Thorned Hammer

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When they reached Deck F, Marcus's squad passed several other familiar squads as they went to one if the unclaimed sim rooms. There were a few greetings and pleasantries exchanged, as well as cat calls, insults, and challenges, but nothing above the ordinary.
"Here, Casper you and Chad are first. Yeah I know you two are still pissed for some reason. Don't care to hear it tight now, go in there and work it out.". Kyle ordered when they reached the sim room, punching a series of numbers into the keypad on the wall to open the door. With grumbling discontent, the two clipped on their helmets and checked that the rest of their sim armour was in place before hoisting their weapons and trudging into the dark room. Sim armour was much lighter and painted white for easy identification, no where near the weight of actual strength of the suits they had been issued for ground combat.
"Give 'em a bit to get into the zone, then you and I will be the offense.". Kyle said quietly to Marcus, closing the door after the other two and leanng against the wall.
"Aye aye.". Marcus grinned, setting his helmet and gun aside before leaning back next to the taller man. By a bit, he knew Kyle meant at least 45 min. At that point the other two would be getting real jumpy.

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By now, Marcus had reuinted with his squad once showered and presentable. There was the usual smart ass banter for a short while before Kyle had them snap to attention and shape up. Soon he had them armed and headed to the rear Deck F where others from their deployment were gathering to practice sims.
"Vacation is over children, time to earn your pay and dress up like big boys.". He said briskly, leading the way through the twisting halls.
Marcus was ever amazed by Kyle's impossibly accurate sense of direction. Honestly it was like he never got lost! Lucky bastard.
For the moment he was distracted from his thoughts concerning Rin as they turned towards a more mechanical and soldierlike mentality. True it wasn't full blown combat, but Kyle was never easy on them in these Sims, and more then once they had walked away from them with bloody knucles, lips, fractures, and sometimes bullet wounds. Never fatal, but always hidden. Kyle was a bit of a monster, an efficient one though.

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"K, if you say so". Marcus said seriously, tightening his belt before getting to his feet. He wanted this to happen of course, but he didn't know this John guy,and had no idea how he would react to this. But then he had to remind himself that despite his desire to protect Rin, she was also pretty damn capable of protecting herself.

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"Only good thing about them.". Marcus grimaced in agreement after catching the clothes thrown his way. After a brief moment of admiring her in his clothes, he began tugging them on and into place.
" okay,". He said carefully after her last remark, watching her to see her emotional reaction. It was pretty easy for him to read her know, and he didn't doubt she could do the same to him.

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"No youre the taker of 'em,". He grumbled before realization seemed to hit him like a slap in the face. " on for fucks sake, Guys come on!" He swore, glaring at the half open door as he heard what could only be muffled snickering.
"Tried to stop them Specs, I swear!" Cackled Casper from outside. "They strong armed me into it!"
"Get lost!". Shouted the now irate Marcus who threw the nearest thing to hand, a boot, at the door with a loud clang.

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Marcus hummed sleepy, a lazy smile on his face before kissing her briefly. "I gotta get up, pretty sure I'm late.". He said reluctantly after a minute, pulling away to sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the cramped bunk. " where are my clothes...what did you do with them?"

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But oh so much fun!:D

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Tired as he was, Marcus grinned in response to her 'subtle' change in topic. "Randy aren't we?" He teased, before pulling Rin up for a proper kiss and tugging the small bunk curtain into place to obscure them from view.

Eventually the three other squad nates returned that night, a good Amount quieter then usual, and slunk into their bunks to sleep. The one Marcus and Rin occupied had gone quiet as the two gradually fell asleep tangled up in sheets and limbs. By the time they woke, the others were gone again barely leaving any trace of their ever having been there.
"Sleep ok?" Mumbled Marcus drowsily into Rin's hair after he was certain he was to awake to fall back asleep.

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Marcus shook his head, wrapping both arms around her now to pull her back against his chest. "Don't stress over it, I understand.". He sighed, testing his chin on her shoulder and watching the door tiredly. " sorry if I pushed you, can't help it.". He added, muffling a yawn against her shoulder.

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Tess looked back at him curiously, before straight ahead again as they neared the supply store. "After this? I figured the scrap and junk storage lockers. Best place to find pieces to repair your fighter or make stuff if you're a decent welder. Really just a ton of possibilities crammed in there."

"Nah, you just act like one more often then not. You're still always gonna be pink haired Rin to me. Back when you had it nice and long, remember? Maybe we should be started the whole purate thing back then before we got all these responsibilities and shit,". Rambled Marcus aimlessly, playing with her hair idly as he chatted away. It was nice pointless conversation, something he had been missing for months and months and it was all the better now with her.