[ There was no reflexive impetus for John to correct him with 'Understood, sir' or some other pedantic adherence to protocol. Neither did John ever feel the need to throw his, considerable, weight around or kick down nor did he know exactly how long this character had been out of the UNSC. In fact, he knew nothing about him. If the armor was any indication, not very long...but they don't exactly let you keep it. And he was no SPARTAN. A IV, perhaps but they were as unpredictable and unknown even as they fell under the umbrella of SPARTAN.
The words Insurrectionist and AWOL floated in the back of his mind in tandem, but this wasn't the Outer Colonies. This wasn't anywhere. Even if it was with clenched teeth, John wanted to engender cooperation.
So he would let the exact nature of his injury slide - for now. It wasn't pressing to being stranded five centuries before that bullet found its target. ]
I want that SAW tight. [ John indicated to the light machine gun he came in with. ] And field strip it when you're inside this compound. In that armor, the only thing you have to worry about here is a cramped leg.
[ And, because it was only the most obvious question left. ]
no subject
The words Insurrectionist and AWOL floated in the back of his mind in tandem, but this wasn't the Outer Colonies. This wasn't anywhere. Even if it was with clenched teeth, John wanted to engender cooperation.
So he would let the exact nature of his injury slide - for now. It wasn't pressing to being stranded five centuries before that bullet found its target. ]
I want that SAW tight. [ John indicated to the light machine gun he came in with. ] And field strip it when you're inside this compound. In that armor, the only thing you have to worry about here is a cramped leg.
[ And, because it was only the most obvious question left. ]
Name?