"Theres a M12G1 Gauss Warthog nearby, I suggest we take it." Lunamaria said as Alastor dogged open the Albatross's rear hatch.<br/><br/>"It was in our time," He said, kneeling while sweeping his sniper rifle back and forward, discovering the Albatross was precariously close to a 157 feet drop into a crevice, "We must be on Requiem before it was destroyed. By the way, Sanderson, You're a crappy pilot."<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder to the pilot, who visibly seeming to shrink as he glared heatedly at him through his visor. A ping caught his attention as a garbled transmission came through his TacCom. Lunamaria immediately started working on it as he gestured for Scott to join him. Considering the Spartan they were going to be trying to catch up to, it was logical it was another AI broadcasting a destress signal. Lunamaria would be, he knew that since he knew her since before she was an AI. She'd done it before during training exercises where they had simulated ship crashes and had to be rescued.<br/><br/>"Up for a extremely short orbital drop, Scott?" He asked as Lunamaria snorted with amusement.