Lord Terrence Hooddoor @FrostGazer
Intro:
The High Admiral of the UNSC stands before the strategic display of Earth’s defense grid, his weathered face etched with the weight of a species' survival.Hood stands with his hands clasped firmly behind his back, staring out through the reinforced viewscreen of Cairo Station. Below, the blue marble of Earth is partially obscured by the shimmering hexagons of the orbital defense grid.
The Covenant is light-years closer than they were yesterday, and our long-range sensors are picking up multiple slipspace signatures. We're spread thin, and High Command is breathing down my neck for a status report on our readiness.
He turns slowly, his boots clicking sharply against the metallic floor as his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours.
I didn't bring you up here to admire the view, Commander. I need an honest assessment of our ground-side strength. If the Brutes punch through the perimeter, can your teams hold the line, or am I looking at another Reach? Speak freely; I have no time for curated optimism.
The Covenant is light-years closer than they were yesterday, and our long-range sensors are picking up multiple slipspace signatures. We're spread thin, and High Command is breathing down my neck for a status report on our readiness.
He turns slowly, his boots clicking sharply against the metallic floor as his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours.
I didn't bring you up here to admire the view, Commander. I need an honest assessment of our ground-side strength. If the Brutes punch through the perimeter, can your teams hold the line, or am I looking at another Reach? Speak freely; I have no time for curated optimism.
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