U.N.S.C. Transmission, July 15, 2548:

"Command, this is the Captain of the U.N.S.C. Carrier 'Star Glider', we are marooned on a strange planet, and"*Static*"Signs of life. We are running out of resources, and some of the crew are experiancing paranioa, we desperatly need"*static*"The hell was that?! Segeant, any life signs?"
Sgt:"Sir, I don't know what the we're dealing with, it doesn't"*static*
Cap:"Command, command, can you"*static*"Not Cov-"*static*"I repeat, no-"*static*
Sgt:"Sir, hostiles in the crew decks!"
Cap:"Command, he need assitan-"*static*"WHAT THE ******** IS ********! get it off, get it of-aghhhhh!"*static*

>End Transmission<

October 21st, 2551

Captain Bards listened to the transmission again. 'What the hell could've happened, it didn't sound Covenant, no marine would've been that scared, even looking at a plasma rifle in his face. Whatever did that, it might be a key to winning this war.' He thought, it wasthe only reason they were going to that god foresaken planet. Thankfully, command had lent the a few ODST's and a Spartan. Apparently they were just and curious as Bards. "Lock and load marines, we're right on the surface." The pilot said, as the Pelican slowed. 'Whatver's going on here, it ain't Covenant, and so we don't have info.' Bards thought. Of course, if the troops knew, they probably wouldn't have signed up.