A Return

[prettycoolguy]

The man sat at one of the mess hall tables, eating with one hand and tapping on the omnicomm on the table with the other. He wasn't just tall, he was big, broad across the shoulders and built like a tank underneath the plant suit. The pale skin of his neck and face was laced with scarring. He was entirely focused on what he was reading, brow furrowed slightly.

There were only a few people on the ship that might have recognized the Master Chief without his armor.

He had been asleep for a long time, that much was clear.

It was making things difficult.

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[poetrysoldier]

While Ashley never made it a point to go to the mess hall for any reason except for a patrol, today was different as she wasn't very much in a talking mood. As far as she knew, Shepard was back in the the pods. This made it the second Shepard from a world like hers to return to the pods, and she was not very happy about it. But there were people here she respected just as much such as Samus as she walked to one of the tables and spied a familair figure.

"Chief."

[prettycoolguy]

"Williams." He nodded. It was good to see a familiar face, albeit not one he'd known well.

[poetrysoldier]

"Getting back to the ship, sir? I'm guessing the AIs couldn't hold you for too long." Ashley was not often teasing someone who was technically her boss alias commanding officer.

[prettycoolguy]

"At least they picked a good time." He gestured slightly to the omnicomm.