The Mess Hall was full of Marines and pilots alike, each telling of how they were going to kill the Covenant. It hadn't been that long since the "Formidable" had been separated from the Centaur Battlegroup. But with the Colony Sojourn under Covenant assault, the ship Captain had felt obliged (sp) to aid the beleaguered Colonists.

"So what do you think LT?" asked Fors, the pilot of a Hornet.

"About what Fors?" asked Lucas Brossard.

"The drop, you know as well as I do that not everyone will make it down there" said Fors.

"Well the Covenant isn't exactly known for letting down easily," said Lucas.

Fors smirked for a moment.

"Don't worry Lucas, I'll make sure you don't crash and burn," he shouted loudly.

The usual lines, nothing new, just a routine between us...... big headed fool at the best of time, thought Lucas, smiling slightly.

One hour, that was all that was left until the drop to Sojourn. An hour until many of the people filling this room would die.

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"It is not the enemy's plans I am fearful of, it is our own mistakes" a famed wording from.......... a random ancient guy me thinks <_<