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Sinclair smirked at Viktor, "You have no idea about Margret. She knows she's going to hell, and she plans on going with a blood trail a mile wide. And her heir is a piece of work as well." He stod up and held his railgun, only had a few extra rounds for the heavy thing. He placed a hand on his chin as he thought to himself out loud, "Midsummer Night... I'm familiar with that particular vessel. And I am aware of the spartan in charge of it. But, even though the Pale Horse has stealth and the Midsummer has power and a god commander, we can't be certain that there won't be rebels waiting at the exit portal ready to escort this ship for a revamp. But, I think I have an idea. We need to get into the ship's coolants chamber. If I can override it, the ship should slow to a halt and exit slipspace a few kilometers off target and allow our renforcments to come in, help take back the ship, and leave before the enemy realizes that their knicked ship just got knicked." He checked his datapad and began running through some calculations. there was still the problem with Hathor, but that might have to wait.

Sinclair considdered Viktor's correction about the Midsummer, "Hm... must be one of Prowler's pet projects. Alright, but right now I don't want to the rebels to even know that they came close to taking this ship. The Night's power will have to held back, for I have an idea. Curtis, contact Midsummer Night and tell its captian to activate its cloaking and hide. If we stop this ship early, we can use the Pale Horse as our negotiation vessel. While that happens, the Night could send support without the Say My Name knowing. But, we'l need to hit the ship's coolants and it radar. So we still need Curtis in the bridge... Right now, Hathor has locked down connections with both the engines and the bridge from the rest of the ship. Our troopers has been caught I believe, so there has to be a way to get Curtis into the bridge without Hathor's notice..." Curtis's Hologram appeared between them, "I guess I have to save the day, huh? Well, what you could do is hit everything at the same time. Ships coolants are near the aft dorsal end of the ship. Not far from here really. But, you'll have a bunch of gorillas to deal with. Fortunately, I to have a plan. Or does Viktor want to run through the ship guns blazing with a limp?" He said as hs crossed his arms. He was begining to get flustered from not really having that much space in the ship to think.

In the Pale Horse, Curtis was listening to the transmission sent by the Midsummer Night's AI, Tron. Program? Is this guy serious? Curtis thought to himself. He sighed internally and responded, "Well, greetings to you as well, and all that stuff. My 'user' is out right now, but LT Landez will be happy to accept the request for filing. So, my ship is ready." He went through all of his databases on the Night and sparked with curiosity, she was a piece of work. The Prowlers at ONI did know how to hide stuff, but not from him. He then reieved a message from his fragment again. It was an interesting strategy, but it would be a hit or miss when it comes to the exit vector. He ran a few simulations before he heard someone hailing him. It was Capt. Jergensen... Sure, why not? But, something did sound familiar about this man... Curtis replied immediately, "Pale Horse to Midsummer Night, there is such thing as the word Please you know. Pale Horse is already in pursuit of hijacked vessel, so it's more like us requesting assisstance. But hey, you don't need to tell us the obvious. Sending set coordinates to designated exit vector of the Say My Name. Be warned though, these coordinates are bound to change. We have a team in there already trying to pull the emergency brakes on that thing."

Curtis looked at Landez and tilted his head "I like him, very forceful and full of badass destruction. Pretty much the right qualities of a spartan... or a machine. I can't tell the difference sometimes." He then returned transmission with a sigh, "Alright, Captian, then you might want to hold your fist down once you meet the team in the Say My Name. Preping up FTL Drive, Hanger bay is open for Commander Riley. Jeez, you spartans are really just nuts and bolts aren't you?" Curtis then "accidentally began to play the saong from the wizard of Oz, If I only had a heart. He shut it off after the good part, "Oops, did I do that? My bad, everything is ready for you and Commander Riley's arrival, all except a red carpet. But, before you begin dictating, I have a transmission from Commander Sinclair that you might want to hear."

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Tron had been performing complex calculations and brushing up on his counter intrusion and espionage software, he found the exact software that ONI put into Cortana and said to himself as he downloaded it all to his data core he "This could be useful. every hack and dirty little trick ONI gave Cortana, now mine, now I can actively help my user on missions that require technical expertise." He was doing a hundred things at once scanning the space around his ship for potential hazards, syncing slipspace navigation times up with the A.I. Curtis, monitoring the Spartan teams vitals and looking up a layout for the UNSC Say My Name for the rescue party to name a few things. Tron smiled to himself as he appeared on the holo-pedestal next to Spartan-112 saying. "Captain I have upgraded my counter insurgency and intrusion software. I have also synced up slipspace drive times with the UNSC Pale Horse so that we arrive at the same time, their ship is after all faster then ours. One last thing your Spartan's vitals are all normal, that is for a Spartan." Tron took pride in being the chosen companion of a Spartan not many A.I.s got to work with a living legend. He hacked into ONIs files when he was first activated and read up on the Spartan's saw them in news vids, articles, stories, read their debriefings, he even knew their dark origins. That part chilled Tron, granted he was programmed to essentially be a "good" A.I. but that still had him concerned how these users could do that to their own young ones.

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Viktor Nikolai Kravchenko

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Rank: First Sergeant
Specialty: Covert Operations, Infantryman
Branch: UNSC Marine Corps,105th O.D.S.T. Division, 19th Shock Battalion
Ship: UNSC Midsummer Night
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Viktor growled at the commanders decision to try and stop the ship and then grabbed the rest of his gear and charged to the door to the room "Out of my way Sangheili." he pushed past Vin Kotam who stood there silently observing the two humans. Viktor then barked something at the commander "If you won't rescue my fellow troopers then I will goddammit. Typical all you ONI operatives think of is yourselves." he then walked to the elevator and pushed the button for deck 5, he was going to the armory before he headed for the brig, cursing the commander in Russian.

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Curtis sighed at commander Riley, "Yes, I suppose the ship is ready to go now. Just what ever you do, don't adjust the seat. Spining up faster than light drives and syncing with Midsummers soordinates. Launching in 10... 9..." The ship lurched forward and slipped into slip space. Curtis shrugged, "I got bored."


Sinclair watched as Viktor ran out to save his comrades. He was about to call after him when he heard him talk about him being an ONI agent that thinks for himself. He stopped and frowned, memories of his son came back at him... hard. He sat down and pinched the bridge of his nose. Curtis popped up next to him, "Let him be. We have important work to do." Sinclair stood up and accessed a nearby console, "Keeping the ship intact and supporting the troopers is our mission. They are being kept in the brig. Maybe we could use Viktor to our advantage, for he may have given us a way to control the ship again." Curtis tilted his head, "You plan on using the sergeant as bait. lure the eyes of Hathor to focus on a raging ODST while we sneak into the bridge controls... sounds like fun."

-Cathrine Figueroa- Number one b***h.
Name: Cathrine
Sex: Female
Age:29
Rank: Lance Corporal
Branch: Marines
Class: Marine - Expeditonary - Unit
Specialty: Combat Engineer
Cathrine was a little close to shitting brick when the commander of the ship spartan 112 came up to her. He was a spartan but even to there standards he was a hulk. When he asked her if she could pilot the pelican she quickly replied back. "Yes i can only fly it though i never did weapons specialization." Cathrine waited for him to reply as she brought out a pen and a small piece of paper. She was a marine a solider who was just as prepared to die for the belief of the UNSC as any other marine. But the fact still remained excepting the possibility of defeat was the 1st step to victory. She read this through in her head having just written this all down as a last will.