Black Op A42194H - Low Achiridion Orbit - Onboard Comm Record
Sarge: You're not talking me out of this, Pilot.
Pilot: **hash**...the problem is the surface itself. The constant small meteor hits and anomalous solar winds of the binary system keep kicking up particulates from the surface. **hash** That's no snow, that's more like a dust storm. But while it flakes like snow due to the heavy amounts of aluminum and **hash** in the crystalline matrices, there's no water in it. **hash** **hash**
Sarge: Pilot, I'm losing you. I know it's tough down there, but the choice is made.
Pilot:**hash** Not to mention that it's playing the devil with our sensors, even from orbit. When it kicks up, communication is **hash** at best. But this is what they call the perfect storm gentlemen. You won't even pick up someone's **hash** headset 50 feet away. Plus the **hash** is sticky as all get out. It gums up the mechs and sticks to all the lights. You'll be covered in **hash** inside an hour. **hash** abominable **hash**
Sarge: Command says drop, we drop, you know that!
Pilot: I don't know **hash** **hash** Last chance, Sarge. You can't go down **hash**. You'll have to tell **hash** command to scrap the **hash**. It's a deathtrap down there. I won't even be **hash** able to locate your lander after you hit the **hash** cloud deck. **hash** **hash**
Sarge: Cut the chatter and call out the detach coords!!
Pilot: **hash** You're out of your **hash** mind. You'll have no **hash** intel, no sensors, **hash** **hash** **hash**no comms, **hash** **hash** suicide. **hash** **hash** We're at detach, now **hash** **hash**
Sarge: Comms are almost out, Pilot. Commit detach; Recon out.
Pilot: God **hash** **hash** **hash** all. **hash**
Sarge: Just pick us up when I call…
Sarge: You're not talking me out of this, Pilot.
Pilot: **hash**...the problem is the surface itself. The constant small meteor hits and anomalous solar winds of the binary system keep kicking up particulates from the surface. **hash** That's no snow, that's more like a dust storm. But while it flakes like snow due to the heavy amounts of aluminum and **hash** in the crystalline matrices, there's no water in it. **hash** **hash**
Sarge: Pilot, I'm losing you. I know it's tough down there, but the choice is made.
Pilot:**hash** Not to mention that it's playing the devil with our sensors, even from orbit. When it kicks up, communication is **hash** at best. But this is what they call the perfect storm gentlemen. You won't even pick up someone's **hash** headset 50 feet away. Plus the **hash** is sticky as all get out. It gums up the mechs and sticks to all the lights. You'll be covered in **hash** inside an hour. **hash** abominable **hash**
Sarge: Command says drop, we drop, you know that!
Pilot: I don't know **hash** **hash** Last chance, Sarge. You can't go down **hash**. You'll have to tell **hash** command to scrap the **hash**. It's a deathtrap down there. I won't even be **hash** able to locate your lander after you hit the **hash** cloud deck. **hash** **hash**
Sarge: Cut the chatter and call out the detach coords!!
Pilot: **hash** You're out of your **hash** mind. You'll have no **hash** intel, no sensors, **hash** **hash** **hash**no comms, **hash** **hash** suicide. **hash** **hash** We're at detach, now **hash** **hash**
Sarge: Comms are almost out, Pilot. Commit detach; Recon out.
Pilot: God **hash** **hash** **hash** all. **hash**
Sarge: Just pick us up when I call…