08-10-2014
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The first to enter the hangar was Hel, stealthed under his active camo. She stayed along the way, away from the combat, periodically stopping behind any objects to prevent anyone from seeing her. She made her way along until she reached the hangar control room that was running the Level 6 diagnostic. She ducked behind cover, staying out of sight. She put up her DMR and swapped out for her sniper rifle. She flipped open the motion sensor to keep her alert of her surroundings. She set her nest up, giving a green light to Thor. She began firing on UNSC marines.
Thor and the rest of Hammer Team entered the hangar bay from either side, flanking the marines. Their hammers were put holstered, instead favoring their firearms. Thor saw the cyclops Nighthawk was piloting. Thor then designated the cyclops as priority.
Thor: "Take that damn thing out, Thomas!"
Thomas put his rifle away and pulling out his grenade launcher. It was as effective as a rocket launcher, but it'd help the Risk Takers damage it. Thomas activated an assisted targeting program for the grenade launcher to help him hit Nighthawk. He began to fire off the grenades from the launcher at the Cyclops from behind.
On the other side, Freyja and Ullr entered the hangar. Freyja surveyed the IFFs of the soldiers recognizing a set of them.
Freyja: "Mitchell, Harmony's here."
Thor: "Our priority should be stopping the cyclops and repelling the boarding parties. Our targets can wait."
Freyja: "Yes Sir. Switching to Pattern Omega-1."
Ullr nodded and both him and Freyja holstered their weapons and pulled out their gravity hammers. They then, charged at the cyclops from behind, ready to strike. Ahead of Nighthawk, with Cam and Dark, was Fireteam Harmony, unaware of their new foes and the rivals. They were focused on firing on the Risk Takers and other marines to notice behind them. A UNSC marine from the beachhead noticed Freyja and Ullr flanking Nighthawk and began radioing his observations.
Marine: "Nighthawk, Sir, two Spartans with gravity hammers are moving in to-"
Before the marine could finish, Hel sniped through the marine's head. She chuckled as the marine dropped.
Hel: "Not today, son."
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