>"Delta One, this is Focus: adjust heading thirty degrees

You're just going to drop this autism without committing to it? Weak, OP. Very weak.

>>29900461
b patient

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>"I really don't like the idea of getting too close to that Charlie Foxtrot down there," the B/N said.
>"Neither do I, but if top brass wants underground scans, we've got the goods for it,"
Alexander said.
>"God forbid we find Forerunner tech buried there. If the Covenant realize we're spying, we're in for one hell of a dogfight. Ever take on a warship all by yourself?"
Alexander didn't answer, he just adjusted the longsword's course and paid attention to the thrum of the engines. With no scanners or radars beeping in the background, that was the only noise to focus on.
>"Hey, look at that, three O'clock."
His copilot had pulled out binoculars and was spying on something in the distance. Alex banked the craft to get a better look, then reached for his own pair of scopes.

About two hundred metres away, there was a winged pony flying through the sky, slowly and lazily, but nonetheless, flying.

>"What in the--?"

The longsword lurched and went into a sudden dive.
>"Shit!"
Alex went for the controls. He yanked on the control sticks but got no response. The aircraft began to spin and Alex let out a scream as he struggled against the G-force. He tried breaking out of the dive, but the port side stabilizers weren't responding and the rudder was providing no feedback.

The B/N broke radio silence.
>"Focus, come in Focus! Mayday Mayday, we're hit! Controls are gone! We're diving!"

Alex could feel heat creeping up on him from the longsword's aft. Warning lights were lighting up across the board and individual alarms jarred on his eardrums.
>"Bub, tuck your arms in, legs together!"
Alexander grit his teeth and forced his arm over towards the ejection lever. He slowly wrapped his index and middle fingers over it, then pulled down with all the strength he could muster.

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A terrible hissing sound assaulted his eardrums, followed by an awful screech. Alex's body sank into his seat and he felt himself launch upwards and immediately whip back. Intense winds grabbed at every inch of him and his clothes felt like they were ripping away. Tears splashed against his visor. He heard his copilot's muffled screams in the back of his head, coming in over their short-range radio. Alex forced his head to the right and left, searching for him, but he'd lost all his bearings--all he saw was sky. He forced his head against the wind once more and saw mountain peaks in the distance, but no sign of the B/N. His chute finally deployed, and he leveled out in one whipping motion.

He finally got to look around properly. He turned his head--and felt a great pain in his neck. He groaned--whiplash. He'd been falling at an angle when the parachute deployed. Bringing a hand up to his neck, he rubbed tenderly until the pain became bearable. He then tapped the communicator button on the side of his helmet and spoke urgently into the mic.
>"Bub, where the hell are you? You copy?"
All he heard was dull static. "Shit," he thought.

He looked around once more as he gingerly descended. He was six thousand feet above ground. Below him, there were green plains and sparse mountains. For the rest of the glide down, Alexander surveyed his surroundings and looked for his lost comrade.

On the ground, Alex knelt next to his folded parachute. He had one hand on his neck, while the other held a canteen. He sipped delicately from it. He'd spotted a town to the west; that was where he'd go. He covered the pilot's seat he'd descended in with a bit of brush he'd gathered up, then tucked the parachute in behind it. Hopefully, the Covenant wouldn't find it. Or at the very least, he could get extracted before they did. He checked his supplies once more, then went on his way.

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The air was wet. Not rainy, but humid, and cool. It felt incredible to be back on the ground. His legs were still shaking, but he was relieved.

Alex tried his short-range again.
>"Bub, come in if you hear me. Over."

Alexander had considered leaving a Mayday message on loop, but decided against it. There was no doubt he'd been shot down by Covenant forces, and they'd be back to look for survivors. He felt blessed he hadn't been gunned down while parachuting.

For a moment, he considered the possibility of an alternative force having shot them down, but concluded against that. He didn't know much about where he was, but he hadn't been informed of any immediate indigenous threats. He was a bit disturbed that Focus hadn't broken radio silence to save their asses, but the Covenant may have employed their own advanced tech. At least his was alive.

Three white dots appeared on Alexander's motion tracker as he neared the bend of a modestly sloped hill. He crouched low and peered over it. On the other side, he spotted a neat path with three equine creatures similar to the one before trotting along it. They seemed to be in a hurry. He also noticed that the foliage in this area seemed regularly tended to. Further away, he noticed a pair of gazebos with small picnic tables next to them. Every structure he spotted looked "human-like" in every aspect. By his standards, he'd say what he had walked up on was a park.

Alex considered his next actions carefully. The ponies hurrying along the path looked innocent. He had seen threatening behaviour many times, and these creatures displayed none of it. But they seemed a bit afraid. In that case, he'd keep his distance. They were probably in a hurry to return home--the engine of a longsword echoed out for miles. And so did the explosion when one crashed. It would be frightening to hear.

Alex took a quick sip from his canteen. He wiped his mouth, then strapped it to his side and slunk down into the park.

Oh look I'm witnessing the beginning of an autism

An autism that should fuck off to technology isn't magic desu

>>29901270
Nu
I'm 'avin fun m8

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There was no definitive way to describe this place. Alex first thought there was some degree of modern technology on this planet. Considering the complexity and looks of the buildings they had seen on the longsword's ground scanner, he assumed that society here was somewhat advanced. However, there was untouched greenery for miles, he could spy no aircraft contrails in the sky, there was no smog, and after arriving at the village, he could see firsthand just how primitive this place was. Straw roofs, wooden walls, wells and water pumps, small cattle enclosures, and dainty vegetable gardens. From his small vantage point at the edge of the village, Alex took it all in. He explicitly remembered seeing very modern-looking buildings on the terrestrial scanner, and large cities as well.
>"Maybe there's some kind of tiering system in place. Is this a peasant village?" he asked himself.
Despite his thoughts, there didn't seem to be enough livestock here for this to be a peasant village. These ponies were growing this food for themselves; it was not being gathered by a central authority.

Alex considered the situation for a couple minutes as he surveyed the town, but one thing began to weigh on him. He couldn't hear what they were saying to each other from his distance, but the ponies sounded alarmed. And the most interesting thing was that the older ones seemed to be herding everyone into a large building near the center of town.

The general shape of the village was simple: the buildings were all set up in a shape that was similar to a circle, but with one slice removed from it. The slice with no buildings was one large park with woods on the other end of it. From those woods, Alex had a direct view of the big building everyone was gathering inside of. Alex was fond of social gatherings--he grew up in a pleasant community. But the ponies weren't there to have fun, that much was clear.

Suddenly he heard something odd--something frightening.

>>29901526
>Something frightening
SPOOKED

>>29901270
Pot, meet kettle.
Then kill yourself.