Finally! I got this chapter done. Sorry about the wait but this part was really kicking my arse. I was not particularly fond of writing this one but at least's it's done. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4: More Answers Lead to More Questions

The Reds had stared at the white wolf for at least five minutes without a word, not unlike that of the Blues from before. As much as she probably should, Ammy chose not to look into the minds of these "Reds". She would rather have them reveal their personalities the old fashioned way. Not only did she find the mental probing somewhat rude, the goddess figured that the information she took in from their insane minds to be too much even for her. There were plenty of colorful characters that she had met back home, but these people were far and beyond when it came to idiocy. This time, she was the one who broke the awkward silence.

"Am I that much of a surprise to you people?"

"Someone tell me I'm hallucinating," Simmons said. "I did not just hear a woman's voice in my head."

Ammy growled quietly. "Yes, you are. And you have not answered my question."

"I knew it!" Sarge cried. "This could only be a trap made by our worst enemy! First the Blues get a vicious dog and now they got it to talk." He looked down and shook his helmet. "Damn you Blues and your sneaky schemes!"

Amaterasu could only sigh. It seems that these Reds are not much different from the Blues. She could hardly wait to learn of their personalities...

"I for one welcome our telepathic lupine overlord!" Donut chimed.

"Shut up, Donut," said Simmons. "Wolves can't have telepathy!"

"They said that wolves can't magically grow trees either." He pointed at the tree which stood high and proud, showing no sign of damage from the jeep it destroyed. Oddly, it seemed greener than it was before.

Amaterasu turned to hear a voice shout out, "Hey Ammy, hold up!" Tucker was approaching them with Caboose and Church following. Tucker ran up to the Reds, breathing heavily. "...Wait, don't hurt them. I can explain."

"Explain what?" Simmons asked. "Explain why I'm hearing a voice in my head that my mind believes belongs to a white wolf? Don't worry, it's already been explained as a hallucination."

"What? No, it's not a hallucination, she's real! But, she won't hurt anyone. She's with us."

Sarge quietly growled and mumbled, "See?"

"You know her?" Donut asked.

"Not really. We were going to until you idiots showed up."

When Caboose and Church finally caught up with them, Caboose said, "Wow! That was awesome! Did you do that, Ammy?"

"The mutt didn't do anything except drive everyone but me insane." Church muttered. She could not help but growl slightly at that. Is what she had essentially performed a miracle not good enough for him? If only she could somehow communicate with him; she would be more than happy to humble him.

Simmons spoke up. "'Ammy?' What kind of name is that for a wolf?"

"That's what I said until I found out it was much easier to say than Amaterwhatever." Tucker replied.

The wolf perked her ears at that. She did not take kindly to that rather pathetic attempt at saying her name. Still she sat there listening to them bickering amongst themselves, hoping that it would stop soon. It would not be desirable for the goddess to show even more of her powers just yet. Any more miracles may invoke a rather aggressive response from these people. She had to find out more about this world and its ways if she is to find a solution to this mess.

"Now let's not go insulting pretty ladies with superpowers..." Caboose said.

"I'm not insulting her, Caboose," Tucker replied. "I just think she could've had a better name."

Sarge finally stepped in. He had something to figure out and he had to know now. "Alright, Blues. What is it that you're planning? Tryin' to recruit the animal kingdom to your wicked Blue ways?!"

Church looked at him surprised for hundredth time. "What?! The mutt just got here! It's not my fault that a dumb dog kicked your asses."

"Who kicked what now!? You want to settle this Bluebot!?"

"Are you kidding," Tucker interjected. "How are you gonna settle anything if we have the wolf with supernatural powers?! What do you have against that?"

Amaterasu's jaw hung in shock. Their idiocy and arrogance was shocking even to a god like her. What has happened to these people? She knew that they have been here for some time. Alone. Is this what years of isolation could do to two groups of people?

She expressed her thoughts purely and simply, "What is wrong with you people…?"

"Hey! Can it, Bluedog!" Sarge told her. The quick and aggressive response caused her to bare her teeth a bit. "We're in the middle of a standoff! The fate of the galaxy rests at this very moment!"

"What?" She shook her lupine head. How could these two groups of morons hold the fate of the world? These people could hardly hold themselves together as far as she knew. Suddenly, a scream took everyone's attention from her and they all looked to the source of the sound. At a canyon wall was a cave; the one Ammy and Caboose left. Sarge asked, "What was that?"

What answered him was a rumble, possibly from an explosion. Another cry was heard. It was that of an older man that the Reds recognized.

"Was that Grif?" Simmons asked. It was. Grif was seen running out of the cave in great panic and shooting wildly at whatever may be inside. Not looking at where he was going, he tripped on a rock and fell on his back. The men could see some creatures flying out of the cave. Everyone recognized the small and numerous creatures as bats. Sarge chuckled. He knew of Grif's irrational fear of the flying rodents. He was even more satisfied after hearing him scream at them as Grif shot at them.

"Goddamn bats! Shoo! SHOO!"

Neither his screams nor his bullets deterred them. The dozens of bats flew around him and their combined chirping and squeaking made an overwhelming wail of noise. It was not until the wolf, followed by the Reds and Blues, ran over to him that they flew off and disappeared out of the canyon. She approached Grif's still form. He was alive but in shock.

Simmons was first human to arrive. He stood over his fellow Red. "Hey Grif, are you okay?"

"Don't answer him, Grif!" Sarge interrupted. "I don't want to hear that you're still alive. At least give me the decency to make me think you're dead!"

The wolf squeezed her way between the two Reds, standing over Grif. She looked the orange-clad man, noticing that he was somewhat chubbier than the others. She did not really want to but she stared through the visor and into the man's soul. That slight mental nudge at the stagnant and filthy brain shook him out of his fear-induced shock as he shot his head up and screamed like a little girl. Ammy stepped off of him and Grif suddenly…sneezed.

It was a sneeze loud enough to scare birds and other creatures from half a mile away. Grif looked around to see his fellow Reds and something he did not want to see. Upon seeing the white wolf, he screamed. "AHH! Get that dog away from me!"

"Grif! You're alive!" Donut said cheefully.

When he heard that, Sarge mumbled to himself. For him, it was another wasted opportunity. He was hoping that he could at least see the wolf feast upon Grif's body. It would have been the best day he would ever witness. Unknown to him, Amaterasu knew of these thoughts but she said nothing.

Donut offered Grif his hand. He took it and was now on his feet. "I see you made some friends."

"Friends!? Those weren't friends. Those were bats!"

"Grif," Simmons said, recalling a similar experience involving Grif's phobia and a dark cave. "Bats are two-pound flying rats. What could they possibly do to hurt you?"

"I don't like bats!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Amaterasu. "More than I don't like dogs like that!"

"She's not a dog, dude. She's a wolf." Tucker pointed out.

"That's what I said!" Simmons said; glad to hear that someone else around here knew what a freaking wolf looked like.

"And even if she was a dog and not a wolf, how can you not like her?" Tucker looked to Ammy, who was trying hard not to show her impatience. "Everything she's done so far is awesome."

Ammy gave an almost human sigh. It was not of annoyance but of relief. What Tucker had said was the closest thing to praise she had gotten from them since she arrived here. Hell, it was the closest thing to any sort of compliment or respectful courtesy she had received that did not come from Caboose. Maybe she could trust these people. There may still be hope for her, and them. However, she knew that was a big "maybe".

In contrast, Grif showed no such enthusiasm. "I'm allergic!" He blurted out.

"Allergic?!" Simmons exclaimed. "You're wearing full body armor with fully functioning air filters!"

"I don't want to take any chances!"

"When did you ever want to?"

Ammy had enough. She already lost count of how many times they argued in front of her acting as if she were not there. With a huff, she yelled out, "Enough! Please! This arguing is getting you people nowhere!"

Grif turned to face the wolf. For some odd reason, he was not at all surprised by her telepathic abilities. "What are you supposed to be? My mom?"

Glaring at him, she quietly growled, "In a manner of speaking."

"What the hell does that mean?!" Tucker asked. "Who the hell are you?"

The wolf said nothing for a moment. Then she spoke with a confident and noble voice that rang out and resonated within all the minds present. "I am Okami Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun and the savior of Nippon and I expect to be treated with a little respect."

Upon hearing that, all the humans present were silent. During all this time, Church had been listening to everyone talking to someone he obviously cannot hear. It was very difficult for him to accept it, but he knew that there was something going on. Unless there was some messed up disease that coincided with the wolf's arrival, there really was no other explanation. Nearly everything about the mutt was weird: talking to people through telepathy, magically growing trees, and those intelligent eyes. Especially the eyes. Church was more than freaked out by that pair of charcoal black eyes. They looked so unnatural yet there seemed to be certain calmness to them and it scared the hell out of him.

Church soon noticed that everyone was silent for more than three seconds. That was unusual. Well, more unusual than usual. "What happened? Everyone's quiet. What did the fucking mutt say?" He could not believe that he just asked that.

"If I heard her right, she just said that she was a god." Tucker answered who was equally shocked and confused.

Church answered with a quiet "What?" Now he was really confused. Sure, Tucker could have been making it up or possibly misinterpreting but that was unlikely. Church was sure that Tucker would never stoop that low but still… a god? Really? How could this flea-ridden mutt be a god? The Blue was willing to admit that the wolf was at least strange. Okay, it was very strange since it came here. Everything about it was strange but despite the newly grown tree, the freaky eyes, and the unheard voices that everyone else can hear; he could not believe that this wolf was a god. That would just be too insane and Church was not the only one who felt this way.

"Yeah, right!" Simmons blurted out. "If you're Amaterasu, then I'm Thor." He pointed to Sarge. "And this is my friend Jesus." Then he pointed to Grif. "And this is my other friend Buddha."

"What?"

"WHAT?! Why am I the Buddha?!"

When he snapped out of his moment of confusion, Tucker asked, "Wait, you know something about her?"

"Amaterasu is the name of the sun god in Japanese mythology," Simmons answered. "She serves not only as the goddess of the sun, but of the universe as well."

When they heard this little revelation, everyone had different thoughts on it. This dog is a god of the sun? Of the universe?! Church now felt that he was hurled into the loony bin, realizing that this whole thing has gotten much worse than he would like. Tucker did not believe it either, but Caboose was excited about it. Then again, Caboose will get excited about anything. On the Red side, the exception in the disbelief department was Donut, who merely thought it was another name for Mother Nature as he fell to his knees again before a light kick from Sarge brought him back up. As for Amaterasu herself, she was pleasantly surprised that someone here knew of her and the gods but was somewhat saddened by the way he referred to her as a myth. It did not surprise her much, but it felt as if another hope was yanked away.

"Simmons," Grif said. "I've said it before but I'll say it again: You're gonna die a fucking nerd."

"Hey! It's good to be knowledgeable of other cultures. It goes a long way."

"Watching anime eight hours a day doesn't count as understanding another culture."

"How do you know that? You can learn a lot from them, you know."

Ammy growled again, putting down her front paw for emphasis. "That's enough! Just shut up, all of you! I don't know what is wrong with you people but from now on you listen to me."

"Hey!" said Grif. "You can't tell us what to do!"

She gave an angry snarl. "Yes. I can."

"Really? How about you make us?" Saying those words, which is unusual for him to begin with, was probably one of the biggest mistakes he had made for a long time. In a sudden flash of white, the wolf was upon him and Grif found himself staring into pitch black eyes and a set of white fangs mere inches away from piercing his neck. He yelled out in surprise and fear.

"Oh no, Grif!" Simmons cried out as he raised his battle rifle at her.

"Don't fire, Simmons." Sarge said. "I'm sure Grif has this all under control. Hehe…"

"Ammy! What the hell are you doing?!" Tucker yelled as his hand unconsciously reached for his sword…no, not that kind of sword.

"Ah, let her eat him," Church said. "It might make things a little saner around here for once."

Sarge looked at Church and chuckled. "I'd never thought I'd say it but I like the way you think, Blue."

"See!" Caboose said. "This is what happens when you make a wolf with the magic flaming Frisbee really angry. You should apologize!"

Church turned to him, wondering out loud, "A magic flaming wha-? You've got to get some medication or something for that twisted head of yours, man."

Staring up at the wolf that had pinned him to the ground, Grif managed to stutter, "O-okay! Okay! I get it! I take that back! Just let me go!" She gave another growl before stepping off of him. As Grif tried to sit up, Amaterasu angrily stared at him, "I would never harm a human unless I have no choice, but you should know that I do not take such disrespect lightly."

Sarge grumbled. This was the second time that he was led to believe that Grif's demise was imminent and it did not happen. He began to think that Fate must be playing with him.

With a sigh, Ammy focused her attention on the others who watched her warily. She sensed the great confusion and disbelief in their minds. All except Church had their various thoughts on her presence here and it seemed it would take a bit more to convince them. As for Church, she was not sure. The goddess still could not figure him out. All she felt was that he was nothing but an empty shell, but he clearly is not. Perhaps he is some sort of creature that she is simply not aware of but as curious as she was of the rude man, Amaterasu still had the others to deal with. She would have to tread carefully with these people if she had a chance of making it out of this. Sitting down on her haunches, she addressed them. "I understand that you may be confused about me and where I come from."

"That's an understatement," Tucker replied and the others gave similar thoughts.

"I see. Then I will explain myself." She glanced at the Reds. "Hopefully without any interruptions from anyone who is trying to kill me for no reason."

The wolf heard one of them whistling casually, though she could not figure out whom nor did she care. It was understandable why these people were suspicious of her. After knowing for certain that these people were calm enough to at least hear her, she decided to tell her story. Amaterasu hoped that they would at least try to understand.

She doubted it.

Deep within the wreck of the mysterious spacecraft, Doctor Miles and five other people laid their eyes upon the massive chamber that they were in. The men who came through here before thought that this was not the control room but was some sort of hall or shrine as evidenced by the tall and impressive statues that lined the room's grey walls. Most were knocked over and heavily damaged or destroyed. The ones that were more or less intact depicted winged humanoids that stood three times as high as the men who saw them. Their smooth stone faces looked so human it was uncanny. They wore elegant robes that flowed down to their pedestals, each surrounded by engraved lines that encircled and spread outwards in various directions. Whatever beauty that this room may have had, it no longer had much of it left, though the sheer scale and architectural design was still impressive despite the damage.

"It's just as I thought," Miles said. "It's definitely not Forerunner. The architecture and interior design doesn't match up."

One marine pointed at one of the sculptures, "Hey, Doc. Look at that one." She turned to see what the man was pointing at. There was one stone figure that stood alone that seemed to take precedence over the others. It was a woman that stood tall and majestic and whose head was raised slightly above the others. When she approached the statue, Miles took note of its facial features and gentle complexion. Its almond-shaped eyes, small nose and mouth, and long hair looked quite familiar to her. It took the one marine to say what she was thinking.

"It looks a lot like you."

"The resemblance is striking," she replied, keeping her gaze on the face of the enormous figure feeling as if it were staring back. It did look an awful lot like her except for the fact that it wore a robe instead of civilian attire. The resemblance was not just striking; it was eerie and she felt uneasy. Deciding to keep the peculiar statue off her mind, Miles raised her hand over a smaller pedestal that was in front of it. A holographic screen came to life as strange symbols and logos appeared in front of her and she pulled her hand back in surprise. Sergeant Kane walked up to her with a suspicious look. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"I did not expect that to happen. Really."

He looked at her for a moment, staring into her dark brown eyes with his own. Taking a breath, he said, "I believe you." She merely nodded and was about to reach for the device when the Marine stopped her. "But that does not mean I should trust you." The scientist said nothing and took a closer look at the screen in front of them. There was no sign of a projector and they soon realized that it was made of hard light, similar to what the Forerunners used. The walls of text were unfamiliar, though there were some pictograms frequently appearing that looked like foxes, dogs, and other creatures in a style reminiscent of the ancient Nazca lines. This certainly added to the strangeness of the situation.

Miles took out a laptop she brought and opened it. She turned it on and a tiny spark of light flashed into existence. Everyone then heard a male voice from it. "Good evening, Doctor Miles. How may I be of assistance?" The Marines were surprised by the British voice as Miles casually replied, "Hello, Mel. I need you to hack into this system and see if there's anything useful."

"Of course, ma'am." The light flickered out of existence and Miles proceeded to connect her laptop to the alien device.

"What the hell was that?" a marine known as John Reynard asked.

"It's a micro-AI," Kane answered. Micro-AI's. They were the next step in the evolution of artificial intelligence. Unlike their shipboard cousins, these things were designed to be portable as they can be powered by a laptop rather than a fusion reactor the size of a house but because they are so small, they do not have nearly the same processing power. However, they were still capable of doing things the human brain cannot.

After a few moments, she asked the sergeant, "What's going with you and Hiroto? You don't seem to like him."

He raised an eyebrow. "It's not that I like him or don't like him," he replied. "I'm just suspicious of him. He's a spook. I can understand what Naval Intelligence had done for humanity in the war, but some the things they've done are questionable at best." He paused, taking a quick look around the large chamber and his men walking around in it. "And it's not him I'm worried about. It's that Freelancer I'm more concerned with."

"Washington? What's wrong with him? He seemed like a nice guy."

"They did something to him. I don't know exactly what it was but it made him go nuts. I'm not sure that he has fully recovered from that."

"Doesn't war drive people insane all the time?"

"That is different. Whatever the Freelancer program did to those people makes me feel uneasy."

Suddenly, a light caught their attention and the two looked to see that floating ball of light again. "Doctor Miles. I have managed to retrieve some information that may be of interest to you." A long string of text appeared on the laptop. Miles examined the contents, thinking about the translated words and Kane had no idea what he was looking at.

"Interesting," she said. "If this is translated correctly, this ship was constructed by a civilization called the Moon Tribe."

"Dumb name," Reynard muttered. Ignoring the leatherneck, Miles continued. "According to this, this 'Moon Tribe' built this ship that they called an 'Ark' as some sort of transport or freighter and-"

"AGH, FUCK!" The sudden yell and a metallic clang took their attention and they saw that Reynard had dropped his rifle and he was clutching his hand. Some of the other marines ran up to him, asking what was wrong. "Something got into my nails, man! Damn, it hurts like hell!"

"Let me see," a marine corporal said. Reynard threw his gloves off and held up his right hand in the sunlight. He and the others saw nothing. His fingernails were cleanly trimmed and had no sign of injury or damage. The scowl on the private's face showed otherwise. "I don't see shit, private."

"I'm telling ya, there's something there!"

Kane turned around and said, "You might want to get that checked by a medic, just to be safe."

"I'd take that advice if I were you," said a voice from behind them. Everyone turned to see Agent Washington strolling into the room. "Doctor Miles, I have been ordered to escort you back to the command center."

"For what?" she asked.

"You will be briefed when you get there."

Miles did not have a choice here. With a nod, she grabbed her equipment and was led out of the room with Washington and the others followed.

"What about Reynard?" a marine asked.

"There's a medic on the compound that would be able to check him out," Washington answered.

"Which one?" Reynard asked.

"Some guy named DuFresne. I'm sure he'll be able to deal with it."

As they walked out, Kane took one quick glance at the large statue, thinking about the uncanny resemblance to the scientist and wondered aloud, "Something doesn't feel right."

When she first entered the main building, Ellen Miles noticed how bland the interior design looked. Granted, this entire compound was not even here until yesterday but one would think that someone would lighten up on the dull metal grey. It only takes a few minutes just to add a movie poster. Wait. Why was she thinking about interior decorating at a time like this? She was being called back from what may be the greatest discovery of her career and here she was worrying about the color of the walls. As she was escorted by Agent Washington, they turned and entered a door that lead to a room with a few other men. They were looking at a computer screen when she and the Freelancer came in. One of them was the familiar face of Yori Hiroto who turned to face her.

"Ah, Miles. Glad to see that you've come so soon."

"It's not like I've had much of a choice," she replied. "Being escorted across a military installation without being told why doesn't really give me a chance to go sight seeing."

Yori gave no sign of amusement. "Before we get started, I feel inclined to ask that if there is any valuable information you have in regards to this incident, I strongly suggest you tell us." Ellen opened her mouth in shock and then scoffed. She could not believe that she was (as subtle as it was) being accused of being a spy or something. This is the third time that she was looked at as a suspect in this whole thing. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she said. "And I don't know why everyone on this rock thinks I know something about that ship more than anyone else."

"It's not the ship I'm concerned about." He paused, eyeing Miles carefully. "What do you know about the survivor we found?"

She shrugged and crossed her arms. The only thing she knew was that it was a man who wore pink before Yori and his Freelancer buddy ran off without saying a word. It could have been a Teletubby stunt double for all she knew. "I know nothing about that."

"No? He certainly seems to know about you."

Miles raised an eyebrow. What was he talking about?

"In the last three hours that we've had him," he continued as he paced back and forth, waving with his arms with emphasis. "We tried every trick in the book to get him to talk. He never said a word. We weren't even sure if he can communicate with us at all." Yori stopped and gave her a cold glare. "That is, until he mentioned you by name."

She froze. Surely, this man could not be serious.

"And not only does this…person know about you; he insisted that he would talk to you and only you." He looked at one door in the room that had two armed marines standing guard. Miles assumed that the strange man she heard about is in there. Yori gave a nod to Washington and the Freelancer led her to the door. He put his hand on the knob but before he turned, Wash warned, "Just a word of advice. You might be a bit shocked by what you see. This guy's a bit…fruity." Miles only nodded and did not say a word.

When the man opened the door, she was surprised by what she saw. There were a lot of strange things the civilian scientist had seen during her service in the UNSC but the man in this small windowless room was among the strangest things she had seen yet. Sitting in the center of the room at a small table was the man in question with his head down. He wore some kind of exotic pink clothing that Miles knew as a Japanese kimono; however her attention was grabbed by the elegant and rather silly headdress that looked like an eagle's head. Long strands of what appeared to be hair flowed down from it, fluttering a little despite the fact that there was no wind. It was in complete contrast with the dull and utilitarian environment around him. It was almost comical. With her mouth agape, she turned to Wash who closed the door after he said, "Can't say I didn't warn you."

After a moment of deep thought, Miles sat down on a chair directly across from the man. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "You wanted to speak to me?" The man gave no response. He only continued to look down at the cold metal table. "Who are you?" Again, there was no reply. Miles sighed, wondering how well this was going to turn out. She was a scientist, not an interrogator.

There were a few long seconds of silence before the man quietly spoke, "I am Waka…the gods' gift to man…" The man finally raised his head, revealing a young and very human face. His blue eyes looked into Miles' own, as if looking into her very soul and it made her uneasy. "I see that you have settled here quite well, ma chérie."

Again, Miles' mouth was agape. She turned to a camera mounted on the wall, giving a "You've got to be kidding me" look. She imagined the reactions from Yori and the others who were certainly watching from the other side of the lens.

"You seem to know quite a bit about me," she said.

"Oui. You remind me so much of…Well, let's just say it's very possible that our paths have crossed before."

Miles leaned forward. "What is that supposed to mean? I've never met you before."

"Perhaps. Could you consider the possibility that it is you who has never met me?"

A great urge to shake her head came to mind. What is with this guy? That made no sense at all.

Waka quietly sighed. "I'm sure a very intelligent and clever woman like you would understand such things."

"I'm sure a woman like me would understand if the person she's talking to wasn't so vague."

"I'm sorry, but it is an unfortunate consequence of my…gift. You see, the future is never constant and predicting it could be very difficult when it comes to details." A confused look on her face answered him. "Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm a prophet."

When those words reached her ears, Miles would have fallen off her chair if she did not have the self-control to restrain her shock. This man was not just weird; he was completely nuts. She had no idea what to make of it. This guy wearing pink attire who claims to be a prophet would have been thrown into an insane asylum if he was not considered evidence. Miles retained her professional composure and asked, "Really?"

"Oui. And here's one I have just gotten: 'The sun that shines upon the roses and violets will guide you through the dark.' That is all I have to say, I'm afraid. It was nice to see you, Ellen Miles."

"What the hell does that mean?"

After the man gave no response, the door then opened and she turned to see Washington. "Miles. You need to get back in here."

"I'm a little busy, Washington."

Taking a breath, the Freelancer said, "Yori says it's important that you speak to him. Right now." Hesitantly, she complied. When she walked back into the other room, Yori was waiting.

"What the hell's going on?" Miles asked him.

"I do not think that you will be able to get anything from this man," Yori pointed at a monitor manned by two technicians. "Look at him, doctor. This is a man that has clearly been traumatized and his mind is less than reliable."

Unknown to him, Yori was not looking at where he was pointing and had little clue that the two young techies were looking at some very naughty photos. Miles did not know if she should laugh at that or not.

"I will admit that he's a bit…fruity," she said. "But he may be our only chance to figure this out."

"I doubt that," Washington said. "Unless you can make sense of all that about the sun and roses."

Yori nodded and turned to Miles. "You're free to go back the crash site and finish whatever work you need done." With that, she left without saying a word. Yori then heard snickering from behind him and he saw the two techs. He also saw what they were looking at and unfortunately for them, they did not notice that he noticed. Walking up from behind them, he said silently, "That is a very productive way to use UNSC equipment…"

The dirty images disappeared with one keystroke and two men just stared at their screens silently. Yori leaned forward and whispered into their ears, "I don't want to catch you two misusing sensitive military hardware again. Clear?"

"Clear, boss."

"Yes, sir."

He patted them both on the shoulder and left. With nervous and guilty looks, they turned around only to see Washington who then said, "You two really need to get girlfriends."

Like I said, not crazy at all about this one. The Blood Gulch segment was okay but the Crash Site segment with Miles and everything was not fun but that segment had to be included. I'm also having some concerns over how I'm going to depict Ammy without making her Mary-Sueish as well how I'm going to pull off the whole "Waka knows about Miles" thing. That it is not to say I'll give up. I intend to finish this story but I'm already seeing some potential issues but it may just be me. Anywho, I hope you have enjoyed this segment and as always I will see you in the next chapter. Bye-Bye!