The big blue and gold armored Spartan II began sweating, as the dreams intensified and turned more and more violent. It wasn't just one battle that he was dreaming about now. It was<em>all</em>of them. The battles mixed and swam randomly throughout his head, making the experience that much worse. Soon Gladiator awakened to Valkyrie's prompting, his reflexes kicked in immediately. He grabbed up his DMR in one smooth movement and aimed it at first at Valkyrie, then at door of the bus when he recognized her as an ally. The movement ripping the seat that he had been laying in to shreds. Valkyrie thankfully had moved to a safe distance. "Sorry about that. Nightmares" Gladiator said simply running a gloved hand over his face and wiping the sweat away. The image of Alexandria City's streets on Reach flooded with blood from his dream, remained in his head. For a moment he thought he was going to be sick but, fortunately it didn't get that far.<br/><br/>Valkyrie told him that she was going to rack in three hours of sleep and that afterward she'd be ready to search for Patric. Gladiator nodded and put on his helmet, set his alarm for three hours from now, and turned on the night-vision on his HUD "Rodger that. I'll wake you before if anything comes up. Pleasant dreams." He watched as she moved to the back of the bus, noticing that she had a nicely curving figure. She leaned against a wall, and few minutes later she removed her helmet, revealing short dark hair and grey eyes. He took a quick look outside, scanning their surroundings to make sure no one was sneaking up on them before looking back to Valkyrie, and examining her features. She was actually very beautiful, not a scar on her face. That fact alone made her either impressively skilled, or almost new to the Spartan program. Since he'd heard of her before, he went with<em>impressively skilled</em>. Twenty minutes later, while Valkyrie was asleep, Gladiator removed his helmet with a sigh, taking the opportunity to enjoy fresh air while nothing was happening.<br/><br/>Quiet moments like this was a rarity and each one had to be savored. They never lasted long. He needed more sleep but, they were in an exposed position at the moment. He needed to remain awake. For about two hours, his sense of duty and responsibility, coupled with checking their perimeter through the sights of his Sniper Rifle, kept his eyes from drooping but, after that he needed to do something to keep himself awake. Quiet was nice but, it was also incredibly boring after awhile. He leaned forward and crouch crawled his way to the kicked in door to make himself smaller, and sat down in the aisle beside the front two seats. He took his helmet off again and looked inside the piece of armor. He used the moonlight that drifted in through the doorway but, couldn't see anything wrong on the interior. The Spartan II turned the helmet around slowly in his hand and examined it's shape. The damage was extensive. He'd never be able to use HR/RS sniper attachment that was positioned on the top of his helmet again, it had been smashed and the components inside were shattered.<br/><br/>He could hear them rattle around inside when he moved the helmet in his hand. The section of the helmet where the comms were installed had a good sized gash in it, wiring and chips exposed but, at-least they were serviceable based on their appearance.<em>Now if we only had a tech</em>he thought wryly, giving a small amused smile. He set the helmet in his lap and looked past the plasma scarred windshield of the bus, and into the night sky. At times like this, when the world was at peace, it was hard to imagine that there was a war raging. A light from his helmet caught his attention and he regretfully tore his gaze away from the star studded sky. The alarm had gone off.<em>Time to move</em>he thought grimly. He put his feet underneath him and walked to the back of the bus to wake Valkyrie.<br/><br/>Gladiator stepped closer, reaching a hand out to grab her shoulder to gently wake her but, then hesitated. He looked at her for a moment, taking in every detail as she slept peacefully in her seat, her hand on her weapon. He smiled and put a hand on her shoulder as he gently shook her and whispered loud enough for her to hear "Hey. Valkyrie. Sorry to wake you but, it's time to move."