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[OPEN] Downtime

Most of the people who used the Sensoriums fell into two categories: They either wanted to use the place to find some new and creative way to break themselves in half, or they used it to replicate their home in some kind escapist fantasy. Leon didn't fall into either one of those groups, which may explain why he didn't use the sensoriums much, if at all. He figured whatever they would face in the rest of the ship would find new and creative ways to try to break him into pieces, and as much as he missed home, he'd rather deal with the reality of the situation than pretend this wasn't happening.

He did, however, visit the media library fairly frequently. He didn't bother looking up too much information on himself, particularly after he became aware of Resident Evil. Nor did he look up information on others unless he absolutely needed to. But listening to some music and browsing through books and articles did help him relax. So did the game of Tetris he was able to download to his phone, but flipping through stuff was a bit more productive. At least then he might learn more about this ship, its purpose, the Ohm, and the mysterious Third Party.

In between Tetris breaks, anyway.

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"Doubtful. It's an elegantly simple piece of software. Not like there's much there to keep track of."

Though observing how she played the game was already proving to be illuminating.

She nodded. "I that's probably true. We'll find out, I suppose."

She'd already gotten far beyond the level he was at, and her eyes quickly follow the blocks, placing them effectively so that at least on line vanishes with every two or three blocks she places.

The kind of reflexes required for that certainly weren't in the realm of normal. At least normal for his world. Which begged the question...

"Where are you from?"

She kept going, still managing to keep ahead of the flow as the game dropped blocks faster and faster.

"Reach. A planet in the Epsilon Eridani System." Not that that'd mean anything to him...

Nothing specific, though 'not from earth' explained how she could keep up with the game at that level. At least she gave him an opening that allowed for a follow up.

"And what did you do there for a living?"

Well she's still completely human. She's just... more than human as well now. Attacking alien forces make you do that.

"Petty Officer Second Class of the United Nations Space Command Defense Forces, Navy." She gritted her teeth as the things started piling up faster than she seemed able to keep up.

UNSC? He's certainly heard those initials before, though not what they stood for. He was about to question her about it, when he noticed she was having trouble. He almost seemed quietly amused by that.

"I'm not distracting you, I hope."

Aaaaand she lost. The blocks touched the top and the game over message flashed in her face. She blinked and put the phone on the table, looking about as put out as a Spartan could. "Well, not anymore."

She just might have been grumbling.

"Happens to the best of us."

He picked his phone up so he wouldn't lose it and --holy fucking hell, it was going to take him forever to beat that score...

Anyway.

"So you're from the Master Chief's universe?"

"I suppose." She didn't seem placated though. She should have gone further, dammit.

She nodded at his question. "We were raised together."

That was definitely a surprise.

"Really? The Chief's never mentioned any family, though he is a rather private person..."

She shook her head slightly.

"Most people wouldn't know. We're not related, but we looked out for each other during SPARTAN training. Still do."

"I see." He nodded his head in understanding, though he was also processing this information in terms of tactical data. Not that he was plotting against the guy, but the Chief having someone who would be his right hand would be a major concern should a conflict arise.

Thankfully, they didn't have any ideas but to get off the ship and help as many of the others as they could at the same time. But Kelly would fight anyone to keep the Chief safe, and she'd probably follow him to hell and back if he felt so inclined.

"I didn't catch your name."

"You didn't ask." He seemed to be a little amused by that. No one ever asked him too many questions, for some reason.

Now, he could be a dick and make her ask, but, well... he wasn't a dick. Not really his style.

"Name's Leon, though."

"Touché." She'd probably just smack him if her was a dick to her. Kelly really isn't great with the whole 'patience' thing.

"How long've you been on the ship?"

Luckily his mother raised him well, lethal talents aside.

"Not long, only a couple of weeks at best. Considering I've never seen you around much before, I'm guessing you're part of the group that popped out while we were on the surface."

So his mother taught him to shoot zombies and kick their heads in? No wonder he has issues with women.

She nodded. "Sounds about right. You were on the mission with Chief?"

You do not want to mess with the women in his family. Or most of the other women he knows, really.

"Yeah, though we were assigned to different groups when we were on the surface."

It sounds like it. Though that might be more threatening if Kelly wasn't.. you know, Kelly.

She thought about that for a moment. "So what did you do before you landed here?" He rubs off as some sort of police officer, or some other type of enforcer.

She'd fit right in, really.

"Federal Agent, United States Strategic Command." Not that it would mean much to her, but he gave her the formal answer anyway.

She probably would.

That got a pause. "Haven't heard of the USSC in any of the history books. What role does it play?"

"Its existence is public knowledge, but we don't out of our way to grab attention.

"STRATCOM," he corrected her, as that was their preferred shorthand, "is a sub division of the US Department of Defense, specifically under the Joint Chiefs of Staff. The short version," since the long version made peoples eyes glaze over about ten sentences in, "is that it acts as a bridge between the military and civilian law enforcement agencies to monitor, investigate, and coordinate responses to various threats to US interests that originate in international waters, foreign soil, cyberspace, and outer space...

"...which I suppose means that I can call this whole thing a business trip."

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Sounded a lot like O.N.I. to be frank. Though O.N.I. didn't have such a pleasant sounding job description.

She shot him a crooked smirk. "My mistake." That got a nod from her. She probably would have listened attentively to the long version as well, but since he gave the short one. "Sounds like a very useful agency. I haven't heard of anything quite like it back in my homeworld."

"Do you think they'll allow you to claim expenses?" Haha. So funny ur jokez Kelly.

Its a bit more of a sense of humor than he's seen from the Chief, at least. The corner of his mouth did turn up into a grin at it.

"They better, especially since I'll need to pick up a whole new wardrobe." Leon pulled a bit at the plantsuit.

"I can't say that this is my style."

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