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[h1]Haven, Nimbian Capital City[/h1]
1900 Hours
70 hours into Nimbian Protest[/center]

Nimbus, a small colony on the outside of UNSC space. Nimbus was a little planet, roughly the size of Mars, gravity of about .98G, and an otherwise normal breathable atmosphere. It was a temperate, terran world with weather cycles similar to most Western European nations on Earth, and was currently in Fall, with chilly temperatures and winds. Nimbus was also the site of the most recent insurrectionist movement, and most of the planet was currently protesting the Earth government, demanding independence. The Capital City of Haven in particular was awash with civil conflict, as protesters flooded the streets, marching on the Capital building, where the seat of UNSC power was held.

Already, the main Nimbian government had relocated to another building in the Capital, but had refrained from officially declaring secession from the UNSC government- for fear of the UNSC Military invading the small planet, but rather was pressuring the UNSC officials to allow the planet independence from its grip. The Capital Building was instead populated by the UNSC's Ambassadorial detail, set with UNSC officials, and security detail to begin negotiations with the Nimbian protestors.

Negotiations were going about as well as anyone could expect, with the UNSC-installed Government declaring the protests over and demanding that everyone returned to their duties, and with the Nimbians getting expectedly more rowdy. The current protest had been going on for well over two days, protesters even bringing tents to sleep in the streets with, effectively much of the Colony's production to a halt. To make matters worth, the Nimbian militia had begun protesting the UNSC as well, and have begun parading the streets with the Colony's protestors- many in organized units with firearms.

The Capital Building was as such, for all intents and purposes, under siege, with the Ambassadorial detail and its security guards all stuck within the Capital Building. Luckily, ONI had decided that attaching a covert team of ODSTs to the Ambassadorial detail would be a smarter move, and as such, some 5 squads of Orbital Drop Shock Troopers from the 42nd Tactical had been deployed to key locations around the planet. Alpha and Bravo teams had been deployed to the Capital City to relieve some of the pressure on the Ambassadorial detail and its guards, Charlie team was sent to a major arms production facility, while Delta and Gamma were deployed to do recon at Research and Military labs. All the while, the Red Glare, an ONI stealth prowler, maintained contact with all of them. 

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Three blocks from the Capital Building, the vacated, half-constructed office building provided the soldiers of Bravo Team with an excellent vantage point over the current riots, and the poor light that dusk provided gave the soldiers excellent concealment, even when poking their heads out of the windows. Out the window, the ODSTs could see the rioters in the streets below, a police car nearby was in flames, and a line of security guards with riot shields and rifles were blocking off the driveway to the Capital Building. Among the protesters there were countless numbers of signs, and the occasional rock was thrown. The sounds of screams and shattering glass were occasionally heard amongst the general ruckus of protesters.

[i]Bravo Team, what's your status?[/i] crackled the comms inside the helmets of Bravo team, stirring Thomas 'K-Ton' Kensington into a state of wakefulness. The team had been on Nimbus for some 48 hours, and in this particular building for about 22, having been quietly dropped off nearby by a Special Operations Pelican, and stealthily made their way into the abandoned building to watch the protests from a vantage point. As such, they'd spent most of their time in the building watching the crowds in shifts, to keep the squad fresh when needed. However, it looked like something was afoot, and their full attention was needed.

From his space on the ground- a small stretch of concrete, with a cinder block pillow and a small tarp to cover it all, K-Ton groggily sat up and elbowed the nearest soldier, "Hey, its go-time." he said, as he pulled his helmet over his head and clicked the seal, his helmet HUD rapidly re-initializing as it reconnected to its suit. Using his M45 Shotgun to push himself up like a crutch, he clicked on his VISR and looked over into the crowd, the outlines of individual civilians flooding his vision.