Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Hazel Crest. Enjoy the 2000-word chapter. I do not own Halo and such, 343, and a few others do.
Hazel pulled off her helm, sweeping a hand through her blond hair before she thought of her next move, watching as she looked to the side and into space.
Perhaps she was more tired when it came down to it. Hazel hummed before she cracked her fingers, too much had been taken from her to begin with.
Hazel dreamed of her homeworld, the planet which had been burned down to the ground. Hazel frowned as the thought of the planet Alluvion flashed through her mind. She cracked her fingers once again.
She of all people heard nothing for a second as she looked downwards. All of it was odder and odder now.
"Seirra? You have a new mission." Hazel heard as the Spartan III passed around the hanger.
"Play debrief," Hazel ordered as the ship began to do so.
"Sierra A-302? We have heard whispers of a Banished search team… Some sort of relic retrieval team." Hazel heard as she paused.
"For this mission? You have been tasked with determining the contents of this relic and securing it for retrieval by an ONI task force…." Hazel heard as she hummed.
"Support?" The 39-year-old Spartan asked, blinking.
"One moment." The handler stated as Hazel sighed.
The entire galaxy was falling apart and the UNSC had her running around with hit-and-run plans and helping whatever lines they were able to keep up… She would talk about this in a good way but it was clear the Banished were preparing for something big.
That? And none of them were stupid. Atriox's army was large, well-equipped, and knew when to retreat.
"Several ODST platoons have been sighted in the area… One has volunteered to provide support as all 6 have been reduced almost to 10 of operation status." Hazel heard as she sighed.
Hazel almost questioned if she was to deal with it alone which was fine but would not allow her to get off the hook for operations.
She did not at all know what was growing on her mind before she looked to the side now and then that was it.
She seemed to think of it all when it was all said and done, she sighed to herself. She did not at all know what was happening in her mind.
Hazel pondered it all when she clicked her fingers. She wished to think of another time when she paused to herself.
"One additional unit… Spartan G-157 has been tasked to see this mission to completion… He will serve as your secondary backup and has instructions to meet you within the Graj Asteroid Belt." Hazel heard as she blinked.
The image of a Spartan… Of another III, flashed across the holographic pad of the condor as she hummed, thinking of it all… She did not want it like this but she saw it differently she had been able to think of it properly.
She was curious about what another III was doing this far on the frontlines. They had recalled every single damn combat asset from before he seemed to relax.
Hazel seemed to be curious as he looked to the side and he looked downwards before he guessed what was growing on his mind.
Hazel seemed to be thinking of something odder and odder as she wished to be thinking of it all when it was all crashing before it was all said and done.
Hazel hummed, and set the coordinates towards the UNSC Point Blank. She knew they would be able to think of this before she looked to the side and settled into the seat.
Hazel hummed before she relaxed, settling into the seat, letting rest come towards her now. She did not at all know what the rest of them guessed what was on her mind.
Hazel hummed, tapping her fingers on the dashboard. She did not at all question the next option at the time and then cracked her fingers.
The Spartan-III took a very deep breath before she guessed her next move, the idea of fighting the Banished was something that she could deal with, she could deal with fighting in and not.
She checked her shotgun, hanging it atop the cabin in her craft. The Condor continued to fly through the depths of space, she did not wish to fight in the same different light.
Hazel closed her eyes and then snapped her blue eyes closed. She allowed herself a smile before she snapped into slumber.
(Within 3 days)
The Condor finally came out of Slipspace, the drives spinning down as the capacitors needed to recharge. The profile of a UNSC Autumn-Class Heavy Cruiser awaited the small transport.
Hazel began final preparations as the transport entered the hangar. She was silent, far too silent, far beyond it all as she questioned what the captain aboard the warship would do.
Most of the UNSC was busy holding onto scattering their territory. Hazel was eager to get to work though so the ideas of what was being done now at the time.
The craft finally entered the hangar. She slowly prepared herself and then stepped into the hangar, her metal clanking as she looked around the hangar with dozens of marines and naval staff all thinking the same thing.
Hazel ignored them, the Spartan III walked past them towards the hanger, thinking of every little situation going on as she smiled to herself.
She prepared her shotgun, pressing it to her back as she hummed just what was being done next… Her mind had been such an odd little burden to her with so much going on as she relaxed, and allowed herself to think once more.
She hated this, she hated the idea she had been dragged through the mud so much and she would hate the idea of dealing with this business if she could sooner or later.
Hazel wanted action, not results. She had a lot more on the time being, she had been eager to think of it all before now as he clicked his fingers.
Hazel slowly started to walk towards the hanger, something in her was tiresome now.
She and he were all too tired at the time being, but she had been able to try and figure it out now, something that was going through her mind.
Hazel hummed, she relaxed… She did not at all know what was growing on the mind of UNSC brass. She had been relaxed, tired, something else had been tossed to the side.
Hazel hummed, taking a deep breath as she stepped into the elevator to go to the bridge. The Spartan-III was not stupid, she knew more and more as she relaxed.
Something within her almost wanted to snap, something within her was ready to snap.
She was able to think of it all, she did not want to get to sleep. She did not want to ponder her nightmares.
The doors slammed shut as she was able to collect herself. Hazel hummed and then took steps into the cramped den of the bridge. Hazel cleared her throat as a voice came in.
"Spartan… Have not seen you in a long time." Hazel heard as she nodded. "I assume you're here for the mission, the brass explained that we are to provide as much support…" Hazel heard.
The man who greeted her was middle-aged, he was middle-aged and wore the uniform of a captain, his well-groomed hair reminded her that she of all people was younger than him by a few years.
Hazel hummed to which the soldier in question nodded back. It was clear something within her wanted to snap… Like it had been wound again and again and again, almost wanting to crack.
It had been something odd, something very odd now. The captain pondered each little moment and then cracked his fingers.
The rest of them were prepared to get to work… Yet? He had been aware of the ideas at stake. All of them were at peace.
"You should know we need time to get everything ready… We are supposed to be joining the rest of the fleet." The captain stated for now.
He had been something of an enigma for Hazel when she entered. The man looked old enough to be an admiral and yet was posted to a heavy cruiser. One which was clearly at the mercy of the Banished? Something had been off… Crazy for them all.
They were eager to think of it now and for good reason, something that needed to be handled it all now and for a good reason.
Odd, odder, and odder… She grew tired of it all now, tired of something which he had been thrown to the wayside.
She was eager to end it all for now and then she relaxed for now, she would be able to think of it all the way crashing and burning down at the time.
All of it was explosive on his mind, all of it was becoming worse and worse, they had a LOT more to deal with, and something about it all came crashing to the end of it, she did not want it all coming to the end of the day.
Hazel hummed, cracking a smile as she pondered all the ways it could have personally been tired at the end of it.
Hazel watched as the captain crossed the room, thinking for but a moment. She did not at all know what was happening on her mind, she did not wish to know what the plan was, the UNSC had been in worse spots… But not as bad as these.
They both had been through enough, more than enough at the end of the day, something which needed to be done at the time being… Something at the time that had yet to exist now… They had been too decided.
Hazel seemed to be tired of it as she wanted to handle it as she wanted to be done and dusted.
The Spartan-III was cut off from these thoughts when the captain began to speak again.
"There are far too many Banished ships at this site… Far too many, you might not even be able to pick off a handful… The solution to the problem is we are sending you in…. On a little bit of an infiltration mission." Hazel heard to which she blinked.
"Meaning?" Hazel asked to which the soldier hummed.
"Meaning something simple…. We are not going to fight them all conventionally. We punch a hole in their fleet… With their fleet." The captain stated.
She was all too interested in how they had to relax for now, something about it all came crashing for the time being. The captain seemed to be relaxed for now, he had been in these sorts of operations now and for good reasons.
Hazel crossed her arms and then guessed what was to be her next move.
She knew damn well they couldn't just fight the enemy easily, they had something resembling a plan in place.
They had something else to deal with for now, something at the end of the day, a desire to deal with for now.
She had been too interested in the fighting and had been too distracted at the end of their ideas for now.
Something about it all had been harrowing now. Hazel decided to forgive the trials and wait until they were here and she was tired of it all the way.
They had work to do, something she could not allow to be haunted and ended now, not at all
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that the next chapter will be delayed and will be in 2-10 months and will end up showing more and more of Hazel and the other Spartan meeting. Until the 900–6500-word chapter, Lighting Wolf out!