"We're landing, Sarah," Her ghost chimed beside her as the whipped through the blue hyperspace.
There was loud gulping heard over the mic as Nate and Kyrine, the more-then-semi-sober, blinked. The flash on their helmets told them it was Sarah.
Said girl exhaled and cleared her throat. "Anyone got anymore?" Kyrine rolled her luminescent eyes and watched as the other two ships that weren't a part of their private fireteam slow, and she looked to the red-orange land below.
They all heard the bottle that broke, crackling from Sarah's mic. "We're here." She said, toneless.
Nate's laughter suddenly was heard in all of their mics. "Oh come on. Lighten up! We're a bit tipsy, and here to have fun! Not be complete bitches." Kyrine nodded thoughtfully, then gave a little laugh.
"Sean..?" She tentatively called out, "we're landing."
His high-rough voice, affected by the booze, echoed throughout everyone's ship cabin. "Yeah, I know." He sucked in a breath and laughed. "Let us go!"
Sarah rolled her eyes and patted down so beer that had escaped onto her Praxic Fire. She really should not had any alcohol. Her altitude scale in her helmet notified her, and the rest of the team, they were decreasing in altitude.
As the ships go closer and closer to the Martian sand, the orange surface skittered all around as they ship finally landed and the engines shut down, and the Guardians exited.
The blue Alpha flag whipped in the harsh winds of Mars, and the old Bastian buildings remained looming in the dark distance as the six Guardians walked towards it.
As they all got off their respective ships, they drew their weapons, and their ships materialized into the sky. The Hunters capes were flapping in the wind, and Warlock skirts and dresses were lifted. The Titans as always remained stoic.
The word Alpha boomed throughout the game map, reaching corners. Nate stepped forward and took hold of the flag, naming himself leader of the Crucible Fireteam. If his mask hadn't been in place, everyone could have seen the confident smirk in place.
Sarah's back was straight, Kyrine was relaxed beside Nate, her hand cannon on her shoulder and her weight focused on her left foot, and Sean's posture was slouched.
Bravo! Echoed the other side of the map, and all the team members felt their hair raise as the adrenaline rushed.
Fireworks were launched and there was the resounding boom.
And the game had begun.