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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙾𝙽𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝' 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛.

𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚁𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝙼𝟽 𝚂𝙼𝙶 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚁-𝟻𝟻. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙾 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝. 𝚁𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚁𝚢𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎-𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝚅𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛. "𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛.



[hider=fart]The outcome of the simulation didn't matter, it would remain between the two for the rest of the time like some kind of blood pact. Running the sim together was fun, at least for the two of them. The rest of the team didn't seem to think the training was important, at least at the start. ONI never really mixed with Spartans and definitely with the split lips. It didn't matter though, people would come around, would they? Those were some on the things on Elna's mind while Roy on the other hand analyzed the situation. Wars are fought on the desk of politicians, as long as they are happy in the end that' all that matters. Though, for the rest of the soldiers on the battlefield, it was a different story. It was a matter of survival, you had to make decisions in and instant. After the call was made the two prepared in their own ways, gearing up and rendezvousing at the hangar.

Elna and Roy just nodded their heads on mass to the Major's orders, not like drones but they knew the schtick. Though they kept their chatter to a minimum they could chat back in the mess or when they were dead. Boarding the pelican was a small feat in the grand scheme of things to come. Though Roy didn't know much in terms of anything about who these Spartans particularly were he trusted that they would pull through on the mission, the man only carried a M7 SMG while his counterpart was suited to dive into hell with her BR-55. She kept it in between her legs, aiming to the sky as she eyed the PO before her gaze turned to the others before focusing back on her target. Roy just sat strapped in as they took off, remaining quiet as the Spartans barked to each other. Things didn't feel right.

The pelican went down as fast it was put up in the air, the two braced. Elna more confident in her ship crashing survival skills than the spook, though Ryker would be the one to double-check if they were secured or not. The landing was rough but not something they had not survived before. Elna was one of the few to exit the pelician, they didn't crash too badly but it was obvious they would be in hot water first. Vael spoke about passing off his carbine which Elna went over to beg for. "I could use that." She said holding her hand out for the weapon, Roy crawling out of the crash just soon after.[/hider][/center]