"Welcome to the Citadel." Saber said to the UNSC ships. "Here is where we are going to look for help and ammunition, also to see what the hell is going on." He said. He looked at the ships. "Err... It would be better if the ones that were to come down came to our ship, seeing the small ships you have there for transportation doesn't seem... compatible with the hangars of the Citadel. I'll send a dropship for you." he said to them, hoping they agreed to that.
"I agree, but if this is their primary base of operations then so be it." He said, still having the crimson red armor on, "Let us proceed," The hangar bay where two extra frigates were kept, opened for the Turian drop-ships, troops began to gather in there, at least five squadrons in defensive position just in case anything bad happened.
Saber was in one of the drop ships and had his armor on. The doors opened and he went down the drop ship, then looked around. "You ready?" He said to them. He took of his helmet, revealing his face and silver skin with a scar in his eye.
The Captain, with his armor and helmet on approached the Turian, over towering him, and a squad following behind. "Let us be off," he said as he entered the drop ship as well as the squad of three Elite Marines.
As they would enter the drop ship, the Captain looked around it, his squad of Spartans with him which would weight down the ship some. The ship was more advanced then their Pelicans, but it seems to have less defense and less offense on it side. But none-the-less, it seemed lighter, meaning it was much faster then the UNSC drop ship. Hours had passed on the Turian world which was now glassed and melted. Rain had poured all over the planet, causing everything to cool down swiftly. The hatch struggled to open, but was literally punched out is it flew high in the air. The Turian Officer had exited first, gazing at the unholy sight before, then, the Spartan II exited. He looked around, clenching his fists. He had failed to hold back to Covenant, and by now he was considered Missing In Action (Or, MIA). Spartans don't die, they disappear.
After a short while, the dropship went back tot he Sunrider so they could land on the citadel. They entered the hangara nd Saber was the first one that exited the dropship. As he walked out, a turian came to him. "Sir we... have news from Palaven." He said, showing him som data through their omnitool. Saber took a look at them. "Damn it!" He said, hitting a wall. He was upset, sad... and angry. He stayed like that for a moment, looking down, then calmed down. "We have a mission to complete." He said, then went with their... 'guests'. "Cid, take us to the Citadel." He said tot he pilot from where they were before turning to their guests. "We will land in a few moments." "Yes sir." Cid replied after a second.
Marcus looked aroun towering aound a foot or so over Saber. "What was that thing on his wrist?" He asked confussed but hiding it under his helmet "And Captain may i have a word with you."
The Captain looked to the Commander, "Yes, you may," he said, sitting in a corner of the ship. On the glassed planet, storms continued their assault, getting more and more violent. The Spartan and the Turian ran through the city, stopping dead in the middle of it. The Turian was angry at this point, "This enemy... if they are capable of this then they are more dangerous then the Reapers." The Spartan could only agree in silence. There was no way, until, "I have a radio with me," The Officer said pulling out a 21st Century Walkie Talkie, "It's not as big as a small box, but it should work. " "That should work," The Spartan said as he took it, connecting it with his helmets Communications system, he would make contact with one of the Turian ships that had escaped, and gave it back to the Officer. He cleared his throat and spoke into it, "This is Sergeant Officer Vahldan Vohre, we are at the moment on Palavan in the city of Kilos (Going off a limb here), requesting a pickup, over."
Saber got the transmission they had sent. He then decided to send a transmission to them, hoping they would hear it. "This is Captain Saberbof the Sunrider, we recieved your transmission and we will send a ship to take you off the planet asap." After he send it he used his omnitool to contact the pilot. "Cid, when we are down, go and take them out of there." He said. "Yes sir." The piloslt replied.
"Captain next time you 'order' me to do something make sure your ready to die or be court-martialed as i am your surperour officer unless it is aboard your ship. Am i clear?" Marcus said removing his helmet shot his clearly Pissed off face
The Captain took off his helmet, looking Marcus straight in the eyes, "Form your information, Commander, originally you were under my command during the Human-Covenant war were you not? I do distinctly remember saving your ass off of Onyx, not only that, but you Spartans still serve under the Captains, much the Chief. So do you want to reframe with what you said?" He was standing at full height, meeting the other Spartan in the eyes. He remembered being a marine but then a captain of the Black Monarch. He then decided to volunteer as a Spartan four, still a Captain and sending higher ranked Spartans out to combat. He was considered old, but, he still did what he does, and that was taking charge of situations. The Radio died of its old batteries before the message could be received, the Officer groaning in frustration, "Hopefully they had received our message." The Spartan picked up various red blips on his screen, Covenant search parties, what a blast. "We must find cover, they are coming."
Saber waited for a while for they answer, but it never arrived. "I hope they got it..." he said to himself as the other two argue. After a while, the ship arrived to the citadel.
"Honestly i don't giver a ****. i retire at the end of this mission anyways if we ever return to earth." Marcus said "As for saving my ass i could have handeled it i may not be Chief but i still had my shields."
"The damn shields do not matter, Your right, you may not be the Chief but you have made foolish decision that you could not handle alone," He said, putting his helmet on, "Now then, you could complain and piss, or you could shut your mouth and deal with it. Like it or not, we are stuck with the rest of these... people." He said, sitting down. He had his own thoughts to deal with, his own problems, even at home. He has no time to deal with an arrogant Spartan.
After a moment, they arrived tot he docks. "We had arrived." Hes aida s the doors oppened and he got of the drop shipa nd lead them trought the ship to the door that lead outside.
