ME: Time for Chapter 14.
HOOD:
Things had gone to Hell in a handbasket.
Numerous crew members had died aboard the Autumn-suspiciously all of them in red shirts-said cruiser would need expensive, lengthy repairs and the Freelancers and SPARTANS couldn't even be above cracking an insult
"FIGHT, FUCKING FIGHT!" the crowd chanted for the umpteenth time in the last two hours.
It was the Noble Team twins and the Dakotas, cheered on by their respectivteams mates. Then something snapped in the British officer.
"THAT IS IT!" he screamed, stopping the fight and making everyone cower in fear. "I AM MOTHERFUCKING SIR MOTHERFUCKING TERRENCE MOTHERFUCKING HOOD! YOU WILL ALL PAY!"
He then pressed a button and started playing his favorite brand of classical music. It calmed him down and made him a man of his word. Why?
"AH, WHAT IN TARNATION IS THIS BULLSHIT?" a gray-armored SPARTAN exclaimed in a Southern accent. "THIS AIN'T EVEN REAL MUS-."
"THOM, SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE!"
"Much better," the Admiral said softly. "Director Church? Doctor Halsey?" He then turned off the music just before they entered.
"Yes sir?" the two asked uncertainly.
Hood nodded then turned around and addressed the still-recovering crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he began. "And whoever didn't appreciate my music!"
There was heavy groaning that eventually subsided. He smiled and continued his speech. "As you all know-."
"Sir!" Cortana interrupted as she her hologram shot up. "I'm detecting numerous in-systems Slipspace whispers and encrypted communications signals!"
"And that means?" he asked, looking to the continent of Africa purely out of boredom.
Suddenly there was a large explosion and all the lights flickered off.
"Ah fuck."
ME: Now what?