An Operator Named "Sierra" (Halo AU/Arknights Crossover)

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Chapter 1-7: Vertical Extraction Part 2
Spartan Alex-148 looked down with limited pride at the "parting gift" he had prepped for Reunion in the basement of the building.

He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when he executed his plan, though he knew he never would. They would be well away when he pushed the button on this thing. At least he hopped they would. He wouldn't want to be within 100 meters of this thing when it did go live.

However, he wasn't quite finished yet. He would need to do final preparations as they made their way up the building. Of course it wouldn't be easy. They would be making a fighting retreat from floor to floor until they were picked up straight off the roof by these Rhodes Island group's helicopter.

Each floor would be a running firefight and melee and would be taxing for both the Operators and himself.

Placing a hand over his wound, he tried to calm the still increasing pain. It threatened to slow him down and briefly wondered if he had time to take some more painkillers. However, his pondering was cut short when he heard a voice yell to him over the radio.

"Mroz get up here now! They're here!" Blaze yelled into her radio as he also heard her revving her chainsaw both over the transmission and faintly above him.

"Looks like I'm going to have to power through this for now. Just a bit longer before I can get that looked at." Mroz thought to himself as he drew his rifle and began walking up stairs. He would have to finish his work on the run.
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Zima was pissed at herself.

She had been stupid to trust those Rhodes Island people because right now she and the rest of the USSG plus that noble bitch were sitting in an abandoned office at the top of the building while they could hear gunfire and sounds of struggle downstairs.

Worst of all was the fact that that Mroz asshole had taken her axe so even if Reunion did get past the defense team down stairs, she would have no way of protecting herself and her friends.

Right now, the only thing she could hear in the room was the quiet sobbing of some of the other kids and the pained grunting of the wounded RI Operator on a stretcher. She wished that they would shut up at least for now.

She kept her own anxieties from showing.
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Most of the building had been overran.

"Get behind me and up stairs everyone! I'll hold them off for a bit." Blaze said as she came out of the doorframe last of the team. She was busy using her chainsaw... halberd... thing to try to keep them busy in the chokepoint while Mroz fell out of line for a second and placed something onto a support beam in the stairwell before running to just behind Blaze and tossing another grenade through the doorframe.

The explosion caught almost a dozen Reunion troopers in the blast and allowed Blaze to retreat back while giving her some suppressive fire from his M7 SMG. The 5mm armor piercing rounds cutting down the Infected targets in the close quarters and penetrating any body armor they may have had.

However they kept coming as the Spartan and Operator backed up, him keeping up the volume of fire by holding down the SMG's trigger and dual wielding it with his suppressed pistol and her cutting down any that got passed the barrage.

Eventually, both broke out into runs in order to ketch up with the rest of their team. In that time, both gave a small thought to their counterpart.

Blaze, while certainly more focused on her own fight, was still amazed by what she saw of Mroz's combat capabilities. He was frighteningly fast despite his armor, freakishly strong (she would have to put him in the same range as Skadi), and deadly efficient. His fighting style was more like a machine than a person with its sheer efficiency. Close combat with him was also something. While he was certainly not a dedicated melee fighter, he had very respectable skills in fighting and combined with his strength made even fighting some of the other Elite Operators in close combat a close match. However, he was very good at fighting in a team or a pair and even better at watching her back. Her assessment would be that he would make a great Operator and an even better teammate.

Mroz had spent enough time around ONI spooks and spent enough time in combat to know that observing allies and enemies alike was very important. In his opinion, Blaze was a very impressive fighter though a little impulsive and reckless. She was the first to throw herself into danger or at least would if he wasn't slightly faster. He was also sure that she was most likely augmented in some way. He was also able to confirm that what he saw earlier was indeed her attacks being cloaked in fire. Regardless, his final evaluation of her is that she's a highly capable combatant who could probably take him or another Spartan at least for a time.

However, both founded themselves distracted by semantics and returned their focus to the battle ahead of them as they rounded the corner of the hallway into the last level of offices, crawling with Reunion and with the beleaguered RI team taking cover behind overturned desks defending the position in front of the civilians. Mroz made his entry by kicking a very unlucky Reunion crossbowman out of one of the large windows while Blaze decapitated another armored enemy with her chainsaw.

Scrambling behind cover, Mroz looked over to Blaze. "How much longer before your helicopter arrives?" Blaze rolled up one of her gloves a little to look at her watch, "It should be just a few more minutes."

Mroz nodded, "Good, I don't think that we can hold this floor much longer." He popped out of cover with his battle rifle drawn. He fired several bursts, killing at least two enemies with each three round group before drawing his knife and stabbing an enemy who tried to tried to sneak up on him through the top of the head before charging towards a group trying to cut them off from the civies. With his knife held in a reverse grip in his left hand, he terminated nearly two dozen Reunion members in the span of a few seconds with precise stabs and slashes to vital organs, the head, and necks while using the rifle in his other hand to block any strikes that got close to him.

Meanwhile Blaze was currently introducing a quite large group of Reunion to a burning chainsaw halberd. First was a man who tried to breech their line, he was cut diagonally in half. Next was a man who suicidality tried to dive at a distracted Operator next to her. He was impaled with a blade through his gut before she spun it while he was still on the blade again just to confirm the kill and tossed the flaming body into a group of charging Reunion members, staggering them and covering her charge in.

They didn't last long.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team were desperately trying to maintain the security of their position. Everyone did what they could to deal with the increasingly large and close Reunion horde that was bearing down upon them. Swords, hammers, and other melee weapons struck those who got too close, even Schwarz added the bayonet on her crossbow to the carnage. Casters used their Arts to try to reduce their numbers as much as possible. However, there was a problem, Reunion won't stop coming at them. If anything, the horde was growing as enemies poured into the building faster than the team could kill them.

Hopefully, extraction would arrive here fast.
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The gunshots and battle were getting closer. This was very bad.

What the hell were those Rhodes Island people and Mroz guy doing if they couldn't keep the enemy off of them of them for...

Zima ended that train of thoughts when she heard footsteps run up to the door they were behind.

Everyone did what they could, some took cover, others tried to find weaponry of some kind, Gummy even tried to raise her vault door defensively. Eventually though, the door was kicking in and on the other side was a Reunion soldier who tried to raise his weapon against them.

Everyone panicked at first, even Zima due to her lack of a weapon or way to fight back. However, the key world was that he tried to raise his weapon against them, tried.

Half a ton of metal armor crashed into him and slammed him into a wall before he could do anything and then slid a knife into his neck just to make sure he would never get up again.

Looking down as the body slumped down towards the floor, the armored giant turned his head towards the students before be found Zima. He reached up to where her axe was located on the side of his bag, laid it down on the ground, and slid it over to her.

"Consider your weapon privileges reinstated."
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Bursting through the final door in the building. The Operators, Spartan, and Students found themselves on the roof.

Evac was still a little bit out, but they had to evac the previous few floors due to the enemy overrunning them.

The mission status was not looking too good. They were at their last phaseline, the enemy was still coming, and evac was still out. They would have to hold out for as long as possible.

Blaze tossed a colored smoke grenade to let the pilots know what rooftop they were on, snipers climbed on top of air conditioning units and reloaded in preparation for the numbers they would be facing, and melee combatants formed up near the door. Some of the students even tried to fill in where they could.

Then Reunion breeched the final doors.

Mroz emptied the magazines of all of his firearms into the crowd before he realized that he didn't have time to reload and that there still needed to be a dramatic reduction in the size of the the enemy group. He knew what he needed to do next.

Drawing his machete in his right hand and knife in the left, he leaped down from his perch and landed in a group trying to run past his position. The weight of his MJOLNIR crushing one under the weight with a quick succession of pops and cracks as the body deformed under him. He then stabbed with the knife and slashed with his machete at the two enemies next to his landing. They slumped down dead with blades imbedded in their neck and heart respectively.

He then jumped into the carnage around him and tried to take down as many of the enemies pouring through the door. Hacking, slashing, and stabbing, he took down charging men and women with a speed and ferocity that astounded everyone who had never seen a Spartan in action (so basically everyone except for Mroz himself).

While he was doing this, Blaze was busy trying to hold the door against the numbers. While they were cutting down opponents fast, they would need a good opportunity to retreat once the helicopter got here which sounded soon based on the noise of the rotors. Otherwise the enemy would breech through their line and have a straight shot at the helicopter.

They just needed... what was that?

Blaze looked and saw a large brick of plastic or maybe clay be thrown over her head with a glowing control block on one of its sides. She recognized it quickly as C4 or something similar to it and realized what was about to happen and ducked and covered as the explosion rang out, collapsing the she the door was in and sealing the staircase at least temporarily.

Climbing back to her feet in a haze, Blaze looked around and saw the helicopter just a few feet above the deck with the ramp extended. A few Operators were even climbing in as was and their man, Mroz, who was walking up to her and offered her a hand which she accepted.

The banging on the rock and scraping of the attempts to clear the stairwell though showed both that they needed to move as they both sprinted towards the large helicopter that was now mostly loaded with the team and civilians. Making final preparations, the areal vehicle dusted off as the first Reunion members made their entry through the now cleared entrance only to be met with the sight of their targets getting away.

The helicopter flew away and it could be seen that a very large number of Reunion troops had gathered on the ground below it and in the building itself. Mroz huffed amusedly to himself as he watched them teem around an in the structure before holding up three fingers.

It was then that Blaze realized something. He had at the start of their preparations said that he would leave Reunion a "parting gift" and he had placed a very familiar looking brick on structural supports every few floors during their retreat up the building. She soon realized what those bricks were. The same material he used to seal the top of the stairs.

Counting down the three fingers until after counting past one, he formed a fist and pumped it. A series of explosions starting with an extremely large one at the base of the building and a series of smaller ones that went up the entire structure then detonated. The building slid off its foundations before sheering apart in multiple locations causing it to all fall down practically on top of the Reunion army around it.

Mroz looked down approvingly at his handy work, nodded, and said, "I think they enjoyed that gift." sarcastically to everyone else in the transport.
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In the Penguin Logistics van, Texas was trying to save her sanity while her partner and stranger were shooting the breeze excitedly about her weaponry.

"This is a Misriah Armory SRS99 anti-material sniper rifle. It fires 14.5x114mm tungsten sabot rounds from a 4 round magazine. It supposedly has a maximum effective range of 2000 meters, though I've reliably scored hits and kills all the way out to nearly 4.5 kilometers." The nearly blind stranger said while holding the rifle on her lap and doing some basic functions with it. That showed she had a good degree of muscle memory with the system if she didn't need to look at it to operate it.

"That's interesting, I'm a but of a gun nut myself, but I've never gotten that into ultra long range shooting. I've mainly used SMGs and assault rifles for close to medium range work most of my life. I've also never heard of Misriah Armory before. Must be a new manufacturer." Exusiai said excitedly as she got to do the one thing that could hold her attention for more than a few minutes, talk about guns.

They had been doing this, FOR FIVE HOURS! While they weren't looking, Texas had put in earbuds and was playing music on her phone very loudly to try to not have to listen to this. It was like with Dad again.

While her Dad was an overall very good combatant, he was a specialist with guns and fighting at range and had tried to teach her to be the same when she was young. He was a pretty good combat teacher and rangemaster, but she just didn't have what it took to be a sniper though she could still shoot a pistol competently. Probably due to the wrist breaker of a magnum he taught her how to fire.

Luckily, she wouldn't have to put up with this much longer. The Rhodes Island Landship was in sight and only about 30 minutes out.

"Thank God." Texas thought to herself as it loomed on the horizon. Soon she could return to her usual quiet and send that message to her intended target.
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Mroz stood not wanting to trust the seats along the edges of the cargo bay with the weight of his armor.

This wasn't good. His wound was aggravated by all the movement he had done in combat and was growing exponentially in pain which the inability for him to sit down and rest was only making worse.

It was ok though. All he needed to do was to keep standing for a bit longer and they would be there. He could get medical attention and this wound dealt with and the crystal out. Yeah that seemed simple, that seemed doable, that seemed...

Black began to rapidly take up the Spartan's vision as he felt his grip on the overhead hand hold slip and be lost before landing face first on the deck.

Everyone turned their heads to see the giant lying on the floor after the loud thud and several people including Blaze and the medic that had been sent on the recovery mission ran over to assist.

Seeing that he was face down, the medic asked Blaze to help righting the man which was no easy task due to the weight of the armor. However, she, with some help from the medic and another Operator, flipped the man onto his back and Blaze got to work trying to remove the helmet so the medic could get to work.

His helmet resisted all of her attempts to pull it off. Feeling around its base, she found a button or maybe a latch located to the right of the helmet's chin piece. Pushing it in, she heard the characteristic hiss of air escaping a sealed environment before trying to pull the helmet off again, it twisting to the left, and finally coming off with one last heave.

The helmet was a surprisingly heavy thing. If she had to guess, it felt like it weighed at least 40 pounds which when she considered the weight of the rest of the suit, wasn't that surprising.

Placing it down beside where she had stumbled back to and wrapping whatever that other thing that came off with it around her fingers, Blaze leaned forward to see the face of the man that she had been fighting beside for a few hours now though she wasn't prepared for the result.

His face looked around her age and way too young for voice she had associated with it. He had short cropped black hair that was parted to the right and a light 5'oclock shadow over a good portion of his lower face. His facial features looked like they were chiseled out of stone or maybe forged out of steel and were sharp and rugged looking however they were marred by a severe burn scar over the left edge of his jaw and a scar going over his right eye. If she had to say, he was handsome though in the same way a sword was beautiful. It came from the rugged simplicity and the knowledge that it could take an impressive beating and be able to dish it back out tenfold.

She watched the medic check his pulse through the skin tight collar over his neck and check his breathing from his mouth and nose and took a moment to check what that other thing that came off with the helmet was.

She recognized them instantly, dogtags.

XXXXXX
Sierra-148, Alex
055417SII148
AB+
11 Jun. 25XX


Blaze as she looked realized that these tags were intentionally defaced with an "X" pattern placed over some information with a grinder or laser of some form. This made her think.

Just who the hell is this man?
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The Doctor may always be a busy man, though he always made sure that he was there to welcome teams back from missions he ordered them onto.

Right now, he and Amiya were walking out onto the hangar as the transport Helicopter for Blaze's team taxied in. He was about to walk up and say something to them when a stretcher being carried by a loadbearing robot rolled out almost as soon as the ramp hit the deck.

Blaze and the medic running next to each side of the robot.

"Make way, make way!" The medic yelled while Blaze shooed away people who got to close before breaking off to talk with her superiors.

Looking at the robot and medic making speed away from them, the Doctor and Amiya looked back at Blaze. "What was that about Blaze? Was he ok?" The Doctor asked.

Blaze took a moment to ketch her breath and looked her commander in the eye. "It's a long story Doctor. We tracked him from his crash site, found him protecting a group of civilians while wounded, and got him and the survivors out. He collapsed on the helicopter ride over and..." she reached into her pocket and pulled out a blood covered shard of originium out, "I think he may be in the early stages of Oripathy."

The Doctor and Amiya looked at each other after that and while it went unsaid, they both came to the same conclusion. Yeah, that was emergency enough to get that guy down to surgery stat.

The Doctor nodded back to Blaze, "Alright, get your team to debriefing and I'll have someone handle the paperwork for those civilians. In the meantime, I have to go meet someone else. Good job on the mission Blaze."

With that he walked off and let Amiya to help with the kids.

Walking over to the on ramp of the Landship, the Doctor saw a very familiar looking van pull into the small parking area and two even more familiar faces pop out with a... plus one?

"Texas, Exusiai, good to see you two. Who's your friend?" The Doctor waved to both and said in a welcoming voice at the two.

The woman was the first to speak, "Hello, I'm Sneg. They picked me up in the desert after I was injured and said that you guys could help me with my concussion." She tried to step down only to stumble severely, obviously off balance.

Exusiai then filled in for her, "Hey Doc, as we said, we found her in the desert dying of thirst and with some very bad head injuries. We told her you guys could help her out." She placed the woman's arm over her shoulder, "'I'll meet up with you in a bit. I'll take her down to medical."

The Doctor hummed to himself after seeing her armor and said out loud, "Hey, someone wearing armor like that just came in and was brought to medical too, wonder if there's any connection?" under his breath while walking up to Texas.

"So, Texas, anything new?" She looked up at him from her phone before responding, "Not much. Excuse me Doctor. I'll be up on the deck, I have a call to make." Before running off.

The Doctor soon found himself alone again and started walking back to his office, thinking about the oddness of today and their new visitors.
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AN: Sorry that my update schedule was off. I had writers block yesterday and didn't want to rush things. In the meantime, enjoy.

Until next time.
 
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Chapter 2-1: What and Where?
16 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
1800 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Medical Ward


Dr. Kal'tsit was preparing for surgery on their latest rescue at the moment.

From what she had heard, he was wounded, most likely with originium, and had debris in the wound. He had stopped the bleeding with field medicine, but needed proper treatment and removal of whatever it was in there first. Hopefully, if they act fast enough they may be able to save him from oripathy. Unlikely, but possible.

However, something was unnerving the highly experienced surgeon, just how quickly they had had to move to surgery.

When they had placed this man into the medical scanners to try to identify where the object in question was by detecting foreign objects in his body, the system pigged foreign contacts everywhere across almost his entire skeleton, his brain, most of his vital organs, and along regular intervals on most of his Central Nervous System and Peripheral Nervous System.

Even after removing his armor to inspect the wound, they couldn't find much without actually needing to go invasive. His blood had behaved in a way she had never observed before by forming what appeared to be a crystalized layer around the lower area of the wound making it impossible to actually assess the injury without having to cut in.

On the plus side, getting this guy open will mean that they can assess the anomalies that were detected more thoroughly.

Stepping out into the operation room, she began the surgery and progressed through it like clockwork. Apparently, this guy's blood coagulated extremely easily when exposed to atmosphere so they had to be careful as they cut deeper.

Eventually, they found that the debris was a lot deeper than expected and almost on this man's pelvis. They would get a better view of the bone when they got to that spot too so they could see what that reading was about.

"What the hell?" Kal'tsit whispered under her breath as they accessed the wound sight. She was going to have to take a sample and run some tests on this guy before he woke up.
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Texas looked down at her phone while standing on the deck of the Landship.

She looked around one last time to make sure she was the only one up here before leaning over to a wall next to her and sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. She reached into her satchel and grabbed the box of cigarettes, placing one in her mouth and lighting it, thinking on the recent events.

She and her friend had found a strange, very injured, heavily armed woman wearing suit of armor that looked almost frighteningly familiar to something she had seen elsewhere. Said woman didn't give them a real name, just a word in Ursan as identification, and claimed to be working for a government though she didn't say which one. Strangest though was that she used a symbol that she had only seen used by one other person in her entire life.

Right now, she was going to call him and ask him if he knew anything about this. Hopefully he would.
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17 Nov. 2555
0823 Hours


The Doctor was having a hard time right now understanding what his normally stoic and passive-aggressive Head of Medical was trying to tell him as she launched herself into a caffeine fueled tirade at nearly four times her normal speaking cadence.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, please calm down." He tried to reassure her, "I'm not going anywhere so just slow down a little and say what you will at an understandable pace." He held up his hands and gestured for her to tone things back just a little.

Almost as soon as he had gotten to his office this morning, she had slammed in through the door, not even bothering to knock. The suddenness of it all almost causing him to fall out of his seat. Ever since, she had been trying to half stammer, half scream her way through what looked like a 100 page report on her tablet that based on the coffee stains on her lab coat and very dark circles under her eyes, she had stayed up nonstop typing up. He had only managed to understand some of the words she had said such as
ceramic ossification, and super-myelination mainly due to being an experienced physician among many other things.

Kal'tsit took a deep breath and then another before breathing in one last time and looking the Doctor dead in the eye.

"Doctor..." She managed to get out coherently, though still extremely quickly, "The man Blaze's team recovered is human, but also something far more." She placed the report down on the table and the Doctor flipped through it.

Even what he saw on the brief flip through was something amazing.

His eyes were surgically optimized and had his retinas reversed with an engineered nearly optically perfect lens placed over the eye allowing for dramatically improved eyesight and nearly perfect night vision. His entire skeleton had advanced bone grafts placed over them made out of nano-reinforced Boron-Carbide (AKA, the thing they make body armor out of) plates that had grown into the bones, creating an exponentially stronger skeleton that was practically unbreakable. His nervous system had been infused with nanoparticulate superconducting materials that would allow for signals to be passed down the system significantly faster than normal, about 300% faster from Kal'tsit's estimation. He also possesses drastically different biochemistry in his muscles which has resulted in muscles significantly denser and thus stronger than a normal person.

Two final points drew the Doctor's eye though.

This man did not have a natural heart and had significant reconstruction of his nervous system.

His heart appeared to be made out of an unknown polymer that was chemically similar to that of normal tissue. However, it was slightly larger, significantly stronger, and overall more powerful and efficient than a normal heart.

Meanwhile his nervous system seemed to have had very significant surgeries preformed on it over the span of several years to seemingly repair it with various implants being placed in and along it. Their purpose was currently unknown.

The Doctor looked up to Kal'tsit as she was leaning over his desk.

"Doctor, he is genetically human, but been engineered to go far beyond what should be naturally possible." She started while she leaned back and started pacing. "This man has become something so far beyond normal that I'm drawing a blank on what to call it. However, at the same time the sheer danger of these operations is so great that no sane individual should ever do it. I've annotated every single one of the many MANY ways this man's life could have ended tragically on the last page. Doctor, I need to study him!"

Watching her begin to rant incoherently, he could only look down at the paper and realized two things.

First, he would need to go talk to these two especially if the girl is anything like their man. He should probably bring Amiya too. She's good at getting information out of people and he had a feeling that they wouldn't willingly talk about what the hell they were.

Second, whoever made this man was either the greatest doctor to ever live, the craziest mad scientist to ever live, or both.

"Oh wait, Kal'tsit..." He interrupted her, "Did you confirm if he was infected or not?"

She froze and her eyes went wide. "I don't... know."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW!"
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Spartan Alex-148 awoke slowly in a brightly lit room.

From the sterile smell in the air, the white everywhere, and odd feeling of the bed, he knew instantly where he was. A hospital.

A hospital meant a few things. First, he was safe for the moment and that his wound had been treated. Second was slightly worse.

He had no clue where the hell he was. While he was most likely with those Rhodes Island people, that didn't exactly narrow things down much. He didn't know where on the planet he was, what planet he was on, where he was in the galaxy, or even if he could regain contact with the UNSC.

He slowly began sitting back up and began forming plans when he heard a very familiar Russian accent off to his side.

"Took you long enough to wake up." Looking at the source of the voice to his left, he saw his partner for the first time in days.

"Good to see you too Sneg." he said with a warmness seldom associated with Spartans. "So what happened to you?" He asked while pointing at the dressing on her headwound.

"Fell a few kilometers at near hypersonic speeds and my chute opened late. I landed hard and slammed by head into a rock hard enough to give me a knock on the head." She air wrapped her knuckles on her head and began explaining her ordeal in the desert and meeting the two women in the van.

In return, Mroz began explaining his own (mis)adventure in Chernobog. Before long the two were back to their normal selves when it was just them. Laughing at dry jokes, recounting some old stories, and almost being siblings with each other.

"You dropped that building on them? Just like on New-Kyoto again." Irina chuckled as she recalled the image of her teammate handing from the 100 foot cable on the back of a Pelican blazing away with a rocket launcher while...

"I thought we agreed never to talk about that op again?" Alex shot her an annoyed, but amused look while shaking his head, "I mean, what's up with you and getting bumped in the head so hard you need to get you ass pulled out? Remember..."

"He hit me with a Gravity Hammer you damn ublyudok." Irina looked almost embarrassed while looking down.

The two could drive each other crazy, but they would always be there for each other.

It quickly stopped when they heard some knocking on the door.

"Hey, Mroz you in there?" A familiar voice asked from out in the hall.

"Yeah." Alex said after shifting back into his Mroz persona.

Blaze walked in and she appeared visibly awkward like she was unsure of what exactly she was doing. "So um... I just wanted to say a few things. First, here's your dogtags back." She tossed the small ovular titanium disks over to the man which he caught surprisingly easily for someone who had only been up for a few minutes. "Second, and well third, just wanted to come check on you. You took a bit of sudden trip back on the helicopter and I heard they rushed you almost straight into surgery so I just wanted to check in when you got up. One last thing, I just want to say that I owe you for back there in Chernobog. Hope you two do fine."

She began walking out though stopped right before exiting the door, "Oh wait, one more thing. Your armor and weapons are down at the armory. Just find me when you two get back up to get it back for any reason."

The door closing, Alex took note of the silence and looked Irina who looked like she just saw a ghost.

"Was it just me, or did she have cat ears and a tail?"

"Didn't I tell you that part?"

"No."
 
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Chapter 2-2: Unexpected Information
16 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
1803 Hours
Tera


On a sizable property in a Northern mountainous area sat a quaint, rustic wood home.

It had been built by one man 22 years ago trying to build a place for his now late wife to run from her past and a safe spot for their daughter to grow up away from it. Unfortunately, she got herself stuck into that herself though had climbed out recently. However this was beside the point.

Right now, the man who had built it was sitting in the small garage at a work bench cleaning a large semi-auto pistol. A beer next to him and a cigar sitting firmly in a ash tray next to his vice. Currently he was polishing the slide when his phone rang and he smiled faintly when he saw the caller ID.

"So how's my Little Rose doing?" The man asked to young woman on the other end as she huffed a little at her old nickname.

"I'm doing fine, Tinman." He smirked when he heard his daughter call him by his.

Shifting his legs up onto the bench and holding the pistol over his stomach he finally properly greeted his child on the other end. "Been a while Abbigail. I know that tone. Did something come up?" As he had asked, he was familiar with the tone his daughter was speaking in. She used it whenever there was something she couldn't explain and just needed someone to talk to.

"Dad... I'm not sure how to say this, but I saw something you need to take a look at. I'll send you the picture." Removing the phone from his ear, he looked at it just in time for him to catch the notification of his daughter's message and looked at it. It was a symbol he was very familiar with, but hadn't seen much in decades.

A minimalist image of an eagle perched atop a globe. Wings outstretched in a gesture of protection and aggression. On the bottom of the globe was a banner with four very familiar letters on it.

"Abby, where did you see this?" He took his legs down from the bench and placed his M6D Magnum down on the table next to its twin.

"Newcomer. She had armor like yours and we picked her up injured in the desert. We're at the Rhodes Island landship right now." His girl said in a tone that sounded like she was questioning (and slowly realizing) why he was asking.

"Thanks Abbigail, I'm just going to say that I'll see you soon. Love you." His daughter then hung up.

Standing up from the work bench, he took a look at the back wall to the garage/work shed he was in at the tattered United Nations Space Command flag he has pinned over the stand he kept his MA5 and M90. He had a feeling that he should bring them with him as he walked past to the shelf he kept his old armor on. He hadn't worn it in a few years, not since he "absolved" his daughters debt to allow her to get out of her then predicament, though he made sure it was always in working order and he could still fit in it.

He would be needing it on this mission and he would need to call in a favor with that pilot he knew.
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17 Nov. 2555
1002 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Doctor's Office


The Doctor sat at his desk, in his hand was the tablet Kal'tsit has written her report on.

In the few hours he had been reading the report in, he had come of the same conclusion about this man as her. Something was very strange and unnatural about him. Not just his augmentations which he was still convinced must have been the work of some mad scientist, but due to the report from his Oripathy tests.

Kal'tsit was right, he didn't know what was happening with those and he was considered the world's foremost Oripathy expert.

This man had a Crystal Assimilation Percentage which was normally a telltale sign of Oripathy (at around 4%), but there was something that put that into doubt. He had practically no Blood Originuim-Crystal Density. His was somewhere in the range of 0.0001-0.0002u/L. They just didn't even have machines precise enough to gauge numbers that small. Strangest of all was that his density, wasn't rising at all.

That was the biggest shock for the Doctor. This man's blood had unknown components in it that appeared to be subcellular that latched onto the Originium crystals in it and built a self contained shell around it out of what appeared to be Titanium nanoparticulates with a reinforced crystalline structure.

This was just further confirming his mad scientist theory. Nature just doesn't work that way. However, at the same time, this thing may be the key to Rhodes Island's mission. While this man's body (so far) doesn't seem like it can neutralize the already crystalized tissue, it was able to stop and stabilize the spread. If they could find out the cause of this man's seeming natural stability, they may be able to develop a long term treatment that could end Oripathy's 100% mortality rate or maybe even create a true cure for the condition.

His thinking was interrupted though when he heard a knock on the door to his office. He told whoever it was that it was open and was greeted by Amiya walking in.

"Doctor, you said you needed to see me. Is there something I can help with?" She asked while giving him a warm smile.

"Ahh, Amiya, you're here." He began while standing up from his desk and putting the report down. "Did you hear anything about our two new visitors?"

She answered with a simple "No" before shifting her posture and walking over to a chair. "All I've heard is that two people in armor were recovered by Rhodes Island at roughly the same time. The woman recognizes the man and claims that she's his teammate and has refused to be moved from his side leading to me filling out the forms for her to be put in the surgery recovery room so that the medical staff will stop complaining. Dr. Kal'tsit pulled an Origium shard out of the man last night and he's made a remarkably quick recovery from surgery. That's about all I know" She shrugged at that.

The Doctor walked over to the wall and leaned against it. He tried to think of how to say this. "Amiya, these people aren't normal. Anywhere near it in fact." He leaned forward a bit and continued, "I'm suspicious about them. It's not that I think they're bad people. The man, Mroz as he calls himself, obviously went out of his way to save civilians and assist out team and the woman will follow him. I just think we need to know more about them for now."

"Alright then Doctor. You need someone to help with an interview or interrogation then?" Amiya asked, unsure of what exactly he needed her help with.

"Yes, but also a bit more." The Doctor walked back over to behind his desk and sat down again. "I doubt that they'll willingly tell us much. We've seen they're type before and they tend to stay quiet. That's where you come in." He pointed at her. "Remember that Art you demonstrated that allowed for you to see peoples' memories? When they walk in, I'm going to have them shake my hand then yours and that's when you do it."

Amiya looked at him wide eyed, "Doctor, I don't think that that's well... ethical. I don't like having to violate the privacy of other peoples' minds."

The Doctor thought about that, it was really fucked up when he thought about it. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but maybe there was a compromise.

"How about this Amiya, you still look into their minds and I leave what you'll be willing to tell me up to your digression. How does that sound?" He said as he got up again and began walking towards her.

"I'm still not sure Doctor, but if we need to do this, it would have to be that way." The Doctor put a hand on her shoulder as she gave him a light smile.

"Atta girl. Remember, you won't have to tell me anything you don't want to." The Doctor have her a light ruffle on the head too before walking back over to his desk one last time and picking up the tablet.

"Before you go though Amiya, I want you to take a look at this." He handed her the devise, "This is everything Kal'tsit learned about the man during her medical survey. I have a feeling you'll find it interesting."

He then spent a good amount of time watching the Cautus read the report, having reactions very similar to his own as he read until her eyes went wide towards the end.

"Um... Doctor, what does this mean by 'Infection can be presumed to be naturally stable'?" Amiya looked up slowly with a look of shock on her face.

"I'm not sure, I don't even know what to tell him."
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20 Nov. 2555
0734 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Medical Ward
Recovery Wing


Spartan Alex-148 was a little happy at the moment.

At least he could finally walk now.

To backtrack a little, after his surgery he wasn't cleared to walk and having experience with movement after open chest surgery, he knew why. Recently, he had been declared to have undergone enough enough healing to be back on his feet again.

He had to get used to walking again, but at least this wasn't the first time he's had to. It was nowhere near as bad as it was coming out of decades of cryo and full reconstructive surgery of his cardiovascular system. That took him almost a year to recover and then two more years of full rehab and retraining after words.

Anyway, Blaze had helped them out again by getting them some clothes. They were about a size and a half too small, but apparently average height and body build here were different and significantly smaller here. Here...

That made him really think. Him and Irina had been told by the Rhodes Island staff that they hadn't ever heard of the UEG, the UNSC, the CAA or any other governing body they were agents of. They didn't even recognize ONI and thought they were talking about a race when they brought it up.

He had a bad feeling about this, they weren't going home for a while, if at all.

Alex had heard that during the First Interstellar War, ONI had ordered that any Spartans who were KIA were to be listed as MIA as propaganda pieces to boost UNSC morale during the conflict. Spartans never died, they just went missing in action.

He never thought it would be so literal for GROM.

Anyway, in order to keep incidents down and since they weren't officially part of Rhodes Island, they had just been allowed to bunk in RI's medical for now until something could be worked out.

"What do you have there Sneg?" He asked his younger partner as she scrolled down a tablet in her hands.

"Managed to borrow this from one of their Operators, I've been learning about this place and it's pretty interesting." Alex looked at her a little disapprovingly, knowing exactly what she meant by "borrow." At least it would eventually find its way back to its original owner though. She had a weird interpretation on property regulations.

"Alright let's hear it. What have you learned?"

Starting off, she leaned back on the bed she was sitting on. "Well, those Reunion guys you and Blaze fought were apparently once a civil rights group that went radical recently. They fought for the rights of those infected with some condition called Oripathy. From what I've seen it can best be described as bullshit rock cancer. Those crystals that they use to power everything apparently can cause some severe health problems from prolonged exposure."

She continued after scrolling down, "Apparently, Oripathy is highly contagious in the later stages and since there is no known cure, the infected aren't exactly treated all that well."

"Ahh..." Mroz nodded his head back, "Once a well intentioned peaceful group turned into a terror network that has caused far more damage than they ever were in position to repair. We've heard of that one before." They really did. Many Insurrectionist groups started as legitimate political protest movements before they went radical and started dropping nukes and nerve gas on civies. Then there were the various Covenant Supremacist movements within and outside of UEG space with the Covenant warlords and refugees in Human space which didn't help anything. Normally, he tended to not think about the politics of terrorism. He was trained to solve these problems violently, not politically.

Mroz kept listening to the various bits of information that his partner had found as a background for his experimentation with walking again. Luckily, he was soon on his feet like normal.

A knock on the door and a nondescript Rhodes Island staff member was their next distraction.

"Excuse me, but I've been ordered to take you two to the Doctor, he wants to talk to both of you."
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AN: Points if you got the reference for the first nickname.

As usual, feel free to comment.

Until next time.
 
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Chapter 2-3: A Doctors Appointment
20 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
0802 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Doctor's office


Spartan Alex-148 felt relieved when the Doctor finally opened the door to let him and Irina in.

After being told to meet with him by an RI staff member, he had been waiting for somewhere around 20 minutes for the Doctor's previous appointment to leave. Finally, the door opened and he watched a blue haired woman with a reptilian tail and what he swore were dragon horns quickly walk out and the opposite direction to the members of GROM.

Alex sighed quietly with himself, it was going to take a long while to get fully used to all this.

Walking into the room, he and Irina were greeted by a surprisingly normal looking office. The Doctor (the unofficial leader of Rhodes Island according to Irina's research) was currently sitting down behind a very expensive looking wood desk that looked hand made with a matching set of wood shelves behind him. He was wearing a black hooded overcoat over white clothing with the hood down and his almost ubiquitous mask off.

This revealed him to be a man without any obvious inhuman features with an average complexion, average face, and average build. Almost the perfect definition of an everyman. He looked to be in his mid/late 30s with blond hair that was starting to grey and a pair of sharp blue eyes that Mroz and Sneg soon found themselves looking into as he looked up from filling out something.

"Ahh, Mroz and Sneg, out two new visitors to Rhodes Island. You can just call me the Doctor." He offered his hand to take and both Spartans shook it in turn. "Now meet my number two, Amiya." He gestured over to the second individual in the room as both Spartans looked over towards her.

She was a short girl with rabbit ears (at this point the Spartans were just sort of accepting this sort of thing). She had a head of chocolate brown hair and a pair of innocent bluish green eyes. While her age and very innocent and welcoming demeanor originally were off-putting to them, there was something they couldn't explain about her that made them not question her capabilities, like there was something else, something very powerful about her.

Mroz offered her a quick nod of acknowledgement before shaking her hand while Sneg gave her a friendly smile and a polite greeting in Russian before shaking her hand. Sneg must have squeezed a bit harder than she should have, something she does a lot when giving handshakes, because Amiya's eyes went wide with shock and she keeled over a little clutching her hand. Sneg immediately moved to help her.

"I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" The Russian woman asked the rabbit girl with a regretful look on her face. She always was the more social of the two and the more emotional too.

"Yes, yes, I'm ok." She said while shaking her hand off. "Thank you for the concern Miss Sneg, but I'm fine. It just hurts a little." She thanked Sneg for her concern before looking back to her superior. "Doctor, I'm going to put some ice on this. I'll see you later." She said politely while walking out the back of the office.

While he wasn't completely sure, Mroz could have sworn he heard something else in her voice.

"I'm sorry about that Doctor." Sneg tried to apologize before it was dismissed by the Doctor.

"No, it's fine. I'll have to check in with her again later." Looking back at the two guests, he gestured towards the open chairs in front of his desk, "Please, sit down."

Accepting his offer, both Spartans moved towards the seats and Alex took the time to examine the room farther. It was a good sized office that was starkly minimalist with the exception of what was on that shelf behind the man in front of him. The shelf was full of various interesting objects. Some framed items including several degrees, a broken sword, some very old looking artifacts, and a stone slate with... that's impossible.

"Umm, Mroz. Are you there?" The Doctor asked trying to regain the man's attention.

"Sorry Doctor. Just looking at your collection back there." Was the response. The Doctor huffed a little, rolling back his chair a bit and turning in the seat to look at it.

"Yeah, I know the feeling." He picked up the slate that had dominated Mroz's attention. "I barely remember most of this stuff. I accumulated most of it before my little amnesia incident. I do remember this one vaguely. I've always had a side project in prehistoric archeology. It's fascinated me both before and after my amnesia and I remember finding this back in college at a dig site on one of the oldest known societies in history." Placing the slate back down again, he looked back over to the two.

"Now, I don't want to bore you two so I'll be direct. What exactly are you two?" He then grabbed something from a drawer of the desk and placed it down. It was a tablet that Irina grabbed and began flipping through. She realized quickly what it was and poked her partner to get his attention.

"Mroz, this is an overview of your augmentation." She whispered, surprise evident in her voice. "Yeah, and there's yours too." Mroz responded as he read the second half that seemed less detailed. Most likely after her tests of the last few days. Both Spartans began looking at each other and subconsciously began forming a plan to take action. Violent action. However, Mroz, ever the level headed individual realized this and used the complex network of body language and looks that Spartans had developed in MJOLNIR to tell Sneg to stand down. She had a feeling that she knew what he was going to do.

"Doctor, what we're about to tell you is classified and normally above what we have the authorization to tell you about. However, considering our circumstances, we're going to give you a somewhat sanitized and abridged version of the story." He held up a finger though before the Doctor could respond, "Just know this though, if you blab any of this information, it would most likely end with both of us being dishonorably discharged and with life sentences possibly on death row and you being hunted by one of the most ruthless organizations to ever exist at best."

The Doctor nodded, "Alright, I understand."

Mroz began almost immediately began a story that enthralled and fascinated the Doctor. A government teetering on the verge of civil war needed an effective and efficient solution to neutralizing terrorist cells before they could become a major issue. After examining many options for a solution, they settled upon the work of a young scientist by the name of Catherine Halsey and her program to produce the perfect soldier. This would become known as the Spartan II program (he had no clue about any of the details or if there even was a Spartan I program) and Mroz was a member of that batch of soldiers.

However, eventually the war they were preparing for came around and the necessities of conflict meant that they needed more soldiers, soldiers who were less expensive. This led to Sneg's program, the Spartan IIIs. They were less expensive and sacrificed some capability for numbers, but they were still effective on the battlefield. Specifically, Sneg was from the second batch of Spartan IIIs, Beta Company.

"Alright, that explains some of your augmentations, but not those microparticulates in your blood or those implants in your nervous system. Mind telling us about that?" The Doctor said while pointing towards Mroz.

"Well, that part came later. After my original augmentations, I suffered from severe cardiovascular problems which led to me being put on ice until they could medically solve the issue. Around then, I was selected as a testbed for some advanced new systems designed to combat biological and chemical warfare. Those blood cells are technically specialized nanomachines designed to isolate harmful pathogens and chemicals in a nonliving containment systems in order to prevent the spread and those nerve implants are designed to allow my nervous system to be compartmentalized in order to circumvent damaged sections due to a nerve agent attack." Mroz responded matter of factly. He didn't want to tell the Doctor about their purpose as countermeasures against the Flood. He didn't need to know.

"Well, I guess that makes sense. Now, there's something I want to speak with you alone with. Sneg, if you wish, you may step outside." With that, the woman stood up, whispered something to her partner, and gave both of them a quick wave bye as she walked out the door.

"Doctor, what is this about?" Mroz asked incredulously.

"I'm sorry Mroz, but this is a highly sensitive matter that I wanted to bring up privately with you." He leaned back and had an almost regretful look on his face. "What do you know about Oripathy?"

Mroz leaned back in his seat, "Well, I know that it's an extremely bad condition with a 100% mortality rate and entails a lot of, for lack of a better word, body horror."

The Doctor nodded, "Well, yes. It's caused by unprotected exposure to Originium where the body starts to assimilate and turn into the crystals until either total organ failure or extreme body crystalization. It's not a pleasant way to die. Luckily, Rhodes Island is the world's leader in the treatment of the condition and work on a cure."

Mroz gave him a confused look, "Doctor, where is this going?"

"Well..."
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Amiya was currently sitting in a sideroom behind the Doctor's office.

She had lied, that woman, Sneg, no Irina, hadn't crushed her hand. That was just her excuse to leave. What did hurt was when she finished processing the memories from the first one, Alex.

Oh God, their lives, they made her want to just run up to them and tell them that she was sorry for all they had to live through. No one should have to live through that.

Her thinking was interrupted when she heard the door open and the Doctor walk in, putting his signature mask back on.

"So Amiya, anything you want to say?" He asked.

She thought about it for a second, "They were telling the truth, but not the whole truth."

She continued to stare down at the table, two images sticking in her head.

One, a young boy struggling against black clad men who had invaded his room and home and watching them place an identical stranger in his bed while placing a rag over his mouth and injecting him with something numbing in the arm.

The other, a young girl hiding in a burned out church staying by the bloodied remains of her family, calling out for help while trying to power through the pain of the severe burns on her legs and arms.

She was going to be taking a cold shower tonight.
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Irina watched as her partner walked out of the office.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"So, did you see that Mroz?" She tried to ask him though he remained silent as he walked. Head straight forward.

"That slate, it had fucking Forerunner glyphs on it."
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AN: Sorry for the late upload today, I had limited time due to session zero of a game I joined.

As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.

Until next time.
 
Chapter 2-4: Getting Used to It.
21 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
0632 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Weight room


Blaze walked into the weight room.

One thing about her that most don't believe is just how much she trains and works out. Most people think she's lying when they hear that her normal daily workout is 6 hours total. Well, those people were wrong.

For the usuals of Rhodes Island's weight room, they knew that she was always the first one in there in the morning and normally one of the last ones out. Or at lest she would have been today if it wasn't for the characteristic clinking of equipment in use.

Placing her bag down near the entrance and carrying her towel with her, Blaze peaked into the room to try to see where the noise was coming from. At first, all she saw were rows upon rows of unused equipment before rounding a corner and spotting movement at the end of the bend in the room. Someone was on the bench and, well, bench pressing.

"That's odd, someone beat me here." Blaze thought to herself as she approached trying to see exactly who else was in here. That skin tone and those surgical scars looked familiar though she couldn't exactly tell from the angle. It was then that it hit her, that was Mroz.

That was even more odd. Since his arrival here, the giant of man had barely left the medical ward. Sure, at first it was mainly due to not being able to walk, but even after that, he practically never left his temporary room and when he did, it was always with his partner. Right now he was alone. This tipped her off that something was wrong.

As she got closer, she could see the weights he was lifting and was impressed. Assuming his bar was symmetrical, he was benching 900lbs. She had seen his strength in action before, but she had assumed it was mostly due to that armor. Seeing this made her think that while the armor did significantly support his strength, it was still his strength that was behind it.

"Hey, that some impressive weight you've got there." Blaze said as she walked over towards the new guy on the bench, stopping just besides him. Mroz looked stoically straight towards the ceiling as he finished his reps and looked at her.

"Thank you." He said while sitting up slowly, swinging his legs over to face her and accepting his towel when she helped pass it to him. "This is just my warm-up. You should see me in a bit." That surprised Blaze, just how strong was he? However, she also noticed something.

While at first listen, you could easily think that he was talking in a stoic voice with a bit of gravel, she could hear something in it that she'd heard countless times before. That look in his eye, like he wasn't looking at her more like past her and through the wall all the way to the horizon, the thousand yard stare. It just further confirmed what she was slowly observing. That was the look and sound of someone who had just been reminded of their own mortality, reminded that their time was limited, and that it was running out.

She knew that that was a touchy subject though so she would ignore it for now. "I'm just here to get started with my daily lifting so I guess I'll have a front row seat." She said with a smile while moving over to some of the other equipment and getting set up. "I'm normally the first in here, how long have you been down here?"

He looked a little confused for a moment as he got back under the weight, his rest period over. "I'm not sure. What time is it."

Taking a glace at her watch, Blaze answered "About 6:30 in the morning."

"About 3 hours then." He said frankly while grabbing the weight again.

That got Blaze thinking, he had been here since about 3 in the morning at least. Considering those dark circles under his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Going to do some physical task was a common defense mechanism when confronted with a mental challenge, one she herself had used when she first got the news of... that. He was wounded with an Originium shard and had a piece stuck in him for at least 2 days. Could he be infected? Maybe he just learned. That would explain his behavior.

The two of them worked in the weight room for a good while and watched each other for a good bit of it. Both impressed by the other and Blaze wondering who will have to be the unlucky bastard to have to inform the betting pool that someone outbenched Skadi. Seriously, 2150lbs, she had a feeling that no one was going to be beating that any time soon. After an hour though, both found themselves alone again and taking a short break on the bench, sharing a drink with each other.

"Hey Blaze,..." Mroz broke his usual trend of never being the one to initiate conversation, "If you don't mind me asking, what made you join Rhodes Island?" He managed to get out between spirts of controlled breathing.

Blaze gave it a thought for a second. "I'm still not entirely sure. But it was around when Mom and I got infected." Mroz perked up at that.

"You're infected?" He asked while giving her a look that was somewhere between confused and relieved.

Rolling up her sleeve to show him the crystalline cyst on her arm, "Yep,.." she said somewhat wryly, "My Dad was killed before I was born so my Mom had to make ends meet by doing an odd job. It put her around Originium a lot so she got infected and so did I in quick succession. She... went fast so I had to find a way to make it. Found that I was good in a fight and discovered that Rhodes Island would provide free treatment, housing, and pay for joining up with them. I joined almost on the spot and have been working my way up ever since. I've kind of fallen in love with this place and these people so they're my home now." She said in a reserved tone, very unusual to hear out of the normally highly energetic Feline. "Why are you asking?"

Mroz looked down and started reaching for the cargo pocket on the side of his pants. "Because I may be in a very similar situation to how you just described joining." He pulled out a folded paper with something circled in red pen on one side. Handing it to Blaze, she recognized what it was in a second, an Oripathy test.

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 4.1%
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] Inconclusive


She knew what this meant for him. It wasn't good. Blaze liked to consider herself a big sister to the Infected and did everything she could along with the rest of Rhodes Island to help them where ever they could be found, but that didn't stop how soul crushing a prognosis it was.

"Hey, it's ok." She said in a calm, warm, and almost apologetic tone while putting a hand on his shoulder as he looked down between his legs, "You're not the only one. I know how bitter it is to swallow, but you eventually get passed it." She gave him a small, but very meaningful smile.

"We can help you. Rhodes Island's mission is to allow all infected to get as much time as possible and as good a life as they can during that time. We may not be able to cure you, but we'll make sure you're infection is take care of and we never neglect any of our Operators' needs. I know I'm sounding like a sale pitch, but you would make a perfect addition to Rhodes Island and your partner would too. You said that you don't think you'll ever get home back there, so we'd be more than happy to be your new home for as long as you have or until you can find a way home."

She stood up in front of him, "I fight for the Infected and anyone who needs help. You meet both categories plus I still owe you, so if you join, I'll have your back till the end of the line." She finished with all her usual pep before offering her hand. "Hey, your real name is Alex right?"

"Yeah, how did you learn?" He asked while taking her hand and standing back up.

"Oh, remember how I returned your dogtags?" He nodded, "Well, I read them when they came off while I took your helmet off on the helicopter. It's a bit of a tradition here at Rhodes Island that if you learn someone's real name, you give them yours so..."

She stuck her hand out to shake, "Hi Alex, I'm Elizabeth though you can just call me Liz."

Shaking her hand, Alex's face began to clear up and he gave her a light smile. "Good to really meet you then Liz, though I think I'll probably keep calling you Blaze and I hope you mean it when you said that you'll be there till the end of the line."

"Don't worry." She said reassuringly, "Most people do. Now, let's get back to things, I could use some resistance on the bench, you up?"

He smirked and nodded.

As they walked over, they kept talking, Alex slowly coming out of his shell.

"So Alex, you're still treating this so much better than I did when I learned." She said as she laid down on the bench, "Most people are having an existential crisis by this point."

"Well, let's just say that I've been dead before, twice actually."
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AN: Short one today. I didn't have much time today, but wanted to flesh things out a little and stay consistent with my updates.

As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.

Until next time.
 
Chapter 2-5: Forming Up.
21 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
0906 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Medical Ward
Recovery Room


Spartan Alex-148 was in a bit of a rough spot.

Regaining contact with the UEG or UNSC was looking to be impossible, he was just diagnosed with a terminal condition with no estimation of how long he had left, and him and his partner (who he had yet to tell about his prognosis) were now on their own. They were going to have to make a tough choice, join Rhodes Island as the Doctor had offered and Blaze recommended or try to strike out on their own for as long as he had left.

Damn this is hard, what he wouldn't give for a Sweet William's or some of Major McDonnel's Scotch stash at the moment. His partner was having much the same reaction too.

"Alex, we're Spartans. Our obligations are to Earth and her Colonies. This isn't one of them." Irina said while crossing her arms on the bed she had taken as her own in their temporary lodging, "However, at the same time, I did promise to repay those two who saved me and you know my position on my word. Chert voz'mi, why can nothing be simple with us."

"Hey, I thought you said that unusual situations were what you were looking for when you volunteered as a Headhunter." Alex tried to joke as he looked down at the papers he had on the table in front of him. One was the paperwork for both of them to become Operators for Rhodes Island, the other discharge forms and a flight to the nearest city, Lungmen. "I mean, let's analyze the situation Irina. We have no contacts, no support of any kind, no back up, our ONI Operative privileges are null and void, we have no money other than the gold from the Pelican's SERE kit, and we still know basically nothing about this world. No matter what we do, we need to find a way to support ourselves and survive and for that we're going to need support and financial resources."

He looked up at her from the forms and leaned back in the seat, "Now, let's examine the benefits of both paths." He raised a finger, "If we join with Rhodes Island then we're back into an operational hierarchy, regain logistical support, we get paid a good amount for if we ever decide to leave or personal affairs though that's unlikely for us, we get provided medical care that is somehow better than what ONI provided us, and we get leave and a lot of privileges when not on duty. We also get to carry out a job that we have familiarity with running security and counter-terror ops for Rhodes Island." He then raised the other finger, "Meanwhile, if we go private, we get complete operational freedom, we get to remain independent from any group or ideology, and there are plenty of groups who would be willing to pick us up. We could do well in private security and intelligence."

"You know,..." Irina started, looking up from some of the things she had "borrowed" during their time on the landship, "I hoped that in my time as a Spartan I would never have to make fucking job decisions. Now, we also need to consider the disadvantages of each. For Rhodes Island, we're going to be tied to an organization that pretty controversial here, be running combat ops which while not opposed to them I prefer when we know what we're doing, and we don't have complete knowledge about what to do here. If we go our own way then we have no support on a planet we are still learning about and have no guarantee that we'll be picked up by anyone, have no guaranteed way of maintaining our gear, and if retrieval ever arrives we'll be at disadvantage in trying to contact them."

She leaned back in the bed and rested her head on the pillow, "Well, I have a feeling that I know what choice you made. For the purposes of this, I'll take the opposite stance. Let's decide by coinflip." She grabbed a coin labeled as a Lungmen Dollar that she had found somewhere. Walking over, Alex stopped right in front of her as she stood up.

"Heads, I win and we go with my plan. Tails, you win and we go with yours." Alex laid out the rules. Irina nodded and he took a glance at the coin.

She flipped it and it rose into the air, flipped 25 times before it vanished in a superhumanly fast flash on it's downward arc. Irina looked and saw her partner standing with a clenched fist near where the coin's trajectory had been with a light smile on his face. He opened the hand and revealed the head face of the coin.

"I win."

Irina sighed, "I knew you would do that. Hand me that Rhodes Island sheet." She started walking over to the table next to her partner. She looked at him again as she sat down, "You know, you need to teach me that trick sometime."

He shook his head, "Sorry, only one allowed to teach that one is John. I'll introduce you to him if we ever get home."
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The Doctor was filling out yet more paperwork.

Sometimes he wondered if there was some sort of ancient machinery in the center of Terra that just produced more and more paperwork for him. He knew it was incorrect though. This paperwork was mainly due to being the de facto leader of Rhodes Island and the massive amounts of information categorization and decision making that were needed to keep Rhodes Island continuing and the belief that there was machinery at the center of Tera was crazy right.

Anyway, where was he? Oh yes, more paperwork. He briefly hoped that there would be something that could happen to give him some time away from this fucking desk and his wish was answered when he heard some knocking on his door.

Silently thanking whoever had given him this chance, he answered, "It's open." He had expected one of the usual faces, Amiya, Kal'tsit, maybe one of the operators. He was surprised when he saw the two new faces walk through the door.

"Doctor," Mroz started taking the lead of the two, "We've decided to take up your offer." He placed his form down on the table.

"Hmm..." The Doctor started as he picked up the application form and began looking at it, "Well that was a fast decision. I expected you two to take longer to confirm whether or not you wanted to do so." He looked up at the two extremely tall people standing over the desk, "Are you two sure about this?"

"Da,..." Sneg answered, apparently she spoke fluent Ursian which is odd because it was more or less a dead language even within its home country, "We decided that you offer was too good and we're far too removed from our superiors for us to not accept this offer. Our odds of ever going home are next to nothing and you are a good group for us to associate with for now." She handed him her form.

The Doctor smiled under his mask, "Well that's good to hear and I'm excited to have you two around. Now let me take a look at those." He place both reports down in front of him, "Now, I'm going to start filing these and I'll have Amiya handle getting you two some lodging. In the meantime, since you both applied as Combat Operators, both of you should head down to the armory and get your gear. You'll meet up with a couple other Operators who will evaluate your performances in combat simulations in order to ascertain your capabilities and classify you two in our system."

Both silently nodded and walked out of his office after accepting the armory keys he presented them.

When they walked out, the Doctor continued smiling. Rhodes Island was about to receive two very valuable assets and they were about to become Mroz's best chance at survival just as he provided them with their best shot at completing their mission with that Biowarfare countermeasure in his blood.
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Alex had been surprised when they received their armor.

Someone had repaired the hole in his armor and even cleaned it off to have a slight shine to it. Now, he preferred to have his armor's finish dulled in order for the dark grey of his armor to remain a neutral color and thus remain an effective stealth coating, but it was a nice touch that they had given his suit some love while he was gone. He certainly would be thanking RI's armory master when he got back.

His weapons were in similar condition. The chrome in the BR55's inner workings were immaculately spotless and almost all of the carbonization was gone. It was the same situation with his pistol and SMG. Apparently guns were rare and expensive here so any self respecting armory master would treat any gun that entered their storeroom like a set of crown jewels. His blades were in excellent condition as well. If Master Sergeant Park from the UNSC Midnight Ride was here, he would take this guy in as one of his own.

Anyway, right now Alex was donning his armor as Irina was mostly finished with hers. He was happy for one thing in particular. MJOLNIR Mk. VII did not require an undersuit. Mk. VII, unlike previous MJOLNIR systems, did not have any components within a separate skintight layer. All components were contained in the various armor segments and their attached skin layer. The suit was also designed so that it would fit around the wearer rather than being fastened to an under layer, this meant that a Spartan in the field can freely don or remove their armor as needed. This suit was designed to be put on like a 20th century space suit with multiple self contained components that fit together with redundant air-tight seals, magnets, and the Polymerized Liquid Crystal Capillaries.

As he finished fitting the torso section of the armor, he looked and saw Irina finish as she put on her Mk. V helmet and could tell that she had an ear to ear smile behind her visor. He was letting her go first and since as a Sniper, she needed to be able to rapidly enter and move between firing positions, he had given her his Anubis Thrust System. She loved working with those. Due to limits, they were going one at a time and she was up first.

"Wish me luck." Irina said as she marched over to the heavy duty elevator that rode up into the training area.

He would have his turn after he finished with his armor.
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AN: So I had writer's block and wasn't happy with the early versions of this chapter. I decided to cut it down and make the next one longer to compensate. I'll be waiting a bit longer for next one too. Also, comment if you have ideas for what Operators you want to see the Spartans in action.

Of course, comment anything you have to say otherwise.

Until next time.
 
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Amiya's Nightmare
"Isn't that a sight." A Young ODST thought as she looked upwards, her helmet off allowing her chocolate brown hair to blow in the light breeze and her to gaze at the wonderous sight with her own pair of blue-green eyes, their innocence preserved despite her training.

The artificial world below her feet stretched out countless miles ahead and behind her looping around to connect at a point even more countless miles above her. It was a gigantic ring sitting amongst the stars, as beautiful as it was mysterious.

Other than whispers about something called Operation Breakwater and scouting of this unknown location, she had no clue why she was even here. ONI had taken her entire Company and stuck them aboard UNSC Midnight Ride, a modified Paris class frigate turned into a super-heavy Prowler, and then shipped them out here for on site security for ONI's FOB on this place, Epsilon Halo as she had heard the Spooks call it.

It was a sizable base, easily able to land the Frigate in with room to spare. It was mostly made up of prefab buildings with standard UNSC Ground Forces Green paint and some reinforced walls around the perimeter with auto turrets every 50 meters along the outside with overlapping fields of fire. The defenses were further augmented by her Company of ODSTs (Claymore Company), nearly a Battalion of UNSC Marines, several teams of ONI Security, and those two Spartans.

She was wondering just what would necessitate all this security. They were well away from any Covenant Pirates and the only thing they had seen on the ringworld was those weird drones in the distance. Was there something else here?
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It was the middle of the night on the ring and the ODST was turning in for the night with her squad.

She was lying down onto the bunk when she heard an inhuman screech and the rumble of gunfire.

Scrambling out of bed, she reached for her weapons, her armor was in the armory and thus unavailable. Outside, she could hear the gunfire growing in volume and orders being shouted both on radio as she got her equipment ready. However, she noticed something as she was arming herself.

The battle was growing quiet outside almost as quickly as it had began. She looked to her squad to try to confirm this when she suddenly realized that she was the only person still in the barracks.

It remained dead silent.

Eventually, she worked up the courage to peek outside and was greeted by the sight of the base almost completely lifeless. The Warthog on the dirt road had been overturned and the rollbars ripped open. Many of the buildings bore damage. Most unnerving of all was that no one could be heard or seen.

She walked out of the door frame, and walked, and walked, and walked. No one else was there. No ODSTs, no Marines, no ONI, no Spartans, no Navy, and none of the scientists who they were protecting. There weren't even bodies on the ground. What could have caused all of this? Eventually though, she spotted something.

No, someone. Strangest though was what he (definitely a he if that stature was saying anything) was doing. He wasn't patrolling, talking on the radio, holding a weapon, or even moving. He was just standing there nearly completely stilly. However, he was still the first person she had seen this whole time so she slowly approached him, rifle drawn and scanning for anything. She still wished she had her helmet.

She stopped her walk when she was in touching distance of the man when she noticed a pair of eyes looking back at her from him. They had an almost surprised look with bits of shock and terror mixed in. What unnerved her the most though was that they weren't looking at her, they were looking past her as if she wasn't even there. She looked at where they were and saw nothing besides the other end of the camp.

She looked back and she realized what was wrong with the eyes, they were upside down. In fact, the whole face was upside down. Actually the whole head was upside down and the neck was bending towards her with over its back. As she realized this, the eyes began to shift their focus. They shifted from a thousand yard stare to a gaze directly into her soul. The emotion in the eyes changed as well to a look of fear, horror, and maybe even some sadness.

It was then that the mouth opened and a noise that wasn't a noise rolled out. She suddenly realized that this man was horrifically mangled, his body broken and large yellow-green cancerous growths sprouted out from around it. The noise and the realization caused her to stumble and fall back away from the figure, though the noise of her hitting the ground attracted the attention of the creature that was once a man.

As it turned around, she tried to scramble to her feet and notice that growing out of what was once this man's chest, half a dozen fuzzed tipped appendages grew out, each licking and stirring around in the air like the tongs of snakes. They smelled, trying to find her as she got a better look at the countless cancerous tumors on the thing's chest that seemed to radiate outward from the site of the sensing appendages. Down where its right arm was, three long tentacles hung, each tipped with a bony hook.

She tried to raise her weapon to shoot it when it let out a bone chilling, blood curdling howl at her and swung with the three tentacles. The impact sent her flying and tossed the rifle from her grip.

Landing in a pool of water, she slowly sat up when she felt something warm and wet roll down her front. Placing a hand there, she looked at the palm. It was covered in blood, her blood. However she didn't have time to think about that or treat her injury when she saw something scuttle along the rim of the pool.

It was a bulbous squid like creature the size of a medium dog that made odd squeaking and squishing noises as it skittered towards her. She tried to back away from it as it beelined it straight at her when her hand found something in the mud, a pistol, her pistol. She reached for it and struggled to get the barrel on target, though succeeded at the last second and put a .50cal round through the creature. It popped and sent goo and ooze flying everywhere, some of it landing on her and her wound.

It was then as silence returned to the camp that she felt a pain like no other within her wound. It was as if her flesh was no longer obeying her. Like it was tearing itself, shifting into a new form. Crawling around within her skin like worms or termites.

"Child of Terra, you have nothing to fear from us." A voice that was not a voice rung out within her head.

"We offer you an end to the crystal plague, an end to suffering and despair of your world. We offer you salvation in exchange for your cooperation."

A light from one of those beacon towers went up, drowning the FOB in blue light and she could see hundreds, no thousands of those twisted and cancerous forms slowly move towards her as millions of those squid things scuttled towards her. Dozens gathered on the rim of the pool and all jumped towards her at once. In vain she tried holding up a ring covered hand to try to shield herself from the living, horrifying flood trying to pounce on her.
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Amiya's head shot up and she found herself back at her desk at Rhodes Island.

She had been having this exact nightmare since she read the two Spartans' memory. It was an unpleasant memory that was probably constructed from their memories of searching through the ruins of the base she had imagined herself in. She even knew who's story she had imagined herself in the pace of. A rather unfortunate Lance Corporal Amanda Blake who Alex put out of her misery and downloaded the black box of her neural implant to see her last moments.

She was still horrified by that thing, the Flood. She could only hope that Operation Break Water was successful and the universe was now rid of them.

"Amiya," She heard from the other side of her door, it was the Doctor, "I need you to handle some paperwork. Mroz and Sneg took up my offer so we're going to need to put them in a dorm. I put the housing form in your drop box on this side of your door for when you get time to fill it out."

Putting on a fake voice to hide her shaken nature at the moment, she responded, "Ok Doctor. I'll get on it in a few minutes."

She placed her head back down on her hands. She hopped this would end soon.
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AN: So I had this idea today. I will admit that this was heavily inspired by Installation 00's Flood short story.

As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.

Until next time.
 
Chapter 2-6: Live Fire
21 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
1321 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Training room


Spartan Irina-B332 stood on the elevator bringing them up from the armory into the training room.

Normally, it was used to bring up heavy weapons and equipment for training, but it was needed for the two Spartans since their armor made them just a bit too heavy for the elevators on the landship with the exception of the service elevators which would put them really out of the way of things. Luckily, the armory master was allowing them to take up this one for direct access to the training room.

Hefting her SRS99 over her shoulder like a set of skis and keeping her DMR on her back, she looked towards the top of the shaft and saw bright fluorescent light above her. Most likely the top of the elevator shaft.

Finally completing its upward trip the elevator stopped and she got a good look at the training room. It was a very large room and she struggled to see the edges of it due to them being seamlessly blended with its interior. Said interior was a large concrete facsimile of an urban environment with multiple levels and a few multi story buildings. Metal targets stood dotted the room with some moving and other were soft targets made of what looked like foam with slash marks obviously denoting melee targets.

Standing in front of her was an average height wearing a black shirt and loose pants. On her head was a pair of dog ears and she had a very stoic and devoted look on her face. Based on her face and posture, Irina could tell that she was one of two things. A guard dog or a drill sergeant, maybe both.

"Sneg, correct?" The woman asked to which she nodded, "Good. You can call me Dobermann (of course, Irina added in her head), I'll be you examiner today and also am the authority in charge of training all Rhodes Island Operators. My job today is to gauge your capabilities and begin the process of assignment and Operator classification. Now I assume based on your gear and weapons that you're a sniper."

"Da, that would be correct." Irina confirmed as she unslung her rifle and held it, muzzle pointed towards the floor. "Don't worry ma'am, I have a feeling that you'll be surprised by my capabilities."

Dobermann's face showed look of knowing better and slight amusement in her eyes, "Well, don't get too confident now, I'll be the judge of that."

She shifted out to the side to allow Sneg a better view of the arena, "Now, your job is to make your way around here and hit as many targets fatally as possible within 2 minutes. You will be gauged on your performance in terms of strength, mobility, endurance, combat skills, and your arts adaptability if you have any. Your tactical acumen will be gauged when you start running missions with a team." She looked up from her tablet and a timer showed up on a large LED board on all four walls of the room, Irina synched up her countdown on her armor's clock and looked at Dobermann.

"You may begin when ready." Irina slammed a magazine of 14.5mm rounds into the sniper rifle and flared the thrusters on her Anubis system.

Racking the bolt on the rifle, she thought to herself.

"This is going to be fun."
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"This woman was right, that was impressive."


Dobermann thought to herself as she watched Sneg walk nonchalantly over to the cargo elevator again.

In those two minutes, she had watched this woman dismantle the course quite literally.

She had hit every target on the course with either her weapons or just her fists and raw strength. And boy were those something. Her large sniper rifle would put 1 inch holes straight through the steel targets, her smaller rifle was able to shoot through a concrete wall, even her pistol had been able to register a kill shot to the head from nearly 50 yards first time every time. Even her close up attacks were something else when she bent a 3 inch thick steel target in half with a single normal punch with a running start.

What the hell, the Doctor said that these guys were powerful, but she wasn't expecting that.

Hearing the elevator come up again, she saw the other one Mroz, rising up to the training deck with his weapons drawn and ready too. He looked around and gave a surprised whistle.

"Wow, Sneg really didn't hold back." The armored man said while looking at the large holes blown into the middle of many targets' heads.

"She normally does?" Dobermann asked incredulously.

"Yes, normally because we train competitively with baseline SpecOps units and she doesn't like to make things unfair despite making things unfair is the point of our existence." Mroz explained while readying his own weapons.

"I do have a question, do you guys particularly care if a few of these walls get knocked down?" He asked while checking his rifle and wracking the bolt on its side.

"No, we're about to have maintenance rotate out these wall for new prefabs, why?" Dobermann responded while trying to figure out what he was planning.

"Just checking."
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A large crowd had gathered on the training room observation deck.

"Did you just see that Texas? He just jumped straight through a wall a kicked the metal target out of the other one." Exusiai excitedly asked her friend as she almost pushed herself against the bullet proof glass of the observation deck.

Texas, in turn tried to remain quiet as she gave her partner a nod when she looked back. She was hopping to remain below the notice of... her on the other end of the room and not have another incident begin between the two.

Her (or Lappland as she preferred to call herself) watched enraptured at both of the two new bloods. They were excellent fighters and would make worthy matches. She couldn't wait to get a chance to spar either of them, particularly the man. He could certainly match her in close quarters combat or come close to it. Luckily for Texas, this meant that she wasn't paying attention to her at the moment.

The Doctor himself was here and was currently talking with Blaze about her contact with this man.

"So Blaze, what in total do you have to say about him from what you've seen of him." The Doctor asked the tall Feline next to him.

"Well,..." Blaze struggled to find a word as she was distracted by the show below her as he threw a brick of plastic explosives into a room and blew up all 5 targets in the building and cracking all of its walls, "As you just saw, he's an expert with explosives and demolitions. He also is a good small unit leader, can think on his feet, and he seemed to have a high degree of combat muscle memory. That probably means that he's spent a lot of time on the battlefield."

The Doctor shifted in his posture as he watched the carnage. "Well, on his form he did say that he had 11 years of combat experience."

Blaze perked up at that, "11 years, he's about my age. Do you think that he was a..."

The Doctor cut her off, "I'm not sure. I'll have to ask him."

Amiya was standing behind to Doctor, she had filled out the housing form after she had dozed off and had her nightmare. She knew the answer to Blaze's question. Yes, indeed he was a child soldier, both of them were. A rather insidious permutation of them too. She would never tell them that secret unless Alex or Irina came out themselves, though she did promise to herself that she would do what she could to keep them from this Office of Naval Intelligence for as long as she could.

As they talked, other Operators gathered around the windows and observed the two new Operators during their combat trials, now running it as a team. Suffice to say, they were impressed.
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21 Nov. 2555
1600 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Dormitories


Both Spartans' armored boots clanked against the deck of the landship (another concept that had surprised the Spartans when they learned of it) as they followed their guide to their newly dorm.

The paperwork for it had as the Doctor promised them, be handled during their live fire exercise so they could move into it while finished. They had been told to bring their gear and any personal effects with them since RI advocated for Operators to keep their armor and usual equipment with them for immediate readiness. They understood that and were bringing all of their stuff with them, though it wasn't much to begin with. The bulk of which was their armor and weapons with those boxes of clothing that Blaze and the other operators had helped get them being basically everything else. Irina had even returned her nick-knacks.

Due to needing to move their armor, they decided it was best to just wear it and let the power assist function aid in movement and carrying everything else. Suffice to say, they got weird looks every now and then. One in particular by a rather nervous looking girl with cat ears who stared at them in awe when they walked out of the training room.

"So here we are you two." The guide told them as he led them to a room marked BA627, "This'll be your new home for a while. Here's a pamphlet with the rules and welcome to Rhodes Island. Someone will be with you to delivery you your Operator cards."

Sneg thanked him as Mroz entered the room and began the process of taking off the armor. Luckily, just as Mk.VII process for putting on was simplified, so was its removal process. It didn't stop it from being a long process though as the multiple redundant seals and securement methods needed to be undone individually.

In that time, he slowly reverted back into Alex as Irina began the process as well. Seeing his partner simultaneously filled him with pride but also worried. When he first met her 5 years ago, she was an emotional wreck with vast stores of untapped potential. Now here she was, an excellent soldier and a better friend. He just wanted to know how she would handle that bit of news. He didn't want that causing her any problems so he'll keep it a secret a bit longer.

In the mean time, all they could do was wait as they placed their armor and weapons on the rack by the entry of their new room for their personnel badges to arrive.

It was a surprisingly nice and sizable room. It had window access and sight into the desolate land outside of the landship, a computer and holographic display, two large beds, and a private bathroom. While it was a serious step down from the average living quarters for a normal person, to the Spartans, this was the best place they had ever been long term lodged.

After finding ways to kill time for about an hour, they heard the door open and a Rhodes Island orderly delivered their two cards. These cards contained their security clearance and personal ID. It also displayed their rating and classification in RI's internal classification system for Operators.

"So Sneg, how's yours classed?" Mroz asked as he looked over his.

"Well, they classed me as a Sniper, obviously, 6 stars. That's an odd system." She started, "Now let me see here. I'm also been given the ratings of Strength: Excellent, Mobility:..., Endurance: Excellent, Tactical acumen: TBA, Combat Skill:..., and Arts Adaptability: Below Average. I'm still not entirely sure what Arts are other than what a search online can bring up but I would love to see what they do myself." She looked up from her card, "So, how's yours?"

Alex looked back down at his card, "I was also classed as a 6 star and assigned as a Guard Operator. You're going to love this, Strength:..., Mobility: Excellent, Endurance:..., Tactical acumen: TBA, Combat Skill..., and Arts Adaptability: Below Average." He looked up smirking, "I love this little note down here. We are currently unable to classify this Operator's capabilities due to lacking corresponding attribute tests. I guess they weren't prepared to see the results of Project ASTER then."

"So..." Irina looked at her partner, odd feelings in her eyes and voice, "We're officially part of Rhodes Island, officially part of this world's conflict. I wonder how far this rabbit hole will go."

"Well let me think, we're on a planet with animal people, bullshit magic rocks, a nihilistic terrorist group who hates anyone lacking a terminal illness, we just joined the galaxy's most heavily armed Pharmaceuticals company, and we're pretty sure that we saw a tablet with Forerunner glyphs on it in that Doctor's office."

"Well, we have our work cut out for us."

"That we do."
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AN: So I thought that this chapter dragged on a bit longer than I was happy with, I decided to leave it there and finish this chapter with the next section and then try to get this plot moving a bit more. Some ideas for first ops would be interesting.

As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.

Until next time.
 
Chapter 2-7: Outsiders at play.
25 Nov. 2555
1220 Hours
Epsilon Indi
Harvest Orbit.


Harvest was once one of humanity's most distant colonies. So far removed from anywhere else of note that its agriculture was the only notable thing about it. It was once so below note that it was nearly completely untouched by the Interstellar War. It wasn't until First Contact was made that the world gained any importance.

Being the closest colony to former Covenant space meant that it was the first stop for legitimate interstellar travel to the many alien worlds the UEG had contact with. It was also the first stop of many pirates, smugglers, and terrorists going both ways though usual into UEG space. All of this necessitated that the colony rapidly grow in size and military presence both on the planet and across the system. By the 2550s, Harvest was one of the most fortified planets on either side of the demarcation line settled by humanity. In orbit, the newly formed Battlegroup Zulu patrolled the system with the intimidating sight of their Punic class supercarrier UNSC Barbarossa serving as a stiff deterrent against pirates, insurrectionists, and any Covenant Warlord who got any bad ideas. On the ground, several divisions of the UNSC Army were stationed to defend to groundside power generators for the planet's 5 brand new SMAC platforms.

However, there was more to the UNSC's presence on Harvest than just the visible forces. Due to its proximity to both the Covenant warlords and the Demarcation line between the Independent Colonial Alliance and the UEG, ONI had set up shop in the system and used it as one of their primary Prowler bases in the Outer Colonies. Currently, it was being used to prep one of the largest Prowlers in the UNSC's inventory, the UNSC Midnight Ride.

Onboard a Pelican rapidly descending towards the planet's surface, a short, middle aged woman sat in the troop bay reading a report on the tablet in her hands. Her complexion and facial features revealed her Japanese heritage as did her nametag which read Sakamaki. She was a career officer in the UNSC Navy who's family had been in the business of fighting since the ancient clan wars of her homeland. This fact showed in the look in her eyes that looked like it could cut a man in half with just a glance like a sharply hone sword.

While this could partially be attributed to her experience in her line of work, it also had another cause, she had lost two crew members on her last patrol. Not just any two crew members, but two of her crew members who she had been closest with. In fact, she had heard some say she was practically their mother. The two crew members were the two Spartans, Alex and Irina. She blamed herself for their loss.

It was her idea to accelerate the timetable of Operation Thunderbolt and that partially contributed to the failure of their extraction and them being lost to Slipspace.

She had grieved over them and would continue for at least a bit more, but now she had orders to report to ONI's office on the planet's surface along with two of her officers. On the bench opposite to her was her XO Commander Harold Briggs, a man with an African complexion, a friendly smile, an easy going attitude, and most importantly an innate sense of duty and a can do mindset. Next to Briggs was the leader of her ship's Marines and ODSTs, Major Angus McDonnel. A tall, old, Scotsman with an attitude that there were no words in language to describe, a strange past that he changes the story of every time, decades of combat experience, and connections that could get him anything given time. There were a fare share of rumors about that man, up to and including him having a full suit Hrunting/Yggdrasil Armor somewhere on the ship. The only thing she could say for certain about him was that he was a member of Project ORION, the predecessor to the Spartan Program.

Her thinking was ended when the pilot spoke over the shuttle's intercom, "Captain, we are about 2 minutes out from the landing platform."

She rotated the microphone on her headset down, "Thanks for the heads up. After we land, remain on station and patch a comline in with Corvis on the Midnight Ride." She gave the pilot his orders and looked at both of her subordinates across from her when she caught Briggs trying to get her attention out of the corner of her eyes, "Do you have a question Briggs?"

Her XO smiled at being acknowledged, "I do Ma'am. Do we have any idea why we've been ordered down here? We're not done restocking the ship so we can't be ordered on another patrol yet. What do you think we're here for?"

"I don't know Briggs, but this came all the way down from the chain. The message I got had Admiral Osman's signature on it so must be important." She started before she was cut off on the line.

"At the same time Captain, whenever we get orders all the way down the chain it means one of two things. Either they have something big, crazy, stupid, or a combination of the above for us to do." The Scotsman in the Marine uniform said as the Captain gave him a look.

"That is true Major, but we can't be entirely sure until we hear them ourselves." Captain Sakamaki finished as she felt the Pelican's retro thrusters firing to slow the craft and bring it to a slow as it hovered above the landing platform to ONI's facility on Harvest and slowly landed in a textbook maneuver. The ramp slowly descended to flood the cabin with sunlight from Epsilon Indi.

Walking out, they were greeted by a man in an ONI uniform and lead into the facility. They walked past rows upon rows of offices before stopping in the lower levels of the building and being led into separate briefing rooms and told to wait. He said something about how she would be down to meet them soon. She had a feeling that she knew who "she" was.

Either way, she was in a room, alone, with time to spare so she got some coffee from the machine in the corner and sat down at the table to go over the events of that day one more time.

Operation Thunderbolt was launched nearly 20 days earlier when ONI received a report that one of its Forerunner black sites was attacked by a joint group of Insurrectionists and Covenant Pirates that were working together to steal artifacts from the facility. UNSC Midnight Ride was deployed to monitor the situation and if necessary, deploy GROM team to deal with the situation. However, things started going down hill when they had IDed just what group of Pirates and Insurrectionists they were dealing with. The Banished and the Colonial Black League. Two of the most hostile and most radical of both categories and they were sitting on top of a Forerunner Slipspace gate that could teleport them anywhere in the Galaxy and a stockpile of extremely dangerous Forerunner relics including one of the few known surviving Composers. She gave the order and deployed GROM team to destroy the site in accordance with their orders if it became too dangerous. However, after reports of them successfully activating the Slipspace gate were transmitted, she authorized the Spartans to accelerate their plan in order to destroy it immediately. Unfortunately, this meant that they were unable to be in the correct position to evac them and left them to find a way out on their own. Her order was what got those two killed...

Her reading stopped when she heard the door slide open and she saw someone that made her shoot upwards so fast that she almost knocked over her drink.

"Admiral Osman." She shot up to a salute.

"At ease Captain, I have something you'll want to hear." Admiral Serin Osman told the Captain as she walked into the room and took a seat on the other end of the table.

"I'm sorry for my reaction Admiral. You took me by surprise and I never expected to see you all the way out in the Outer Colonies." She said as she slowly sat down as her normal personality began to reemerge as she gave her superior a warm and welcoming look, "I presume though that you're here on business rather than to visit your old mentor from the Prowler Corps."

Admiral Osman smirked and chuckled a little at that, "You would be correct Captain. Now, I have something you may want to hear." That got her attention.

"May I ask what that might be?" She asked while leaning in.

"Well, I heard that you lost two Spartans, one of which being one of my fellow Spartan IIs and the other being one of Admiral Ambrose's Spartan IIIs. To put it Frankly, we think we have an idea, a bad idea. How would you like to be the officer in charge of the longest ranged rescue mission in history?"
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25 Nov. 1097 (Terran Calendar)
1703 Hours
Mineshaft 21
Empire of Ursus


"Hey Greg, you need to see this!"

Gregory Pavlosk sighed when he heard this. Sure he was the foreman of this mineshaft, but it was quitting time and he just wanted to go home. But no, Mikhail had to call something unusual before he could leave. Grabbing his hard hat he walked down the shaft of the mine. Luckily, they weren't digging for Originium so at least there's that.

"Mikhail, this better not be another damn ghost story." Gregory said to his long time work buddy as he walked down the long shaft to see where they had done some blasting today. The rockface was cracked from the explosion and was chipped in many different spots from hand tools and powered equipment.

"Don't worry Greg, I've got something weird right here." Gregory rolled his eyes at Mikhail. The man, while a good friend had been a kook their entire lives. He was always going on on conspiracies about aliens in the distant past and how he'd dug up all sorts of weird things in his time as a miner. He stepped off to the side, "Take a look at this."

At first, Gregory was about to scoff in his face when he saw it too. It was an odd object and there it was this time. It was a metal sphere about 5 feet in diameter that sat firmly in the wall. It's metal body was covered in geometric designs in the dark metallic material.

"What the hell is this?" Gregory asked his friend as he leaned over to look at the metal sphere more closely.

"I don't know, but whatever it is will make me right!" Mikhail yelled excitedly as he cheered himself. "See these rocks, this thing must have been buried for at least 14,000 years. No one on Terra was working with metal like this back then and you know what that means, aliens. Hahaha, just wait till the eggheads that kicked me out of college hear about this!"

Mikhail was practically dancing behind Gregory as he kept looking at the imbedded object as he slowly realized that it wasn't alone. Just above it and partially buried in the stone was another object made of the same metal. He also began noticing that there was something else written onto the surface of the sphere that looked like glyphs or maybe hieroglyphics. He just needed to wipe some dust off of them to get a better look and no... he couldn't read them still. Oh well. He used to laugh at Mikhail's theories but now there may be something to them, though it may not be aliens. However it would still be a major find and might make them famous. This was great.

"Come on Mikhail, I've got a bottle of vodka back in my office. Let's grab it and celebrate." Gregory clapped Mikhail on the back as he lead him back up the tunnel. However, as both men walked, those characters that Gregory wiped off started to glow. Soon the glow began to expand as all the glyphs and then all the designs on the sphere began to glow. Soon a red circle ignited on its front and it ripped itself out of the wall and hovered on its anti-gravity system. Three metal cylinders ripped themselves from the wall and began to hover around the sphere as it slowly flew down the shaft.

Eventually, it caught an image of the two Ursus men at a great distance and scanned them. Its scan was finished in seconds and was met by a single image result from its computer core. A single glyph of its makers. It had only one meaning. Betrayers.

The two men would never leave the mineshaft, as would everyone else in the mine as it was collapsed by the weapons of the ancient drone.
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On a cliff overlooking the mineshaft, a strange creature sat.

To the average observer, it looked like a giant cross between a bear and an ape. It stood nearly 9 feet tall and grunted angerly as it watched the mineshaft collapse.

It ran back and ran into a group of its kind, his leader was angry. He was angry because he knew that their chieftain would be angry at this information. That mine was close to a set of Relics. Those relics were one of their few options to return home and it was just buried due to those stupid humans. The only way to get at them now would be to bring in one of their two Scarabs to excavate the tunnel to a usable state.

However, that would be unnecessary. There were other caches of relics elsewhere on the planet. They would visit those.

With those relics then they, the Banished could return home. Return to the Great Warmaster's side.
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25 Nov. 2555
1900 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Dorm BA627


Spartan Alex-148 laid down on his bed after one of their first days here at Rhodes Island.

They hadn't assigned him much to do. Just run some basic security around the Landship, report for some tests, go eat at meal time, and then he had the rest of the day off which he had spent in either the weight room or the training room where he had ran into Blaze and a few other of the Elite Operators. Interesting people, though he wasn't exactly a people person.

Now, he just wanted to sleep.

Unfortunately, Irina was reading the news on their computer.

"Hey Alex, there was a mineshaft collapse a few hours ago." She said as she turned to him on his bunk.

"And this is our issue because..." He looked at her incredulously.

She smirked as she rolled on the office chair over to the holographic projector, "Because this was reported as the cause by one of the few survivors." She activated the projector and a very familiar ancient robot was projected into the air.

"You've got to be kidding me."
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AN: Man, this section felt like it took forever. Anyway, I'm glad to be finished. Also sorry if this one was a little Halo heavy, I just wanted to set some stuff up for later.

Anyway, feel free to comment anything you have to say.

Until next time.
 
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Interlude: Opening up a little
26 Nov. 2555 (UEG Calendar)
0740 Hours
Rhodes Island landship
Cafeteria


Spartan Alex-148 or Mroz as he was now officially known at Rhodes Island was now sitting down for breakfast.

He had a few problems right off the bat.

1. He preferred anonymity.
2. He wasn't allowed to have his armor at the moment.
3. There were a lot of people.

A thing that he would freely admit were that Spartan IIIs like Irina had a leg up in their socialization over IIs like him. While she was still awkward, she was still outgoing and at least tried. Meanwhile he would just try to disappear into the scenery. Too many people meant too many variables, too many variables meant too many chances, there was something about too many chances that just drove him crazy.

Luckily, there was an empty table in the corner of the large mess hall. He would just sit here and have his meal in peace before returning to his new job. That thought made him feel odd, but he pushed it down. He had food to eat and then tests and trials to get back to, that was enough to keep him busy in the mean time.

He sat down and began eating while also working on some paperwork he had from his recent batch of oripathy treatment. Hopefully this would be some quiet time. This changed when he heard someone else sit on the other side of the table opposite to him.

He was about to shoot them an icy glare when he saw who it was.

"Sneg," He said after recognizing his partner, "I thought you didn't have chow time till later."

She chuckled a little at that, "I snuck out of the tech class." She shrugged, "I already knew basically everything they were briefing. Apparently computers are the same everywhere so I was good." She finally placed her tray down and shifted into a friendly and somewhat teasing look at her partner. "I decided that it was more important to make sure that you weren't making yourself look like an antisocial pridurok."

He sighed at that, he knew enough Russian to know exactly what she called him. "I'm not a moron. I'm an introvert. There's a difference." He shook his head with a slight smile, amused and embarrassed at the prospect.

"Then why don't you try acting less like one then." Irina smiled as she leaned back and shifted in her seat to give him a better view of the rest of the mess. "We're in a place full of nice people who I have a feeling would love to get to know us." She leaned in close and whispered to him, "Plus, no one here knows about us or the Spartan programs. We don't have to worry about security breaches."

"I doubt that there are that many people who would love to hear my stories of beating grown adults in combat armor to a pulp with rocks during the forest exercise or your story of nearly getting your head blown off by an angry Alpha Company washout during live-fire on Onyx." He said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes had a blank and doubting look in them.

"See,..." She pointed right at him, "Cherry Picking." She leaned back and crossed her arms as well. "You always pick the worst examples of things as a defense mechanism for when you don't want to talk." Irina shot him a look that was both encouraging and pleading. "Come on Mroz, I know your TAC Name literally means frost, but that doesn't mean you can't melt every now and then. There's nothing really to it. Just talk with someone and it'll come naturally."

"Sneg,..." She sighed while taking a sip of water, "You forget a lot that we had very different trainings and service histories. You trained a lot more like how you lived, for me it was nonstop military discipline and efficiency since my conscription. You're also not my first partner and GROM isn't my first team."

Irina cringed a little at that one. Alex's first partner, in fact his best friend from day one of Spartan II training was Clyde-150. From how Alex described it, they were practically inseparable in their training and even the other IIs admitted that they were one of the closest and most effective pairs. However, they split during augmentations. Alex suffered a severe cardiovascular volume increase and was put into a medically induced coma, washing out while Clyde went on as a fully augmented Spartan. The pair were reunited when he was rehabbed and both assigned to SILVER Team, a sister team to the famous GRAY Team, but that was cut short when her partner "died" the second time due to a breech in his suit and an Innie nerve gas attack. When he was rehabbed again, he had learned that Clyde and the rest of SILVER Team had vanished on mission and were presumed KIA. He still blamed himself for not being there for the team and it was a tough thing for him. Ever since, he'd been distant to most people except for those he trusted and/or fought beside.

Leaning in further for some more privacy, "Alex, not everything is a matter of trust and combat and sometimes things just go wrong. You can't just separate yourself off from everything and expect to have things work out." She leaned back into her chair and adopted a relaxed posture, "One of the most important things they taught us on Onyx was that us IIIs wouldn't have the augmentations or equipment of you IIs, but we would have something else, our Company and company. We were going to be strong due to our fellow Spartans and the normal men and women beside us." She pointed at him again, "You IIs were trained to just operate around other Spartans and nothing else. What I think you need to do is abandon that mindset. We're the only Spartans here so lighten up a little and talk with people. I'm your Company, so go out and make some company."

"Alright," Mroz shot her another blank but somewhat relenting look, "Where do I start?" He asked as he sighed.

Sneg looked over her shoulder while grabbing her tags and cross with one hand as she scanned the room before stopping at the sight of a familiar woman with cat ears, "Well isn't that your friend Blaze? Why not with her?"

"I'm not..." Sneg cut him off.

"Too late. Hey Blaze!" She waved her over after getting her attention.

Mroz just sighed again, "I hate you." He said in a quiet and flat tone.

Blaze sauntered over with her own tray and friendly smile on her face, "So, how's Rhodes Island's two newest Operators doing today?" She asked while trying to suppress a laugh at the sight of two of the most dangerous people on the entire landship at the moment in a rather strange situation. Mroz was burying his face in his palm while slowly shaking his head at the antics of his team mate while she was currently laughing at his reaction.

"I'm sorry for this idiot's reaction here Blaze." The brown haired woman apologized while sticking her hand out to the Operator, "Sneg, I'm his partner and the team's better half." That one earned a very audible groan from Mroz. "I've been trying to get this ice cube to defrost for a while now and wondering if you could help."

Blaze shook the hand before sitting down then, "Oh, that's no problem. We're all working together now with Rhodes Island so it would help to get to know you guys too." She placed her stuff down on the table as well. "So, you said you're his partner, how long have you two been working together?"

"Well good to finally meet you too Blaze. As for your question, I'm not allowed to give you an exact time, we were a special operations team and all, but we've been working together for a few years now." Irina shifted in her seat to face the new occupant of the table.

"Ahh,..." Blaze went on, "So you two are both military? I have a bunch of friends who were part of my home country's military. In fact, we've got a lot of ex-military here." She leaned back in her seat a little, "So who were you guys with then?"

"You've probably never heard of it, but the UNSC." Blaze looked confused before Irina quickly moved on, "Anyway, I was originally Army before I got assigned to be his..." Mroz was slowly looking up, "partner and I got transferred to the Navy."

Blaze still looked a little puzzled, "Hmm, didn't know there were places with Navies that significant to have their own SpecOps units." She smiled as she looked at the two, "Interesting thing to know. You two must be from pretty far away."

Irina snickered at that, "You can say that again. I almost forgot to mention but..."

She was cut off though this time by the stoic man across the table sitting back to the wall, "You're an honorary UNSC Army Ranger, it's not like I haven't heard that one several thousand times before."

Blaze looked at Mroz and then back to Sneg who gave her a wink, this was obviously part of her plan. She smiled back before returning to the conversation, "Now that sounds like an interesting story." She said while playing up the interest in addition to what she already had.

"Da,..." Irina started, "It's a great story and I'm sure he can tell it end to end by now." She nudged her partner in the elbow.

"Sneg, I'm not telling that story." Mroz looked at her with a very fed up face.

"Do it or I'm telling her the long version."

"Fine, just for her sake I'll give her the short version. Alright, so Sneg after finishing her initial training was selected by her superiors to be sent to our military's best Sniper school which is normally reserved for the UNSC Army Rangers." Mroz started telling the story as Irina looked to Blaze with a smile on her face and offering a fist to bump which she did after realizing the younger partner's plan.

"So, upon landing at the facility, she was approached by this one guy named Sergeant Thomas..."
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"And the best part was that he never walked again and the Drill Sergeant and other Rangers were the ones laughing at him!" All three started laughing as Mroz hit the punchline of the story. He did give the short version of the story, but that was still about an hour long and luckily they had finished their breakfasts by then and were just chatting.

Sneg did interrupt though, "So, I ended up finishing Sniper School with top marks in my group. Impressed with my abilities and initiative, the Colonel got me the patch and pin and made me an honorary UNSC Army Ranger." She finished pointing towards herself with her thumb.

Blaze was laughing, she never expected it to go that way. "Ok, I'm not even going to question how you guys managed to park a jeep or warthog or whatever ontop of a rooftop. Sounds like that was a riot. I'm not big into fighting from that far away, but even I would try to get into that Sniper School if those are the type of antics that happen there."

"Hmm,..." Mroz hummed to himself, "If you think that's a good story, you need to hear the story of how I managed to win the respect of the ODSTs." He said triumphantly to himself as he leaned back in his chair.

"Alright then, tell them." Sneg challenged him before he shook his head.

Responding rather dryly, "Nope, that one's classified until I trust them."

"Awe, come on." A random voice could be heard from behind Sneg and Blaze at that. Looking over the two, Mroz could see that they had attracted quite the crowd as a good amount of the Operators, staff, and even the kitchen crew had gathered over by them to hear the story. He pointed back at them and asked, "When did they all get here?"

Sneg and Blaze both looked back before checking the time. They had the same reaction. "Move it Mroz!" Sneg yelled as she shot up from her seat and grabbed her partner. "We've got places to be and things to do."

Blaze waved bye as she moved to get back on schedule too, "Well see you two later. Can't wait to hear some more stories." The crowd meanwhile began breaking up.

Once they were out of earshot, Irina looked to Alex as they walked in lockstep. "See,..." She started while waving a hand, "It's easy. All you need to do is start."

Alex looked at her realizing what she just did, "Wait, was that just an elaborate plan to get me to start opening up?" His partner nodded at that. "So why did you bring Blaze over when anyone else could have worked?"

Irina grinned ear to ear at that, "Oh, she's someone I know you've fought with so it's less work to get you to start talking to, you're at least cordial with her already, she's friendly with us, and..." She turned to him knowing that this would be funny for her, "I think you two are cute together."

Alex gave her the same Marathon class cruiser destroying glare, "Correction, I don't hate you, I despise you."

Irina burst out laughing as she continued to follow her partner. He was just too easy to do things like this with.
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AN: I just wanted to put out some filler for today while I plan out the next section.

As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.

Until next time.
 
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