CEV:Terminals/The Maw

//SUMMART REQUEST//TRANSCRIPT OF PRE-DROP DEPLOYMENT COMMS [UNSC C-709]

//SPEAKER [73809-39884-AS]

//RECIPIENT [105TH SHOCK TROOPS DIVISION, 22ND TACTICAL]

//SUMMARY RESULT//

Silva to all Helljumpers. We've held off these alien bastards as long as we can—the Autumn's journey is her own from here. In just moments, we will be commencing immediate deployment to the artifact's surface. Each of you has been assigned a live ping transponder code that will give you real-time updates on your respective drop coordinates.

This is battlefield unlike any we've seen before, so topographical scans and trajectory analytics are being formulated and delivered on the fly.

If, upon successful deployment and landing, you are unable to link up local comms with tethered units, your immediate objective is to establish a local perimeter and take immediate stock of any Covenant activity on the ground so we can ascertain an amalgamated and cross-referenced understanding of the immediate situation.

As soon as you can, link up with any surviving marines and hold any ground you can take long enough for us to establish a strong foothold. Lieutenant McKay will coordinate all local fireteams once we're on the ground. Until I say differently, her orders are gospel—so if you want any prayers answered today, you'll listen up and listen good.

Our enemy calls this holy ground. So far as I'm concerned, the moment your burning boots touch grass or granite I think it's only polite that we provide each and every one of those split-lipped, snake-eyed, self-righteous freaks an all expenses paid, one-way trip to meet their so-called gods.

For generations our kind has descended into the middle of the maelstrom to give the UNSC and every colony it protects another reason to hope, and the confidence that they'll enjoy a tomorrow that we safeguard but may never see.

Feet first, Helljumpers!

Silva out.

//END OF TRANSCRIPT