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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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[She nods back at York.] I know. [That in itself is a compliment.]

[She glances at Six.] More zealot class? Was it in anyway related to the one we took out before the spire? [Just, piquing her curiosity more. She can't not ask, as much as she wants to just hold off until Six is stable, her patience is breaking down.]

[Taking more of that food now.] Could get used to this...

[Six looks down.] Honestly? I have no idea. Maybe they just saw the lone Spartan slaughtering Elites and decided to make sure the job was finished. Who knows how they think?

[York nods as Six works on clearing the plate. It's probably just a snack to her, given Kat's average caloric intake, but it's better than nothing.]

Good. Let's get you to the clinic and see if you need any stitching up, fluids, that kind of thing? [Probably fluids.] Then I can hop off and check where your room is, unless you want to bunk with Kat for a while?

[Kat sets her jaw, trying to keep herself from asking more questions. She nods at the comment about food -- while she herself had a habit of slipping back towards MREs when things got too stressful to think about making a whole meal, she'd been dsicovering the beauties of chocolate and pizza.]

I've got bunks already set up, or there's plenty of space in the hangar. [Six was Noble's newest member, certainly, and Kat wasn't about to order her to stay anywhere, but she hoped they could at least stick together for a little bit, while she got caught up and Six got settled. The rush of getting things under control now was starting to settle, and Kat's realizing this isn't a dream, it's not a hallucination or some trick of the castle. Six was really here. Wounded, bearing bad news most likely, but here.]

[Six nods. She knows she needs medical attention.] Trust me, I know I need it. I've lost a decent bit of blood.

[She looks to Kat.] Where do you want me to stay? Seeing as my place is with my team, if you'll have me still after the report...

[York nods and straightens up, gesturing to the elevator.] Second floor, then, for the clinic. Let's get you back up to top shape.

[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.

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