Sounds of battle drifted through his helmets audio receptors, men and aliens vying for each others blood. Gladiator looked at his blue and gold gauntleted hand, it was covered in thick green blood. He looked up again and he was on a rock surrounded by an ocean of blood, human blood. He looked closer and saw that there were bodies floating in that grisly ocean. The sounds of battle continued. The world around him was foreign to him but, there were aspects of it that he recognized, then suddenly the ground underneath him rocked and he stumbled. Regaining his balance quickly, he looked up again, the ocean of blood remained, as did the bodies, but, now, there were grave markers. The terrain was different also. He recognized it instantly. Reach. "Marine approaching!"<br/><br/>At first the Spartan was confused<em>what the-? Oh, right, a dream. Another memory. Duty calls. Time to wake up now</em>Gladiator thought as his subconscious drifted away and his consciousness took over. He snapped awake in an instant, his Battle Rifle aimed and ready to fire. He took a sweep of the area with his eyes alone. A Marine stood near their commandeered Wraith Tank saluting stiffly, she was very short for a Marine, she couldn't be more than five feet tall. Gladiator lowered his weapon and looked down at the floor, he was tired and his body was sore all over from all the fighting throughout the day. He quirked his head and realized that the ration bar that he'd gotten out of his pack, just before he fell asleep, was still in his lap. Gladiator looked up again to find that Hunter was in the Wraith Tank turret and talking to the Marine.<br/><br/><em>"Think I'm going to just sit here for a few minutes, Gladiator, can you bring her up to speed on the situation?"</em>Hunter asked. Gladiator got up "Yeah, sure" he answered, his deep rumbling voice echoing off the concrete of the garage, with a bit of a grunt he walked over to the small Marine. Saluting her easily he said "Sorry for the rough welcome private. We've been fighting all day ever since we crashed down here. You look like you've seen some action yourself" he said moving his hand toward her in an attempt to shake her hand "I'm Spartan zero one six one, my call sign is Gladiator". After shaking her hand he delved right into their mission objectives.<br/><br/>"The situation is this, the Covenant Cruiser we were sent to breach, went into Slipspace early and we weren't able to retrieve the information we were sent after. Namely, communication info, language info, supply routes, army movement. The whole shebang. Now, we're in a blackout zone and communications are cut off from command. Only close range comms are working. Our current objective is finding and locating the com jammers and destroying them. After that, we contact command and get our orders"<br/><br/>Gladiator got onto one knee, lowering his huge bulk of a body and looking into her eyes directly through his helmet's faceplate "that is unless you guys were sent to give us a mission update" looking around he returned his gaze back to the little woman in front of him "that is assuming you know what the update is. Where's your squad?"<br/>