The UNSC Washington, a large metal box holding fool-hardy soldiers thinking they can beat the conevnant, and some that have no faith at all. Thinking we can't beat the conevnant. I feel bad for them. They all seem a bit a young.
Cosmic walked off the pelican, various different engineers, soldiers and pilots were walking around. Working. They all seemed scared, probably wondering why they were flying so close to a doomed planet. Cosmic walked off, around the pelican and into a rookie-private. The private stumbled and turned around, saluting. Cosmic Chuckled, finding the private to be a bit devoted. Probably because he hasn't seen war yet. Cosmic spoke, "At ease." The private, putting his arm down seemed somewhat embarrassed. He looked to be Twenty or Twenty One. Cosmic spoke again, engaging into a conversation with the boy. "Whats your name private?" The private replied with a bit of a hesitant voice. "Private, Johnson." Cosmic observed him for a moment, before looking back at the Hanger door. You could see reach burning. Cosmic turned back at Johnson tilting his head before asking "Ever fought yet?" And like Cosmic thought it would be the answer was "No..." Cosmic shook his head and patted the privates shoulder before walking past him. Aiming for the mess hall after long days and devistating hours with no food. A guys gotta eat.
Cosmic found the mess hall. Opening the door, the mess hall was huge. Holding Thirty something soldiers at the moment, Cosmic moved up to the kitchen counter. The menu only had bland and simple things. "Mashed potatos and... That, sludge protein stuff." The Guy on kitchen duty replied. Digging into a pot and putting it on a plate. Handing it to Cosmic. He took the plate in his hands, walking past the soldiers eating. It felt like everyone was staring. Finally at the end of the mess hall, Cosmic sat down in the corner shade coming down on him away from the huge cluster of other soldiers chatting. Cosmic set down his plate, and put both his hands on his helmet. Twisting then removing it. Setting the helmet down beside him, leaning back against the wall. Cosmic begins to eat his meal, the taste was different then what he remembered. His taste tingling after putting the food in his mouth, and not so much in a good way. Regardless, Cosmic was hungry enough to eat anything. So he finished is meal, slowly. Taking half a hour, probably because he wanted to avoid direct contact with Higher-Ups. Because they would of sticked him in the metal tube of Cyro-Sleep. Which, he didn't want right now. After finishing his meal, he can't loiter in the mess hall. So, Cosmic left through the nearest door. Picking up his helmet and twisting it back on. Continuing down the hall, hearing voices and movements all around. Cosmic gets stopped after hearing his Spartan Tag called out.
"Spartan! A21B!" It was a womans voice, Cosmic turned around to look at a ONI Woman. The woman had dark hair and wore glasses. She was slim in figure. "Follow." The woman spoke, Cosmic followed her into a Armory of sorts. On a metal table was a large case. "Your armor is being updated spartan." The Woman said, opening the case to reveal Full EVA Armor. "Strip and put it on. Make sure it fits" The woman spoke, turning around. Cosmic did what she asked. Putting his new armor on, of course it fits. Its male sized. All Spartan armor fits. "How do i look?" Cosmic said, the woman turning around. "Fine." She replied before walking towards the door. Cosmic stopping her "Can i update it to my liking?" The woman turned around facing him. "Yes, you did that with your last armor didn't you? Just don't screw it up." She left the room, Cosmic now left with various different armor. UNSC Armor and ODST Armor. Cosmic, interested in the ODST Shoulder pieces. Took them, setting them down on the table. Now all thats left is to take off his current shoulder pieces. If its even possible.
=Four Hours later=
Cosmic rolled his shoulder around a bit, getting used to the new feeling of ODST Armor, he continued on through the door. Walking down the hall and attempting to find the Hyper-Sleep chamber. He did, and like what he needed to do. He opened the tube. Laying back in it, the tube automatically closing. Freezing Cosmic in Cyro.
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