"We need a medivac over here!" Michael yelled as soon as the pelican had landed back unto the Wary Warden again.
Marines and medical personal rushed to grab the bleeding black Spartan IV and put him of an operating table in order to save him from the damage to his face. The other Spartans followed Lucifer to the Recovery ward; leaving Mort'ang to stay in the pelican hanger and not bring any more attention to himself.
After Michael was satisfied with the proper treatment of the black Spartan, he led the remains of Kilo – Foxtrot 14 to the main cockpit in order to talk to the Admiral Wisconsin over this matter.
He noticed that marines were looking very cautionary over their arrival at the cockpit; they had fingers on the triggers and were ready for any form of trouble.
"Spartans! You return to the Wary Warden in order to strike me down personally this time?" The admiral roared at them from his captain's seat.
Michael started to talk, "Commander…
"Silence!" The Admiral roared to them, hysteria filling into his voice, "Lieutenant Drafter informed me of your insurrection on her authority and now I've realised the only way to have you under control is to have you permanently on guard and dog control!"
"Is she ok?" Michael requested slowly, genuinely caring for the ONI director in a friendly human compassionate way and term.
"Lieutenant Drafter returned to the UNSC Battle Cruiser 'Red Dusk' as soon as she woke up from your unprovoked assault upon her" He smiled menacingly, looking cruel in comparison to the compassionated face of Michael, "And now I hear you have betrayed your own UNSC admiral and marines as well Spartans?"
"Sir?" Gabriel replied, "Our intentions were merely set on saving the civilians and our team-mate in combat"
The Admiral waved him off, "And how did that go? You come back with that blasted elite, zero civilians and a dying Spartan?"
Raphael stepped forward, "We lost our Spartan Commander down there, trying to save your scientists from the covenant"
"Have you at least identified their allegiances?" Wisconsin replied curtly, allowing spittle to flow down his mouth.
"We are the Storm" a voice came from the main monitor's communications.
They all turned around, to the sight of a prophet on their massive screen staring intently down upon them as if they were insects to his eyes; which they probably were.
"Identify yourself covenant!" Admiral Wisconsin screamed at the prophet intently, his fists tightening over the turn of events and misalliances.
"I just did!" The prophet snarled at him, almost resembling an angered teenager as he screamed at the UNSC forces, "Now to business, your own heresy weighs your feet and coils your own destruction human, but I am willing to spare your lives for a short time."
The Spartan's glanced at each other, confused by the prophet's deranged generosity.
Admiral Wisconsin thought to himself for a second, and of the safety of his crew, "What would you have us do?"
The prophet glanced towards the Spartans for a second, "Flee humans, simply flee", after a triumphant look, the prophet of Storm did something completely unpredictable that contradicted himself from his entire race.
He laughed at them all, a maniacal and satisfied laughter that filled all of their coms. Then the screen turned to black and the communications was done.
"What the hell was…?" Admiral Wisconsin started, confused and furious with the prophet of Storm.
Another voice interrupted him, "Sir! We have covenant hostiles closing in on our position, their gaining speed and meaning to board us at the hanger bays!"
The Spartans looked to each other quickly, and then ran for the pelican in order to inform Mort'ang and prepare themselves for the fight ahead.
Wisconsin didn't even notice their absence, "This is turning into bloody bedlam! How many hostiles do you count pilot!" He thundered to the underling.
"Sir, the corvette ship 'Reconciliation of Lies' is on a direct course to us, guns charging and readying themselves for battle!" The operator replied.
The Admiral was stumped for a moment; he had never anticipated an attack from the covenant corvette so soon and so ferociously outputting.
"Prepare the Wary Warden for battle! Ship of all the wounded and civilians to the UNSC ship 'Red Dusk' as soon as time permits it" He thundered, he knew ONI wouldn't accept that the wounded Spartan would be left on a ship that was directly routed for its peril.