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Doc had resorted to climbing through ventilation shafts after some rubble had blocked his way. He heard voices past the din of a heavily armored spartan banging around in aluminum ventricles.
After hearing a faint creaking the tube dropped, promptly leaving him to fall between a Spartan and a Marine. He had landed on his feet, turned his hi-beams off, stepped forward, then turned to face them.
"Hi," the mic in his helmet transferred the words into the other Spartans communication systems if they where on the same channel,
"I'm K-500, but you can just call me Doc. If we can get out of here I'll be your combat medic."
He put his hands on his hips, trying to size up the two other soldiers. They seemed good enough to try not to get hit.