Ka-click! The scanners capture the scene and immediately lift off, heading up and over the buildings as quickly as they can. In the distance, the second dropship lands and disgorges its cargo of Elites before both vast, ponderous vessels lift off again, making for the Citadel.

It is a very bad day to be on either side of this conflict. If you're not a rebel being shot or shot at, you're an Elite bursting into flames, or clutching at your mask, or simply reeling in circles and falling over backwards. That or you're the scenery and you're flying to pieces at the least little provocation.