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...Operation Phoenix Down... ...Location Planet Ardent IV – CovenantOccupied Industrial Zone, ...Objective Rescue Captured UNSC Personnel, ...Status High Risk, High Reward, The industrial ruins of Ardent IV stretched before Fireteam Havoc like the bones of a longdead beast. The skies were choked with smoke, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning metal. The Covenant had taken control of this oncethriving mining colony, turning it into a fortified stronghold for their war efforts. Spartan Commander Blitz stood at the edge of the drop zone, his orange visor reflecting the flickering fires below. His HUD displayed the mission objective infiltrate the facility, locate and extract an unidentified Spartan distress signal. “Unknown Spartan,” Blitz muttered. “Could be anyone.” But the signal’s code — Sierra Echo104 — nagged at the edge of his mind. A familiar sequence he couldn’t place. Fireteam Havoc stood ready Nova Infiltration and recon, her gaze sharp and assessing. Grit Heavy weapons and demolitions, his grip firm on his modified M247H. Wraith Sniper and overwatch, calm as ever. Pulse Combat medic, scanning the team with a reassuring nod. Blitz clenched his fists. Every mission had its risks, but this one felt different — a tension in his chest he couldn’t shake. “Standard insertion,” Blitz ordered. “We go in quiet, we come out with our Spartan.” Infiltration The team moved through the shadows, weaving between rusted structures and flickering Covenant lamps. Nova led the way, her active camo shimmering. Wraith perched on a collapsed tower, his sniper rifle sweeping the area. “Three Jackals, two Elites on patrol,” Wraith reported. “Nova” Blitz prompted. “On it,” she whispered. Two silent strikes later, the guards lay still in the dust. They advanced deeper into the facility. The distress beacon grew stronger, pulsing like a heartbeat. “This Spartan’s alive,” Pulse noted, her voice cautious but hopeful. “They might be injured.” Blitz felt his pulse quicken. His mind flashed back to Operation Final Dawn — to Tetra’s last moments. He shook the thought away. Focus on the now. ,The Discovery, They reached a reinforced storage bay. The beacon’s signal was strongest here. Grit examined the door. “Locked tight. Standard Covenant security,” he said. “I can breach it.” Blitz nodded. “Do it.” Grit set the charges, and with a muted boom, the door crumpled inward. Smoke and dust swirled as they entered, weapons raised. In the center of the room, chained to a Covenant energy field, was a battered Spartan. Their armor was scorched, the paint chipped away, but Blitz’s heart stopped when he saw the faint remnants of a familiar color scheme — dark gray with explosiveresistant plating. Pulse rushed forward, deactivating the energy field. The Spartan collapsed, but Pulse caught them, carefully lowering them to the ground. Blitz knelt beside them. “Identify yourself, Spartan.” The helmeted head tilted up, and a weak but defiant voice rasped “Didn’t think you’d… leave me behind, Commander.” Blitz’s breath caught in his throat. He reached out, his fingers brushing away ash to reveal the faint outline of a callsign Tetra093. “Tetra…” he whispered, disbelief and relief crashing over him. Her visor cracked, revealing one determined eye. “Took you long enough.” ,Escape and Retribution, “Pulse, can you stabilize her” Blitz asked, his voice tight. “She’s hurt, but she’ll make it,” Pulse confirmed, already applying medgel. “We need to move, now.” Alarms blared. The Covenant knew they were there. “Grit, get ready to lay down suppressive fire,” Blitz commanded. “Nova, find us an extraction route. Wraith, cover our six.” Tetra struggled to stand, but Blitz supported her. “You’re with me.” She smirked weakly. “Just like old times.” They pushed out of the storage bay into a storm of plasma fire. Grit’s machine gun roared to life, cutting down advancing Jackals and Grunts. Nova dispatched an Elite trying to flank them, her knife flashing in the dim light. “Route’s clear to the east” Nova called out. “Move” Blitz shouted. Wraith’s sniper fire picked off threats as they ran. Pulse stayed close to Tetra, her movements precise and protective. They reached the extraction point just as a Pelican swooped in, its side guns blazing to cover their escape. The ramp lowered, and Fireteam Havoc rushed aboard. Blitz hauled Tetra up last, the ramp sealing shut behind them. ,Home Again, The Pelican rose into the sky, leaving the chaos behind. The silence inside the troop bay was filled with the hum of the engines and the pounding of hearts. Blitz removed his helmet, his eyes meeting Tetra’s. She was alive — against all odds. “I thought we lost you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She smiled, weary but unbroken. “You should know by now, Blitz. I don’t go down that easy.” Pulse checked Tetra’s vitals. “She’ll need recovery time, but she’s going to be fine.” Blitz nodded, a weight lifting from his chest. The ghosts of the past were still there, but now, one of them had come back — a spark of hope in the darkness. Fireteam Havoc had grown by one. And together, they would face whatever came next. “We survive. We fight. We come back,” Blitz said softly. And this time, they all would.