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Ace5andBlad3s
Twelve promised to drop off the AI for Seventeen. Being shot at by a cruiser definatly wasn't on her list of things to do that day and she had certainly drawn the line with it.
Seventeen did the first thing that came to her mind when they arrived at the station, get drunk and make sure she got a hangover from it. Lucky they had a bar on the station, usually with most projects like this they wouldn't be allowed and would be declared against regulations as a distraction.
Lucky for her, her boss was awsome when it came to breaking regs. Literally!
Zero actually encouraged the bar area, wait that was wrong and only half the reason why he allowed it other than to blow off steam from a previous mission. Actually the reason he encouraged it was because the fighting ring they placed in the middle of it.
They had the bar on the side with a few tables and some of the agents came down and did polka like folk songs, placed bets on the winner's even drinking contests. Seventeen actually enjoyed watching the playful fights between agents, they never got deeply life threatening, and they played by tribal rules, if your dogtags got selected out of the box they had at the side. Lucky they all got their dogtags back or they would be screwed.
The dogtags they wore allowed them to acess wherever they wanted to go in the station that was theirs, for example if an agent wanted to get into their room, they waved a dogtag infront of it and a holographic sensor activated it opening it for them, this applied to getting their armour, food from the chefs, training room acess, the works.
Anyway tribunal rules were this...
Land three punches unblocked by you opponet if you had the higher number and if you had the lowest and in the ring bring your opponet to the ground, it looked unfair but truly they were evenly matched.
The two agents in the ring had to strip down to be light and so if any injuries were bad they could be seen, boys wore no tops just track pants, girls track pants and black sports bra. It set it off like an Irish pub, she thought not intending to be racist.
Seventeen quickly changed out of her armour into casual spare clothes that she borrowed from the supply area, since she took all she had with her to the MOI. Soft black pants and grey tanktop, no shoes and armour or weapons such as knives and guns were allowed in the ring, and that suited her just fine.
Seventeen sat on a barstool watching with a smirk on her face and heavily drinking on a beer she ordered, Eighty three vs Twenty two no brainer, Twenty two was faster, but Eighty three wieghed and tackled more. Seventeen rolled her neck and enjoyed the show, she may have never been attached to things, but this was definately her home.
"So what goes on down here?" A voice called behind her, she turned to see Agent North lookig around leaning against the bar.
"You know there are over fifty people in here, yet you picked me out easily" Seventeen said a bit concerned.
"I'm good with a sniper, plus no one has silver hair like yours" he said.
"It's my mothers. Got it from her and the eyes are my bastard father" she answered him.
"Didn't like him much?" North asked over the loud music.
"Guy was an asshole" she pointed out laughing as he tried to drink a beer on one of the barstools and nearly falling off, they were never the safest thing in the world to sit on, but they definatly got your balance up when you needed it.
"So why do you guys get a bar?" He asked interested.
"Okay hard to explain but, Zero my boss thinks it increases morale, and also it gives the agents a chance to relax. It's also one of the favourite parts on the station you can go and you don't get asked anything cause no one frankly gives a damn. Their just here to have a good time" she answered
"Seventeen, Seventy-five get your asses up here" one of the agents announced. Seventeen gave a rare coky grin to North as she got up from her stool.
"Tell you what North, next round is on me" She flipped him a coin she had been holding onto and playing with.
Seventeen took of her tank top and walked into the ring, climbing over the small walls they made so no one could step in and injure the opposition without being seen to win a bet, she performed a fighting stance at Seventy five.
He was pissed at her and Seventeen knew why, being betrated infront of others wasn't good for you ever if you were an agent of Proteus.
Seventy five make the first move at her, she blocked his blind jab, that he made at her, no count on his three strikes, then she threw her left fist at his face she slammed her hands over his ears. Seventy five swung his right side at her, she elbow blocked it and went for a body shot.
As a reflex Seventy five went for a left which was too far off and she blocked easily. Still no count on Seventy Five, Seventeen stayed light on her feet moving quickly side to side.
She noticed Zero come in, he waved her over and she held up a finger to say 'just a minute' back at him.
He signalled back 'make it quick' and Seventeen rolled her eyes.
Zero looked tired as he usually was running the whole project, but happy, it was rare he saw her in the ring. Even rarer that he actually cheered her on, since favouritism was so discouraged.
Seventeen turned back to the fight at hand waiting for Seventy five to catch his breath before she finished this match.
Seventeen hit the bottom of his jaw fracturing his cheek along the way she punched at his hard stomach making his ribs crack with her right hand and repunched with her left throwing him off, then Seventeen threw a punch at his jaw dislocating it out of place. She lifted her knew and sent him back against the ring's wall.
She turned to the watcher who were cheering and gave a quick mocking curtsy before shouting out "Opa!" In greek saying 'cheers'. Everyone actually did cheer and shout as was encouragement. Moral indeed...
Seventeen headed out and towards Zero who gave her a towel because she was covered in sweat and they headed out into the hallway. She brushed the last of the sweat away behind her neck.
"What's up?" she asked.
His answer shocked her, Seventeen truely didn't have a clue how this could have happened. "The UNSC is deciding whether or not to have you arrested for treason or whether to kill you on sight".