In the far corners of UNSC space, a shadowy ONI agent gathers strength to do what he feels must be done. Normally ONI offices were pristine and clear of distractions, but this was not such an instance. The chaos of recent events had left Enoch Outpost frenzied as the remaining staff prepared its contents for transfer. "Sapphira, status report," Katsu barked. Nearby, the remaining holo-console began displaying data, a blue iris pulsing beside it. Data flowed in and the ONI official counted his losses: men, resources, three ships, several databanks all gone, and AI support halved. "Yes sir!"