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[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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[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.

[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...

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?

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.

[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?

[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?

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.

[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?

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.]

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.]

[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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

[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.

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.

Understood, sir. Though there may not always be time for that... I'll try to get clearance before killing people.

And Kat, your report won't be a long one. It was only the 30th.

[The sight of all that food just has the Spartan a bit confused when York brings it over.] What is all that?

[York chuckles a little at the mention of killing people accidentally.] The rest of us appreciate it, believe me. [And he nods at Kat to acknowledge Delta will want to speak to Six soon, at least as soon as she's stabilized.]

It's real food, Spartan. I know you probably haven't seen it in years. You gotta try the bacon things, at least.

[Kat nods back at York, then turns her attention to Six's damaged armored pieces, quietly wishing up replacement parts to have waiting in her workshop.] Like I said, don't expect to enjoy any MREs around him.

[Not that 'enjoy' and 'MREs' were usually used in the same sentence but her light tone hopefully gets the point across.] -- and any information you can give me is appreciated. Especially concerning Colonel Holland's orders concerning Sword Base.

You should appreciate it. I'm not exactly known for being a team player. [There's a pause as she looks the food over, eying the prawns.] Try ever for some of it.

[Six notices Kat's attention on the armor.] Helmet's on the floor over there. Was more a hindrance than a help in the end. Going to need serious repairs or replacement on a lot of the armor.

And I can give the full report on that easy enough.

[Come to think of it, York did only remember meeting the other four members of Noble in Kat's headspace. Maybe Six had a point about being a team player. Still, he was going to try his best to be good to anyone Kat considered an ally.]

Replacement might be easier for most of it. We've got near-unlimited resources here, but damn few people with the technical skills to repair MJOLNIR--Noble-Two here being the main one these days.

And give it a try. The food's not going to bite, I swear.

Don't kid yourself, Six. You were getting along fine with Noble. [A small smile as she moves to gather the helmet. Seeing the state it's in, however, she can't help but frown.] You did quite a number to this visor ... [Just more reminders of what she'd missed. So much could happen in just seven days. Hell, one day they'd seen Reach go from completely Covvie-free to having half the armada hanging above atmosphere.]

[Now's not the time, Kat. She shakes her head, returning to the couch with the JFO in hand.] If it bites, bite back harder.

[She grabs one of the prawns after a moment, biting into it hesitantly. She's surprised.] It's good.

Kat, I was doing what I had to. Carter warned me the lone wolf stuff wouldn't be tolerated. [There's pain there in her eyes. There was more to it than orders. She just wasn't about to admit to it.] And it was a lot of Covenant.

[There's a glance at the helmet.] Think you can repair it, Kat?

[York crosses his arms, though it's clear from his tone he's only joking by acting offended.] Course it is! I wouldn't give a Spartan bad food.

You can use my holotable if you need to for the repairs. How's the rest of your armor, Noble Six?

[York notices some wear and tear, but it's hard to tell how much of it is recent--or serious.]

2/2 York y so melodramatic XD

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