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Halo

Catherine Elizabeth Halsey rubbed at her temples as she reviewed the newest dispatch from High Command. It was not so much a request, but an unofficial order. The kind of request that implied that if she wanted more funding for Project MJOLNIR, it would be in her best interests to accede to the request. It was a rather unusual mission, at least, unusual for her Spartans. She knew that it would be the first mission of its nature to be assigned to her Spartans, and there was not a time during their intensive training that they were prepared for this.

God help them all.

The automated doors opened and she entered the sparsely decorated lounge. Reach was never intended as a population center, hence the efforts, or the lack thereof, that went into humanizing the planet. A recreational zone for the soldiers was the only concession HighCom had allowed during the planning and construction of the military complex.

“Dr. Halsey.”

She turned her head towards the voice as the three figures rose from their seats. She offered a friendly smile.

“John, Kelly, Linda.”

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Fire Emblem

Turning his head away from the sudden influx of light, Forde finally found the missing members of the camp. Oh Gods. Sitting along common intervals around the walls of huge circular chamber were bodies, with their throats slit and blood already dried. Drawing his sword out, he turned to the scholar…

…Just in time to see him slitting his own throat with a dagger that came out of nowhere, a crazed smile still on his lips.

“Kyle, we need to get out of here, whatever’s here, we need to get help, fast,” he urged, unable to keep the panic out of his voice.

“No, we don’t, Forde. We don’t.”

“What?! My friend, I know we dealt with the Demon King, but with just the two of-“ his words died in his throat as Kyle turned to him, the bloodshot eyes condemning his status as surely as the man bleeding out on the ground. The soulless gaze spoke of madness, of pain, of unspeakable things. Was it why he was so quiet on their descent, had the whisperings got to him already?

The ground opened up, and his thoughts were no longer his own.

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Original Setting

Sky Marshal Eleanor Summer’s coffee cup landed on the floor with an audible crack.

Not that anyone on the bridge of the battlecruiser KCSS Radiance was paying attention to it.

“Holy God…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at the tactical display. Where the hell did they come from? Ten crimson circles burnt themselves into the plot, indication of the unknown ships that had just exited the Alpha-Saratosa jump point, and their course firmly placed them on interception course with the only habitable planet in the system: Saratosa III.

But…Beyond the jump point is unexplored space! How can there be vessels? Unless they are…

“More transits!”

The exclamation brought her face towards the secondary display, and sure enough, hyperspace signature indicated another fifty unknowns. The Saratosa division of the Kel-Dagda Combine Navy was currently under-strength, for nearly forty percent of the armada had been transferred to the OrionusCommonwealth border. After all, what could possibly threaten the security of a star system on the verge of explored space? Or so we’ve thought, Eleanor thought bitterly. She would feel more secure if the rest of the armada is here. No matter, we’ll have to do with what we have. “Hail the unknowns with standard protocols.”

The minutes ticked down, and yet there was still no response. Either they don’t have wide-band transmission, or they’re not responding on purpose. But, why wouldn’t they respond? Unless- Eleanor’s eyes widened, and she barked to the comtech, “Send a dispatch to Orbital Command: Order all civilians to begin evacuation procedure. I want all non-essential fleet elements to assist in the operation. Be ready to lift-off at my call.”

The comtech, turned, his face filled with confusion,”But Sky Marshal, we do not have the lift capacity to evacuate all of them!”

“I know,” she replied coldly, “Prioritize the evacuation; we must get as many away as possible. Whoever these bastards are, they have no intention to talk, sound General Quarters, the Armada is to prepare for battle.”

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