Early morning missions, yeah... a real fun time there. I got on the pelican at the scheduled time. 30 minuites later we picked up the slip space bomb. It was to be planted on the carrier's interior, right by the main fuel lines. That would not be an easy place to get to. We would have to punch a hole in the hull, right smack in the middle. All other entrances would be locked down with consoles on the inside, no way to hack through. To make matters worse the hole would have to be made with a MAC round. The second we hit it the covenant would be swarming the area.

According to the Arbiter it is the only place that a MAC round will pearce both the Hull, not even including the energy shielding. The Elites would take care of that for us. The plan is to have every covie on that ship go to that area so we could get to the fuel lines without getting into any large firefights. To do this we would have to get in the hole and hide with only about 60 seconds to 1) Get in, 2) Fight the vacuum of space pulling us out, and 3) Find cover where the Covies woun't find us. Of course no mission in all of my service has ever been won exactly according to the plan.

To be honest, I have no idea wether this plan will work, it's crazy. Then again, spartans have a knack for crazy.

"Sir, we have a com comming through, it's from the Arbiter. Were patching you through now."
To be honest, I don't like the Arbiter, or elites in general. They were the closest to their prophets, the gaurds. They glassed our colonies, but they were also our biggest benefactors at the moment. "Thanks." I said to the marine. I then heard a gruff voice through my helmet.

"Spartan, status report."
"Sir, we approximately one hour from the carrier."

"You only have one shot at this, are you sure that the bomb has been wired and put in a safe place?" The slipspace was the single most advanced, devastating piece of weaponry we had against carriers. Inspired by Spartan 052/ Jorge, and his martyrdom with the carrier above Reach's surface a few years ago. This one was small, about the size of a backpack, in the shape of a cylinder wider in the middle than the ends.

"I have it on me, I checked the wiring myself. If all goes accordingly you and your battalion will have a fighting chance."

"Good. Be safe spartan, I must now check with the one you call Reaper. Thel 'Vadam signing out."

I know the text formating is horible but I have to work with the notepad so I'm doing the best I can. I hope it does not interfere with your experience