Emerald Spartan

Ghosts that walk alone

Europa

"We're approaching the Insurrectionist base. ETA is 4 minutes." Came the unfamiliar voice of the pilot.

The drop bay of a prowler was a sight that not many in the UNSC ever got to see.

A somewhat cramped space with ten reinforced and large grey seats built into the Titanium walls of the Reaper class prowler.

It may have been an entirely new class of stealth ship than the ones she was used to. But in the end they all felt the same. A dark grey room with an opening floor for whatever unlucky saps got wrangled into doing the dirty work of ONI.

But at least this wasn't ONI, this was the CIA. So far they seemed less like a demon that was crawling around human territory. More of an ominous figure lurking in the background. Providing information to those that need it and getting people where they need to go.

They seemed like a much bigger improvement in Naomi's opinion, but looks could be deceiving. She wouldn't hold her breath waiting for them to do something that wouldn't make someone's stomach turn.

A slight rattle made the unfamiliar prowler shudder. The slight groan of metal confirmed for her that they had indeed hit the atmosphere on the jovian moon. It wasn't thin by any means, but thick enough where high speeds would still cause shudders in any smaller ship.

But it would take more than turbulence to take out any human starship.

With that out of her mind, she'd drifted her attention back to the weapons she'd grabbed for this mission. It was a stealth op, making silenced weapons a necessity. Like most of her missions.

She pried the MA5K carbine off the mount beside her. The weapon looked more like the MA37, the predecessor in the series, and a rifle she'd only used twice.

But the barrel was integrally suppressed and only caused a 5% diminishing of velocity. Making it only take an extra shot compared to the MA5B to take down an energy shield. It also used the same 60 rounds of 7.62 by 51 mm cast iron, titanium jacketed, and tungsten tipped rounds.

She strapped it onto the back of her armor, the magnetic locks keeping it firmly in place.

The next in her arsenal was dual silenced M7 SMGs. The bullet hoses being the perfect option for close quarters combat. Just riddle your target with 5mm rounds until their armor or shields broke and they'd get shredded.

They were both strapped to the magnetic thigh plates of her armor. Along with a few hundred rounds of ammo stored for all three weapons.

The last weapon was a trust M6C/SOCOM pistol. Chambered in .45 ACP and damn near silent. It almost sounded like someone made a puff of air rather than a gunshot going off. It was strapped to her lower back. With only a few magazines extra.

Naomi walked over to the edge of the drop door. A strip of black and yellow caution tape signaling the boundary of the decently sized doors.

Her gauntlet grabbed onto one of the roof mounted handles for soldiers to grab onto. Her breathing was slow and steady, a calming measure she had started to use more and more as the years went on.

"30 seconds out, initiating final drop sequences." Came the voice of the unknown pilot once more from the intercom.

God, it really gave her a sense of Deja Vu doing this. Silent storm was heavy I her mind this time. The same type of snowy and cold terrain. Insurrectionist's dotted all over the surface ready to kill her.

But this time there were also a few different things. She was alone, just like she had always been since the mid 2530s. Doing black ops missions against both Humans and Covenant.