[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.

[lonenoble]

Noble Two is dead. She won't be saying anything.

[encryptedlock]

[He winces, a gesture anyone who's used to reading others in armor will get loud and clear, but then crosses his arms defensively.] Space-Time anomaly, this place. It was 2552 when I got here almost three subjective years ago.

[lonenoble]

[She takes a step back, only now starting to realize that without the high of combat, the injuries are starting to show through.] It is 2552.

[encryptedlock]

It is for you, yeah, and it was for me when I stepped into a teleporter and came out in a room in this castle three years ago. And a lot of people claim they're from other times entirely, like the twenty-first century, or that they're from worlds that aren't on any UNSC colony record.

[lonenoble]

I don't believe you.

I much be losing my mind... Between you and the voice I'm hearing from the book...

[encryptedlock]

[York holds up his hands in a helpless gesture.]

I don't blame you, Spartan, but I meant all of it--especially the part about medical facilities. You look like you've lost some blood.

[lonenoble]

I don't need it. I'm fine. [Have a very hostile Spartan. Kat is not going to happy when she gets here.]

1/2

[encryptedlock]

[Oh my God you Spartans are all the same.]

Fine. I'll prove you're not in Kansas anymore. Castle, how about a goddamn biofoam cannister?

[Poof! Hey Six, have a can of nice healing biofoam clattering to the floor....]

2/2 York y so melodramatic XD

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[York will probably register another FIF tag on his tracker moments before Kat bursts throught he door, takes half a second to assess the situation, and then proceeds to rush to Six's side.]

[and yes snatching that biofoam cannister up in the process. She jerks her head to motion York over, carefully reaching for Six's arm.]

Steady. Lets get you stable.

[lonenoble]

[Ok, now that combined with the arrival of Kat is enough to baffle Six to the point where she's starting to think she's lost it.

Between that and the blood loss...] Kat? How...

[encryptedlock]

I told you, space-time anomaly.

[He sends a grateful nod in Kat's direction and gestures over to one of the sofas for Six to sit down at before heading over at Kat's request.]

Listen, you're safe now, and we can get you healed up and--when's the last time you ate?

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Pocket dimension, Six. Consider it a forced holiday. [She's letting York take over logistics, she's already going about trying to get some of the damaged armor off so she can apply the biofoam.]

Just a warning; don't let York find any of your MREs. He'll confiscate the stuff and make you eat real food.

[lonenoble]

[Six isn't really resisting Kat's attempts to remove armor. If fact, she's in shock enough between the injuries and surprise that she needs to sit down. But York's question gets a bitter laugh.] What's the point of worrying about food when it's just a matter of time before your death?

[encryptedlock]

[Yep, crossing his arms again.] From what I hear, I die about five minutes after I go through that teleporter, but I've been here for a damn long time. From now on, consider the events of home indefinitely postponed.

So. You want something to eat?

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Administering biofoam. [Kat gives a heads up because one, the stuff hurts like a bitch, but two, focusing on that is offering a nice distraction from the fact that it would seem another Noble teammate doesn't make it. A fellow Beta. Details would have to wait, but the severity of it isn't lost on her.]

Let York feed you, he won't shut up otherwise.

[lonenoble]

[The biofoam gets a bit back noise of pain, but damn if she was going to she any sign of weakness that she didn't have to right now.]

Why?

[encryptedlock]

Because I give a damn and it'll help reinforce that this isn't some weird hallucination. Once sec.

[He jogs over to the kitchen to grab some food (hopefully of the quick, high-calorie variety if this Spartan eats as much as Kat does), leaving the two Noble team members alone for a bit.]

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Consider him a Jorge-lite. [Kat chucks the spent cannister, wishing up another but not using it quite yet. She's lifting away more armor to see if anything else is in as dire need of the bonding agent.]

What did you get yourself into, Six? [She's almost afraid to ask, but curiosity and concern are too loud to ignore for her.]