"First of all, Drop the formality bull crap." Alastor said to the ODST, a sharp frown on his face, "Second of all, Call me Alastor because you outrank me, you smart aleck. Thats a freaking order."<br/><br/>He put his helmet on the seat next to him as he relieved the pilot of his weapon. It was easy to ignore the look of surprise of the pilot when he saw his face. He didn't particularly care what the pilot thought. He knew he looked like a handsome guy, despite the scar of an x on his right cheek. It never really mattered to him what he looked like as a Spartan.<br/><br/>"That's affirmative, Sergeant Darrow," Lunamaria said, turning her head to look at Darrow with a look you might see on a mad scientist who felt Christmas had come early, "We've been completely displaced in time and space. Wouldn't be surprised if something from here ended up in our time as well."