[center][h2][color=green]Patrick Byrne[/color][/h2][/center]
	The UNSC [i]Infinity[/i]'s resident Irishman looked up from his coffee as the announcement went out, the presence of his fire-team being requested in the War Room.  He sighed audibly and grabbed his helmet, downing the rest of the cup and dropping it into a collection box for dishes that was nearby.  He slipped his helmet onto his head and waited for a moment, the seals around his neck hissing as they locked to the armor and the screens within providing him with a visual of the surroundings.  The infamous Recluse armor he wore technically didn't exist, meaning that all records regarding a Patrick Byrne were destroyed when he requisitioned the set.  For the capabilities granted by the suit, it was a worthy trade off, in his eyes at least.  The enigmatic Spartan left the mess hall with the nervous glances of marines and crewmen alike following him.

	A short elevator ride and a walk across the ship later, the lookout arrived in the War Room and took a seat towards the end of the large, metallic table in the center of the room.  It was a common piece of technology, able to display 3-dimensional maps of battlefields and give full interaction with the ship's AI.  He took a slight advantage in being the first one to the meeting location, deciding to chat up Roland to gather what information he could on the ship.  [color=green]"Roland, if you have a moment, could you tell me about the ship and her captain?  I wanna know if we're in good hands or not."[/color]  He sat rigid in his chair, years of being shot at demanding that he be ready to react to anything.

	[@Kurai Assassin]