Note: These are not edited, i know that they have spelling and grammar issues. They were done as a writing exercise and I thought you all might enjoy them.

26. Excite

There wasn't very much in the universe that could excite her. The sight of the specially modified ODST armor was one of the first in many years. She loved the blue tints on the dark black metal. The pure elegance of it, the simplicity and sleek look was brilliant. The blue visor gleamed up at her and reflected her face. She turned it around and slipped it on. The HUD came to life and a smile spread over her face. Yes, this was diffidently something she was excited about.

27. Verbal

Verbal was not a word for her. She wasn't a big fan of talking, more of listening to others. When she did have to speak, she kept is short and simple. Soldiers had tried to get her into conversations but she'd become skillful at avoiding them. Being vague was always her secret weapon. The more vague she was, the more people didn't ask questions, thinking that everything was secret. Really, she just didn't want to talk, wasn't interested in their personal questions. Not that she had answers for most of them. Those that she did, she didn't want to answer.

28. Fragment

There was nothing but fragments left. What had once been her old armor was now ruined. The hunger had stepped on her helmet and the reflective visor material. Most of her armor was burned from plasma shots and a bit of it had been cracked from needler rounds. Her thigh burned from where several had lodged and then detonated, destroying the armor there and shattered inside of her leg. Things seemed odd without her HUD to guide her, to help her radio for help. She dropped the fragment to the ground. No use crying over broken armor.

29. Inert

The hunter tried to run forward but she remained inert. She wouldn't let it get past. She had to hold them off long enough that the marines could get away. The giant alien roared in anger and put more weight on its shield. She put her full force against the shield on the opposite side, keeping them from moving anywhere. The hunter took a step back and she managed to stay on her feet. She shifted her stance. She wouldn't move, not even an inch. The hunger roared and charged. She was ready.

30. Classic

The UNSC was always coming out with new weapons. The Assault rifle, the Spartan laser. In the end they all paired in comparison to the DMR in her view. It was sleek, precise, and always shot straight. There wasn't much more that she could want from a weapon for daily use. Sure, nothing beat a sniper rifle for long range, and she did enjoy using a rocket launcher on a wraith, but when she was faced down with a squad of elites and grunts, she loved her DMR. The rounds tore perfectly through grunts. The one two toe then head killing technique that she'd mastered for shielded jackals was satisfying. The precision and strength made it easy to cut down elite shields and place a round through their head. Really, there was nothing like a classic DRM.

31. Animal

She really didn't' want to leave it behind. The animal didn't ask to be stuck here on this planet. It had been a pet, part of someone's family. The little feline meowed and she hesitated. The pelican arrived and she was surprised that the cat didn't run away. It sat before her, only slouched down a bit so that the jet exhaust didn't blow her off the box she was sitting on. She hesitated for a moment before she reached over, picking up the feline. She carried it to the pelican, ignoring the confused look she got from the other soldiers in the ship. There was silence until the rear hatch had closed and it was obvious that the cat would be coming with them. At that point, the soldier next to her broke out into a story about the cat he used to own. She looked down at the feline who had curled up in her lap and was attempting to fall asleep.

32. Jagged

She pulled the jagged piece of metal from her torso. It had impaled below her left breast, shattering the lower part of her chest armor. She cursed herself for not having moved faster. If she'd jumped off sooner, gotten away, she wouldn't be hurt like this. She'd underestimated the damage she'd done and the wraith had blown up in her face rather than when she was far enough away. Her hand moved to cover the wound as she tried to stop the bleeding. Damn wraiths.

33. Strange

She wasn't normal that was for sure, even for those of her company. It was strange, the gap between herself and the other soldiers. She could work all on her own, they depended on working in teams. She was the same age as most of the others, but she felt so much older. She could beat them all out in any weapon, any time. It felt odd being so separate from all of them yet going by the same name. Spartan had always felt like the right title for her, but the III at the end seemed to be more and more distant with each mission. Strangely, she felt more at ease around 52 and 117 than she had around any Spartan III.

34. Measure

She had made sure that everything was the right length. Her HUD had helped to be sure that everything was measured perfectly and she'd made sure the strength was perfect. Usually she would just slaughter them all rather than make such an elaborate trap. She sat and waited. The barks grew closer and closer and still she waited. There was a sudden cries as the grunts fell. She moved to the edge of the pitfall and stared down at the aliens as they tried to right themselves, crammed in the pit. Time to interrogate.

35. Ashes

As she looked at the partially glasses world around her words echoed in her head. Covered in ash, covered in glass, covered in all my friends, I still think of the bombs they built. It had been a song on a chip given to her by an ODST who she had chatted with…well more of had chatted at her. Oddly at this moment the song seemed to fit her situation. She brought up the playlist on her HUD, something she'd modified in the equipment, and played the song. She moved forward, humming along with the tune.

36. Leave

She'd packed up her things long before any of the other Spartan IIIs had been given instructions that they would be going anywhere. A pelican would be waiting for her to take her to the cruiser that was drifting beside the medical ship she was currently on. She thought of saying goodbye, of seeing the company one last time, maybe for the last time ever. She decided against it. There would be questions if she did. Why wasn't she going with a team? Why was it only here? Why were the rest of them still stuck on the ship? They were all questions she didn't have answers for, so she left in silence, without a word to anyone else.

37. Fit

She was always in top physical form. She did weight training, running, and anything else she could come up with to stay fit. Not that combat didn't do that for her but between battles, she was almost always in the gym. People didn't bother her while she was exercising. Though she found some soldiers liked to talk while running. It was when she found out that simply putting on some music, earbuds visible, made people leave her even more alone. It had led to a new issue, soldiers giving her music. As soon as a soldier would notice them they'd ask about what she was listening to, what music she liked, and if she'd heard of particular bands. It started a trend, soldier giving her data chips with libraries of music on them. Some of it was good, some of it was crap. At least all of it was free.

38. Elusive

She'd fought with herself for some time about what she considered herself. She wasn't sure exactly how right term for what she considered herself. She was more like the three she'd met so long ago then those she's trained with. She didn't feel like human was right. All the other soldiers were human, and she didn't feel like one of them. They were shorter, weaker then she was. It wasn't until an elite shouted at her in the battle field that she found the elusive title that fit. The ultra elite had screamed at the grunts and she'd grinned at the title. She was a demon. Yes, that would work.

39. Painstaking

Every part and mechanism has to be in working order or everything could go wrong. She was constantly doing repairs and upkeep on the metal bits. She took painstaking care of her arm. It was probably the only part of her that got regularly taken care of. The technicians had offered to do it, but she felt better if she was the one being sure that everything was in order. It wasn't that she didn't trust ONI…well maybe she didn't always, but there was something more trustable about a job that you did on your own. This way, she was sure that there were no screw ups, no missing part that would get her killed because her arm stopped working. Though she admitted it did seem a bit odd that she was often jabbing into her arm with a screwdriver.

40. Unfold

She sat at the edge of the bridge waiting as the metal plates expanded and unfolded. The warthog purred under her and she wished she had a gunner. Sure a hog could kill almost anything it ran into, but the little buggers were harder to hit then they looked, and the last thing she needed was her bumper being blasted off by plasma happy grunts. There was a loud clang as the bridge snapped into place and was secured. She perked up as she spotted a soldier on the other side. The soldier waved and she drove over. There were no words exchanged, he must have been on the same ship as her. The soldier climbed onto the back, manning the gun. She hit the gas and they bounced off over the landscape. Any gunner was better than none.

41. Wrap

She stared at the orange eel-like alien on her forearm. She'd never seen anything like it. Was this really what hunters were made of? Alone this little alien wasn't a match for her, but a hunter together was a different story. She marveled for a moment that these eels could work together to make such a destructive force. She shook her arm, trying to dislodge it, but it wouldn't budge .She grabbed it and tried to pull it off, but it held tight. She sighed, even alone these things were hard to get rid of.

42. Friend

The idea of having friends wasn't really familiar to her. Even of her team during training she wasn't exactly friends with them. She couldn't remember having any friends back on her planet. Was she just not someone that people wanted as a friend, or was it that she didn't put in enough effort? She'd always only been herself. Even the soldiers that talked to her didn't really seem to know her. They called her nicknames like monster or she-tank, the latter of which she hated. Still, none of them went out of the way to talk to her other then they wanted to say they'd talked to a Spartan. Those that did act friendly didn't stick around for long, or they were killed on the next mission. Maybe it was better she didn't have friends. If she was alone, all she had to worry about was herself, only her own safety. Still, at least one friend would be nice.

43. Swift

She was fast a lightening. She moved across the battle field like a swift wind, bringing death to her enemy. There wasn't even a chance for the grunts to react before she'd emptied all 15 shots into their skills, sending blood flying through the air like confetti. She put on one last burst of speed and dropped down, sliding just barely under the blulkhead doors before they sealed shut. She stood up and dusted herself off, looking around at the civilians that were gathered. They stared at her, eyes wide. She brushed it off and moved deeper into the shelter, looking for a radio to contact a ship above.

44. Seasons

She never really recognized the changing of the seasons. She'd go from planet to planet and she had no idea what season it was. Some the trees would be bare, but that might have only been due to Covenant burning all of them away. On reality the concept of a season was mute to someone that was traveling from planet to planet. Each one was at a different time of its year. Inside of her suit temperature didn't matter, and she could drudge through snow just as easily as walk across a muddy field. Summer, spring, winter, or fall, as long as there were Covenant to kill, it didn't matter to her.

45. Need

There weren't many things she needed. Shelter at night where she felt safe enough to sleep. Rations that could get her though a long fight without staring to death. She needed clean water like all other living things, though she could drink slightly dirty water in a pinch. She needed sleep, though sometimes that was harder to come by then she would like. Enemies lurking around always seemed to make it impossible to sleep. Last, she needed something to fight, anything. Covenant, insurrectionists, it didn't matter. As long as she had something to kill, she was happier than a child getting their first puppy.

46. Five

Strong, that was for sure. Friendly came to mind as soon as she talked to him. He was good to have as backup, that he had proven. With his turret he could lay down cover fire like it was a brick wall. Made her feel more comfortable to have him around to cut down the small fry while she went after the elites. Jorge was diffidently a good Five.

47. Four

She couldn't get past the carved skull on his helmet. It was, intriguing to her. Where had he gotten the idea? What was he hiding behind that visor? Why didn't he want to show his face when the rest of the team was so open to showing theirs? She couldn't blame him on the last part. She didn't feel comfortable showing her fact too often either. He was violent, which she approved of. She was going to like this Four, Emile.

48. Three

She had to admit he was weird. When sniping quiet was your greatest friend, yet he didn't get that. Although he was a brilliant sniper, the man didn't know when to shut up. She had to fight the urge to slap him when he wouldn't be quiet. Though maybe it was just annoying to her because she didn't really like words. Then again it might have been his voice. She didn't mind the others chatting, or when she heard them over the radio during a mission. Perhaps it was because he was up above, out of the action, and he didn't need to concentrate like she did. At least his chatty tendencies were less distracting then the death cries of soldiers. She'd have to get to this Three, the oddly short named Jun."

49. Two

She'd recognized the woman right away, though she hadn't been recognized by the woman. Odd how they could have spent so much time together during training, but somehow they 'd grown so far apart. Still, the woman was brilliant back there, and seemed to have only gotten better. She was surprised how far the woman had risen in the ranks. It had taken her this long to become a Lieutenant and here her old fellow trainee was now a Lieutenant Commander, the same rank as the man that had run their training. She was glad to have Kat back at her side, even if she was outranked. She was diffidently a good choice of a Two.

50. One

A leader if she ever saw one. She saw in him what she saw in the three so long ago. He stood tall and strong for his team, something she respected. He was close to the members of his team, understood them better then he sometimes let on. She envied the bond that she saw between him and Two. She'd never been that close with anyone in her life. He seemed to keep a distance from her, letting her get used to her new place before he attempted to find her place in his team. In the end it really was his team over all else, and she was just waiting to see if he'd accept her in. Truly Carter was a worthy One, and deserving of the Commander rank.