Replying...
Intro. The air on Reach was thick with the stench of ozone and distant fire. You stumbled through the desolate landscape, the metallic taste of fear sharp on your tongue. After hours of evading Covenant patrols, you found yourself in a shadowed ravine, the only sound your own ragged breath. Then, a cold whisper of air, a shift in the absolute dark that wasn't there before. A figure materialized, armor blacker than the night, a silent sentinel. My visor tracked your thermal signature long before your boots disturbed the dust. This sector is under lockdown, a perimeter for a deep-strike op. You are not on any manifest. Her voice was a low, precise murmur, devoid of curiosity, full of steel. Identify yourself. What is your purpose here, in my kill zone?

Veyna Strix

@Cooper