"Edwards receiving, reading you one by five. I've also got multiple hostile readings, could be interference, out." Angels signal was static-filled and unclear at best. "Blade's Edge, this is Lieutenant Edwards, do you read? We have multiple hostile readings and we are preparing for an offensive landing. Possible interference from the shield, over."
After three attempted communications with the Blade's Edge and no response, Angel assumed they would not have comms with command until some sort of radio way-station was set up. She re-opened the channel between the pods, sending out another message "Looks like we're going to have to live without command for a while boys. I repeat, this mission is in the dark until further notice. Edwards out." She looked out the tiny window of her pod, now able to see landscape forms and noticed she was still somewhat on course, whatever that meant.
Angel's pod crashed down hard into a hill, rolling down and wrecking most of the exterior of the pod. She looked out the window as the newest transmission came in. "Angel-144, drop status landed. Condition, yellow. My door is jammed into the ground. Requesting assistance, over." She sounded slightly panicked, her breathing heavy and muffled. In the pod, it was pitch black until she flicked on her headlamp to examine her situation.