Heyy all, here's the next chapter, apologies about the time between, again. I had issues with the next chapter along and wanted to make sure they fit well before posting. Still not particularly happy with them, but we'll see how it goes :)

Thanks go to gwb99 for being beta

Thankyou for all the favs, follows and reviews :)

KL StarBlaze: I'm glad you're enjoying it :) As for the whole 'who had it worse' thing, I don't think Roh wants her forgiveness. He wants her to be aware that the universe doesn't centre around her people, but because he's so caught up with his current problems he's not voicing it well. And you're right, she's not going to listen to him, I think one of the others mentions that to him. That isn't going to stop him from trying to make her see it as it's just the way he is and after finding out everything was a sham, he wants people to know.

halo is bad ass: Chances are slim as I believe Lennox is going to keep them apart until it all settles down.

Guest: Thank you!

dracologistmaster: Thank you and I can't say it's gonna get any better :P

helkil: They'll find out soon enough, maybe ;)

RamenKnight: For the most part I guess she keeps it bottled up, but I'll make sure to write it in a bit more here and there. It'll be easier at the moment as there's a fair few distractions, but once they pass it'll probably be more prominent. Thank you :)

Ryan: Thank you! Congrats to you too, hope it's all going well :)

Akshka: Here you go :)

Yele98: Chances are no, but there will gradually be some close relationships with others on base, depending how it all goes.

Unholy Prophet0060: Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it :) I am planning to take this up to the end of Dark of the Moon and depending on what happens there, I'll see if a sequel or extension is realistic.

Guest: Thanks for the suggestion, I might use it in future encounters :)

DeathstrokeNorris: This is just how Roh sees it, he may be wrong, but it's what be believes and I don't think he wants to accept that his people may have been weak and accepted the offer so easily. A lot of his beliefs have been shaken recently and this is just one of his ways of dealing with it.

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Who We Are


Noble Six, NEST Base

After the infuriating argument with the alien medic and then being babysat by another alien, the majority of the rest of the day soon came and went. The Major had appeared at some point, knocking on the door of her room before entering and reprimanding her for the argument with Ratchet. She'd assured him that it wouldn't happen again, telling him that she wasn't one to argue like that. Inwardly she'd berated herself, finding it foolish that she'd let herself go so much that she'd stooped to having petty shouting matches with an alien. When the Major had apparently decided that she was indeed sincere in her apology he'd checked if she needed anything before leaving.

Once he'd left she'd attempted to keep herself occupied by doing some exercises and use them to vent her frustration with herself. It had worked for the most part, but after a while thoughts had begun to seep their way in. As she stood before her bed caked in sweat, her breaths coming in short controlled busts and her heart holding a nice beat, everything came all at once. Everything that had happened recently came catching up with her. The fall of Reach, Noble, this Earth and Jorge. In a bid to push it back away, Six dropped roughly to the floor and began to do press ups. As she continued pushing herself off the floor her thoughts refused to leave her and with that her movements became more and more aggressive as she filled with irritation at herself. She could feel it burning through her blood and fuelling her muscles more and more. The idea that this abundance of time would become the norm was another thought she tried to steer clear of but, it eventually caught up with her. Having no pressing matters to attend to was something she wasn't used to. Sure, Noble had received some downtime however, it had been minuscule in the grand scheme of things. With the Covenant on their doorstep every asset had been needed and her abilities was not something she would deny Humanity. She didn't want to admit it, but she missed Noble; she missed it all.

In between trying not to go crazy Six had ensured to leave her room every now and then. Sometimes it was for food, which had mostly ended with her and White eating silently next to one another. The woman appeared to enjoy Six's quite company for some unknown reason. Six didn't bother to dissuade her, deciding that if the Major saw her "getting along" with at least one person from the base then he'd stop mentioning her isolation. It wasn't a completely successful endeavour, but he told her that he was glad she was trying. The Hinge-Head didn't show his face to Six at all during that time. She tried not to think about him, how he was still alive and that the Major tolerated his presence even after everything he'd been told.

The other times Six had left her room had been to run around the base. At first the Major had disapproved, but then Captain Hughes had stepped in and assured him that she would keep an eye on Six. The bargain had ended with Six occasionally running with the Captain while other times the woman would watch and most likely asses her. From a distance she occasionally saw the alien medic staring at her, but she kept her distance form all of them. Their presence set her on edge and she didn't want to have them repeatedly treating her like a child having an unnecessary strop.

Six's newly discovered routine kept her occupied and it was especially so when Guardian asked for Dot to be handed over to him. The strange AI had spoken little to her while he worked on her armour, so when he came asking for Dot, she'd made sure to keep her irritation under wraps. Having a yelling match with the one who could return her home wasn't a good idea, so with a lot of hesitation she'd handed Dot over. Doing so had been a more difficult process than she anticipated. It filled her with trepidation that had refused to move. Even all her exercises did little to alleviate her unease and she'd ended up spending most of the last three days right next to the Liberator.

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Hot air blew from her mouth as she pushed her body up from her hands, seething as the exercise barely touched the unease she'd had for the past few days. Surely he'd finished by now? She tilted her head to the side, getting a sideways view of the completely closed off Forerunner ship. Sneering at its lack of movement Six lowered herself back down to the floor, inhaling roughly as she did. Her muscles ached a little as she pushed up again, stopping mid exhale when the ship made a hissing noise. Suddenly, the ramp lowered and Six jumped to her feet. The noise had everyone else in the Hangar instantly turning their attention to the no longer quite ship. She restrained herself from running up to the ship and settled to a brisk walk. As she did the familiar form of Guardian appeared hovering at the top of the ram and instantly looked her way.

"Reclaimer, your armour is ready for your use. Initial tests will need to be made, but I am confident that it will be successful." His voice was as joyful as ever and didn't skip a beat before it continued, "your Ancilla has also seen major improvements."

Six's tension didn't ease with Guardian's words. For some reason she had to see for herself that Dot was in one piece. The attachment to the AI for purely out of the need to ensure security of UNSC data, but Six knew that was a lie. She didn't want to admit it and despite her attempts otherwise, Dot being the only link back home was bound to cause an emotional attachment sooner or later. Before anything else could flicker through her mind on the subject, Six promptly shoved it aside and focused on the task at hand.

"Can I try it?" She asked quietly as she took a step towards Guardian and onto the ships metal ramp.

"Of course, Reclaimer." With the cheery voice of the monitor receding into the ship, Six followed after with what could've been mistaken as a spring in her step.

As she walked into the main body of the ship, she noticed that it had all returned to normal. The lights were back to their usual calm blue, the boxes were all gone and it appeared a lot more spacious. Eager to continue, Six looked to the front to find the –her - armour suspended in air with her old helmet floating next to it. A small, sad smile tugged at her lips at the sight of her old helmet as well as a small sense of abandonment to her old armour. Easing forward, she was soon right in front of the sleek silvery-grey armour. She stretched a hand out towards it, but stopped just shy of touching it. Her eyes involuntary turned to her old helmet for a brief moment before she flickered them back to what was before her. In doing so she managed to notice a dark outline of the UNSC insignia that had been on her old armour. Nodding in satisfaction that she wouldn't be completely abandoning the old one, Six touched her new armour and smiled inwardly as it folded around her.

It was a strange sensation as her armour folded around her. As she touched it, it disassembled itself and slid down her arm. She remained still as its pieces ran up her shoulders and began spreading across her body. The sensation as it did so was strange and unlike anything she'd felt before. The fluidity of the movements of the armour felt so much like water coursing over her that she only just about noticed when it locked into place. As it did, something at the back of her mind stirred. A presence made itself known in her mind and before Six could react to the intrusion it spoke.

"Noble Six," the voice as familiar as ever, stretched through her mind. "I apologies for the intrusion, but it is the best way to interface in this new armour."

"Dot?" Six asked quietly, not sure if she could believe it.

There was a smile in the AI's voice as she replied, "it is me. I hope that this doesn't bother you, there was mention in your file that you were against another presence in your mind. I did not mention it before because…it was not my prerogative."

Six could feel the sincerity as well as confusion from Dot. She couldn't believe that Guardian had managed it. To so easily change the way Dot saw the universe and therefore give her only true companion the will to think for herself. For a while since being here Six was happy, perhaps now with Dot by her side in this new capacity she wouldn't feel so…. alone. The confusion from Dot, she understood that it would take the AI a while to get used to the idea of her now free thinking. There was also the fact that whatever Guardian had combined her with would make an appearance in some form. Curious as to what Dot thought about the change and whether or not she was taking it well, Six decided to ask.

"Don't worry about it. How are you feeling? Everything the way it should be?" Six flexed her arms as she spoke, revelling in how fluid and responsive the armour was to her movements.

"Everything appears to be optimal, however, there are certain gaps in my...his memory." There was an uncertain pause as Six felt Dot frown at the back of her mind. She could feel the unease growing in AI and it made her doubt the intentions Guardian had when he changed Dot.

"His memory?" Six prompted.

Dot said nothing for a moment, but Six allowed her to take her time, no doubt there was a lot running through her mind. She spoke after a few moments, her voice quiet and wracked with uncertainty, "I think…. it's the AI he used to change me. I'm getting pieces of who he knew, who he was, what happened but…. some is missing. I don't understand. There's so much to take in - I wasn't created for this – his name was…. Aegis, no, SublimeAegisBuilder Security - Veiled-Dream-of-Infinite-Starlight is such a long name – I don't understand…"

Six stopped flexing and twisting her arms around as she gave Dot her complete attention. She spoke with what she hoped was strong reassurance, "We'll figure it out, whatever this is. I promise."

There was hesitancy from Dot as she agreed with her before asking, "Shall we take your armour for a spin?"

Six grinned, "Yes."

Without letting Guardian get a word in Six dashed out of the ship, revelling in how fluid her movements felt as she did. Her feet hit the floor as softly as ever, but she kicked off with more power than ever before. The tarmac quickly rolled beneath her and soon she had to turn off onto what had become her regular route around the base. She wasn't sure what to think about the feeling as she ran. The fact that the armour hugged her skin tightly, but not in a way that was constricting. Every step became more controlled as she ran and she felt the armour work with her. Dot remained silent as she got into the rhythm of the movement, grinning as she began to loop behind the giant base. After the past few days without any armour, this was long awaited. The rush of having something so powerful hug her skin was something she'd sorely missed. It was like water against her skin, rolling and flowing with her every moment as she began ducking and rolling mid run. There was barely a hitch with the change of movements and after a while she got used to how the armour worked with her.

The HUD was almost the same and she had a feeling that was down to Dot. Her radar was still in the same place, only more detailed and providing more information than ever before. There was an appropriated sized gap awaiting a linkup with her weapons and her shield indicator sat a proudly filled blue. The only difference was the style, it was a lot sharper and more geometric, but she understood that. She'd seen it in the site and the ship, besides it was only a cosmetic thing, she could deal with that.

Grinning ecstatically, Six pushed herself forward, curious as to how fast she could now go. Her lungs pulled oxygen in at a fastened pace and she breathed a laugh as she felt the adrenaline rush though her body. Dot must've known what she was doing because her speed appeared in the corner of her screen. Allowing her eyes to take a brief moment to look away, Six glanced at her speed and lit up with excitement as she read the speed. She was close to overtaking her best and that spurred her on. Fierce determination coursed through her as she kicked her muscles into overdrive, exhilarated by the power and ache she could feel shooting through them. More oxygen flowed into her starved lungs as she pushed he arms and legs, carefully watching as her speed began to climb.

Even as it began to overtake her personal best, she didn't stop, willing herself to go as fast as she could. Her speed kept climbing while her muscles protests became louder and her breathing became more frequent. She clenched her fists as the pain in her muscles rose, attempting to will it away as the tarmac of the runway grew closer. It had become her mark, she would make it there before ending this sprint. Drawing a deep breath she ignored the pain roaring through her muscles, pushing past the strain and shooting her way forwards. She could make out soldiers going about their duties as she approached. A few of them looked her way, their postures wary, but not aggressive. Positioning herself so she'd run through an empty section of the runway, Six emptied the tank and pushed her way through the last hundred meters.

As soon as her metal foot hit tarmac she pulled her body to a slow stop, drawing air in as deeply as she could. Her chest ached with use, but the feeling had her grinning wildly beneath her helmet as she turned to walk back to the hangar. Her legs protested a little at the movement but she continued onwards regardless, enjoying the sensation of her exhausted muscles. The burning in her legs remained constant as she walked down the bases runway, but she didn't get far before the familiar figure of Captain Hughes stepped into view.

The woman whistled appreciatively as she strode up to Six, "that's some nice gear you've got there. How's it drive?"

Snapping her hand up in a salute, Six replied crisply, "smoother than ever, ma'am."

Hughes nodded with a grin, "good to hear, looks like you had a pretty fast run. What was the time on that?"

As Hughes spoke a couple of soldiers had sent appreciative glances and curious looks towards Six. A few of them spoke to each other and the armour appeared to detect what they were saying, gifting her with numerous pieces of conversation.

"-You see how fast she was?"

"-force to be reckoned with."

"Damn, look at that-"

"-see her in action."

The conversations kept filling her mind to the point where it was almost unbearable. She winced at the noise, turning her head to the side as she tried to figure out how to stop the noise. The Captain must have noticed her lack of reply as her a concerned frown formed on her face.

"Six-" Hughes began, but was cut off as Dot's voice sounded at the back of Six's mind.

"My apologies, Noble Six. Adjusting to the new system is proving difficult at this time, would you like me to retract the helmet?"

Without missing a beat Six replied even as her worry for Dot set in, "Go ahead."

Dot said nothing and before Six knew it the noise the armour was picking up disappeared and fresh air was hitting her in the face. Sun light slowly hit her face as it snuck through the cracks made in her helmet while it disassembled into smaller pieces and slid off to the side. The quiet murmuring of the area was most welcome after the intense sounds from earlier. Captain Hughes appeared quite surprised and something on either side of Six kept grabbing her attention.

Noticing Six's stare the Captain chuckled a little before speaking with a disbelieving tone, "You never cease to amaze, how can it just float there?"

Confused, Six glanced to her side to see what the Captain was on about and found pieces of metal floating above her shoulders. The floating stacks of thin metal were almost identical on either side, from what Six could tell. Seeing it didn't make it easier to believe and only proved how unreachable these Forerunners appeared to be.

"I'm as surprised as you, ma'am."

"No need to be so formal, Six," Hughes assured with a slightly sad smile. "NEST is like a family and you're a part of that now."

Six stared back at the woman expressionlessly, inwardly remembering how she was already part of a family; the Spartan family. Only that family was almost completely gone, let alone there actually being anyone other than herself left of Beta Company. As kind as the Captain's offer was, it wasn't something that appealed to Six. Orders were what she needed at the moment, so she could forget how long it was going to take to get home.

"Understood, ma'am." Six agreed with a nod, watching as the brunette haired woman shook her head in disbelief.

"You're a strange one Six," Hughes chuckled before clearing her throat and her face turned serious. "We've got a combat exercise at fifteen hundred hours, so meet us in hangar four at fourteen hundred hours. We'll be going over what we'll be testing today...unfortunately you're sitting out on the actual mission," she sent Six an apologetic look, which soon turned thoughtful. "Although, I'll see what I can do, might be able to twist the Major's arm."

"Affirmative, ma'am, see you then." Hughes nodded before dismissing Six and walking back to the bases main hanger. Watching the woman go, Six asked Dot to put the helmet back on and it wasn't long before the sunlight was shut out. Then, ignoring the glances she got, Six also began to wall back to the base. She had a few hours until the combat exercise she'd be watching, which meant there was enough time to get some more testing in.

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Roh 'Rithin

"I've got some good news and some bad news," The Major shifted on his feet as he spoke and Roh cocked his head in interest. "General Morshower has cleared you to join us. The bad news is that you will be under surveillance at all times and I believe there will be a treaty of some form to go through. As for those who'll be watching you, that'll either be one of the 'Bots or your team leader."

Roh nodded, glad that the Major and his people had given him a chance to prove that he was changing. The past few days had been long and filled with little to do. He'd been begrudgingly allowed to do some small exercises when the Demon was not around.

"It's best to keep you separate for now." Had been the Major's reasoning for it and Roh had wholeheartedly agreed with him. Since the meeting he'd not seen the Demon, only heard how she was always doing something. While the few he spoke to didn't quite understand the need, Roh had surprised himself by comprehending exactly why the Demon felt the need to keep busy. That realisation had shocked him before making him laugh, which had earnt a disapproving look from Ratchet. The fact that he had the insight to see what the Demon was thinking and why she did what she did, wasn't as strange to him as some of the bases occupants thought. Being in a war against someone for so long tended to have that effect. Getting into the mind-set of his enemies had always been a way for him to gain an advantage, but Demons were especially challenging. While there were still things that eluded him when it came to the Demon, he knew enough to predict her simpler actions.

"Whose team am I to be allocated to, Major?" Roh asked after a moment, accepting the fact he'd be under watch for the most part. As for the treaty, that was something he'd tackle after.

"You'll be allocated to Foxtrot, they work with the 'Bots a lot more than some of the other teams, so you should find them easy to get on with."

"Thank you, Major," Roh bowed his head in a gesture of thanks. When he looked back up the Major was smiling back at him. Comfortable silence fell between them for a moment as the crackling noise of Ratchet welding metal together coursed through the med-bay.

After a moment a serious frown formed on the Major's face as he spoke firmly, "No need to thank me, just…don't make me regret trusting you."

Roh nodded soberly, "I would not do you the dishonour, Major."

"Good," The Major's features relaxed slightly. "Come, we'll go pay First Lieutenant Mathews a visit."

"Lead on, Major." Roh gestured for the brown haired Human to go, falling into step with him as he set off. The pair of them walked through the base at a comfortable pace, occasionally making conversation with one another. Neutral topics were the safest and most often spoken about, with the Major happy enough to speak about the Autobots and his kin back home while Roh had just his family to speak of. The Covenant was brought up at one point as the Major wanted to know more of those in it and what they were like. Roh didn't mind speaking of such things, but as he did he made no attempt to hold back his hate for the Jiralhanae. It didn't take long for the Major to notice his contempt for the apish species so when he questioned it, Roh was prepared to divulge all.

"They're aggressive and care little of anything except their own desire for battle, even the Humans have named them Brutes! They've long since hated my kind because we-" He stopped mid rant, almost choking on the fact he'd nearly referred to himself as a protector of the San'Shyum. Why had he done that? Did he really still think that he was a part of the Covenant? His mind snorted at that, he was a traitor, plain and simple. He could barely refer to himself as someone from the 'Rithin keep; he was a disgrace to his family. What Sangheili was he is he abandoned his people so easily? Frustration swirled within him and he clamped his jaws together in anger at himself.

You're pathetic, brooding over your failures, you shouldn't even be here. Any warrior worth his sword would have ki-

"Roh?" The Major's voice sounded far away and laced with concern. Roh's eyes shot up from the ridge covered metal floor and to the Major who was stood a little further up the corridor. Brown eyes stared back at him, free from the disappointment and loathing that Roh had somehow expected.

Roh shrugged off the Major's concern as he resumed walking, "My apologies, Major. It appears it will take some time letting go of my past."

The Major fell into step with his unconsciously hurried pace, the concern was still on his face, only it was also filled with acceptance. "It's not going to be an overnight thing, besides, what matters to me is who you choose to be now."

Roh wasn't completely convinced by the Major's words. It wasn't that he felt there was malice behind them, but he doubted the Major had just accepted what his people had done. The look in his eyes the other day had told Roh all he needed to know about the Major's stance. Anger and disbelief had been the most prominent in the Human's stormy brown eyes and Roh could still see echoes of it now. He didn't think any less of the Major, in fact, the Human had garnered much respect from him in such a short amount of time.

Keeping his surprise to himself, Roh merely thanked the Major before they continued on in a comfortable silence. During their walk they learned that the Demon's armour had been finished and that she was testing it. Roh couldn't tell if the Major was truly happy about the occurrence or slightly edgy. From what little Roh had seen, the relationship between the Major and the Demo was a rather strained one, yet it was filled with mutual respect. He wasn't sure why the Demon was so cold with her own people, but he had a feeling that it was partially due to his continued existence and the fact they couldn't understand her actions. Strangely enough, Roh understood some of what the Demon did. Although, he wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Even with the Demon testing her new armour, the Major did not detour her way, explaining that her team leader would deal with her. Roh was glad they didn't go attend to the Demon as his encounters with the Demon only ever ended in arguments. He didn't blame her, but he wished she'd open her eyes and see the bigger picture. This was more than them now, they need to get along –or at least tolerate each other- if they wanted to put things right when they got back. He sighed as he and the Major entered another hangar, perhaps the Demon was so blinded by rage that she didn't want to take the right path.

"Ah, here they are," the Major nodded towards a group of dust and grime covered soldiers who all looked fairly exhausted. Roh scanned them quickly as all twelve of them looked up at their approach. A few of their faces looked familiar while others he drew a blank at.

"Major Lennox!" A Human older looking than the Major stepped forwards and saluted.

The Major nodded with a warm smile, "at ease Sergeant Major Walker, figured I'd come introduce you to your new member. This is Roh 'Rithin."

The Sergeant Major's eyes widened slightly as he took in Roh before his brows eased into a frown, "you're with Six aren't you?"

Roh chuffed, "the Demon is no ally of mine."

There was some shifting from the soldiers behind the Sergeant Major as the Major added, "Roh's got a lot to offer and he's willing to be under watch twenty-four-seven. Give him a shot Walker, you won't regret it."

"I better not," the black haired man glanced at Roh, studying him with his piercing brown eyes. "So what experience have you got to offer?"

"I've been training as a warrior since I was but a youngling, I was then part of my people's military where I stayed for about twenty years. I worked my way up and eventually had my own team of Zealots." Catching the flicker of confusion, Roh quickly added, "Zealots are a force of my people who have seen many battles, they track down artefacts of importance or occasionally take to the battlefield."

"You prepared to start taking orders from one of us?"

"Yes."

"Even though we're Human?"

"Your species is not the deciding factor here, only your ability to lead. If I believe you're making a huge tactical error, I will inform you."

Walker arched a brow a he smiled with interest, "alright, we'll see if you've got what it takes. Sergeant Evans!"

A pale skinned man with light hair came jogging up from the back of the group, "Sir?"

"You'll be Roh here's mate, stick to him like glue and see he doesn't get into trouble." As Walker finished, Roh watched as the light-haired man eyed him up in amazement. Evans nodded silently as he took considerable effort to crane his neck to look up at Roh. The Major meanwhile looked surprised that the exchange had gone so smoothly and Roh also wondered why there was so little resistance.

"I'll leave you guys to it," the Major grinned as he snapped out of his surprise. "Any problems, you know where I am." As he left he sent Roh a meaningful look that Roh believed wished him luck. With the Major then gone Walker gave Roh a quick rundown of the squad, explaining that they were one of the main infantry groups, only they got to work with the 'Bots a lot. After the brief speech and an even briefer introduction he dismissed Roh, telling him that Evans would 'show him the ropes'.

"So, you know Six well?" Evans asked nonchalantly as he showed Roh some of the gear they used. The room they were in was fairly large, with large metal lockers lining the walls and a weapon covered table running through the centre. A variety of different guns lay on the black metal table, their dark shining surfaces only revealing how much the Humans looked after their equipment. Roh traced his hand over a pistols smooth surface, mulling over how similar it looked to the ones the other Humans used.

"No, the Demon is not the type to know people deep, it is what makes her a formidable warrior," Roh murmured, intrigued why he was interested in the Demon. Tilting his head up, he studied Evan's face, watching as tension rippled below the skin at his words. A storm of loss and anger was visible in the man's eyes and as Roh thought back he remembered that a medic had died yesterday. "You hate her for the death of the Medic."

The statement appeared to take Evans by surprise as he froze for a moment, before nodding and confessing, "I guess I do." There was a brief pause before, "why do you call her 'Demon'?"

Roh cocked his head, "they've always brought destruction to ou-the Covenant's forces. Killing them is nigh impossible and then there's their unwavering silence."

"Sounds like you respect her."

"I do, Demon's are a worthy opponent. Killing one is considered a feat of the highest honour," Roh stopped himself before quickly adding, "or it was."

Interest swirled in Evans' eyes as he asked, "Honour's a big thing for your people, huh?"

"Indeed," Roh nodded and went to pat his sword, only to realise it wasn't there. Panic swiftly grabbed at him as he tried to remember where it was, only to draw a blank. The only possible place it could be was at the crash site, unless the Oracle knew where it was.

"Only those noble enough receive a sword formed from plasma and a Sangheili's skill with one is something we pride ourselves on," Roh continued his explanation, readying himself for the ensuring question on how many he killed with one.

"Well we've got nothing that fancy sounding here," Evans gestured to the array of weapons and even picked up a relatively large one. The question he'd been expecting never came as he and Evans continued to talk about the different types of weapons they'd handed. He never once mentioned the war that the Major had explained at the meeting, nor did he bring up the Demon again. Roh found it interesting how the Human got carried away with his explanation of each weapon, going on to even talk about the ones they'd replaced and why. Even though the weapons were much more lacking then the ones he'd employed, it only served to have him grant the Human's respect for how they could be so determined to fight against an enemy far beyond them.