[Open in journal and in person in the lobby]

[lonenoble]

[This isn't been remotely what she'd been expecting to have happen. Not by a long shot. She knows it is only a matter of time before it finally happens. Alone, with all of the Covvies on Reach... It is just a matter of time before the deathblow finally falls. She knows death is coming. But she doesn't regret it.

She just watches on her back as what should be the deathblow starts to fall.

Suddenly, the scenery changes. The Elites vanish. She's indoors. And instead of Reach... It's an unfamiliar room.  A lobby of some kind.  But she's injured. Her helmet is nearby on the floor. And she's gasping for breath as she tries to deal with the injuries from the Elites that she'd been trying to hold off.  When she finally manages speech, it's rushed.]

How did I get here? What's going on?

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[encryptedlock]

[To his immense surprise, York finds a new "friendly" blip appearing on his motion tracker. That meant someone with a UNSC neural implant--and after quickly verifying where Kat, the Rookie, Maine, Wash, and Tex were, he quickly noticed the lobby was the originating point of the new signal. Coincidentally enough, there was a new, lost-sounding voice in the journal, too.

After having Delta run the FIF identification (and getting no database matches, meaning this person at least hadn't ever been in Project Freelancer), he decided to go down to the lobby himself to check it out, staying out of sight for the time being.

Even with friendlies, one could never be too careful.]

[lonenoble]

[It's definitely a woman in UNSC armor. Very damaged armor, with her helmet on the floor nearby. In spite of the numerous injuries, the Spartan is trying to get to her feet. She heard someone... She won't let herself be taken down like this.

The damage is all consistent with Covenant weaponry.]

This isn't...

[encryptedlock]

[Okay, she's alone and hurt, and the specific armor permutation isn't familiar with him but the design definitely is. And she definitely looks like she needs medical attention.

York steps out from behind the doorway leading to his tower and hopes she'll react well to someone else in pseudo-MJOLNIR.]

Easy, soldier. This is Foxtrol-12 and you're in neutral territory here.

[lonenoble]

[You get disbelief and continued struggles to get up that aren't going well at all for your troubles, York. She's up now, but it's mostly sheer stubbornness and Spartan resolve keeping her from collapsing.] Nowhere is neutral territory anymore on Reach. Not no. What happened to the Elites?

[encryptedlock]

Reach--

[Elites on Reach only meant one thing.] You're from Noble Team, right? We're not on Reach right now--architecture will tell you that much. Unknown sector, local designation Paradisa. Spatial-temporal rift dump spot, essentially.

Look, we got a medical facility on the second floor, if you want to follow me?

[lonenoble]

Noble Six...

[There's a wary look in her eyes. Even if he is human... She's been up against humans enough in the past to not take them all as friendlies.] You expect me to believe that?

[encryptedlock]

Welcome to Paradisa, Noble Six. [He says it firmly.] And no, the hell I don't expect you to believe any of it, but Noble Two's here and can give you the full sitrep.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Not even a year here could dull the memory of that voice, her team. She goes stock still hearing it over the journal, and then immediately drags it towards her even as she stands and grabs her helmet.]

Noble Six, this is Noble Two. SITREP, ASAP.

[lonenoble]

[Silence other than the rough breathing. Absolute shocked silence.]

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[NOT FUCKING GOOD.]

[Slamming the helmet on, grabbing the journal, and booking it out of her hangar, checking her tracker for blips, her tone sharp.]

Six. STIREP. What's your status?

[lonenoble]

[As much as she was alarmed by hearing someone dead... Habit and training kicked in.] Wounded.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Good, good, that's something, at least.]

Where are you, can you give me a landmark? [Heading for the castle since that seemed most likely, but nothing was showing up on her trackers yet.]

[lonenoble]

A lobby of some kind. This doesn't make sense...

[encryptedlock]

[To his immense surprise, York finds a new "friendly" blip appearing on his motion tracker. That meant someone with a UNSC neural implant--and after quickly verifying where Kat, the Rookie, Maine, Wash, and Tex were, he quickly noticed the lobby was the originating point of the new signal. Coincidentally enough, there was a new, lost-sounding voice in the journal, too.

After having Delta run the FIF identification (and getting no database matches, meaning this person at least hadn't ever been in Project Freelancer), he decided to go down to the lobby himself to check it out, staying out of sight for the time being.

Even with friendlies, one could never be too careful.]

[lonenoble]

[It's definitely a woman in UNSC armor. Very damaged armor, with her helmet on the floor nearby. In spite of the numerous injuries, the Spartan is trying to get to her feet. She heard someone... She won't let herself be taken down like this.

The damage is all consistent with Covenant weaponry.]

This isn't...

[encryptedlock]

[Okay, she's alone and hurt, and the specific armor permutation isn't familiar with him but the design definitely is. And she definitely looks like she needs medical attention.

York steps out from behind the doorway leading to his tower and hopes she'll react well to someone else in pseudo-MJOLNIR.]

Easy, soldier. This is Foxtrol-12 and you're in neutral territory here.

[lonenoble]

[You get disbelief and continued struggles to get up that aren't going well at all for your troubles, York. She's up now, but it's mostly sheer stubbornness and Spartan resolve keeping her from collapsing.] Nowhere is neutral territory anymore on Reach. Not no. What happened to the Elites?

[encryptedlock]

Reach--

[Elites on Reach only meant one thing.] You're from Noble Team, right? We're not on Reach right now--architecture will tell you that much. Unknown sector, local designation Paradisa. Spatial-temporal rift dump spot, essentially.

Look, we got a medical facility on the second floor, if you want to follow me?

[lonenoble]

Noble Six...

[There's a wary look in her eyes. Even if he is human... She's been up against humans enough in the past to not take them all as friendlies.] You expect me to believe that?

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Not even a year here could dull the memory of that voice, her team. She goes stock still hearing it over the journal, and then immediately drags it towards her even as she stands and grabs her helmet.]

Noble Six, this is Noble Two. SITREP, ASAP.

[lonenoble]

[Silence other than the rough breathing. Absolute shocked silence.]

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[NOT FUCKING GOOD.]

[Slamming the helmet on, grabbing the journal, and booking it out of her hangar, checking her tracker for blips, her tone sharp.]

Six. STIREP. What's your status?

[lonenoble]

[As much as she was alarmed by hearing someone dead... Habit and training kicked in.] Wounded.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Good, good, that's something, at least.]

Where are you, can you give me a landmark? [Heading for the castle since that seemed most likely, but nothing was showing up on her trackers yet.]

[lonenoble]

A lobby of some kind. This doesn't make sense...