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The Ultra wasn't far behind. Just as Xyrho ordered the two onto the Phantom, he had arrived. "Shipmaster," he acknowledged. The SPARTAN nodded. "Yes sir." He said, slowly backing off before standing, getting as far back as he could. He didn't want to take anymore rounds to the... Anywhere, really. "Perhaps we should shove him out of an airlock," he mused VERY quietly to himself. He obviously disliked Black Team.