The Marine shuttle had been forced down after its heroic extraction from the corvette, the damage from the battle leaving it flight-capable... but it was uncertain how long it could sustain that condition, and so Wrista had ordered it to find somewhere to land safely ASAP. The area immediately surrounding the shuttle does, indeed, seem clear. And then a loud, beastial shriek slices through the air from a long way's up the hill, soon joined by a chorus of others. A few hundred meters up the hill, some trees begin rustling wildly. "I really hate my job," comes the muttered lament from below.