Mission 001 [Dictated]

[noble5]

[There's a clunking sound over the journals, one attributed to someone wearing some heavy-duty armour picking themselves up from the ground

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[thetrudger]

[noble5]

[The talking book makes him jump, as he thinks someone else is in the room with him.

Hell? Yeah, that'd make sense.]

Someone there?

[He wasn't detecting any other life signs, any weird signals. Maybe his HUD was broken? Either way, there's the sound of clanking armour as he looks around, tensed up.]

[thetrudger]

[noble5]

Magic?

[What the hell? He does notice a book on his bedside table, and there's the sound of more light metal clanking as the SPARTAN walks towards it]

There's gotta be some sort of transceiver in this thing.

[Nope. Not believing that it's magic.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Hello, Jorge. You don't know me, but I know your name through Kat. A good friend when she was here. I know she wouldn't have thanked me for giving you a hard time.

My name's Washington. From UNSC Project Freelancer. Need anything, just say the word. I owe Kat that much.

/messing with time a wee bit.

[noble5]

[Another Freelancer? These guys were common.]

I still haven't heard of Project Freelancer, agent. And I don't trust things I haven't heard of, which, if you know about us, shouldn't surprise you.

[No messing about, straight out and to the point.]

Noble Six has appraised me of the situation, and the fact that Noble Two has spent the most time with Project Freelancer. Rest assured, that whatever working environment that Noble Two established will be upheld.

[Which, basically, translates as "I'll work with you, but we're not friends." At least, not yet.]

Jorge

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Sir, I can give you more details if you want, so that you won't be operating blind regarding us.

I was also offering to help smooth the way if any of the others cause problems. Carolina can be a little... Fussy about things.

[Clinking sound of dogtags.] Without Noble here, especially as Six only showed up after Kat had been here over a year... We became the closest thing to a team she had.

Agent Washington

[noble5]

[A pause]

Kat really opened up that much to you, huh? Wow. Guess the lieutenant has a soft spot after all.

[Another pause] Project Freelancer just stinks of more underhanded, backdoor-opening schemes. The ones ONI took with the SPARTAN programs. You'll forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical about this whole thing.

[After all, he's just woken up after nearly getting zapped into fine molecules.]

[kinky_stopwatch]

Hello, are you okay? Do you need any assistance?

[noble5]

I'm fine.

[He sounds a bit surprised at that, and then his tone is on the defensive]

Who are you, and where the hell am I?

[That said, the voice sounded awfully close. He's just going to start looking around for where Ianto is.]

[kinky_stopwatch]

My name is Jones, Ianto Jones. You're in a castle, in a land called Paradisa. Can you find a small book somewhere? Follow my voice.

[noble5]

Castle?

[That makes no sense. He was on a Covenant Corvette until a few minutes ago, about to become space particles.

Something slips out that wasn't supposed to.]

Am I dead?

[He does, however, look about for that book the voice mentioned, hesitantly walking towards it.

He sounds heavy, judging by his footsteps.]

[mystic_heresy]

[UNSC? Jade remembered that from the other who he'd spoken to. He writes back, the journal speaking to the man in a slight monotone.]

'I believe your comrades are here. I came into contact with Agent Carolina, I believe.'

[noble5]

[Jorge jumps at that, the SPARTAN a little bit on edge.]

Agent Carolina? Never heard of 'em.

[Of course, that was saying nothing. The UNSC Navy was huge.]

Where are you? Show yourself.

[mystic_heresy]

'She said she was a part of UNSC as well.'

[A pause.]

'Journal.'

[noble5]

[That book thing on the bedside table?

There's the sound of someone very heavy taking a few steps towards it.]

Some sort of tranceiver?