I looked out the window to see the darkness and blankness of space. I was aboard the Hyclon class cruser, Divine Dignity. I had been called to the Admiral quarters, most likely for 'misorderly conduct'. I wasn't really afraid that I would get discharged from the UNSC or anything serious. The only thing that worried me was the armed guards they assigned to escort me to the Admirals Quarters. There where only 2 of them, both of them simple marines, one a corporal and the other a private. The corporal seemed to walk at attention, his back straight his head held high. The private not as much, he was looking at everything that walked by us, his MA5B not on it's safety like an idiot. I walked forward towards the Admiral quarters. It had been about a year since my Brother Richard had died, a year of me torturing my self about what happen. A year of me making the covie bastards who killed him pay for it. A year of me going on the brink of insanity. Recently I've been throwing my life around, well according to my commanding officers anyway. I had taken on an Elite with only a combat knife and nearly killed my self in the process, but the real reason why I'm being called to the Admiral quarters isn't because of that. It's because I tried to kill my squad captain. The bastard had it going for him, I knew he purposely ordered the squad on a suicide mission, a mission that killed 4 men out of the 6 man squad. Those 4 men didn't deserve to die, for fucks sake I was the god father of one of their kids. He had a fucking kid, one of the guys that got killed. His name was Joel, he came from Earth, some place called Texas. He had 2 kids, a girl and a boy, twins. They where both 6, and he loved those kids, he said the only reason why he's fighting is because of his kids. Now his kids don't have a father, and the bastard squad captain we have? He got a promotion for that mission, and he was so happy we offered to buy the surviving members of the squad drinks. Drinks for fuck sake. I felt so sick I wanted to kill him, and I almost did. The only thing that stopped me was Gomez. This overweight bastard who was also from earth. He had some kind of Hispanic decent and if it wasn't for him being so fucking fat I would had shanked him right then and there, but I couldn't. Eventually the squad captain, the bastards name was Shev, was able to call more of his fuck buddies and they restrained me. I got sent into the medical bay for a week after it and now the captain wants to see me, because I was not considered a threat and liability to the UNSC. I felt like a criminal, a caged animal. Punished for killing someone I was suppose to kill, some one who was a threat to justice.

But in reality, the UNSC didn't know justice.

Eventually we arrived at the admirals quarters. I was let in and the Admiral asked me to take a seat, and I did.

"Do you know why I called you here, Jackson." The Admiral asked.

"I don't know Admiral. Maybe you wanted to have lunch and talk about my life and shit. " I said sarcastically.

"No, I'm afraid not Jackson. " The Admiral replied. "I'm here to talk to you about your recent actions within the UNSC. Your assault on an officer along with many other accounts of you endangering yourself and those around you." The Admiral continued. " Jackson Ross Franklin, I hereby denote you as an inactive member of the UNSC military core. You may gather up your belongings, and board the next Pelican available. You are hereby relieved." The Admiral ended, then he looked into my face. Looking for any emotions within my face. I looked back at him, and then stood up.

"Admiral, Sir my squad captain had purposely sent us on a suicide mission. 4 people in my squad died sir. 4." I replied, my eyes fixated on him

"So?" The Admiral replied, he began to shuffle his papers around.

"What do you mean so?" I began "These men didn't deserve to die, they had children and family for fucks sake" I said

"They're cannon fodder, replaceable." The Admiral said. I gazed at him, my blood pressure rising as I began to get upset.

"Cannon Fodder" I said out loud, partially to my self, partially to me. I couldn't believe it, how fucked up this guy was.

"Good bye Jackson" The Admiral replied, pointing towards to the door for me to exit.

"Sleep with one eye open." I whispered

"What?" The Admiral said to me, I'm not sure if he heard me or not. I didn't care anyway. I then pushed my chair back and began to walk out of the office, but I turned back to look at the Admiral in the face again, and then swinging both my arms quickly I smacked my cuffs against one of my armed guards face, instantly knocking him out and loosening the cuffs. The other guard didn't have enough time to react as I was instantly on him. I kneed him in the stomach and then smashed my cuffs onto his head, finally breaking them. Both guards where completely unconscious or worse. I rubbed my wrists and picked up the MAB5 off of one of the armed guards and aimed it straight at the Admiral.

"Jackson, you're making a grave mistake. Listen if you put the weapon down I won't request you shot dead like a wild animal. We could place you in a nice prison cell on Mars or if you like on Earth" The Admiral pleaded. He was a horrible bargainer, and I sort of chucked at the option. I aimed the rifle at his face.

"Good night Admiral" I said to him.