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~Chapter 8: Bloodshot~ “You guy’s ready?” Moth walked into the room, smile on his face. They were aboard the UNSC Warlord, once again. Ash, Runner, and Junior were stationed on UNSC Amber. Runner had previously went through a nightmare, where they were attacked by the Covenant and lost. Everyone died, she remembered Ash’s the most. It was the one part that she laughed at before she could spill the beans. “Not yet, we’re just now packing our bags. Give us about 5 minutes.” Zeff lied to Moth. “Well then hurry your guys’s asses up. We don’t have all day. It’s time to get ready. The location has been deciphered. We’re on route as we speak. Get your crap and let’s go.” Moth didn’t put up with people who thought they were being funny. “Dexter and Frank. Follow me, Zeff. You’re behind them.” Moth marched out of the room. They couldn’t do anything but as told. “Where are we headed?” Frank asked in a respectful manner. “South hangar. Hasn’t been used very much, but we need to get things up and running for any upcoming problems.” Moth cleared his throat and looked over to make sure they were in follow up unison right behind him. “If this it the right place, we’re expecting a heavy resistance. We’re going to need you to do your very best. Chances are, they’ll send everything they got. Hell, fellow UNSC crew ran into one of his ships. Damn Covenant tore them a new one. Sent a couple locust after their outposts and they even decided to hot drop hunters in some of the strongest fortresses on the damn planet, with just Spirit’s. Bloody mess. However, they were pushed back. It was just one ship after all. They fled, unknown location. We think we have it.” Moth turned over and looked at them. “We think.” He pushed open the doors to the South Hangar. “Sounds like they’re going to give us hell as well. I understand we won’t be the only troops with our feet firm on the ground but I’m certain that most, if not all, of us will either die or end up wounded. Lan Chorus isn’t someone to mess with. He himself has taken out about eight of our own fellow teammates. That was just on his own. Now that this is his entire fleet, we might not stand a chance.” Dexter said, he sounded worried. He remembered when Lan Chorus killed Alex. Damn freak jaw followed him the whole way to rescue them, just to get stabbed. He also remembered Heli, being torn to pieces. As Michael described the tragic encounter he saw at the base. Poor Heli. He was so quiet and helpful. He belonged. That’s over with now, they need to forget about the dead and go on. That was only going to drag them down. Moth looked at Frank. “Now this is what you’ll be going down in. We can’t risk Pelican’s after Installation 07, and we don’t wanna use drop pods. You need to use some sort of aerial vehicle to maneuver the land.” He motioned another engineer to lower the vehicle into the bay, to prepare for loading then departure. Frank’s eyes lightened up. “That’s... That’s... I can’t believe it, that’s... I haven’t seen one of those in years! I... I don’t... I don’t know what to say... Being able to pilot one of those is going to be like cleaning up rust off a 23rd century car. It’s been that long.” Frank’s heart beat raised up, around 212 BPM. Zeff looked at Frank, “You alright? You look like you’re about to have a heart attack! Bahahaha!” Moth scorned at Zeff, “Knock it off. Frank, she’s all yours.” Frank couldn’t breathe, it was too much. He didn’t know what to do... It... It was... His heartbeat reached 225 BPM. “Uh Frank? Bud you alright?” Dexter looked at him in concern. Frank had sweat roll down his cheeks. His face was red. Frank collapsed on the floor, fainted. Moth was quick to action, a med team was in here in less than fifteen seconds. They grabbed Frank and took him to the med bay. Hopefully to recover him. “Alright, well that’s all I got for you guy’s today. Grab the team and meet back here next time.” Moth looked over his shoulder at Zeff. “And no funny business. I will hit you hard enough, you’re going to be as bad as when we first got Zen.” Moth snickered and walked away. A confused look overcame Zeff’s face. “What the hell was Zen like when they first got him?” He looked at the others for clues. They just shrugged, neither of them were there. They’d have to ask Archangel. Paladin was the only one on this ship who knew, but they weren’t going to bother him. His assignments differed from there’s. Not someone they would want to go up and question, without getting a dish served cold. “You heard the man. Let’s get the others. However, let’s split up among the ships and tell the others. Everyone on this ship, we can just tell on our way out.” Dexter took the leadership role again. “Zeff. You get Ash, Runner, Junior. They’re on UNSC Amber. Frank. You get Magnus, Joseph, and Michael. They’re on UNSC FireStorm. Last but not least, I will get Jackson and Archangel. Whom are on UNSC Valkyrie II with Commander Jessica Naeir. Alright. Let’s get going.” Dexter headed towards the East Hangar. They had twenty minutes before jump. They had to get this done fast and neat. Dexter and the other two walked into the hangar. They each took their own individual Longsword and headed to their destinations. ~End of Chapter 8~