Chapter Seven
Onboard UNSC Battleship Reign of power
1205 Hours, November 15, 2552 (Military Calendar)/
"Sir! Nine Covenant vessels and one flagship holding position yelled a crewmember, he sat fidgeting with the controls. He must be worried; the admiral understood that many ships would have easily beaten any UNSC ship.
"Ares bring us to flanking speed. Give me a firing solution for the three closest ships and launch the MAC rounds." Barked the admiral.
"Arm Archer Pods AA to MM and arm to Shiva tip nuclear missiles!"
"Aye, Aye," replied another crewmember busying her with the data. The admiral frowned, something is not right they would of already of attacked. Then he began to sweat, he started to feel this was a trap.
Roy began to feel uneasy as well. The computer AI Ares reappeared and seemed to be annoyed with something.
"Sir, we are picking up one of our frequencies."
"Patch it through, but if those covenant ships even turn on a lamp I want to know."
The screen turned on and was in a dark room a figure moved in the background. The Spartans shifted uneasy.
"Humans"
"Identify yourself," said the admiral his voice was thick with caution. The screen slowly lightened up, and there sat an elite. The members of the crew let out a gasp. The face of the admiral contorted in rage as seeing this infidel on his screen.
"Open fir-
"No!" shouted the elite. He moved uncomfortly in his chair. His silver amour and crescent helmet showed that this elite was very high in ranking.
"How, dare you tell me to hold fire!" yelled the admiral his voice increasing in volume.
"Ares, pinpoint his location"
"Humans we are not here to fight, we are here to end this war. We were blinded by the prophets and fed lies."
The admiral couldn't believe what he was hearing but something clawed at him telling him that the elite was telling the truth.
This last statement also took Roy back. Seth shouldered his rifle as if the elite was nearby. The admiral cleared his throat.
"Tell, me more"