<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Mariko<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>Falaknuma Ship Docks<br/><hr/><br/>"Yeah, let's get this over with." the other private answered. Lazily both soldiers sauntered toward the crates within the medical supply ship. Their lack of motivation to their duty was overwhelming and their minds seemed to be in another place.  Together they lifted a heavy crate off the floor of the ship and slowly carried it to the dolly. When a comm came through, they stopped in their tracks.<br/><br/>Mariko had snuck her way close by. Kneeling behind a recycling bin, she watched the couple cautiously.  Her blue eyes scanned the inside of the supply ship, hoping to find the case the captain had mentioned to her before she left. This wasn't something Mariko had done before and it made her nervous. With each minute that passed, her heart began to speed up. Gleaming in plain sight she discovered a case on one of the crates. She glanced to the men at the entrance, noises from construction of the docks caused them to stray from the ship to get a better chance on hearing what message they were receiving from their headsets. This was her chance. Gulping, Mariko scurried toward the ship. Her body shook nervously, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She hopped the case on the crate was the one she needed. Paranoid about the men finding her, Mariko almost neglected to check the contents. Pausing in her tracks, she opened it up. Within she found canisters of bio-foam. Wrong case. Mariko glanced back out of the ship to check on the soldiers. They were still occupied.  She needed to hurry, she had to get out of there. Where was the case? Panic began to take over, Mariko clumsily looked through the packages around her. As she was about to give up and run out, she spotted a black case. As she opened it up, a shadow covered her light. Her heart dropped to her stomach.<br/><br/>The two soldiers had caught Mariko. At first they were slow to react, dumbfounded to find a woman before them.  She took that advantage and took off with the case in her arms. Pushing her glasses closer to her eyes she prayed she could get away. She failed, one of the private's latched onto her arm. The jolt knocked the case from her arms and slid a few feet before falling into a nearby drain. Mariko shrieked in horror to her capture. One of the men went to the case, but as the woman fought against the other soldier, he had to stop and help his comrade restrain her.  Kicking and struggling, Mariko fought, but she wasn't strong enough to overpower them.  Once her arms were fastened, one of the soldiers stayed behind to put the load away. The other pushed the woman forward and walked her down the dock toward base. Mariko didn't know what was going to happen next, tears slowly filled her eyes. As they walked past the back of the obstacle course belonging to the Ohana Rebels, she looked back to the group. When her eyes met with Ressaw, she felt embarrassed and silently begged the commander for help. Nothing happened, the captain averted her eyes as if she didn't recognize Mariko.<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Ressaw and Colby<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>Outside Falaknuma Ship Docks<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ressaw had caught glimpse of Mariko's return, but it didn't please her. Averting her eyes from the scene involving the new recruit, the commander thought over the situation she had witnessed. The soldier leading the young woman could have easily been taken out. Ressaw had the skills and every intention of protecting her crew at the top of her priority. Clenching her teeth, she hid a frown behind her vacant stare, but her nostrils flared slightly. Green eyes spied the training shotgun within reach, but she couldn't get herself to pull it forth.<br/><br/>Movement caught her attention and she was forced to refocus on what was going on around her and the booth.  Ressaw watched as a man approach her setup. From form alone, she knew something was up about the guy. It made her tense, she felt the hydraulics pump her blood faster, but he didn't seem to recognize her, she calmed and the cybernetics keeping her alive slowed their energy. She still wanted to bump heads, but was fully aware that Falaknuma was full of UNSC personnel and she had no chance so instead she forced a half smirk and extended her hand toward the soldier instead. "The name's Ressaw. I'm running the Ohana recruitment of this booth. Need a new crew for cargo pick ups. Seems bravery is rare these days, figured Falaknuma would offer stronger individuals, but just in case thought a simple obstacle course wouldn't hurt." With a free hand she grabbed her digital pad and opened up the documents for her permits for parking and booth setup. Sliding it toward the individual before her, she picked up the orange painted shotgun. She held it by the barrel up and though she glanced back to her obstacle course, she thought about Mariko and secretly made plans for the new recruit if she managed to keep her trap shut. Ressaw returned her attention back to the man and placed the empty gun upon the counter of the booth. "Some cargo pick ups can lead to danger, I like to make sure my future crew is prepared for surprises. This.. child's play. Flexible baton round shotgun. Used to test endurance, and reaction for new recruits. Nothing more than a toy." she said and gave a quick wink, though she wasn't any good with flirting and felt the idea would only make her look misplaced and mischievous. "All weapons ship wise has been forfeit upon arrival to the colony, as was reccommended when we entered."<br/><br/>Leaning against the counter, she placed her hands upon the tabletop and with a slight challenge in her voice she said, "You come here for that or were you looking for something outside of your everyday? Why not test your skills on the course. Lets see how you boys do it on Falaknuma."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Colby smirked at Amber and nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Alright, happy birthday doll face, we might need to celebrate that later." Turning slightly he pointed toward the course behind the booth. Though he looked to the man that had appeared, he could only offer the soldier a smile before looking back to Amber. Ressaw could take care of the paperwork though he knew she didn't like UNSC, but with her background, he didn't blame her and though his thoughts should have been the same, Tyrese just didn't see UNSC as an enemy like Ressaw. "You see that course behind me, here's what's going down. I gotta time you to run the course. You run the course, climb the walls, shuffle through the tires swing down the rope. Easy, you're gonna hate me, but as part of the course I need to test your speed, endurance, and how likely you are to bring a package home safely. Don't think about it too much, I got you. What you lack here can be improved later on. You ready?"<br/><br/>Colby had to give another look to Ressaw and her company. He needed the training gun, but didn't want to take it until the whole process was over. If he couldn't use it, he could figure something else out, even if that meant cheating for Amber. The captain seemed pretty focused on the man in front of her and he didn't want to disrupt them, so he turned back to Amber and added, "We usually use the baton round shotgun for the course, but just for this time, you'll run through without it."<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Chubs, Zakara, Serisno<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>Chubs Frigate Cargo Ship at Falaknuma Ship Docks<br/><hr/><br/>Chubs took in smoke from his cigarette and held it in a moment as Kain's voice took his attention. He looked the man up and down before blowing out the toxins from his mouth. At first he wasn't sure who the guy was talking about. "Whos? Oh... yeah... yeah.." he said thinking back to the better offer he had received. Chubs didn't think Ressaw would be so quick to notice that he had arrived. Looking around the dock, he checked to make sure the woman wasn't sneaking around. Turning his back on Kain, he waved him to follow. Walking back onto the ship, the obese man had to come up with something  quick. Glancing back to the man behind him he began talking again, "So Ressaw wants her package, I assume you know whats you're in for hmm? Ressaw..."<br/><br/>Chubs didn't know enough about the woman to make an accurate decision, but he did know that her crew never stuck around long enough and he figured that with her secrets, she wasn't particularly someone he should cross, but he didn't feel she was dangerous enough for him to look into any details. He was good at what he did. Flicking his cigarette away, Chubs walked to his computer and began typing in numbers. If he wasn't going to give the guy the correct packages for Ressaw he had to find something. He almost laughed aloud at what he came across in his inventory. He covered up his glee with a scoff, "She's early. Package isn't due for another twos weeks."<br/><br/>He looked Kain over with narrowed eyes and a raised brow in suspicion. The guy was much bigger, and Chubs didn't think he could really make Kain leave, but he had to give it a go. "Why don't yous comes back then?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>Both Mgalekgolo were becoming impatient and frustrated with being locked up for so long. They wanted to be free, both wanted to join in battle even if that meant igniting one themselves. Lack of metal had their central nervous systems on edge. Zakara especially wanted to be free of the crate that held the myriad Lekgolo collectives. As a pod the Lekgolo felt it was time to crush something. The crate weakened with Zakara's constant tapping, but the colony stopped with the reappearing of Roger's voice. He spoke in sincerity and the two Mgalekgolo appreciated such things, but they remained unpersuaded of a master worth more than any Sangheili commander. If this leader was so grand why had she not shown up yet?<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Dexter<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>Flood 89 at Falaknuma Ship Docks<br/><hr/><br/>Being alone on Flood 89, Dexter was left to do what he pleased. Though his interests involved logging into the Falaknuma UNSC bases, he kept his distant as was Ressaw's specific request, though it broke down to more of a threat. Dexter had no intention of being broken down into smaller parts if he could help it, and the commander made it clear that if he wanted to keep it that way he would need to stay out of the UNSC's databases. So instead he scrolled through the DNA analysis and genetic readings the notebook at the booth had picked up and sent to the ship. Organics were simply astonishing and complex creatures. Molecules even if rearranged by one differential created something completely foreign from the last specimen.<br/><br/>The A.I. was in the midst of identifying the unique gene he hadn't recognized before involving a newly enlisted member when a message came through and interupted his research. Dexter looked into the encrypted message directed to Ressaw. She wasn't around so the robot thought it wouldn't hurt to check it out himself before he contacted the commander. Dexter found the message overall intriguing and it brought up questions he, himself, would like answered. He decided to look deeper. The message had spoken of several words that made the A.I. dig into the database located on Chubs' frigate at the other end of the docks. When he could confirm the message he would inform the captain.<br/>