- Time for my entrance -
The Spartan COM sounded, "Unknown Aircraft Inbound. Just came out of slip space. ETA 2 minutes. Damn this thing is moving fast!"
"Get me varification on that craft." Justin said.
"Unknown Aircraft, we require your identification. No responce indicates enemy vessel. You have 30 seconds."
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"This is Spartan-074, looks like you need some help down there."
"God another Spartan ..."
"I'm not just another Spartan, soilder. I'll be landing in 40 seconds. I want a full breifing when I get there."
"Yes, sir."
Exactly 40 seconds later, the craft landed. It was larger than the Hornet, but more compact than a Pelican. It hovered slightly above the ground for a few moments, before the polit opened the cockpit. The polit stood ruffly 6 feet tall, and carried a modified long ranged weapon with a shotgun straped to his back. His armor was a custom build of the Mark V suit. He walked over to the closest Marine.
"Man, I cannot leave this sector for one moment without something getting blown up."
"Sir, we have a problem."
"Of course you do. Let me guess ... does it involve a huge mass of the Flood, with an infected SPARTAN at the lead."
"How did you ..."
Spartan 074 fired a sniper round off right over the Marine's shoulder. Shocked, the Marine stubles around to see a large army of the Flood approaching.
"Just a guess. Oh and if I where you, I would get every non-SPARTAN out of here ... NOW!!
