White was all Sean saw.
It was blinding, even through the visor of his helmet.
He found himself on soft ground. Strange. He expected to feel the cold metal of The Black Garden, strange indeed. As he recovered from his temporary blindness, he was shown a site to behold. A completely new planet! Rolling hills and vast plains. He could see grass, and trees, seemingly calm. He took of his Helm of Saint-14, and felt the most blissful breeze he had ever felt. This is definitely nicer than the jungles of Venus, the titan thought to himself, remembering the harsh and humid environment of the lush jungle planet he visited ever so frequently. Though he had little time to enjoy the calm and quite landscape as he heard a strange noise that disturbed the sound of the peaceful breeze. he immediately looked up to see a ship in the sky, seemingly ablaze, though the design of this ship was unfamiliar. It wasn't like a Hive Tomb Ship, or a Fallen Ketch, it seemed more intuitive, more advanced. Sean's gaze followed the mysterious vessel. It was quite obvious to him that it was on a collision course. "Atlas. What's the trajectory of that ship?" Sean asked his ghost. "From what I can tell..." There was a long pause.
"Its heading straight for us."
Sean immediately put his helmet back on and started running. He ran, and ran, and ran. The ship was closing in and just when Sean thought the ship would hit, it passed over him and landed quite a ways away. His first instinct was to draw his Hammerhead. He crept over to the ship to insect it. He could see the curves and slants of the ship. He took one look at the engines and came up with nothing on how they worked. He worked on his Arcadia-Class Jumpship every day, but this tech was beyond him. Unfortunately, his inspection was cut short when the side of the ship was forced open. "Everyone! OUT!" he heard someone shout. He took cover behind some of the debris, as he saw humanoid figures in white armor sprint out. Two of them looked different from the rest. One with blue accents and a pair of exotic markings on his helmet, and the other had yellow accents and a strange visor attached to their helmet. Both of them wore attire that the other people in all white lacked. The one in yellow took off his helmet, revealing himself to be a human. This put Sean at ease, but not too much. There was still the question of if they were friendly or not. He then saw three more exit the burning wreck. One was human, but the other two, they were different. Far different than the Fallen, or the Cabal. Then, the ship suddenly exploded, knocking Sean out from his cover and into the sights of those he was watching. One of the ones in pure white spotted him and pointed his weapon at the titan. "Stop right there!" The man yelled. Sean saw his Hammerhead just out of his reach, he tried reaching it, but before he could, the one in blue grabbed it. Sean could tell that he was struggling to lift the Machine gun. Sean saw this opportunity and swept the one in blue off his feet. Sean grabbed the machine gun and aimed it at the blue one's head. "Make one more step, and he dies!" the titan shouted as his Irish accent thickened. "Now. Drop your weapons, and I'll drop mine, deal?" The other soldiers dropped their weapons, and so did Sean. He offered a hand to the one in blue. "Sorry about that. No hard feelings?" Sean asked. The blue colored man took Sean's hand reluctantly. "I'm sorry if I came off as... hostile, but I assure you, I am a friend." Sean said to the others. They all took off their helmets and he was baffled. These soldiers were all the same person! "What's the matter?" Sean heard the blue on speak. "Never seen a Clone Trooper before?" Sean responded, "No. I haven't. You are all clones?"
"Yes sir. My name is Rex. Captain Rex."
"My name is Sean. Just Sean."
"Alright. Welcome to the fold. You should get yourself acquainted with our superiors, then help us set up camp."
"Sounds easy enough."