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[center][h2]UNSC [i]Unbroken Hope[/i][/h2][/center]

[h3]1500 Hours, April 11th 2550 (Military Calendar) /
Unknown system, Unknown sector, Aboard the [i]Resurgence.[/i][/h3] 

Interacting with: Everyone aboard the [i]Resurgence.[/i]


	Marcus Oliver masked his scowl as the familiar form of a Sangheili entered the room. Beyond keeping his grudge placated, he allowed himself to briefly take in the new, unfamiliar environment of the ship. The strange, uniformed men in red and black served as the faceless defense of the warship, and slightly unnerved him. Though, at any rate, they'd probably think the same about his Spartans. Team Omicron stepped up to flank closely on either side of the uniformed Admiral, the unflinching golden gaze of their visor locked onto the Elite and every other potential threat in the room. Marcus cleared his throat, looking over toward Kieran and nodding. "Quite weird, indeed." Oliver sighed, turning his gaze back to the Sangheili and speaking up calmly. "I trust that we're going to be civil here, as much as the years... haven't been, across our worlds. We don't have much of a choice in the matter, and I'd prefer [i]not[/i] to engage in unnecessary violence." Resting in the right side of his uniform's beltloop was a black-finished M6C-PDWS, serving as one extra gun alongside the assortment of assault rifles, sniper rifles and shotguns that Team Omicron brought along. The 42 year old Admiral had a gruff complexion about him, with hazel eyes, a strong jaw and a trimmed goatee marked with a horizontal scar running diagonally down alongside his face. Eyeing the others in the room, he rolled his shoulders and attempted at a greeting despite the tension filling the room. "I'm Marcus Oliver, Admiral of the UNSC [i]Unbroken Hope.[/i] Despite the circumstances, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."