[center][h1][color=gold]Kajina Yates[/color][/h1]
[I]Location: Anvil Station, Commissary. 
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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There were times in her career Yates considered applying for ODST training, yet at the end of the day, she preferred her time within the marines. The rivalry between the Helljumpers and Spartans remained infamous within the UNSC, a battle the ODST were losing. Once the Spartan IV program started, their first pool of recruits came from the helljumpers themselves. From the grape vine, those ODST not enlisted into the Spartan program remained bitter out of pride or envy. Compared to them, marine life was simple. Still, she’d prefer their training any day than be stuck in the same room with a Brute. 

Her attention turned to the cigar between Chur’R-Jev’s beak. [color=gold]“Have to admit, it is a funny sight to see. Do you Jackals have anything that compares?”[/color] Cigars and cigarettes were common amongst UNSC personnel to the point marines would smoke in the midst of the battlefield. While she tried smoking a few times, she could never find the appeal that her father did. It was a nasty habit he picked up before she was born. Locked away in his office was a stash of cigars collected all around Earth. Every family occasion, her uncles and cousins would shuffle out from his office with a cigar of their choice to try. Fortunately for Yates, she didn’t inherit her father’s love of tobacco. The way the smell adhered to every piece of furniture and clothing disgusted her. Unfortunately, despite their revolting nature, Mombassan cigars always reminded her of home.