"Yeesh, that's rough. Sounds like you need some kind of good luck charm, at the very least." She moved to sit down next to him, resting her hands in her lap. "Well, quick on recovery means less time being sidelined. Can't be too bad."

I'd like to say I make him proud. But hey, noone ever said I was sane.

Yeah. I figured I might as well make the old man proud, make something of myself, you know?

You could say that it runs in the family. Old man did it for forever.

"Sounds like a bad case of shit luck to me." She glanced over him, scanning over his injuries, somewhat wincing. "I can't imagine it does. Heard that it burns like nothing else."

That's a nice way of looking at it. A new purpose.

"What in the hells happened to you, trooper?"

I suppose that makes sense. Sometimes you just know, right?

Hell, if he's gonna get his ass beat, I want to watch. At least it'll be some kind of entertainment around here.

Dumbass. He'll certainly know better after this.

Whatever made you decide to take a step up, so to speak?

Oo-fuckin-rah Glad to see it, do you miss it at all after making the change?

Oh of course they'd try and challenge a Spartan. Hopefully they don't need to get dragged to the medbay for alcohol poisoning.

Must be sleeping in, then Shit definitely got wild last night.

Any other hell jumpers alive or am I the only one?

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ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴɴᴇʟ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ

" 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 ? "