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With a final suspicous look at Ash, Magnus took a final drag on his cigarette, finishing it off and dropping the butt, before slipping the helmet over his head. He surmised that he looked rather foolish, a Spartan helmet on his head and a tank top and cargos on his body. He looked left to right experimentaly and idley commented, "Its a little loose, but comfortable." After getting a feel for how everything was set up in the helmet, Magnus turned away from both Spartans and drew hi sidearm. He held it steady and stared down the manual sight.

"Interesting," he said softly. He then swung the pistol from side to side and marveled at the way the reticule followed its movement, even if Tennfjord kept his eyes forward. After a few seconds, he saw what was wrong. With a slight flourish, he replaced his sidearm in the holster and slipped the helmet off. "Well," he said looking down at the helmet a moment before offering it back to Ash, "The follow calibration is off, there's a very slight delay between the weapon and the reticule. I could fix it, but it'd take me a few days. After all, I'm not familiar with the mechanics of the program or the helmet itself. You would probably be more qualified than me."

Magnus stood to attention, grinning broadly, and saluted. "It would be a pleasure, sir," he said, and snapped the salute down to his side. A chance to work along-side Spartans was a great opportunity for Magnus. He'd be able to work with better armor and weapons and deployed on more important missions. This was what he had wanted.

"Though I do have one question," he said, smiling, "Can you play music on that thing?"

Ash smiled back at the marine, although he couldn't see it from behind his visor. "Sure, I can even play movies in it" he said nudging him lightly. He turned around and looked for a moment seeing the marine getting the s**t kicked out of him. Ash's smile faded and he bounded over to them with the speed only a Spartan could accomplish, pushing a few marines out of the way to pick up the marine getting stomped on. He picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him back to the group and setting him down next to Magnus. "Well, now that that's taken care of" he said, and then turned to the marines who had beaten him, "you can all go clean the toilets with your clothes." He paused for a moment, looking at the marines seeing that they didn't believe him. "That was an order soldiers." Exasperated looks came upon them and they left stomping like little children. Ash turned around and looked at Kelly and Magnus, then the s**t hole marine. "You got your a** kicked gunny" he said joking around.

He moans as he goes to stand up but quickly finds that he cannot "..Sons of bitches.." clutches at his side "..They'd better not find themselves alone anytime soon or at all.." a faint grim half smile appeared. Snane looked up at SPARTANS and the marine he'd seen earlier "..What's up? & Thanks "

Tam wandered past the row of Scorpion tanks tracing the fore-edge of each with his hand, then made his way back to the central area, where he noticed several marines fighting but didn't get involved. He tossed his bag into the nearby passenger seat of a warthog and climbed up after it, he checked the onboard systems out of habit, everything was in the green as far as he could tell, and laid back to wait.

Shrugs "..Eh whatever.." Givesa half assed salut, about faces & leaves their company. " Damn officers, damn spartans, Damn 'em all. "snane mumble as hewent on.

Kelly was still standing with The spartan and the two marines when she noticed a movement from the corner of her eye, she had just glanced back toward the group which now was two spartan's and a lone marine since Snane had wandered off after giving each of them half of a salute. As the marine continued to walk away while mumbling a few words underneath his breath that she had obviously not been able to hear, the smell of the cigarette's smoke once again reached her nostrils.

The spartan quickly and politely excused herself from Magnus and Ash only to start walking toward David's position, she had seen him meandering around even with his injured leg. "It would be better for you to keep your wound covered, until it has fully healed." Kelly mentioned to the twenty-five year old marine just as she came to a stop infront of the marine. Even though it might of seemed that she didn't know much about treating wounds as a fully trained medic would, Kelly still knew enough about them to treat most of them and could also tell when it was or wasn't time for the bandages to be removed.

She had noticed that David had begun to disassemble his weapons in order to clean them, which most people tended to do in a attempt to pass the time. Kelly and the other spartan-II's had done the same while they were waiting for their next mission to appear, she quickly halted her thoughts before her mind wandered back into the time when her other 'brothers' and 'sister's were all grouped together. Kelly no longer bothered to speak to David and instead waited for his reply, even though he might of decided to not take her advice.