ME: Let's get back to the crew of the Infinity...and five certain Spartans. OCs courtesy of Soric-Guras.

PALMER:

"With all due respect sir," the former ODST began, "Crimson's more then capable of getting down to New Mombasa by themselves. I understand you don't have any of those prototype Broadswords to escort us since we had to move ahead of schedule, but I doubt the Covenant and rebels will focus on one Pelican when they have Longswords, Sabres and warships to worry about."

Keyes nodded, eager to get back to the battle, fidgeting at delegating his duties. "I understand Commander, but we can't exactly run in guns blazing here. Are four Spartans capable of beating back an army?"

Palmer shook her head. "This is Crimson we're talking about Captain." She leaned in to whisper, "I had to change my pants and bedsheets after having a nightmare about them."

"Captain!" Lieutenant Dominique yelled. "Incoming transmission from near the Mother of Invention!"

"Let's hear it Lieutenant," the older man replied.

"Mayday, Mayday, does anyone read? This is Agent South Dakota requesting immediate evac, do any of you fucktards read me? Over."

"Agent South," Dominique replied, "I read you and am attempting to trace you now. Standby, over."

South cursed something while Keyes turned to Palmer. "I hate to say it Palmer, but it looks like we have to rescue this ungrateful bitch."

DRACO:

"Aero, are you ready?" He radioed his younger sister.

"Affirmative bro, Pelican's prepped and ready to launch."

Fireteam Crimson had been assigned to the Infinity to secretly test the MJOLNIR Mark VII prototypes. Draco Salva was wearing the standard suit, albeit modified for better communications capabilities since he was the leader. Cryo Naven, his second-in-commander and heavy hitter, wore EVA armor. Geo-ONI never gave a last name-his mute sniper, wore Scout armor while Aero wore ODST armor.

With his two teammates, Draco boarded the gunship. "Let's get to work Crimson."

SOUTH:

"South, this is Crimson Four. We're en route to your position in a Pelican, do you copy?"

The Freelancer Agent responded. "Copy Crimson, mind hurrying the fuck up? It's getting hot out here!"

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't here that," a new voice cut in. "Okay, here's the plan. Our Pelican is a prototype gunship model, so there's a forty mike-mike on both sides. We'll slow down and you'll grab onto one, acknowledge."

"Roger that!" She replied. "South out!" Then she remembered something. "North, it's me. Are you there?"

There was brief static. "Oh my God-sis, you made it!"

"Yeah, I'm good bro," South replied. "How 'bout you?"

"Alright, we're heading to the escape pods now. Just how are you getting out of there?"

"Evac's on the way," she replied as the Pelican came into view. "Catch you later North, they've arrived. Out."

As promised, the Pelican slowed down. South took advantage of this and grabbed a turret, pausing to report that a Seraph was on their tail.

In response, a Spartan leaped out of the Pelican.

ME: It's official-Fireteam Crimson has revealed itself.

Also guys, I'm thinking of the Dakotas and Noble Six/Seven become close friends, ironically enough considering their rivalry. Any opinions?