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[center][h2]UNSC [i]The Assimilator[/i][/h2][/center]

[h3]1910 Hours, April 31st 2550 (Military Calendar) /
Unknown system, Unknown sector.[/h3]


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Sentinel 1-1 / [i]Assimilator Bay[/i] / Interacting with: [@EliteCommander]
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	He'd seen the hulking mass, and gathered his team to rally near him. That gold-plated Sangheili only signified one thing, and it was the ranking it held meant it was more than capable of wiping all of them out if it so wanted to. However before Leon could protest, he found himself subjected to one of the worst experiences of his life. In a blinking flash, the setting changed instantly. Leon's vision blurred as he fought to steady himself- the effect comparable to the sudden deceleration of a ship from Slip Space. Staving off the wave of nausea, he shook his head as his visor depolarized to look around and assess his environment more clearly. All he saw was grey and white- it was as if the UNSC's regular ship design had barely taken on a slight boost in flair. Looking around, he saw his other team-members as his VISR highlighted them in an orange outline. They too were all staggering about, some clutching their abdomens as they slowly recovered from the acute effects caused by that teleportation beam. He barely registered the strange sounds of incoming weapons fire that sent his body into an adrenaline-fueled overdrive. With his visor polarizing, Leon screamed into his helmet's open comm channel. "Get to cover, MOVE!"

	The lead ODST and his team fought off the disorientation as a surge of adrenaline took hold; causing everyone to stack up at the nearest wall leading down the hallway that the enemy engaged them at. "Team, status!" 

"Green!"

"I'm good!"

"Good!"

"Up!"

"Fookin' scared but 'm up!"

	As the burning weapons fire came down the corridor in a hail, it would only serve to be a matter of time before these fucks had to reload, right? Then again, they only managed to neutralize that wizard with a glowstick and his two armored cronies with electric Bo-staffs back in the temple- they had little idea  of what these weapons could actually do. Leon glanced over to the red-outlined Sangheili, then back to his men. "Wait for a break in the fire to move; the area's too hot. Mark that Elite IFF as friendly; I don't want mistakes." The last thing he wanted to do was engage the enemy and become caught in a crossfire with the massive group assaulting the bridge all at once. "Weapons at the ready, safeties off." Only those within close proximity could hear him, as this was mostly directed to his team's internal communications. Readying his suppressed BR55, he toggled the fire selector to burst-fire and waited for a signal.