[i]"I already did."[/i] The starfighter then follows Jared Grant's ship towards the Infinity after Grant tells to follow him.

The battlecruiser The Glorious Redemption is in formation with the infinity, the sangheili ship watches his every move as the newcomer is allowed to enter.

[spoiler]So this is actually in the Halo universe now??[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Not necessarily, the sangheili have an alliance with the triumvirate.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Okay.[/spoiler] The [i]Rosemary[/i] swings into low altitude over the hangar floor, and its landing gear unhinges as it touches down into the Infinity. The cockpit windshield rises with a hiss of depressurization and escaping oxygen, and a mountain of a man with a large feline companion at his side exit the starfighter, paw and boot striking the hangar floor. The feline, a mix between lynx and tiger with shining white fur striped black and green eyes, pads forward next to his human partner, a 6'4 white man with somewhat long, tussled black hair, blue eyes, and various facial scars. He wears metal body armor painted black and white, a red cape billowing behind him and a gray bandana tied around his forehead. Various utility belts cover the armor, sheathing a chrome rapier at the man's hip, an opal zweihander greatsword beneath his cape, and a mechanized box at his other hip. His left arm also looks to be mechanical, a prosthetic. This must be Bastion. "So is dis where dese real tough nïggas be? Citrus, or some shit?" the feline says, speaking English with a ghetto accent. "Cyprus. And apparently so." Bastion replies as he surveys the hangar around him. [spoiler]Please describe hangar.[/spoiler]

The hanger was well lit, it's silver and black theme denoted its federation roots but the equipment inside was a hodgepodge of cultures and species. Alliance and rebel ships joined their federation counter parts. The elegant sangheili craft stood side by side with the utilitarian federation craft, the foreign alliance ships made the rebel craft look second rate. There were a few people inside the hanger, but robots were the majority of the crew, and as such they were hard a work doing whatever it was they were doing. Crates of ammunition and supplies were stacked neatly on the walls, nothing was left a mess. Doors to the interior of the ship were few, one in each direction, the energy shields of the hanger doors flickered as ships came and went.

Bastion and the big cat go to the interior door directly ahead.

They pass by a few members of the crew, the diversity shows that no single group can wholly call the ship theirs. The interior of the ship follows a similar theme, the walls a polished silver and the floors a dark black.

Bastion looks for any distinguishable characters on the ship, while the cat seems to be looking for females... just females in general.