[center][b]Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit[/b][/center]

The announcement across the ship ends, leaving the chief of security concerned about the state of their ship in the break room. His hand plants itself on the table as he looks around to the thirteen or so security officers that share the room with him.
"Righto! You heard the prune! Get down to the armoury stat. Remember boys, this may just be a drill so keep calm and refrain from shooting unless they talk gibberish or look like an angrier version of the terminator." He begins to make his way out before turning and pointing to one of the officers who's currently standing near a coffee pot. "And for fuck sake, no one shoot Larry again!"

It takes him a moment to make his way from break room to the elevator that reaches the bridge. He hears many of the ship's crew running about in a panicked state. He catches two ODSTs on their way down to the hangar and asks them for elaboration on the subject. Obviously they know as much as he does and offer no help at all.

The doors to the bridge open once more, Dean walking through with his hand placed firmly on his magnum. His eyes narrow on the Spartans for only a moment before focusing. Loud 'clacks' followed behind each step he made although the sound would be easily drowned out by the current chaos and commotion of the ship.

"Captain Dean Harbit, present and accounted for. Awaiting orders Admiral." Dean's voice remains clear of confusion and sharp. While others on the ship may be hectic, it's his responsibility to remain calm in potentially dangerous scenarios. He would await to be addressed by the admiral and if spoken to by a spartan or other member of the bridge, respond with a deep growl of disapproval.

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