Wolf Six/ 1 - The Alpha

Chapter 1 of the Wolf Six.

UNSC Anchor's hand
//Battlegroup Helens, BGD-30\\ //On orbit of SRA-System\\ //July 15, 2548\\

Battlegroup Helens wasn't the star of the UNSC fleet. It was just a standard battlegroup of the UNSC having only 3 Marathon Class Heavy Cruisers, 18 Charon Frigates and 7 Paris Class Heavy Frigates. If it weren't up for the UNSC, this was likely a classified operations sent by ONI and let one of their lapdogs to watch. The officer Rear Admiral Palics Stovrov was incharge of the fleet. With the ONI spook behind him on his bridge eyeing his every move, every actions and every orders he bark at his lieutenants.

SRA-System was the quietest of the UNSC's systems. You can definetly do as much as you can from this system being all empty and that. But that changed when a Covenant Fleet slipspaced to this system a few weeks ago. Knocking out a Science's team space station that led ultimately to the deaths of one of the important key scientists and members. Of course Paragonsky doesn't have a taste for war. She usually likes cleaning up the mess of the enemy even the UNSC. No matter the cost. Despite her age, she was still an expert. And she would send in her lapdogs to take care of the rest by finding out what humanity can do with the technology they currently have.

The UNSC was losing. Victories were hammered down by the Covenant as they steal it like playing football in only just fifteen seconds. Your life would be the cost of just saving many of your comrades. The Covenant were already ontop of the UNSC, having to outnumber them, outgun them and even outran them at their addiction to Forerunner technology. Now ONI is watching the UNSC's progress if they want to win this war to save humanity from extiction, or lose. Unfavorable of that outcome, the UNSC Anchor's hand would be the flagship of the fleet and where the fleet commander is. Even the spook.

"Would you mind getting back to your quarters?" The fleet commander Stovrov looked back at the staring spook. "I know one of Paragonsky's sniffing lieutenants sent you in here to watch me. But you'll get your report and the detail you need once my officer briefs you from your quaters."

The spook chuckled, likely not to follow his orders. "My orders are clear and you should follow it Admiral. Do you have a problem with that? Also the view here from the bridge seems simple. Instead of standing a on a near impenetrable glass floor of the ship's Observation Deck. I don't trust the spacing, the integrity."

"Be glad of what we have," Stovrov says "Cause when we lose the war, this ship may be the last one you ever cruise on. We're limited in numbers, options, officers, especially soldiers. You saw what the Covenant can do around these days. They glassed half of the Inner Colonies and they might as damn well melt every colonies that are inhabited by us. As long as they don't find Reach, or more importantly. Earth."

The fleet commander would look up at the radar again. Looking at any signs of Covenant Ships on the area. With luck, there were no covenant ships showing up on their radar. Even in the orbit of the planet they currently are on. This was no time to rest or relax. As Stovrov knows when the Covenant will appear. His last engagement involved more than a half of their ships lost despite destroying only 5 CSS Covenant Battlecruisers. He wouldn't let that happen again. Not another massacre he can face or go through.

"Have 3 Frigates outside the Fleet's formation and scout. Longswords to escort them, I don't want to be surprised or ambushed by Covenant Attacks." He ordered one of the officers on the bridge. Having that officer only to respond with a salute and sends the order through the terminal he's currently on. Messages like these would be sent fast depending on the range. At this time, there were no advanced warships that can transmit any message or transmissions more than 5 lightyears away. Stovrov asked once more, but this seems to calm him for a bit. "Where's our wolf?"

"He's at the hangar sir."

"Have him sent to the bridge ASAP. Along with his partner."

"Yes sir," The other officer uses the intercoms of the ship and calls in for the "Wolf" they have and his partner. "SPARTAN-B402, report to the bridge. The admiral wants to see you along with your partner."

Stovrov faces the spook again. "You know about the wolf don't you?"

"He's ONI."

"Right, is he Paragonsky's lapdog or pet?"

"No." The spook replied. Using his datapad to check for any logs or data currently on this ship. Vehicle assets, number of pelicans, marines, officers and especially Stovrov's personal information. "She already picked a protege for her fancy stuff. She wouldn't pick a SPARTAN to be her "next-in-line" of her position. But believe me Admiral, it's classified. Nothing to touch or bother with."