"He's losing blood! Step on it North!" the healing Spartan IV roared to the cockpit in absolute fury and will to save the dying warrior that lay on the cold purple floor of the moving vessel. More red blood slid down the large base of the Phantom as it sped up towards the USNC Battle Cruiser 'Red Dusk' and the remains of the original fleet.

The commanding golden Spartan IV gritted his teeth and quickly smashed one of his tough encased forearms forward so the stolen covenant vehicle hit the afterburners, causing it to accelerate while blue smoke thundered out of the back engines. However as the vehicle reached the outer-skeleton of the fleet, a large assortment of UNSC longsword's scrambled and started to streak through towards them.

North panicked quickly as a warning shot streaked through the sky and smashed into the hard hull of the covenant vessel, causing the blue shielding of the Phantom to flicker until they depleted completely.
"UNSC forces! Cease fire, this is UNSC Spartan 902 of 'Gold Squad'; service number – 34346091" North relayed the message across to every nearby communications outlook, hoping to god that they wouldn't blow the stolen vessel out of space.
"Spartan? This is Lieutenant Drafter of the Battle Cruiser Red Dusk; I am currently in command of this entire fleet" A voice replied to him sharply, "What exactly is your situation?"

"We've got one KIA and a wounded Spartan IV to report," North replied without pause, not mentioning his own part that contributed to the slaughter of Lucifer, "Do you have the location of Fist of Judgement? I can't locate it on this covie scanner."
The phantom passed through the surviving frigates without pause or being assaulted by the many volleys of UNSC rounds that could pass through the entire vessel without one issue or even hesitation. Huge chunks of metal revolved around the infinite cosmos of space, remains of the many vessels that had been lost in combat. The phantom quickly spun through the small gap in a floating metallic husk of titanium alloy and cables.

"You're probably flying among it right now Spartan" Drafter replied bitterly without contempt or appreciation of the sacrifice that shuttle had made, "The Red Dusk has been given direct control and the position of flagship"

"Affirmative" North spoke flatly, unsure whether the Lieutenant was joking or not; the loss of such a huge vessel in such a short amount of time seemed implausible, "Then I guess we'll be heading straight to your location Lieutenant, we require immediate assistance for our injured man on board, roger?"

Meanwhile
"Understood Spartan, recovery team is waiting for you in hanger bay C; I expect your whole team to be ready for mission briefing as soon as your wounded is healed." The Lieutenant spoke briefly as she looked down to her operating units, the constant pressure and need to moderate the entire fleet was starting to weigh down on her.

As the communications deactivated, Drafter turned back and sat down on the heavy chair in the middle of the cockpit. She looked over and analysed the six faces that had appeared on her primary monitor, they were all the faces of the different captains that commanded the surviving frigates of the original fleet.

"Captains" She nodded to them all, "The fate of Admiral Osborn is crucially set as unknown, as at the protocol 11 dictates; I inherit the tactical command and powers issued by him."

Some of the monitor surveyed personal nodded at her, others confirmed their affirmation by replying positively. One of them asked roughly without hesitation, "What are your orders Lieutenant?"
Drafter breathed loudly, not issuing a complete order yet but pleasing the audience by replying softly, "I want all ships ready for frontal assault and immediate departure, slip-space jump will be directed from 'Red Dusk', AKA the Flagship."

Another captain spoke up roughly, allowing his military grade voice to carry out towards all members of the cockpit, "Excuse me Lieutenant? But someone in your level of your expertise technically has no tactical influence or power over my vessel? I think I would prefer to lead my ship with actual experience thank you very much." A sharp tone was left behind to the rest of them, leaving nothing but the resounding statement and truth; she technically didn't have enough political power as a simple Lieutenant.

"Ma'am?" An operator asked quickly, interrupting the entire conversation while tapping a tiny monitor screen and speaking, "We just got word from the lead directive of ONI base, Director Osman has promoted you to Admiral; giving you both tactical and political power over the fleet."
Drafter smiled and turned back to the captains in front of her, "I think my order is in place, I expect your complete cooperation out of risk of insubordination."

The communications deactivated after the collection of captain's agreed and confirmed her allegation and commands. A flicker of white sparked over the screen as the monitor switched of completely, leaving Drafter alone and waiting for the covenant fleet of Thunder to make the first move.
"I guess it's time to game up" The Admiral spoke slowly, "Check is made, let's see how this is finalised."