"Jesus Christ Lucifer!" Gabriel swore at him, terrified at how these events had worked out, "That was Drafter! Our handler!"
"We don't need a handler Gabriel, were not lost dogs." Lucifer replied evenly, his voice very mellow and powerful compared to everyone else's.
Michael looked over the ONI operative's body, confirming she was at least alive; the violence against such an official was indeed a terrible act, but it was technically a provoked assault. She did level her gun at them before Lucifer knocked her out.
"All-right listen you guys, we have to talk to the Admiral before she wakes up; he's the only one with political power over ONI right now." The green Spartan spoke, trying to resort to logic in a time of madness. He had to take charge, he may be the youngest and most inexperienced Spartan their; but someone had to do something.
"He's probably still talking to Mort'ang, I'm not sure if he'll take us." Gabriel replied, despite what he said; the blue Spartan led the way back to the main hanger bay's cockpit.
"He'll have to" Michael replied, almost sprinting down to the doorways.
Suddenly an ear splintering screech interrupted all of their thoughts; an eruptive noise came from their radio coms inside their Mjolnir helmets. A voice broke through the radio signals, a single message in a vile and harsh language that the Spartans couldn't understand.
Michael felt to his knees, the noise hurting him so badly that he was forced to rip his helmet of and throw it to the ground; Gabriel was screaming as the sound intensified and Lucifer started punching the wall in complete agony. Finally the noise ended as quickly and abruptly as it had begun.
"What the f*** was that!?" Gabriel swore, his voice cracking.
Before Michael could answer, another radio signal came through; this one a friendly com relay from Ureal, "Spartans did you catch that?"
They acknowledged their confirmation, all deciding not to mention that Lucifer had knocked out their ONI handler a while ago.
"Keep an eye open for anything soldiers, I think all UNSC forces in the vicinity caught wind of that message; whatever it was."
"Affirmative Ureal" Gabriel agreed, still recovering from the brutal beating his ears had just experienced.
Suddenly the doors of the hanger-bay cockpit opened, showing them the sight of Admiral Wisconsin and Mort'ang standing side by side both looking confused and angry.
"Spartans! What the hell was that!?" the Admiral roared.
"No idea sir" The Blue Spartan replied quickly, speaking for the group.
A piloting operator ran up to them, "Sir! We have visual on a slip-space rupture near the corvette 'Reconciliation of Lies."
"Open up communications with Ya'kai as soon as possible" He spoke, walking to the main cockpit of the entire frigate; the Spartans and Elite following him.
After reaching the main bay, the Admiral turned around and requested an instant sitrep on the situation from his pilots.
"Sir, the slip-space rupture is passing; it looks like...oh god."
A covenant ship blew into the planet's atmosphere, leaving a massive concussion wave in its wake as it descended right down next to the original Corvette "Reconciliation of Lies".
"Sir we have confirmation on a second covenant ship! This one of a much larger and formidable scale, allegiances and signs are unregistered and unknown." The operators screamed out-loud.
"Holy hell" Michael spoke out loud in awe, things were progressing quickly; a little too quickly for him to keep up or feel comfortable with.
"Where the hell are those communications with the Reconciliation of Lies!?" The Admiral almost swore out-loud, these turn of events had really shaken him.
"The field marshal must have rejected them sir, the signal isn't even transferring possibly." An operative answered back quickly.
Michael looked back to the Spartans as Wisconsin continued rambling, he needed to make sure they wouldn't be turn inside out by Drafter when she woke up; and he was unsure whether he feared the new covenant ship or her more.
"Gabriel, Lucifer! Call in Spartans!" His radio buzzed, Raphael was on the other side; this was typical of the big guy, he barely spoke to authorities, instead choosing to radio his squad mates.
"It's Michael, what's happening down there with the scientists Raphael?"
The red Spartan paused on the other side, but sound kept transmitting; the sound of plasma firing across a battle ground and humans screaming out in pain. Michael stopped for a moment, unclear on what he was listening to until a loud scream almost deafened him.
"Admiral!" He yelled, interrupting the entire communications, "The scientist team are under attack down by the forerunner wreck!"
Before the Admiral could respond, Raphael shouted throughout the communications relay,
"Michael! Get your ass down here! We have covenant contacts slaughtering us here! Need immediate reinforcements!" The sound of plasma hitting energy shields and human flesh resounded throughout the entire cockpit.
"Ureal is down, I repeat Ureal is down! Supposedly KIA, I can't tell"