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''Scraping against the ice.'' | ''Scraping against the ice.'' | ||
*'''Lieutenant Parisa''' (Internal monologue): "Stabbing this ice feels… good! I have ''definitely'' done this before. Maybe not just with ice either. | *'''Lieutenant Parisa''' (Internal monologue): "Stabbing this ice feels… good! I have ''definitely'' done this before. Maybe not just with ice either. Well, I don't want to think about that. Focus on the mission." | ||
*'''Lieutenant Parisa''': "Oliver, play another archival recording. Someone in uniform who served alongside the Master Chief." | *'''Lieutenant Parisa''': "Oliver, play another archival recording. Someone in uniform who served alongside the Master Chief." | ||
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*'''Oliver''': "Accessing the UNSC Archives. Playing a mission report from Captain Carol Rawley, call sign 'Foehammer'. From the battle of Installation zero-four, dated September 20th, 2552." | *'''Oliver''': "Accessing the UNSC Archives. Playing a mission report from Captain Carol Rawley, call sign 'Foehammer'. From the battle of Installation zero-four, dated September 20th, 2552." | ||
*'''[[Carol Rawley]]''' : "Whoo, I just flew the strangest mission of my life, so bear with me. This after-action report is going to be a little punchy. This is Echo four-nineteen, on a sortie from the Pillar of Autumn crash site. It all started when we made a blind slipspace jump from Reach. We were following Cole Protocol but the Covenant was right behind us. We ended up in this place, this ring. Since then, I've been scouting for survivors, providing air support, and keeping the Master Chief supplied with all the best goodies the UNSC has to offer. You know our motto: We Deliver! I wasn't sure what to make of him at first. I'd heard the talk about those Spartans, kept on ice most of the time, kept to themselves the rest, but as soon as we made contact with the enemy, and I saw him in action, what can I say? I was a fan! Best fighter I'd ever laid my eyes on. But let me tell you: he's a whole lot more than that. He needed a lift to the control room of this ring, and that AI of his, Cortana, had the bright idea of the brilliant idea of performing an aerial insertion from underground. Flying the Chief in through tunnels, underneath the surface. Look, I'm the best pilot in the fleet, and I can open a bottle of beer with my wingtip in a hurricane, but my gut was telling me it was better to risk the anti-air fire and go over the surface. I'm still the ranking officer and I sure as hell don't take orders from some damn AI, so it was my call. That's when the Chief came out of his shell. He hasn't been too keen on talking, but it turns out he's hiding a silver tongue underneath that golden visor of his. When it came time to do the mission their way, he played me as easily as he could field-strip an assault rifle. Ha! I mean, he pushed my buttons, told me it was probably better taking the exterior route because ''maybe'' I wasn't up to the task of navigating those tunnels. Ha! Which really pissed me off! So I said, hm, I' | *'''[[Carol Rawley]]''' : "Whoo, I just flew the strangest mission of my life, so bear with me. This after-action report is going to be a little punchy. This is Echo four-nineteen, on a sortie from the Pillar of Autumn crash site. It all started when we made a blind slipspace jump from Reach. We were following Cole Protocol but the Covenant was right behind us. We ended up in this place, this ring. Since then, I've been scouting for survivors, providing air support, and keeping the Master Chief supplied with all the best goodies the UNSC has to offer. You know our motto: We Deliver! I wasn't sure what to make of him at first. I'd heard the talk about those Spartans, kept on ice most of the time, kept to themselves the rest, but as soon as we made contact with the enemy, and I saw him in action, what can I say? I was a fan! Best fighter I'd ever laid my eyes on. But let me tell you: he's a whole lot more than that. He needed a lift to the control room of this ring, and that AI of his, Cortana, had the bright idea of the brilliant idea of performing an aerial insertion from underground. Flying the Chief in through tunnels, underneath the surface. Look, I'm the best pilot in the fleet, and I can open a bottle of beer with my wingtip in a hurricane, but my gut was telling me it was better to risk the anti-air fire and go over the surface. I'm still the ranking officer and I sure as hell don't take orders from some damn AI, so it was my call. That's when the Chief came out of his shell. He hasn't been too keen on talking, but it turns out he's hiding a silver tongue underneath that golden visor of his. When it came time to do the mission their way, he played me as easily as he could field-strip an assault rifle. Ha! I mean, he pushed my buttons, told me it was probably better taking the exterior route because ''maybe'' I wasn't up to the task of navigating those tunnels. Ha! Which really pissed me off! So I said, hm, I'll show them. Once we were in the tunnels, he practically held my hand and made me feel like I could fly this Pelican through the eye of a needle. Next thing I knew, I was dropping them off to make some Grunts wish they'd never left whatever godforsaken rock they came from. You know, at first I wasn't sure how human the Chief was under all that machinery, but he sure knew what take this human tick, and it takes one to know one. I'm going to resupply at the Autumn and will reconvene with the Chief again shortly. But log this mission a success. Foehammer out." | ||
''Digital click.'' | ''Digital click.'' | ||
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*'''Oliver''': "The average Naval Intelligence field operative have a varying success and survival rate. A typical statistical regression-" | *'''Oliver''': "The average Naval Intelligence field operative have a varying success and survival rate. A typical statistical regression-" | ||
*'''Lieutenant Parisa''': "Cut the double-speak, I want to know about ''my'' | *'''Lieutenant Parisa''': "Cut the double-speak, I want to know about ''my'' mission. How perilous is this life of mine?" | ||
*'''Oliver''': "Past missions are classified." | *'''Oliver''': "Past missions are classified." | ||
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*'''Oliver''': "Oh, and Lieutenant? Good luck." | *'''Oliver''': "Oh, and Lieutenant? Good luck." | ||
''Statics and clattering of the ship's hull, gradually replaced by bird singing and children's laughs, suddenly | ''Statics and clattering of the ship's hull, gradually replaced by bird singing and children's laughs, suddenly interrutped.'' | ||
*'''Lieutenant Parisa''' (Internal monologue): "Huh? Oh my God! Was that… a memory?" | *'''Lieutenant Parisa''' (Internal monologue): "Huh? Oh my God! Was that… a memory?" |