Mission 3: A Long Road Ahead

[hollowsaber]

Time: 2259
Amiss the cool night on the planet Albert, a small fleet of UNSC ships casually emerged just above the planet’s atmosphere. Their sleek hulls reflected the luminous planet’s surface as they approached slowly. The ships floated in the basic escort formation to protect their VIP; which was carrying a very, very, precious cargo. The “precious cargo” was the Battalion of the UNSCs most experienced soldiers in the entire sector, which would be used for a later operation. Albert was going to be their home for the next few weeks, so some free time was given to them, but they weren‘t on leave. Not at all. They would be able to be tourists of course, but rifles and equipment would have to be within arms reach at all times.

The three Destroyer and two Frigate escort remained vigilant as the new Virtue-Class Carrier, the UNSCS Majestic, docked with the orbiting shipyard. The massive ship had just been pulled off the construction line before it was called into service. Now it was already being prepped for a massive operation. The ships escorting it; the Siren’s Kiss, the Ares, and others, put up a small bubble around the carrier as it performed it’s offload of the troops.

It didn’t take long before the soldiers were escorted from the belly of the ship into the three cities below. One by one they were all scanned for anything the planet deemed “illegal”, but most were able to keep their possessions because of their being military. Transported planet side via 12 elevators, and were allowed to move out at their own will. The ships themselves that had transported them began to go through some refits once all the marines made it safely planet-side. The Siren’s Kiss and two Frigates left the formation in order to scan the system.

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Set in a small triangle with connecting highways keeping them together, the cities Glasgow, Sheffield, and Bracknell were places where a courageous few had settled on the Jungle planet. It was a calm place to live and the UNSC didn't bug them to much except when Marines needed to be shuffled around. The residents didn’t mind the extra company and treated the soldiers mostly as tourists. The new faces in the bars and hotels were greeted happily, and were served as if they came around often. Yet, behind those smiles, memories of war still lingered. This place had once been a battle ground between the URF and the UNSC years ago. Rebels were almost to sneak in and take control for a few months because of how far away the system was. After the UNSC got a much larger presence on the ground and their Navy got its act together, the Rebels were booted out just a few months later. The streets became filled with people just trying to live their daily lives a few days later and repairs were hastily completed. The UNSC was good to the Tauri System and made sure it was taken care of. There wasn't much place to farm or mine so supplies had to be ferried in. Rebels caught on to the trade lanes and quickly began to attack the ships. When the Covenant appeared, it made it even more difficult but the food, water, and steel never stopped coming into the docks.

As a wave of soldiers barged into the quiet night, several of the men and women went to bars to relax. Others went to barracks, and some just walked around the city in search of their own relaxation. Of course… The Marines were told to be on high alert and were armed to the teeth, which was normal around there. It was almost as if they were occupying the cities in war; which they were in a sense. The planet was on the very edge of UNSC Space and the Covenant were known to come by so skirmishes were common near Victoria and Napoleon. To the UNSCs dismay, contact was lost with the system a few years back during the Insurrection. Come to find out, a Frigate had crashed into a satellite just when the Rebels staged an uprising, which caused the confusion. Once contact had been reestablished, Albert sent the message that the Rebels had been oppressed quickly with few casualties and they had an open shipyard for the fleet that was being made. UNSC High Command quickly sent out the ships and immediately began to plan the attack they would stage in just a few months.

Skyscrapers extended upward in the middle of the three cities where businesses had grown, and almost like a stairway, the buildings became smaller and smaller as you moved outwards from the middle until the massive defense walls ended the expansions. Just beyond the walls, jungle flourished like on all of the other planets. The trees had been cleared for about a mile or so, and flat open land gave a light shield for the cities. Those on sentry duty could hardly see far into the outskirts beyond. Even a trained marksman had trouble seeing into the forest beyond. Around the highways that connected the cities though, the ground had also been cleared very well as to keep nature from taking back her land. This could end up to be to the humans disadvantage later on in the war, as the highways were the backbone of the cities ability to trade and transport goods. It wasn't the only way of course, but it was the easiest and fastest. Even at night, cars and trucks moved between the cities, both coming and going.

Yet, tonight civilians weren’t the only movers on the bridges. Converted Warthog-jeeps ferried loads of fresh Marines out of Bracknell into Sheffield and Glasgow as they were assigned to their bases. They were all given the night to themselves and were told to keep one eye open at all times. The night would go by fast for some, and they would have only a few hours before they had to be on the watch. Neither the Rebels or Covenant were known to wait...

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As of right now, all UNSC Characters are in the cities. You may RP in any city of your liking, and any way you like. Go anywhere, do anything, but be appropriate. No strip clubs ladies. Still gotta be PG-13. All soldiers are fully geared as if this is an occupation, but it is not. You are all essentially on leave, and can do whatever the heck you like. Do not do any time stamps of any sort, as they will be ignored in Mod posts.

ALL COVENANT PLAYERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO POST JUST YET.

You all have The Hunt to finish, and that will keep you all busy until you are allowed to post. Which is why I didn't wait. So hurry up. The faster you finish, the faster we can progress!

[Deleted]

Redsont and his squad took two warthog and were patrolling the highway after they deployed. It was how he kept himself and his men on edge if there was an attack. He sat in the driver seat of the lead hog with Ed in the passanger seat and Desmond on the gun. In the other hog was Fred at the driver seat and Pat on gun with John glancing around at the surroundings.

"This sucks why can't we just relax in town like everyone else?", Pat moaned through the private com.

"Because they put us here for a reason, and it seems all to strange from the start. They call a handful of us away from our squads, run us through drills, than stick us out in the middle of nowhere. I rather have us ready for whatever they have planned, and that's what we're doing.", Redsont explained.

"But why all the way out here? You think this has ONI written on it?", Ed asked through the com.

"ONI has had their signature on stranger things my friend, so I don't put it past them.", Desmond spoke as the warthog left the highway to resupply and gas up.

"For our sakes let's hope it's just a trade escort.", Redsont thought aloud.

[Wax™]

Sergeant Jason Bowers and Corporal Clair Hunt the attractive blond sat down on a park bench fully geared and on full alert, Jason leant casually against the park bench chair with one arm spread back resting on the chair specificly where Clair was sitting, he looked back and forth with his weapon sitting on his lap a M45 Tactical Shotgun, Bowers looked to Clair and smiled lifting a hand to stroke her hair.

"Got any plans for this evening sweet heart" Bowers said with a small chuckle, Clair's left hand darted up and griped Bowers' wrist tightly, the Corporal turned her head and smiled "No... Just the lousy date you planned out right now" She said before letting go and looking back out into the park.

Bowers smiled as his hand dropped back onto the rear of the seat, he lifted it over Clair's head and dropped it on the butt of his shotgun, he looked back and forth again sitting up straight he watched two children run through the park, one chasing another before the cought site of the UNSC Marines, the stopped and walked over the one in front, the oldest speaking first.

"Woah! Your UNSC Marines..." The first boy said, the second now continuing "How come you guys are all over the place" Bowers looked to Clair with an evil grin before leaning forward resting both elbows in his knees.

"If I told you... I would have to kill you" Bowers said with a small laugh, the two boys' eyes widened for a moment before they realized it was a joke, the exchanged laughs and began to talk again, the conversation was interrupted by the younger boy as he pointed to Sergeant Bowers sidearm.

"Could I hold your gun?" The boy asked, Bowers looked to Clair for a moment, the two exchanged looks and casual shrugs before Bowers turned back and nodded at the second boy, He pulled out his sidearm a M6C/SOCOM, Bowers removed the clip and cocked the gun before handing it to the boy, the boy smiled and pointed it at his older sibling 'Bang Bang' the boy said before handing it back to the Sergeant.

"Thanks!" The boy noted handing it back to Bowers before they both ran off, Bowers loaded it with the same clip and slid it back into it's holster, he looked to Clair and shrugged.

"What?" He said with a grin.

"Nothing... Little brats could have ran off with it" Replied Clair with a slight hint of dislike in her voice.

Clair was interrupted by a large thump, Corporal's Jake Winters and Richard Speirs kicked the back of the chair Clair and Jason was sitting on before making their ways around to the front each one smiling and laughing, Jake looked at Winters smirking before Speirs spoke.

"Thought we would find you two love birds out here" Richard spoke.

"How was your date?" Continued Jake with a chuckle.

"Yeah it was good... We had a ball of a time didnt we honie" Jason turned to Clair smiling kissing her on the cheek, Clair turned her head once Jason finished and grinned before speaking in an Icey voice.

"Dont try that again mister... You got two got a Hog?" Clair spoke to the two other Corporals.

"Yeah it's in the lot... Lets go!" Said Speirs before leading off to the car park, he approached a Transport variant Warthog jammed into two spaces before sliding himself into the Drivers seat, next to him in the Passenger seat was an intoxicated Private from another squad.

"Where did you pick this one up from" Bowers spoke before climbing into the seat behind the Drivers seat.

"Huh... Oh him! Caught him bothering a couple of girls outside a bar... He's as drunk as a whistle" Spoke Winters as he hauled himself into the Seat behind Bowers, lifting his leg up and leaning against the roll bar on the passenger side.

Clair instead of climbing onto the rear seat jammed herself in next to Bowers and put one arm around him.

"Take me home sweet-heart" She smiled letting out a small giggle, still going on about the joke before, she then climbed over the roll bar onto the rear seat, Winters grabbed the back of Bowers head.

"Can I have a smooch" He laughed but was cut off by the rumble of the Warthog.

"Take us to a Barracks Speirs... Let's drop this Private off with the lads down there... Take a lap of the cities first and make sure nothing is messing up" Bowers said, he gripped onto the roll bard as Speirs reversed the Warthog out and then drove it out of the Parks car park and onto a road bound for a highway.

<Feel free to bump into Me and my Corporals as we patrol the city>

[hollowsaber]

Major Salvatore Foley Task Force 77: Reaper Platoon Inside the Elevator leading down to Bracknell

With a soft look directed towards the green planet, newly promoted Salvatore Foely stared quietely at what would be his new home for a little while. In one hand he held his black, scratched helmet with a light grasp, letting it hang almost by his finger tips, but had it curled so it was also partly held by his palm. His dark, fingerless, scuffed glove showed signs of recent war, and so did the rest of his armor. Burn marks and patches over where his last mission had almost cost him his life. Scratches, where needles from Grunts and Jackals had bounced off or grazed him by inches, showed a will to not be killed. He hadn’t removed his battle dress since the mission, and was in the pod bay the entire trip.

His squad leaders had stayed by him, and a few of his dedicated soldiers had as well. Foely wished everyone was with him, but Dan, ‘Trick’ and Rance were gone. Izy got transferred, Phillip and Eric were both discharged, and a few others decided not to renew their service. He was down nearly 15 men out of his usual 40. Blackout was half empty, Shadow was missing a Corporal and a weapon specialist, and Grey was missing 3 soldiers. ONI didn’t care though, even with empty ranks, Foely would have to go out. He didn’t complain, he never did, not once. Though, he did get a chance to get some fresh air planet side for once so that was something he would take advantage of.

“Sir…?” A soft, young voice asked for his Major to return. Foely wish he didn’t have to answer, but this man had also been though a lot. Hell, he almost was killed.

“Yes Corporal?” Foely didn’t take his gaze from the window of the elevator, but directed his attention to the trooper. Corporal Jake Furrow; sniper, young, demolitions expert, reliable, and willing to put his life on the line for the mission, Foely had read the report on the Lethe OP. Furrow would be a good asset to his team, but Foely just had to break him in.

“What do you want us to do when we get Planet side…?” Furrow looked at the other fireteam leaders, then at his sniper rifle. Foely had taken a few of his leaders down first, and his Sergeants were in the elevator next to him.

“I was told that we were to get some R&R but to keep our eyes and ears open. This planet has been through hell and ONI has reason to believe that the Covenant may come for it. So don’t go crazy. COMs will always be open so everyone can stay in contact with each other. Don’t leave Bracknell though, if something happens, I want to be able to get back together.” The elevator shook a little as the station below began to take up the window and the elevator slowed.

“Understood sir.” Furrow nodded under his helmet and stepped back with the others. They knew Foely wasn’t in a good mood, but they didn’t mind.

As the elevator door opened, two civilian officials stood outside. Foely looked at their smiling faces, then around the room. The building was full of soldiers coming out of the elevators. They were being checked, rechecked, and put through a lot of steps an immigrant would be put through. Mostly for the planet’s safety and such. Yet, no one was getting in trouble, probably just a lot of protocol the workers had to do.

“Major Foely?” The civilan woman to Foely’s left called his name loudly so he could hear her over the noise, and his attention was instantly snagged.

“Yes ma’am?”

“We were give word that you were coming, and your Platoon has been asked to go to Glasgow as quickly as possible. I’m not sure why, but General Aushinson has asked for us to let you know.”

Foely sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose; he never really did get a break. Foely waved the woman off after acknowledging the order and pulled his helmet up so he could talk to his platoon, which was both in the facility and still coming down the elevator.

“Reaper Platoon, rendevous with me outside. We’re going to Glasgow.” Foely lowered his helmet back down then looked at the five men and two women behind him. All seven nodded and followed as Foely began to walk through the facility.

They were escorted by the two civilians and were brought outside where military trucks were already running; four Warthogs, one a gauss, and six big trucks. Maybe the General didn’t get the memo that he didn’t have a full squad. Either way, he had something to do now. It was better than walking around doing absolutely nothing.

[Wax™]

Captain Jonathon 'Ricket' Michales

Jonathon stepped outside after being checked and re-checked by the planets immigration staff, Jonathon was not heavily armed like most of the Marines around here, all he had was a personal M6C/SOCOM for a sidearm and a few clips, Jonathon watched as marine after marine mounted large amounts of Warthogs and large trucks ready to take them furthur into the city, Jonathon saw a Warthog that had previously had a Gauss gun on the pack, the weapon had been taken off, Jonathon walked over to the vehicle and hauled himself into the Driver's seat, Jonathon turned the beast of a vehicle on and smiled at the sound of it's eight cylinder engine roaring into life.

Jonathon looked around and pulled out of the formation and down a road till he found an on-ramp to a highway that led around the three cities, he drove for a good mile or two passing plenty of UNSC Convoys and marines as he did so, he found an off-ramp Glasgow and change lanes so as able to access it, he stopped and asked a local for directions.

"Excuse me son" Jonathon spoke from the Warthog to a particular young man walking down a sidewalk, Jonathon veered the vehicle into a parking bay on the side of the road so as to speak to the man more clearly.

"Yes... May I help you Sir" The young man replied in a maturing voice.

"Yes... I am looking for directions to a hotel... Could you help me please?" Jonathon replied with a slight grunt, he looked out of the Warthog around the city, this place all very unfamiliar to him.

"Yeah sure... Continue down this road... Hang a right and stop when you approach a large tower across from a bank" The young man spoke, using his hands to give signals for the Captain on which way to go.

"Thanks son" Jonathon nodded to the man before turing to face the road, he waited for a gap in the traffic to appear before merging in with a series of cars, Jonathon followed the mans directions accuratley and found himself at a fancy hotel, outside were a few Marines making their way inside to find them selves a comfy stay by the looks of things, Jonathon continued past the hotel and found a garage in which to park the Warthog in under the hotel, Jonathon parked in a space close to a stair-well and gripped a hand held short-mile radio from the Warthog, he switched it on the the main line COMMAND Channel.

"This is Captain Michael of the UNSC Ares... I will be staying at a hotel named, 'The Hilton Grand' if I am needed I will be available for contact on private channel... ZERO, NINER, TWO point NINER... Over" Jonathon put his ear to the Radio and remained stationary till he heard a crackled reply, the reception was foggy due to the thick concrete of the underground carpark.

"Roger that Captain... You will be notified... Over" Jonathon smiled and shut off the Warthog before hauling himself out and making his way up the stair well to the lobby.

[z]

Name: Lucy Marreh Gray
Alias: "Z"
Rank: Gunnery Sergeant, ODST Special Operations
Squad: ODST Alpha Squad, Reaper Platoon

Lucy had come to the city in a different LZ, away from where her platoon was coming down at.

Lucy was in full gear at the moment, her helmet was off and under her arm while both her M45 Tactical Shotgun was slung over her back, crossed with her MA5 AR. Her squad-mates followed right behind her, each of them with removed helmets, all but Jackson who kept his visor darkened and his helmet on, his Sniper on his back and SMG on his hip.
The Twins both walked a few paces behind Lucy, both of their faces looked alike, besides the fact that Anders had a scar on his forehead and shorter cut hair than Alex. Lucy was on alert still, relaxed or not she had been to planets this far near the rim of UNSC space before, and fighting the Covenant normally turned out bad.

"What do you think, Jackson?" Anders asked the teams quiet Russian sniper. Jackson simply shrugged and tilted his head towards Lucy.

The Twins looked at each other for a quick moment and chuckled.
"Hey Boss."

Lucy didn't even pay attention to them

"Boss!" He said raising his voice.

Lucy still didn't pay attention

Anders sighed. "Z?"
That's when Lucy stopped and turned to the lesser of two evil twins and tilted her head a bit.
"What, Anders?" She asked a bit blandly

"What are we going to do, eh?" Alex asked.
Lucy shrugged and sighed. "You guys go ahead off, I'm gonna wander round a bit."
The team all broke up in different directions, the Twins wandering off into a nearby bar and Jackson heading off across the street and down a different road, leaving Lucy standing alone on the curb, staring off into space. She sighed and was about to start walking when a kid was standing next to her.

"Are you a Marine?" The child asked.

"Yes... Just a special kind of Marine" Lucy answered waking with a blank stare with her rifles clicking against each other.

"Oh! I met some Marines just up the street they were heading this way in a car i think."
Lucy was cut off by the sound of her Platoon sounding over her comm in her helmet, she quickly put it on and listened. Rendezvous point? Alright...
Z uploaded a Marker onto it and began walking a bit quicker, alerting the Twins and Jackson on where to be.

Lucy tuned out the child that was still talking to her and picked up the speed a bit in order to reach her platoons rally point.

"Understood, ODST Alpha Squad is on the way."

[terrance]

Glasgow, Planet Albert

Sergeant Terrance Nelson waited near the opening the maintaince hanger, enjoying the sensation of the wind. A occasionally shout emanated from behind him were fireteams Alpha and Bravo played a game of basketball. Charlie had manage to get a hold of a warthog and went ahead.

The game was the least on Terrance’s mind. He had sent Thiam and Santana to grabbed some transportation cause the motor pool had been cleared out. A reward for being the last out.

It was almost twenty minutes later and they weren’t back. Terrance was beginning to worry. If they had gotten into any trouble, he was going to personally crack their heads, then give them over to Corporal Garcia.

A low rumble of a incoming vehicle caught Terrance’s attention and he turned his head to the west entrance. Two UNSC transport warthogs zoomed through the gates, swerving just a little.
“ Jesus.” Terrance muttered. They don’t even know how to drive straight. He realize the hogs were coming in fast and quickly moved aside. The hogs screeched to a stop inside the hanger. Thiam stood up from the first hog’s drivers seat and shout.
“All aboard!”

Alpha and Bravo formed around the hogs. Terrance circled over to Thiam.
“Alpha, last hog.” He ordered. Thiam jumped out the hog and turned.
“Thiam, what took you so long.” Terrance called after him.
“You told me to find hog, so I did.” Thiam said over his shoulder as he prepared to hop into the second hog.
“Get out. I’m driving.” Terrance told. Thiam’s head snapped towards him.
“What? You never drive.”
“I’m driving now.” Terrance replied. He didn’t like driving, but that was only when he was being shot at. Thiam stepped down and headed to the passenger sent. Kelley and Santana climbed into the back.

Private Dufortaine was the last in. He carefully placed a bulky black duffle bag in the back and climbed in. The bags contents were five MA5B assault rifles, one M90 shotgun, six grenades, a long range radio and other various equipment.

Terrance put the hog in reverse, backed out the hanger, and circled towards the west exit. Bravo was right behind him. Terrance exhaled. Finally they could get started with Operation: GET SOME REAL FOOD.

[Wax™]

Sergeant Jason Bowers

Jason was now driving the Transport Variant Warthog after they dropped off the intoxicated private back at the designated barracks, Jason looked from left to right seeing across the road seeing if there was anything out of the ordinary, he slowed down the Warthog as he saw an ODST trooper (Z) running down the sidewalk of the street he was on, it looked like she just got out of inspection from the Planets immigration personel, he pushed down on the accelerator and caught up to the femanine ODST figure, once he was beside her he lifted his foot off the accelerator and matched her speed so to be able to talk to the trooper.

"Hey trooper!... You need a lift!" Bowers yelled out as he slowed the car down to match the troopers speed, his three corporals who were sitting having a conversation in the back turned around to look blankly at the trooper, they just shrugged and all turned back to eachother.

[Martial Virtue]

Captains Dylan and Sierra Lloyd

"So that's the last of them, huh?" Captain Lloyd regarded the Warthogs beside her as her XO unloaded off of one of them himself. Her Marines were scattered amongst the vehicles as squad leaders moved to round everyone up for orders and dismissal.

"Yes, ma'am," her second-in-command, First Lieutenant Philippe James, confirmed. "According to my count, we're all officially disembarked."

"Yeah, I got that, too. Just making sure." The captain adjusted the strap of her battle rifle across her chest; the weapon was slung diagonally behind her back, and she could feel the reassuring weight of her personal sidearm in its holster on her hip. She gripped her helmet in one hand and sighed as she glanced down at her datapad again. "I guess that's everything then, Lieutenant." A small smile formed across her lips. "Let's let 'em loose then and hit the town."

Lieutenant James smiled back. "Yes, ma'am."

James followed as Captain Lloyd made her way to what could be deemed the center-most point of the assembled Marines, then brought her thumb and forefinger to her mouth to let out a loud whistle. When she had everyone's attention, she spoke.

"Marines, listen up! As you know, you're all free to go at this time and enjoy what the city has to offer. You are no longer on duty. However, keep it tame, keep it clean, and limit yourself to two drinks. You're to keep your datapads on at all times and be ready to go at a moment's notice. Stay close by, and don't wander off by yourself. This is not an invitation to wreak havoc everywhere you go, and you're not to leave this area. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good. Then you're dismissed."

Her fully battle clad Marines let out loud whoops and quickly took off towards the downtown strip, where bars and restaurants made up every other building, invitingly lit up with doors open wide for the influx of military customers. Sierra planned on being one of them herself before the night was through, but for officers such as herself, some logistical work was still in order before that could be done.

"James?"

"Captain?"

"You're free to go as well, Lieutenant," she said to him.

The lieutenant gave her a look. "You sure there's nothing else I can help you with, ma'am?"

Sierra shook her head. "Thanks, but no. I'll take it from here. All I have to do is make sure those Marines come back in one piece by the end of the night. Think you can check in on some of the bars from time to time, make sure no one's getting too rowdy?"

Her XO nodded. "Consider it done, Captain."

He saluted her and Sierra returned it. Then she looked down at her datapad again as he walked off to do...whatever it was he intended on doing for the night. James was a good kid and a hard-working XO - he deserved the time off.

Captain Lloyd only had one last thing to check when a pair of hands suddenly obscured her vision.

"Guess who," a voice behind her whispered.

Sierra knew who it was right away, and that trace of a grin that had been on her face before widened. "Is it who I think it is?"

"The one and only," came the amused reply. Dylan dropped his hands from her eyes and she turned around to face him. He was smiling, too, all decked out in gear like her; the only difference was the flaming skull and drop pod insignia on his battledress, denoting him as a member of the ODSTs. "Are you done reviewing those rosters yet? I'd like to take my wife out to dinner now that we've got some time."

"Only if we get to hit the bars afterward. What about you? Where's your troopers?"

"Already unleashed them on the town. I bet none of the locals will be thanking me for that."

Sierra chuckled. "Oh, I think we can give them a run for their money. Let's go."

Glasgow, huh? Captain Lloyd thought to herself. We'll see if you've got any goods in store.

[Bippwatt]

Lance Corporal Nikolai Jovanovich.
Sniper, Sniper Team Alpha, Alpha Company of the 51st “Crusher” Battalion, 608th Infantry Regiment.
&
Lance Corporal Idina Fallks
Spotter, Sniper Team Alpha, Alpha Company of the 51st “Crusher” Battalion, 608th Infantry Regiment.

Nikolai held his rifle at port arms and walked down the sidewalk with his spotter and friend, Idina.

"Hey, you know where the LT is, Niko?"

"Which one? We have three of them."

"Uh...." She thought for a moment. "Fortnight."

"I have no clue. I know where Koppre is though. I think. Nah. Shit. I haven't the foggiest idea. Thought I did. Why did you want to know?"

"Kinda wanted to ask him about what the hell we're doing out here."

"Aw, well, hell! Why didn't you just say so? I bet we're out here cause 111 Tauri is right on the cusp of Covenant territory."

"Yeah, I get that. But why are we out here?" She pointed to the ground right under her boots on the last word.

"Well, pfft. Why you asking me that? Go ask one of the LT's that."

"Which brings this conversation full circle."

"Oh, right.", Niko said with a grin.

"Ass.", Idina muttered.

"Ain't I just?"

They finished their "patrol" of "hostile territory" and began to head to one of the barracks for some downtime, when a M831 Troop-Transport, also known as the Transport Warthog, rumbled down the street.

"Hey, Bowers! That you, sir? Mind if we pick up a ride with ya? We need a ride to the Barracks!"

As Niko asked the question, he saw one of the ODST's attached to their unit's walking on the other side of the road.

"Come on, Idina. I sense trouble. Bowers hates ODST's."

"How do you know that?"

"That's what the scuttlebutt says, at least."

"Ah. Rumors. The only known means of FTL communication, beyond sending couriers via ship."

"Ah, shut up and get over here."

"Yes, sir.", she said meekly.

[Wax™]

Sergeant Jason Bowers

With Lucy sat next to Bowers and with three more people jammed into the back of the Warthog all eight people would weigh the Warthog down slightly, Clair wrapped her hand around her helmet and pulled it off, her bright blond hair revealing itself easily in the dark of the night, she turned her head and gripped her side arm, she tugged it out of the holster and moved it swiftly to Alex's gentlemens area, she held it there and kissed the air in the direction of Alex before removing the sidearm and sliding it back into her holster.

"Sorry love... Your gonnah have to wait your turn" Clair said with a smirk before she turned back around and strapped her helmet back on.

Jason turned as he heard a voice yell his name from a distance he waved a hand and yelled back.

"Sure Marines! Get on the back..." he stopped and turned his head to look at Clair "You mind sitting on Speirs lap?" he said with a chuckle.

"Come on baby" Speirs said before he burst out laughing, Clair grinned and hopped over the roll bar to sit on Winters lap instead "Sorry honie your not my type" she gave him a smirk before sliding back so that she was sitting on the two of them.

Bowers waited untill the two other marines dropped themselves down where Clair was previously sitting, he nodded in approval and pushed down on the accelerator sending the Warthog speeding down the street, not as fast as usual since the vehicle was heavily weighed down.

Bowers occasionally turned his head to look at Lucy as they drove toward where Task Force 77's Reaper platoon was assembling he would look back to watch out for his team-mates and change lanes, he turned his head back to the road and put the Warthog on the highway to Glasgow.

"What's happening in Glasgow trooper?... Anything that us 'mere' marines are allowed to hear?" he said with a slight smug tone as he said the word 'mere' "Or is it all Helljumper bullshit?" he turned to her as he said that and put on a charming smile, his team-mates would realise bowers was joking by his tone, but the new-comers may not see his words as comforting.

[Soulstep]

Sergeant Andrew Deiran Indigo Squad Leader

Indigo squad, now brought up to full strength with the addition of fresh faces to replace Andrew's longtime friends, disembarked from their warthog convoy into Sheffield. Private Kain, their designated marksman, noted that it wasn't much like the original bak on Earth. For one thing, there was much less dirt.

"Okay, so, uhh... Sarge? Can we... Uhh..."

Andrew looked to his left to Private Jerine Faith, who was smiling and blushing slightly. "Can you... Go mingle?" He guessed, Sarah joining him at his side.

Faith nodded, and Andrew noticed the rest of Indigo waiting behind the female Marine.

"Alright... But no getting drunk off your arse, we're still technically on duty. And no using your equipment as gambling tools either."

As Indigo gleefully dispersed into the streets, Andrew and Sarah remained at the drop-off, the Corporal resting her head on the Sergeant's shoulder. "Not the same without the others, is it?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Nope... And I doubt it ever will. These new kids seem decent enough though, aside from our new medic. What a prick."

"And that's why he's in your fireteam."

"Thanks..."

The two enjoyed their teasing of one another, a holdover from their old squad. After Ben had been shot, Adam bludgoned to death and Tom vapourised... It was really all they had left to remember them by.

"So..." Andrew asked, wrapping an arm around Sarah's shoulder. "Where should we head?"

Sarah winked and pointed at a nearby club Andrew following the finger. The thumping music seeming to leap in volume as soon as he looked at it. "How about there?" She asked, noting a few other UNSC troops chatting up a few locals outside.

"Eh, why not. I'm sure the civvies need some amusement."

The two Marines walked inside, and suddenly felt rather deafened.

[hollowsaber]

Lieutenant Colonel Julius Dillenger and Captain Shawn Orion Task Force 77: Apocalypse Wing and Scorpion Squadron UNSC Flying Turtle; Just above Planet Albert

"Time to rock and roll." Julius Dillenger, Lieutenant Colonel of the 8492nd Apocalypse Squadron, sat in the cockpit of his battle hardened Peregrine. To his right and left, three other Peregrines were waiting to take off as well. Though, even the massive transport craft couldn't send them off all at once, so Julius and his wingman, Xavier Lewentall, were going out first. It had been a while since they flew, so Julius was a little rusty. The others admited to forgetting some maneuvors as well. They would have to work out the kinks dirtside before they got into any dogfighting.

"Apoc-3, ready to burn. All systems have been checked and rechecked." Xavier called over the channel to everyone else as he looked to his right towards the Colonel.

"Copy that, Apoc-3. Venom, how are your birds? You guys ready to fly?" Julius was directing his attention to the full attachment of Pelicans that were sitting in their own section of the hangar bay. Out of the entirity, they had to have taken up at least three-quarters of the entire thing. But they did have a lot of equipment, and all of it was necessary for war. The Peregrines only had the planes, Drones, and a few different weapons.

"Yea we're all set back here. All Pelicans report in. I want to make sure everyone is here. Co-Pilots, Pilots, Gunners, everyone. We're leaving and once we get ground side, the only transport to the base is gonna be your feet. So, Olis, drum-roll?" Captain Shawn Orion, leader of the entire group of Pelicans, sat in his dusted, beaten up Pelican in the Number-1 spot just a little ways away from the end of the Peregrine runway.

"Very funny. Wayvern and I are both on board. Got a few engineers in the cargo, but no one fancy. So... Venom-2 is ready to go." Olis, from the number-2 spot, spoke over the noise of Wayvern yelling at the Engineers to shut up and sit down. They were arguing over some security code on the terminals that was changed. Little did they know, olis did that just to screw with them.

"Poison 1 here, we're all green. Extra machine gun ammo is locked and settled in the back. We got some weight to us, but we'll be fine. Wade is checking it over right now to make sure everything is set up." Warrant Officer Grade 2 Lenard Cross, pilot of Poison 1 and close buddy of Shawn since back on Harvest.

"Poison 2 is ready to fight. We've got a small crew of military boys who need a way down but we'll be able to keep up. Erick is strapping them in. He probably won't come up here till later. I pissed 'em off this mornin' kind of." Specialist Chrystal Jackson, a pilot born in a rich family. She may be a preppy girl off duty, but in the ksies, she's one to be reckoned with.

"Copy that. Venom and Poison flights are ready. All other pelican units, report in. Once roll-call is done and everyone is set, we'll head on out!" In the background of Shawn's mic, Jitter could be heard in the cargo bay yelling at one of the medical personel...

"God damn it woman! I told you before! I'm perfectly fit and able to fly this thing! So strap in, and stop worrying about my--!" Shawn shut the door to the back when he noticed it was feeding through.

"Er... yea.. start the roll call." Shawn rubbed his head as he thought about what do to about Jitter...

[Soulstep]

PO2 Selina McGreggor Venom-5 Pilot

"This is Venom-5, Scorpion and crew loaded up, guns are hot, and missiles loaded and safe. Engines gunned, waiting on you." Selina reported into the mic, making sure Sergio hadn't armed the missile pods while her head was turned.

"Eh, so any of you two fought covies before?" Her spanish co-pilot and missile gunner asked, eagerly looking her way. The young man was a loon, Selina would have a hell of a job controlling him in a combat zone.

Before she could answer his question, however, their crew chief Eddie barked at the co-pilot. "USE FUCKING RESPECT WHEN TALKING TO SUPERIORS!!! And for the record, no." The big guy wasn't exactly subtle. But, he got his job done, and had terrified the Marines and techs running around into getting their Pelican prepped in about 2 thirds of the usual time.

As Eddie turned and left the cockpit to yell at the passengers some more, Selina looked straight at Sergio. "Listen, Crewman. There are civilians down there. That means NO firing unless we get clearance to engage AND I arm the pods. If I see your hand ANYWHERE NEAR that control, I'm sure Eddie will happily introduce you to gravity."

The cowed co-pilot nodded and returned to his checks, and Selina returned to hers, satified that he was dealt with. For now.

[Jakob]

Lieutenant Jakob Zaborowski

Jakob had gripped the steering wheel, humming a song as he drove through the pitch black high way. He could hardly see two feet ahead, even with the many street lights. There were less cars there than most other nights, but it seemed traffic was still going strong. He looked to his side to see Aborn taking a chug of whiskey in the seat next to him. He shook his head, the man had been drinking more and more with every mission, it was just starting trouble. He vaguely recalled the bar fight he started shortly after Lethe.

Jakob entered the city, some people on the street glanced at the near empty troop hog, most of them turned away however. The site of some UNSC was all too familiar with them. Their distrust was evident though, no matter how much they loved the UNSC, having so many so close all of a sudden was creating a very obvious tension. Jakob shrugged it off, focusing on driving.

Finally, he pulled into the parking lot of a club, Aborn looked up and laughed, opening the door before the car even stopped and hopping out. Jakob looked briefly before parking, deciding that Aborn's usual flavors of insanity were nothing to be worried about. He unbuckled and slid out, his boots slamming into the ground, he locked the door and tossed the keys to Aborn, shouting "hey you drunk sunuva bitch, I am trusting you with these. The second you lose them I kick your ass."

Aborn laughed and caught them, fumbling, "whashever you say shir!" Jakob sighed, realizing he was far more drunk than he expected. He shrugged it off and walked with Aborn into the club, dance music filling his ears before there was a quick hush of everyone inside, surprised by the ODST's strolling in. Jakob gave a short bow and everyone laughed and started dancing again, two women walking up. Impressed by their armor.

An hour later.

Jakob's breath smelled of pricey scotch and some exotic fruit that he was too drunk to recall the name of. His arms were stretched out down the seat, wrapped around two women's shoulders whose name he had not cared to memorize. His one night stand slowly forming. He laughed, telling exaggerated stories for some reason. Deciding that his life was not exciting enough and listened to their many giggles. This was the life he thought.

Suddenly, three large men walked up to the table, one of them grabbed the drink from Jakob's table and spilled it on his helmet. Jakob's head snapped back and his arms went off the women's shoulders and to the table. Pushing him self up. Aborn who was dead drunk in the next stall, necking a woman, pushed her back roughly. Even through his drunken haze, Jakob was more to him than anyone.

One of the men spat on his armor, both of the women he was holding nudged away from Jakob, afraid of an outbreak. Jakob adjusted his helmet and asked what the hell their problem was.

"You hanging with my girls?" Said the obvious leader, a man taller than even Jakob and far fatter. Several other men had stood up with them, obvious friends. The club music still droned but most had stopped dancing and turned to look. The DJ stopped playing and the records just played as usual. Rather bland.

Jakob was about to speak, trying to settle the situation when Aborn slugged the man. He collapsed in a heap next to the table and some one screamed in the back, another giant man ran forward and toppled the table at the booth Jakob was in. Aborn was attacked by three men and quickly running off, trying to find a better place to fight. Jakob thought to himself, 'Aborn you son of a bitch, you have the keys.' Before he had time to run after him, several men walked up to Jakob.

Jakob threw his leg up and kicked one in the neck, he clenched his throat and fell back, unable to breath from the swift kick. Jakob slammed the foot down and raised his hands. Instead of playing fair, one of them pulled a knife from his pocket, pointing it at Jakob menacingly. The drunken Lieutenant knew he could not be killed from that easily, he was stronger and smarter and had armor on. But still, being stabbed hurt, even with protective armor. He decided that instead of taking on several armed men, he would book it.

He turned on his heel and sprinted, jumping on the cushioned seat and over the one behind it. A man ducked his head to avoid being smashed in the face by a boot and one of the men now behind him tried to grab him, failing horribly. Jakob sprinted for the doors, pushing a guy down and stumbling outside, doing a roll down the stairs and instantly getting up. Making a hard run for wherever the hell he needed to go.

He head foot steps and shouting behind him, about six guys making a run for him. He passed by the parking lot while forgetting about the locked warthog. His stupid sergeant having the key-

Aborn ran up to him, waving cheerily as he ran next to him. Another three men followed the already large crowd chasing them down the street. They were faster but they could not keep this up forever, Jakob looked at him.

"ABORN WHERE THE HELL ARE THE KEYS!" He shouted, Aborn reached in his pocket while running and pulled some keys, smiling.
"ABORN, WHERE IS THE HOG!" He shouted, Aborn pointed behind them.
"BACK THERE!" Was the simple response he got.

"ABORN, WHY ARE WE NOT DRIVING." Aborn simply gave a shrug and continued running with him, the drunken idiot seeing no problem about being chased by an armed mob. After a good five minutes of running, they saw a warthog surrounded by a ton of people in the distance Jakob and Aborn ran up to the side of it and started shouting.

"HOLY SHIT LET US IN WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" He said, his helmet moving up and down to accomadate his speeding jaw. Aborn giggled drunkenly in the back and tons of foot steps stormed down the street. Jakob himself stumbled a bit from the alcohol but regained his composure, quickly looking at all the people and at the crowd that was gaining no them down the road.

[z]

Alex raised an eyebrow at Clair.
"Oh she's spicy I like it." That's when Lucy lifted her foot and kicked forward between Alex's legs.
He slumped over groaning while Jackson and Anders laughed.
"Oh Stop it" Lucy said. "I could have kicked you MUCH harder"

That's when she heard Bowers ask his question and turned her head to him.
"Ain't no such thing as a "mere" Marine." Lucy said and looked out into the street. That's when she saw an angry mod running after two fellow troopers.

"Stop!" When the Warthog skidded to a stop she looked at her squad and gestured for them to follow her as she stepped out and then turned her attention to Jakob and Aborn.
"Get in you drunken idiots..."
Lucy walked toward the crowd and held up her hands.
"Why don't we all calm down before you cause more problems.." Lucy pointed at her squad to ell them to get behind her, just in case.
She then held up her hands to gesture for everyone to calm down.
"Whats the damn problem?"

As soon as one started talking she looked at her squad and told them to get back in the hog and help the drunks in.
She kept the crowd a few feet back and stepped up into the hog, as they tried to come forward she shook her head and they began to back up a bit.

"Listen, i don't like starting fights" What a lie that was. "But think about it, we are UNSC, keeping you all safe from the Covenant, don't we deserve SOME respect from you? I mean, tell me what my drunken friend here did to you all, Really?"

[Jakob]

Jakob saw that the woman tried to stop the crowd, a knife flew in the air and landed in front of her, Jakob jumped back and ran forward, the drunken crowd restless as police sirens slowly became apparent in the distance. Jakob ran forward and grabbed the woman's shoulder, pulling her back to the vehicle.

"I may be wasted but I am higher rank and that crowd wants to kill us, there are at least fifty in there and I think they might have guns. I will tell you what happened, but we need to go. Right. Fucking. Now." Almost to accent that, he vaguely heard some one loading a pistol over the screams of the crowd, which was turning into more of a riot.

[Martial Virtue]

Captains Dylan and Sierra Lloyd

For once Dylan was in a good mood. It'd been a while since he'd felt like that. Tonight he'd arrived in a city in full battle rattle with his ODSTs but there wasn't yet a fight. They'd gotten the night off. And he was even getting to spend it with Sierra.

His time as a prisoner of the Innies for the better part of a year - and his subsequent surprising return home - had put a significant strain on their marriage as both tried to readjust to the changes, but he knew they would make it. Everything about the night so far reassured him of that.

After dinner he was able to sit back and relax like he hadn't in a long time. Without getting angry or frustrated or remembering everything that had happened to him. It was just him, his wife, and his mug of beer. The crowd in the small corner pub Sierra had chosen to get drinks at after their meal was lively enough, yet not too rowdy. Just the way he liked it nowadays - it didn't take much to set him off, so he preferred these kinds of low-key, easygoing places more now.

"What do you think the kids are doing now?"

Sierra asked the question seemingly out of the blue, and Dylan looked up from his drink to regard her. Her own mug of beer was half empty at this point, though it was her first of the night, and she didn't seem very interested in finishing it. He knew that look - she was missing home. Dylan reached across the small circular tabletop and took her hand with his own. He smiled faintly, for her sake.

"I'm sure they're in bed by now and doing fine. Don't worry."

"I just...I miss them. I always feel bad when we're gone, out on deployments like this."

"Think of it this way: the sooner we accomplish what we were sent here to do, the sooner we can get back to them. I miss them, too. I'm not sure how long this'll all eventually take, but we're doing the right thing. Us being here, keeping the streets and the worlds safe from the Covies and the Innies...it's our way of protecting Caleb and Grace, of keeping them out of harm's way. Remember that."

"I know. I don't ever regret taking the job. It's just - "

Sierra stopped mid-sentence and Dylan's ears perked up, straining to listen. They'd both been involved in enough deep shit at this point in their careers that they could tell when something was off. Without even consciously thinking about it, Dylan moved his right hand to the pistol on his hip holster, and when he glanced across at Sierra, he saw that she had done the same.

There were sounds of a large crowd gathering somewhere outside.

The two captains exchanged a look before nodding and walking out together, covering each other's six.

"You take right, I take left," Dylan whispered.

His wife nodded, her grip on her still-holstered sidearm tightening. "Go."

When they got outside they could finally see the commotion that had started up at the far end of the block. Some other UNSC troops had just arrived at the scene, though it became apparent fairly quickly that there wasn't much they could do to pacify the beginnings of a mob. By the time Dylan and Sierra had rushed down there, emergency vehicles were pulling up close by.

And then they heard the discharge of a pistol...followed quickly by another.

[Wax™]

Sergeant Jason Bowers

Sergeant Bowers had managed to drive about ten meters before the gun-shots began to echo through the street, two bullets had hit the rear right tire and due to the weight of everyone the Warthog skidded to a halt, Bowers and his three corporals dived off the Warthog and took cover behind it, Jason gripped his shotgun and the rest of his Marines drew their MA5's, Bowers looked to his soldiers and gave a few hand signals not to open fire.

"DELTA DESTROYERS! NO GUTS, NO GLORY!" Bowers yelled at the top of his lungs, it was the name of his Company and the motto, But being the only Sergeant in his platoon that made it, it seemed he was leading 2 platoon, he pushed himself up and took aim at the crowd.

"Put down your weapons! I really dont want to waste my ammo on shit-heads such as your selves!" Bowers squinted his eyes under his orange combat glasses, Clar was peeking behind one of the tires at the back of the Warthog to see the crowd while Speirs and Winters took cover behind a concrete bus-port, everything was quite untill another shot was fired from the riot, Bowers ducked and Clair along with his other Corporals did the same.

Bowers swore under his breath and turned to his Marines, he did a series of hand signals directing them to run into an alley way imbatween two buildings on his signal, Bowers turned to view the scene before them as pistol rounds still went off every now and then, Bowers gripped a smoke grenade and tossed it to Clair then he gripped a flash bang grenade off his belt, he pulled the pin and gestured for Clair to throw the smoke, as she did Bowers heard a small pop emitted from the direction the smoke was thrown, he watched as the riot crowd slowly dissapeared in the smoke thats when he threw the flash bang grenade , once it when off he reach for Lucy and gripped her shoulder.

"Lets go Trooper!"He would then shove her lightly toward the alley, Bowers pushed off the Warthog and darted for the alley way and met his team inside, he gripped a hand held ten mile Radius Military Radio and switched it to the COMMAND frequency.

"This is Sergeant Jason Bowers, DELTA DESTROYERS... I am currently stationary in an alley way with 12 UNSC Marines under civilian fire... Requesting back up... We are a two Miles east of the immigration clearence check-point... Marking position with inferred strobe... OUT!" Bowers gripped a strobe becon (Only seen with Night-vision/Inferred) from his belt and switched it on before tossing it out in the street to mark their position.

"Alright... We are going to hold out and wait for backup Marines... To keep minimal casualties stay within the perimiter of the Alley and hold your fire unless told otherwise... Winters and Speirs cover the entrance of the Alley... Clair stand-by for medical assistance just in case" Bowers looked to the Trooper Lucy and nodded with a slight wink before he turned to peek out the Alley he saw a couple of Rioters climbing up into the Warthog, though Jason took the starting mechanism.

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Captain Jonathon 'Ricket' Michael

Jonathon stepped into the lobby of the Hotel when his radio went off, he forgot to turn it off the COMMAND channel, he listened intently as a Marine explained the situation, his ears perked as he heard the word DELTA DESTROYERS he had, had this particular band of Marines on the UNSC Ares once before, Jonathon poped his head up to see everyone was looking into his direction, a few of the Marines inside the Lobby sighed as they heard the news and began to run out of the Lobby, Jonathon did a short jog out of the Lobby and into the Underground Carpark, once inside the car park he engaged the starting mechanism of the Hog and the engine roared to life, he backed up and stormed out of the gate to take formation behind another Warthog moving to the scene.

Jonathon listened intently as his Radio filled up with chatter, he squitned his eyes as the riot began to come into range, he saw a coupel of marines running down the street with their sidearms drawn, he then hear the sound of gun-shots that's when he pressed down on the break and skidded to a halt thirty to fifty meters from the crowd before he bagan to reverse till he was out of accurate range, the Naval Captain jumped out of the Warthog and once he was out of range and drew his M6C/SOCOM sidearm as a way to protect himself, he thought to himself and realized 'This is no place for a Naval officer to be'.

[hollowsaber]

Major Salvatore Foley Task Force 77: Reaper Platoon The streets of Bracknell

Foely watched the sky shimmer in the night and stared blankly as the clouds spun over the planet's surface. It was a beautiful night, and he rarely got to enjoy them. He would soak in the sight of the place for as long as he could. It was always "Foely, you're going here." Or "Foely, go kill this group of people". Rarely was he or his platoon given sometime to relax besides during slip-space jumps. The constant fighting was really wearing on Foely’s body, along with everyone else in his platoon. It felt good to not have his helmet on and be in atmosphere.

He looked down a bit towards the city, which was still alive with lights, music, and people, all enjoying the wonderful night. This is what he fought for, these kinds of nights. Maybe it wasn't all that bad to fight for a living... If Forely got to see this kind of vibrancy every once in a blue moon, he was okay with it. Just knowing that there were still people out there enjoying their lives, he could keep fighting. The feeling of being alone though, Foely hated the most. Foely did have his Platoon, but unlike most of the people in it, he didn't have anyone to go home to. Maybe that's why the UNSC and ONI were sucking him dry...

"Major?” One of the drivers saluted Foely from his left, and then waved his hand to get the troopers attention. Foely looked down at the man, then back at the full warthogs and trucks where his Troopers were patiently waiting to move out. His squad leaders looked to him, waiting for the signal to roll out. They were his family, and they always were. As long as they were safe, Foely would be okay with having no spouse.

“We're ready to go, Sir." The man pointed to everyone waiting on him.

"Alright. I'm still waiting on another squad of mine. They came down over in Glasgow so they should be here in a mome--" Suddenly chatter erupted over the COMs. He didn't hear it, but the trooper sounded like he was having a bad day. Foely lifted his helmet to listen to what he could...

“…12 UNSC Marines under civilian fire... Requesting back up... We are a two Miles east of the immigration clearance check-point... Marking position with inferred strobe... OUT!"

Foely sighed and looked in the direction the trooper said he was. People must not have any sense of control anymore. Kind of pathetic, especially when everyone was still on duty, but when you let a bunch of soldiers loose; it was bound to happen. He started to walk to the front warthog and patted its gunner, Sergeant Zeckary Loudin of Blackout Squad, on the thigh. The ODST nodded and gave a quick friendly salute before he leaned against the weapon again. Foely nodded and swung his BR55HB off his back. With an easy motion, he slipped into the Warthog and pulled his rifle into his lap. Foely pointed in the direction and gave a few directions to his driver. The woman nodded and revved the engine. In response, the entire line of vehicles roared to life before the convoy rolled out.

The Warthog cruised down the road at a constant, easy speed, but was easily going much faster than the speed limit signs were saying to go. Loudin adjusted himself in the back, and was hollering as he braced against the wind with the gauss cannon. Their driver could only laugh as she heard the man make a fool out of himself. Foely just shook his head and slumped in the seat as he looked forward. In the distance, he could hear sirens which were probably converging on whatever the hell was going on. Foely hoped he would get there first, as if 12 marines were in trouble, then they may want to stay back.

“Ey! I see a big ol’ crowd up there Major!” Loudin yelled into the wind. Foely looked up at the soldier and chuckled; at least he could still see the way he could when they first met.

“Alright, slow up Corporal.” Foely pulled his helmet onto his head, the battle-worn piece of armor marked with several scratches and burns from encounters with the Covenant.

As they closed, the Corporal began to slow down; Foely clicked on the COM channel to the convoy and sat up in his seat, almost standing as to see the crowd better. He could see a Warthog turned sideways, but no marines. The probably were near-by.

“Alright. Blackout, remain in the hogs on the guns. Don’t point but be vigilant. Grey, when the police arrive, or whatever is making that obnoxious siren arrives, keep them away. Shadow, find those troopers. Night, look pretty, no real need for sniper rifles here.” Foely slung his rifle back over his shoulder after the fact that the crowd was made up of civilians, was confirmed. There was a club near-by, from the sounds of close music, so he would bet someone got into a fight or these guys just don’t like the UNSC.

“Hold on tight sir.” Foely’s driver sped up then quickly turned to the right, the crowd turned to see then moved out of the way as the Hog began to drift, twisting almost 270 degrees before the Corporal froze the Hog. Foely gripped onto the roll-bar to keep himself steady as he stood, and looked around for a quick evaluation. Loudin turned the gauss towards the crowd, but tilted the barrel upwards so it wasn’t pointed at them. Loudin smirked and looked at Foely as he leaned against the turret. Foely could almost see the grin as the trooper looked at him.
“No…” Foely whispered into the channel and loudin sagged his head in sadness but then looked up as Foely stepped onto the ground.

By the time he had stepped out, his entire platoon was out of the trucks and had boots on the ground. The Warthogs containing Blackout moved onto the sides of the street, guns tilted inwards but their barrels up toward the night sky. Shadow was moving up the street, looking in the alleys and buildings as they searched for the 12 soldiers that called for help. Grey was positioned on the street corners surrounding the area and cut off the paths the emergency officers could use.

“Great… peacekeeping duty…” Foely muttered as he looked around at his platoon. Loudin caught it and chuckled. Foely looked up at the trooper again, and he stopped. Foely stepped forward toward the crowd and for anyone that looked ot be the leaders. A couple of fat guys seemed to be them, but it was hard to tell.

“Can I ask why you are attacking my marines and troopers?” Foely made his visor transparent as he looked at the massive group. He kept his hands from his weapons but if anyone lifted any weapon, the 40 different weapons around would surely turn them into Swiss cheese. There was murmuring, but Foely stood there and waited for an answer, his eyes moving from one man to the next.

[Jakob]

Jakob was spun in a full circle from everyone sprinting past him, he and Aborn laid on the ground as several bullets hit the ground around them. A whiskey bottle in Aborn's pocket leaked and was making a pool of alcohol around them, staining both of their fatigues. Aborn cursed at his lost drink and Jakob cursed at his good uniform being soaked.

The crowd marched forward and had turned from a gang after him to a riot against the UNSC. He vaguely heard store windows smashed and a car get over turned. Traffic had stopped completely and the roads were filled with men and women chanting "GO HOME UNSC!" Jakob was glad he was a good drunk and was actually able to grasp what was happening, Aborn in the meanwhile was laughing and humming a kids song, Jakob was wondering if he had started snorting crystal meth while he was not watching.

Finally, a convoy of UNSC drove up and the crowd went silent, a major hopped out of the lead vehicle and marched up to the crowd. He confronted the men who had attacked Jakob earlier and question their intent. Jakob grabbed Aborn by the collar and pulled him up with himself. Walking up to the crowd and next to the major.

"First Lieutenant Jakob Zaborowski, Indigo platoon, Z's Rangers, I think me and my SERGEANT" he put emphasis on it while shaking Aborn's collar, waking him up after he drifted off. "Can explain why the group of men chased me, why it turned into a riot, no idea." One of the fat men took a step toward him, another prepared to speak, in the background, several men carried stolen things from a looted shop, laughing all the way. Jakob decided the situation was safe enough and continued.

"I gave the keys to my friend here." He said, shaking Aborn who stumbled in a drunken haze, "and we walked into a club, we found some women and hung out while drinking. We are both drunk but ever since Madrigal, Aborn has been falling apart. It has been hard for us, home world you se-" he stopped, realizing he was drifted. He coughed a bit and continued, "anyway, these kind, large men walked up to me and threw my drink at me. Claiming it was their wom-"

Suddenly, Aborn slugged a man who walked up and started laughing while spinning. Everyone in the crowd took a step back as the mans body fell to the ground and Aborn showed how wasted he was to the world.

[hollowsaber]

Major Salvatore Foley Task Force 77: Reaper Platoon The streets of Bracknell

Foely stood and watched as the riot started to grow in strength. Weird, this was a planet that loved the UNSC, and now they were yelling to go home. Interesting. Foely pointed at one of his soldiers and he nodded. The trooper snagged a few others and quickly began to disperse everyone, yelling to go home and go to bed. Sergeant Loudin laughed hard from his warthog.

“A riot started because of some hookers… The hell is this civilization coming to?” Loudin kept laughing but the Corporal in the driver seat stood and smacked him, his head banging into the turret. The Trooper bounced back and stumbled off, falling onto the ground beside the warthog.
“oOH! OHH!!” foely watched as the Sergeant landed flat on his back and knocked himself out. The Corporal looked down, then over at Foely and raised up her thumb to show that he was down. Foely chuckled slightly.

He then directed at the two troopers who stumbled over. Lieutenant Zaborowski and Sergeant Aborn, he had heard of them somewhere, but couldn’t exactly recall. That would have to wait. He had to play dad and break up a little fight right now. Though, as Jakob talked, his Sergeant was still fumbling and tumbling. Yea, he was pretty smashed. Hopefully whatever was in Glasgow wasn’t to important. Foely was probably going to be stuck with the idiot. Then came the slug…

The man jerked forward and clocked one of the civilians hard. That was it… Foely interjected and moved forward, grabbing the Marine by the collar. Foely growled and shook the man to get his attention.

“GET IT TOGETHER MARINE! Right now, I could rip off those clothes and leave you here for even THINKING about getting drunk! We’re still on duty, and we’re on a fucking mission! So straighten your act up! Or go right back up whatever elevator you came down!” Foely grabbed the soldier and threw him into Zaborowski.
“Get in one of the trucks!” Foely turned as one man stepped forward and stepped into his face. He took off his helmet and stared at the man who was his own height and much bigger.

“Don’t even think about touching one of my men or I’ll make you wish you never lived.” Foely shoved the man into the smaller crowd and whistled.

“LOCKING!” One of the Troopers that was helping disperse the crowd turned and looked at his officer.

“Sir?” He returned, standing there and waiting.

“Gather these men up and when the authorities get here, send them all to jail!” The crowd started to erupt and Foely saw a pistol shimmer. In a flash, he upholstered his own and shot at pistol holder, snagging the side of the pistol just barely. The crowd dispersed and the pistol was dropped instantly, along with two others.

“Get them out of my face.” Foely turned and walked towards Jakob and Aborn, escorting them to the truck Grey Squad would be using.

“You’re stuck with me now…” Foely muttered to the two of them as he pulled his helmet back on.
“Straighten up during the ride. Sit towards the back to get some fresh air and just incase your Sergeant needs to throw up.” Foely rubbed the bridge of his nose as he listened to the crowd behind moan, groan, and yell at him. Profanity was hollered and one threatened that he would kill Foely. Foely shook his head and waved.

“Yea cool story bro.” Foely didn’t even look back as he patted Jakob on the back.

“Get him in the truck then get yourself in. Don’t go running off anywhere.” The Major turned and began to walk to where Shadow was looking for the other 10 men and women that had radioed for help. Hopefully they didn’t run off to far.

[Wax™]

Sergeant Jason Bowers

Sergeant Bowers stepped out of one of the Alley way as he heard the voices of UNSC Personal, his three Corporals doing the same, he bent down and grabbed the probe he dropped switching it off and stuffing it into a belt pocket, he looked around and strapped his M45 Tactical Shotgun about him letting it hang by his side with easy access, there were ODST Troopers everywhere his three men and the two Lance Corporals were the only marines here from behind him he heard Corporal Speirs yell out.

"Oh the pooper troopers!" He said before getting smacked in the head by Winters, Bowers stepped furthur out of the Alley that was twenty meters from his Warthog and about thirty from the crowd, Bowers looked off in the distance and noticed a naval officer standing on his own in the middle of the road by a Warthog, Bowers looked to his and saw that it had practically been trashed by the riot of civilians, Bowers then turned to his team.

"Lets leave before we witness any other ODST Fuckups" Spoke Winters, Bowers looked to him and nodded.

"Sounds like a plan Winters... Let's see if we can get that naval Officer to give us a ride" Jason nodded to his team once more before spinning on his heels to leave the area, he then watched as a few troopers walked his way, Bowers sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before looking back to see if the four troopers and two other Marines had come out the alley yet.

"Afternoon" He said with a smug smile toward the troopers as they approached them, Bowers squinted his eyes under his yellow combat glasses.

Captain Jonathon 'Ricket' Michael

Jonathon watched the crowd of ODST as they stormmed past him in the Warthogs, he lifted himself up and slid his sidearm back into his holster before climbing back into the Warthog with the weapon taken off the back, he started it up and smiled as the engine roared to life before slowly driving to the scene, the man watching as the four marines were confronted by the ODST, Jonathon wondered if he should be down here or not, perhaps he should be back on the UNSC Ares afterall it was the biggest and most powerful ship orbiting the planet at this time.

Jonathon looked to dash-board and gripped a datapad off the dash, he tapped it once and a picture of the UNSC poped up onto the thin glass like screen with a small ONI symbol below it, he tapped it again and entered the password before a series of files poped up one relating about a particular SPARTAN-II another on ONI and the final file a private message, he put two fingers on the screen and dragged the open files down before communicating with Athena the UNSC Ares AI.

"Athena... Can you bring me up the service record for a marine by the name of Sergeant Jason Bowers" Athena did so and it took a fraction of a second for a digital lock to come undone, and the soldiers file opened up on the screen an image of the man rotating beside the file.

[z]

Lucy had her helmet and shotgun out a soon as the shots were fired and was in cover when she saw Bowers wink at her, the twins looked over at the man, then to each other and laughed before getting ready for a fight.
That's when she heard the other warthog coming closer and she peaked around.

"Foley!" Lucy and her squad stood, their weapons at the ready when needed, or if at all. She and the three others took a few steps forward to their Major and watched as he fired at the crowd.
"Major Foley, Sir." Lucy said, nodding her head and clearing her visor, same with all her squad but Jackson.
Waiting for what he would say they would follow him back to the warthog... And as soon as she heard Bower's marines make comments about ODSTs she turned and cocked her shotgun, making a shell fly out.
"Strike two..."
She then went back to the warthog with her whole squad and loaded in with the Major.

"Sir, apologies we didn't make it to the RV point, Sir"

[Jakob]

Captain James Maddox.

Maddox sat in the front of his warthog, Ride of the Valkyrie had been blasting from it, serving as a background to the riot that began. After the situation was dissolved, he laughed and walked out, hoping to make conversation with the major and strolled forward. Gently rubbing the scars that adorned his face.

While walking, he heard an ODST cock her shot gun and threaten some marines before getting in a warthog. He stormed up to her, fastened his cap and grabbed her by the shoulder when she hopped in. He roughly yanked her to face him.
"I swear to god" he used his HUD to see who the ODST was, a sergeant Lucy[/green]. "Lucy Gagglefuck, if I ever see you insult one of my people again, I will have your sorry ass kicked out of this military so fast that you will be spinning in your shoes. I do not care if you are some sort of special ops fucker, I am not going to see you threatening to kill anyone unless they are big, blue and look like a squid.

Before she could react, he roughly pushed her back and walked by, turning to the major. On the way, he opened a link with First Lieutenant Jodoin. His assistant. "Jodoin, make a note, an ODST sergeant Lucy Gray is to be watched. Saw her threatening a marine, have this reported to high command immediately." Briefly after, he got the confirmation, "... yes sir" Maddox smiled and stepped up the the major, pushing through two drunken ODST's.

"Hello sir" he gave a brief salute and continued "saw the whole thing, bit overkill to have half of the garrison here. I could have probably broken up these idiots right here and now."

[z]

Lucy took a few steps back when the captain pushed her, and she thought about her usual reaction to a man touching her... Her fists clenched and she thought about nailing the man in the nose, but there was no point, she just pushed herself into the Warthog.

Jackson stood up straight hearing for the report to be filed on Lucy and sighed.
"Must you be so cold, you know better than to do such, now your just going to get in trouble."
Lucy waved her hand at her Russian friend and turned her head to the Captain.

"If he wants to file a report on me so be it, I can live with being kicked out cause then i wouldn't have to deal with your sorry asses."
Lucy stretched out, making her back pop and turned her head to speak, her voice slightly raised so the Captain could hear.

"Keep your men from insulting us Troopers then, eh?"
She leaned back and looked at her squad, all staring at her with a raised eyebrow, or a smile.
That is when Anders spoke.
An inspiration to us all, Boss."

"Better not go with that, Troopers, If you go like Momma here, you'll get screwed over in the end..."
Lucy darkened her Visor and sighed, going into a private COMM channel she leaned back and said the phrase Jackson's sister had told her once upon a time.

'I ain't no hero'

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Captain Lydia Adelle Morgan
Planet Albert Surface
Bracknell

It had been a long while since Lydia had been given the time to roam about a decently sized city. Though she had done this before, it was oh so easier when she was just a child running about the streets of New Mombasa. "Do you think we are lost?" Asked Troy Savery, Lydia's executive officer asked, with a small smirk on his face. "I thought we would be able to navigate our way through a city like this.. I guess I was wrong.." Added Troy as the small group of four stood in a parking complex about one mile away from the immigration checkpoint, all four standing besides their warthog transport.

The group consisted of; Lydia herself, her Executive Officer Troy Savery, her Tactitions Officer Sarah Rickertson, and her Operations Officer Caitlin Stracose. The four had left the bridge to take part of their temporary, but not exact leave time. If it wasn't for their bonds as a crew and friends, they might of gone their separate ways for their leave time. "What was the name of the hotel we were suppose to be staying at called, Ma'am?" Asked Caitlin as her dull blue eyed gaze peaked over the ledges of the parking complex and out to the city. The group tensed a small bit as the sound of gunfire echoed faintly into the area, maybe a minor skirmish between innies and UNSC had gone under way?

"It was the 'Hilton Grand' Caitlin. Hmm.. just in case that is gunfire I want you to go check the coms channel in the warthog Troy. See if there are any soldiers screaming for back up yet.." Said Lydia as she shifted the weight off of her right leg and moved to her left, she was never the pacing type, but she hated to stand still for too long even more.

"Yeah.. sure." Offered Troy as he climbed back into the transport warthog and stuck the radio up to his ear. "Ah, well, just some guy screaming over the comms channel that him and 12 other marines had come under civilian fire. To bad we are married to the Navy and not the Marine Corps or I would be tempted to help them." A small yawn passed the mans lips as he set the radio back into it's hold and crawled back out from the warthog.

"Ah, well we need to find our way to a Hotel or we can just go back up the elevator and stay in our quarters on the Fire tear " Stated Lydia, with a small frown strewn across her dully stained lips.

It was at this time that Sarah made her way from the group and stuck her head out of the entrance to the parking complex and yelled out for any marines or civilians happening to pass at this time. "Hey!? Anyone got any directions on how to get to the 'Hilton Grand' from here?!?" Sarah hoped that her good looks could snare at least one person into giving a few UNSC officers some directions to a decent hotel around here.

(Feel free to approach my Officers if you happen to be in the area.)

Lance Corporal Victoria Landcaster
Down town Bracknell

"... I know I just feel weird going out to eat in our armor-" Complained Victoria as her counterpart and spotter Private First Class Chase Whienchester pushed her into a rather crowded down town eatery.

"Oh hush, just unstrap your sniper and set it on your lap, we can go and sit in a secluded booth." Offered chase as he laughed and gently put an arm around Victoria. The two had quickly escaped to spend as much free time as they could together before their next mission, it was regularly suicide to show personal displays of affection while among the brass, but now they were alone. If it was not for the red tint of the dim lighting, Chase might of seen Victoria blush. " Besides.. I know how you love Asian dishes." He added as he lead her over to a booth toward the back of a restaurant.

"Ok ok, fine.." Said Victoria as she finaly gave in, she had not had a decent meal for a while and she planned on eating until she was full. They were a rather odd sight indeed, after sitting down and ordering meals, they did notice that they were getting friendly but strange smiles from most of the people in the restaurant. Though it was obvious why, they were the only soldiers in the entire restaurant and they were dressed in their combat armor, gear, and had their weapons and ammunition with them as well. After a few more stares Chase offered that they gave them something to look at and leaned over, planting a long lasting kiss upon Victoria's own pink lips.

"We might as well enjoy our date before we report back to the barracks. Hopefully we can catch another ride, so we aren't forced to walk." Stated Chase as he began to talk again, he acted as if what he just did was no big deal, but it had been the pairs first kiss. Their meal was nothing exciting, just a panel of dishes that they both ate as if they had never eaten anything before. There was no worry that they would appear like pigs to each other because they were both in the same situation.

After the meal, they pair made their way out onto the streets, hoping to find a ride. To their surprise as soon as they came out onto the streets the sound of bullet-hitting-gun rang out from only a street over. For this reason, the pair headed that direction. With a M6C magnum in Victoria's hand and a DMR in Chase's the pair turned the corner of a building in time to see a crowd dispersing and three men heading toward a Vehicle.. maybe the second man was injured or something, but he was being carried into the vehicle by the first man. Then the third man made his way from the vehicle.

To this the pair made their way toward the third man, (Foely) and Chase spoke up, his DMR lowering slightly. "Are you in need of assistance, sir?" Asked Chase in a low and confused tone, noticing that there were three abandoned pistols lieing along the concrete.

[Martial Virtue]

Captains Dylan and Sierra Lloyd

Dylan and Sierra had both pulled out their pistols on the way to the riot, hoping they wouldn't have to use them but ready if the situation required it. Once they got there and were able to find some cover just behind a building on a small side street, they could see that the crowd was composed of civilians. Sierra, already holding her pistol with the barrel aimed low, pointed it now toward the ground. She turned away from the corner and pressed her back against the wall of the building, glancing over at Dylan beside her.

"If anything else goes screwy, watch your fire," she told him. "They're not rebs. Just protesters."

Dylan's pistol hand didn't move an inch. "You sure? 'Cause I can make quick work of any son of a bitch who tries to mess with - "

"Please, D. Calm down."

A quick flash of fury appeared in the ODST captain's eyes. "Calm down? You saw what they did to me, Sierra! They broke my fingers, my jaw, that fucking scar across my chest! They're lucky I'm not just tossing a grenade in there and calling it a night."

Sierra let out a sigh. She was never sure how to deal with Dylan when he was like this. Part of her understood his reasoning and knew that in some ways, he was right to feel what he did given what he'd had to go through. She was angry enough with the rebels for that herself. But sometimes his hatred of the Innies edged on the irrational, like when he seemed perfectly fine with harming a group of civilians, even if they were protesting rather violently.

"We don't fire unless it's to protect our own lives," Sierra reminded him firmly. "And even then, never kill shots. Lower your gun."

Dylan still seemed hesitant, so she placed her free hand gently on his arm and squeezed. He seemed to come out of his momentary rage then and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay," he said as he finally lowered his weapon. His tone was much less agitated when he spoke this time. "What's it look like now? Think we need backup?"

"I was just about to hail my XO, but it looks like things are getting quieter. A Warthog with a major and some ODSTs just showed up."

"Not mine?"

"No, not yours."

"Are you going to call up your Marines? There was a hail over the general channel just now - more of our forces must be taking cover in another alley. They might need help."

Sierra glanced at the mob of civvies, watching as it slowly dispersed now that a senior ODST officer with some added numbers and firepower had shown up to ease the situation. For now, things were winding down.

"No," she finally said, reholstering her sidearm. "I'm going to tell Lieutenant James to be on alert, but it doesn't look like this'll turn into anything. We should go."

Dylan nodded. "Let me take point. I'll move out first and make sure."

"Okay."

Sierra waited until her husband gave her the all clear signal to step back out onto the main street alongside him. They kept their eyes on the protesters until they were a safe distance away.

"Wow, that was crazy," Dylan said as he heaved a sigh of relief and placed his pistol back on his hip. "I'm..sorry, by the way. You know I'm trying to work on getting my temper under control. I don't like it when I get that way, either. Especially in front of you."

"It's okay," Sierra replied automatically. "I mean, it's not okay, but I understand." She reached up and ran her hand up and down his arm reassuringly. "I know you're trying."

Dylan was quiet for a moment as they walked back towards the pub where they'd left their drinks. Sierra assumed he was still upset over losing his cool, but then she heard him speak into his COM.

"Major Foely, sir? This is ODST Captain Dylan Lloyd. I'm with Marine Captain Lloyd. We just saw what was going on with the civilians, but it seemed to be under control now. If you need our help, or anything else comes up, both of us are at your disposal, sir. We can both have troops assembled in five."

As soon as Dylan was done with the call, Sierra raised an eyebrow at him. "Volunteering my services?"

He shrugged. "I figured you'd want me to, so I included you and your Marines, too. Not that my Helljumpers ever need an added boost. I'm just saying..."

Sierra found herself smiling again. "Right. So what do we do now?"

"Well, we can go back to that pub and get more drinks. Or..."

"Yeah?"

Dylan smirked. "We can go see if the Hilton Grand has a room available for us for the night. We can get more drinks in the lobby there, too."

"Done."

The two captains went a little further up the block, starting to turn in the direction of the hotel. It wasn't much longer until they were accosted by a female Naval officer who looked lost.

"Hey!? Anyone got any directions on how to get to the 'Hilton Grand' from here?!?" she shouted.

"Uh, yes, ma'am," Dylan answered, pulling his arm down from Sierra's shoulders while he addressed her; there were three more ranking Naval officers behind the lieutenant commander. "It's just this way. We're headed there, too, so you can follow us if you want."

[Wax™]

Sergeant Jason Bowers

Bowers and his three Corporals walked slowly to the Naval Officer standing in the background as he walked past Lucy's Warthog each marine did a series of stupid actions, Bowers kissed the Air towards Lucy, Speirs making on finger like a gun and shooting in their direction, Clair putting a thumbs up in their directions and Winters protending he has a shotgun and pumping it, each one besides Bowers laughing as they walked past the troopers and to the Naval Officer each one offering a Salute.

"Excuse me Sir, Ser---" He was interrupted by the Officer finishing his title and name before putting away his data-pad.

"Sir... Do you mind if we catch a ride with you?" The young Sergeant asked the Captain, he waited there for a moment while the man pondered the question.

"Sure son... I will be heading to the 'Hilton Grand' though, are you fine with that?" The Naval Officer spoke with almost old persons tone before he cleared his throat.

"Alright Marines mount up" Jason smiled to the Naval Officer and gave another salute, the Naval Officer jumped into the Drivers position while Bowers slid himself into the Passener seat, each one of Jason's corporals jumped into the back and leant against the roll bar, where usually a large gun would be.

Captain Jonathon 'Ricket' Michael IV

Jonathon waited till all the Marines got comfortable before pressing lightly against the Accelerator and turning the vehicle around, Jonathon thought if the Marines were with him it was a 'Get out of jail free card' Jonathon took the same road he had come down back to the 'Hilton grand' this trip was slightly slower however so as to have a small chat with the Marines.

"What was with the series of actions back their Marines? You practicing for a movie?" Jonathon smiled and exchanged a glance with Bowers before looking back to the road.

"No Sir... Just some ODST BS... I'm no---" He was interrupted again by the Captain coming in.

"Your not to fond of the ODST... Yes I was reading your file" Jonathon looked to Bowers once more before slowing down to pass a Warthog full of navy Officers.

"I must say Sergeant... Some of the things you have done in your career within the UNSC Marine Corp has not been pretty... But you have done your fair share of work" Jonathon nodded to himself but then noticed the Warthog went quite and thought he would remain so aswell for the rest of the drive.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Captain Lydia Adelle Morgan
Planet Albert Surface
Bracknell

"Ah finally, someone knows what their doing around here." Mentioned Lydia as she made her way past Sarah, who now looked extremely please. She had found an ODST and a Marine, apparently they were a couple of some sorts by the way they had been walking down the sidewalk before Sarah yelled.

"...It's just this way. We're headed there, too, so you can follow us if you want." The ODST was answering to Sarah and the female remained quiet.

"Sounds like a plan, what about you Captain?" Sarah added in as she turned toward Lydia.

"It sounds fine, Hello, I am Lydia Adelle Morgan, Captain of the UNSCS Fire Tear. Thank you for your help in our oh so dire time." Lydia offered her thanks with some joking, saluting the two in front of her in a friendly fashion.

"Hey!!" Yelled Troy as he jogged over to the opening of the parking complex. ".. We do have a transport you could use if you don't mind. I mean it fits nine people and why walk when you could drive?" He gestured toward the hog the four had rode up in, not wishing to leave it behind and not wishing to walk.