Admiral Hood marched into the briefing room. He was a hard man, with white hair and a uniform to match. His boots prodded against the floor of the room as he made his way to the table. The SPARTAN-III soldiers saluted the Fleet Admiral, a veteran of the Human-Covenant War. He clicked a small button on the table. A faint model of a halo came into view. Many IFF tags were highlighted on it.
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| - Admiral Hood marched into the briefing room. He was a hard man, with white hair and a uniform to match. His boots prodded against the floor of the room as he made his way to the table. The SPARTAN-III soldiers saluted the Fleet Admiral, a veteran of the Human-Covenant War. He clicked a small button on the table. A faint model of a halo came into view. Many IFF tags were highlighted on it. "Men, the mission at hand is the defining point for humanities struggle in the Kepler system. A Precursor fleet, rivalling the size of what attacked earth has gathered over this halo ring and it is our duty to prevent them from using it. Your mission is to drop upon the library and retrieve the activation index for this ring." Connell immediately understood what he meant. He had performed dozens of behind the line operations during the Human-Covenant War. He looked over to the set of Orbital Insertion Pods lined against the wall. "ETA is in 2 minutes. Good luck." Hood stated pointing at the pods. He walked out of the room with a pair of marines behind him. George picked up a sniper rifle beside him and then an assault rifle. "Word of advice, don't piss off the commander. His a real evil bastard when he wants to be." George looked at the rifle for a while before looking up at Connell. "Here, you'll need this." George threw the rifle into Connell's hands and then a magnum. Connell looked strangely at the pistol. "Not much is it?" George laughed as he activated his visor. Connell backed into the pod along with the rest of Gecko team. The faces of the team appeared on individual screens in front of him. A conveyor underneath him hummed into life and the pod moved into a hatch. "Drop in 5...4...3...2...1... Drop initiating." a dull voice over the speaker said. The hatch underneath the pod folded in to allow the pod out. Hundreds of other pods were flying down to the surface. "Looks like the Precursors are pretty occupied." George laughed on his screen. As the pod entered the clouds, a burning CCS-class battlecruiser came into view. "Oh god, maybe not." George said sadly. Several CRS-class cruisers were on the surface, seeming to be dispatching troops while a frigate flew past the pod towards the cruisers. "Looks like the Covenant Separatists are better off then we are, eh?" Paul chimed in through the screen. Their newest member or more accurately their new leader Alexander-D220 appeared on another screen. "Impact in seventeen seconds." Traditionally, Connell was their leader but thanks to the new companies being trained on Sasainn, the moon of Kepler 22b, the older SPARTAN-IIIs were being slowly replaced by the young SPARTANs. The pod slammed into the ground. Connell pulled down the release hatch above him to open up the pod. He leapt out. We was on a cliff overlooking the desert. The CRS-class cruisers were still there, firing their weapons at some sort of Precursor fighters. Elites and Precursors were furiously fighting each other below him infront of a huge structure. The Library.
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