Chapter 2:
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Run classrec001216974. ….. Authorization confirmed. Beginning playback…..
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CLASSIFIED: Alright, Noble 6. Are you ready to continue with this debriefing?
NOBLE 6: Yes.
CLASSIFIED: Do you remember where you let off?
NOBLE 6: (laughter) Oh yes. The next time I was conscious….
Noble 6 woke to a jolting. Opening his eyes, he saw he was in a transport Wartog, lying in the back, supplies piled under and around him. Jun was driving the Warthog.
Looking around for his helmet, Noble 6 inadvertently jostled some supplies, and just barely managed to catch them with his still-sluggish reflexes.
Alerted by the noise, Jun looked back. Seeing his passenger was awake, he stopped the Warthog gently and dismounted, walking around to the back of the cab.
"You're up quickly. We're only about 2 hours out of Azsod, and you took some pretty serious wounds back there. Can you sit up?"
Noble 6 attempted to comply, but quickly lay back down as he could feel blood start to run down his torso. Jun jumped up on the cab. "Still immobile, eh? Well, here's a medpac I found alongside the road half a klick back." Handing him a medkit, he turned around and seated himself behind the wheel again. "We need to keep moving. The Covvies have started glassing Azsod, and we need to keep ahead of it."
Noble 6 looked around yet again for his helmet, naked without the protection it offered even when badly damaged. Jun noticed.
"Looking for your helmet? Here." The helmet flew from the drivers' seat into his lap, and he gingerly started to put it on. "Won't do much for you, though. It's cracked all to ****, and the shielding in your suits nearly fried. It'll stop maybe one plasma shot before it fails. I would recommend not putting it on, it'll hurt more than harm if you can't see."
Disregarding this advice, Noble 6 put on his helmet, and it attempted to seal with a hiss of rushing gases, but failed. The cause of this failure were the multiple cracks spiderwebbing the small visor slit, reducing his visibility measurably. However, he was safe, he had his armor.
Jun shook his head, not taking his eyes off the road. "So you still need to hide your face? Even Reach couldn't teach you to trust us?"
Noble 6 opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a harsh rasp as both finally realized that he hadn't drunk any water for a day while in vicious combat.
Jun grabbed something at his feet, momentarily slowing down, and tossed it to him. "Here, I thought you might want some refreshment. Savor it, this is the last New Alexandria bottled water. The rest was glassed when the factory fell."
Noble 6 unsealed the small flap in his helmet for eating, and quickly guzzled it down. However, he soon felt drowsy, a feeling he recognized as strong sedatives. Turning an accusing eye (or visor, really) to Jun, he gave him the best glare he could in his weakened state.
Jun shrugged, a sight visible through the rearview mirror. "What can I say? I can't have you rolling off the back of the 'Hog trying to do something foolishly heroic. Not that there's anyone left to save with heroism.
They're all dead."
NOBLE 6: I need some food.
CLASSIFIED: Very well, we'll continue this after lunch. End recording.
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