IC: Taylor [Hangar, DAV-class light corvette]
Taylor locked his turret and braced as best he could as the booster frame swung into the fighter bay. There was a sudden, disorienting yank from beneath his feet as he entered the artificial gravity field and the concept of “down” became slightly less arbitrary, and then they were in, surrounded by steel and fire and screaming, dying Jackals.
It was Taylor’s first time inside a Covenant ship, and though he’d been briefed on the corvette’s architecture before the op, he still found it difficult not to gawk. The light was cold and blue; the metal was rich, polished violet. There was an awful lot of clutter for an empty hangar; the floor was uneven, the walls lined with large platforms and balconies. There were certainly alien design sensibilities at work, but even so, the room felt less like a warship bay and more like a luxury observation deck- albeit one where most of the guests were dead and everything was on fire. You go, Miguel.
Taylor’s VISR traced IFF outlines across the hangar as it adjusted to the saturated glare of incandescent plasma. There, a squad of Jackal sharpshooters, scrambling for cover on a balcony; there, a pile of discarded carbines and grenades, spilled just out of reach of Miguel’s funeral pyre; there, Miguel’s body, buried beneath a mountain of the dead. Taylor was surprised to find the fallen Spartan’s armor still registered a power signature- perhaps, when the mission was over, they’d be able to retrieve his body. Get him a proper burial.
It would be a kinder fate than most soldiers ended up getting, he imagined.
Until then, however… he had a job to do.
Taylor’s turret was still spinning. He raked the sniper balcony with bullets, then started hunting for strays on the ground floor. Miguel, he promised himself, would be the last casualty of the day.
OOC: @The UltimoScorp @Vezok's Friend