Always By Your Side [ Pt. 1 ]
( I’m gonna break all your fucking hearts if it’s the last thing I do )
The assignment the Spartan pair had been given was…a little strange to say the least. Especially now of all times. Honestly, Alyss hadn’t expected the Insurrection to still even be an issue for the UNSC after the war, but there would always be stragglers, right? Just as it was with the Covenant Splinter Group. But getting shipped out to a colony the Infinity was passing by to snag some tech from an Innie base seemed…so strange to her.
But neither of them were going to question the orders. Anything to get off the damn ship was absolutely fine with her anyway.
The pair was busy gearing up in Hanger Bay A, idly chatting about nothing more than the Insurrection. Turns out Jorge had his fair share of dealing with them when he was around her age. Though he was more used for actual battles between the UNSC and the rebel forces than she was. Front lines, versus behind the scenes.
Again, the Sledgehammer and the Scalpel.
“We can only provide back-up as long as you two go about this quick enough. The Infinity’s not going to be able to stop in the system because it’ll tip the Innies off about what’s going on. Is that all good by you two?”
“Eh I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just make sure the Pelican doens’t leave us behind and it’ll all be good.” Six said, her tone abnormally cheerful. It’d been a while since she’d seen her dear Insurrection troops. Perhaps some of them would even recognize the Demon Wolf who had caused them to nearly fall apart.
Jorge was quiet, loading up the pack he’d always hauled around on his back with plenty of ammunition, some MRE’s, medical supplies, anything extra they’d need for the mission.
They would require finesse for this mission. Subtlety. Six was perfect at that, but the massive Spartan-II really wasn’t. She’d help him along of course. Maybe he’d just be the muscle like always, but he couldn’t come bursting through a door with his mighty machine gun.
He turned a DMR over in his hands and just by the slight sag of his shoulders she could tell he was a bit disappointed. “Cheer up, a medve. This’ll be fun.” Six said, still sounding happy. “You’ll get to properly see the effect I had on the Innies.”
It wasn’t exactly the fact that he couldn’t use his usual gun, it was a feeling in his stomach, making it churn uneasily.
She knocked on his shoulder plate and stuck her own DMR to her back with a nice click. She’d decided to bring the custom one she’d gotten from Comet with her to test it out. Walking past the Spartan-II she could hear their bird on the other side of the hangar warming up. “C'mon, let’s not keep these guys waiting. ONI sent these orders directly, and you know how fucking impatient they are.
"Did they even give you any information as to what we’re supposed to be looking for?” Jorge asked, turning to follow her.
“Not much, just a new weapon prototype they seem freaked out by.”
He was quiet for a second, before pointing out. “You left your shotgun, Alyss.”
She stopped midstep and turned right around on the balls of her feet. He could tell by her posture she was embarrassed.
“Shut up,” She said as she walked by in a huff.
Climbing aboard the dropship, Jorge took a seat near the center, elbows set on his knees and his hands clasped together. His big ass backpack was secured near the cockpit door. Six entered the hatch a minute later, settling into the seat directly across from him. The Pelican’s pilot peeked back at them from his seat.
“All set back there?”
“All good,” Jorge replied.
The vessel gave a kick and made it’s way to a section of the hangar, the station promptly ferried them to the launch bay.
Six was already nearly shaking with excitement.