[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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[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.]

[lonenoble]

[That gets an odd look from her.] Friendly then?

[She can't help a flinch as some of the plasma injuries are exposed.] I did what was necessary. Ended with me alone surrounded by Elites. One moment... I saw what should have been the deathblow. Next, I'm here.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Friendly. He was my first contact here and he's been indispensable. He carries and AI onboard, too, who's exceedingly reliable with intel.

So far, though, you and I? Are the only Spartans. I've been here a year without backup. [She's setting more armor aside and prepping that second biofoam cannister.] Once you're feeling better I'm going to want a full report, Six.

[lonenoble]

I wasn't exactly friendly on meeting him. [That gets a look of curiosity.] An AI carrier? Him?

[Softly, as she braces herself for more biofoam]I don't think you'll like that report...

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

I wasn't either, when I first arrived. I'm sure he's used to it by now. [She nods.] Not a full Smart AI, but intelligent enough. He gives me a run for my money, sometimes.

[Kat injects the biofoam. That should about get her stable enough to get some food in her and get her ass up to the clinic.]

[Softly,] I'll take it over a year of dead air.

[lonenoble]

At least I didn't attack him. Was considering it... [Six pauses to think that over.] Makes sense. Smart AIs aren't exactly common technology. Would like to meet him sometime.

[Damn that hurt. But she's still refusing to show anymore weakness than she has to.] Whatever you need to know.

[encryptedlock]

[And York comes back through the kitchen door, waving with one hand and an armful of various goodies on a plate in the other hand. It's everything from a hot chili cheese dog to bacon-wrapped prawns to what looks like a pile of fresh-baked cookies. (Admittedly, he wished some of this up.)]

Here. Take anything you want, Noble Six.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

It can be a little disorienting here, at first. In the future, though, it might be smart to clear all targets through me. [Hopefully that will cut down on accidental assassinations.] You'll meet Delta eventually.

[She sits back and finally takes her helmet off as York returns, and runs her hand over her recently shorn head.] I'll want to know everything that happened after August 23rd, but eat first, and then we'll get you up to the clinic.