Jack - S316

He's game.

- "That right there is one of th' last boxes of Earl Grey tea made by th' Harvest colony before it became......iced over. I figured you could use it."

He entered the room upon Davies response. As always Jack was in full battle rattle, but in his hands he seemed to have a small yellow colored box, of which he would put on the man's desk.

"You do a lot fer us, even if it don't seem like we notice, we do."

Gesturing to the box, he gives a nod. -

Of course.

Put a round through a chieftain or two for him while she's out there.

In [that] case.

Mission board's got no shortage of targets, it's a shooter's choice at this point.

If she wants some backup? Give 'em a call, it's been awhile since he was out in the field.

He was under that impression.

It is the room specifically made for that, after all.....

Unless someone was dumb enough to piss off ONI's grim reaper.

What-

Did she not mean throw hands as in fi-

...... The IVs have been using weird terminology again, haven't they?

A gentle knock upon the Logistical officers door.

Training decks open.

Up for a spar?

It had been months since Spartan-316 had been last recorded fighting the Banished on Zeta.

Assumed lost with the staggering amount of other personnel that had also been killed or taken in the Banished attack...... things would get interesting....

As his transponder just activated.

“We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must… we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty.”

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- With that he give's a nod, then walks out of the room.

"War doesn't leave much room for emotion, nor the unprepared."

Giving a nod, he lay's the stack of papers onto the poor logistical officers desk, in between them was a small metal flask emblazoned with the UNSC eagle, beneath were the words.

"Everyone has a part to play, all important."

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||Ayyyyy

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- fallen in battle, whom I would have been unable to save due to, say, not carrying enough biofoam canisters?

I understand your doing your job mister Davies, but let me put it to you like this.

Which is more cost efficient, giving a Spartan II the equipment they need to do their duty, that being several surplus tactical storage pouches.

Or the costs of covering the final rites and lost equipment of UNSC -

Plasma burns away cloth.

Five pouches.

I always try to pack extra.

Ammo, biofoam, grenades, MREs, been stuck behind enemy lines too many times not to.

You would not believe how many of these I go through.

Plasma weapons burn 'em off.

Ten requisition forms to fill out.

Two for munitions.
Two for plate replacements.
One for shield components.
And.....five for UNSC issue canvas pouches.

. . . . . . . .

He feigns offense, putting his free hand to his chestplate, then softly chuckles while shaking his head.

"Ouch."

He gave her hand another sift squeeze.

"I'll get y'sorted out, miss hyperlethal."

He playfully bumped into her side as they drew close to the ships messhall.

A smile tugs at his concealed lips, he returns the gesture in kind.

"Maybe so, I'm sure th' cook will get y'sorted. Though he may take a lil' convincin'....."

He trailed off and rubbed his thumb against her hand.

He just so happened to be on mess detail today, likely why they ran into each other.

Full suit of MK.IV and Titanium reinforced bones.

Shed do more harm to herself than him.

She's very javelin shaped.