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| - Intel. Officer : Sir, we have a distress beacon coming in from the planet ahead. Captain : On screen… Intel. Officer : Should we go for them? Captain : Hold on, send in a squad to check it out. It may be a trap set by the rebels. Captain : Covenant bastard aren’t smart enough to use our own distress code against us. Give me the info on the planet on recent activities. Send the updated ones to the squad. Hangar Officer : Sir, “Papa John” needs you to lead U-21. Sgt. Jones : Ah fucktard, not them again. Sgt. Jones : Unit 21st, fall in. Marine-B12 : Hey Nick, do you think Covies would be there?
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| - Intel. Officer : Sir, we have a distress beacon coming in from the planet ahead. Captain : On screen… Intel. Officer : Should we go for them? Captain : Hold on, send in a squad to check it out. It may be a trap set by the rebels. Captain : Covenant bastard aren’t smart enough to use our own distress code against us. Give me the info on the planet on recent activities. Send the updated ones to the squad. Hangar Officer : Sir, “Papa John” needs you to lead U-21. Sgt. Jones : Ah fucktard, not them again. Sgt. Jones : Unit 21st, fall in. Sgt. Jones : I’ll be babysitting you for a while, so listen up. Our objective for this lovely day is to check out some distress call Int-Off. picked up. As usual, shoot first, ask questions later. Now get in the Pelicans. Marine-B12 : Hey Nick, do you think Covies would be there? Marine-B14 : Hope so, the fags here are killing me. And to hear Rufio there talking all day in Spanish…ah damnit, I really need something to shoot at. Marine-B12 : $20 to whoever gets to kill some alien ass… Marine-B14 : You’re on. Anything to get my mind off. Sgt. Jones : We’re in, Cass. Pilot : Aye aye. Hold on to your guts, boys. Sgt. Jones : How’s that phobia of yours handling, Lee? Marine-B05 : I’m ok sir. *Looks to other Marines and whispers* Can someone give me a bucket? Marine-B14 : Here…Sir, is there any killing there? Sgt. Jones : Hell should I know… Marine-B05 : Oh fu…*Burst vomit* Marine-B12 : Aww come on! Not cool… Pilot : We have some geological activities here boys. Hang on… Marine-B14 : Aw, no Covies or Charlies (term used for human-type enemies). Why God, why?? Sgt. Jones : We have a job to do here. So shut your bitching and help Lee and Rufio…*Turns his head to Marine-B12* How far is it? Marine-B12 : Hard to say, scanner is all scramble up. Its…uh…200 feet away. Sgt. Jones : Ok Marines, let’s go…Cass, call in if you see or have trouble. Pilot : Yeah sure… Marine-B12 : Holy mother of… Isn’t that…That’s ours!! Marine-B05 : A UNSC ship? Here? But how? Sgt. Jones : I don’t know… Something must have happened here. Follow me. Jess, contact Heaven and report in. Marine-B12: Wha…ok . Sir, I can’t reach command. We’re connected but I can’t transmit anything. Sgt. Jones : Keep trying. Kids, let’s move on. (Next:AvS110/Trouble Arose)
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