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IC: Alice - The Madrigal - Hanger -

"You know, mingling with crowds more would probably help you get over that feeling of being cornered." Alice decided to chime in with her own advice, whether it was wanted or not.

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IC: Vali 'Sakuai [Madrigal Hangar]

Vali looked over to the craft which Myra had indicated, thought that was a generous term for the vehicle. Little more than a flying gun with engines strapped to the frame, there wasn't much in the way of auxilary systems. "I have been briefed," Vali replied, turning back to Myra, "They seem to be... your equivalent of a Banshee."

With that, two more of the Madrigal's Spartan company arrived. One male, one female, that much she could surmise. Clad in nearly identical armor, one of them expressed his apologies on being late. The both matched the descriptions of the... Headhunters she believed they were refered to as. Her jaw drew back slightly at the Spartan's remark, an equivalent of a grin that was no less disconcertingly predatory given the teeth which it exposed. "That much I understand, Spartan. These are strange times indeed."

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IC Cassie Rawlins A313 - Madrigal Armory:

She laughed heartily, "No worries, big guy, I'll keep it pointed downrange~"

She moved around the others and out to the hangar.

"Boss, you want me on the Frames or in the Pelican?" She called to Myra.

 

 

 

 

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IC: Madrigal Armory

    With the other Spartans now filing out towards assembly, Jill hurried to finish outfitting herself. Spartan or not, military personnel use the equipment that they have been assigned (though there exists considerably more leeway for customization for special forces than the lay-rifleman). For Jill, that equipment was a standard-issue MA5D ICWS and a M6H2 magnum - a rather standard loadout, perhaps embarrassingly so in comparison to some of what the others were packing. Neither weapon was heavily customized either, something that was on Jill's rather expansive list of things to do, but probably would be another few days before she could attend to it. Not like standard-issue really bothered her - the 5D was not much different from C, her old service rifle model, and the H2 was only so different from the rest of the M6 family. Before she was a Spartan, the MA5 was her tool of choice - the recoil was manageable, and its automatic fire allowed her to suppress a target area with little difficulty. Now, though, her enhanced body meant that the once nigh-uncontrollable recoil of the M6 was now not much more than a steady, slight kick against her palm. And that stopping power just could not be beat.

    But if you were to ask Jill what her weapon of choice was, she wouldn't point to either firearm. They were for protection, defensive tools to keep herself alive in the thick of combat. The heavy backpack she was busily rifling through was her real offensive equipment. Inside the confines of the battle-pack was a host of bits and bobs, almost too many to count: antenna parts, spare radios, jammers, wire taps, signal boosters, EMP grenades... the list was on and on. When she was in the Marines, she could carry a third as much of these because of the sheer weight of it all. Between her enhancements and the MJOLNIR, she could carry a person's weight in EWAR equipment without even really noticing it. These were her weapons, the tools by which she waged war. Break down enemy communications, access them and interfere, while protecting your own from intrusion - EWAR done correctly meant absolute tactical dominance, and Jill played to win.

    Closing the pack, she slung it over her back. She slapped her magnum against her hip, the magnetic lock sealing it to her side for when she needed it. Her rifle she would carry, as the pack completely covered the back magnetic docks. With her outfitting done, the Spartan moved to leave the armory in order to catch up with the others. Her helmet, still on from the armoring process, fed her directions to the hangar assembly point with a single request. There was definitely something to be said about cybernetic implants.

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IC: Julia-G101 - Madrigal Hangar

"Respecting boundaries helps too, Alice." Julia's voice came out, a firmness to the modulated sentence. It wasn't threatening, but it was concise. Her yellow visor withheld any expression.

She looked Vali up and down, still fascinated by the fact a Sangheili would be serving with them. She'd only briefly interacted with Sangheili, but their technology intrigued her. She was almost tempted to ask to see her energy sword, as she saw it clipped to her thigh. 

But, again, boundaries. 

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

“If you’d forgive an old man being presumptuous, Spartan Vasquez, Spartan Rawlins- I’d suggest the Pelican.  I can’t say I’m not concerned about seeing a bunch of booster rockets and guns strapped together and called an insertion craft.”

Scribbling idly away on a notepad with a well-worn pencil, Gunnery Sergeant Taylor Gull stiffly strode over to the small crowd of Spartans (and one Elite), his rucksack covered in enough frags and mines to blow an entire platoon of Kig-Yar on their own little Great Journey.  “Morning, everyone,” he added.  “Hammer Squad’s just about finished up on the Pelly, for the record, so I figured I’d take a short stroll while I had a little time, see how the other side’s living.”

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It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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IC: Artur-G013 [Madrigal Hangar]

Artur's visor turned fully towards Myra, the faceless visage staring wordlessly for a moment. "Don't worry," he replied calmly, while Julia chided Alice for him. "Julia and I got our implants replaced right before this deployment. I'm not that crazy."

A pause.

"I think."

The entirely deadpan delivery would leave it up to interpretation whether that statement was a joke or a serious warning.

He turned to Vali, giving her a proper nod of greeting as she spoke to him. "Vali 'Sakuai, right?" he started, entirely unperturbed by the grin she had. Sangheili blood was a different colour, sure, but once you knew they bled the same as humans, there was nothing really to be scared of them for. "Very strange, considering they're sending a female Sangheili off on a deployment like this. What intelligence we had from before the Swords separated from the Covenant was that Sangheili culture was generally very...patriarchal."

He studiously ignored the approaching presences of Cassie, Jill, and Taylor, while continuing to focus on his current conversation. One target at a time, Artur, it's just like shooting. Probably not the best way to look at it but it helped, sometimes. "We've got adults being augmented into Spartans, completely mass-produced powered armour, and a female Sangheili swordmaster working together with a ship full of humans. Twenty years ago we'd all have been relieved of duty and sent to a mental institution for suggesting such things could ever happen."

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IC: [ Vasquez - Madrigal Hangar]

“Morning, Gunny!” Vasquez greeted the older man, and immediately stood a little straighter. Imperceptibly so perhaps, but still. One didn’t just shake off years of ODST drills. And on the list of things that put the respect of higher powers in someone, veteran ODST sergeants were up there.

“I’d agree, but we’ll need the dropship to hang back. And I’m sure she’d let me live it down if I stuck her with that. Not with the Spnkr she’s lugging around.”

She looked over to the wasp-camo Spartan. “Right, Rawlins?”
 

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IC: Alice - The Madrigal - Hanger -

Alice was silent for a while. Had she overstepped some boundary? She delved into the memories she had of the child who's brain had been used to create her, but nothing there seemed to help her in this situation. She couldn't quite understand what she'd done wrong and it frustrated her a bit. 

"Sorry..." That was all she managed to reply with as she focused a decent amount of her processing power on trying to understand why her advice had been seemingly rejected. Spartans were weird. 

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IC Cassie Rawlins A313 - Madrigal Hangar:

"I'm sure there'll be plenty to do once the path is cleared, but I appreciate you lookin' out for my needs, boss~"

She pulled the duffel up a bit with one hand, "All the same, not sure I want to be hauling all of this on one of those."

She flashed an Amber light in Artur's HUD in response to his comment about adult Spartans.

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

Taylor frowned behind his faceplate.  Even after half a decade, being an ODST still felt a bit surreal to him; seeing a Spartan, an actual Spartan, perk up at the sight of him, even just a little...

Whatever alternate universe I've been dropped into, I hope my evac's coming soon.

Now wasn't the time for frayed nerves, of course.  Inhale.  Exhale.  "Apologies, Spartan," Taylor said, keeping his voice smooth and steady.  "I was under the impression that we'd be sending you ODST support as soon as the Banshees and Sera-"

Wait.

Wait.

Hold up a minute.

"...pardon me, I just realized something."

He turned to Artur.

"Could you run that by me again- the bit about adult Spartans and mental institutions?"

It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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IC: Artur-G013 [Madrigal Hangar]

Of course, joking around with Vali and Julia couldn't last forever, even if it was already proving easier to talk to them than anybody else. He ignored the light flashing in his HUD from Cassie, instead turning back to Taylor. "I thought I stated it very clearly," he said in reply, mildly confused at the ODST's confusion. It might not have been confirmed—the existence of the Spartan III program still wasn't even officially known to anybody outside of command—but he knew rumours had been going around for years through the UNSC military about Spartans and their origins.

Surely this man had heard them?

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

"Is that..."

Taylor's jaw worked.

"Is that not..."

Gears spinning, steam hissing, a hamster frantically scurrying nowhere on its wheel.

Now is not the time.

"...y'know what, I'll ask about it later."  He paused.  "Actually, no, that's probably a bad idea.  I think?"

Deep breath.  Exhale.

Ugh.  Definitely not the time.

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It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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IC: Julia-G101 - Madrigal Hangar

The realisation of what Artur just admitted sent Julia's elbow to dig lightly into Artur's side.

"He's joking. I know, his sense of humour is awful." She covered, keeping a calm tone. Artur was bridging the line between asocial and downright dangerous in conversation topics. She knew he didn't mean it, but the last thing she wanted was to discover her partner had been taken away by ONI spooks and given a terrible cover story to ink up the obvious fact that he'd babbled.

She wasn't sure she could live with herself if that happened. 

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IC: [ Vasquez - Madrigal Hangar]

Uh-oh... 

She quickly thought about laughing it off with something along the lines of That’s the bravado talking, but Julia was faster. And if they suddenly all started playing it off as a joke it’d look suspicious too. The Spartan program had a proud history - if you ignored the blacked out parts. She shot Artur a quick look, but then decided to get back to the topic of the mission. 

“Back to the point: Yes, Pelican will launch once their escorts have been thinned out and we’ve confirmed the presence of prisoners. We’re going to sweep the ships but we’ll need Hammer to deal with potential stragglers and casualties. We’ll get to the briefing soon as Spartan Markov gets his rear in gear.”

Speaking of which: “Alice, think you can give him a reminder to join us at his earliest convenience?”

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IC: Alice - The Madrigal - Hanger -

"Yes Ma'am!" Alice responded.

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Nearly as soon as she'd been asked, Markov would earn the privilege of being addressed by the child-sounding AI. "Spartan Markov, the others are asking for you."

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

Taylor exhaled again, nodded.  Back to business, then.  "Understood, sir," he said, and to his surprise he was still able to keep his voice steady.  "And, uh, Alice?  I'm fine.  Pre-op jitters, nothing big."  Well, that was half correct, at least.  He managed a thin smile.  "Thanks for asking, though."

He tried not to look at Julia and Artur.  Tried not to think about when they might have been recruited.

Tried not to think about Reach.

He sighed.  He was doing that a lot this morning.

"Artur, kiddo-"

Darn it.

"-if that's your idea of a joke, I'd suggest staying away from stand-up."

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It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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"I tell you, it's hard being so popular. I'm comin', I'm comin'. Have to keep the fans happy."

He'd already been in motion, more or less, when the comment came through. He'd given the other Spartans a head start. The one with his helmet on already, Artur, had taken the bump well enough but he'd also bolted quick. No reason not to let him have a little space on the way, and it gave him a chance to run one last check on his software. The LOCUS helmet... It really wasn't like anything he could have expected. It was artful, almost. And it'd make his job a lot easier.

Not to mention the fact that a Hunter could stomp on it and he wouldn't even get a headache.

He tucked the helm under his arm and walked to the hangar, quick enough to be punctual but not so fast as to imply a rush. There was no need, an extra thirty seconds wasn't going to matter much. Gave him a minute to consider the mission briefing so far. Open Frames were a real nailbiter, someone was on a lot of drugs when they came up with it. Nik still wasn't sure that someone hadn't been pushed to see what sort of cheap solution they could pass off, honestly. Professionally or on a bet. Oh, yeah, sir, they probably said. All those suits are sealed up, we don't need a chassis, or armor, or life support. Trust me, sure, this'll be great.

Lunatics.

And speaking of... 'Jumpers, Spartans, aaaand... The Elite. The Sangheili, properly speaking. He had no idea what the brass were thinking with that. Her. He could recognize the Elites weren't enemies anymore, at least most of them weren't, He was thankful for their help in ending the war, he knew it couldn't have happened without the Schism. But something about seeing one here, on deck in a UNSC vessel, just set him on edge. The rest were all solid whether he could back it up yet or not. And no ship with a contingent of ODSTs could be too bad.

"Gunny! I didn't know they were letting fossils re-up." He said cheerfully to the (much) older man, shifting the charcoal, vaguely skeletal helmet from one arm to the other. Despite his cheer, one eye stayed on the Elite. His posture was fluid, but somehow wary; infused with the awareness that for the first time in his whole life, he didn't have to look up to regard one. The balance had shifted, and even though this one was an ally he would be ready. A lifetime of war took time to undo. He wasn't ready to trust her yet. Still, he held the other hand out for the ODST to bump while he nodded his head in Myra's direction. "Present company excluded, ma'am."

He grinned.

"Miss Elite. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

Taylor turned.  Blinked.  Stared.

There was a soft clunk as armored palm met faceplate.  Taylor began to cackle.

"Fossil?" he said, returning the fistbump with gusto- he knew it took a lot of force to make a Spartan really feel it.  "Fossil, you say?  You've got some attitude for a walking, talking tree, kid."

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Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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IC: Julia-G101 - Madrigal Hangar

"I know, right." She muttered, in response to Taylor. The situation had seemingly cooled. Artur had taken the hint.

The stragglers were coming into the fold, finally. Myra would probably begin laying things out in proper.

She kept her eyes on Taylor, something about his demeanour worried her. Hopefully he didn't suspect anything. She looked toward the boosters that'd carry them toward the Kig-Yar threat.

There's one for each of us, right?

 

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IC: Madrigal Hangar

    Jill arrived at the hangar, fashionably(?) late. The armoring process had eaten into her time more than expected, meaning that even Nik had made it to the space faster than she had. Attempting to not draw any attention to herself (as much as someone wearing MJOLNIR armor could), she slunk towards the others, making sure to end up at the rear of the group. Already she was reaching for her helmet to remove it, a process made difficult by her rifle still being in her right hand. Assuming she did this right, the others wouldn't think too much about her appearance, as they all seemed rather busy...

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IC: Vali 'Sakuai [Madrigal Hangar]

The Spartans and one of the... Ohdeesstees she had heard them be called, the soldiers who were not Spartans, were busy discussion some matters of technicality that weren't entirely clear to her. Something of adults being trained for... combat? Nevermind, humans were strange. She wasn't particularly interested in such human discussions regardless, not when something far more interesting had, apparently, finally made his appearance. Another Spartan, of course, humans seemed to enjoy sending their most proficient soldiers on the most dangerous missions, they were almost like her own people in that regard. Though this one was noticeably taller than the rest, enough so that his green mammalian eyes were level with her own, the contrast only growing with the totally black armor he wore, far cry from the various shades the other Spartans were clad in.

Though that didn't so much draw her attention, and neither did the fact that his helmet was uncharacteristically human skull-like, didn't the humans shy away from ornate armor? No, the look that he watched her with did. The other humans had regarded her with a range of countenances, some with fear, some with disgust, some pretended not to see her at all. This one looked at her like a target.

She felt her back tense.

This one might've been an ally, but it was clear he was not a friend.

"And yours, Spartan Markov," Vali replied in greeting, doing her best to recreate the name which Myra had spoken moments before. He had smiled, and though it was a facial expression of theirs that she recognized easily, there was no soul behind it. Even so, she was not here to provoke a fight. "I am called Vali 'Sakuai, though you may use Vali if you wish."

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IC: Artur-G013 [Madrigal Armory]

Potential crisis mostly averted, Artur noticed the slight turn of Julia's helmet, glancing over towards the OF92 frames. He tapped her on one shoulder, a much more gentle way of getting her attention than she normally did for him, a small smile growing beneath his visor. "Don't be getting any funny ideas with those," he warned her, while at least Vali and Markov were more focused on each other than anything else currently happening. "You need to fly carefully, no theatrics."

He paused, letting the warning sink in for just a moment.

"Because if anything goes wrong, it's going to leave you feeling very soar."

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IC: Julia-G101 - Madrigal Hangar

That one took a minute.

It was only a groan a few seconds or so afterwards that indicated that she got the pun. They were somehow getting worse, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Other than immediate disappointment, of course.

"Just for that, I hope they put you on my rear gunner spot. Don't worry, they gave us implants for motion sickness." 

They most certainly did not.

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IC: [ Vasquez - Madrigal Hangar]

Now that they were all here, Myra walked over to a  large display screen mounted to the hangar’s bulkhead. “Alright team, time for the briefing. Huddle up!” Vasquez called out loudly enough to signal the socializing part of the day was over. As the rest moved in closer, she said: “Alice, pull up the tacmap, would ya?”

A digital representation of the operational area popped up on screen, framed around the Madrigal and the two corvettes. Myra stepped up next to the display. 

“Good news first: For the duration of our assignment aboard the Madrigal. We’ve been designated as fireteam Nova.”

None of what she was about to say was new information, really and they’d all separately reviewed the mission brief multiple times already, but this was a last opportunity to make sure everyone was on the same page. If it meant a flawless mission with zero casualties, she’d repeat this briefing a hundred times if need be.

“Here’s the current position of our targets: Two DAV class corvettes.” They were marked as A and B on the tacmap respectively. “Our primary objective is to capture their flight data logs to help ONI find their missing ship. Between us and that are twelve confirmed Banshees , at least four Seraphs and two jackal crews.”

“Spartans are gonna ride out ahead in scattered formation on booster frames and take out their escorts and shields. Madrigal and her Broadswords are gonna assist with covering fire.”

Yes, the boosters were seat-of-your-pants flying contraptions, but the idea was to present numerous fast and small targets, dividing the corvette escorts’ attention. And if something did happen to any of them during flight, there would be enough of the team left to complete the mission.

At this point, the display changed to show the internal deck layout of the DAV corvette class. 

“Once the shields are down we’ll then board the corvettes via the hangars and make our way to their respective bridges to retrieve the data logs. We’ll do it quick and thorough. Our secondary objective is to confirm if there are prisoners aboard and rescue them if that’s the case. We’ll need a dropship for that, so our ODST friends in Hammer will hang back a bit and follow us in once the corvettes’ defenses have been softened up enough to bring the Pelican in safely.”

As she spoke, the tacmap highlighted both the bridge and brig locations on the former covenant ships. They would have to do the insertion on both at roughly the same time. Ideally, Myra would have liked the whole team to go together, but once they’d captured one ship, the other could run or shoot if left unattended. So they had to keep them both occupied at the same time to prevent that sort of thing from happening. 

“We’re gonna need two teams for this: Julia, Art, you’re running point on A, together with Nikolai and Vali. The OFs weren’t designed with elites in mind so you two will have to share a ride.” she said to the Spartan and Sangheili.  “Cassie, Jillian, Taylor, you’re with me on B."

"Any comments, questions or gross oversights?”

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Mostly the ops plan he was expecting.

Nik turned his helmet over a few times in his hands, thinking. That wasn't entirely true. He wasn't expecting to be running with the IIIs or the Elite. The Spartan IIIs were workable; whatever his concerns personally they were Spartans and they'd been trained on the same signals and comm discipline. Maybe there'd be a little friction integrating such a practiced duo into a larger unit, but honestly? He could smooth out the rough spots. Maybe a drop like this'd help ease them all into the same team mentality. It was still a little strange to think about the Spartans' rank structure. Namely the fact that they didn't have one, aside from designating an overall head and a fireteam leader. All of that could get ironed out just fine.

He nodded slightly to Artur and Julia, keeping one eye fixed on Vasquez and without disrupting the briefing. He didn't have any questions but keeping the floor open for those who might was important.

And it gave him time to think about the more problematic inclusion to their little subunit.

Vali 'Sakuai. It had gone unspoken but he'd felt the assessment that went down; the brief second where their intentions were  laid bare. The Elite had tensed. Nik was a professional and he'd worked with people he didn't like before but he couldn't quite keep his discontent at her presence off of his face. As a liaison he could accept it. Not enjoy it. but accept it. Actually taking her out into the field with them, against a species hers used to be allied with, was entirely different. She wasn't completely brought up to speed on the Spartans' process the way everyone else was, he didn't know the first thing about Sangheili comm discipline or strategy and there was no time to drill any of it. More than that she'd be strapped into the gunner's seat on his OF in a few minutes. That could be a recipe for a whole lot of trouble.

But someone had to help bring her into the fold, if it was gonna get done, and you like the challenges don't you Nikky? So ease up. Drop the hackles. Try and make her a little more comfortable. Offer a hand, just keep the Magnum in your other one.

"Guess we'll be riding together, Miss 'Sakuai." He muttered out of the corner of his mouth to the Elite next to him, regarding her with one expressive eye. "Probably a first."

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IC: Julia-G101 - Madrigal Hangar

Okay, so they did have a booster each. 

The lineup was interesting. Fighting alongside a Sangheili, whilst she would have preferred to have been allowed to work with Artur solely, would be interesting. Perhaps even riveting. 

But she saw that look that Vali and Nik exchanged. That wasn't just a friendly tease. Spartan Markov had been given the green stamp to come on this mission by whoever up top, so Julia wasn't afraid of foul play on the mission, not one bit. But tension is a strong entity.

Tension leads to distrust, and distrust leads to mistakes. And mistakes...

She didn't finish the line of thought. All of them were professionals. Julia would just have to trust that her two other squadmates would play nice with each other.

The Spartan-III returned a helmeted nod to Nik, before shaking her head at Myra's question for other questions. 

As far as Julia was concerned, she was ready to blast off.

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IC: Vali 'Sakuai [Madrigal Hangar]

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no.

She was going on that thing. With him??

Vali decided after this was all over she was going to have to try very hard to figure out which ancestor she had upset enough to have saddled her with this... game of theirs.

Then again, she had been the one to ask for this. Personally. As an experience.

It appeared she was going to get exactly as much of an experience as she had asked for.

Naturally, she had familiarized herself on the Madrigal's compliment of vehicles when she had first received word of her new assignment aboard the human vessel. Though she had nearly missed these craft, if they could even be call that, seeing as the manifest listed them as ammunition rather than actual vehicles. This fact was not exactly reassuring in the slightest. Even so, while it would be first, she wouldn't exactly be in the dark on their operation. One of the benefits of the human's rather crude and simplistic weaponry, it made their operation rather easy to sus out.

Unfortunately, that was only half of the situation here.

The other half was regarding her with one of his startlingly colorful round eyes. Vali couldn't help but wonder if the same thoughts as her own were racing behind it.

"Indeed, Spartan Markov," The fact that he opted to use the name of her keep was not lost on her. She decided to pick her next words carefully. "I... look forward to it."

If nothing else, it would be a learning experience. Which is what she wanted, yes?

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

"Ah."  Grimacing under his helmet, Taylor raised a hand.  "Pardon me if I'm interpreting this wrong, Spartan Vasquez, but... did you just say that I'm supposed to be using one of those rockets?"

OOC: @Vezok's Friend

It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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IC: Artur-G013 [Madrigal Armory]

Putting the two members of the team that seem to have the most distrust for each other together seemed like a very risky move. Sure, it might work out well, throw them into duress, let them forge some mutual respect and maybe friendship by keeping each other alive...or one won't do quite as much as they could to save the other. He wasn't particularly worried that such would prove the case, but it was important to keep in mind. He returned Nik's nod, not voicing any of those concerns. It'd be easier for him and Julia to keep an eye on them, rather than potentially killing any chance at unit cohesion before the mission actually started.

"It'll be good to have you, Vali," he said instead, attempting to ease the tension just a little. "Can't speak for Markov, but Julia and I are better with human computers than anything the Covenant used to use. It'll be nice having somebody who knows how to work them around."

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IC: [ Vasquez - Madrigal Hangar]

Myra shook her head. “Negative, Gunny. You’ll ride in the backseat on my frame, I need you on the rear turret.”

She knew he didn’t feel comfortable with the idea, but that safety as priority was why she wanted him along, especially if they had to get prisoners off of those ships.

As for Nikolai and Vali...yes there was tension there. It was hard to miss after all. After decades of being enemies, how could there not be? But they were professionals and she expected them to act accordingly.

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IC: Taylor [Madrigal hangar]

"For a given definition of 'backseat', I imagine," muttered Taylor, eyes darting between the booster frames and Vasquez.  "Those things have an awful lot of exposure, and I'm not exactly packing a shield generator.  You sure you don't want me with the other Jumpers on the Pelican?"

OOC: @Vezok's Friend

It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

Dominus Temporis, if you're out there, hit me up through one of my contacts.  I've been hoping to get back in touch for a long time now.  (Don't worry, I'm not gonna beg you to bring back MLWTB or something.  :P )

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IC: [ Vasquez - Madrigal Hangar]

“Positive.” Myra replied. The Spartan moved in closer to Taylor and leaned in a bit, hands on her hips and looked the sergeant in the eyes. “Look, Gunny, I know this is unconventional. You like to play things safe. So do I. But this isn’t Infinity, we didn’t have the luxury of getting weeks of sims beforehand to form that unit cohesion. Now we’re Spartans, we’ll make it work, like we always do. But with your experience I believe you’ll help balance out the squad and get things working smoothly a whole lot faster.”

She stood back up straight and began moving over to the booster frames. “Besides, what happened to ‘feet first?’”
 

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IC: Alice - The Madrigal - Hanger -

Appearing near the tacmap, Alice’s avatar formed into existence, looking every bit like the titular character from Wonderland. She appeared to be looking thoughtful as she stared at the map a bit, not that she really needed to do this to ‘see’ the map.  
 

“A leap of faith sometimes requires a nudge. Like a mama bird pushing her hatching off the nest to the ground below...” 

Alice looked at the Spartans and friends. “Hmmmm, it’s not a perfect analogy but I think it works.” 

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