A Spartan among the Rebels

[Noname: This is some that I haven't done in a while, writing about Halo in general I mean. While I have a few ideas in mind, this one is particularly reoccurring.]

[] This will involve restricted movements, unaware submission, and subconscious attachment. []

A trio of rebel soldiers, two armed with MA5D **** rifles and one with an M45 shotgun, are patrolling Victoria Fortuna. Their base is in the form of a giant floating piece of rock, rich with Titanium, Iron, and Carbon. Heavily, or as the rebellion could afford, guarded by rebel soldiers. 'This was supposed to be a checkpoint, not a fucking gold mine!' ONI has personally assigned you to this mission to confirm that they're using it as an outpost.

Obviously, it is fucking not. Taking cover behind a pile of discarded rubble, you monitor their position on your HUD. Once they're out of range, you make your move towards the door which they came out. A dot appears, a Yellow one for some reason. Hastily taking cover of a stalagmite, it reveals to be a young man wielding a large drill and an M7 slung around his torso. He's having some difficulty lugging the drill to your stalagmite with a message etched on the surface. Jean x Sam forever.

Tossing a small pebble away from your position, the attention of the young man is drawn towards the noise. Sprinting away into the door, you could see a row of lockers labeled with various stamps embedded in it. One of them has a sticker of an antique 'BOOM!' Which might have explosives in it. Opening it, its contents are true to its locker's sticker. A rather neat pile of explosives stands before you.

Examining a few explosions, you went farther into the base with a couple of explosives. Several red dots appear, scattered around the room ahead of you. The plaque with 'Mess Hall' etched onto it reveals its purpose. Another group of red dots appears around the corner, moving towards your position. From what you can estimate, it's around a dozen. With some haste, you slip into a room nearby. One that didn't have anyone. The room is nothing more than a storage room, several crates of put-off things were stacked half-haphazardly.

The additional group of rebels moved into the Mess Hall, their laughter could be heard from here. What to do next?

[Noname: Ha! Finally managed to get some motivation to write! This is rather short compared to what I'd usually write, but it will become longer as time goes on.]