On the one hand I agree, but on the other hand I don't. I mean, I definitely wish Denahi was in BB2, but I don't really consider it a criticism, because the reason he's absent is because his voice actor died only months after the first movie came out.

“What did she do that was so wrong?”

Few things could make Spartan-117′s blood run as cold as it did now. To think that such a simple question could cow one of the human race’s greatest guardians would have seemed foolish to any outsider. Yet that same Spartan’s heart practically skipped a beat the moment Joyeuse’s question hit the thin membranes of his eardrums.

What did she do that was so wrong?

The question echoed through his thoughts.

Why was his new partner not informed of it? It would have made more sense to give the construct a motive, a reason to fight. Protecting his old friend had once been one of John’s, but no longer. John silently wondered what Cortana was going to think of him when she saw him with, well, whatever Joy was.

Joy.

He’d even given it a pet name.

They’ll pair you with a new A.I., maybe even a new Cortana model if Halsey lets them.

The Master Chief just knew in his gut that their reunion was going to sting. Maybe she’ll remember what she’d said in the panicked haze of rampancy when she got her first look at her replacement.

No, not a replacement; a new partner.

Would Joyeuse even want to work with him once she knew about the circumstances that birthed their partnership? Would she, like nearly every other smart A.I. in existence eventually turn on him too? Imparting this knowledge to her could be dangerous. She could end up sympathizing with her elder and less sane sister.

Joy, too, could end up feeling betrayed.

The Master Chief cleared his dry throat, a meager attempt to try to put his complicated emotions to words. Those words eluded him yet again. He’d better hurry up and blurt whatever he was going to say out. His silence was likely beginning to look suspicious.

“It’s....it’s not..Look, you don’t need to worry about that. You’re safe now.” The Spartan-II managed to force out.

Na'vi aren't all the same shade of teal. Na'vi pigmentation works a lot like human pigmentation; the closer a population is to the equator, the darker they are. Equatorial/desert na'vi have been known to come in indigo or navy blue. Na'vi that live closer to the poles take on the hurt of glacial ice. It just so happens that clans like the Omatikaya are somewhere in the middle.

Same goes for body shape. There are thin na'vi, fat na'vi, short na'vi, tall na'vi, green eyed na'vi, golden eyed na'vi. What I'm day is , body diversity my dude (I mean humans aren't all lean athletes built like olympic swimmers, so why should na'vi be)

“Please don’t cry, little’un.”

The stubborn, spitfire of a girl; a bright, sharp-eyed cadet, jutted her chin. Folded her arms across her chest defiantly, stamping a foot against the ground. “I am not crying.” she stated firmly. But her words were accompanied by a soft sniffling sound. Clearly, she was not a very good liar.

“C’mon now, d’you really expect me to believe you there, B312?” Jorge dropped to a crouch, placing his hands on the cadet’s shoulders. “What’s going on, eh? You can talk to me. It can be a secret, just between you an’ me.”

The girl scowled up at him. “It does not matter if anyone else knows.” A huff. “I do not like bullies.” She rubbed at her cheek, which was beginning to swell with the beginnings of a bruise. “It served her right, to trip and fall in the creek. She was being so mean to me, and to Kat. So I thought… I thought that it would not matter if I tripped her, sent her sprawling. I was tired of her talk.”

Ah. She was dealing with bullying cadets. Jorge was used to that, after all. While he’d not much been on the receiving end himself, being too good-natured, and too large in frame, to be harassed by his peers. But there had been many a time where he’d broken up fights, either by stepping in as mediator, or by physically pulling the other kids away from one another. It was a hard life, making friends, and it would be for a long time… until the cadets formed coherent bonds.

Jorge wondered if there was more to the tale than the girl was letting on. “Did something else happen, hm? That shiner on your cheek doesn’t look like you tripped and fell in after her, kis farkas.” Little wolf.

He could see her fighting back a tiny smile at the nickname.

However, it faded quickly, and she shook her head. “No, I was too careful for that. But when she was up on her feet, she came at me, screaming, and punched me in the cheek. That was when Hunter kicked her back into the creek again, and we all fled.”

The old bear began to gently guide her towards the medbay, knowing it would be wise if he got a stim pack for her injury; he could only imagine the throbbing, aching wound. As he walked, he continued to speak to her, questioning what the reasoning behind her crying was.

“I am not upset, if that is what you are assuming.” B312 sounded miffed. “I am crying because my eyes watered when she hit me. It was a natural reaction.” The bruise was close to her eye socket. The other cadet must have been vicious, striking out with a vengeance.

“I’m glad to hear it, kis farkas.” Jorge ruffled the girl’s hair. “Now then, shall we go and work on your marksman rifle training after we get you patched up?”

Emile disregarded him, continuing to struggle. “I’m fine. Shit, man, can you get off’a me?” 

It was probably worse than he was letting on, but that wasn’t going to stop him struggling to escape Jorge’s grip.