Mission 4 - Part 2 - Space Battle

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Rakath V'keelaii

-0 Days, 0 Hours, 32 Minutes, 10 Seconds Later-

His eyes slowly opened as he peered up from the medical bay. Blinking a few time,s Rakath gained full awareness and as a hand reached over him, Rakath reached up, grabbed it and bent it behind the fellow elites back, standing. It was all a pure reflex of defense he'd gotten from his short time in the Spec-Ops.

"Friend or Enemy" He muttered in the Elite's ear, Rakath's arm pressed to his back ready to activate his Energy Knife.

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Akha 'Tagrahee
Medical Technician
CNV Shadow of Faith[/u]

Akha resisted the urge to squirm as the Sangheili held him. "Friend, definitley friend."

The two guards on the door, both Sangheili, appeared alarmed, but didn't quite raise their weapons. One of them nodded in greeting. "The Shipmaster would like to see you when you have recovered, Sir."

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Master of Engineering, Ultra Murr 'Rafioree
On board CNV Shadow of Faith

"Wait! Shipmaster!" Murr shouted at 'Refumai.

"It seems as if my friend here--" he indicated Silently Gliding. "Is committed now to helping you. I am as well."

He inclined his head in a bow. "Your words strike true where my superior's rings false. Allow us to help you!"

He stepped forward. "I will lie to the Fleetmaster--tell him that we are experiencing engine trouble. I'll make something up--buy us enough time to maneuver."

"And my friend here, Silently Gliding--he is by far better than any untrained Sangheili technician. He is as adept at repairing flesh and blood as he is at repairing metal and machine. Allow him to help your friend!"

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Captain Jonathon 'Ricket' Michaels
Task Force 77: UNSCS Ares
Slipspace... Unknown coordinates.

Jonathon placed his hands together and bowed his head before pulling them apart and looking at the piece of technology he smiled and ran his right hand through his hair before linking his hands together behind his back.

"Excuse us... I guess we are just excited to see something such as your self in a world such as ours"

Jonathon turned his head to the side then lowered it as he heard a small buzzing from his ear, he lifted his hand up and pressed a button on an ear-piece that sat on his ear, Jonathon pressed it and when he did it beeped lightly before a soft female voice came through the small speaker.

"Captain... We would like to see you on the bridge"

"I will be right up"

Jonathon looked to C3 and nodded.

"Excuse me but I must leave you... Athena if you could stay with... C... 3"

Jonathon nodded again before turning to leave the room and make his way up to the bridge while Athena dealt with C3.

"The Captain is a busy man..." Athena said turning to C3, Athena the moment the Captain left would seemingly step off her holo-stand and walk onto the metal floor, as she did her holographic figure would grow in size to match that of C3's height.

"Would you be bothered if I called you Celestia... C3?"

[C3]

C3135-T14
Location: Slipspace
Status: Functioning, system analysis underway.

"Celestia..." C3 spoke the name, trying out how it felt. It was strange, but for some reason, she found that she liked it. A faint smile touched her face and she nodded.

"I do find that name agreeable. Is it of human nature?" she asked the hologram.

This was actually turning out not to be so bad. She was still uncertain as to what her overall situation was, but at least she seemed to be adapting to the people around her. A few of them might even see her as a friend.

She halted herself there. No need to get ahead of herself. She was still alien to the beings... these humans. As they were to her. It would take some time before she would be able to live among them properly. But for now, taking it one figurative step at a time seemed the most logical route to take.

(Sorry, Writers Block. XP)

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MimYap
Free
CNV Shadow of Faith

MimYap had sat quietly through the entire affair on the planet. He seemed quiet but inside he was a raging war of emotion and conflict. Part of him wanted to return to the covenant, keeping his old life of status and command. While the other part just wanted to be free and more than the covenant wanted him to be.

In the end he only spoke, finally, as their ship was hit, flinging him so hard upwards that the magnets holding him broke connection and slammed him into the ceiling.

He shifted in and out of conciseness, coming too to find a sangheili fling him over its shoulder, and then to just fade out once more. He finally came to in a standard medical bay for a covenant ship. MimYap was suddenly on high alert, putting his hands on the table and pulling himself into a crouching position on all fours he found the rest of his lance mates around him, including Rakath, who was holding a guard hostage. There were guards on the other side of the room, and MimYap did not like that.

"Rakath! W-We on Covenant ship!" he immediately reached down to where his pistol was on his side, only to find it missing.

"Shit." he said before dropping down on the opposite side of the table from the guards, only allowing his eyes to poke over the edge to stare the guards down, shooting daggers with his gaze.

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Rakath V'keelaii

Renmee and Kallmee were both still out on their respected bed. stretching his mandibles he dropped the guard and took a few steps back.

"Return mine and MimYaps weapons and I shall comply..." Rakath said, standing at his full height.

Lucifer-077

Leaving the bridge, the green armored giant moved down the hall, attracting some looks. The bridge was as boring as Gold Base. Looking down at the damaged point in her armor Lucifer thought for a moment. Repairs would be needed, but that could wait for a bit longer.

Looking down as she moved. The SPARTAN topped at a window, looking out into space before looking back down and reaching up, taking her helmet off.

Her own reflection bounce back at her in the golden visor. Luke was stuck. Her chest felt heavy. And now, here she was just standing here.

She wanted to kill something... Badly... Her fingers twitched and her shoulders dropped before the female stopped, shook her head, and put her helmet back on.

Her feet clicked through the halls, and finally into an elevator and down. A few more halls and rooms passed and she stopped in the middle of a hall. A voice met her ears she knew as familiar.

"Probably as bad as it looks. As for details, well...apparently two Covenant snipers shot me with beam rifles. If the second one had hit first, I would be dead. As it was, the first one made me pitch forward just far and down enough to where the second shot wouldn't immediately be fatal."

Slowly she slipped in to the room and stopped, leaning on the wall just inside. Under her helmet she could feel a smile almost, knowing they were both alright. Pushing herself to stand, Lucifer stopped and crossed her arms.

"Dani saved your ass, Robo." She said, referring to Jethro, reaching up and removing her helmet yet again.

"How are ya' doing Silas?" She asked quietly.

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Phma 'Refumai
CNV Shadow of Faith
Medical area

Phma resisted the sudden urge to roll his eyes as the door slid open, allowing him entrance to the medical area. He took in the scene, his eyes darting over the Kig-yar behind a table, the same distinctly unhappy looking Sangheili they had pulled from the wreckage of the Phantom, and his own guards, all glaring at each other.

He had been busy in the Command Center, making sure that their post-slipspace operations were going to plan. He had been summoned back here, as per his own orders, shortly after the Sangheili had regained consciousness.

"Brother," Phma nodded curtly to Rakath. "Before we allow you to have your weapons back, we must be sure...where do your loyalties lay? I must assume that given then....unusual...method of landing you carried out on my ship, you are not as endorsed by the Prophets as one might think."

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Rakath V'keelaii

"I do think me holding your crew member hostage, and the human weapons we were carrying were enough to tell you what we are... Ultra." Rakath said, taking a defensive stance. His hands ready to ignite the energy dagger on his arms.

"We no longer follow the so called 'Covenant'." Rakath said, taking a step forward.

"Now, where do YOUR loyalties lay?" He asked, his finger twitching slightly.

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Phma[/u]

Phma clicked his lower mandibles together before nodding slightly. "My brothers and I...walk a similar path. We are no longer blinded by the Prophet's lies."

Waving his guards down, they became more relaxed and less hostile. "I welcome you aboard the Shadow of Faith, Brother Heretic."

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Petty Officer Jethro-097

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Jethro turned to look at Lucifer as she spoke.

"Dani saved your ass, Robo."

"Ah huh...whereas you were no help at all, Princess of Darkness." Jethro teased, a wide smirk crossing his features. He leaned back, then reached a hand up to his mechanical eye. With a metallic whir and click, the eye popped out. He examined it, wiping specs of dirt and grime off where he looked. He pressed a button on the side, grinning as the eye opened up like a metal flower. He drew out a soft cloth from a pocket, then went to work on polishing the innards of the eye.

Jethro grinned wider, knowing that Lucifer was always somewhat creeped out by his eye when he did his monthly cleaning.

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Phma 'Refumai
CNV Shadow of Faith
Medical Section[/u]

Phma nodded his head briefly. "Excuse me for a moment please." Turning, he headed back outside the medical area, stopping in the corridor beyond. Making sure that the hatch was sealed, he turned to his master of Defence. "Find out about this Rakath, I don't want someone dangerous on my ship."

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His Master of Defence returned several minutes later. The tale he told was most interesting.

"Special operations? Oh...." His lower mandibles clicked together slowly. That wasn't good. "What do you think?" The Defence master, who had been with Phma for close to 15 standard years, shrugged. They trusted each other completely. "I think that a special operations sangheili would be difficult to turn, Shipmaster. We should...." He left the thought unfinished. They both knew what he meant.

Phma waved to his two guards and made his way back into the medical area. "Keep your distance," he cautioned his guards. This was sure to be unpleasant. "brother," He addressed Rakath, "Please come with us.

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Vice Admiral Klix
UNSCS Arizona
Orbit Over Planet

"Sir.. A hole new Covenant Fleet arrived." The Ops officer reported. The Admiral sighed and responded, "Alright, thanks, Ops. Navigation, plot us a slip-space course to randomized vectors as per Cole Protocol. Comms, bring the fleet channel online."

"Admiral, channel open!" The Comms officer replied, "Aye, sir. Slip-Space course plotted." The Navigation's officer replied right after, "UNSCS Arizona hailing any UNSC Naval Forces in the area. We are not sticking around. We are slip-spacing out, I'm issuing the following order to slip-space out on randomized vectors VIA The Cole Protocol." The Admiral said, and switched his Comm channel off.

The Arizona's Fleet regrouped, what was left of it. They came in with Three Marathons, one Halcyon, five Destroyers and ten Frigates, now, all that was left was the Cruisers and a Frigate and Destroyer, and the number didn't really shock the Admiral.

The Armor plating closed and finally sealed over the main view ports around the Arizona, and the vessel entered Slip-Space, leaving behind the battle which saw many UNSC Ships and Covenant ships destroyed, many ground forces killed to the Sentinels and the Flood.

The Admiral had a long report to write, so he settled back in his command chair, raised his Personal Data Pad, and started writing into it. It was going to be a long report after all.

"Admiral!" A Marine snapped to attention.
"What do you need?"
"Sir, I was wondering if you'd like us to go into Cryo."
"No, not yet. I want a complete sweep of the ship to make sure that none of those... Balloon type creatures made it on.
"Yes, sir!" The Marine said, saluted again, and left the bridge, issuing some-sort of order to the Navy Security Force.

"Engineering, I want repairs to the Reactors at one-hundred before we exit slip-space. We will use this time we have to our advantage, open the rec-rooms and restore power to the gaming consoles and around the vessel." The Admiral ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The Engineer officer replied, with a smile.

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Captain Dominic Miles
UNSCS Shiloh, UNSCN
In orbit over planet

Captain Miles stood at rest on his deck, looking out at the battle raging in the void. The flaming remains of a UNSC frigate were jostled by an off-course plasma torpedo, just before a MAC slug ripped through it on course for a Covenant cruiser.

"Captain!" Smith, the ship's XO, addressed Miles, "Two UNSC ships have just come out of the planet!"

"Sir!" added Cane, "Incoming transmission from the Admiral!"

"UNSCS Arizona hailing any UNSC Naval Forces in the area. We are not sticking around. We are slip-spacing out, I'm issuing the following order to slip-space out on randomized vectors VIA The Cole Protocol."

"You got that?" Miles asked his crew, to which he was replied: "Yes, sir!" "McGreer!" Miles interjected to his nav officer, "Get those slipspace coordinates and make the calculations...We've gotta be ready for this."

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