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Calypsa sits in the cockpit, vigorously flipping switches and navigating the ship, as sparks fly. “Good work, guys! The evacuees are safe! Let’s get out of here!” Calypsa begins prepping the ship for hyperspeed.
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“Well, it seems that Apollo and Rose won’t be much use to helping the refugees… Kids.” Calypsa proceeds into the fray, ramming through drones as she takes off.
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((Where are you guys going? There are no OGA ships here yet, and it’s not really about going in them. We’re defending people who are escaping. We haven’t even taken off yet.))
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“Do what you do best… Whatever that happens to be.” Calypsa proceeds to the cockpit, and puts on her seatstraps.
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“We are about to take off. We are in a sub-orbital high-altitude docking tower. We will be taking off in three minutes, and hopefully get support from the local Space Force.” Calypsa winks at Pandora. “Hopefully.”
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Calypsa looks at Katherine, and then the others. “We need to give these people enough cover to evacuates. Yes, this is one ship against 42 OGA Gauntlets and countless fighters and drones. However… Well this is not going to be easy. Geralt, Andaluza. You man the turrets. Apollo, help Rose on the hull. Faye, you come and be my co-pilot. Good luck everyone. And remember, it’s about saving as many as we can, to fight another day.”
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Calypsa responds. “Hello, Jack! No! Things are not alright! We have 7 OGA sub-fleets incoming! Some help would be appreciated!”
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“I was not in control of my actions, Jack! I could only keep him from killing more! Do you know what it’s like, to have all the darkness inside you stab you with a thousand knives? To paralyze you and pull you out of your own eyes?” Odysseus’ face darkens for a moment, but his eyes remain the same. He sits back down in his chair and sips more tea. “You should be worried about Faye. She is dangerous.” Odysseus looks to the side, startled. “You must return to the others. The OGA is coming. I will contact you again.” Odysseus and the room dissapear around Jack, depositing him back on his shuttle.
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Calypsa zooms in on the blips, and they multiply to hundreds. She recognizes them immediately, and calls out on the intercom as alarms sound. “OGA vessels incoming! Prepare to evacuate!”
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Odysseus looks at Jack with sad eyes. “I’m afraid to say, old friend, that I am very real. But you need to stop. I’m not strong enough, not for that. If you come to kill me, I won’t be able to hold Ozymandias back anymore. I can barely hold a grip on him as it is. We are both each other’s puppets, but unfortunately he’s the one in control of my body at the moment. If you come to kill him though, you’ll cut the strings. And then… You’ll all die. Besides, the Keepers need you. You actually have bigger problems than Ozymandias himself as of now.” Odysseus takes a sip of his tea, glancing at a vase of white tulips sitting on his desk before looking expectantly at Jack.
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Calypsa stands up, and proceeds to the telemetry control tower above the primary hangar. She sees a few odd blips on the radar, and zooms in on them with the orbital telescopes.
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The chair turns, and Odysseus is sitting in it, wearing spectacles and a bow tie while reading Crime and Punishment. “Hello, Jack.”
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As Jack flies in the small shuttle, his vision is confronted by small flashes of light. The flashes sputter, and spark by lightning, and then consume his vision as time seems to slow down around him as he passes out aboard the ship and begins dreaming. Jack finds himself in a room, a small office filled with bookshelves and a window overlooking a forest. A figure sits facing away from him in a chair, and the room has no doors.
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The door opens, silently sliding upwards, and Apollo is allowed inside. Calypsa is sitting silently on a thin pad of Kubrite, her legs crossed and her eyes closed. The air around her feels strange, like the atmosphere during a storm, and her hair is levitating slightly.
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((I know nothing about HALO, so… hopefully you have room for improv.))
Ulysses punches a responding message into his arm monitor.
Affirmative. Requesting a Pisces-Class Cruiser for the Mission.
Ulysses, after removing a good deal of his bulky exterior armor, except for a thin layer of electric chain mesh and other joint-locks, puts on a long gray coat and gloves that could easily go unnoticed in any locale. He places his tinted goggles on his forehead and proceeds to the docking bay of the station, awaiting a ship permit.