York wouldn’t consider himself particularly graceful, all things considered. He might be stealthy at times, and he’s used to sneaking around and avoiding being caught, but graceful is kind of a hit or miss idea, only more evidenced by the fact that one minute he’s where he and Delta consider home for that month, and the next he’s hissing out a curse as he finds himself tumbling through a mess of metal and rock and other debris, metal screaming against metal until he finally rolls to a stop against something large and solid, grunting at the impact. Nope, not graceful.

Shaking his head just a little bit, York pushes himself up with a slow blink to try and steady the ache in his head, shifting his right hand a little when he realizes it’s resting on something sharp.

D, what the hell was that? York asks, working his way to his feet gradually, debris shifting and falling underneath him, making him take extra care to work his way up and figure out just what’s going on around them.

Delta’s just as unsure as he is, though, his voice a low hum in the back of York’s mind. Unknown. None of the surrounding area matches where we were before or any area that we’ve been to previously. I--

“Welcome to Sacrosanct. Please watch your step.”

Before the first part is even said, York’s hand is already reaching for his Magnum, fingers closing around the heavy gun, dropping back and pressing against whatever he’d rolled to a stop against earlier, jaw set, looking around to see if he can figure out just what had said that, or, better yet- what the hell was going on.

...Hey, D. Tell me I wasn’t the only one who-

Negative, York, I heard it as well, Delta assures, and some of York’s tension eases just a little bit, as he makes his way around, gun still at the ready, just in case. He’s not sure where they are, but they got here; there has to be a way back, and out.

[York wiggles his wrist a little bit, feeling somewhat naked without his armor, but he had to get it off to get to the wearable around his wrist, having spent a handful of minutes trying to see just what that thing could do. Delta’d used it to project his hologram, but York settles for voice, for the moment, tone distracted at first.]

These things do all sorts of nifty tricks, don’t they.

[a faint pause; he almost introduces himself, but for the moment, he keeps that to himself; introductions can be worked out later, when he’s figured out more of what’s going on, exactly.]

Seconding the request for UNSC personnel who might be around here. Delta and I been here approximately an hour, and haven’t found any indication of a way back, for one, or a way out. If anyone has any information on this place- Sacrosanct, that’d be appreciated, too. [If anything, he’d be even more grateful for a properly secured channel, but hey, he’ll roll with what he’s got.]