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Welcome To The Show

Noble Six, NEST Base

The ride back passed quickly for Six. She was mostly left alone at the front of the ship. The others were more concerned about their teammate and had no reason to wonder over her. Six welcomed the silence, it allowed her to straighten out her thoughts and mull over what would happen next. What the Major had said to her before they left being stuck in her mind for the majority of the trip. It hadn't sounded positive and she had no doubt that it was to do with her actions at the mine. The thought of that made her lip twitch in irritation, but she quelled it. It wouldn't do to get riled up over something that she'd done right just because those here didn't see the value in it.

When they'd left the ship the Sun was getting closer to the horizon. The Major dismissed everyone and told her he'd call on her later as he had to let everyone know that the meeting was postponed until the evening. Six had accepted his words and dismissed herself to sit outside and log the day's events with Dot. There'd been no particular reason for her choice of venue, but she had ensured that she was far enough away from the base that she wouldn't be disturbed. Her AI had accepted the new information, hardly commenting on any of it as Six clinically explained what had happened.

The sun was starting to set when she was interrupted. The reds and oranges of the horizon a warm backdrop as she spoke to Dot. With waves from the expansive deep blue sea crashing before her it was hauntingly peaceful. But then the ground rumbled beneath her and all of that was shattered as her mind switched into battle mode. The grass rustled and shook franticly as she jumped to her feet, her hands reaching for the empty pistol she still carried. It didn't stop her from holding it up on reflex, prepared to give whatever it was that was approaching the fight of its life.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you," an infuriatingly familiar voice apologised softly. The shining blue and red metal of the owner soon peaked into view, its large hands held in a calming gesture. Suspicion towards the aliens motives ran through her and her eyes narrowed in response. She watched as his eyes softened and he sighed, pressing a digit to his temple. Such a human gesture almost threw her off, but she stayed steady, awaiting his explanation.

"Noble Six, I do not come to fight, but to offer my condolences," he explained with a tender rumble. His hands dropping to his sides as he stepped closer. "I heard about the loss of the medic and the Major mentioned that you were quieter than usual. His men also…stated a few things about you. They didn't do it maliciously and I just hope it is them misunderstanding you."

Six chuckled darkly, the ridges above the alien's eyes rose in question. A smirked pulled onto her face as she spoke, "so they send you to appeal to me?" She snorted, "there is nothing to speak about, the medic died and nothing can change that."

She turned away from him, hoping that the conversation would drop and he would leave. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. As she turned she heard him walk closer and then he appeared at her side. She frowned at him, her muscles tense at his closeness. Her hands itched for some kind of weapon, or anything. Without her armour she felt so vulnerable and even more so without a weapon; it was irritating, as was his presence.

"I cannot understand your outlook, do you not value the lives of others?" Despite the kindness that was always in his soft tone, as he spoke this time it was harder. There was an underlying reprimand in there somewhere and as she looked up at him, she noticed it in his face. His eyes were narrowed slightly while his metal lips were pulled into a thin line. The stormy blue eyes that were his weren't looking at her as he spoke, instead they were looking out over the sea. Her lips flattened into a thin line in response as anger bubbled within her. Who was he to question the way she dealt with things? What gave him the right to more or less accuse her of being a heartless bitch? Even though he hadn't used those words, she could see the disapproving anger in his eyes.

"Grieving is not in my nature. Incidents like this are just a part of war, there's no changing it." Her voice was calm as she spoke and even with the sneer that twitched at her lips, she managed to keep herself in check. An argument with the alien was not something she wanted and if she kept herself quite he would eventually leave her in peace. He didn't appear satisfied with her answer and it made her wonder how the commander of an almost extinct race could not understand the need to move on. He's not like us, that's why, she silently agreed with herself, of course aliens would never understand.

"The medic's sacrifice is not one that should be forgotten so easily, nobody's should." His voice had gone quiet, as if he was remembering something and she felt his eyes on her. She focused back on him, watching as his hard eyes softened, not with understanding, but grief. Schooling her expression, she kept her features neutral because this wasn't the type of conversation she wanted to have with a Human let alone an alien. Her feelings towards death weren't something she could easily explain because they were just feelings. Why should it matter if she reacted so little to the death of someone? It wouldn't make her a better soldier and that was all that mattered.

She decided to rebut him as she usually did, "she was a soldier, they're never forgotten, but this is what we do."

Her words weren't as hollow as they sounded, but he didn't appear to see that. Whatever it was that he'd been remembering was snapped away at her words and his gaze turned sharp again. Her feet turned to leave and she was about to go when he held a large hand out.

"Please listen," he asked, his polite words a contradiction to the current indignant expression on his face. Her mind considered it for a moment, but her decision was easy to make. The conversation would end up going in circles and they would get nowhere. It wasn't possible to argue with an alien and come to a conclusion because they couldn't understand Humanity. Defeat crashed over his face as she took a step away from him, but despite the falling expression it still retained some of his anger. She quirked a brow at him, wondering why he cared so much about understand the way she viewed things. Was it an attempt to get under her skin? Or was it merely him trying to understand how Humans saw things? She snorted softly at the latter, she was a soldier, a Spartan even, which was not a prime example for understanding Humanity.

Suddenly another voice spoke up, "I would like to listen. The opinion of another alien culture would be valuable information to log."

Six nearly cursed the AI, but was more surprised that Dot sounded interested. It wasn't something that a dumb AI usually had the prerogative for, so against her better judgement Six decided to stay and listen to what the robot had to say.

"Thank you," he directed at her AI before returning his gaze to her, curiosity now encroaching on his features. "My words to you were going to be that while giving your life for a cause you believe in is noble, it is not always the way."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a metal hand. He smiled sadly, as if he knew what she would've said, before he continued, "your 'brushing off' of the death of your comrades is almost clinical and this is something I've never seen in a Human. Those who you refer to as soldiers, they're Human too are they not? They have families and friends they all care about, being a soldier doesn't make them any less human."

Six shook her head, he just didn't get it. "It isn't that simple. They signed on to protect those people, to protect Humanity. That's what a soldier is, that's what I am. As an alien you wouldn't understand."

A hiss of smoke escaped the robot and Six knew that was a sign he was annoyed. Her lips crept upwards at his response and she wondered what he had been expecting from her. A soft clang reached her ears as he ran a hand over his face, revealing an exasperated expression when it returned to hanging tensely at his side. He didn't say anything for a moment, but she felt him analyse her during the silence. The occasional distant crash of the waves against the nearby beach was the only sound she could hear over his whirling hydraulics.

"During my life I have witnessed those I knew and cared for sacrificed themselves for what they believe." Veiled fury was imbedded his remorseful words as he explained, "Over the years it has never become easier, only harder, and the ability to look at it as remotely as you do is something that has never overcome me. In my spark, I know that to look at my comrades as little more than soldiers is to become like Megatron. I do not intend to call you a Decepticon, but it is a comparison I think you need to see."

She snapped. This was the second time someone had referred to her as one of those damn aliens and she wasn't going to stand for it. Her reasons for her remoteness from loss were perfectly justified. Losing more and more every day to the Covenant was difficult and if she let it affect her then what good was she? Spartans were efficient because they got the job done, no matter what, and they had the psychological strength for it. Devastating events didn't bring them down easily and for her it only made her stronger, they couldn't be weak. Humanity was counting on them, there was too much at stake for her to lament over the terrible events in her life. She clenched her fist, her anger and irritation at the pointlessness of the conversation no longer hidden. A sneer formed prominently on her lips as her eyes blazed from his words.

"I'm nothing like them!" The sneer left her, he force of it slapping surprise on the alien's face, "I do not kill for enjoyment," liar, "I do not torture for fun," liar, "and I do not fight for genocide!" You would if you could. Her mind berated at her as she spoke, taunting her with the fact that she did enjoy what she did. Although, it only made her all the better at it. Her shoulders were square as she glared up at the robot with so much conviction that she was nearly surprised he didn't look away. She watched as his initial surprise quickly turned into regret at her outburst. He must've replayed the words in his mind because as his eyes quickly widened again with crushing realisation. He looked down for moment, before he glanced back up at her with soft eyes.

"Noble Six…" he began softly, voice thick with regret. "It was never my intention to call you a Decepticon, I know that you're nothing like Megatron and his followers, but others may not notice so much. I've heard that this has already happened and I want you to-"

"Why?!" She yelled, confused at his intentions, his attitude and everything about him. She didn't –couldn't- understand how he could be so…her mind fumbled for the word, but it soon came to her. How could he be so sympathetic towards her and so caring? "Why do you care so much?"

His eyes blinked, as if he didn't understand why she didn't understand. He spoke after a second, giving her time to prepare herself for the next statement that she would be unable to determine his true motivations from.

"Why would I not?" He asked her simply, blue eyes staring at her in a concerned manner. She shook her head, she didn't want this. She didn't want to see this grey area. Aliens were the enemy, they didn't care about Humans, they only wanted to see them dead. Scratching her scar in discomfort she decided it was time to go, this point in the conversation proving why she hadn't wanted it in the first place.

She turned to go, noticing how his gaze followed her every move, scrutinized it even. The boots that were still covered in the blood of his kind scuffed against the short grass with her movement. He must've noticed, because air left him softly, but he didn't comment on it. Although, she was mostly covered in the stuff, so it was likely that he'd seen it, but hadn't noticed it. She frowned up at him, speaking forcefully and resolutely, "Because you're an alien."

She didn't wait for his repose as she walked away. Her steps only managed to take her a small distance away before –much to her annoyance- a familiar green medical truck came speeding around the corner. A groan escaped her lips and she continued to walk until she was forced to stop as it squealed to a stop in front of her. She heard Optimus begin walking over, his steps loud and careful as he did. The large blue and red robot came into view just as the green one transformed. A tingle shot through her as he did and she scowled up at him, irritated at his persistence.

"You should've come straight to me, or at least the Human med bay," he berated her. "The damage you received could have serious implications on your recovery. Never mind the Energon you're still covered in."

He trailed off muttering about how it should have been cleaned off already. She didn't bother to mention that it was only he hands and face that were now covered in energon. Instead, Six sighed before waving him off and moving to walk around him, "I was seen to earlier."

"By men and women who do not have the knowledge to deal with what has been done to you." He rebutted her, his words not insulting the medics who'd seen to her. A hand came into her path and she looked back up at him, irritation stark on his face. Although, she was sure he always held that expression.

"You've scanned me, if it was serious you would've tried to drag me away by now," she snapped at him, moving to side step his hand. He growled in response, a hiss followed afterwards that no doubt meant he'd exhaled steam. She didn't stop in her movement, which forced him to move into her path with surprising quickness.

"I'm not in the business of manhandling Humans." He huffed, his voice turning reprimanding, "You were advised not to engage in anything strenuous, do you not realise how damaged you are?"

"I'm fine." She shrugged him of, despite the fact that she knew he was right. She knew she was injured and so did her body. It constantly ached and howled at her, but what else could she do but ignore it? Sitting around waiting for her body to heal itself was not something she could easily do and besides, today had been an exception. Their trip to gather materials hadn't been done with the intention of running into the enemy, but she knew well enough that things didn't always go to plan.

He scoffed aggressively, "'Fine?' There's nothing fine about you, you little glitch. Why do you insist on being-"

"Ratchet," Optimus interrupted smoothly. The angered green robot turned its narrowed eyes from her to his leader. He huffed as Optimus continued to speak, "we cannot force her to do what she does not wish. I will speak to the Major and determine his opinion on the matter."

Six took that as her cue to leave. The robots could continue their speech without her as she had no desire to contribute. She wasn't sure where she was going, she had nothing to do, no orders to carry out, nothing. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. She was too used to doing something or knowing what her next orders were. Here she had nothing to do, there was no alien menace constantly attacking Earth. Instead they were already here and they were hiding, waiting for an opportune moment to strike and there was nothing she could do about it. With a sigh of frustration she made her way over the tarmac and towards Guardian's ship. She hoped the orb had something to occupy her mind, even an update on her armour would be useful.

As she stepped into the blue illuminated ship she spotted Guardian at the back. She caught a glimpse of her new armour held in mid-air by some kind of artificial gravity technology. The small application was mildly interesting to her as she continued to stride into the ship. Despite her light footsteps she was still noticed, but that didn't surprise her. Guardian's full capabilities were still unknown to her.

The orb in question didn't turn around as it spoke in a rather exasperated tone, "Reclaimer, I believe I requested isolation for the repair of your armour."

She nodded, even though he couldn't see her, "I know. I just wanted to ask, how are we going to get back?"

Six thought she heard him sigh, the metallic and artificial noise sounding strange on her ears. He turned around this time as he addressed her, brushing off her question as he always did, "Return later and we shall discuss this. I recommend you getting some nourishment and rest in the meantime."

Her fists clenched at his attitude, but she said nothing as she left the ship. She began making her way towards her room to drop off her helmet before making her way to grab food. Prying eyes were not something she wanted staring at Dot while she ate her food. The AI would be safe enough locked in her room and tucked away, as much as Six didn't enjoy leaving her unprotected.

"Six!" It was the slightly more cheery voice of the Major who stopped her form walking. She looked over to find him dressed in cleaner and less battle based clothes. He was walking casually in her direction and she could see the still talking robots behind him. Although, a few more had joined them, a few she didn't recognise. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion before movement further back caught her attention and she glanced over to see a lot of soldiers gathering in the hangar. The reason for their gathering soon hit her like a Hunter and she realised that the Major was going to introduce her and…the hinge-head. Her lips twitched at the thought as she scanned the area for him, unable to find him until a shorter green robot appeared with the hinge-head at his side. She fought the urge to attack or do anything to the hinge-head and instead walked stiffly over to the Major.

"Sir," she greeted.

He gestured for her to walk further into the hangar, "you ready?"

She nodded in response, her body tense due to the presence of the Elite. The Major appeared to notice as he sent her a questioning look, but he said nothing about it.

"You won't need to say much, I'll tell them where you're both from, and then just tell them your name…or ah…number and maybe a little extra."

"Affirmative."

The Major smiled in response as he led her deeper into the hangar and closer to the hinge-head. Her hands twitched as she neared her lifelong enemy. She heard the Major whisper a caution and quickly accepted his order. Clenching her fists in frustration she flattened her lips into a hard line that accentuated her locked jaw. Her eyes remained on the hinge-head, analysing his every move as his beady eyes bored into her.

"Demon." He acknowledged her first with a nod of his head.

She growled back quietly at him, "Hinge-head."

The Major cast a glance in their direction as he indicated for them to wait as he strode over to the centre of the room. A myriad of soldiers were crowded around him and up to the front of the hangar. Silence fell over them as the Major took his position and they all focused on him. A lot of them were wearing varying types of gear as it was evident that some were more inclined to the intelligence area sector than combat. There were also a few in casual clothes that looked useable to general exercise while the rest were in combat gear and a little scrapped up.

She noticed a few glances at her and the hinge-head as she took her place beside him. There was a reasonable distance between them, but she was close enough that if he tried to do something she could stop him. Part of her questioned what he could possibly do in his situation only to be thoroughly squashed down.

"Well, you all know why we're here," the Major said with a grin, his hands gesturing to Six and the hinge-head. He frowned a little at them, but as he looked back out the hangar it eased. Curious as to what he was worried over, Six followed the Major's gaze and instantly understood when she saw one of the robots coercing Guardian towards the large meeting.

"Yesterday we received a trio of unusual guests, even stranger than the 'Bots," the Major continued and a few of the soldiers nodded in agreement, small smiles on their faces. "Today will be a…formal introduction for most of you guys, but first I need to explain something."

The Major chuckled a little as he began his explanation, "just don't think I'm crazy. These three are from the future," there were a few laughs at that and even few shocked looks. "But, there's more to it, as well as being from the future….they're from another dimension," Six could tell the man looked uncomfortable saying the word. She agreed with the feeling too some extent, but most of it was lost on her because of the exposure she'd had to slip-space.

She heard a bit more laughing that the Major joined in with as he let it sink in, reassuring them that he was telling the truth. Most people looked disbelieving, which the Major accepted and assured everyone that it didn't matter if they believed, but it would make the rest of the explanation make sense. Her body froze a little as she concentrated on the Major. This was it. It was time to find out what the Major had decided to say in order to keep the hinge-head among the living. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed the hinge-head shift in his place slightly as well as Guardian making his way over to her. The orb settled next to her silently as she returned her attention to the Major, waiting on what he was about to say to save the hinge-heads skin.

"You will notice that Six," he gestured to her, "and Roh," he gestured to the hinge-head, "will not get along." She heard him take a long breath, "the reason for this is because there used to be a war between their people, not like the one we have with the 'Cons, and they both lost a lot to it."

Six inwardly laughed at the Major's cooked up lie, but kept her expression neutral as she observed the reactions before her. His words appeared to sober up those in the room as their faces all systematically turned serious. Their gazes glanced over to her and the hinge-head, searching them both as they attempted to figure out if there was a side they should chose. Whatever decision any of them came to they kept it hidden as Six couldn't determine the majority. A few here and there looked like they sided with her, while others appeared sympathetic to the hinge-head and that threw her. The silence the Major had given everyone soon came to a close as he picked up his explanation.

"I don't want any of you to take sides, treat them as you do each other and the 'Bots," the Major spoke as if he knew what was already happening within the minds of his men. Six couldn't quite believe the small explanation he'd given, it felt too close to how the situation really was, but instead of a 'peaceful' resolution it would either be the destruction of humanity, or possibly the galaxy; if they reached the 'Halo' rings. It took considerable effort for her to keep the disbelief and irritation she felt towards the Major. Even though she knew he wouldn't implicate the hinge-head, to do it like this wasn't what she'd expected as it opened up all sorts of question. Such as, who started it? Why did it start? Who ended it? Why did it end? And there were so many more. She wasn't the most sympathetic looking of cases and she knew that. Six knew that her whole demeanour wasn't approachable, but Spartan's weren't designed to be approachable, they were soldiers, no more no less.

"I'm not going to go into detail about their war, but I'll send a memo around for anyone who wants to know more," He finished with a grimace before he gestured to Guardian, noticing how the orb didn't want to be there. "First is Guardian's Approach…"

Guardian floated forwards, a few looked at him curiously while other had barely concealed excitement on their faces. To them it was like meeting another one of the robots, but Guardian's brief introduction soon cleared up that he was created artificially.

"Greetings, I am five-three-seven Guardian's Approach, Forerunner AI and Monitor of Forerunner Outpost zero-seven. It is my duty to ensure the Reclaimer returns home without delay," Guardian spoke impersonally and quickly. She watched as the Major frowned a little at his behaviour, but remained silent as he allowed Guardian to finish. "I ask that I not be disturbed while I complete my task."

With that brisk ending, Guardian flew over his captive audience and out of the hangar. The robots at the back watched him with varying degrees of interest, although their medic merely scowled at him. Her lip twitched in amusement at that, but it soon faded as the Major called her over.

"This is Noble Six…"

With her back straight and her expression neutral she strode over to stand next to the Major. He sent her a reassuring smile that she believed was unnecessary, but didn't say anything to falter it. As she stood before her new comrades she nodded in greeting. The all looked back up at her –or down as it were for the aliens- with the Humans holding certain looks of shock, awe, excitement or suspicion. Their emotions were all so numerous it was strange to her, she'd expected the shock and awe as she got that at home. But, the excitement and the distrust, it was so contrasting that it left her wondering how it would affect her stay.

"Name's Noble Six or Spartan Bee-three-one-two." She watched as a few nodded at her words, their expressions instantly changed at her distant tone. A few frowned while others looked with interest as they analysed her, taking in all her scars and injuries. A few whispered things to each other and the most she managed to catch were to do with her height and abnormally pale skin. Amongst it all she spotted White mouthing enthusiastically at a couple of soldiers next to her and gesturing to her. The woman noticed her stare and sent her a big smile that Six acknowledged with a nod. She opened her mouth to say more when movement right at the back caught her attention. Diverting her eyes she smirked as she saw one of the robots with their hand up a little. He wasn't one that she'd spoken to before, but it probably didn't matter as he'd likely heard all about her from his alien buddies.

He took her looking at him as leave to ask his question, "I thought all squishes had a name, why don't you?"

Six shrugged at him, her voice as nonchalant as she could make it when talking to an alien, "I'm a Spartan."

"But, you have to have one don't you?" he pressed with friendly confusion.

"Longarm," the one called Optimus warned.

"Not me," Six said ambiguously. Her challenging eyes watched as the robot sighed and let it go.

"Oh…" he looked slightly put out, but accepted it her answer. "I see, thank you," the politeness through her off, but she didn't allow it to show. With her face forced to relax, she decided that she'd said enough and was about to turn away when someone caught her attention. It wasn't anyone she knew, but from the way they were looking at her, they knew enough about her. Stopping in her tracks she matched her gaze with the indeterminable one of her would be questioner. A tense silence settled around them as a few wondered why she'd stopped. In order to relieve it quickly she nodded in the man who'd grabbed her attention.

"What's a Spartan?" His rolling voice broke the silence as many heads turned in her direction. A few looked expecting, almost searching while others looked at her with knowing grins; she was evidently a subject of interest at the moment.

"Classified." As soon as the words left her lips the tension lifted and quite a few people chuckled. Some then shook their heads at the answer that they'd likely heard many times before. Six twitched her lips into a small smile as her questioner smirked at her answer, the look in his eyes softening a fraction as he did. With that done, Six beat a retreat, wondering how the hinge-head would handle his introduction. As she passed the hinge-head on his way up her lips fell and the scar tugged on side into a sneer. His head briefly turned to her and he snapped his jaws in response, fortunately the exchange went unnoticed by most in the room.

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Roh 'Rithinee, Diego Garcia

Roh snapped his jaws at the Demon as she sneered at him during their passing. Her introduction had contained a certain degree of tension, but that was no doubt just because it was the Demon. She had an air about her that he'd noticed was always around her, even when he wasn't her centre of attention. The way she walked, held herself and gazed at those around her was constantly supported by undertones of barely contained cold anger. While a strange way of describing it, it was how Roh saw it. The Demon wasn't openly aggressive all the time as he'd witnessed, but she kept it hidden and passive under her seemingly uncaring demeanour. It had been evident with her quick speech and even more so, however, few had noticed and Roh believed the only reason he did was because he knew the Demon. As much as he was loathed to admit it, he was the closest living person to understand how she worked.

"Lastly, this is Roh Rithinee," the Human Major introduced him, his pronunciation not quite right, but Roh let it slide. Now was not the time for him to pick at a Human's speech when he was surrounded by them and a Demon.

As the Major stepped off to the side Roh continued his journey forwards. A sea of curiosity that wasn't without its wryness greeted him during his steps. There were a couple of wide eyes at his appearance, which didn't surprise him. These Humans may have alien allies, but it was evident that they'd never seen a biological alien such as him.

"Greetings, I'm Roh'Rithinee," He spoke carefully, keeping his speech as clear as he could as he grappled his mandibles around his words. "I'm a Sangheili."

There were a few murmurs of "he's even bigger than her" that made Roh stifle a grin, without a doubt they would not recognise the expression. After the initial excitement his audience drifted into silence and with a loss of anything to say, but wanting to fill the gap, Roh asked if anyone had any questions. It was perhaps a mistake because a fair few people made themselves known. He glanced over to the Major who gave him an encouraging nod. Roh returned the gesture neutrally as he briefly mulled over what the Major had said.

The brown haired human hadn't implicated him in anyway, instead he'd explained the basis of the true situation and then edited it. Roh wasn't sure why the Major had decided not to allow his men to hate him, but Humans were difficult creatures. Now, because of the way the Major had explained it, Rob was no more an outsider then their Construct allies. The Demon, on the other hand, appeared to be struggling with her people. It was evident to him why, being a Demon made her difficult to approach. He knew this from the reports he'd read and while there were few of them, what he had seen was detailed. Demons were also a big concern to the Covenant, especially when there were multiple or The Demon.

Before he allowed his mind to wonder any further, Roh focused his eyes on a grinning Human female. He nodded at her to voice her question and a mild expression of surprise fluttered over her face before the expression turned curious.

"What's your home like?" She accentuated the work 'your', her eyes twinkling with barely contained interest as she did. Roh chuckled quietly, unnoticed tension leaving his body as he did. He hadn't realised how his muscles had coiled instinctively, because it was just a natural reaction when surrounded by Humans. But, now it was different and he couldn't act on his previous instincts. So much more was at stake than his waning disdain for Humanity. Doing something foolish and unnecessary now would only further condemn his people and prevent him from saving them from the lies of the Prophets. He felt his laugh fade at the thought and so not as to think on it any further he answered the Human's question.

"Some might consider my home beautiful," Roh began, knowing there were a fair few who didn't like Sangheilious for various reasons. He pushed those thoughts away as he concentrate on what made his home so great and how he could relate it to the Humans. "It is unlike the Earth in almost every way. The days are always hot and even though my home was near the coast, the wind didn't ease it. As I mentioned to the Construct earlier, the land consists of burning colours of reds and oranges that were long ago flattened into plains or pulled into mountains. A lot of it is farmland, like Earth and we also have our own monuments to the Arbiters –leaders of our people- and the Gods." Roh stopped himself as he took in the fascinated faces of the soldiers before him. It was such a stark contrast to the other Humans. These ones had only heard of the wonders of space, they had yet to touch the stars as he had and…it was completely baffling.

A few more looked like they wanted to ask him more, but the Major intervened and gently moved his people onto something else.

"Alright guys, that's it from Roh. We've got a lot to fit in and not much time to do it. Roh will be around base, just don't swamp him," the Major said light heartedly, chuckling at the end as he gestured for Roh to walk back to his original position. The Major continued to speak as Roh moved himself away, although he had little chance to pay attention as the Demon was pinning him with a vicious stare. Roh huffed at her expression, but did little else to express his irritation while he resumed his position next to the Demon.

"You do little to help yourself Demon," he mused referencing her distant and harsh attitude towards the new Humans. He knew that they weren't taking to her, the emotions were so obvious on their faces that even Roh could read them. Perhaps the Demon just didn't see it the way he did, but what he saw wasn't completely positive. There were a few who looked like they respected the Demon while most appeared distrustful, suspicious even. Although, Roh didn't blame them, the Demon hardly did anything to promote trust.

Out of the corner of his eye the Demon's head turned a fraction in his direction. Her scarred lips were flattened into a tense line as her harsh blue eyes were narrowed at him.

"They just don't know what you really are." She bit back at him, but she kept her voice low enough that only he could hear. The Major continued to speak about recent events and mentioned something about someone called Bumblebee paying a visit. Another name was mentioned, one that Roh recognised from the explanation the Construct called Optimus had given them. What the Major said was that the human boy called Sam may be accompanying the Construct, but the likelihood of that depended on the enemy activity in the province of the boy's dwelling.

"Perhaps, but you are only isolating yourself from your people. I would have thought you were smarter than to do that," Roy chuckled softly as the Demon's eyes became harsher and her lips tugged into a sneer.

"They're not my people, not really." Her tone was icy as she flickered her gaze to those gathered in the hangar. The arm tensed around the helmet that she always kept close to her as he eyes returned to him, as cold and distant as ever. "But, they're Humanity and I'll protect them from the likes of you until I leave."

Roh shook his head slightly at her. Could she not see that these Humans weren't that receptive of her actions? Despite his dislike towards the Humans it didn't mean Roh didn't understand them. Years of fighting against them and studying their weaknesses, for when he lead missions that required subtlety, had proved useful in understanding their behaviour. He could see that these Humans didn't need an untouchable, ferocious Demon to stand as their shield and sword. They needed something else, but as to what that was? It was beyond Roh's understanding of Humans.

"They appear capable of that without you, Demon." He mulled over his own words as he rebutted her, "Despite what they say, perhaps they don't need you."

His words were intentionally ambiguous and while he was referring to her viewpoint, he knew she would assume he meant her. Although he knew the Demon was unlikely to be deterred by his words he knew they would affect her. They'd turn her attention elsewhere and away from him, leaving him to hopefully live long enough to think over his fate. One thing he hadn't expected was to silence her. He'd been expecting a swift snapping response, but only silence lingered between the two of them as the Major continued his talk. His words on recent enemy activity were logged into Roh's mind as he studied the suddenly quiet Demon.

She made no indication that she was going to respond as she stared forwards at the Major. Her body was wrought with tension as she breathed shortly though her dirt covered nose. The faint stench of sweat, blood and electricity hit him again, making him curious as to what the dried blue substance on her was. It was most likely blood, but it was like nothing he'd ever seen before. He made a note to ask the medical Construct another time and was about to consider his talk with the Demon over when she sudden spoke.

"They will," She growled, still keeping her tone strong despite how quiet she was. Anything Roh was about to say in response was halted as silence descended around them. The Major had paused in his speech, glancing at them from the corner of his eye before starting off again and mentioning them in the training plan for the week.

"Tomorrow, teams Delta and Foxtrot will be out with Knockout and Beachbreaker. You'll be faced off against 'Hide, Optimus and Longarm." A grin was on the Major's face as there were a few groans and laughs from his men. He answered them with a chuckle and a light, "good luck guys, you'll need it."

"Charlie will be looking into the emp mines some more," Roh watched as the Major nodded towards a brown haired woman. She responded with a small smile, which the Major continued from, "Alpha, Bravo, Echo, and Golf will be on the range rotation and running additional laps. Hotel and India will be on call. Juliet and Mike, you guys will be on patrol while Kilo and Lima work intelligence as usual. The rest of the rota will be in the usual place, which brings me to our new additions. Due to injury, Noble Six will not be participating, but she will be assigned to Charlie. Roh is still under consideration and will not be assigned to anyone for a while."

There was an excited "yes!" from the Human who the Major had nodded to earlier. There were a few grumbles while others clapped the woman on her back. She was grinning widely at the news, which made Roh curious as to why this woman was so glad to have the Demon. He looked over at the Demon, but her face gave away nothing and remained as stoic as ever. A crease in her brows formed as she noticed his gaze, the muscles in her jaw flexing as she clenched her teeth together. Although, that was the only response he received and decided it was best not to push her. Demons were volatile beings and with his current disadvantage, incurring her wrath was not advisable.

With the Major apparently finished the meeting drew to a close. The Humans began to filter out of the room in one main direction, which led Roh to believe it was now their meal time. A few of the Constructs departed out of the hangar and down the road behind it. Their tires squealing as they left, leaving the smells off burning rubber drifting in his direction. Three remained and were exchanging glances between each other. A frown was prominent on the medic's face while the black one had a roguish grin on his face. Their leader glanced between them, his eyes shining with brief amusement before it eased away.

"Ratchet will take you back to the med bay, unless you want to eat with us?" The Major called to Roh as he made his way over. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the Demon stiffen, however her face remained unreadable.

Roh considered the offer briefly. Eating with others would be an interesting event, even if it was Humans. Although, Roh wasn't sure if he was that desperate for company that wasn't the Construct, perhaps even the Construct wanted a break from him. While he admired the Humans to some extent, he wasn't about to forget everything and dine with them. He hummed to himself before sighing and nodding to the Major.

"I will join you, if I may," he said. "No doubt the Construct tires of my 'brooding'."

The Major chuckled in response before commenting, "can't imagine you brooding in Ratchet's med bay. What about you Six?" he turned to the Demon as he addressed her. In response she swept her free hand across her body, adding to the gesture with a simple comment.

"Lead on, Sir." There wasn't any malice behind the words, but as Roy caught her gaze he could see it in her eyes. It was only there for a second before she blinked it away and the familiar cold blue of the Demon's eyes returned. Whether or not the hatred was aimed at the Major was something Roh couldn't determine. He doubted it was as the Demon had little reason to hate the Major, however, the mind of a Demon was not something easily predicted.