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SPARTAN K-225 "Doc"

"Hold still, I promise it's only a small burn"

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a character in “Halo: Reclamation”, as played by PulseTrick

Description

Name: Spartan K-225 "Doc"

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Age: Classified Spartan-III
Sex: Male
* Rank: Brigadier General 3rd Grade
Birth Place:
Birth Date :June 19th
Current Residence: CLASSIFIED
Height: 213.6 cm (Seven feet)
Weight: 104.326 Kilos(230 pounds)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Spartan. Mesomorphic.
Blood Type: Type AB
Special Talents: Doc is registered and fully able to perform any medical technique in the field. Anything he needs he has in various pouches. Doc has saved many a life, and taken twice as much with his Bowie knife with the word "Scalpel" carved in it.

Personality

Personality: Jokey and witty. . Doc is a medic, so he will not hesitate to tell somebody to shut up while performing any medical technique in the field.
Quirks: Doc seems to yell at his targets whilst killing them, sometime invoking fear to them, and boosting morale in his allies. If he gets the chance to kill something with a knife, he can be heard through gritted teeth taunting the poor sap.
Likes: Discontinued Weapons, Medical supplies, his scalpel, dark places.
Dislikes: Having to give up weapons, explosions, covenant, people not laughing at his jokes(which he gets alot)

Equipment

Weapon(s) of Choice: Dual M7/Caseless Submachine Gun x2
Weapon(s) of Last Resort: A Bowie Knife with the word Scalpel carved into it. Kept on Chest protector
Weapon(s) avoided: Covenant weaponry
Has many small, basic medical A.I.’s (female programming) which he calls “The Little Nurses
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* Weapon/Training History: As any other Spartan-II, Doc trained, and trained, and trained, until it was decided that he would be Fire team Hephaestus's Spartan medic. Doc passed the final exam with flying colors, and was assigned an Operator helmet for the full-face vision range, and the headlights; perfect for his line of duty.

History

Biography: After being Kidnapped from his home planet of CLASSIFIED on the date of CLASSIFIED, SPARTAN K-225 abducted then trained just like any other Spartan-II; A scared child, injected with painful stimulants and subjected to choices no other child should have had to make. He quickly grew up making comrades as a means to survive, making sure to repay their friendship by keeping them safe in turn. He quickly learned along with the rest of the Spartans, that teamwork, and taking orders would be his way of life. Such actions led to a very quick study in training exercises, and being referred to extend into a medic role.

After being referred to a position as a medic from his selfless acts of saving a fellow trainee, Doc swiftly finished the course, and became one of the few Spartan-II medics. Doc was supplied with a series of A.I.’s that he and most of his technical crew refers to as “The Little Nurses”. They were designed to help identify injuries, examine chances of survivals and other relative statistics, and be his eyes and ears when he was otherwise pre-occupied. They are all sentient, and he sees himself as a fatherly figure to them, even though they still call refer to him as "The Doc". With these companions, he is almost unstoppable. Most Spartans would pick a shotgun, or a battle rifle along with a knife if they were left behind enemy lines. Doc would take his "Scalpel" A non-standard issue Bowie knife, and the Little Nurses.

He was eventually too be assigned to support Spartan Fire team Hephaestus; who attempted to investigate research station Rapture located in the CLASSIFIED system. Along the ride, he made a few friends, which kept him alive, as it was discovered that an elite Zealot strike team had raided the site for its database, which Fire team Hephaestus promptly deleted from all of its systems, including Doc’s military and personal records. He was court-marshaled later for such actions, but does not regret his decision of erasing his life growing up. After escaping in a pelican with a jerry-rigged pelican driven by a bleeding marine receiving medical attention from Doc himself, the remnants of the team landed on reach, a barren wasteland that had previously been glassed years prior.

Barely surviving, they were found a week later, and Doc would be deployed to protect a high-ranking ONI personnel along with Spartan-G-499. He would protect he charge was for years alongside Spartan G-499 "Mr. G", forming a brotherly bond with his partner, even being sent off to accomplish torch and burn missions with low success rates. Such times could not have lasted forever, as there was soon an assassination attempt on the high-ranking personnel he was protecting. Spartan G-499 decided that it would be in best action to close an airlock, trapping himself and a Nuclear Device with a battalion of Covenant; thus leaving Doc to fend off a hunter with nothing but his “Scalpel”, the little nurses, and a magnum with two magazines, too much to ask for.

The next day they found him and his charge, maintaining body heat inside the hunter’s corpse. As there was no longer any need to guard the personnel as she was then sent to earth. With nowhere left to go, he was subsequently then re-deployed to help in the effort for Unova Prime where he was reunited with an old sparring friend, SPARTAN-017. There is many a long hour that he hasn't spent in the medical bay of any ship, even going so far as to request medical supplies to take into the field.

So begins...

SPARTAN K-225 "Doc"'s Story

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Bentley hoisted himself up, walking into Covenant like that was a bit embarrassing. "Commence scan," he voiced out of interest. He had never had to opportunity to exam a live specimen up front like this. From what he could tell, these things were composed of worm like life forms in the shell. The metal allow was something he'd never seen before, but the part that most interested him was the plasma mechanism. "A mixture of tungsten and magnesium...trace amounts of lithium. All of which superheated and directed through nothing but magnets, the arrangement and composition is a more advanced array of a MAC." The degree of similarity between UNSC and Covenant technology was frightening.

The tool kit in his lab would be much better at stripping the equipment down. But as is, like earlier he'd have to rely on his nanites. a small piece...about a cubic inch was all he could cut off in terms of metal. As for stripping the cannon, it was impossible with his current lack of tools. At this point, the two Spartans caught his attention. Admittedly an impressive piece of work, but for the most part he'd done it better. Granted it was only in part by part experimentation but that was the limit of his concern...a full test wouldn't be containable. "Monkey...come here," time to get more active data on the bigger soldiers. A human nervous system wasn't too difficult to interfere with and standard UNSC gear did nothing to slow his nanites. Spartans on the other hand were a much harder course, being able to mess with the suit would take about ten days, nervous system could easily require a month. This was all dependent on how the machines interacted with the augmentations.

He checked his data base upon approach, the monkey would carry enough nanites for his to begin an in depth analysis of the suit. It was also through this that he might be able to later interfere with the suit's processes. With a nudge, his little trap went to interact with the soldiers. While he waited for his pet to begin a valid interaction, he read up on his files... while incredibly outdated he had some data on 017 and 225. When his pet finally touched a Spartan and began to play nice, he made his approach.

"I do hope, the Capuchin hasn't been a bother," he didn't need to attempt to sound friendly. Things that held some interest to him tended to make him a more agreeable person. "Ah yes, also I'd like a run back to my lab after we gain access to a vehicle. There's some tools I'd like to fetch, potentially items you lot would find interesting- oh and the Cole Protocol hasn't been enacted. A fully intact map to Earth and her colonies or two is free for the taking should the Covenant locate the facility." The last bit was only partially true but that wasn't overly important.

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It had been a wild entry into the atmosphere. Spartan K-225, known to many as "Doc", had been briefed only hours ago. He was to meet up with SPARTAN-017 (his old friend Linde), and search for a couple of marines. Sounded simple, but in truth he had always hated Drop pods. Better to let the ODST's accompanying him stick to those.
The worst part was landing on that thing. He had forgotten the name as was busy fighting off a few others with those ODST's that were now dead. They were warm blooded, and he had taken a few samples afterwards as well. It had been three hours, and the four that had survived the entry were now dead as well. He met up with Linde two hours later, and subsequently attempted to track a pack of beasts. It would be pretty simple on paper, if he had any. Shoot them and then they die, or stab them in the eye. Dodge an arm swing here and there, then climb onto the back, holding onto the spines. They had been about ten minutes behind one pack when they both had heard screams, and began running. He had taken point, but when they saw what was happening, they had broken formation. Charging forwards, he rolled, unloading countless rounds into one's chest, watching the guns recoil lead every next shot closer to the head. It stumbled, giving him to get onto its back, and from there he made an "incision", trying to find the brain. Linde seemed to be doing pretty good as well, He didn't have time to think of what might have happened to her, just that his altitude was declining due to the fact that he had killed his target. He jumped off, landed on his feet with a "THWOMP", and regrouped with Linde, who was busy talking to an ODST who was not dead after fighting those things. Finally! A change!
While he walked towards Linde and the ODST, he took a quick note of the bodies still breathing. Fourteen civilians and two marines were making there way to potential safety. He joined them, eventually getting to the bunker. He and Linde were taking first watch, and the ODST who he had met before came up to talk to them.
"So... tell me again how you two came to find us?"
"I got dropped in as your reinforcements with a squad of ODST's". He turned towards the man he had met earlier, his faceless helmet only staring at the soldier. "I had four left after landing, we fell into some sort of nest for those animals. After that we thought we were safe, and I fixed one guys leg up. He didn't need a transfusion, but he had type AB so..." He stopped that thought, that had nothing to do with the situation. "Anyways, we weren't safe, and the rest of them went down. I met up with Linde, and with two Spartans, we tracked yet another pack down, and found you right in the middle." He turned his head back to the area infront of him, watching for any beasts, covenent, or monkey. Monkey? A monkey had just walked up to him, then retreated to a man with a lab coat.
"I do hope, the Capuchin hasn't been a bother," A man, one of the civilians, had stepped in. "Ah yes, also I'd like a run back to my lab after we gain access to a vehicle. There's some tools I'd like to fetch, potentially items you lot would find interesting- oh and the Cole Protocol hasn't been enacted. A fully intact map to Earth and her colonies or two is free for the taking should the Covenant locate the facility." Funny, this deployment just kept getting better and better.
"Good luck then, this is planet is still a death trap. It would be better to just blow the thing up then."

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"Luck? You mean proper calculation, an easy feat when one knows the math." While important things like suit of direct neural interference were impossible at the time. Hell, Bentley wasn't even sure that it'd be possible; tapping into the running communications wasn't too hard. Much to his concern and suspicion, there were two Prowlers...ONI only seen in the Prowler Corps when something critical was going on. But even during Reach, only one Prowler was sent in...why were there two this time around?
Despite the questions that would naturally occur to a person privy to the function of ONI; Bentley refrained from asking them. Instead, he'd have to play the role of civilian for now...the politics could be handled later.

At any rate, he put on a face of more than a little irritation, "Boo you're boring." His natural personality couldn't be suppressed in this situation. The professional image of a scientist was gone, in its place was just a whiny,overgrown child. "It's bad enough my lab equipment for the past five years has been sub-par but now people expect me to accept a two year delay minimum." He was openly sulking in front of the crowd. Hopefully 017 would prove more interesting than 225...so far he didn't have much hope for brains in the soldier department though.

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John was satisfied in the explanation given to him by the SPARTAN known as "Doc". It was a nice nickname which would help him keep pace with the additions of new members to the group since he sometimes had trouble with names. The other one, Linde, was quite the little model if John did say so himself. Her armor hid most of her form, but it was fitting enough to get a good idea of what she looked like underneath it, body wise. Normally he wan't one to look, as he put duty before pleasure, but this time, he thought it wouldn't be a horrible idea to at least see what he had to work with as far as new allies were concerned.

Linde, in the meantime, listened to Doc tell the story of their meeting while she listened also to the scientist Bentley speak about his lab. There were some tactical advantages to going to get his gear, but some serious risks involved as well. Going through this forest with beasts roaming around which could tear the little scientist in half was not a wise idea, but if luck held out then there could be some good intel and equipment which might be salvaged from the site.

"... I'll take Bentley and the monkey to get his gear." She said, rather suddenly.

You sure about this Linde? I don't know about this guy... He's kind of... Creepy... Came the voice of Valkyrie, Linde's AI.

Linde ignored her AI for the moment and walked over to the scientist. She looked over at the monkey, who stared at her for a moment, and then looked back over towards Bentley.

"You ready to go?" She asked.

She looked over her shoulder towards the other SPARTAN.

"Doc, you stay and watch out for everyone while we're gone. I'll get this done as fast as I can and join up with you guys before nightfall. With any luck, this guy's gear will have something worthwhile to getting us off this planet." She said calmly.

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Bentley couldn't hide his surprise at 017's response. In fact his instinctively adjusted his glasses, trying to reaffirm that they were actually there."Y-Yes," he stuttered out; for the first time Bentley felt himself offset by another person despite having his usual social barriers in the way. He cleared his throat before he spoke again.

"What was ID code again...017?,"without thinking he found himself questioning his memory. "Whether some kind of sled or cart were involved, would carrying or dragging a piece of sensitive equipment fall within the scope of your operational parameters?" His demeanor was back to that of experimenter, what could be learned in this micro experiment would be interesting.Especially since he had about zero interaction time with the female specimen of his species. Still his first priority was his energy reactor, a project he started with ONI Sector 3 and ultimately would up dropped and sealed by Sector 0. Then again, most of his work was held by Sector Zero in ONI... something he found depressing.

He'd do his best to keep up with this SPARTAN in the trek to the lab, but his physical abilities were paltry at best in comparison to what one of these super soldiers. He felt himself adjusting his glasses again, hell, even Ricky the monkey was showing concern for his current behavior. "Though I feel the need to prove something of my capabilities at this moment, a slight matter of pride." He reached inside a hidden coat pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a small ceramic tile. He flipped it to his escort while elaborating.

"99.998% uncontaminated Boron Nitride, wurtzite crystalline molecular structure. Estimated Moh's hardeness of 24, for a note diamond is merely 10. Estimated to be able to withstand 185 giga pascals of pressure before denting, roughly the equivalent in one of the Rammeseum giant statues of Ramses as PSI. Hypothesized vaporization point of 3100 Celsius in Earth atmosphere, true values untested due to improper equipment after I managed to synthesize this." He didn't mention that the machine used for his creation of synthetics was also a casualty of creating that small black. If the material tested for even a portion of the estimated values, it'd be the greatest synthetic material man had made to date. The data needed to attempt making more was in one of the many drives he'd left behind in the lab. In truth, the piece he'd just handed away was more accident than experiment...once more a detail he'd keep to himself.

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She had told him to stay, so he decided to stay. It was a good idea as well, as a few people needed medical attention. He walked in, finding a marine trying to keep a civilian calm as he tried to tend to a gash. She was panicking, and the blood wasn't stopping, as her heart pumped faster, more blood would trickle, and she could bleed to death.

"Stand aside marine, this is my field." He gestured to the marine to move out of the way. Turning on his head lamp, and focusing the beam, he retrieved some supplies from the many pouches he had on his armor. "Ma'am, I know First aid and am a qualified field medic, can I help you?" She nodded her head as he finished retrieving his supplies. He only needed antibiotics, bandages, a sterile needle and thread, and painkillers, which were stored inside of syringes. "What do we got Nurses?" He called out to his many A.I. housed inside his brain.

"Infected laceration" one cried out.

"One centimeter deep" another followed, not leaving any gap.

"Standard procedure Doc, Estimated time window, one hour."

"Plenty of time then." He tried to get a good look at his patients face. It was getting progressively paler, but her eyes seemed to stare through his visor.

"Am I going to Die?" she feebly whispered, her voice so weak it was a surprise she even survived the trip.

"Another day, on a different planet, another time." He turned down, taking one of the syringes. He took her arm so gently, and injected the Painkiller. She lost some tension in her body. It was a strong Pain killer, meant for in-the-field debris extraction, like spiker spikes, or those strange pink crystals. He got to work, the nurses chanting out vital statistics and relaying play-by-plays.

He took out a plastic glove, first removing his gauntlet, then putting it on. "See, I'm human too." He tried to make light of the situation, and got a peek of a smile.
"Vital signs stable, forty-five minutes left."

He dabbed the tip of his finger onto some of the antibiotic gel. The patient retracted her leg, but he poked her leg with his pinky finger. "You don't feel anything though, it's a pretty strong painkiller." She nodded and stretched her leg out again, and he dabbed the gel inside of the cut, cleaning it out. After that he set the painkiller and antibiotic back into the correct pouch. "Feel free to not look at the next part." She turned her head as he started sowing the wound up, daintily puncturing, then binding it closed. When he finished, he put the needle back into it's container, and moved it to a different pouch. "You know I was stationed with this guy with a prosthetic leg named Jim once, never figured out what he called his other leg though." One of the nurses stared at him unhappily as he wrapped the leg up in bandages. He wouldn't have any empty ammo cases for the next part, but maybe the marine would.

"You got any used clips soldier?" He was still intent on the bandaging of the leg, and fished some scissors from yet another pouch. He hung it on his headlamp, then stuck his hand out. The rest of the civilians were now watching him operate, staring intently as he finished up. He took the empty clip, placed it onto the leg, and wrapped it as well to make a splint. He took his plastic glove off, turned off his headlight, and re-attached his gauntlet.

"Don't get hurt next time. I don't have anymore good jokes." He went to return to his post.

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John took a head count at the end of the day after all was said and done. Two SPARTANs, a scientist, an ODST, and a guy who had taken his roommate's ODST armor and worn it for protection. His little charade hadn't worked out on Linde very well, as she was able to pick out his little white lie without ever laying eyes on him. She seemed to have a knack for the little details which most others tended to miss. It was quite attractive actually. The other SPARTAN seemed nice enough, but was a little less talkative than Linde was.

Speaking of... He thought to himself.

Linde was laying out in the sun with her helmet sitting next to her and her long flowing dark brown hair cascading down from the debris she was laying on. It was quite a sight, to see such a beautiful woman wearing SPARTAN armor. John never thought he'd see the day where he saw a SPARTAN's face. Her skin was not as pale as he thought it might be, given her time spent inside. She was quite the sight for sore eyes, actually, and she had ben approached by some of the male civilians more than once about spending time with them and talking about random things which John felt were completely unnecessary and not useful to their situation.

As it turned out when Linde got back with Bentley and the other guy, Alexander, the equipment found was nice for Bentley's research, but not much more. Linde had thought that she could use a few things she found to make a radio to call out, but it was no use. They were stuck here on the planet for another three weeks minimum, with almost no ammo to protect themselves with anymore. The only ammunition they had, really, were the SPARTANs themselves, as they were weapons in their own right in a way that most other guns could never be. Still, John found himself missing that feeling of a full ammo clip in his guns. There really wasn't anything quite like a fully loaded weapon to make an ODST feel protected and useful.

Linde, on the other hand, was laying quietly in the sun and enjoying the feeling of it on her face. It had been a while since she was able to just lay outside and relax like this, so she was enjoying every minute of it. The others seemed to still have a slight sense of unease, but thankfully their time spent at this base was rather uneventful. Even the local wildlife had left them alone for quite some time, which was somewhat strange, but Linde decided not to question a blessing. Instead, she just continued to lay out under the sun.

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Bentley felt a tinge of curiosity towards what had been in the computers before him, but decided it was too dangerous to let sitting and too boring to take himself. With that in mind he simply reset the computer, taking pains to make all the old data unrecoverable. With that he returned to his reactor, and after a period of waiting instead found Linde at the door waiting for him.

All-in-all the return back to the group was uneventful, and the next couple days were even more boring. Though a currently "missing" civilian had confirmed that natural horizontal evolution was currently outside his ability to design. Seems more research on the gametic level genetics was required for that. But he could artificially replicate it between hosts provided they both were infused with nanites, that was something he found out three years ago. Currently, he was happily working away at his reactor, which was in its cart. Fortunately his pet had found the all terrain model other wise the thing would have to be discarded. He had just finished implementing an improvised version of the Covenants magnetic arrays, and it was just enough to push the machine past equivalency. He'd have to make a real one later, it'd be more efficient and maybe even more powerful than his current set. He'd also need an expert on gamma radiation if he wanted to really use the energy of his machine.

"HAHA! I DID IT!!!" Bentley hopped up and skipped around his machine a bit, hands clapping the entire time. "Just exceeded equivalency, WE GOT POWER!!!" His current method of halting gamma radiation involved a layer of a helium bose-einstein condensate followed by lead. The condensate is cold enough to slow the radiation down to that of a bicycle and thus stopped by the lead, the excess energy is then converted back into maintaining the condensate. Earlier an extra power source, similar to the fusion reactors on the SPARTAN's suits had served to make sure this could occur, since the reactor could now contain itself, this meant more power was available for use.

After his quick celebration, Jeff the monk tapped his shoulder, causing him to calm down. "Oh yeah, power source is useless without something to be powered." The monkey kept chattering, apparently not pleased with being misunderstood. "Tommy I don't speak Capuchin, so this really isn't getting us anywhere." With that the monkey stormed off, perhaps to find a new playmate, but a quick ping from his nanites got his attention, it was a notice saying that the best he could do to stop the SPARTANS was force the armor to lock for thirty seconds. "Seems like I may be stuck playing by the rules this time." Which gave him a bad premonition, he willingly tapped into the UNSC communications just to have a private chat with the soldiers.

The machines converted his thoughts into words on the channels, Is it me, or is something up? After all, the Covenant took this place and haven't glassed it. Nor have they to my knowledge begun to construct a shipyard...are they searching for something? The message was in a text format, encryption code was red. He'd just sacrificed any chance of him being a civilian, but something was just wrong. Two Prowlers, the fact the Covenant hadn't glassed the planet- heck even two SPARTANS that arrived on scene in such a timely manner, one of which with exceedingly high rank. Chance might exist, but so many chances at once usually meant that there was something going on behind the scenes.

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Doc was still hanging around in the bunker. He had helped a couple of civilians, fixing up a few scrapes and bruises, but now he was sitting on top of the concrete shell, scoping out the area where the others had left with an old Sniper rifle. He had seen them go in, and another ODST walk up, carrying some strange weapon, not legal on earth at least.
"Nurses, commence scan." His words where complied via a soft, feminine voice.
"Yes Doc!" The words Scanning popped up onto his HUD as a green line moved slowly upwards, tracing everything he could see. "Photo-identical scan complete, no registered structures sighted!"
"Run a thermal." This time a red line traced up, and plenty of silhouettes stood glowing for him to spy on. Many were small, probably rodents of some sort. Far, far to the west there were what could probably be the beasts they had encountered before, they weren't moving. Probably sleeping. He looked towards the path that lead to wherever Bentley's secret Laboratory was. He zoomed into the area, picking out Linde, the ODST, Bentley, and the happiest of the crew, the monkey. "Could we run a com line to Linde? We should probably start keeping more in touch" he remarked sarcastically. He had gotten pretty "close" with Linde during close-quarters training, an area were she passed him ever so slightly. He still remembered those days before he got assigned with Hepheastus team.
"Sending a line to her right now." He waited for the ping that accompanied the com line opening. It was a secure channel, protected by the Nurses and Valkyrie's vigilance.
The ping came, denoting that she could hear him. "How you doing red? Still keeping that quack safe?"

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Strange, Linde hadn't responded, even as she started running over to Bentley, who seemed to have a gun pointed at his face. Some other civilian was holding it up to him, and it appeared that they were in the middle of a conversation when Winter and Linde walked up to them. He moved his targeting reticle over her face, watching her body movements so that he could get her before she pulled the trigger.
"Nurses, could we try to boost the signal strength?"
"Their isn't enough power"
"Try lowering the firewall to the software, we're in the backwoods now." The humming of a comms system sent warmth through Doc's chest.
"Comms opened" A nurse informed him. "Channel is secured, beginning transmission"
"This is Spartan K-225 to Spartan 0-17, Linde, I have a bead drawn on this tango, just say when." He gritted his teeth as they waited for this newcomer to make her move.

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"Field Marshal Lihua Chin, head of the Office of Naval Intelligence." The answer came from the woman's mouth, a bit too soon...like she was anticipating the question. The reason behind her position was one quickly noticeable, she always seemed to keep a level head a couple steps ahead of everyone. Bentley couldn't suppress the chills that ran down his spine, after all he couldn't hear the messages from 225.

"Right so everyone is familiar with each other, can we stop with the gun pointing at me?" His voice was starting to get higher, by the end of the question he'd cracked an octave. Bentley couldn't conceal the fact that he was sweating either and would up nervously looking around, anything but look forward. Subconsciously, he kept trying to look small and hide behind something to no avail.

"Masters quit your whining, it's unsightly especially after working under me, your show of guts seconds ago and the manner of your disappearance." Lihua lectured her former subordinate," your little social phobias were always irritating. The gun will be put away AFTER I decide what to do with you, which first hinges on two questions. How did you, who were never able to walk just get up and leave your station. Secondly, why did you see fit to kill the staff on your way out- to finish your illegal experiments?" Lihua had grown openly more angry as she had continued to speak, there was even a snarl on her face at the end.

Bentley mentally noted that she technically asked three questions but remained silent. His voice wasn't entirely his to control at the moment.

(OOC: getting what seems to be an old sore point out of the way. Feel free to use Lihua as you please, just think strict, slightly conceited for personality with a level head, secretive and secretive tendency.)

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"Stand down Doc." Linde said to the other SPARTAN over the comms on a one way channel before flipping back to her regular channel.

Linde watched the exchange between Bentley and this new appearance, Field Marshall Lihua Chin, and she rolled her eyes inside her helmet as she came forward and stepped in between them. With her left hand she grabbed the barrel of the gun the Field Marshall was holding, and with her right hand she gently pushed Bentley back a few steps. Her left hand gripped the gun solidly, with a single squeeze putting enough pressure on it to clamp it shut so that it could not fire.

"I don't know what your history is with Bentley, and right now I could really care less. There will be no pointing of live and loaded weapons at anyone here under my watch. Do you understand me?" She said, her voice strong and cold towards the Field Marshall.

The expression from Lihua was priceless, though Linde had a feeling she'd pay for it later.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with SPARTAN. I could have you stripped of your rank and thrown out of the UNSC like garbage for speaking to me in such an insubordinate manner!"

Linde nodded to her.

"Possibly, but I wouldn't hold out much hope on that if I were you. But for now, so long as you're another survivor on this planet you're going to follow my orders as right now you're an unarmed civilian. Your rank in ONI means nothing to me right now, and my sole objective is to protect the lives of those who still live after the Covenant's attack..." She paused for a moment as she tilted her head to the side.

"Speaking of which, how did you survive the attack Field Marshall? I had Valkyrie pull up the recorded files on the names of everyone who legally came to and from the Colony Genesis over the last full year and your name is nowhere to be found. Valkyrie also pulled your personal file and it's a huge blank... So, Field Marshall. Would you care to explain yourself? Or should I assume the worst and just restrain you now and hold you until we get off this rock and let my true superiors decide what to do with you?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

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He was glad that no lives had to be taken. Doc zoomed out of the conflict, relying on Linde's mic to pick up the conversation. Instead of watching it himself, he decided to survey the area around him. To his disgust, there was a brute Prowler patrol some five or seven clicks away. He thought about telling Linde, but decided that he would take a few potshots instead. He zoomed in, trying to get a good shot on the pilot. once again he drained some of his shields to zoom in a bit more. He had a good lock on the pilots head. He took a breath and pulled the trigger. The pilot flew out of his seat, causing it to crash into the other one. With the subsequent explosion, Doc got back on the line to Linde.
"Hey, there was a brute patrol some five or seven clicks aways from here." He chuckled, proud that he had stopped a minor unpleasantly. "Emphasis on was, three clips left in this old sniper rifle I found about an hour ago. You should finish up business though, we don't know who's coming after you guys."

(short yes but I think that it was good that somebody posted.)

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"Hey, there was a brute patrol some five or seven clicks aways from here." He chuckled, proud that he had stopped a minor unpleasantly. "Emphasis on was, three clips left in this old sniper rifle I found about an hour ago. You should finish up business though, we don't know who's coming after you guys."

Linde picked it up on her comms, and took a moment to have Valkyrie scan the area. The Field Marshall obviously didn't like Linde very much and had more on her mind as she decided to stop talking to the SPARTAN and turned her attention back to Bentley. She didn't say anything, but she gave him a deadly look as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for Linde to finish her little conversation.

"Good work." She said quietly.

Linde took a moment more to listen to her environment and she took a few steps towards he two as she began to take on a slightly more protective stance.

Sure enough, Linde suddenly turned herself around and put her arms around both of them and pushed them together in front of her body as a plasma bolt struck her in the back, thrashing her shields and causing them to flash and glitch momentarily as she then gave the two a light shove in the direction of the base.

"Get out of here!" She yelled as she pulled out her shotgun and turned to face the direction of where the shot came from while diving behind a tree.

Linde needed to wait for her shields to recharge or she would be taking great risks where she didn't need to. The plasma bolt which struck her was light, but it packed enough of a punch energy wise to offset her shields enough to glitch it for a few moments. Valkyrie managed to help fix her shields after a few seconds, and Linde peeked out to see where the shots came from. She found a spot through the trees where another shot came from, but another one came from another location as well off to her right and struck her knee. The shields mitigated the damage, though she still felt the sting of it hitting her in a small gap between her armor as she tucked herself into a ball and rolled away to a more protected spot. She waited a few seconds before coming out from her spot and running towards the area where the shots were fired. She dodged a few more rounds as she dove into the depths of the tree line and found the shooter, a Covenant Jackal. Linde shot him in the head nearly point blank range, and his lifeless, headless body fell to the ground as she began a sprint towards where the other shots were fired. She found the shooter and took him down too, but found no others in her area.

"... This is Linde for Doc, I found two Covenant Jackals who attempted to take myself, Bentley and the Field Marshall out. I managed to take them out, but be on the lookout for more Covenant forces. I don't think your taking out those Brute squads did anything except give away your position with the bullet trails." She stated, rather flatly.

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"... This is Linde for Doc, I found two Covenant Jackals who attempted to take myself, Bentley and the Field Marshall out. I managed to take them out, but be on the lookout for more Covenant forces. I don't think your taking out those Brute squads did anything except give away your position with the bullet trails."

"All my hard work for nothing? Great," He joked "just the ego-boost I needed Linde. Anyway we should get the civilians out of here? Does this old fort have a hangar? That would be useful." He attached the rifle to his back, and took up his two SMG's from a crate he had set them onto.

He jogged down the stairs, and ran to the nearest terminal. He unplugged the chip in the back of his head, the one that held all of the nurses, and inserted it into the terminal. The projector displayed a nurse, who, after bowing, asked him very politely,
"Yes Doc, what is it?"
"I need you to do a scan of the base, prioritize hangars, garages, anything that could hold a vehicle." He really wanted something to be there, so that they could Evac the civilians. That was the entire point of hime coming here. He wasn't very sure about Linde though.
"Yes Doc."

(Kumori, just PM me if I get the go-ahead for this or not.)

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There was an undeniable satisfaction in seeing his old superior getting humiliated by Linde; even more so when Lin actually threw a tantrum about it. Afterwards, Linde was oddly silent but from her head he guessed she was talking with 225 over their comm links. As she began to walk towards himself and Lin, Linde took a change in posture...even taking a plasma bolt for them.

"Get out of here!" The command had been preceded by a light shove, after which Linde engaged the attackers. The now formerly livid Field Marshal had to problem tucking tail and running in response to the situation. Though Bentley managed to go no further than where Linde had pushed him. It wasn't so much a wish to stay as an inability to leave, Linde had been nearly on top of them when the plasma hit her. While her shields flared, he had received technical complaints of his own. The magnetic field that held Covenant plasma weapons together generates a minor EMP upon bursting, usually it's too small to interfere with electronics. Case and point UNSC comm lines still worked under Covenant fire.But in his case, extremely sensitive electronics functioned as the nervous system for about half his body and they'd been temporarily overloaded. The fire fight had been quick, though to him it felt longer than just about anything he'd ever experienced before. After all, for the first time in five years he was unable to walk again...the signals weren't able to get to his legs.

Of course, the Field Marshal was long gone. But Bentley was still face down in the brush Linde had pushed them towards. Common sense dictated he should call out in this type of situation, fear said there could be more shooters. Fear was the louder of the two and as such Bentley could only grit his teeth and crawl as the timer until his legs rebooted was over.

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Linde walked up to Doc just as he was onto a lead in his little perimeter scan.
"If those Covenant forces saw which direction your bullets came from, they'll be on this place very quickly very soon. If we can't find a way to protect these survivors from an attack and soon, we'll have to risk moving them. John has a map, but who knows how reliable it is now that the planet has been attacked. There's no knowledge on which facilities are still in tact or ready to support human habitation... Any thoughts?"

Doc was too busy scanning through files and firewalls. Finally, he replied with an answer to all of their problems.

"Well, there is this little hangar I just found with a Pelican in it. You run any refreshers on that piloting course lately?" He turned to her, the light catching her visor in a way that he could just make out her face. His visor was black, a precaution so that nobody would see his, and he liked it that way. His arm went out to pull the chip from the interface, "If you're not up to it, then fine, sit in the back seat and tell me all about your little tea party with the bigwig," he plucked out the small silicon wafer, inserting into the module on the back of his helmet. "Either way, follow me, we got to get those civilians out of here."

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(s'all good Kumo, just got a nutty Bentley to shut up and then get back into whatever new groove we got going and everything will be right as rain.)

Bentley did his best in protest when Linde picked him off the ground. " Put me down, it's no big deal. Besides what about Monkey, or the reactor. I'll be able to walk in a couple minutes...JUST PUT ME DOWN!!!" Sadly it would appear that his input was of minimal importance at this point in time. By the time she put him down, the machines in his legs had long since restored functionality. She ducked inside the nearby structure to talk to her fellow Spartan...great more military intelligence at work. At any rate, he quickly felt the need to reassert his presence in the mix...being ignored rubbed him the wrong way. Though it would appear the Spartans had finished their prep talk by then and had a concrete direction they wished to travel.

"OI Spartans, the hell're are you lot doing," Bentley felt he couldn't be the only one this rowdy. "You touch down out of nowhere, save our asses- no complaint there. But ever since we've just been going through various goose chases, sure I caused just about all of them. But what's the plan this time?" Upon a passive examination of his behavior, Bentley noted that he'd become more irritable and slightly less reserved in absence of his Capuchin.

"It's not just to put us on some salvaged piece of UNSC junk-ware and hi-tail it off planet is it? I mean if so, I'm ditching here. The Covenant are acting funnier than usual, the spooks are flat out of control...don't you think it's the least bit odd?" At this point other civilians began trying to silence him, preferring the quick option out. Some of them even went to blows to keep him quiet, at which point Bentley felt a bit of his snap. He forced his way back, fortunately with just a cut lip. "For fucks- nanites commence experiment control: subjects 11 and 4." Time had been pretty wonky, it was doubtful that anyone had bothered counting the number of days...or was it weeks. At any rate, civilization was more memory than fact and he'd been forced to play his trump card early. At his words two of the civilians locked in place, his nanites had currently cut of voluntary muscle control. The other people also noticed this, and stopped through either fear or caution.

"Now you lot can leave, but personally I'm more interested in what's going on here. The two statues can start moving again as soon as you're out of my way." He'd long since switched to addressing the crowd, hell he'd all but ignored the soldiers after the civilians began to attempt to shut him up. Since the nanomachines ran off his bio network, he didn't need to worry about AI interference. The two were incompatible and unable to talk to each other...the advantage was his machines could just sit and eat up space in an AI processor. It was here Bentley made his mistake, he'd been so focused on how the machines would stop him...he'd forgotten about the people inside the suits.

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"Now you lot can leave, but personally I'm more interested in what's going on here. The two statues can start moving again as soon as you're out of my way." Bentley had proclaimed.

John had been silent for quite a while, but this was not something he could tolerate as he approached Bentley.

"And just what do you think will happen to you if you ditch this group, huh?" He demanded.

"You're going to get spotted by Covenant forces or killed by the beasts that roam this planet. If you leave, Bentley, you're dead. No, we're sticking together whether you like it or not. If we find a way off this rock, you're coming with us if I have to knock you out and drag you back."

Elsewhere, Linde had been staring at the two men from behind her visor and was shaking her head.

"You two need to both shut up and listen for a few minutes because Bentley, I'm tired of your blabbing and John, you just need to calm down." She said as she broke away and walked over to them.

"I agree with John that we're all staying together, but this isn't the way to go about it. Arguing will solve nothing. Yes, there is strange activity all over this planet, but we're not equipped to go about exploring and finding out why. Doc and I may be SPARTANs, but without arms and ammunition there is only so much we can do to protect you from the beasts that roam this planet and the Covenant. Bentley, you need to get a grip on your enthusiasm to study this mess and realize that if we don't get off this rock safely, we'll never get the chance to understand what happened because we'll all end up dead."

She took a moment to nod her head towards John, indicating that he should go sit down somewhere to which he begrudgingly decided to do.

"Now Bentley, you have your reasons for wanting to understand what's going on here. I can understand that. But without the necessary equipment and preparations, there's little to nothing we'd be able to accomplish from here. Getting off world is our best bet for now, so keep quiet and let Doc and I figure out how to get us out of here if you please." She said, a hint of warning in her tone of voice.

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Bentley had just frozen two civilians in place, and Linde wasn't very happy about it. Between her outbursts of logic and diplomatic reasoning, Doc started to walk towards the two still people. Her threw one over his shoulder, and the other under his arm. It was a beautiful speech she had made, especially on the spot. The politeness in the end really solidified it to him. Way to go Linde.

"Bentley, I'll see you are put in jail for this. Trying to out smart a Spartan. HAH, that'll be the day." He turned to Linde, his comment giving him just a bit of bravado. "There is that Pelican we can get to. Would you mind shutting up the good doctor?" Doc started to walk in the general direction of the hangar, the path being displayed by a blue line on his HUD.

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"Very well 017, I shall comply for the time being. But I shall set off for my own agenda when the time arises." Bentley relented to the logic of the female Spartan. But then 225 made a comment that he couldn't ignore.

"225, I suggest you make use of the organ between your ears. You were outsmarted the moment my escape from my lab received Spartan assistance. Learn the difference between a feint and victory, it's required for any game of strategy." His response was smug and after that he said nothing. Whether the Spartans would figure out his statement or not was irrelevant. The goal now was to get to said Pelican and leave the planet. He made no hint to mask his impatience while the hiking commenced. It might be due to his changing psyche, but he found himself beginning to like the ODST. Maybe monkey had been a mental shackle, there to keep him from truly performing experiments. The thought was of course absurd musings but he wasn't aware of the large gap in his reasoning.