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[lonenoble]

Who: Noble Six and Kelly-087
What: Sparring
When: Today
Where: The roof
Rating: PGish. PG-13 at most.

[They'd talked it over a while back. Noe they'd finally set up a day and a time for it. And the fact that a lot of residents are off dealing with offspring as certainly going to make it much less likely that they get interrupted by a civilian. Okay, fighting on the roof would probably make that a lot easier.  Who'd really come up there to check on things.

Now, Six is waiting in armor for the older Spartan to show up.  Though she's getting a bit antsy and impatient as it is.  She hadn't felt comfortable sparring around others after snapping like that.  This would give her a chance to test herself.  And rest isn't a standard state of affairs for a Spartan.]

Comments

[banshee_rider]

I figured that was a given. [There were enough dead Spartans as it was.]

Could I ask you something before we get started?

[lonenoble]

What do you need to know?

[banshee_rider]

Where did you get your Mjolnir? It was Halsey's project, none of the IIIs I knew had it.

[lonenoble]

I was special. They pulled me away for solo missions, until I was assigned to Noble on Reach. Primarily IIIs, except for a II named Jorge. We all were given Mjolnir.

Not that any of it was enough to save Reach.

[banshee_rider]

I was there, I know Reach fell. [She takes and releases a careful breath, not expecting good news about this next question.] 052, do you know his status?

[lonenoble]

One of us needed to manually detonate a slipspace bomb when the remote detonation broke. It had to be one of us...

He decided I was needed more on Reach.

[banshee_rider]

[Kelly's still and silent, for a moment, but Six should recognize the subtle shift in armor, the way she looks down at her feet. There were so very few of them left any more.]

Understood. [She was too tired from hearing this kind of news anymore to offer any sort of encouragement, how he took some of the bastards with him, or that's what he would have wanted. At this point, she wished more of them could have come out alive from their respective missions.\]

[She does a quick count in her head. Fred, Linda, Herself. No news on Grey team. Even John, missing for months.]

[lonenoble]

I wish I had better news for you.

[banshee_rider]

At this point I'm not used to better news.

[Okay, she had heard they reached a cease-fire, which was a win in a manner of speaking but lacked the definite satisfaction of a full out victory. And, of course, it came at a great price with the disappearance of Master Chief.]

Shall we get started?

[lonenoble]

I know what you mean...

[Moving to get into a ready position.] Sounds good.