"Spartan, I thought it would be important for you to know that the UNSC Battle Cruiser "Red Dusk" has just started boarding the "Fist of Judgement" and is undergoing complete reparations."
Lucifer stopped halfway through the corridor as he heard the news, the prospect of finding out what happened to his blue squad-mate as well as the rest of the battle cruiser was something he was very interested in; but his orders came first and right now he had to speak to the 'Gold' Spartan's that were about to lead the operations back on Genesis II in less than six hours.

The first thought that ran through the black Spartan IV's mind was that of nerves running high, but then the contentment and knowledge that he had to work alongside this 'Gold Squad' of Spartan IV's and therefore should get along with them. So finally he breathed in and entered the training bay C where he was told they were waiting for him; whatever madness they had in store, he was pretty sure he could handle them.

And so Lucifer walked inside the training bay and immediately recognised the familiar layout of the room, despite the obvious differences in size and strength; the two UNSC ships 'Red Dusk' and "Fist of Judgement" seemed very similar in a lot of ways. Four Spartans awaited him inside the room, three of them were generally coated in gold Mjonlir armour but the last carried despoiled white armour in complete contrast to the rest of them. North stood at the head of the formation of Spartans and recognised the newcomer immediately, he stood up and revealed the red patterns on his golden armour; representing him as the rude soldier from the hallway before.
"Finally made it? Did you get lost on your way here?" He remarked smartly, glancing towards the female Spartan as if searching for approval over his pun.

Lucifer shook his head and observed the other Spartan's quickly, noticing how they mainly avoided eye contact and interaction with each other, and then the black soldier spoke, "So why did you drag me down here? We've got a combat drop in less than six hours and I wouldn't mind some shut eye."
West punched at East's shoulder pad, as if she had brought up that argument before and still held onto it. The White Spartan IV 'South' remained uninterested in this entire conversation, standing still and slowly twisting his wrists around without an ulterior motive or some form of point.
"You shouldn't speak to me without addressing me as sir; it might get you in trouble." North replied sharply, enjoying the power he had over this newcomer.

"I'll call you sir when you've earned it, and not out of fear of your overstated wrath." Lucifer rebutted without a seconds hesitation, he disliked this man and was already willing to leave them all and just go talk to Gabriel again.
One of the other golden Spartans chuckled, this one was speckled with green patterning 'East' before he voiced up, "Are we going to get to the training floor or what? I want to get this over with before were sent into battle?"
North smiled and twisted his arms together as he looked down at the black Spartan before delivering the punch line, "How about it? A throwdown to reveal your true potential to us; or can't you even face your new comrades after abandoning the older?"
Lucifer stared him down harshly at the last comment and command, finally he grimly spoke, "Nothing to lose, but I sure do hope those comments of yours don't weigh you down in the arena tough guy."

Meanwhile
The large assortment of covenant ships known as the "Thunder" all hovered evenly in front of the smaller force of human ships; all above the large vegetation dominated planet of 'Genesis II', indeed it was a strange and unfamiliar sight, especially in this apparent time of peace. A separate corvette known as the 'Reconciliation of Lies' served as the only movement in this spectacular stale mate, it's engines were firing blue light as it headed straight for the massive Supreme Carrier 'Infamous Fury' with an evil content. On board the small corvette, a transaction was taking place, the transferal of the prized prisoner and apparent gift named 'Gabriel' the demon of man.

The blue Spartan IV missed the usual strength of his robotic left arm, or any arm for that matter; as it was hard to defy the strength and numbers of his captors with the use of three limbs and a set of blue armour that barely seemed to work anymore.

A grunt and roar of two Sangheili guards had awoken the Spartan IV, they had been sent to transfer him from the corvette to the large Supreme Carrier. Gabriel had learned of Mort'ang' plan as soon as the use of a grunt guard had replaced the usual elite, which was a foolish mistake as the Unggoy had immediately revealed what the Shipmaster was really going to do to him.

Mort'ang planned to present Gabriel to the prophet of Storm as some form of present in order to gain more political power within the ranks of the Thunder. An admirable plan, however the fate of the Spartan IV would still be undecided, and knowing the tenacity and vile habit of the San Shyuum; his death would be sudden and promoted.

Gabriel's life span, seemed to be coming to an end.