He had finally retreated back into his own armor. Lopez felt more secure in the cool sanctuary of the brown shell, and it also helped him keep alert, what with the sensory enhancing equipment it harbored
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His mind was full of thoughts, concerning the war, the army, his current squad and the enemy. The Russian had been sneaking around in the gulch, trying attempting to examine everything and see how it had changed since he had died.
What he did notice though, was a brown-looking Spartan sitting a distance away from his position. Nicholai wasn't sure whether to judge him as friend or foe.
While completely aware of his Blue companion, Lopez feigned ignorance, casting his gaze to the sky. In a masked motion, he casually lay his hand across his sidearm.
Brows furrowed in contemplation as he began to approach- slowly. His own weapon held upwards with an arm, trying to communicate a sense of peace. Nicholai was cautious; he hadn't been fixed up just to be killed again. He was going to make sure his second chance wasn't mindlessly wasted.
When the Blue came in close enough, Lopez cocked his head towards him, looking at him directly. Something... odd, pinged in the back of his head, as if he had seen this Blue armored person before. The way they carried themselves was almost a dead-ringer, but... the thought flitted away and Lopez relaxed the hand on his pistol.
Lopez sniffed, letting the blue touch him in such a familiar manner. He acted like Franklin in a way, he thought. The cyborg frowned slightly and furrowed his brows.
"A couple of years. Perhaps... from these 'memories' it is like I am in some kind of fight, and someone gets hurt. Lots of pain and light, but I don't know anything that goes on too clearly," he muttered.
He paused momentarily. "Couple of years, eh? I think that's... when I was posted here." Nicci frowned, thinking as he handed Lopez the napkin and sat back. "But I was killed, shipped out, and fixed up." He shrugged.
Lopez took the cloth with a nod, but it fluttered from his fingers. A man killed, bleeding, almost - the thought escaped him and he bit his tongue in agitation. He picked the napkin back up.
"Oh, did they make you into a cyborg as well?" Lopez asked, thinking about Simmons out of habit.
Nicholai shook his head slightly. "I'm mostly organic..." He tapped his chest. "But my heart, along with a few other organs and bones are cybernetic. But on the outside, I look completely normal."
It was true, those... scientists, or whatever they were, had taken his mangled dead body and repaired him. They could have done better, but they didn't, which made Nicci question how much they could rely on the Blue Army...
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What he did notice though, was a brown-looking Spartan sitting a distance away from his position. Nicholai wasn't sure whether to judge him as friend or foe.
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Hmm, now what is he up to?
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"What are you doing?"
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"A couple of years. Perhaps... from these 'memories' it is like I am in some kind of fight, and someone gets hurt. Lots of pain and light, but I don't know anything that goes on too clearly," he muttered.
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"Oh, did they make you into a cyborg as well?" Lopez asked, thinking about Simmons out of habit.
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It was true, those... scientists, or whatever they were, had taken his mangled dead body and repaired him. They could have done better, but they didn't, which made Nicci question how much they could rely on the Blue Army...
He eyed Lopez. "And... you?"
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