<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210227/ebf025af502b4e306a0724d6881436dc.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><strong>North of the Landing Zone:-</strong><br/><br/><br/>Fog has the tendency of creating a hushed environment, perhaps the only real blessing their senses were granted. It was too dangerous for anyone to take off their helmets in order to listen to their surroundings, but at least their equipment made up for the difference. It was quiet. It was still. Animals seemed to keep to themselves as if afraid to vocalize their locations, but that was only assuming there was any animal life at all. No animals, perhaps, but there were insects.<br/><br/>As the blue team began to make their ascent upon the ridge they were assigned to, the bend and curves of switchbacks would lead them up along the cliff’s edge. This was when Luus, who took point, would come across their first visitor. Plump, translucent insects skittered along the trail. They were larger than a fist, some even as big as a human’s skull, and they were pulsing with a putrid orange carapace. Closer inspection would show that these things were armed with a very sharp-looking beak, so poking wasn’t recommended. It wasn’t clear how these creatures were able to see without any eyes. But what good were eyes in a place like this?<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Luus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> It probably wouldn’t be wise to shoot the bugs; not only would that break protocol, but the turian was in the splash zone. Whether he side-stepped the insects or sent them skittering over the edge with a swift kick, it wasn’t much further till the top where a curious sight awaited. There seemed to be another entrance to the caves that the Orange team would be exploring. There are recent signs of disturbed soil by the lip of the large entrance. But there was also a shuttle, a presumably dead krogan, and three Batarians wresting around with a fourth in what was undoubtedly an argument that couldn’t be heard due to the helmets they wore.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jay</div><div class="spoiler_body"> One of the largest of these plump insects has taken an interest in the asari. It seems that even the most basic of life forms can appreciate such fine booty. Yet after a curious ‘sniff’ as it regarded her presence, the insect soon opens up its beak and begins to rush the asari, snapping with the same savage aggression of a small dog.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Max</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Welcome to a hellscape, you’re allowed to bring your guns, but the Spectre has ordered you not to use them. And it seems that no hellscape is complete without demons; one of these aggressive little shits has targetted the human, but this one remembered that it had wings and flies up at Maxine’s face.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Coaf</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The quarian isn’t too pleased with being in the rear, but as a Marine, he knows how to take orders. And it really wasn’t a bad view.</div></div></div>