Broken
"You wanna try and get that knife near me, bitch?" The young Spartan yelled as he pulled his Magnum from his side gauntlet. I winked and flashed my camo on. He shot, losing track of me already.
"Now hun, that aint a way to treat a girl." My voice echoed around the small CQC training quarters. He looked around viciously as I closed in on him. My knife in hand and his Magnum lowered. Sneaking from behind, I held the blunt end to his throat.
"Dead!"
Training Session Ended:
Spartan Echo: 1 min 12 secs.
Spartan Aura: DNF
"I told you, listen. And always have your gun up and know where your blade is." I twirled my personalized tanto blade in my hand before sheathing it. He put his lightly clothed hand to my cheek.
"Baby girl, you know exactly how to treat a man!" And with that I reeled his arm around and held the sharpened blade to his throat.
"Don't call me that you little shit!" I said emphasizing 'shit' with a little jab into his Adam's apple. He fell as I let him go.
"Dyke"
Returning to the armour assembly room I decided to see my little sister on the way. Her team had their own room, considering they were 'special'. Walking in I see her team mates eye me up and then place a hand to their temple in salute. I signal for them to relax.
"Hey sis, how's Spartan life treating you?" I said as she was about to remove her own Commando grade armour. She turned and smiled at me as I advanced on her.
"It's great, thanks for securing this armour, people think I'm a real bad-ass in it." We both looked at each other for a moment, in silence, and then burst out laughing. Unfortunately after a while, I decided to leave and smile at her, giving her a hug before shedding some advice on her about not running in and shooting her way around; patience is virtue.
Finally at an armour assembly point, I stood in and let it do its job. My Scout armour was removed and stored close by for when I'd need it next. Returning to the Captain, I decided to see that Spartan 117 guy. A Spartan II apparently.
He was alone when I walked in. His armour gone and his body looking somewhat relaxed as he sat on the small bench on an observation deck. He looked at me as I stood a few feet away from him. Funny; I respected him, but right now I was terrified to look at him. When I lost someone in battle, I didn't want a soul to talk to me. I had my family or what was left of them, I had friends, and I even had the people from my previous job as a banker to talk to me. This guy has no-one. So do I make contact? Do I say something? Do I leave? I quickly glanced toward him and his eyes met mine, like he knew I was going to look. I decided to do something.
Turning toward him and sitting next to him, his head now lowered and his dark eyes glazed over. I placed my head on his large bulging shoulder and put as much of my arm as I could around him. I said nothing, made no other contact, did nothing else. I sat and held him until the Infinity's announcement system came on:
"Calling Commander Sarah Palmer to the ships main observation deck.
Repeat, Commander Palmer to the ships main observation deck."
I rose and his posture stayed the same as I left the room. He may have had nobody before. Now he has someone.