Admiral Wisconsin watched over the two ships in his command via his cockpit on-board the "Wary Warden" UNSC class Frigate. He was a tough character, or so he liked to think to himself as he would spend almost an hour a day combing his inch moustache and inspecting himself in a mirror.
But today he needed to be, the extra assistance of a second UNSC ship would most definitely start to aggravate the Shanghalli on-board their singular cruiser. Especially as this ship was a "Battle Cruiser" one of the highest and most powerfully classed UNSC space ships.
"Lieutenant Drafter? Glad to hear you could make it" He spoke into the radio coms, all regulation.
"Understood Admiral, I have a platoon of Spartans ready for quick detachment and deployment on course with the covenant corvette." Drafter replied, ice in her voice.
"Ease down Lieutenant," the Admiral panicked, "We don't have a hostile situation right now, and the Shanghalli have shown nothing but peaceful transactions."
Drafter remained silent on the other side for at least a minute, leaving Wisconsin to sweat furiously as the silence settled in. If she made the wrong move, she could challenge the Priority 2 Agreement over a simple misunderstanding.
"Affirmative, sending the Spartans to you; use them how you will." The Lieutenant replied with a taste of disappointment etched in her tone.
The Admiral started breathing again, "Alright ladies and gentlemen, we're going to have Spartans on board any minute, suit up and look presentable, and tell the science party to prepare for their drop off."
"Ahead of schedule?" the pilot class operator replied.
"They wanted escorts? We'll give them escorts in the vision of a platoon of Spartan IV's."
Meanwhile
The pelican thundered through the Mediterranean air leaving two streaks of smoke in its wake; below the small vehicle lay a massive tropical set of forests and jungles with sets of running rivers and high mountains. Almost looking like a holiday destination, Michael could barely see anything that would need their help here; especially seeing as the Shanghalli weren't even threats apparently.
The squad of Spartans sat tightly in the pelican, managing to somehow fit in the Lieutenant Drafter as well; she had insisted to come along and speak to Admiral Wisconsin in person.
Ureal glared at Michael every few minutes; in order to remind him how unimpressed she was feeling; personally he didn't care, filling in her requirements was a waste of time in his opinion; she had already revealed her inability to lead properly.
"Allright Spartans! We're making contact with the UNSC Frigate 'Wary Warden', remember ONI protocols and standardisations!" Ureal shouted out to them, readjusting her posture and battle composure as she yelled.
"Affirmative", Gabriel and Michael yelled back while checking their weaponry, while Raphael simply grunted his confirmation and Lucifer nodding from the back of the cockpit.
The frigate zoomed in closer as the pelican readied to land, a landing pad extorted itself from the main UNSC ship and allowed the bird to land.
"Welcome ambassadors from 'Red Dusk' I am AI construct 'Mayan', please watch your step." A soothing female voice spoke over all of their radio coms, allowing them into the ship.
Raphael spoke roughly, "What are we 'ambassadors' now? Where are the targets already."
"Quiet Spartans" Lieutenant Drafters spoke quickly, watching Ureal stare the heavy weapons specialist down in anger.
An impressive man walked up to the group in the hanger bay, flanked by two marines carrying assault rifles.
"Lieutenant Drafter, it's nice to finally meet you; and of course you're Spartans." The Admiral spoke, regular diplomacy emphasising through his voice.
"Good afternoon Wisconsin, I believe you have an objective for Kilo – Foxtrot 14?" The ONI operation replied smartly, enjoying the power she had over all of them.
"Indeed I do, Walters; would you be so kind as to assist the Spartans to hanger bay 6 and issue them with the scientist team."
"Yes sir!"