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

[h3]1710 Hours, April 21st 2550 (Military Calendar) /
Unknown system, Unknown sector.[/h3]

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Team Omicron / [i]Immaculate Ageis[/i] Hangar / Interacting with: [@EliteCommander]
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	Issac found himself holding his breath, despite no need to breathe in the first place. When the jump commenced, the hologram audibly exhaled a sigh of relief as the ship began to gradually stabilize. All their hard work had finally paid off, now it was just a matter of hoping they didn't explode upon leaving Slipspace. Issac felt the error as soon as the ship left Slipspace, and although he did not attempt to curtail the situation, he immediately found himself running a diagnostic on the affected borer in an attempt to triangulate the error's occurrence between two flashpoints- one before the jump, and the other seconds before the error occurred. He looked around the ship and sighed, frustration lining his voice. "Ah, shit.." 

	Team Omicron had remained near the central podium the entire time; ready to yank Issac and go into combat if any of the Sangheili tried anything. As the ship jumped, everything seemed fine until the error caused a sudden exit of Slipspace. Immediately, they were all on alert and ready to yank Issac at a moment's notice. Even though there was virtually nothing they could do inside the ship, the team drew their weapons and remained at a ready stance. Kendra bit back a growl of frustration- this had to be the [i]absolute worst[/i] place to be. Now the mission became of dire importance to get Issac back to the [i]Unbroken Hope.[/i] 


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Sentinel 1-1 / [i]Jedi Temple[/i] / Interacting with: [@Sep]
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	"Got three signatures, they haven't spotted us." One of the ODST's piped up, prior to doubling back into the shadows. Leon followed suit, watching the masked figure carefully as they ignited some sort of blade. The responding shot from the non-UNSC operative was easily deflected by the ethereal figure, and Leon soon noticed that they weren't alone. Out of the shadows came two armored figures wielding what looked like fancy Bo staffs. As the team engaged the threat, their opening came sooner than he anticipated. The masked figure was lifted into the air by a strange repulsion field. "Mercer, Jackson and Miller- focus fire on primary. Scot, Martinez; on me." Leon wasted no time in giving orders to his team as he doubled back and began to encircle around the right side of the archives. Sticking to the shadows long as he could manage, the three finally were able to obtain a clear sight picture of both troopers. "Engage." 

	The first team that was positioned carefully to the back of the Archive entrance opened fire on the masked figure; the first shot coming from the SRS-99AMS Anti-Material rifle. Sounding no louder than a loud cough, the round screamed toward the target; aiming for the head of the floating, suspended figure. The two on either side of the sniper opened fire with their battle-rifles; saturating the primary target in a hail of armor-piercing bursts. Leon and his team rounded the corner and engaged the enemy from their position; breaking concealment as they fired upon the two troopers. So, this was it. Time to see if the round they carried actually did something against these fuckers.