The UNSC Tecumseh exited the slipspace rupture, a green moon orbiting a large gas giant looming ahead. The ship was but a frigate—not as imposing as the Infinity—but it was a workhorse of the fleet. Aboard, the crew manned their action stations like a well-oiled machine. Everyone had a task, each one as important as the last. In a small briefing room, a squad of six ODSTs clad in dark armor stood as the briefing officer delivered the details of their next assignment. “Listen up, Hellju