When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spine, and toss 'em away, laughin'! (Pause) (Loud) Am I right, Marines? We are leaving this ship platoon, and engaging the Covenant on solid ground. Once again, it is our job to finish what the flyboys started. Men.keep your eyes downrange, fingers on your triggers, and we all go home in one piece. Fourteenth Platoon, rendezvous with 22nd Tactical at Bulkhead Charlie 14. Camera follows it.) Fifth Platoon, secure airlocks on Deck Eleven. A single Longsword fighter-for a sense of scale, it's easily six or seven times as large as a dropship.)Īttention all combat personnel. Things flying around, marines walking and running around, jeeps, tanks, dropships. (Cut to interior of a hangar bay of some sort. Let's give our old friends a warm welcome. Bring the ship back up to Combat Alert Alpha. And in about ninety seconds they'll be all over us. But, I've isolated approach signatures from multiple CCS-class battlegroups. Our fighters are mopping up the last of their Recon picket now, nothing serious. (pause) They were waiting for us on the far side of the planet. No one could have missed the hole we tore in subspace. As for tracking us all the way from Reach, at light speed my maneuvering options were limited. Get here first? The Covenant ships have always been faster. (Opening cinematic-flyby of the Pillar of Autumn approaching Halo)Ĭortana, all I need to know is, did we lose them?
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