[b]Lance Corporal Lucy Holden
Anvil Station[/b]

"I heard Grunts eat people too. Gas-suckers are ugly under their masks. Can't look at 'em with a straight face. Creeps me out." Lucy said to Finnian. "Fuckin' A, never mind the Grunts and Jackals. I'd never thought we'd see Elites in a UNSC facility. Scary mother fuckers."

Lucy recalled her time during the Human-Covenant War. Her first skirmishes, the Siege of Paris IV, her assignment to the ODSTs which took her all over, the few stints she did undercover for ONI, the Battle of Earth, the Battle of Installation 05, her return and subsequent involvement in the strategic retreats in Voi, the Battle of Voi itself, and Operation Blind Faith. She'd seen a lot of Sangheili over her time, and many of those times were through her sights. Now, here they were, breaking bread with their former enemies. Brave new world.

Finnian's comment on Lucy's knife skills brought her back to reality. She may have been only a Lance Corporal, but she excelled heavily in martial arts and edged-weapon techniques. She'd taught many people over her career, and continued to do so. The Lieutenant would definitely be reminded of that, but it wouldn't be enough. Lucy was expecting for her Gunny to call her over any moment now and to tell her how she shouldn't be undermining the chain of command in front of the other marines, or some shit like that.

"The Ell Tee has to learn the hard way, like some people often do. I don't mind. I've been doing this longer than he has that's for sure. I spar constantly with other guys everywhere I go. Even with Spartans. I'm always trying to get better, though it doesn't help that the Spartans cheat with their reflexes."

Lucy eyed the two Sierras that joined a table with a Sangheili. She remembered her time working with Sierras. They weren't bad, but there was always a matter of pride when it came to it. So many marines and troopers were taking up on the Spartan-IV program. Lucy herself was even approached as a candidate. Her response then was the same as it would be the next time: 'Hell no, you guys are [i]really[/i] trying to get me killed now.'

She went back to her meal after brushing her hair away from her face. Her usual crimson red was now marked at the tips with black dye, indicative of her time when she thought she could live the rest of her life as a Flip Music vocalist. In the early days, she'd use the more temporary dyes to keep herself looking in regs for the unit, but now she had used the permanents as she never thought she'd be back as an ODST. It was so surreal. The UNSC had sent a few troopers backstage to inform her of her immediate recall to active duty right before her gig. It was rude, to say the least. She still played the gig, much to the chagrin of the recruiters.

Now everywhere she went, the cat was out of the bag. Lucy Holden was the underground vocalist Claire "Hellion" Spears of the cover band Mythic. She was thankful it wasn't a very famous band, but that didn't stop her from getting the odd autograph request or question from time to time. Now even more so with her hair dyed.