[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk looked around. Nighthawk: I am going to keep this VERY brief, and very to the point. Now, there are a few new faces around here here. A lot of you people I know quite a bit about, but a few of you never really peaked my interest. The point is...as ffar as people I don;t know like the back of my hand...I have serious trust issues...in more ways than one. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: With that said...the reason you are all here, is because I need your help. Believe me...it scars my pride to say that...and my out of control ego will NEVER recover from saying what I just said...but it is the truth. I need numbers...and I need backup if I do this. What are we doing you all ask? SImple...we are going to investigate and sweep an "ONI" Facility that I am not familiar or was even aware of. Nighthawk put the word ONI in air quotes. Nighthawk: Now...when I say "ONI"...what I really mean is potentially rouge and outside the chain of command. I want to find out what the hell is inside of this facility, and find out if it is being used as a launch pad for counter-UNSC operations. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: If it turns out that this is a legit facility being run by legit ONI officials, and I simply just didn;t know about it...we are going to walk away and leave it be. However, if there is anything wrong with this building...anything at all...if there is even one stone out of place...we are kicking the door down and walking in. Nighthawk paused again. Nighthawk: Now...if any of you ladies lack the testicular fortification to take a risk like this...you are free to get the hell out of my sight, and walk away. We can do it without you. However, those of you that have the added mass most befitting men...then you are to gear up, take safties off, and get into the "shoot to kill" mind set...right now. Meanwhile: Xyrho: I have lookd at your history. I am aware of many of the...more colourful aspects that your culture was used to before you were uplifted. I will admit...there was a certain appeal to it. Xyrho paused. Xyrho: My own culture is very sterile...far too organized and structured. Yours always struck me as more tangible...more rough. Less structure, more spontaneous. More indicative of what makes life...life. Xyrho paused. Xyrho: My views are in the minority...the vast minority. However...they are my views, and I stand by them. Meanwhile: The Trust pelican had departed the Mind;s attrition, and had headed off in the direction of The Ulterior Motive. The Pelican pilot hit the thrusters to full, as the Pelican sped back towards The Ulterior Motive. It was not long before the Pelican had reached The Ulterior Motive, and docked in the hanger bay. Yates had been waiting in the hanger bay, waiting for the Pelican to return. Wen the Pelican ahd landed, Yates circled around to the rear of the Pelican, and watched as the rear hatch opened. Yates: Captain Reynolds, Lt. Commander Cochraine...welcome to The Ulterior Motive... Yates paused. Yates: Don't let the name put you off. It is, just a name, after all... Yates gave a grin. As he did, the Pilot left the cockpit, and stepped off the Pelican. He stood behind Yates, armed with his Assault Rifle. Yates turned his head, and dismissed the ODST with his hand. The ODST saluted, and walked off. Yates looked back at Reynolds and Cochraine. Yates: Follow me...