#lucy-b091

Another amazing commission from @spicyboelives, this time featuring Halo characters rather Star Trek.

This commission features part of a scene referenced in Halo: Glasslands where Blue Team (among many others) is attending reception for Voi Memorial dedication ceremony. Three of Blue Team's eight members at the time, Tom-B292, Lucy-B091, and Linda-058, are depicted in their dress blues/blacks having a discussion after the main ceremony.

Today is her -507th birthday!

Lucy was orphaned when her home planet of Kholo was attacked by the Covenant. She was conscripted into the SPARTAN-III program and assigned to Beta company. She was rendered unable to speak for eight years after the traumatic loss of the rest of team Foxtrot, of which only she and Tom-B292 remain. During this period, she and Tom developed a private, complex sign language to communicate.

During the Onyx conflict, Lucy developed a friendship with a Huragok named Prone-to-Drift. She regained her voice to come to its aide when Dr. Halsey began agitating it with questions and demands, though she still speaks very little.

After assisting with the conflict on Gao, Lucy and Tom returned to Onyx to act a security for the researchers living there. She and Tom accepted the assignment, though it was more difficult for her due to her remaining resentment towards the Sangheili. Nevertheless, she did not let her reservations cloud her vision when the Keepers of the One Freedom attacked the shield world, and she assisted in driving back the assault.

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Uhhhh. What?

The Spartan II had only been out of his meeting for naught but thirty seconds before something else demanded his attention. He needed some rest, dammit! He needed time to prepare for the day to come, and he couldn’t do it on a mind that hasn’t had a break in three days. Tomorrow was just too damned important for anything to go wrong. The young Spartans were to undergo a rite of passage, the same that Alpha Company and even his own brothers and sisters in arms had gone through. For his own kind, the journey to true Spartanhood had been harrowing. One third of his class never returned from ONI’s flesh-forge. Another third had, but weren’t as lucky as Kurt and ilk. Their bodies were broken and twisted, leaving them with pain and suffering that would never heal with time.  The Alpha’s were fortunate. Fate had spared them of such a terrible fate, up until they met their end in another. It was not fate that killed Alpha, it was Kurt. He had not given them the resources nor time they needed. He had not sufficiently taught them to value each other as much as they valued themselves. For Kurt’s failures, they were picked off one by one. 

He would never let it happen again.

It was the tiny Beta’s hand that pulled him from thought, from fear. 

“Hmm?”

He turned to see none other than dear little b091. How she crept out of her squadbay, snuck past the DIs and ended up here was anyone’s guess. The Lieutenant was caught between frustration over her  blatant disregard for the rules she had been so carefully trained to follow and the pride he had in her for her skill in stealth.  “You’re supposed to be in bed.” Said Kurt. If only Jorge wasn’t asleep. He’d have handled something like this a bit better. 

At least he’d have someone to commiserate with, someone who knew how awkward it was attempting to be ‘normal’. Maybe he’d have more than one along for the ride, if her ‘brother’ had been granted the same privilege. 

Jorge was only half-dressed at this point. Finding clothes outside his techsuit and uniforms had been difficult. There were few unadulterated humans that shared his stature and build, none of human had his man-made gifts. The pants had been there hardest articles of clothing to procure. As he now wore them, they matched his height but were the slightest bit too tight. All he’d have to do was throw on an obligatory shirt. It wasn’t just any obligatory shirt he’d don. This one was grey, soft, and adorned with thin spruce trees, and more importantly, a gift. Jun had known better than to let his brother-in-arms go without casual clothing.

starter for @lucy-b091

Team TRGT decided to go out to a good diner that they heard about.  At the end of their meal, 3 out of the 4 boys of the group excused themselves to use the restroom leaving Trident alone, he sees someone cleaning their weapon out of the corner of his eyes.

Mae's eyes widened as the younger Spartan walked into the Medbay bleeding profusely. Pushing aside the surprise, the Spartan-II grabbed clean gauze and bandages while the rest of the medical personnel still gawked.