User talk:James-001

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Imperial Admiral Vysar Tar 'Xztanee sat on the bridge of the ''Nautilus, giving orders to the men and women of the UNSC ship that Major Jones had left him. The Major had a feeling that Kyle-100 would be easily bored, fighting a ground battle. He would call it a "cake walk." So Jones left Vysar orders to let a soldier named Kyle-100 to take a covert squad of elites and ODST's and board a brute ship, the Oversight using a phantom. Major Jones, along with Sergeant Major Chavez would lead the ground assault with the rest of the elites and ODST's.

"Spartan!," Ding said.

"Sir," Kyle replied.

"You ready for this?"

"Sir yes sir!," Kyle said

"Good, well, I have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first son?"

"Sir?" Kyle said confused, "Is this some kind of test?"

Ding was trying to teach this young spartan that not every situation had orders and in the field, he would have to make choices like this simple one without hesitation. The only thing hesitation gets is people killed.

"You will not be going on the ground for the fight..." Ding said.

"But sir, I--

A simple glare from Ding silenced him before he could protest.

"You will lead a special covert task force and board a Jiralhanae ship. You will procede to destroy the ship from the inside out. Your group will consist of ODST's of your choosing and...elites."

Ding leaned closer and whispered, "Between you and me, the elites have their uses, but if one so much as spits in your direction...well, use your imagination. You shoot at whatever shoots at you. Now, you will report to the medical wing for an augmentation to your neural interface and them be given an A.I. for use on the enemy ship."

"Dismissed," Ding said.

"Sir," Kyle saluted, spun on his heel and walked toward the medical wing.

"Looks like it's up to me and you again Sergeant Major,"

-TBC-