Clicking. Rythmetic clicking could be heard, only on one frequency, the same sound of a COM being switched on and off again. Over and over again.
"Well?" Asked the Captain, not sure if what the radio operator was telling him.
"This isn't interference, it's too precise. My guess is someone, in this vicinity is alive and is needing help. My advice is send a Warthog out, two soldiers is all and pick up the guy. Or the body, and ammo they may be carrying. Our reserves are gonna run short soon if we don't start bringing it in, and there's been no word from our command centre as of yet, but I'll keep trying."
It was a sound plan, there were still three Hog's and enough ammo to keep supplied for only a few days if it came to it.
"Agreed, I will take the 'Hog. We'll take a Troop Transport and a Chaingun, start picking up survivors." He motioned to the two assigned guards as he left the bay. "Listen, I need you guys to come with me. You know how to drive? You should. Take a Warthog out front, I'll meet you there in the TT. You're my escort, we need to pick up survivors." The two marines nodded before jogging to the EMP protected hangar bay.
Nearby, a squad on watch stared in amazement as a new beast, a Combat Scarab dropped from orbit. Followed by seven more, they fdropped into the water, the first emerging by the city, away from the Outpost. Phantom and Banshee patrols escorted them before dropping Locusts. The Sluens were doing a sweep, kill all survivors. And we're heading the direction of The downed Longsword.