Chapter 2

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Ark Command Center
14:25 hours

Lieutenant Cortez was cuffed and brought to the Ark's Command building, he was placed into what can be described as a interrogation room he had many questions primarily on how were there still humans on Harvest and how they managed to stay and even build the Ark. He was previously interrogated before and had gotten some knowledge on what Nikkes were and the manufacturers which was called "The big Three" that manufactured them.

Cortez's thoughts: So there's Elysion, a manufacturer that emphasizes on military style things. Tetra which is basically an entertainment company trying to become a semi military company by making Nikkes. And Missilis is ONI ish.

He was then snapped out from his thoughts as the door opened and walked in Andersen.

Andersen: I'm sorry that you had to wait, I do hope they didn't do anything too harsh did they?

Cortez: Nah they didn't, although that twin tailed girl really puts these cuffs on tight.

Andersen then sits on the other side of the table where Cortez was.

Andersen: I see. Well my name is Andersen, Deputy Chief of the Central Government.

Cortez: First Lieutenant Jackson Cortez, leader of 3rd recon from the UNSC Marine Corps. 

Andersen: UNSC? Are you not mistaken or did something teleported you into our world?

Cortez: No none of those, I came here onboard UNSC Destiny. The Destiny departed from Earth just 5 hours with it's destination being here, Harvest.

Andersen: So you are saying that you are aliens? Or are you just claiming that this is not Earth?

Cortez took a deep sigh, he now knew that these people didn't know that the planet they inhabit was Harvest.

Cortez: Sir, if you do not trust me then fine. But what I am saying is the truth, this planet isn't Earth, this is Harvest. A colony world that was found in 2468.

Andersen: And how could that be believable?

Cortez: Look, you sure as hell don't trust me but I sure as hell am the same. If I can contact my superior he can fill you in on the history of what the fuck is going on here.

Andersen: So that a full invasion can begin? That won't be happening.

Cortez: Listen, the UNSC isn't into invading anything unless something happens to me then top brass will authorize an invasion. The ship is in orbit and has almost millions of soldiers onboard, if I can contact my superior I can assure that there is no need for those actions.

Andersen: And what if it all goes south?

Cortez: Then a likely scenario is that an orbital bombardment will happen, cannons, missiles, nuclear warheads and everything.

Andersen knew that the Ark wouldn't have been able to hold off against a more numerical superior foe, he had to either give in or be faced with an unexpected visitor at their doorstep.

Andersen: Fine. But-

Suddenly the alarms blared inside the room as an emergency broadcast began to play.

"RAPTURES HAS BEEN SPOTTED WITHIN THE VACINITY OF THE ARK! ALL CITIZEN AND PERSONEL ARE TO EVACUATE INTO SAFETY BUNKERS IMMEDIATELY AND ANY OR ALL NIKKE SQUADS ARE TO ENGAGE WITH THE RAPTURES!"

The broadcast ended but the alarms didn't.

Andersen: The Raptures? Here of all times?

Andersen then looks at Corte both had a serious stare down.

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