"Nice moves, my digital....."<br/><br/>"Luna."<br/><br/>"I'm just saying that that was highly dangerous and way too reckless for someone in your condition!" She raved, unknowingly stuck between sounding like she wanted to be highly pissed off and scared sh*tless over him.<br/><br/>Alastor had to bite his tongue as he was about to remind her that the Spartan-V project was conscripted on the concept of expendable Spartan-IIs augmented with genuine Forerunner technology. The expendable bit never took with him as he had taken his training Fireteam of five and visited his parents for two days.  That two days had been kinda fun as they had used what they had learned in training to outsmart, outmaneuver, and, something he himself did, put a ONI operative in a coma due to being dragged by the ankles over a forty feet cliff with a long drop into a bay. He really got it for that as he had permanently paralyzed the operative. No one really cared as he got off with more extreme training and smaller rations of food. In the end he'd had a blast and so did his team.<br/><br/>"Scouting and destroying the orbs for the second pylon." John said with a matter-of-fact tone.