228 had been on his way to the bridge when Alice told him the Covenant ships had launched boarding craft. Changing course for a nearby hangar. [color=Red]"Open a com channel to the captain."[/color] Alice smiles and static comes to life on the bridge of the [i]Trinity[/i]. [color=Red]"This is Foxtrot-228 inbound to the hangar nearest my position. What's the readout on the incoming enemy forces?"[/color] As he walked he checked his shotgun, making sure a round was loaded. Putting it on his back, he draws his katana and checks for wear and tear. Alice talked as he worked.

[color=Purple]"Should have had you grab at least an assault rifle. We'll be fighting in a hangar after all. Maybe just your sniper would have been good, nice range and power, and you're one hell of a shot."[/color] 228 let Alice ramble on with a smile on his face. He wasn't sure what he'd do when she finally went rampant. Before he could get a reply, he heard the characteristic discharge of a plasma pistol from behind him and he rolled to the side, spinning and coming up in the cover of a doorway. [color=Red]"Nevermind, covies are saying hello."[/color]

Alice cut the channel and 228 dove out of cover, rolled into a standing position and fired once, the unfortunate Grunt on the receiving end screaming as the buckshot took out his chest and breathing apparatus. Pumping the gun once, 228 shimmers from sight as he moves forward, his cloaking module activating.