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[ Tell me about it. Just act like you were aboard an NPC Pelican the whole time. Backtrack, and start your post from when I had Logan say, "Dust off in two minutes." Or whatever. xd Then continue from there.]

((Fred? As in Spartan 104? He's enroute to New Mombasa aboard the UNSC Dunkelst Along with Spartan 103. Both men have been dropped into different sectors of the city.))

"Shame we can't smoke in these things. I'd kill every Covenant in New Mombasa for a cigarette right about now."
Lipton grunted as he shifted to a slightly more comfortable position. Damnit he was a Major not a civilian! Why the hell did he had to be treated like some sort of VIP medical evacuee? His injuries weren't that bad, a few broken ribs, some internal bleeding, lots of bruises and a collapsed lung that had been replaced with a flash-clone.
"Sergeant, Antares right?"
Lipton hadn't actually seen the man much. Sure he had been present at company briefings and all, but he never really bothered to introduce himself. The reason that Lipton was still pissed off about the Fort incident was that he knew most of the men down there. Hell, Slavik had been his old C.O. and eventually his platoon Sergeant when he became a First Lieutenant. He stopped reminiscing, Slavik would kick his a** if he were alive to do it. Instead, he focused on the task at hand. If the Covenant were coming to Earth, why send a single ship to attack a useless base while the rest of your fleet attacks a city on the other side of the planet? If they had wanted to create a diversion, they could have easily done that. Perhaps the CCS cruiser over the fort had not been there under orders. Was there conflict within the Covenant ranks? He prayed to god that if there was, one side would be sympathetic to the Humans. They needed all the allies they could get. Even if they were split-chin freaks.

Lipton sighed.
"The all knowing, all seeing powers that be decided to nuke a certain fort where our mutual friend was. The ******** also neglected to tell me about it until they had already given the orders to pull out, and they kept me from mounting a rescue op."
He would have made some sort of violent movement, but that would hurt, so he was forced to sit and brood.

Spartan G232: Alex, code name: Caliber. He smiles to himself under his helmet. He felt the tingle in his flesh as the energies flowed through him. He shouldered his weapon onto his shoulder and stepped into the nearest Pelican. He looked over the Marines who gawked, the Spartans seemed to have that effect on Marines lately.

He shifted in his armor as he stood, the Pelican seats not exactly built for the large posteriors of the Spartans. He activated the inter-squad comms "So what is our ETA?" He asked, having been uninformed of anything.

"Copy that Captain, lock and load Marines." He said in his cold voice. His hand pulled the rifle from his shoulder, and his other hand slid onto the bolt, and jerked it back, causing a round to slide into the chamber. He looked around to the faces through his reflective visor, taking note of who they were, and tieing them into his personal communications. His on board computer ran a scan on a simple thought, one thing he appreciated was how fast the new tech ran, and smoothly at that. He smiled under his helmet thinking back to the conflicts he had seen, and those he could only imagine.