[center][img]https://www.pngkey.com/png/full/391-3919368_file-unsc-symbol-logo-halo-wars-the-great.png[/img][/center] [center][h2]UNSC [i]Unbroken Hope[/i][/h2][/center] [h3]1910 Hours, April 22nd 2550 (Military Calendar) / Unknown system, Unknown sector.[/h3] -------------------- Marcus Oliver, Security Team One and Mark Bradford / [i]Unbroken Hope[/i] Bridge / Interacting with: Everyone within Fleet Channel range, [@Sep] -------------------- Oliver looked to his view-screen as he heard the transmission, pressing down on the transponder and broadcasting to the fleet channel in response. "Understood, I'll have the [i]Hope[/i] defend the station perimeter. Oliver out." Concluding his message and cutting contact with the Engineering Deck, he shouted over the bridge. "Navigation, bring us within 600 meters above the station and set ventral and side thrusts to idle after arrival. Systems Operations, I want all sensors out to 500m and greater." As a chorus of acknowledgement went through the ship, the sudden lurch of acceleration could be felt through the cruiser. Swiping through his terminal, he quickly engaged the TAC CON to Alpha Three as a droning siren and orange warning lights suddenly blared through the ship. Keying the ship's PA system, he spoke up calmly and professionally. "All elements, remain on alert for potential enemy contact. Oliver out." Elizabeth and the two Marines tensed up, but only in response to the sudden alarm. Mark nodded and got over to his respective work station, and the trio moved closer to the VIP Engineer. "Ma'am, I'm not sure we might have the time to do this now. Should we get you back to the hangar?" --------------------- Team Omicron / [i]Immaculate Ageis[/i] Hangar / Interacting with: [@EliteCommander] --------------------- Issac, having materialized to the closest podium near O'Connel's location, nodded with a devilish grin. "Understood Ma'am, interfacing with AI proxy now." Closing his eyes, Issac appeared to take a breath and jump before vanishing into the podium. Upon opening his eyes, he could see [i]everything[/i]; the ship sensors projecting a 3D topographical projection of the area around him. Wasting no time, he called upon the AI to attempt to scan for flaws and exploitable errors of any kind that would prove detrimental to the ship's subsystems. He also noted that, while the smaller ships could easily be knocked around with the carrier's weapons, the most dangerous of the group were the Munificent-class frigates and Lucrehulk-class battleships. He just hoped that the ship's broadcasting system was far-reaching enough out of firing range so that they could wreak havoc on the enemy prior to exchanging fire. Omicron received an orange alert from Issac as he pinged them a nav beacon to his location. The team of Spartans bolted from the hangar and began moving to the site of the beacon relatively quickly. Directives be damned now; that AI had to make it out of here alive. --------------------- Sentinel 1-1 / [i]Jedi Temple[/i] / Interacting with: [@Sep] --------------------- Leon didn't reply. Instead, he signaled with his hands for the second team to continue the suppression of the staff-wielding troopers while he doubled back to reinforce the first team in focusing fire on the glowstick-sword wizard. Whatever this guy had seemed to prove to overpower this entire team- hoping that a stray round to the head would get lucky in putting this bastard down for good. Being part of the fist team, Liam doubled back to Leon and got within earshot by the man's side. "M7 is shite, I'm gonna need that stun gun fer range!" Leon was puzzled, but he didn't care. Momentarily taking his hand off the Battle Rifle, he reached to his hip, yanked the alien device off, and handed it to Liam. The Marine Pilot fumbled with the thing before quickly orienting the business end toward the robed figure, waiting until he turned to present an opening, and fired a shot the first team continued to repeatedly fire on the masked figure.