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[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.

At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.

The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]

This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.

--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?

Comments

[spaceracist]

No barracks?

[All he needs is a bed and maybe a small locker at the foot of it. Emile doesn't know what he'd do with a whole hotel room, much less an apartment.]

[allfunandgamesuntil]

[York shakes his head.]

Closest thing is the rooms on the Mother of Invention, but there's been something attacking people there.

[spaceracist]

Mother of Invention?

[That sounds like a ship name.]

What kind of thing?

[allfunandgamesuntil]

It's a frigate, or part of one.

[Well...]

We aren't sure. Whatever it is it attacks faster than anyone can see or anticipate.

[spaceracist]

Hell yeah. [Now that sounds way more up his alley.]

What you say we figure out what it is and take it out? [CAUSE THAT'S TOTALLY DOABLE.]

[allfunandgamesuntil]

We're working on it. No one's even been able to catch it on motion trackers yet, so we've gotta figure something out.

[It's nice to have someone who's all gung ho about it, though. Maybe Emile should talk to Perry.]

[spaceracist]

[Fighting against impossible odds is literally his job description.]

What kind of attacks it use?

[allfunandgamesuntil]

Physical and up close. From behind. It's gotta be cloaked though; even if no one's seen a shimmer, people who were there together haven't seen it either, from what I hear.

[spaceracist]

Any signs of plasma?

[Because obviously this sounds like an Elite to him, but he's open to the possibility that it might not be.]

My specialty's assault. If I can engage it, you think the rest of you could run support?

[allfunandgamesuntil]

People've tried to draw it out and it's just taken them out. If you're planning to try a takedown, I'd do another comm, open to everyone, so we could assemble a decent team.

[spaceracist]

I'll need everything we have on it, too. Not the best strategist, but I can do tactics with my eyes closed.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

People will be happy to help; it's been kind of a problem for everyone.

[spaceracist]

[York, you just gave him a mission. Best possible thing you can do for a Spartan.]

Count on me.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

[York grins.]

I will.