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"Linda? I'm glad to see that you're not dead."

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Linda is one of Circe's top people to spar with. With Linda's perspective and insight, Circe can practice different tactics and maneuvers to use on bigger opponents on the battlefield. She trusts Linda's guidance and support and offers the same when needed.

Circe first met Linda off the field while on a UNSC ship. With Linda being so still and quiet Circe thought that the Mjolnir was empty, so she may have stared a bit too long out of curiosity. Needless to say, she was a tad embarrassed when she realized that the suit was in use.

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Even when she was supposed to be on break, it always seemed like Vale was working. If she wasn't fighting to keep the Created and Banished at bay with the Swords of Sangheilios, she was pouring over datapads or in video calls with members of the UNSC or ONI while trying to 'enjoy' a meal between skirmishes.

Enjoying the food was relative, a lot of it was bland, tasteless, slapped together, in other words, you typical military ration. Packed in foil, served on a plastic tray, a chewy brown slab that was supposed to be 'steak' served with hard-as-rock vegetables and a cracker. "No, no, the grammar is all wrong here." A gloved finger circles a passage of text written in Sangheili as she looks back to the Linguist on the other end of the call. "Present this to the Sangheili representative and you are likely to have your throat ripped out. Here, try this." She quickly rearranges a few of the characters in the text on screen, when the dull heavy steps of Mjolnir boots echo in her ears.

"We'll continue this later." Olympia Vale huffed and ended the call, turning back to see the SPARTAN-II in full ARGUS Armor. "Some days I forget my role is as a diplomat and interpreter."

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"Fine, I guess."

Well, better than he had been. This wouldn't be his first brush with death nor would it be his last. That damned Hunter's shield came right the hell out of nowhere. It shouldn't have, it really shouldn't have. How could he miss a creature whose shadow alone could dwarf him?! Easy. He'd been busy killing its twin. At least 051 wasn't breathing out of a tube now. 'Fine' was relative. @ohfiveeight

         Downtime.

         It was something John was unfamiliar with. Far from the feeling of a weapon in his hands, the rush of wind against his armor, the enemy fast approaching. With Truth's death, the Covenant armada had finally crumbled, and there wasn't nearly as much need for SPARTAN-II combat deployments - not to mention Lord Hood arbitrarily deciding that the Master Chief deserved a 'break'. Time to relax & recuperate after so much nonstop battle.

         The very idea was ludicrous. As alien to him as the grunts and elites he'd fought since day one.

         But it had given him time to think, and reflect. To realize something he wanted. And Cortana, as ever in his head, helped him come up with a plan. Not a very good one - neither he nor Cortana were exactly filled with social graces - but enough for an attempt. He'd realized he never spent much time with his fellow SPARTAN-IIs outside of combat anymore. But how to go about mending that? Just show up and ask to 'hang out'? Asking was never a strongsuit of his, and SPARTAN-IIs didn't 'hang out', as he'd heard Marines often ask him to. It was Cortana's idea, in the end. Claim something was wrong with his sniper, get the sniper expert to have a look.

         What could go wrong?

         And so John found himself approaching Linda in one of the bays, shoulders squared, stood as stiff as someone approaching a firing line. He was almost nervous. But then, the approval of his family mattered to him - and he couldn't remember the last time he approached them as family, and not as a commander.

         "Linda." He greeted, with a curt nod. He held a sniper rifle - its barrel bent just slightly, not enough to notice at a glance, but enough that anyone would see it upon a closer look. It was also very clearly deliberate, going by the slight dent in the shape of John's finger. "This rifle feels...off. Could use a second opinion. You're the expert, Linda."

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Staring out a viewing port on Infinity’s observation deck was... peaceful. Mind-numbing. She didn’t need to think, there was no pressing tasks that required her attention, nobody required her assistance.

Just the way she wanted things.

She was so defocused from the world around her, that when a touch landed upon her shoulder from behind, the Spartan twitched in surprise. Spinning around, a look of puzzlement crossed her features as she recognized a Spartan standing before her.

“Can I... help you?”

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Chalk it up to her natural curiosity, or maybe the fact Vale typically didn’t like sitting with the other Marines or ODSTs in the Ship’s galley, yet here she was, standing at one of the tables in one of the far corners of the area, with only one person seated there, alone.

Commonly, most fireteams would sit together, keep to their groups, it must have only been by coincidence Linda and Olympia were the only members of their respective fireteams currently on board. Osiris was splintered, Buck having reformed Alpha-Nine, Locke away on assignment, same with Tanaka. It could only be surmised that Blue Team was also on assignment with Linda having been told to remain behind. Why else would she be here, alone?

It was unclear if Blue Team and Osiris were even on good terms with each other, given their last encounter involved Locke trying to detain 117 for going AWOL, though it did also result in the SPARTAN II’s fireteam being rescued from Cortana.

Olympia took in a break, sturdied herself and took a step forward, at the moment, she wasn’t wearing her copperhead armor, and was simply in the techsuit worn beneath SPARTAN MJOLNIR. Gripping her lunch tray, making sure not to spill her water, beans, or chicken, she approached the sniper, and cleared her throat. “May I sit here?”

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