The Citadel, New HQ of UNSC Militia Forces. The large, empty dark room stood silent. The only sounds echoing through it were the faint sounds of soldiers marching about in the distance. The cold and unwelcoming steel room was lit up with the bright light blue glow from the large computer screen, which seemed to have a spotlight aimed at the centre of the room. The massive, heaving locks in the door slowly began to unlock, opening the tightly sealed security door. Fully opening after a few minutes, a man slowly stepped into the room, removing his helmet as he entered. As he moved, the doors began to seal again, locking with a loud clank. By the time the armoured man had crossed to the circle on the floor, a female robotic voice began to speak. Good day, Agent. I take it that your morning was fine?" "Don't try to be friendly with me, Phyllis. You know why I'm here. I want to speak with the chairman." The voice paused momentarily as the screen before the man began to flash, filling with text scrolls and images as the computer system began pulling up information. Agent York: Terminated Member of Project Indigo. Active for 6 years until he turned rogue and dispatched by the combined efforts of the Proto and Agent Rio. These files say that you're dead, Agent." "Well obviously, those files are wrong. Phyllis, patch me through to the Chairman." I do not know why these files would suggest you are dead. You're standing right- "PHYLLIS. THE CHAIRMAN. NOW." I'm sorry, but Chairman Worthington isn't here right now. He just left for a diplomatic meeting at the UNSC New York Headquarters. "I was promised a personal appointment with him. We were supposed to discuss the incidents involving the Reds and Blues at Valhalla, as well as the fate of Project Indigo." "The Chairman did mention something about that. He said to extend his deepest apologies, but something came up. He mentioned a war of some kind, but he never revealed additional information. I, however, have been tasked with debriefing you on your involvement with the previously mentioned events." "Well, this is just brilliant. Okay, what did you want to know? I didn't prepare for this. I thought I was talking to the Chairman." Please start from the beginning. I want to know everything that happened. "Okay, uh... Well, I guess it started on the day that the Blues were supposed to get some new recruits..." Somewhere on the Ring... "Vi-KSSSSSSSHK-Come in Vi-KSSSSSSSSHK-This I-KSSSSSSHK-Valhal-KSSSSSSSHK-One. Requ-KSSSSSSSSHK-ing the trans-KSSSSSSSSHK-from HQ." "Hey dude, I'm getting a lot of interference over here. I'll try to boost the signal there, please repeat your request." "KSSSSSSSSHK-ing kidding me?! Ugh, Fi-KSSSSSSSSSHK-Come in Vi-KSSSSSSHK- Come in Vic, do you read me? This is Private Dylan Robertson of Valhalla Outpost Number One." "He-Hey! What's up Green Guy? How's it goin' down there at Blood Gulch?" "Its... Wait, Blood Gulch? Are you drunk, mate?" "Ooooh! Sorry about that man. Tons of bases out there in the galaxy, you know? Hard to keep track of'em sometimes." "Whatever. Look, command told me that we were getting some new recruits soon. Any idea about when those guys are supposed to show up?" "Hmm, let's see... New guys, new guys... Ah! Here we are man. Says right here that Blue Base is supposed to get two new guys over the course of the next few days." "Few days? Bugger. I was hoping that we could get them today. Oh well, thanks anyways Vic. "No problem-o, dude." "... Wait, weren't we also supposed to get a Tank? Somebody at Command mentioned something about a tank." "Yeah man, its awesome! Wish I got to test it myself, but I saw it being loaded onto the ship. Looks cool." "What's it like?" "Its uh... Big, and.... Tank-y." "Well, that's helpful." "Dude, its a tank. It looks like every other tank in existence." "Okay, well, thanks for the chat Vic." "Chat with ya later, dude. Vic, out." As the communications line cut out, Dylan took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. The next few days? Shit. It had been almost a month since his last teammates decided to blow themselves up with their latest shipment of frag grenades. Thankfully, Dylan got rid of two completely incompetent idiots in the explosion, but the Blue Battle Robot (which Blue Team named "Leonardo" after they discovered it was made in Italy) was also heavily damaged. Dylan didn't have the mechanical skills to repair the robot, so it was just left to rust until the new recruits showed up. In the meantime though, Dylan had to deal with the Reds. There were four of them originally, but after the Blues stole Mario from the Red Base, there were only three. The three of them were absolute idiots from what Dylan oversaw. The Sergeant seemed normal enough, but he had some kind of an injury that forced him into Valhalla. There was a Specalist who Dylan knew had worked on Leonardo in the past, and then there was the Doctor. Dylan wasn't worried about the doc at all because he seemed more pacifistic then anything else. The three Reds should've been easy to take out, but since they hadn't done anything to provoke Dylan, he didn't act. Now extremely bored and trying to decide what to do next, Dylan agreed on making a bacon sandwich while listening to the radio. Flipping the radio in the Blue Base on, Dylan climbed up and walked over to the fridge just as the song began. For now, all he had to do was wait until something happened.