User:Echo 1125/Halo Operation Cheridum

Intro
1499 Hours, June 14th, 2551, (Military Calendar) UNSC Triton, location unknown

The great void of space was torn asunder as the bulky bow of a Halcyon-class cruiser burst forward. Onboard the ship’s bridge an elderly captain sat atop the dubbed ’Hotseat’ “Status?” he requested in a hoarse Texan accent. A near-by holographic projector warmed and an elderly man, dressed in traditional Japanese clothing took form close to the strategy screen “Main system are coming online, however the main reactor is being taken offline for repairs” The AI informed as new text symbols scrolled across his transparent body. “Technical crews estimate 36 hours to repair the damage” the AI continued as the constant vibration of the reactor was silenced, internal lighting dimmed before emergency lighting activated. Captain Walter Harris sighed, rubbing his shaven head, things had not gone well for the Triton’s first cruise. A total of nine critical faults had left him dreading what could happen next. Not a doubt was left in his mind that the UNSC was running out of ships to send into the fight, handing him a vessel littered with micro fractures that would shred the ship apart should it go at full speed. “Sir, I’m detecting a blip at the edge of our scans” a nervous sensor officer reported hesitantly. “Distance?” Harris asked, hiding the edge of nervousness in his voice, a blip on sensor could mean either a technical glitch or a covenant vessel waiting to jump in and fry them. He frowned, with most of the crew in cryostasis they wouldn’t be able to put up a fight. “Ikari begin scanning for slipspace rup-” his redundant as alarms began to blare. A sapphire vortex of light to slip space in front of them. The sleek, organic like bow of a CCS-Class cruiser poked though, followed by the rest of the vessel’s body. A sudden flicker along her body meant her shield’s were raised. Motes of angry red light began to swirl along her lateral lines as she prepared to fire a plasma torpedo.