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[color=Gray]The team kept their sights fixed, all swivelling around to finally see the confirmed spot in where the approacher was coming from. Easing their fingers on their triggers, eyes would narrow from each of the four surviving members. They may not have looked strong in numbers, but their will and experience was more than enough to prepare for whatever was about to storm them. Finally, the final bushes began to rumble, and the members of Chariot finally tensed up, ready for the upcoming conflict.[/color]

[color=0072bc][b]"Friendlies! Hold fire!"[/b][/color] [color=gray]From the shrubbery, five Spartans emerged. Looking like they hadn't taken the worst of the Planet's conflict in the past two days, they surely did seem to be alive and well. The quad didn't lower their weapons straight away, allowing them to slightly get closer. This was all that they were told to avoid...The Others. Eventually, Oslo lowered his weapon, followed by the other three. Grant was the one to relax the easiest, lowering his firearm completely to his side. He stood firmly next to his IC, his superior, looking around slightly. His visions weren't still at their full performance, something Victor had been working on for the past few days. From what looked like their IC, or surviving superior, and their 2IC, two approached the other two. Oslo sighed with slight relief, although it sort of sounded like shame. He loved a good fight, especially with odds that weren't in his favour. Oslo hated forcing it upon his own team, but it still didn't mean he could enjoy it. Oslo looked back at the other two Corporals, both who were getting back to setting the Package's maintenance. He turned, addressing his Gunnery Sergeant.[/color]

[color=aba000][b]"Grant, stay with these lot. I need to get back to what I'm doing...just...keep 'em occupied or some shit."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He spoke in a gruff whisper, only audible to Grant. Even Grant himself had trouble hearing it, seeing as they both still kept their helmets and full armour on. Acknowledgedly taking in the advice, he nodded and let out the smallest of sighs. Upon returning to the approaching friendlies, one began to speak directly to him.[/color]

[color=0072bc]"I'm Aura, A203, we're Fireteam Nodachi. Glad to see some more Spartans survived the hot-mess this Operation became."[/color] [color=gray]Grant took a second to study the team. All of them had scratches on their armour, though it wasn't in great mass. They all had their own sets, colours, everything...Weaponry, they seemed well balanced. The ranks on their arm showed a good contrast of experience between one another. Grant took another second to look back at his own team members. Corporals Burnie and Bella, both sat with Oslo. They tended to the Package, now stressed out that they had [i]Guests[/i]. From what Grant could tell, none of them liked having guests. It was what got Rick killed, in fairness...No one had ever let that go. Grant turned back around, breathing slowly in his armour.[/color]

[color=silver][b]"Well, congratulations, Aura. You happen to come across the trail of suicide...Woohoo...Grant...G419. Back there, you have Corporals Burnie-G618, Bella-A951 and Warrant Officer Oslo-G935."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Grant paused, taking out the showing hologram of Victor and hiding it yet again into his helmet.[/color] [color=Silver][b]"If you haven't guessed already...You've just met Fireteam Chariot. All hiding from both sides, 'n' shit..."[/b][/color]