Admiral Lord Hood
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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.
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.-
centuries and fed lies, including most importantly about the divinity of your species and the purpose of the Halo arrays. An accord, mind you that was only reached with a portion of their species. The portion that no longer wanted to end humanity. In the end it was through their assistance that -
restrained in the wake of his outburst, but a slight weariness glimmered in his eyes at the Warden's question.

"Humanity reached an accord with those who saw the error of their ways, and were themselves betrayed by our common enemy at the time. They were manipulated into subservience for-
realm of what he figured the reaction would be.

As much as he would have liked to belabor the point, Hood decided to let it go for now. There would be time later to worry about the potential of the Didact navigating whatever Forerunner politics remained.

The Admiral's features had remained-
the galaxy, but the specifics, say why might it compel the Didact to turn himself over, are lost on me."

The Forerunner's rebuke was less sharp than he expected it to be. For as pompous and sanctimonious as their records made them out to be, a lecture lasting who knows how long was more in the -