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/Military Calender, Spartan Blue Team//Aboard v-33 Class II Frigate//
//RE-ARM AND ENGAGE//April 3 2550, 1770//

"Comn check, line three." The master chief said through his private comn line with the others of blue team. Green acknowledgment lights winked on the master chiefs HUD on the faceplate of his stander issue MJOLNIR. "Alright Admiral we are good here, proceed." The master chief announced over his comn unit. "Wilco." Admiral Stanforth said as he fingered his pen. "Proceed with stage two of our plans. Lieutenant, begin decompression of the spartans chamber." "Yes sir, opening in tee minus ten." Lieutenant Hall was relatively new at these controls aboard the Frigate. However it didn't stop her progress, she was quick to learn and never backed down. On the Station next to her, Colonel rank two unit 122 of black squadron, watched in amazement as the entire station worked in unison to keep the ship afloat and under control. He was stationed here to monitor the minor radar, however he spent most of his time surveying the room watching everything happen. "Spartans, prepare for decompression." Lieutenant Hall announced to blue team. "Copy that Lieutenant." The Master Chief stirred, it wasn't everyday he threw himself at a covenant cruiser. As the alarm sounded the Master Chief stood, as did his fellow spartans of blue team. The Master Chief clutched his MA5B assault rifle, Kelly stood next to him 'Blue Two', she snapped two M231 frag grenades to her belt and adjusted the SPNKNR missile launcher on her back. Fred next to Kelly 'Blue Three' held a 432 Battle Rifle, along with three covenant plasma grenades. Linda standing silently next to the three, 'Blue Four', snapped a mag into the SR75 sniper rifle she held dead straight downrange, she then popped two LOTUS anti-tank mines to the back of her armor plating. As the cabin began to decompress the spartans knelt, then waited three repetitions of a heart beat, and pushed of the meter-thick armor plating the frigate so honorable displayed, rocketing themselves into the pitch black darkness of space, all eyes dead focussed on the covenant cruiser straight ahead. "Blue Team... Prepare to engage." Three green lights lit up the blackness of space. The Master Chief Felt a rush of pride as they flew do immanent death to anyone other than spartans.