Mission 001 [Dictated]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[There's a clunking sound over the journals, one attributed to someone wearing some heavy-duty armour picking themselves up from the ground.

This time, it belongs to one Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052, waking up in his room in the castle...

And wondering how the hell he got there.]

... Ugh. Where the hell am I?

[A pause, and then the following filters out]

This is Noble Five, calling on all UNSC frequencies. Requesting pickup. Current location... [He looks around] Unknown. Looks to be... [Another pause] Some sort of fancy hotel room. Repeat, requesting pickup, over.

[His journal is open nearby, and any UNSC personnel who happen to have their radios on will hear the transmission.]

((OOC: Open to all. Be ready to have one confused Supersoldier.))

Comments

[n0thing-is-fair.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I'm not familiar with the place. But I doubt you could get back. I've been told you can't.

[Though he's not satisfied by that answer.]

[noble5.livejournal.com]

[Most people knew about Reach. This doesn't make sense...

Have a low, frustrated growl. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and he was getting a headache.]

I've gotta be dead... There's no way I'd survive that...

[That's mumbled lowly. Obviously, the journal decides to be a troll and capture it all.]

[n0thing-is-fair.livejournal.com]

Sorry, survive what?

[noble5.livejournal.com]

...

[Jon wasn't supposed to hear that]

A slipspace bomb. I was to stay behind on the Covvie Corvette and set it off. I should be in an endless void now.

[What was the harm? If this was some sort of Covenant mind trick, they'd already found out about the bomb.]