[HALO: Seventh Cycle] (Headquarters) UNSC Chicago

[Commissar Gaunt]

The UNSC Chicago is the pride of the Battlegroup, capable of taking a lot of punishment with dealing out enough. Here on this ship is where the Council meets to discuss the Fleets' affairs in both PMC and in the UNSC.

 

[Xenthriss]

"Admiral, we're receiving the first chance for a UNSC operation. Seems they're contracting mercs after they lost a couple SPARTAN IIIs on this mission." A crewman spoke, pulling up the details on his terminal "Sir, seems oddly lucrative... and out of place. Black Ops would be better suited to this, although they may just not want to lose any more operatives on this mission. The prize is a prototypical destroyer, one of only two in existence, in addition to several billion in cash.".

 

[Commissar Gaunt]

"Something's wrong, why would they give mercs a prototype destroyer and several Billion?..." Said Admiral Corbec after listening to the potential mission. "They've already sent in SPARTAN-III's and it didn't work? That would mean we're up against some serious firepower..." The Admiral says, thinking about their options. "Lt, how are we doing on Money and Pop. Density?" He asks one of the ondeck officers.

 

[Xenthriss]

"Well, Admiral, we're starting to get a tad too many personnel per vessel. While our agricultural farms will keep them fed, we're running out of housing and our atmospheric systems are straining to keep up with recycling all of the carbon dioxide." The officer responded, pulling up numerous graphs and charts "As for cash... well... we're alright on that, but we're not going to be doing anything special here any time soon. This paycheck would be enough to fund some serious research. That, along with the destroyer, could solve most of our current issues. And hey, more guns; more glory. Right, sir?".

 

[Commissar Gaunt]

"While that's true Lieutenant, I don't want to lose a bunch of ships for some cash and a shiny new ship." The Admiral replied, thinking about this whole thing. "Send out the UNSC Red Horse and the Absolution to do Reconissance on the area, I want to know what we're getting ourselves into." the Admiral orders, as he returns to his spot and looks out on the dark reaches of Space.

 

[Xenthriss]

"Will do, sir." The Lieutenant replied, punching the command into a terminal. "Estimate their return in three hours, sir.".


((Details will be given following next post))

 

[Commissar Gaunt]

"Alright Lieutenant, send their report to my office when they return." The Admiral says, taking one last look out as the Red Horse and Absolution make their way into Slipspace. "I hope we're not getting in over our heads..." He mutters as he leaves the bridge for his personal Quarters.

 

[Xenthriss]

After approximately four hours the report was delivered to the Admiral's private terminal.


Target Planet: Rebel Controlled Colony; "Hellas"


Estimated Threat: High


Operation: Sweep and Clear (Search and Destroy)


Enemy Group: UNSC Separatists


Rewards: $10,000,000,000, Prototype Stealth Destroyer


Notes: The Rebels of Hellas possess heavily-researched "Rumble Drugs" that enhance troop performance at the cost of permanent mental scarring. These drugs remove the body's natural limiters, providing even the most basic soldier the strength of a Spartan III. It is likely this is why the UNSC lost it's Killteam. Completing this contract would gain us brownie points with the UNSC, but would likely piss off the rebels.