2408/Who's Space Is This Anyways

Who's Space Is This Anyways
Date of Scene:	08 June 2015
Location:	UNSC Base
Synopsis:	The Gray Team needs to blow off some steam, but it seems some knock offs have claimed the pad they want to spar on. Time to show them who is boss around here.
Cast of Characters:	38, 783, 806

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Jai-006 (806) has posed:
        [ UNSC BASE ]
    [ TRAINING FACILITY ]

Three Spartans walk down the hall, fully suited up from head to toe in their new Gen two MJONIR. All of them are deep gray in color with silver tented visors. They tower over the personal they walk by and catch a few off guard that are not use being in the presence of SPARTAN-IIs. It was funny that three years ago, maybe even a bit before then, such men and women were scene as machines. Not men and women inside of suits. Yet perhaps such legends could reside in those who don't know better; Or at least not who they were looking at.

Each step was in beat, each step was in perfect time. The one in the lead in the tallest in a Centurion armor, the one behind him the shortest, but still towering within the Recon, and the last shorter then the lead, but taller then the on in the middle was in an Engineer armor.

Once they arrived into the room, they stepped in and looked over the training center. The Centurion ran his fingers along the rail, as the silver tinted visor reflected the world around him. The one in the Recon only shifted their weight while crossing their arms over their chest. Their armor was hiding any defining definitions of their figure. Either by design or by choice of the one inside. The Engineer though glanced around the area, with an easy rotation on his heel and he was the first one to speak up, "Hey Jai," there was a mischievous sound in the man's voice. "Think we should give a work over to one of those knock offs?"

There was a mild sigh from the shortest with only a shake of their head, while the tallest looked over to the one who spoke. "May as well see what they tried to replace us with." The Centurion seems to agree and the one who sighed can only shake their head in mild dislike for this idea; But they do not protest verbally.

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
On one of the sparring squares was a pair of SPARTANs in Gen/2 armors, one an olive-and-black male Recruit and the other a female Warmaster. Though the Recruit was noticeably taller and bulkier, he moved no faster than his sparring partner and seemed to strike no harder either.

Then again, Jorge-052 wasn't exactly doing much more than crusing.

This was in no way a disrespect to the other SPARTAN. He's still adjusting to the Gen/2 and thus this is more a test of control than of power. Relearning the faintest of hand-signals, readjusting body-language tells both in conversation and in combat -- and at the moment, definitely the latter. There are no distinguishing marks or decals on his armor to identify him either, and he's purposefully kept the electronic identifiers offline. He gets enough stares when out of armor or even just his helm off.

The olive Recruit ducks under a high kick and shifts forwards, attempting to position his shoulder under her and toss her over his back towards the 'out of bounds' line behind him.

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    Jorge may have her on size and strength, but Noble Six has a few tricks up her own sleeve. There's a reason she's only the second SPARTAN to ever earn the Hyper Lethal Vector rating. His grab works and he throws her through the air, but she twists in midair and lands on her heel, just inside of the line.

    Shifting her weight forward enough to move away from the line, she spins on that heel to swing her other boot around and try to catch the larger SPARTAN in the side with a spinning kick. She hasn't taken notice of the new arrivals yet, or if she has, hasn't acknowledged them. Her focus has to be on the fight, trying to take the massive man off of his feet or get him over the line is no easy task, even for her.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
The two taller Gray Spartans make their move to where the two are sparing at, while the Engineer taps his index finger a few times on the rail, which clinks gently with each strike of metal on metal. The Recon simply just follows along with their hands at their side. Yet as Jai goes to step down on the training floor where those two are sparing at, the Recon takes a hold of his arm.

"Jai." The female voice says, with a hint of a Slavic accent. "ONI jus' questioned us and we jus' got back... I don't zink zis is ze best idea. It could be taken ze wrong way, besides..." She looks over at the two. "...Ze taller one..."

Jai stares at her in long silence with her reflection in his visor, but the other male speaks up as he hops down onto the training floor not missing a beat. "You worry to much, Adriana." He says with an easy sweep of his feet to turn and face his team mates. "They tried to copy us. Improve upon /us/." His voice takes a cold tone. "That is a bit insulting, don't you think? First the throw aways now," he hand motions to the taller guy. "The knock offs."

Adriana then looks back to Jai. "Jai?" She says his name in question this time. Looking to see what he has to say in his long moment of silence. If she had gotten through his thick skull or Mike's eagerness to make a point is still driving him. Jai though goes to step around Adriana, "It wont hurt us, Adriana. You are being paranoid and you know where that will get us. We may be home now, but that doesn't mean for us to get sloppy."

Adriana shakes her head. "Whatever, Jai. Mike," She points her index finger at him. "If zis becomes a mess, I'm skinning you later."

"Yeah yeah." Mike says with his hand to wave her off as he starts to circle around the training pad. Jai starts to go the other direction, while Adriana simply stands back a bit watching the two men circle like sharks waiting to interrupt this little match.

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Noble Six's kick lands squarely on Jorge-052's side, catching the larger SPARTAN in an exposed mid-turn to face her again. This knocks him off his feet in a spin of his own, gaining just a bit more air than distance, and he lands awkwardly flat on his back. Not quite at the out-of-bounds line at the other side of the mat, but close.

He plants his hands on the mat at the sides of his helm and kicks his feet up, drawing his knees to his chest, and kips up in one fluid motion. His arms lift in a defensive stance as if preparing for another strike, still focused on Noble Six, but he definitely doesn't miss the conversation being had by the trio of SPARTAN-IIs at one side of their mat. He doesn't need armor ID's to know them, recognition coming by voice alone.

He circles Noble Six around the edge of the mat, noticeably moving opposite to the two silver SPARTANs circling on the outside. Though his stance doesn't change, his fingers tremor and helm shifts in a variety of micro-signage unique to Noble Team. -Two hostiles. SPARTAN-II. Be ready to transition and engage.-

He doesn't initiate the next sparring lock-up -- he leaves that honor to Noble Six this time around.

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    It's hard to miss their approach and conversation. Knock offs? Copies? She's one of a kind, baby. She makes a quick motion with her left hand to Jorge as to which one she's going to initiate with, having pointed at Jai ever so subtly. Of course this means that Jorge is going to get to engage Mike.

    Jorge just doesn't know how he's going to get to engage Mike, as Noble Six moves in to grab Jorge, and using her knowledge of how to manipulate larger targets than herself, moves to throw him, only she's aiming him at Mike.

    No sooner has she let Jorge go than she's turning towards Jai, intent on taking him by surprise with a pre-emptive strike, moving to try to grapple him and take him off his feet with a quick leg sweep from the grapple. Trying to get into an advantageous position before he can react.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Jai observes the two closely, testing out the new armor's tactical gear and updating some information in silence for Mike and Adriana to observe. Though when Jorge makes the minor gestures of code, that causes Jai's steps to become a bit more calculative.

Damn'it Adriana-- why did you have to be right? Was his thoughts on this, and given he didn't know how to read it, it made his gut turn even worse. it was soon to become obvious though what that little gesture code meant as the taller 'New Recruit' gets thrown at Mike and Jai watches as the female Spartan comes right in after him. "Okay then." is all Jai has to say to this sudden change of events.

Mike turns his body as Jorge is thrown in his way, "Shit!" He barks out, before using his foot to press against the training room floor and shove himself off in a roll to not become Spartan pancake under the larger man.

Jai shifts his own footing and tries to flip around the kick. Though it does connect and it does flip him over, like a feline he keeps his grace and control. Rolling his body with the flip and coming to land down on a three prong stance to look up at Noble Six, before back rolling to give himself some breathing room, before he rolls back on his hands and then shoves off to shift his body to do a spinning kick for Noble Six's head.

Adriana mean while leans herself up against the railing and reaches off to take her helmet off. She shake her black hair, before running her hand through her hair. "Zis is what you get when you don listen to your Scout." She simply holds her helm in her other hand hooked by her index finger. "So-- who is getting sloppy, hm?"

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Jorge-052 intended to let Jai and Mike make the first move and teach them a lesson in assumptions. That said, he had forgotten that Noble Six likes to take a more preemptive and active approach.

He could fight Noble Six on the toss as soon as he's grabbed, but he /did/ let her take initiative. Thus resigned to his 'fate', he gets judo-tossed like a missile towards Mike, who stop-drops-and-rolls out of the intended impact zone. Jorge-052 tucks in and lands with a heavy BOOM at a three-point crouch, skidding just a bit before friction between floor and boots takes hold.

Before Mike can even regain his footing, Jorge-052 closes the gap between them in a few bounds so that when Mike lifts his head, Jorge's visor is just inches away. "Boo." The whisper barely has time to register before the Recruit is a blur of olive motion, slipping behind Mike while the silver SPARTAN is still kneeling on both knees and putting the Engineer in a solid headlock while pinning Mike's legs with one of his own plus his body weight.

Mike would find the hold completely restricting but not damaging nor injuring. Another whisper hisses from one speaker set to another as the Recruit micro-signs the universal 'Silence' sign to both him and Adriana. "Shhhhh."

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    A kick to the head is a kick to the head, regardless of whether it comes from a male or a female. Jai's blow connects to Noble Six's helmet and knocks her back. She drops a hand to the ground to fully recover from the blow, shifting back around to regain her footing.

    She has no idea who this guy is, but Jorge said he was a SPARTAN-II, so she'll have to watch herself, as that kick proved. She shifts her weight a little bit before she moves in at him again, this time feinting like she's going to throw a blow with her left hand, trying to get him to bring his defenses up to block that so he'll have no way to block the knee strike from her right side.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
The Engineer is suddenly looking silver visor to gold visor. "You have to be--" He then tries to move himself to get out of the mess he just found himself in. "--kidding---" Only as he tries to react, the hand and arm come around with the taller Spartan locking him into position. "--- ...me?" The last part of his sentence was quiet. He saw the gesture and heard the 'shhh'. There was one part of him that tenses, another part of him wanted to cackle.

Adriana observes the head lock that Mike finds himself in and sees the 'silent' gesture made by the 'Recruit'. Her brilliant blue eyes look at him for only that instant before she shifts herself slightly. "Jai." She calls over to him in his own problems. "Call it."

Jai though ignores Adriana's sound advice to avoid injuring his pride. This Spartan was playing in his strength, which was melee combat. What Jai-006 doesn't realize is that it is also this Spartan possible strong point. Just like he is unaware she is the same codex as John-117.

When Noble Six throws her feint, he actually falls for it. Being deceived by both her body language and not putting in enough concern for what she is capable of. The knee strike comes in true and he buckles slightly, recovering by off stepping to get weight off that leg for a moment. The SPARTAN-II swings his body around for a quick half-step to ignore the pain and swiftly get the weight back off, he steps in for an uppercut, but cuts short to swing his other arm around instead.

Adriana can only pinch the bridge of her nose as she makes a silent shrug to Jorge, before a slight head gesture leading to her putting her helm back on. -He wont call.-

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Jorge-052 smirks under his helm as he returns the shrug to Adriana. -His choice.- He doesn't loosen his hold on Mike, though -- one part not trusting the techie-minded SPARTAN-II to not try something (or give him away), one part to continue teaching him a lesson, and one part because he plain doesn't want to.

He waits for the action to calm before he opens a private channel to Noble Six. Last thing he wants to do is distract her, so his message is short and concise. >"Your opponent is Jai-006, SPARTAN-II of the Grey Team. Feel free to show him just how much of a 'knock-off' you are not, Carol."<

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    As Jorge radios in who she's dealing with, Noble Six decides that it's time to teach Jai who HE is dealing with. The uppercut that's coming in, she has a feeling, and her feeling is correct as she ducks the other arm, twisting under it to snatch that arm with her left hand as she maneuvers behind Jai, pulling his arm with her, as she leaves the ground.

    Wrapping both legs around his waist she pulls backwards, yanking him to the ground, and in the same motion, draws her knife from it's sheath just above the left part of her breastplate. She brings it around and as they hit the ground, Jai would find the back of the blade pressed under his helmet against his neck.

    "You heard the lady. Call it." She says to him. She didn't earn her Hyper Lethal rating with sunshine and hugs, after all.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Mike doesn't even try to get away, because as soon as he realized who this 'recruit' was, he then realized that who ever he was sparring with was probably just as good. Worse part was, it was /his/ idea and was upset with himself for miss calculating all this. "Jai!" He calls out though, "Get 'em!" Yeah, he may as well still cheer on!

Adriana can only snap her finger and point at Mike as she makes her way calmly to Noble Six and Jai. It was a very clear and precise message. Don't encourage him.

Jai however has himself in a mess as the Lethal Vector has lead him well. It pisses him off really and when she grabs his arm as she ducks, he tries to fight back. He tries to break the hold even as Mike calls out to him, but her legs wrap around him and slam him down.

That is when he feels the blunt of the blade against his neck seal. "Do it." He says to her with no fear in his voice. "Come on." He wasn't calling it. At least she didn't grab his blade or this may have been a whole new situation. He doesn't struggle though, maybe because he is looking for that slight opening.

Adriana walks over about then and actually takes the tip of her boot to tap the top of his helm. "Double o six. Call zis off or I will be very upset and we boz know where zat would lead, no?" Jai grunts a reply to this. "Jai dash zero zero six." She says again like a mom calling down a child.

Jai free hand tenses, it squeezes tight. "Fine. Get off. I call."

Mike at last just lets out a laugh. "Man Jai! I didn't know it but we were already fobared!" He can only now softly laugh. "Like seriously."

Adriana steps back and looks at Noble Six. "I do apologize for my team mates behavior. ONI has a very negative effect on zem, including realizing what has gone on for ze zree years we had been behind ze lines. Though it is no excuse."

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
As soon as Jai-006 concedes, Jorge-052 releases Mike and stands up straight without so much as scuffing the silver paint. He wordlessly offers a hand to the SPARTAN-II engineer, a clear sign of 'no offense taken' if little else.

He is secretly amused that all three of Grey Team are exactly how he'd remembered them aaaall the way back on Reach. Thank goodness for opaque visors and the ability to turn helm-speakers off.

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    As soon as Jai calls, Noble Six lets him go. Her blade gets sheathed back where it belongs and she moves away from him enough to get up, offering him a hand to pick him up, if he takes it, "Gray Team, huh? Didn't know you guys were coming back." Yes she knows who they are. Who the hell doesn't know who they are?

    She looks up at Jorge, reading his body language. He definitely knows them, but all the SPARTAN-IIs know each other. You spent that long together training and it'd be hard not to know one another. It'd be like family.

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Mike takes the hand when offered and gets back up. He actually jogs in place for a moment, before stretching out his legs a bit. "Did you gain weight?" He asks Jorge, but was quick to duck away just encase the man decides to playfully take offense.

Jai though stares at the hand offered. He was tempted-- fully tempted. At least till he heard a tap on the comm. He knew that tap from Adriana's line, he also knew what it meant. He took Noble's hand and allowed her to help him up. "We always come back." Jai says simple to Noble Six as if it was a true matter of fact. So far by records, it has been. "Next time though. It will be you on the ground." His voice still remaining curt as he stepped away, moving past Adriana with a gentle shoulder bump.

Yeah-- he wasn't happy. Adriana though to her credit simply stands there. "Our last mission had us very deep behind lines and wiz out proper contact back. When we realized ze war had been won, we remained back zere jus to make sure zey didn't get any bright ideas." She explains before reaching to take her helm off once more, and then placing out her hand to Noble Six in a kind gesture of a shake. "It was a pleasure to witness you prowess. I'm Adriana dash one one one. Ze man you sparred against is our leader, Jai dash one one six."

Mike then speaks up before Adraian has a chance, taking off his helmet as well. His skin was of a dark tan, with brown eyes and a shaved head. He didn't look to bad for a forty three Spartan-II, while Adriana still hid her age extremely well. Mike twirled his helm on his index finger as he introduced himself still. "I'm Mike dash one two o'. Head engineer of the Gray Team and master of the skies and land. Including any computer troubles that you ever could be having. Met an AI once... she was pretty nice."

"She was a needed asset and I /still/ can't believe you think of her as nice." Jai retorted as he leaned up against the rails.

"Hey now," Mike replied back placing his fingers against his own chest armor. "It isn't my fault you can't ever make friends or understand the value of a goddess." Jai just stares at Mike by this point, not even giving a response. Just a cold, dead stare from that silver visor.

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Jorge-052 does indeed swipe a hand after Mike, who easily ducks away. He wasn't really trying, either. He'd made his point. Noble Six would find him utterly relaxed, not even that deceptive 'relaxed' where someone makes a swipe at him and he'd make them pay for it in a heartbeat. The only other time he'd ever let his guard down like this was when amongst Noble Team off-mission.

He slips his helmet off and rakes a hand through his buzz-cut hair while tucking his helm upside-down under his arm. "Been a long time, Grey Team. About twenty years, now?" His faint Hungarian-like accent is unmistakable, as is his appearance. He doesn't bother introducing himself -- they'll know.

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    Well they might know who Jorge is, but they probably don't know who Noble Six is. She takes in Jai's attidue, as well as Jorge's relaxed stance, and hrms faintly to herself. Even the other IIIs in Beta that she had trained with weren't quite this relaxed around one another. Everyone had found cliques, sure, but she was always that lone wolf. It was weird, at least a little.

    She shook off the thought that nearly all three hundred of her fellow Betas were dead and tried to relax herself, "I'm SPARTAN Bravo Three One Two." She says to Adriana, "Everybody else prefers to call me Noble Six."

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
"Give or take." Mike-120 admits to Jorge. "I could give you the /exact/ numbers, but I'm sure you rather be spared those details." Mike observes as Jorge takes off his helm and then peeks inside /of/ the helm. "So what is with the recruit getup anyways? New armor configuration? What is the specs?"

The leader of the Gray Team remains where he is. Those eyes behind is visor staring directly at Jorge as he removes his helm, acting very cavalier. Jorge could probably feel the stare down and Jai wasn't moving his gaze. "You." He at last said breaking his own silence. Though nothing else follows, beyond his left hand tightening up. Then the words slowly found their way out. "Are not MIA. That is good to see. Been--- a shame to lose more, even if you..."

Jai-006 forces his hand to relax, his visor lowers slowly. He doesn't finish his thought, for whatever the reason. He doesn't finish whatever was on his mind. When Noble Six speaks up giving off her 'name' as a SPARTAN and then Noble Six, his body tenses once more. There was a sharp heel turn about then before he started to make his way up to the where they had entered.

Adriana meanwhile mms softly as Noble Six introduces herself. "Spartan Bravo Zree one two." She repeats, "Noble Six." There was a shift in her body, as she holds the helm in both of her hands. "You don have a name beyond aliases? Or did zey strip zat away from ze newer generations?"

Mike glances over to Adraina about then. "Technically speaking, we are also Spartan dash whatever, remember? Just we are the ones who like to keep our self." He places up his free hand. "Nothing personal to anyone in this room! Just stating the facts!"

Adriana then notices Jai actually leaving out of the area entirely. Her eyes softening, before they harden, including her facial features. Though they do not remain that way as they soften again as she looks to Noble Six. "I am sorry zough if zat question came off a bit... hmm... cold. We have never been very... sociable... even among our own family."

Her blue eyes look over to Jorge, "Is zat not right, Jorge?" There was a gesture made in that direction, a sweep of the hand, before it comes to rest on her hip. Quick eyes would catch a few motions, an index finger point, a thumb jab. To a casual eye it just seem like a simple wave or teasing gesture.

Jorge would know it and he would know it was aimed at Mike, a simple message to the engineer that says -Follow- and by the point to where Jai went -Him-. Which Mike picked up on, flipped his helm and popped it back on. "It was nice to meet you Noble Six of Bravo something something." There was a tease in his voice. "Cause if you're good with old Jorge. You're good with me!" Then he easily goes up the flight of steps in a simple one to two steps instead of the normal stride in order to cover the ground more quickly.

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Jorge-052 knew this wouldn't be some heartfelt reunion from the propoganda vids. So the Grey Team's individual reactions neither surprise him nor hurt him. As Mike peers into his helm, he untucks it from under his arm so the engineer can get a better look at it. "Standard spec. Haven't started customizing yet." There's a momentary gleam in his eye and a faint smirk. "That'll be for my final kit."

Oh, he certainly does feel Jai's stare at the back of his head, and he half-turns to match the standoffish stare with a neutral look of his own. "Sometimes 'MIA' is exactly that." A shrug plus a rueful smile. "Seems I got John's luck for that one."

The general reactions to Noble Six identifying herself gets Adriana a sharp look, and he almost misses Jai stomping off because of it. "Even we rarely volunteer our own names, Adriana," he rumbles, full of warning. He eases off at her apology, though, and nods confirmation all the same. "You three did always keep to yourselves during training."

As Mike runs off, he snorts at his parting comment about 'old Jorge'. "I think I'm two years younger than you lot now." That visibly concerns him for a moment, and he walks off to the side to fetch some water.

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    Six pulls her helmet off and looks at the group, "I'm sorry." She says, "I tend to keep to myself, I'm not used to sharing my...Identity." She muses, "Especially to those I just met. It's Carol." She smiles at the trio, "And yes, Jorge was Noble Five with me on Reach." She says, looking back to the bigger SPARTAN, "Saved my life."

Jai-006 (806) has posed:
Adriana smiles softly. "Carol." She reaches out and places her hand on her shoulder. "Zat is a nice name to have. You had a good team mate in Jorge. He is kind hearted, dependable, and a very strong man." The female Spartan removes her hand before she goes to step away, looking over at Jorge, "And two years younger?" There was a puzzled look on her face. They were apparently not informed.

"I zink you will need to explain over some drinks, hm?" Adriana looks back to Noble Six, "As for being a loner, zat is fine. Sometimes zere is strength in being alone, sometimes zere is strength in teamwork." She looks up with a sheepish smile, before looking back to her. "Unless your team is us, zen you may as well be lost wiz in ze mountains at night."

Adriana goes to then walk away lifting her helm to place it on, before she pauses and looks back at the other female spartan once more, dead in the eyes this time. "Zough Jai will not agree to zis, but he will need to get over it. You and Jorge," She only glances at him. "Should come visit us at ze Garage once we get done unpacking and setting zings up. Maybe even help. Helping... could win some points, yeah?"

There was a warm smile there, before she places on her helm. "Jai dash zero zero six can be warm heated. You jus have to get past zat icy exterior." She places up her hand before she walks off as well.

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Jorge-052 sighs heavily at Adriana's confusion, though doesn't counter her analysis of his character. "Yes, I'll explain another time." He's thankful that he won't get into that /now/, especially since he'd have to retell it to the other two later anyways. ONI must have the full story under wraps if even Grey Team hasn't found out by now.

At Adriana's 'offer' for them to help set up the Garage (an interesting name, Jorge must admit), Jorge only raises an eyebrow. "Just let us know when." If Grey Team's not getting shipped back out immediately, it'd be good to see them again.

He chuckles softly at Adriana's statement about Jai. "Some things never change." He lifts a hand as well, a returned farewell, as Adriana takes her leave, then offers a water bottle to Noble Six.

Noble Six (38) has posed:
    Taking the bottle of water that Jorge offers, Six considers what Adriana says, and nods, "I'm sure he and I will make great friends soon enough." She says, "You never really know somebody until you fight alongside them. We'll have to do that." She finishes the bottle of water and then puts her helmet back on.

    "Let me know when you want us to come visit your HQ. I'm sure it'll be nice to check out. Jorge, for now, I need to go. I have an appointment to keep." If that appointment happens to be in New Vegas has yet to be determined.

Jorge-052 (783) has posed:
Jorge-052 nods once. "Understood. Thank you for the spar, Carol." He gives her a wry look with a good-natured grin, twirling his helmet like a basketball between his fingertips. "Turning me into a flying SPARTAN missile notwithstanding, at least." He is obviously not holding that against Noble Six, and with a casual salute meanders off to de-armor and shower.