#eimaiaxiosx

[hardenxdsoldier]

;) -definitely not from Lasky.

‘‘Uh… sir?’‘ 

Chief shifted slightly. Lasky was doing something again that utterly confused him. Why was it always with Lasky of all people?

[bxttle-cry]

“With all due respect, Captain Lasky...”

The young Commander’s deft hands gently pushed the Naval officer back down onto his bunk, before slapping a switch on the wall to dim the lights. There was a stubborn glint to her eye; she had no intent of giving up the fight any time soon. Especially not with how exhausted the poor man was.

She could see that he was in need of help, whether he admitted it or not, and she would do everything under her power to see that he got that help.

“You might outrank me, but that will not stop me from ordering you to get some damn rest. A power nap is good, yes, but when you’re this tired, it won’t do you well. You need a solid three to five hours of uninterrupted sleep.”

The Spartan tucked Lasky under his blankets and took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest as she peered down at him. The look on her face said it all: I dare you to try and argue otherwise.

“Your ship is crewed by a group of confident, capable, trustworthy people. You care about them, and they care about you, in return. They won’t mind if you get some rest. Besides that, Roland will be more than happy to run the ship for a few hours. I know he’d agree with me that you need to sleep; he knows it better than you or I do, because he can read your vitals.”

She cocked her head to one side, a slow smirk curling up her lips.

“Besides, if it helps any, I can run a few errands for you while you’re sleeping like a baby. It’s of no trouble to me.”

@eimaiaxiosx​ || cont. from here

[ycvng-gcns]

Red lights strobed, emergency beacons blared.

The frigate rumbled beneath her boots, shifting in its course, avoiding danger. Whatever it was that was attacking them, it must have been a Covenant vessel. Else why would the ship’s personnel be darting all over the place, rushing to and fro, fighters being prepared with rapid efficiency before being launched into the inky blackness among the stars?

One of these personnel was a Spartan. Standing out among the crowd in sleek, steel grey MJOLNIR armour with a golden visor, the figure was calm in the midst of a storm. Although she, too, was also on the move; she needed a fighter squadron to link up, ASAP.

The first Naval fighter she came across, she grabbed them by the shoulder, gauntlet clamping around flesh gently, giving them a shake. A quick glance told her their name was T. Lasky; that was all she needed to know.

“Pilot Lasky, tell me you know how to operate a Longsword. Because I need a squadron covering my back.” Her voice was cool, despite the undercurrent of urgency running through it. And she most definitely sounded like she was brooking no argument, like she was someone giving an order.

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[hardenxdsoldier]

Hardened Soldier? More like you make me HARD, SOLDIER. (That was terrible I’m sorry.)

[omG]

Chief blinked underneath his helmet, unable to momentarily think. ‘’.....Sir?’’