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[lonenoble]

[Noble Six couldn't help herself. After everything, she had to sit down now that there's breathing room. She's not dying at least, but the wounds that would have killed her weren't completely healed. There's some pain. And there's visible damage to the armor that she was going to have to try to figure out a way to fix.  It's damage from Covenant weaponry, to those that might be familiar.  Her helmet is actually off and sitting next to her with a broken visor.  A Komory bat takes the chance to land next to her, trying to climb into her lap. He's trying trying to cuddle, just to get pushed away.  He can't help making worried noises at his person.]

Come on. Knock it off.

This is Spartan-B312, Noble Six. I'm looking for other UNSC personnel to make contact. I need information on what this place is. It definitely doesn't look like Reach. [Ignoring the fact that she should be dead from what she can remember.]

[Edit:  Forgot the helmet.]

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[raisethemoon]

Oh, another of thee? Noble Two and... [Pause. She doesn't actually recall Emile's military designation, or whatever it is.] ...and Emile are somewhere about. I imagine they shall contact you ere long.

[lonenoble]

[Six is staring. Sorry, but the words aren't quite as immediately sinking in as talking pony. After a few moments...] Noble Two and Four? That's not possible.

[raisethemoon]

[...she doesn't know exactly what you mean by that, but after her experiences with the Freelancers she has a bit of a guess. It is not one that pleases her.]

Thou couldst say the same about much of this situation. Yet it is happening nonetheless.

[lonenoble]

[Pausing to think that over.] You have a point. Considering you appear to be a talking animal, and my injuries have healed...

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[spaceracist]

[Now this just keeps getting better and better! It's hard to tell who's more excited, Spikes the Hebby Repp who's literally bouncing up and down or Emile who has actually turned on video for this (although his demeanor looks pretty much exactly the same as it always does). He is pleased, though, and it's evident in his tone.]

Six, this is Four. Me and Kat here. [WHICH SHOULD SAY SOMETHING.]

Locale's called Traverse Town, and far as anyone knows those Moogle things [look he's learning not to throw in random profanity about them!] are actually right about this bein' some kind of dream world.

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[lonenoble]

[Have a look of surprise. She saw you both die. The Moogles bothering her less than that, honestly. Weird looking little white creatures that are friendly? Not really an issue. This? Strange.] How? I saw you die, Four.

I heard as much from the Moogles. [Guess who didn't shoot them. She was too shocked for that.] My wounds are healed. Of course something strange is going on. Too bad the armor is still damaged. [A small lie. They're not completely healed, but they're not life threatening.]

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[spaceracist]

[Seeming completely unfazed by that, Emile just shrugs. He was pretty sure he was dead and this was some kind of weird afterlife. Six's busted armor isn't helping that particular theory any.] Beats the hell out of me. Would it make more sense if you didn't?

[He grunts at the damaged armor, though - that's more of an immediate concern.] How bad is it? Anything Kat can't fix?

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[lonenoble]

Not really... Especially considering what I last remember.

[Looking down at the damage, Six frowns.] Haven't had enough time to fully inventory the problems, Emile. A lot to take in here. And this animal won't leave me alone. [It's not dangerous though. She'll let it stay.]

[sailorgenerous]

[Rarity is an incurable gossip, and this is a new person on a public network. She's about to comment and welcome Six to the neighborhood and does she need a place to stay and clean up a bit...and then Six says that. She shrieks at the communicator and drops it, though it's still recording.]

You what?! He...he...

[Distraught pony is very, very distraught.]

[spaceracist]

[Emile's caught off guard by that reaction. He thought he'd told her--well, no, he supposes he hadn't. Just. Kind of assumed everyone knew. Isn't this really the afterlife, no matter what the Moogles say about it being a dream world? Kat's being here should be proof enough for that.

He swallows the first, rather crude response, as it probably isn't safe for ponies. Still, what could he say that wouldn't make her more upset? That he had been ready to go? That there was no way he would have made it off that planet anyway? That it was what the Spartan-IIIs were made for?]

It was war, Rarity. A war that ain't ever coming here.

[But when she doesn't answer after a while, Emile gives a short sigh and clicks off the video feed. He'll head back to the boutique to see if she's around.]

[raisethemoon]

[Oh dear. While she hadn't known that about Emile, it doesn't honestly surprise her all that much. She didn't realize, though, that Rarity didn't know there were any dead men here at all. Glancing out into the hall briefly - where is Celestia when you need her - Luna realizes that it's up to her to field this one.]

...Miss Rarity?

[lonenoble]

You're one of the other ponies the first one to greet me mentioned?

Placeholder~

[brodakota]

[Wow. It seems like whoever's behind this seems to have a thing for Spartans in the same way it has a thing for Freelancers.]

Hi there.

You're currently in a place called Traverse Town, which seems to be part of a larger dreamworld. You've fallen asleep basically.

I'm Agent North Dakota of Project Freelancer by the way.

[Trying to keep it official.]

Re: Placeholder~

[lonenoble]

Are you UNSC? [Suspicious, but not outright aggressive.]

I'm not familiar with that Project.

[brodakota]

Sort of. It's something of an offshoot.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

Hey there. I'm Agent New York of Project Freelancer. It looks like at least one of your people's already tagged you; welcome to town.

[lonenoble]

Thank you for the welcome.

[blitz_of_gold]

[Fate's face is set in a pleasant but business like form.]

This Fate Testerossa-Harlaown, of the TSAB. We seem to be in a similar position.

[She lets her face soften a little, and lets a fluttering Komory into view.]

We even made similar new friends!

If you are in Traverse Town, maybe we should meet up.

[lonenoble]

TSAB? I'm not familiar with that group. Mind telling me a bit more. [Slight uncertainty and suspicion, especially with the request to meet.]

[blitz_of_gold]

[Nods seriously. She is representing the whole Bureau to an agent of a foreign nation! She does her best to channel her brother: self sure, factual, and somewhat proud.]

The Time-Space Administration Bureau is a pan-world government dedicated to the preservation of civilization against threats external and internal.

I am an Enforcer, an Agent administered by the Dimensional Navy to be able to respond to any situation, by ones self if necessary.

[Fate lets her back relax some. She hoped she did a good job.]

[guerriera]

[ ..God damn it.

Whoever's in charge of this world really likes collecting members of the UNSC, doesn't it? The fact it's plucking specific teammates hasn't gone unnoticed by Carolina - nor Rarity's reaction to the news that Noble-Four was (supposed to be) dead.

The reference to Reach stops her cold, before she turns on her comm-unit. Thank goodness she's wearing her helmet. ]

You're not the first member of Noble team to show up here. [There's a pause; the other looks pretty beat up, even for a Spartan. So, maybe..] ..You didn't shoot the moogles, I hope.

[ Worst possible trend to have set, Carolina, eesh. ]

I'm Agent Carolina, of Project Freelancer. Special Operations working with the UNSC's Oversight Sub-Committee.

[ Well. Formerly. But the Spartans don't have to know that. ]

[lonenoble]

I've heard as much regarding my team. [Shaking her head.] I was too surprised at the new location and the fact that my injuries have healed. And they were polite about explaining the place.

Understood. [She's being as respectful as she can. Unless she gets orders otherwise, at least.]

[colorbymemory]

Hello, Noble Six, my name is Namine. You're in Traverse Town, and I think some of your friends are here.

[Namine's own Bat, Batty, peers in when he hears anxious noises from one of his own kind. Is the new Person okay?]

[lonenoble]

[The bat chitters back. Hurt some, but partly healed.]

Nice to meet you. And yes, some of my team is here.

[colorbymemory]

[Batty's chittering sounds somewhat relieved. Good, good. If the new Person needs some more healing, there's other Persons here that can help.]

Nice to meet you, too. Most everyone here is friendly. If you have any more questions or need any help, you can just use the communicator to ask.