"It all Started with our Naval Intelligence.It was unlike any normal Operation,they called in Team leader which at the time was Orion and they debriefed him on our Job.They Gave him the Classifieds and we went on our Way,Or that's what we thought at least"-Shepard
0200 Hours/Sunday January 3rd/New Reno/
"Now Orion,I have told you once already.This information is not to be given to anyone.Not Higher Ranks,not your squad,not even your family.This Information Holds your Career and your life at stake"
Orion frustrated Looks at the large monitor on the wall. "I understand,but I can't keep leaving my Crew in the dark,they will find out eventually and once they do your whole operation is changing"
"Spartan!If you cannot control your crew members maybe you are unfit to lead them at all,if you feel incapable of handling this we can make do"
"No you can't,not anymore.Not with the planet at stake...Ill keep them in silent but once they do find out I wont be able to help you anymore. I'm a soldier first."
The man on the monitor now frustrated as well slams his fist on the table. "Orion,Choose your next course carefully because Naval Intelligence is Something you don't want to get on the bad side of. Am I understood?"
He nods,giving the Monitor a grim look as the transmission cuts off. "One of these days..." he thinks as he begins walking out.He grabs his Dog tags and begins exiting the Board room to the Mess hall where his crew is at. Orion begins chuckling "I always new O.N.I would be the Death of me".
Meanwhile in the mess hall Drake and Shepard are sitting Rambling on about old missions to some engineers at the tables."It was a Brute,bout 8ft tall,Ugly one too.He was Arguing with some grunts and other brutes while we got into position.We didn't understand a lot because most of it was gibberish but once we got a clear shot at them we took it.Dropped a whole enemy brute squad in a matter of seconds" Drake said to some engineers.Shepard just sat eating his food and listening to his comrades story as time went by,noticing the engineers amazement at the stories.
"It Wasn't that fast," he said. "They just didn't react quick enough so Drake here thinks we beat a record or something"
Drake Punches him in the shoulder. "Bullshit,you know its true. You just don't want to gloat."
They laugh and continue their conversation as Clare Sits beside them.
"Is drake still telling the brute second shot story?,"
They nod and chuckle.
"So how's work going anyway?Anything interesting?"
"No just normal medic duties. I did however find a really intriguing toxin from early harvest. I'm doing expeiremets on it to see if it has any better healing factors than what we already have now."
"Sounds Interesting..."
Before Shepard could finish the rest of the crew interrupts.Orion and Smith approach them. "Sorry to cut downtime short but we've got a mission. Suit up"
Shepard,Drake and Claire partly startled begin packing up their food. "Whaddya Mean?We just got back from one a few hours ago,Naval can't be that desperate right?" Orion gives Drake a Mean look. "We leave in 5"
They begin packing up and say Goodbye to the other soldiers before they head out. Clare and Drake start walking towards the hanger and before he can follow them Orion Confronts Shepard. "You haven't said anything about the missions lately. What's wrong"
Shepard stays silent for a second.
"Something isn't right."
"What do you mean?"
"Naval Intelligence. Something isnt right with them."
"Yeah,we all know. Its just part of the job."
"No...no I mean,they've changed. Missions have been going form destroying targets to stealing data. From hits to captures. They're gathering intel and it means something big is coming"
Orion Puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Its Nothing to worry about. Trust me."
Shepard just looks at him and begins to walk off to the hanger.
"You and I both Know that's not true."
He leaves the Messhall and Orion and Smith look at each other.
"Let's Go boss,Don't worry about it too much. ONI will show their cards soon enough"
