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Da' troClan Ship
Unknown System, Milky Way Galaxy
Nek're'tro sat in his quarters polishing his trophies amongst which were the skulls of various species. He was tall for a yaujta. While most averaged around 8 ooman feet he was a towering 9 1/2 feet and an attitude to match. There were very few prey that he couldn't kill; kiande amedha had started to prove less of a challenge and oomans weren't even worth getting his blades soiled. Amongst the other hunters he was considered to have the "easy life." He was considered the top male during the mating season and he got to choose which hunts he went on. His reputation was so well known that he didn't have any challenges during mating season.
He wondered why the Council had chosen him of all hunters for a recon mission of this uncharted system. He was the greatest of all Blooded Hunters his hunts had earned him respect of some of the highest ranked yaujta clan leaders. Suddenly he was disturbed by a knock on his door. This was strange because very few people ever disturbed him without prior notice. He went to the door and looked on the video feed to see who it was. Oh no, it was Swa'na'tro. Why of all his daughters did the strongest have to be the most annoying. If there was ever a mission she could go on with him she made sure she was there. By either recommendation or challenging another which got her a pretty good reputation for fighting. God could she be such a bother but for all of his female children she was the one he most proud of. On here first hunt she killed a kiande amedha queen with little injuries and had earned top honors also she was one of the most desired females during mating season. "Hey pops you gonna let me in or am I gonna have to bash the door in." she said with a big grin on her face.
"I told you not to disturb me without my permission," he said as he opened the door for her.
"Well if your own daughter can't see you whenever she wants then who can."
"No one," he said while closing the door, "Now what is it that you want this time."
"Nothing I just wanted to check and see if you were ready for our mission. The scout drones picked up some large heat signatures from the planet."
"Hmm, does that mean what I think it means."
"Yep, we might get a trophy or two out of this mission."
"Well things just got a whole lot more interesting," Nek're said with a sinister smile spreading across his."
USS Destroyer Herculean
Altair system. Milky Way Galaxy
Master Chief sat in the armory checking over his weapons. Central Intelligence had discovered a Covenant outpost in the Altair system that was a little too conveniently placed for their liking. So they sent Chief in with a squad of ODSTs to take it out and if possible which meant do it or else, retrieve any data about the Covenant's actions in this system. "Chief we're bout to come within dropping range of the Altair Prime," came a familiar female voice. "Roger Cortana, I'm on my way to the pelican now."
As Chief arrived in the hangar he got a good look at the squad he was going on this mission with. There were six of them and two were women. "Troops fall in," said one of the women in an authoritive tone. She had to be the commander Chief thought to himself as he neared the squad. "Sergeant Shandra Fulton at your service Master Chief," she said saluting him and the rest of her squad did the same. She wasn't all that tall but from the looks of her build she was plenty strong. She also had fire red hair and an eye patch which only made her seem more dangerous "Nice to meet you Sergeant," Chief said returning her salute. "Squad sound off," Shandra said while putting her hand down and going into a parade rest stance.
"Private Llayna Pright," said the second woman. She was a tall woman at least six feet and Middle Eastern by looks of her skin complexion. Her head was shaved and she had a tribal tattoo on the left half of her face.
"Private Mike George," said one of the men. By his accent Chief could tell he was British and he had a cybernetic right arm. His head was also shaved and he looked like he had to be in his forties.
"Private Cletus Brown," said another with an unusual gruff. This one was a tall black man with the looks of a trained soldier in his eyes. He had a bald fade and seemed to not like the Chief all that much."
"Private Tim Dover," said an averaged sized man who couldn't have been over thirty. He had blonde hair and was wearing sunglasses.
"Private Allen Dover," this man had to be the twin of Tim because he looked just like him except he wasn't wearing sunglasses.
Chief made sure he got a good look at all of them and had their names remembered. He then nodded and turned back to the Sergeant. "Are you and your men ready Sergeant?" Chief said. "Ready as we'll ever be Master Chief."
"Alright then get your gear and well get moving."
"Roger sir. Cletus go get the Scorpion ready."
"Why are you getting a tank?"
"Sir, we got orders to bring in a little heavy artillery just incase."
"Don't worry Chief it seems that there might be a wraith or two down the so I can see why they're sending a tank," said Cortana. Chief just sighed inwardly, "Alright."
"Sir," Sergeant Shandra said as she walked off to help load the equipment.
"This gonna be a long mission," Chief thought as he climbed into the pelican and strapped himself in. "Oh it wont be so bad. You might even have some fun while we're down there," Cortana said in a sarcastic tone.
"I hope your right Cortana, I really do," Chief said as the rest of the squad boarded and strapped in.
