face as he looked at the victimised Spartan II as almost something close to an inferior.
The Mjonlir clad Spartan warrior sighed and stopped shaking her fists, choosing to bottle up her own aggression in order to exhaust it another day; now was not the time to start arguing with those who no doubt would be fighting along her side without long. Finally she nodded once and allowed silence to resume within the cockpit as all warriors looked to each other awkwardly with an ever present etch of tension cascading across the vehicles cockpit.

"Spartan, do you have any coordinates for me?" A voice suddenly ripped through Monique's communications, it was the tone of the pelican's confused but positively inquisitive piloting operators.
"Negative pilot, all radio transmissions are being blocked by some powerful source; I can't get any contact through to my squad or members of the UNSC high command" The green clad Spartan II responded honestly, her tone representing how deadpan and lost she felt without a reassuring figure issuing her with commands and assisting her with all of her own decisions.
"Damn it, ok I guess I should take this bird back home to the aircraft hangar at foundation 01" The pilot continued to speak with slight hesitation, his own confusion heavily etched upon the radio transmission as he finally decided to change their initial plans to protect the planet with their own survival.

"Affirmative" Monique sighed slowly; ripping of her own Mjonlir green encased helmet and hanging it down to the seat next to her in order to let her surprisingly long hair fall to her shoulders. Unlike most Spartan II's of her calibre, she had refused to shave her head on a regular basis as soon as she had been given permit to leave the training grounds of Reach in search to assist and fundament the UNSC over the assault of the covenant armada.
The thick brown hair slowly tangled at the sides but left her face completely unmarked except for the bulging cheek bone muscle and slightly green iris's that marked her eyes; despite these strange unfamiliarity's, numerous marines stopped twice and stared at her with something rather different from disgust etched in their own minds.

"Were going back to the primary hangar bay on Alongside for quick detachment" She spoke loudly, unsure whether her voice would even carry out without the powerful voice amplifier that had been standard issue inside her own green Mjonlir mark V helmet, "I'm not sure how exactly high command is going to respond to this…"

Suddenly a loud noise interrupted her own speech, the sound of alarm beacons activating and screaming harshly as a thick plumage of red light bathed itself inside the pelican's cockpit; every single light and notification screeching out warning sounds.
"Report in, what the hell is going on out there!?" Monique shouted out to the communications relay that the pilot's had shared with her momentarily, her own voice starting to become more nervous and jittery when it came to flying and possible aerial combat.

"Covenant assault carrier has appeared right over our position, were not sure if they have noticed or cared about us yet but its heading straight for the capital" The operating pilot responded with a deadpan and almost completely hopeless, neglected tone upon his own voice. Suddenly another screech quickly ripped through the communications, revealing how wrong the prior assumption had been as a massive bolt of plasma rounds thundered down and narrowly missed the accelerating UNSC pelican.
"Their firing down on our position!" The pilot screamed out in fear, just before one particularly accurate goblet of superheated blue cackling energy impacted straight on and through the vessel's front cockpit; killing all pilots whilst sending the entire vehicle plummeting down to the dark earth below.
Within seconds, they crashed.