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[Open in journal and in person in the lobby]

[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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[Kat stands and offers a hand in case Six needs help, unlikely as that is. She may be wounded, but she's still a Spartan.] It looks like you went out with a fight, Six and probably took a fair number of the ugly bastards with you. Whatever your report is, I'll still have you.

[Six is slow to get up, but damn if she's going to show weakness like that. She's up without help. Bad enough she needs to go to the clinic. She'll make it there on her own or collapse trying.] I wasn't about to go down quietly. That's just not right for Spartans.

No, I can imagine it's not.

[York won't offer his own hand for support (the Spartan would probably crush him anyway), but he does take care of operating the elevator so they can get to the clinic without a fuss.]

[There's just the smallest smile at that. Six was going to be just fine. Kat reaches out and gives her a brief grip on the arm, then snaps her own helmet back in place and gathers up the damaged pieces.]

Come on, lets get you fixed up.

[She's following York's lead quietly, focusing all her energy on getting to the clinic. The chit chat can wait until she's in better condition.] What kind of facilities are there here?

The ones I can tell you're going to be interested in are the shooting range and the fully customizable holographic training chamber called the Danger Room - I'll get you a key. There are actually two of them, but I can get you into the one that's not open to the public.

[Let's see, what else.]

There's a movie theater that's only open on Fridays, a room that's a beach half the time and a snowfield the other half, a giant library, a games room, a music room, a couple of restaurants and bars, a giant tube maze, and the kitchen's on the first floor.

We're also within walking distance of a city of, oh, about a hundred thousand people or so.

Don't forget to mention the hot springs. [Kat's bringing up the rear, keeping a subtle eye on her teammate. It was bittersweet, finally having a teammate here, after nearly falling apart, but knowing that whatever she was facing before hand was the inevitability of death. Odd how it was Kat's experience at the castle that let her know what that felt like.]

[That gets an exasperated noise.] I meant medical facilities. Not the full directory for recreation.

Oh.

[Well, she didn't specify.]

Think of it this way. Anything you can wish for that's not inherently destructive is here. We're mostly limited by people who know how to use it, more than any supplies.

We do have a fair variety of personnel with medieval to advanced medical knowledge ... but as far as anything advanced to our way of thinking? We're it. I haven't attempted to make an organ flash-clone chamber; I think that's a little above me.

[That gets a look of disbelief.] That bad? Wonderful. Enough facilities to patch me up at least?

No worries there, Six. We do have a pair of Doctors who can fix just about anything, if someone on staff can't.

[Kat doesn't add immediately to that, because her train of thought takes her somewhere she doesn't really want to discuss right now. Instead, after a moment she switches topics.]

You'll be fine, Six. Considering some of the other wounds that have come through here ... York, you remember Raiden?

Understood.

[She's going quiet. Not wanting to want her breath and energy as exhaustion is starting to set in.]

Didn't he come in here with like half a spine or something?

[The talking ought to hold them until they get to the clinic, at least - primitive by UNSC standards, but still recognizably a medical facility.]

Missing an arm. Well, technologically speaking. His head and spine were the only biological parts on him, the medic who picked him up needed someone good with tech to put him back together. So, I played Medic.

[Talking, yes, and there was a reason Kat's taking up the rear. She won't intercede if she doesn't have to, to save face, but if Six goes down she's not hitting the floor.]

[Six couldn't help pausing at that. Okay, in that case, she was probably in good hands.] I see.

[Then her attention was more focused on the walk and getting there while maintaining her dignity.]

[And they should be there very soon. York guides Six over to one of the more medically advanced areas (and away from all that magic bullshit) which has, among other things, a bed to lie down on.]

You two want to play doctor while I look for your room?

You'll want to alert the Lance Corporal if you see him. Have him report to me when he has a moment. [She turns to six and tilts her head.]

We even have our own personal helljumper here.

[Six moves over to the bed to sit.] The help is appreciated.

... Interesting. Anyone else that I should be aware of?

[York adds one last bit of wisdom before he waves to the two Spartans to leave them alone.]

Keep your eyes open for the Meta. Kat's got the full rundown on anyone considered a threat.

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[She nods at York as he departs, and turns her attention back to her teammate.]

Yes, I'll get you a full report on friendlies and hostiles. The Meta is from our world, formerly of York's project, but he's currently under lock and key. We've got a few hostiles in the prisons, currently, but there's always the threat that the castle could let them loose at any moment.

[she falls silent, still holding back the burning questions she had as she stepped aside to make room for a medic.]

[Six smirks at that.] Good. Wouldn't want there to be any casualties due to friendly fire.

The place actually has a prison?

[Six rather calmly lets the medic work on her. She's not about to complain about the pain.]

[Really, what is pain compared to the two biofoam cannisters Six had endured earlier?]

[Kat nods, shifting her weight and setting the armor pieces aside for the moment, taking her helmet off and setting it next to Six's damaged JFO.] Affirmative. It's in the basement, next to the Peace Patrol headquarters. When you're feeling up to it, I'll take you around.

There's no real governing force, people arrive and are sent home with too much of a frequency for any sort of government to form, but we've been working on establishing a stable police force and judgement system, at least.

[She's really just waiting for the medic to leave before getting to the heavier news. Besides wanting to know what had happened in that week between them, the fact that Six's exit of their world had been merely a week after Kat's meant that she didn't know the outcome of the war.] We have some things to discuss.

[Exactly.] Understood. We'll be working with that, I take it?

[Already getting into the team mindset.

Patience is a virtue. She can wait long enough for the medic to finish.] I guess we do. It's strange seeing you like this...

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