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A Black suit of ODST armor walks onto the command deck. Visible through the observation windows, Reach sits quietly in the distance. It's surface now scarred and green. A man wearing a commander's uniform walks in front of the view.
"Spartan 666, Ethan Hunt, Codename Hell jumper." The commander's rigid face looks longingly towards the planet.
A black glove is raised to a dark helmet.
"Sir." Comes a gruff response.
"I've seen your file sergeant, Delta Halo, New mombassa, High charity, and Killamanjaro. You've been in all of those conflicts am I correct?"
"Yes sir" Came the response.
"I've got to say, that's pretty impressive." The commander turned with a grin. "You used to be an odst am I right?"
"Yes sir." Came the same disciplined response "Impressive or not I just did what I had to. Sir."
The commander chuckled to himself. "You've turned down every promotion you could, on the bases of 'I don't need to be rewarded for doing my job.' Am I right?"
"Yes sir."
"That's pretty admirable, if you hadn't i'm sure you'd be at least captain."
"I'm fine with SFC sir."
"I'm sure you are. Anyway enough with the small talk, time to talk buisness. UNSC command has decided to take back Reach. Intel has the brutes dug in deep, and our target drop zone is covered in anti air gun batteries. Your squad is going to be orbital dropped into New alexandria to secure a drop zone for our birds. Now the area is filled with anti air defenses so we can't risk the pods. you'll have to go in bare back. Assets include another spartan, several ODST's, and the arbiter himself."
"Yes sir, My squad will take care of the guns."
"Then go get ready sergeant, dismissed."
The black armoured spartan turned and walked out of the control room. He kept up a brisk pace as he walked down to the barracks. The door slid open as he approached. When he walked in he turned his head too look at the soldiers under his command.
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The arbiter looked at the Master Chiefs dogtags. He remembered the last talk they had...
"You are leaving?" The Arbiter asked, walking in on the master Chief and Cortana getting into a pelican. "I have a few more things i need to do, its important for both of us....." he replied. He walked over and gave the Arbiter his dog-tags. "You will be quick to know when i get back. But for now, i must go. Make sure they see the dog-tags though. This is important....." he told him, nodding. "Understood, i wish you luck". "Same. You probably have a lot of Covenant to finish up." The Arbiter looked up at him. During the time they had worked together, they had started counting to see who could get most kills. Of course, by lighting the halo ring, the Chief was winning. "I plan to beat you however..." he added. "May the best warrior win" he replied. "Agreed".
He looked up as the ODST came in. He had already been told his name. Ethan Hunt. He was to be leading the assault. He looked to his new equipment. The elites had mentioned a new tool for him, but he didn't expect a Jet pack. He looked back at Ethan. "So have we received acceptance to approach the savages stronghold?" he asked, notably making the word Savages sound as disrespecting to the brutes as possible. Long has there been a rivalry between Elites and Brutes. Almost every human knew by now that if there were brutes, the elites would more then gladly assist. And since grunts or Jackals cant do anything by themselves, brutes were pretty much on any world the covenant was. The Elites gladly killed any covenant, but brutes more then anything....
He contacted the orbiting Elite Supercarrier, which was here to take care of any problems they faced from any supposing Covenant ship that was unlucky enough to come here....
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He opened a comm channel to the Elite supercarrier. The Arbiter was highly suspicious. Everything was going as planned. When does that happen? Nothing ever goes exactly as planned. Look at the whole day the Arbiter and Chief spent together. They had like 5 things go wrong. Thats when an alert went out. Construction of a Orbital AA gun was on reach. If it finished, it could shoot at the Supercarrier and frigate. The arbiter opened comms to the captain of both ships, as well as including the comms in Ethan's Suit.. "Iv noticed the detection of a Orbital AA gun. We will need to hurry to stop the savages from getting it up, or Reach will become a covenant stronghold....."
The Elite commander nodded. "We will have to speed up our plans. We are also detecting a Supercarrier heading this way. The Arbiter sighed. He knew it was too good to be true. He nodded to both Ethan and Luck. "We should begin quickly, or else they may gain a tool that will prevent our revenge and justice" he told them. However, he felt something when he said Justice. This was real Justice, unlike what the Prophets had said. What they did was mass murder. This, this was Justice. The Arbiter knew it was war, but still Justice. More Justice then the Prophets, thats for sure.
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He walked over and leaned against the wall Damien was on, knowing what he was thinking. the Arbiter had become very good at reading people. He silently told Damien "Maybe some, but what he..." He noted, he referring to the Master Chief, who was the only person he referred to as he without any Clarification. "He did more then a whole army. What he did was real, that is a fact" He finished.
He decided on another noted silently "And i don't plan on losing ether...." he noted, in which most people would guess this one. Most kills Wins. Let the games begin. "Is it time now?" he asked, looking to Ethan.
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The glow from the Seraph's console provided an eerie illumination in the dark cabin of the Seraph. Ripa had piloted one of these before, but, this time, he was not in control of the ship. He merely acted the role of co-pilot for the moment. The craft pulled away from the carrier, a ship so large that even as they flew away from it, it still swallowed up all the space above them. Roughly twenty-seven miles in length, by human standards, not to mention immensely powerful. He remembered the first time seeing one of the awesome ships. He recalled the incredible feeling of wonder at it. The sheer show of strength expressed by the single vessel. He had, at the time, thought that no other ship could possibly defeat it.
Now that he was older he knew better.
He examined the console in front of him through the eyes of his helmet, "They must know we are here," He said to the pilot, breaking the silence. "The Covenant."
"Mm," The Pilot grunted in response. "They may not be smart, but they are not too stupid. They would not miss the super carrier."
"Then let us hope that the humans have a worthy plan of attack. Otherwise this campaign will be all for naught, lest they decide to send in an army." Ripa replied solemnly.
"They will. And even if they do not, or if it fails for some reason, they will improvise." The pilot turned his head a fraction, glancing at Ripa for a moment, "They are good at such things."
Ripa nodded, remembering such things from the War, "Yes. And it cost us many a battle on the ground. Not to mention a number in the void." As they closed in on the Dusk the pilot decreased their speed.
The pilot hailed the ship, "Shadow of Dusk, we request permission to dock." He glanced once more at Ripa, though he pretended not to notice. "There is a package for you."
A moment's pause.
"Separatist seraph, permission is granted. We have a pelican departing at the moment, we suggest you wait for it to clear before docking."
"Understood." The pilot severed the connection.
Ripa took a slow, shallow breath, "'Package'?"
The pilot chuckled, "Something the matter?"
Ripa shook his head, "No. Nothing important." Silenced washed over the cockpit once more, and the two Sangheili watched as the pelican dropship departed for the planet below. Once clear, the seraph moved in, entering the Dusk's hangar bay. It settled down in the center, which was cleared of personnel for the landing. Ripa nodded to the pilot before exiting the craft. Once at a safe distance, he turned to watch as the seraph lifted and backed out of the hangar. He redirected his attention the ship he was now in. Some of the crew were giving him odd looks, some of them less than friendly. A crewman approached him and directed him to a barracks where the rest of his "team" would be waiting. Ripa had been informed he would be working with the Arbiter on this, an honor, given how Thel had been instrumental in the dismantling of the Covenant.
Following the directions he had been given, Ripa navigated his way through the ship. Most of the crew that he passed still gave him those odd, sometimes hateful looks that he had received moments ago. But he paid them no mind. He would not start a fight over a glance. He reached the barracks and entered, finding that there were two people already present: The Arbiter, and a human who was easily recognizable as a Spartan.
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