Three days later abroad the UNSC destroyer the Rolling Thunder.

The Phantom had sent out a distress call and they waited for two days floating in space until a passing UNSC patrol cutter found them and took them aboard. They were suspicious of course but after seeing the file they immediately informed the chain of command reaching all the way to Admiral McKnight who made it over there personal to hear of news from the son of Jones. With all the proper paper work Vilan and Aima were clear to live in UNSC controlled space while Yuka and the pilot were given refugee status and were permitted to live in UNSC space as well. Now McKnight was listening to Vilan recount his father's death inside of McKnight's office.

"That's one hell of a story," McKnight remarked. "I truly am sorry for the loss of your father son."

"Now what?" The young Sangheili asked.

"Your father didn't really spend any off his money the UNSCMC had started back paying him and with the 500,000 you got from his life insurance you and your mother are pretty much set for life," McKnight explained. "We will just have to find you a place to get you settled probably far enough away from any main population centers so they don't cause you problems."

"Are you at war with the people who murdered my father?" Vilan asked.

"The Storm Covenant?" McKnight asked as Vilan nodded. "We will be very shortly."

"Then I want to be a marine like my father," Vilan said looking McKnight in the eyes. "I want to join this UNSCMC."

"Out of the question," McKnight said with a wave of his hand.

"Why not?" Vilan demanded slamming his fists on his desk. "I am a citizen of the UNSC am I not?"

"You are," McKnight explained a little taken back. "But according to your birth certificate you are only eight years old."

"But I look like an adult Sangheili in your eyes," Vilan explained. "Plus this is the age where we start our combat training in my culture." McKnight seemed to consider this. "Please."

"Alright," McKnight said reluctantly.

"Thank you," Vilan said. "I won't fail you."

"Hang on," McKnight said. "It will take some time. I first have to forge your birth certificate to make you at least 18 then. Can you read English as well as speak it?"

"Yes my father taught me both forms of your language," Vilan explained.

"Ok I will also give you a fake score on your armed forces exam," McKnight said rubbing his chin. "It will be just a little above passing so it doesn't draw suspicion you'll be stuck with infantry though."

"That will be fine," Vilan said crossing his arms. "As long as I get to kill them."

"Trust me you will," McKnight said. "I'll also have to set up a bank account so you can get paid. Probably a mouth, at least, will be the soonest you'll leave for training. In the meantime I'll find a place for you and your mother to settle."

"Thank you," Vilan said getting to his feet. "My father was right you are a good man." With that he left the office leaving McKnight wondering if he had done the right thing.

Well it appears that Jones's story in over and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. His story may be over but his son's is just beginning and I am planning and hoping to have the first chapter of the next story, The sins of his father up next weekend. So if you liked this story please be on the look out of that one. I would like to thank you all for taking the time to read my humble story and doubly grateful if you submitted a review good or bad. If you have any questions regarding this story or the upcoming one please feel free to message me.