LadyReclaimer's Luggage

"John was rather surprised by the pilot's vehemence as he wildly gestured in protest. He could see no cause for the man's annoyance, they were en route to the target and had to land to avoid anti aircraft artillery, a standard occurrence in a blow through op. Perhaps he lost oxygen when the landing jostled him in his harness. The weight of a military grade harness criss-crossing your chest was enough to take the wind out of anyone's sails. John leaned over to put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Breathe."

The pilot snapped back in annoyance at the Chief

"No you don't get to tell me what to do".

John's eyebrows raised behind his visor in surprise and amusement. The marine was tired and frustrated, he understood that, clearly he needed an emotional outlet. If there were a team to manage Chief would have had to put a lid on an emotional outburst like that. But he was alone. There was no harm in letting him vent.

The pilot was still going and John eventually tuned him out so that he could focus on the mission. "You DON'T get to tell me anyth...."

John listened to the sound of the thundering fire...three distinct cannons. Not too far apart...

The rising pitch of the pilot's tone and the pause made it clear he'd been asked a question. John closed his eyes and sighed, knowing there was no point in attempting to be polite here, he'd lost the train of the conversation.

"I count three anti- aircraft cannons." Chief stated.

"Three WHAT??"

John stole a look down at the man, and remembered what he had said about his family. His frustration was more than justified...it was just.

No one knew better than the Master Chief what it was to let down your family. He'd feared it all his life and in the end he had in many ways.

"You'll be safe here" John said.

He'd not let this man die before he could return to his family, he promised himself. Suddenly he felt the empty chip in his neural interface, a haunting ache, the absence of Cortana's icy presence burned him like fire.

It’s “not by blood”, they said. 

But I’ve shed and shared my own with you enough times to know that they’re wrong.

He couldn’t tell anyone about the voice; not now, not ever.

The last thing the weary Spartan needed was for everyone around him to question his sanity. He was already beyond tired of the way they looked at him now. Those who didn’t worship him like some sort of sacred cow stared with pity in their eyes. Of all the reactions to his presence, pity had to be the worst of them.

He didn’t need their pity, dammit!

He wasn’t some kicked dog or war-orphan. He wasn’t a thing to be pitied. He was a goddamned Spartan, maybe the best, but certainly the last of his kind. There were other Spartans, but they were not his brothers and sisters. With no word on his siblings’ whereabouts, he was left with only one dreadful conclusion.  They, too, were gone. It was up to him to carry their legacy on his worn and tired shoulders and, dammit, he would carry it as if it was the last thing he had to do.

He couldn’t tell anyone about the voice; not now, not ever.

The last thing the weary Spartan needed was for everyone around him to question his sanity. He was already beyond tired of the way they looked at him now. Those who didn’t worship him like some sort of sacred cow stared with pity in their eyes. Of all the reactions to his presence, pity had to be the worst of them.

He didn’t need their pity, dammit!

He wasn’t some kicked dog or war-orphan. He wasn’t a thing to be pitied. He was a goddamned Spartan, maybe the best, but certainly the last of his kind. There were other Spartans, but they were not his brothers and sisters. With no word on his siblings’ whereabouts, he was left with only one dreadful conclusion.  They, too, were gone. It was up to him to carry their legacy on his worn and tired shoulders and, dammit, he would carry it as if it was the last thing he had to do.

// a snippet for an au by myself and @poisonheadcrabsalesman

The battle was… in their favor. For once. Of course, Lasky did not consciously realize this, as he was lost to the world, coordinating a dozen lines of communication and signals between himself and his battle fleet. His mind’s eye was consumed by the battlefield, both on the sea and in the air, where aircraft raged against alien foes and the little research ships huddled within the Infinity’s massive hull.

Despite her size, he could still feel the crack of the cruisers’ guns. Anti-air, missiles, artillery, and the bone-grinding humming of MAC guns served as background noise as his mouth and body moved, apparently divorced from his mind. He could see it now.

He was watching it. Watching her.

Halo 4 | Halo Infinite

I SIMULTANEOUSLY want Newtana to live and will protect her with my life and also want Cortana to still be alive and restored.

it'll be easy, one chapter is an episode i said