343 Guilty Spark sputtered across the debris field of Installation 04. Mourning the loss of his facility for a moment then quickly replenshied his mind as he thought of to explore the Flood research facility on Threshold. He cleared his mind while he traveled to Threshold. Trying to think of what happened earlier. Of how he got stuped by two troopers and their paradoxial questions. Preventing him to achieve his task of stopping the Master Chief and Doomguy from destroying his installation. Spark started to sputter quickly towards Threshold where he would be captured later by the same group he trying to hide from.

"Damm... There it goes." Gary said as he and the others watched the explosion. Watching the pieces break and blasted outward.

"Did they make it?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, the shuttle's sensors picked up a heat signature flying out with lightning speed, then it disappeared." Zuma replied, pushing a few controls on the console before him.

"They've probably shut down their engines to avoid detection. That's something I would do." Jeff said, then noticed a massive Covenant cruiser flying above. "Fuck." Jeff said.

"What's wro-... Oh shit! Look at the size of that ship! It's huge!" Gary yelled after looking up at whatever Jeff is starring at.

"Guys. Don't worry. They'll think it's us and let us onboard." Zuma calmly replied.

Supreme Commander Thel Vadamee starred out into the darkness after witnessing the large explosion of the Holy Ring. He closed his fist in anger and slammed it into the panel in front of him. He took a few deep breaths, hearing footsteps from behind and turned to see one of his officers.

"Yes?"

"Supreme Commander! Our ship's sensors detected one lone Spirit dropship flying around the Holy Ring's debris field. They're not responding to our hails!" The Sangheili Bridge Officer replied.

"Some humans may have stolen the craft in order to survive the explosion. Send in Seraphs to destroy it!"

"Yes sir... Also the Holy Hierarchs would like to know the status of the Holy Ring. What should I tell them?" The Sangheili Bridge Officer asked, only to hear no answer.

"Oh shit. Here they come." Gary said, pointing at several fighters flying out of the ship hangar.

"Zuma? Give me the wheel. I'll get us out of here." Jeff said, making his Sangheili freind nervous.

"Bro. Chill out. Jeff's a excellent pilot." Gary calmed him only to get a response from him. "It's not that. I'm just now remembering this ship has no shields."

"WHAT!?" Jeff yelled, then heard Zuma reply again; "...and it's lightly armored."

"Great. I'm flying a tuning fork TIE Fighter." Jeff mumbled angrily to himself.

Doom Squad found themselves dodging incoming fire left and right as several Covenant Seraph fighters chased them from behind. The Spirit dropship continued dodging fire from the pursuing Seraphs. Jeff noticed the large gas giant's ring of floating rocks and turned the craft towards it. Narrowingly hitting an incoming meteroid that freaking out his stoned freind, sitting in a seat behind him.

"Whoa! What!? The odds of surviving an asteroid belt is a forty-six hundred million to one!" Gary panicked.

"Never tell me the odds! You guys better buckle up though! Cause this is gonna be a wild ride!" Jeff laughed out loud, flipping a few switches and grabbed the controls making a quick dodge of an incoming asteroid. Which flew by them fast, destroying one of the three pursuing Covenant Seraphs.

"Hey guys! If we survive this... I'll buy the whole bar!" Gary yelled laughing as he held tightly onto his seat.

"Hahaha! I love this human already!" Zuma laughed and heard a slight chukle from Doomguy who sat beside him.

"Ooh! Sweet! Let's go for the bigger ones!" Jeff excitedly jumped in the pilot seat after seeing a few pass by. "Guys, don't worry. We're four of the main characters on this ship, we'll be fine." Jeff calmly replied and looked back to see Doomguy giving him a silent thumbs up.

"Right... Well, this is my last joint. If I'm going to die by Jeff's idiotic plan. I might as well die high. Zuma?"

"Hmm, sounds like a plan. I'm in..." Zuma replied breathing in a large hit before turning over to hit a button on the radio.

Jeff piloted the Spirit dropship deeper through into the asteroid field, while three Covenant Seraphs gave chase. Launching lobs of searing hot plasma at the craft. Flying through the curves of the canyon, dodging house-sized rocks that were floating around in microgravity. One Seraph was clipped by a large meteroid, the pilot inside lost control of his fighter, crashing into the right side of the cayon. Jeff felt his intense flyboy thrill as he flew the dropship to his hearts desire. Pulling back on the flight controls, flying up and over a large rock wall, flying towards the deck of an massive open crater of the asteroid. Looking up to see the massive Covenant crusier above slowly moving out of the unpredictable and dangerous asteroid belt.

"Hold on! We've got tight space coming up. Wahooo!" Jeff excitedly yelled. Turning the Spirit dropship on it's side, flying through the tight canyon with ease. Flying through until reaching a large cavern that lead directly back out into the unpredictable asteroid field.

The last Seraph pilot blasted out of the cavern into the field, dodging more asteroids. Finding his heads up view empty and picking up any targets on his display. "Seraph to Bridge. They're gone. It looks like the humans got pulverized out here. I'm not registering anything on my sensors."

Jeff parked the Spirit dropship on the side of a floating asteroid. Shutting down the engine, keeping everything off except life support to prevent being detected by their Covenant hunters. Jeff pulled off his helmet, placing it on what apears to be a table of some sort. Took a deep breath and sighed. The pot smoke from down the shuttle eventually worked itself up into the cockpit of the craft. Where Jeff could pick up the scent of cherries and burnt paper.

"How's it hanging?" Zuma asked.

"Not much, just resting my eyes." Jeff replied, turning his seat around. Taking out his canteen to drink some water. To drench his parched and dry lips before offering some to Zuma.

"Sure. Thank you." Zuma replied, taking a sip before giving it back.

"How's Gary?" Jeff asked, brushing his crew cut hair.

"He's out, taking a nap."

"Yeah we all need one. Get some sleep, Zuma. I left the sensors on to where it'll beep whenever "you know who" is nearby." Jeff replied.

A few hours passed by as Doom squad slept soundly inside the dropship. Jeff snored till a loud beep woke him up from his long slumber. He played with the controls, uploading the heads up display screen with a strange looking Covenant cruiser slowly flying by the asteroid they we're on. "Guys. Get up. We've got something." Jeff spoke dryly over the comm.

Gary, Zuma, and Doomguy woke up and hustled on over to see a sleek dark-purple craft flying around the outskirts of the asteroid field.

"Hmm... I don't think they've noticed us yet."

"Or they don't know we're here... Well, let's find out shall we." Jeff said, pushing buttons and grabbed the controls. Flying the shuttle carefully towards the unsuspecting Covenant Corvette.

"There. That's the entrance." Zuma pointed at the top open area of the Covenant Corvette.

"How'd we get in?" One of the troopers asked.

"See the large circle in the middle? We jump through that plasma barrier." Zuma replied, holding Jeff's seat. Feeling the sligh jolt as the Spirit dropship carefully landed on the empty pad.

Doom Squad performed a weapon and suit check before heading out with Doomguy taking point. Doomguy used the microgravity slowly help himself down into the center where there is a colorful holopanel, flashing in front of him. With Covenant language actively flashing as a continous stream of data flowed through. Doomguy started messing with the console in front of him. Grabbing information and scematics of the Corvette while the others floated down inside with their weapons drawn.

"The hell? Where is everybody?" Jeff wondered, looking around the room.

"Yeah? This is strange. Zuma? Does this happen often?"

"No. There is usually someone on patrol." Zuma replied, curiously walking around the area to find Gary laying on the floor. With his arms and legs streched outward. "What are you doing?" Asking the stoned trooper who is laying on the floor.

"Shhh... Do you feel that?"

"Yes... We're on a ship."

"Duuh, I know that. This is different."

"How so?"

"It has more of an beat to it. More of a untz! untz! untz! beat to it every few minutes."

"Indeed. I feel it too." Zuma replied, turning his head at a large door located at the end of the room. "I believe it's coming from behind this door." He replied, noticing the pulse getting stronger beneath his feet as he got near.

Everyone formed up at the door before moving on. Using the ship's scematics to navigate themselves toward a large ring like area. Hearing loud and pulse like thumps from behind the door. Hearing a loud booming voice speak out; "COVENANT DANCE PARTY!" Followed by a loud drop of hard electronic dance music. They starred out in awe, after opening the door to see hundreds of Covenant jumping and waving glow sticks as they danced in place. Lasers and plasma streams splintered outward from above where the Sangheili DJ is dancing to the beat of the music he's creating.

"Wow." Jeff said with awe to what he and the others are observing at before speaking over the deafening music; "The Empire loves heavy metal and the Covenant loves rave parties. Nice."

"How do we get past them without being detected?" Gary asked.

"Doomguy has the right idea." Jeff replied and started dancing to the music, following the Doom Slayer.

"Glow Sticks! Get yar glow sticks!" A Unggoy with a high squeaking voice. Standing behind a bar counter, handing out glow sticks to anyone who wanted one.

"Here! I'll take a few! And uh... shots of Sangheilios Burbon!" Zuma yelled over the music. Grabbing his things and danced back to his freinds.