User:XW3 AR3 L3GION/Invasion of Haboured Morality - Prologue

22nd July 2602 (UNSC Military Calender)

In High Orbit of Imperial Border Colony: Haboured Morality/IBC-AS885

2600 Hours (Local Time)

Operation: INTERVENTION

SPARTAN-I041 Four Generation Operative Codename: RAINMAKER

"Seirras, 30 Seconds until DZ."

The call of the D78H-TCI pilot sounded oddly distant in the 'Pelican' troop bay, to Simon at least. Three hours earlier, November 34's troop compartment, to the dismay of the Novembers Crew Chief, had been gutted to make room for the twenty five SPARTAN-IV's Operatives and their equipment. Yet it was so crowded with his brothers and sisters, they had to stand for the last two hours unable to turn around, whilst making the last minute checks to each other.

The Crew Chief put a hand to his helmet, obviously taling to the pilots; the other twenty four Spartans noticed as well as prepared themselves as the Crew Chief punched a large red button. A soundless klaxon flashed above the Spartans heads before the troop bay doors opened. Normally, there would be a clunk sound as the magentic locks disengaged but in the near-vacuum of the troop bay, no sound was made. The doors slid back above and below the troops compartment and revealed the black alien 'sky'. Sky wasn't the right term, but it sounded much better than endless vacuum.

To the credit of the Crew Chief, he had only met the SPARTAN's over the last three weeks onboard the UNSC Carrier Much Ado About Nothing and in his defence, he had react pretty well when he met his first augmented payload. However, Simon and the other Spartan's didn't mind when the Crew Chief fished a small camera out of his pocket; Simon just hoped that the Crew Chief would live long enough to show his grandchildren. At the very least, he would be able to get enough internet points on the Interservice Network.

A red light on both sides of the open door flared up, "Ten seconds!" called the Crew Chief. While others made an attempt to befriend un-augmented personnel, Simon didn't bother. The crew that helped the SPARTAN's in one mission would probably be rotated out for a new crew, who would probably be awestruck by the 'green giants of death', making the entire endevour a waste of time. Not to mention the difference between the augmented SPARTAN's and the rest of the un-augmented servicemen, which happily created a divide in almost entire they did.

"Keep it together and i'll see you all planet side," Sinclairs deep voice almost sounded like it echoed through Simon's helmet. Haboured Morality finally came into view, a silver orb against the blackness of space.