"Darrow, Shut ye trap." The ODST next to the Spartan snapped with an Irish or Scottish accent, "Before I shut for ya."<br/><br/>"Lock it down, Marine." The Spartan barked, ending the tensed scene before it got rolling, "Not the time for squad squabbles."<br/><br/>He gave a sharp hand gesture to the new member of the team, saying he was parntered with the Spartan until further notice. The other ODSTs nodded to each other, glad that the new guy wasn't their problem for now. They didn't care for him too much as he was fairly green in their eyes. Maybe the Spartan could pull that jokester stick outta him while he was working with him. Jokes were good, but not when the mood didn't call for it.<br/><br/>"Brace yourselves, We're entering the tear's event horizon." Lunamaria warned as the shaking, which had almost completely stopped, increased drastically, "Now would be a good time to stick your heads between your legs and kiss your arses goodbye!!!"<br/><br/>The Spartan could barely hear the tail-end of what Lunamaria had said as noise on par with a frigate launching filled the cargo hold. The pilot was gone, back where he should have been at the moment as the gravity in the Albatross fluctuated wildly. His armor, reading the fluctuating gravitational readings of the area it was in, went into lockdown mode as he was thrown to the floor under the seat of the new guy. It was there that he awoke nine hours laterb finding only he, the pilot, and the new team member had survived the controlled crash landing of the Albatross on the Shield world Requiem.