Skye stepped into the central control centre and took his seat in the central chair.
"Lieutenant, what's the latest?"
Lt: "The Soviets say thanks for the medical supplied, things have finally calmed down on Hoth, there's been a slight disturbance in New York but our Units there tell us they've all got it under control."


Skye thumbed through the reports and put it aside.
"Get me Air Command."
"Air Command reporting Commander."
"I want you to send some fighters to New York, something may be going to happen there and I want to make sure they have all the support we can give them."
"Understood Commander, will send two squadrons of Typhoons."


Meanwhile deep within the middle of no where Strike Spartans were stood within the hallowed halls of the Elvish Court they were stood amoung the Elvish elite Guards.