Onyx, grey and barren with scattered patches of ancient machinery at work repairing the planet, was covered in a grey cloud. The Longsword carrying the Freelancers had attracted the Onyx Sentinels, which had opened fire. Illinois' surprisingly evasive flying was the only thing keeping them from being shot down by the flying Sentinels. Inside, the Freelancers waited until they were over the drop zone before they could jump in their ZONE Suits. The craft shuddered as a shot from the Sentinels made contact with the wing.
Geo moved quickly to detatch the underslung cargo carrier under the plane. He pulled the safety lock off and released the latch. The container fell away toward the ground. He stood and fell in line behind the others.
Meanwhile, over in the Recon-ship: Utah cursed as he saw the sentinels intercept Bird One onscreen. With a sigh buckled himself in as the ship brought itself into an orbiting position for now. He adjusted the additional communications equipment about him as he waited for the Freelancers to hit surface and establish contact.
Tally remained silent, for the moment, seemingly like she was just 'going through the motions'. She drifted past Mex noiselessly, raising her rifle and beginning to sight targets in a projected landing zone.
Geo was last out and fell without a suit so his terminal velocity was slower. He overcharged his shields and the gel layer of his armor to cushion the impact. He still hit hard and cratered himself slightly. He called sorely over the comms, "Georgia has splashed down." He waited a few moments before trying to move. Everything hurt, and it took a few moments for the medical injectors to cycle.
'That's not a patrol, that's a search party,' she said, grinning again. 'Now pick a direction, or I'm heading... THAT way,' she said, after closing her eyes and pointing the barrel of her rifle somewhere. As it happened, that rifle was pointing just to the southeast of that blue light.