Bounty, Unknown system
17th July 2535
Navy – Rank: Petty Officer First Class
Eric Sanchez, Male.
Age: 32
Halo Time: Pre-game
Character by: Me

Eric opened his eyes groggily rolling over he looks at his watch and it displays in its bright digital way 5:03am. With that he groaned and decided he should probably get up now rather that later to get ready and have a bit longer to eat in the mess hall. So with that he pulled on his navy blue camo uniform and his matching cap. He then puts his boots on and ties the laces and pulls himself up of the bottom bunk of the bed looking around the room. Lots of the others seemed to be asleep or, like he was, pulling themselves out of there identical beds. Eric stands up and starts walking out into one of the many long and winding corridors of the UNSC Dragonstar down to his intended location the mess hall. He goes through the large unlocked metal doors and grabs his food from the food tables. He then proceeded to locate and sit with his small group of friends comprised of people he'd known for most of his time in the navy. The first was Ajit Támas he was: dark skinned with brown eyes and had a black dark cropped hair, 30 years of age and often sarcastic and making jokes in the wrong situations. He'd known him since boot camp he was higher ranked than him being a Senior Chief Petty Officer but had been doing this the same amount of time than him. However this may be due to his natural leadership and people skills he lacked unlike Eric's slightly poorer leadership.

Next from the group was Toria Nemes a Caucasian white female with grey dull eyes and was the youngest out of all of them at 25 years old. Her hair was a darker blond close to brown but not quite and kept it her hair in a neat ponytail. She stood out in the group as she was the most energetic and happy person Eric had ever met and possibly ever in Eric's opinion. She was always making jokes good or bad and was also trained to be medic to help out any that may be wounded continuing her constant personal mission of making peoples lives better. Toria however was ,out of all of them, the lowest rank being a Petty Officer Third Class and had spent the least time as part of the UNSC at 3 years. Last was Christin Nacar a tanned 27 year old Petty Officer Second Class who Eric and Ajit had known longer than Toria yet knew less about her. She was by far the most serious out of all of them quiet and reserved causing them to not be able to get much out of her. She was ,unlike many would expect, was quick to anger by anything from someone's stupidity to a bug that lingered around her area. She out of all of them had been here the longest at 7 years with the only possible reason for not being the highest rank is her constant uncontrollable anger.
"So what's up guys anything new going on" Toria said.
"Nope" Everyone replies one after each other.
"Nothing?" Toria said "nothing at all nothing to spark a conversation. Nothing happened at all."
"Sometimes no talk is better than small talk" Christin answers bluntly.
For some time the group sat there eating there personal meals while conversation buzzed all around them in silence for quite some time before Ajit broke it.
" The Covenant could arrive possibly at anytime they are closing in planet after planet getting closer to Reach and Earth" Ajit states
"Though it may be inevitable its our job to slow them down as much as possible to hopefully save as many lives as possible" Christin said
They all nodded in agreement and spoke for the rest of the meal about anything they could think of ranging from past experiences to preferred meals they'd had here.

After they finished he said his goodbyes before he went on the long walk to the head of the ship to the bridge to do his assigned job of managing and operating one of the Mac on the outside of the ship. All was shown to be in optimal condition an fully topped up on ammo and after he finished his checks and started monitoring the ships systems and the vast empty space outside. He was doing for hours getting bored until he got a message on his console to go down to communications to collect and deliver a file for the Commander of the ship, Commander Daniel Smith. Eric gets up from his seat and gets one of the other bridge crew members that were standing idle to watch his console for him while he's gone for a minute. Once a soldier sits to watch it he dashes out the door and down the corridors in a quick jog causing a rapid thud on the floor to an Officer holding a relatively thin folder.
"Take this down to the Commander of the ship its of utmost importance." the Officer said while Eric nods knowing the importance of the task at hand.
With that he almost borderline running dashes swiftly down the metallic corridors holding onto the file with a death like vice grip before, out of breath, handing in the file to the Commander. The Commander reads through it with each sentence making his eyes widen till they looked like they'd pop out at any second.

He then handed the thin folder back to him and started walking at a quickened pace out and towards communications and once he'd left he read the file. It read: 'At 0300 hours a longsword patrol was flying around the airspace nearby when it was engaged by a small banshee reconnaissance team. They were swiftly taken care of however an attack may be inevitable and with one longsword slightly we may not have a substantial enough defence force. This force isn't likely enough to defend a planet and ourselves and any outside help is to far out or risking another planet. We may be on our own for this one.' Eric's own eyes widened as he read this and jumped slightly when a red light started flashing and on his screen red hostile markers appeared everywhere dotting the screen. Looking out the windows a huge covenant armada was out there littering large specs of purple through out space. Then the Commanders voice could be heard through the speakers...