"Shit, there's too many." A mumbled voice came from Alex's left. She flicked her glance to the turian leaning out from behind the crate they'd re-purposed into makeshift cover. He brought the scope up to his visor, scanning the area, before falling back down beside her. "I don't like this Shepard. There's a lot of Blue Sun mercs and a few of those YMIR mechs. We don't have the firepower to breach that door either."
"Yeah... damn it." Alex pressed her mouth into a thin line, her thumb pressing a button on her Eviscerator, causing the shotgun to start to compact and fold itself up before it was safely stowed away on her back. She then took a deep breath in, ready to raise her voice. "
Grunt! Fall back. Both of you, get back to the shuttle."
The Krogan wasted no time, popping up from cover to lob a grenade in the enemy's direction, before turning and lowering his head and charging. Garrus also sprung into gear, leaping over the crate and starting to zig-zag between cover back to the white shuttle.
Alex drew up to full height, a soft blue light forming around her as she drew her pistol, slowly backing off and firing at any one who was attempting to storm after them. She raised a hand to her headpiece as she turned around to contact the Normandy. "Joker I..."
As she turned around, the ship was gone. Instead, a beach sprawled before her. Black sand stretched as far as the horizon and it met a particularly dark, stormy looking sea. She flicked her eyes back inland and was met with a... grey jungle. The sounds of mechanics and gunfire were gone too, replaced with a cold, audible white noise and bird song.
"What in the hell?!"