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Feeling the affects of lethargy setting in, Jason had long since avoided the Marines and Spartans milling about the hanger and had gone directly towards the barracks. Covering his mouth as he yawned loudly, JT made his way over to one of the many beds and claimed it as his own. Falling down onto the hard lumpy matress felt like heaven to his mind as the effects of battle finally left him as this shell. To be honest, he was tired of fighting. So very tired, that at times he wanted to just end it all.... Yet the problem with that was he was not one willing to 'take the easy way out' as he called it. To kill oneself is the ultimate way of admiting that they let life control them instead of controlling life and he would 'never' let anything beat him down. So he trudged onward hoping for a day in which he could finally lay down his arms for peaceful times. Sighing heavily, he leant himself against the head rest and looked down at the MA5B assualt rifle clutched tightly between his hands. Feeling sleep leaving the clutching hands of his tired mind, he began to take apart his rifle and began cleaning the parts in hopes of relaxing his mind enough to finally sleep.

The marines that had been sent off because of their earlier actions had gone to the barracks. Snane after finishing his task went out looking for the one who had intially started the mess. As Snane krept towards the open barracks doors he heard them bullshitting about girls back home. He waited 2 minutes and slipped in unnoticed and watched as the target joked as he walked away and into the latrine; snane followed him in.


The target heard Snane but didn't care to look assuming it was one of his buddies "..Harrison is that you man? " he asked and without a word Snane locked the door responding with a flat "...no...". The target identified as 'Ricks' went to look back and was met by a hard left fist which put Ricks into a flimsy pisser divider that gave as the man hit it. Ricks stunned surprised Snane by launching a snap kick to his side. Snane staggers back holding his side but yelled throwing himself back at Ricks with a superman punch, Ricks easily sidesteps and lands a elbow at the base of Snane's neck who hits the floor with a thud. Now Ricks had stpped back catching a quick breath but as he reproaches, Snane pushes up spinning with a successful leg sweep knocking Ricks to the ground and allowing himself to leap upon Ricks unleashing a rain of blows down on him. Ricks throws up his arms in defense which is stupid because Snane grabbing one twists it around forcing Ricks to roll over exposing his back. Snane's arm reaching down and under Ricks neck for a rear choke is caught by Ricks. Ricks yanking on the arm causes Snane to roll to his side while Ricks shrimps out and takes a full mount on Snane adn begins his own hailstorm of punches. Snane enraged drives his knees into Ricks back and arches his hips up to buck him off. Ricks is throw back into a toilet stall while Snane climbs to his knees breathing heavily trying to catch his breath. He can hear Ricks trying to do the same but he knows that he has to finish this now because the other marines had heard aal the comotion and began to pound on the door.

Snane still on his knees takes up a three point stance and waits while getting his breath back. Ricks now on his feet stumbles out of the stall right into a desvasing spear that would have broken him in half had Snane not been tired. The spear was a testament to Snane's days as a football player back on earth before joining up. As they landed Ricks head snapped back and impacted on the hard floor; minutes later a pool of blood formed. Snane clearly not caring pulls himself off Ricks and against the wall taking a couple minutes to rest & recollect himself...

Feeling satisfied that his deed was done well, he watched over the cold body with a kinda eery pride. Suddenly the ruckus outside ceased as the doors unlocked and pardoned and armed men stepped inside. One inparticular was barking orders for him to put his hands behind his head & get on his knees. Snane complied knowing that he would not die on this ship or any other for that matter. "...OK sir....no need to shout." he said with the eerly smirk as before.

Snane only smiled as he was kicked forward into movement "...Hey sir, ******** off eh?."

Fatigue finally set in as Neilson walked in. He let the marines that were taking another man away pass first and then he entered, heading to the next closest bed. As he sat down at the foot of the bed, took off his boots and shirt. He got up and set them in the foot locker by the bed and finaly walked onto the bed, set his head on the pillow and went to sleep, after about ten minutes of lying with his eyes closed.

With his ever-present helmet gone one could see that, whether in a combative situation or doing something as simple as detaining rowdy prisoners he adapted a look of indifference and let no emotiions show on his face. Hearing the marines taunt, he said nothing to him while the Helljumper behind him gave a quick smack to the back of his head with the butt of his C7. As the soldier became defiant and stood his place, Jaden didn't deem it worthy enough to turn his head to the man and instead kept sight of him in his peripheral vision, "If I had my way, I would have you ejected out of the nearest airlock, so that you can suck on vacuum and give us some entertainment before your die from the lack of oxygen. Since I can't do that you're going to be taken to the detention center until we place a proper sentence on you. If your lucky, you'll only get life. If not...." With that Jaden began walking again and the ODST once again kicked the man to get him moving.

Neilson sat up and stretched with a deep sigh. After a good couple of hours of rest, he dropped his feet over the side of the bed and sunk them into his boots. He tied them up nice and tight and decided to get some breakfast, or lunch...or dinner. He had no perception of time right now, being worked so much. But he was in the mood for some breakfast and headed towards the messhall, scratching his head, rubbing his eyes and letting out a nice deep yawn. "I love my job." he said arcastically.