Even outside of Spartan senses, there would be a noticeable delay in the reply. The undecided pause of faction leaders presented with a troublesome choice. With not just the Vice Admiral, but with an entire crew inside of the Everest, there was a lot to decide.
Still, the ship slowly turned, and its main engine lit up at minimum power to ease its speed down, synchronizing it with the rest of the fleet.
Surrender had long since stopped being its captain's final option. But on an alien world, and with a Spartan that had given so much for them, the bays of the UNSC Everest opened to him. Were the Spartan's dropship to venture in, he would notice it sparsely populated. Almost as if only with a skeleton crew.
"Copy that, Sierra-117." The Vice Admiral replied. "Sierra-117, what is the current date and time?"
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Still, the ship slowly turned, and its main engine lit up at minimum power to ease its speed down, synchronizing it with the rest of the fleet.
Surrender had long since stopped being its captain's final option. But on an alien world, and with a Spartan that had given so much for them, the bays of the UNSC Everest opened to him. Were the Spartan's dropship to venture in, he would notice it sparsely populated. Almost as if only with a skeleton crew.
"Copy that, Sierra-117." The Vice Admiral replied. "Sierra-117, what is the current date and time?"