Muse dragged into the sun / Thinking of exitvoid

[noblefive]

So I finally might get some action, huh? About time.

Mind you, not that I don't mind the downtime, but I was kinda designed for war. Helps if I'm kept in working order.

Still, glad to see you're mixing it up. Different environments. This one's actually closer to home.

Just... don't over-stretch, huh?

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[spartansneverdie]

That's always the problem--they spread themselves too thin.

[noblefive]

Sam? That you?

[Well, if he can be saved from death...]

I'm not sure. He's managed more, I just...

Well, let's say I've grown a little bit attached to him.

[spartansneverdie]

Petty Officer Second Class Samuel 034--in the flesh.

[ He grins. ]

Hard not to get attached. It's fun.

[noblefive]

[He forgot how young... Jesus.]

Well, if we're doing re-introductions... Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052.

[And there's a slight grin back.]

He's not a bad kid. And some of the stuff was kinda fun.

[tinsoldiers]

Working order? You make it sound like you're a fucking machine.

[Which frankly he wouldn't be surprised at but hey whatever.]

[noblefive]

[You're talking to the 8'0" super-soldier with the big-ass gun, Carver.]

I won't go into all the bullshit about how a unit is a "well-oiled machine", but the term "rusty" has to come from somewhere.

[tinsoldiers]

[Hahaha well-oiled machine that's rich. Try telling that to EarthGov where every man is expendable.]

So say, I dunno, "keep in shape". Unless you actually are a machine.

[EYEING SUSPICIOUSLY...]

[noblefive]

[And reaching up to remove his helmet.]

Proof enough?

[spartansneverdie]

[ Carver, that's gross. ]

[tinsoldiers]

[Not that kind of fucking machine Sam get out you're 14. BI ]

[spartansneverdie]

[ YOU SUPER CLASSY, YOU KNOW THAT? ]

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

It'll be fun. (but this is John saying it, so you never know if it's an accurate assessment or he's being incredibly dry.)

[noblefive]

Fun as in assaulting a Covenant Carrier, or fun as in cleaning armour?

[Jorge knows. Hence the clarification.]

It's good to see you, John. Still sticking to the dress code?

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

You're going to wish it was as simple as the Covenant. (but, on the bright side.) We have someone to take care of the armor for us.

It's complicated.

[donttakemystuff]

It's not that complicated. [beat] Okay, it can be complicated with all the different universes and timelines and crap, but really. Once you get over the whole lack of proper reality and real physics it's not that hard to understand.

[Yeah, right. Something like that.]

Speaking of which, I swear to God the next time we have free time I'm upgrading your freakin' armor. I'm tired of having to haul your ass out of it every time you get into trouble. [Really, he loves you. Can't you tell, John?]

[noblefive]

I'll work on my own armour. It's kinda... a project for me.

[Yep. Jorge is one of the few SPARTANs who modified his own MJOLNIR armour.]

[donttakemystuff]

Yeah, sure, it'll be fun. Spartans thrive on the crazy fight-to-survive shit, don't they? Well, great. I could use another [pack mule] suit to work on.

[One of these days, Halsey is going to kill him in his sleep.]

[noblefive]

Sorry, but my suit is a custom job. Classified. [As in; he modified it himself. Don't touch.]

[donttakemystuff]

Yeah, yeah. Everything about you is classified. But let's face it here: I know more about that armor there than you do. Even the modifications aren't that complicated.

[thisisspartaaaaaaaan]

I want to apologize for him.

[barebacking]

A man like you ... should always be getting some sort of action. So it's good to see another Spartan out and about.

[stomped]

[ Yaha NO. ]

[barebacking]

[ :( ]

[noblefive]

[Oh, it's you.]

Good to hear.

[barebacking]

[ Oh. It's you. Q's precious guardian. He reaches out to poke him before pulling his hand back. ]

So then we'll actually be able to spend time together.