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"All units, advance. Find that ... "Spartan", and kill them. Do not damage the armour, Uzira wants it intact, or as close as possible. Snap their neck or... Something. If you have to damage it, only damage their limbs. We need the torso armour, and the helmet." Watching her small specialist team set off, skiing across the landscape and dodging every obstacle, she carefully pulled out her own splinter rifle, and started walking over to join them.

This world was orbiting a star that had died and gone dark, and no longer produced enough light to penetrate the incredibly thick atmosphere of the planet. Even so, without light penetrating the atmosphere, plenty of heat still was, and the world was alive - teeming with life that had never known any light but fire and death. They had forced one of the "Spartans" that their enemies so prized onto this world, and they hoped to finish it off. Uzira would be pleased if they could get a hold of the armour it was using, and would no doubt reward them.

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//Commissar Brigandine and George [REDACTED]

George was a Spartan III who had been stuck on this god forsaken planet for two hours now. Tropically hot to the point of sweat beneath his armor; but survivable, ash stained and Pitch Black... The life on this planet was erratic and his presence was scary to them. The light given off by his helmet either attracted the larger ones to attack him and get themselves slaughtered, or caused the smaller ones to scatter. "Damn. They better piss off sooner or later, I can't afford to remain untraceable through radio silence much longer." He mumbled to himself from the small bunker he had come across from a long since dead family. Peering up into the dark skies through a slit in the stone wall he kept an eye out for any of those damned CMC.

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//Commissar Brigandine and George [REDACTED]

GGeorge scoffed at the bullshit they had transmitted through his helmet's radio tranciever. He remained silent, not broadcasting a response. Pulling his magnum, he activated nightvision and turned off the headlights as he exited slowly through the door of the stone bunker and heading slowly off into the dark and dangerous, ashy jungle of the deadly and strange planet armed and ready to kill. "If those idiots think a Spartan will just 'surrender' they really, really don't understand the UNSC."

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//Commissar Brigandine and George [REDACTED]

Wandering through the pitch black and tropically heated jungle with only a magnum and a silent radio, George kept his eyes keen and his other senses as alert as possible. Halting his movements against a tree, he peered to the side, seeing one of the CMC after him moving out towards his location. It didn't seem like he'd been seen; They were more keeping an eye out than moving in. He waited for them to walk past and he sprang at them. "Take this CMC asshole." He said as he pulled his knife and stabbed at the shields of the thing in the back-area, hoping to do some substantial damage and take it out in a few moments. Probably.

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Brigandine stepped onboard, nodding to Uzira as she stepped by. "I'm sure this won't be hard. The vitals monitors indicate one casualty so far, but we expected that. I'm guessing you brought your personal guard?."

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Uzira stepped down as her shielding charged up, pulling out her oversized splinter rifle. This was her personal weapon - a splinter rifle capable of covering an entire building in the razor-sharp spines. At close range, deadly. "Of course I've brought my personal guard. Alpha unit, you're not out of the field yet, so advance toward the last reported death. Beta unit, keep with me. And use your night vision, damnit. Getting one suit of this armour was hard enough, and we got lucky with that one. This Spartan isn't wounded, so I'm expecting a challenge. Now, let's get going." Watching a full team of 4 commandos step out from the dropship, she grinned under her visor.  This should be an interesting fight. "Oh, and a bit of advice - stick in pairs, it'll be harder to take you both down that way."

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//Commissar Brigandine and George [REDACTED]

George was in an ash filled, dense, warm Jungle watching his step and keeping an eye on the ground for CMC; So he didn't notice the drop ship even though it was plainly obvious in the dark. "Damn it... Where are they?" He mumbled to himself as he kept on forward, his magnum up and ready. "Better to hunt than be hunted." He was going to find a trace of them, and track towards them.