"All-right! Gather round soldiers of the UNSC and ONI specialists, our course correction will be headed straight for the gamma section outside the regular colonies you're used to." Lieutenant Drafter roared to all of the amassed soldiers in front of her, " We're headed straight for the glassed remains of Trident, where security implications has revealed a large mass of Falconer rogue units, led by their War Chieftain and Priestess : Tangarus and Phi-Gar."
Two images flickered onto her screen; of a massive hulking Brute chieftain and a small and lithe looking Jackal dressed in ceremonial robes. Both of the images had an ONI classification printed on them and a bounty list for their murders or captures.

"As soon as we step down on Trident, I want regular reports on these two and there movements; information is critical people, I want eyes open and fingers on the triggers. No-one snuffs these guys without my approval, understood?" She yelled, letting her voice carry out to all the marines, personal and borrowed ODST squad.

They all answered her swiftly, "Sir Yes sir!" just like they had been trained to do. The lieutenant peered through and watched all their faces; wondering if her Spartan team, or what was left of it, had decided to hear her speech. A relief came through her as she saw the Black Silhouette of Lucifer in the corner, but the Blue Spartan named Gabriel was no-where to be seen.

She dismissed them all quietly, informing them that they were to be combat ready in two hours for the slip-space jump they were ready to commit. On her private communications com however, she radioed the Black Spartan to meet her; she had to put her foot down on the blue Spartan, even if it meant crushing him to a pulp.

A soft inhale shocked her, she turned around and saw the massive Spartan IV named Lucifer in front of her; he had snuck up so easily on her, but then again that was his job. He was an infiltration's specialist, even equipped with a stolen covenant Active Camouflage unit and jet black armour to mix in with the night. He barely spoke, giving Drafter two Spartans that would refuse to say a word to her after the events of 'High Peak."
"Lucifer good, I'll keep it brief." She spoke confidently, despite the fact that the same Spartan had knocked her out once before, "Gabriel's lack of presence is disturbing me, why is he refusing to operate as he is told and regulated!"

The black Spartan grumbled, he never liked being forced into positions where he had to speak to an authority or anyone for that matter, "Regulations don't teach us how to cope with loss ma'am." His voice always seemed to stun her; it was never truly revealed and was therefore capturing and powerful.
"How poetic" She snarled, "Get your team-mate back onto track before I dispense you for not acting and assorting to your regulations and duties?"
Lucifer didn't answer her, instead just confirming with a simple nod and then leaving; turning his back on the official and walking back to his quarters.

Meanwhile
Blue lights emanated from the beam rifles large reticule bloom, its owner peered down the sights of the massive rifle. It squawked loudly to its brethren of Kig-Yar, informing them that they could advance without fear of death. The Jackal sniper continued watching as the minor's slowly pushed forward through the destroyed buildings and glassed floor.

A large clan of Jiralhanae advanced from the right, roughly breaking through the undergrowth of destroyed buildings with their tough and crudely patterned spiked weaponry. They were led by a simple set of Brute Major's that carried a set of Brute Shot's, Maulers and red plasma rifles. The combined forces of the Kig-Yar and Jiralhanae slowly cut through and met in the middle of the pasture.

Two leaders formed up in front of the combined force, joining together around the middle figure and speaking to themselves. The brute War Chieftain, Tangarus; was clad in heavy black and red armour mesh with a gravity hammer holstered onto his back. The Priestess Jackal, Phi-Gar; was unarmed and covered in red and purple cloths.

They spoke together slowly, each in their respectable languages and tones. After discussing the topic together, they commanded there forces to uncover and grab the large cylinder objects lying on the floor.
They were UNSC missiles, still operational and still arm-able.
They were UNSC Havoc Nukes.