"I have considered your argument and I know it's better to keep this halo around." Admiral Snooker said. "We can let the scientists at the Reach pop over for a visit and look around."
"Sir, I respect remind you that halo IS NOT a tourist attraction. Its -"Patton said.
"Patton, you disobeyed by orders by going with the Spartans. Why?" Admiral Snooker asked.
"Sir, Q can handle system security better then I can in a million years." Patton explained. "Since I'm effective in ground operations, it would have been best for me to come along."
Admiral Snooker seemed to be holding his temper over the SATCOM. He was probably in his private quarters with an identical square grey box and was busy trying to figure out how to manipulate a situation he couldn't see.
"Colonel, secure the control room." Admiral Snooker said. "I'll prepare a short burst transmission to reach to send a research vessel here."
"Yes Sir." The Colonel next to the SATCOM said. The Colonel walked over to the Sam and Nate who were in the way of the control panel. "Spartans, please move I have orders."
"I'm authorizing protocol 353 article 3 paragraphs 4 of the UNSC code. In the event that an officer makes a mistake in which it will endanger the entire human race with no way to avoid it, a soldier is authorized to neglect an order." Nate said automatically. "Admiral Snooker I render your order invalid."
"Spartans 064 and 065 you are out of line! Colonel DO as I said." Admiral Snooker ordered. Something thumped on the other side of the SATCOM.
"Colonel, do not force me to hurt you. The UNSC needs every soldier." Nate said. "And hurting you will make me mad because I'm forced to do it. Take one more step and I will stop you."
"Colonel..." Admiral Snooker yelled.
The Colonel seemed to be stuck in the middle, get an admiral mad at him, or worse, get a Spartan pissed off. His choice was a hard one. He apparently decided not to get admiral anger. He put a step forward. Nate did a small kick to the chest or what he thought was a small kick and the colonel ended up 3 meters a way.
"ODST's, Kill the Spartans now!" Admiral snooker yelled.
"You men will be spared a death if you lay down your weapons and head to the east corner of the room. He pointed towards the where the holographic sun was.
No one moved.
"So be it." Nate said.
"Admiral, I'll be on my way up to kick your ass personally... Sir." Sam said. He pointed his pistol at the SATCOM and fire twice at it. It sparked and twisted as the anti personnel rounds exploded inside it. The ODST's opened fire with everything they had from that point onward. Everything was too slow for Nate. He threw a grenade at a group of 3 ODST's and another to a group of 5. He charged forward firing his pistol as he went. 8 men tumbled around after the grenades ignited, and men dropped to the floor. Seconds later 28 ODST's lay on the floor.
Sam grabbed the time device. It hummed as it glowed, like it was recognizing someone. A light emitted from it like a star and Sam vanished as he turned around holding it like a grenade. He gave an Ah-shit body look shortly before the light enveloped him. The device dropped to the floor, rolled towards Nate.
"Sam... Sam..." Nate said. "Sam?"
"Damn it." Nate said. "I have to stop admiral Snooker though"
"He grabbed two pistols on his way out from a dead ODST as he headed for the blast doors. He cradled the time device with one head, holding the second pistol with the other. He found a Satchel bag for C-17, which was empty. He put the device in it and put it on his backpack. He didn't want to lose the damn thing.
"He grabbed his sidearm pistol and slammed fresh clips into each pistol as he walked towards the closed blast doors with the holes in it from the Xenomorphs. He activated the holo controls with the butt end of one pistol and the doors started to open. He walked out desperado style with his pistols at his sides. 2 marines were kneeled down aiming at him.
"Are you men looking to die?" Nate asked.
"Orders, Sir." One Marine said. They opened fire after that. Nate raised his pistols and started shooting as well. 4 rounds went into one of the men as the other dropped behind a rock. The marine with the 4 rounds gave one last breath before he died.
Nate emptied one pistol out of its ammo and though to the ground. He readied a Fragmentation grenade and rolled it to the rock. The ODST hiding behind the rock was busy lunging out and firing and escaping the blast radius of the grenade. He didn't make it as the grenade did a WHUMP as he went down.
Nate got out his secondary weapon, a S2 AM sniper rifle as he glanced around. There were 6 men total stationed outside. He heard a Jackhammer fire from up above. Nate did a half roll as he took a small potation of the blast, which saved him. His shields went down to half as he rolled around and lay on his back with the sniper rifle aiming up. The ODST stationed on the roof got a bullet to the chest and tumbled 20 feet to the ground. No ordinary human could survive that. Dropping the sniper rifle on the ground Nate pulled out his pistol again. He glanced around and saw 3 men charge out at him. They fired as they went going full auto. Nate fired two rounds into the center man and he went down. Bullets pinged off his shields as they started to drain. He fired 4 more rounds and the other men went down.
"Bloody waste of good men." Nate muttered to himself as he trotted down the battle stricken pyramid. He found a working ghost and did a couple of tests to make sure he knew all the controls. He moved down the small passages ways, which weren't too small for a ghost. He went at full speed as he made his way to the waiting warthogs at the end of the tunnel. He took one and zigzagged his way back to the perimeter of Alpha base.
It was easy to get past the guards and commandeer a pelican and supplies. Mainly because one pelican contained weapons and supplies and it was unguarded. No bothered to wonder why the pelican was lifting off as Nate realized that there were at least 5 or so pelicans moving supplies to Alpha base. So he fitted right in.
The Landing was a problem because apparently everyone "thought" the Spartans had gone rogue or something. They were chatting about the possibly of a few dozen losses if he got on the ship. Like hell there would be a dozen losses. More like hundreds. He put the pelican in autopilot and had it land on a hanger that wasn't being used. He looked at the weaponry the pelican was carrying. Parts of a LAAG, 6 MA5B's with 600 bullets each. There were 12 pistols with 200 rounds total. 4 sniper rifles with 24 rounds each. 4 shotguns with 56 shell each. He noticed it was mostly standard carrying for the rounds with the weapons. He grabbed a shotgun and a newer pistol. He slammed a fresh clip in as he felt the pelican hit the hanger dock floor. About now someone would be asking why a pelican landed here when it's the other hanger further down the ship that pelicans were going in and out of. Grabbing a 180 pistol rounds and 76 shotgun shells Nate put the taped the extra clips onto his body. He had two belts of shotgun shells going shoulder to waist and one worn like a belt. He also grabbed 8 Fragmentation grenades. No sense coming into a battle under prepared. Nate opened the door to the pelican as he pointed the shotgun around. He looped it around his other shoulder and pulled out the pistol.
"Delta Company to Hanger C, prepare for dust-off at control room." Announcer said as he exited the pelican.
Shit. They were going to secure the control room. Possible activate halo on accident. Then they would all die. The covenant would get Halo and wipe out the human race once and for all.