"Dragons, report," The Spartan said, activating his own VISR, illuminating everything in a greenish-yellow hue, "Is everyone okay?"<br/><br/>His back was sore from slamming into the crate but it wasn't bad, he still had full mobility in his back.  He didn't bother to lock himself into a harness again, he felt he wouldn't be in it for long. He heard the pilot come in the hold, a M6GR Magnum drawn. It was clear he was spooked from the loss of power. His body was twitchy and tense, showing he could be prone to get trigger happy if prevoked.<br/><br/>"Whatever that large tear in space is, Its clearly not a slipspace rupture." Lunamaria reported, piggybacking off his TeamCom signal so she could talk with the ODSTs, "The gravitational readings aren't stable. The only thing I can think of it being is a tear in the space-time continuum. That of which we are being pulled into without a means of controlling our trajectory."<br/><br/>"Meaning we're in for a rough drop," The Spartan replied dryly, shaking his helmeted head, "Thanks for the intel, Luna, I owe you one."