John-117 (The Master Chief) (
prettycoolguy) wrote in
trans_92010-04-08 02:02 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
[open]
Everybody has to eat, even super serious Spartan-II's.
The Chief's in the mess hall, sitting by himself and working his way through a ration of tasteless nutrient mush while working on something on his omnicomm. The Chief's never been one to really take refuge in the sensoriums to make food taste better, he's gotten used to it and doesn't even think about it much.
He's not unaware of what's going on around him, but he has most of the comings and goings of the room basically tuned out.
This means someone should bother him, y/n?
The Chief's in the mess hall, sitting by himself and working his way through a ration of tasteless nutrient mush while working on something on his omnicomm. The Chief's never been one to really take refuge in the sensoriums to make food taste better, he's gotten used to it and doesn't even think about it much.
He's not unaware of what's going on around him, but he has most of the comings and goings of the room basically tuned out.
This means someone should bother him, y/n?
power armor buddies y/n? XD
Like the Chief, she ate the nutrient sludge because one had to, and when the decision was between the Sensoriums and eating alone, and the mess hall and likely finding company, she came down on the side of socializing over taste.
We can always use more power armor buddies! 8D
Mostly, he's just curious about why someone would want to talk to him. He's used to being skirted around. Being near seven feet tall and heavily scarred will do that.
o/\o
Neither his height nor his scarring bothered her. She'd spent her entire life around soldiers of one description or another, and big and battle-scarred came with the territory. Hell, her boyfriend was nine feet tall, so covered in scars the doctors had given up and made him into a cyborg, and he was the biggest pushover in the multiverse, at least where Deunan was concerned.
o/*\o
"It's probably in Heavy Weapons, if it's powered."
no subject
no subject
no subject
"A mech? Uh, is that like a landmate?" she asked, guessing at the term. If Deunan couldn't get her Guges, she was going to throw a hell of a sulk.
no subject
"Mostly it's size. How big is it?"
no subject
no subject
There's a niggling sensation in the back of his mind that he knew someone with a small mech, but something tells him it doesn't matter right now.
"If she will let something go for you, it'll be in your locker in W&P. She doesn't like giving us ready access to a lot of firepower with no reason, though."
For the first few months he was here, they had nothing but the podsuits, handguns, and a few rifles.
no subject
"The Garthim's more like what you're wearing, so that should be okay." It had better be, because otherwise Briareos was going to be dealing with one hell of a snit.
no subject
From his tone, he wouldn't put it past her. The Chief's gotten rather resigned to Stacy's inexplicable reasons for things. His job's just to get by through them and make sure everyone else does.
no subject
no subject
The Chief hasn't seen Cortana in a while. He's not too worried about her, but he does miss her.
no subject
no subject