A radiation? Damn it! The Prophets know where we're going..they've sent a strike team to follow us!
*Darrek pressed buttons on his COM again* Earth, this is Commander Darrek of the Covenant! We are being chased by a strike team after our High Council betrayed us! Requesting permission to land, NOW!
*Static buzzed for a second before a gruff voice answered* Commander Darrek, This is Colonial Tobin speaking..what is your business here on Earth?
*Darrek growled into the COM* Our business is our own..if you don't let us land, this strike team may automatically land and kill many of your people. We are trying to stop them from letting that happen. Permission to land, NOW!
*Darrek waited a response. After awhile, the Colonial's voice came on again* Permission granted. But you damned well get rid of those bastards, or I'l see to it you never see another sunrise!
*Darrek grinned and answered* Understood. Darrek out.
*He turned to the Elite who had answered him* You were wrong, atleast someone was up..good thinking though..