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No one seemed to care about Roy's shitty apology infact Aviza just walked off after giving them mild-drill smoke, oh well. The rest of the crowd seemed to mingle off, one of the Spartan's was practically drooling over the unggoy maybe it was comical like the Spartan secretly wanted to see the little fuck blow himself up or the more likely he was actually interested in the creature and wanted to be his friend. This wasen't the UNSC it was when Elna joined up, it was incredibely concerning to see Spartans so friendly towards the Covenant. Decades of genocide, forgotten. Mission, diplomacy or not - it was disturbing. Roy had probably had a better eyes on it, the woman wasen't trained for this kind of analysis and dissemenation merely so her duties revolved around protecting the egghead himself.

There's not much the woman could do, it was a daily reminder that she should of been an ODST. Maybe she woulden't be on such a shit detail, though her mind didn't flood to the fleeting thoughts of going toe to toe with an Elite Ultra or sticking a grenade to the weakspot of a Hunter but babysitting had given the seasoned woman alot to think about. Stuck in a thought provoking trance the room cleared out except for Roy as the others went to chit-chat or plan, it didn't concern the Corporal as she was just some pawn in the grand scheme of killing the brutes and URF. Sometimes, the mission escaped her as she was caught up in more trivial things.

Before going to ground, Elna cared for her BR and other gear - mostly the guns [pew pew] that she used that day minus the carbine. Making sure they were clean and lubricated for the future was important to her, later on she found some space to rack out in the bay they were in.

[color=0054a6] [i]"Stuck up team huh? I think the squids have less of a stick up their ass then the Spartan, not by much though."[/i][/color] She said airing out her helmet, the comment directed to the good PO.


Sometime later, when people cared.

The mammoth stopped and everyone got up, some of the PTSD ridden freaks got up with a 'jolt' though Elna didn't mind, worry or care. She moved with urgency, gear on, smile hidden under her helmet (or was it?) and weapon ready. Squid and Momma Spartan talked about ships, brutes. Who cared? Angry Spartan wanted to give orders to Big Momma, fire teams? Yes please, Unggoy Spartan wanted orders, he got what he asked for.

As for names? Elna forget, she wasen't tracking. It's not like the friendly Spartans had bothered to gotten to know them on the ship, they'd just gone to chow down with the squids. Oh well, maybe she'd learn them unless she got canned right here and now.

[color=0054a6]"[i]Everyday's a holiday.[/i]"[/color] She mulled as she dragged her sorry ass out of the mammoth with the spook master in tow, hopefully the wind woulden't induce another unauthorized retreat. Fingers crossed.
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