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"You will take our city back. And drive our enemy into the grave they've been so happily digging. One final effort is all that remains." Terrence Hood | Fleet Admiral | Chief of Naval Operations | FLEETCOM | #HaloRP
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"This is humanity's final stand - here - at Earth. We go we risk everything; every last man, woman, and child. If we stand our ground, we might just have a chance."

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-Admiral Lord Terrence Hood.
-Mostly canon but there will be deviances.
let him in then resume your post. He’ll know you’re out there for whatever this is. Do not rub it in.”

The reply came in the form of a stiff nod, then turned to the door, and opened it. Gesturing for the Gamma to step inside and then took his spot guarding the door as it closed behind Salvador.
that he was none too pleased. There was no time for vetting, the Gamma was wearing armor and they had left things on a terrible note. Unfortunately for him, none of those things mattered to Hood.

With a sigh, he rose from his chair and turned his attention back to Spartan in the rom with him.

“Go
safe to say that the conversation was over. At least for the moment.

Turning his head to the door, he waited for Spartan Dayne to read out who it was at his door. The visitor was about the last person he expected.

“Sir, it’s Spartan Salvador–G262. In armor.”

Hood could tell from the IV’s tone -
The metal clang of an armored fist coming into contact with his door pulled Hood from the conversation he was engrossed in. He had pulled Spartan Dayne away from his post at said door to discuss the GEN3 platform. See how it compared to previous generation. See if it was worth its budget.

It was-
But he needed know. Lives were going to be relying on him.

Admiral Hood rose slowly out of his chair, looking down on him for a few moments, his face unreadable. Then offered him a slight smile and reached out his hand to Jon.

"Congratulations, Commander."
unorthodox. Still it seemed to have worked out rather well for all involved.

"Your actions caught the attention of the Navy Officer selection board. They have decided that the day has come."

Hood knew that it was wrong to play it like this. Especially in light of how he was presenting himself. -
nothing new. The populations response to the aid was different. For a change, they thought that our efforts were adequate. I think I even read some of them rated it as good. That is in no small part because of you."

From what little he had actually read about the escapade, it seemed fairly-
This was not the reaction he had expecting Jon to have about his fathers death. The nonchalant almost unphased nature was very unlike him. Still he won't question it. Grief is different for everyone.

"You're selling yourself short. Colonies experiencing emergencies and the UEG sending aid is-
Per Mare, Per Terras, Per Constellatum.
Outer Colony. Enough heads that even I heard of it.”

Time to begging broaching the main topic.
what I have heard, he did the UNSC proud.”

Despite how much of an empty, polite platitude it sounded like, Hood had meant every word. It didn’t hurt that he and Percy were of similar backgrounds. Military families and all that.

“You know you really swayed some heads with your efforts to help that-
other.

Some level of nervousness was to be expected. Hood was the most powerful man in the Navy, if not the entire UNSC. He hoped that it would lessen as this meeting progressed.

“I heard about your father and I’ve very sorry. I never had the chance to know him while he was still serving but from-
Hood had just finished the last sentence in the memo he was drafting when Jon arrived. What auspicious timing.

Briefly standing he offered a thin smile to Jon and outstretched his hand. “Yes I did, please take a seat.” Once that was all done he retook his seat and turned his full gaze at the -
news in real time.

After all from what he's heard, Jon may be in more need of good news than most.
shortly and that if he was quick he should have time to finish this last memo before they arrived.

Mr. Davies had been ordered to come down to his office to meet with him at 08:30. Hood had kept the topic intentionally vague, if only because it meant that he got to see Davie's reaction to the -
most efficient productive use of his time, repeatedly. Yet Hood could not bring himself to care about their complaints. This meeting was important. If he had to suffer a little more before hand to make it all work than so be it.

Briefly checking the time, he noted that his guest should be arriving-
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Typing away at his desk, Hood was attempting to do the impossible and get ahead on his paperwork. It was mostly because he knew his next meeting was set to put him behind and as a compromise to his aides. They had told him that the meeting was not the-
that."

Unfortunately these decisions aren't only up to him.
once did. Regardless the Admiral approached and gently laid a hand upon one of Chief's shoulder pads.

"Grief is natural. It will mess with your head. You will feel things you'd rather not feel. Distracting yourself will only take you so far. If it were up to me, you would have the time to see-
experience. The war had taken more than it's fair share from most, including Lord Hood. Mentors, colleagues, brothers and sisters in arms. Family. The only time heh ad to grieve was the time the war permitted.

A constraint that no longer hanged above their heads. Or at least not as much as it -
"The impulse to want to run way from grief is strong. I imagine especially so for a Spartan. I'm not sure that giving into that desire is the best course. After al when has a Spartan ever been given the chance to sit still?"

It was clear from his tone of voice that Hood was speaking from-
+slightly, evidenced by his visor following suit, and his shoulders slumped.

His voice was low. "I'm grieving, sir," was his response. While he didn't seem able to describe his emotions beyond that, grieving seemed as apt a term as any. "I need to be back in the field. I can't sit still right now."
Because we blew up his ship and halted his attack. All that death because of one Forerunner. Now you say that the Forerunners will deal with him and expect me to take you on your word that justice will be done? Put yourself in my shoes. I mean you no disrespect but what reason do I have to trust -
humanity survived at all."

His tone hardened as he tilted his head, so he could look her square in the eye.

"There is no such case with the Didact. He wasn't tricked. No one told him he had to compose all of humanity to make it into Forerunner heaven. He stopped only because he was defeated.-