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Jorge-052 The shoreline to the Western Loop of the Great Ocean is nothing to speak of. No scenic beaches, no exotic wildlife, nothing like that. What it is, however, is secluded and usually deserted. Few ever think to come around here, and that's exactly what one SPARTAN wants.

They're currently wearing full UNSC MJOLNIR armor, a Gen/2 Recruit by the design and bearing the typical olive coloration of prior generations. A dry, fine layer of sand and salt have already crusted the metal armor's surface, though it doesn't seem to be affecting the operations of the suit as the SPARTAN bounds from one surface to the next.

Clearly, they are intent on testing the limits of operation when in a very abrasive environment. The sand and stone make for nice obstacles and resistance training as well.
Dukemon X The warp gate near by comes to life as three SPARTANs come walking out. Two males by the look of the armor design and one that might be a female, though her armor is hiding those curves pretty well-- its only her height that is lacking. She is the only with a helmet still on. They all three though have the same color scheme. A dark gray with silver visors.

The other two are in their own armor, but they have their helms tucked under their armor. Apparently talking about something, at least until the one fully geared in the MJOLNIR Gen 2 Recon armor. Her hand taps the darker skinned man, his amber eyes guiding from the conversation at hand, to the man out on the beach training.

This causes the other with a golden brown tan to look over with his darky navy blue eyes what the other two are looking at, before he does a gently short huff from his nostrils with a smirk. "You think that is who we are suppose to be fetching?"

The fully armored SPARTAN then speaks up, confirming she is in fact a woman but with a Slavic accent. "Zey are ze only one out 'ere."

The dark skinned male gives a shrug of his shoulders, before flipping his helm around in his hands before placing it on. "You can talk to them boss. I'm not going to talk to a knock off."

"Thanks Mike." The golden tan male says softly, before looking at the engineer fully suited up in his MJOLNIR Gen 2 Engineer type. With a sigh, the man starts to make his way over to the 'recruit'. His heavy armored boots leaving deep imprints into the soft sand. "Though I do hate playing baby sitter. Got better things to be doing."

He then takes note of a small stone and grins, those dark eyes looking at the stone then at the armored man. He uses his boot to flip the rock up into his hands, before he gives a whistle to the 'recuit'. "Hey! Green horn!" Then with a toss of the rock in his hand, that grin becomes a dark smile. "Catch!" Then tosses the rock with full strength behind the pitch.

"Jai!" Is all the woman has time to say before he pitches it and can only gently face-palm to her help visor. "...idiot.."
Jorge-052 The SPARTAN jumps off of a large rock before tucking and rolling the landing, kicking up a cloud of sand in his wake before skidding to a halt at a three-point crouch. The arrival of the three other SPARTANs gets the 'Recruit' to lift his head slightly, but he pretty much ignores them in favor of brushing most of the loose stuff off of his armor.

If anyone had taken a moment to analyze the SPARTAN a bit more closely, it would've been obvious that their 'target' was equal to their height -- far too tall for a SPARTAN-III. But they didn't, and Jai's rocky fastball flies straight towards the SPARTAN's visor. The SPARTAN snaps a hand up like a mitt and catches the stone squarely in his palm, the stone actually cracking in his grip. They immediately throw it right back with the same amount of force, the rocks splintering mid-air in a scatter formation at all three of them.

"Greenhorn. Knock-off, was it?" The SPARTAN reaches up and removes their helmet, revealing Jorge-052's head and face. He twirls the helmet between his fingertips as he raises an eyebrow at the group, his expression as stoically unchanging as ever. "It's been a very long time since we've seen each other, Grey Team, but that's inexcusable."
Dukemon X The rock is thrown back, as it splits into three. Jai is quick to react by catching the piece coming back at it him. Only to watch at the same time the other SPARTAN-II show off who is behind that recruit armor. "Well.. I be damned." Jai can only smirk a bit about then. "What the hell are you doing in that getup, Jorge?"

Jai then glances over his shoulder to look at the woman and Mike, "Adriana... you knew all along didn't you?"

The woman in the back, ducks her head to the side, as she places one hand on her hip. "I had my suspicions, yes."

Mike however is not as fortunate as he is stunned by the fact its Jorge and if not for his helm on, his jaw would be dropped. This means though he only notices the rock as it comes in right a few inches from him. "Whoa! Hithere!" He spits out quickly, trying to avoid it last moment to get it clunked on the upper side of his helm.

Jai glances back over to Jorge with those deep navy blue eyes before he walks up to Jorge and extends out his hand. "Its good to see you again. Sorry for the insult--- just was worried it was another baby sitting assignment. Getting tired of hanging around the kiddies who think they are something special."

Adriana then speaks up, shifting her weight slightly. "Jorge," She says rolling the r slightly in his name. "Ze highur ups wish for yur presence back at ze base. Zey sent us to come and get you for zat very reasun."

Mike shakes his head slightly. "Just they didn't tell us who. Sneaky that."
Jorge-052 Jorge-052 smiles warmly as he clasps Jai's hand in the handshake, his grip firm. "No offense taken, Jai. I understand. And this," he lifts the Recruit helm with his free hand, "is temporary. My permanent loadout will be customized in due time."

He chuckles at Mike's grumbling. "Orders always have a trick, Mike -- you know that. Especially with something as simple as a fetch-and-return."

To Adriana's explanation of why Grey Team is even here, he nods. "An escort of my fellow SPARTANs back to base? I'm honored, Adriana." He slips his helm back on, the golden visor flickering as full power is restored. "Well then. No need to keep the brass waiting. Lead on, Grey Team."
Dukemon X The golden tan SPARTAN-II with his gray armor can only roll his eyes at the sign of the fact they stuck someone like Jorge in baby-armor. "Slightly insulting if you ask me. Giving you, one of our own, child's armor to practice in."

Jai then shakes his head slightly. "Whatever right? At least they are getting you some proper gear."

Mike pipes up about then, the grin can be heard in his words; He didn't seem to be trying to mask his emotions at all. "I think if they gave us that kind of setup, they know I would have been mechanically taking it apart piece by piece until they did give up proper gear!" He actually sounds a bit proud of this fact.

Mike then steps back to allow Jai and Jorge to walk by toward the Warp Gate. "Oh! Jorge! Once we get back and they get done with you... for whatever boring purpose they have... I have something you may like. During Rubble, I made some EMP explosives-- I managed to tinker around with them and I think I figured how to---"

Adriana places her hand on Mike's shoulder halting his ramblings. "Save ze science for when we get him in ze Garage, hm? It may be better suited zen." Adriana gives Mike another pat on the shoulder before she follow behind Jai and Jorge with Mike not to far on her heels.