Geo and Jill were the last SPARTANs to step from the Pelican's bay into the hanger of A New Path. Not ever a minuet after his boots had hit the metal deck, the UNSC frigate made a slipspace jump. One of the SPARTANs that had rescued Wolf Team took off his helment and approached Geo.
It was Mason-D993, he stood a full head taller than Geo, and had eyes darker than space itself.
"Geo, Jill, your requested on the bridge." Geo gave a nod, then the pair made their way out of the hanger and into the hall ways of the ship. His body ached, the three days of marching, running and jumping had left his legs in a painfully weekend state. His shoulders burned for every time he had to throw a grenade or absorb the recoil of his rifle. But it didn't phase him, had went through worse during his training, which made it easier to push the physical pain to the back of his mind, along with the emotional shock at the death of his squad mate.
After a series of turns and a short elevator ride he and Jill stepped onto the bridge and snapped salutes in unison. The ships captain turned, "at ease". He motioned for the pair to come closer and after a series of command imputes on a small console, Fleet Admiral Sulivan appeared on the forward view screen. "Well Short isn't dead, but I can tell you who is. A make shift Brute Chieftain. When Jake activated his armor's fail safe the explosion killed this Brute packs leader, which will only do so much as temporarily shake them up a bit. Now on to the re-briefing. The mission isn't over, but you two will be reassigned to a few new objectives. The Insurrectionists have led the Brutes to Earth, and as we speak they are trying to take out the UNSC HQ, and the ONI base. They wont be able to destroy the complex from the sky, so at least we have a chance at ground combat. As soon as we break out of slipspace, you and Lion Team will be dropped in via HEVs, and our fleet will move in to attack the Brute fleet. Dismissed."
The view screen went blank, and the captain turned to them once more. "You have your orders, now please leave the bridge." Geo was taken back by this rudeness. The captain of this ship didn't give a name, not even a hello, and was acting out. He shook his head then turned and left, with Jill close behind. "We should get some rest," he said. "We only have a few hours before we exit slipspace."
Jill gave a nod.
They entered the commons area, Lion Team was already there. Geo removed his helment as Mason approached him once more. "Sorry about Jake." He stood there silent, looking into Mason's eyes. There was no emotion in his statement, though he knew it was there. "Me too", he shot back at him. Geo began removing the rest of his armor, as did Jill. He looked over at Lion Team, none of them had there armor on, which made them look less intimidating, yet still powerful soldiers. Geo was large, even by SPARTAN standards. He stood 6 feet tall with out his SPI armor on, his legs were toned, and like all SPARTANs, his arm muscles were the equivalent to those of a life time body builder. But Lion team was an assemblage of the the largest SPARTAN III's Delta Company had to offer, they made Marines look like ants.
His thoughts ended as soon as the remains of his armor were removed and stored in a locker next to a bunk. He crawled into the bed, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold.
This was a really short chapter, but not much is going on right now, you should head over to my other FanFic, which is an add on to this one. Halo:Insurrection-Helljumper. Its the not-so-boring part to the events happing in this chapter, I hope you liked it-Enjoi.