Breathing slowly, she watched the stars outside the small window.  There was a feeling of restlessness on board ships, and Adelaine, or Addie, as most knew her- hated being where she was not useful.  As a Spartan III, she and her comrades were a whole other class of special.  The training they're been taken brutally through from a young age had adapted their bodies into machines.  They moved faster, thought quicker and reacted instantaneously to situations where their lives were at stake.  Addie had forgotten how old she was now, and how many missions she had been on since Reach.  It did not matter really, only the current mission, the here and now.  Her facial expression behind the face plate of her helmet was grim- ready for Death.<br/><br/>She stepped through a doorway, always feeling the urge to duck when she passed through them.  In the MJOLNIR armor, she stood seven plus feet tall. Her black armor was dull in the overhead lights, devoid of symbol or other.  It swallowed most light, not giving off much of a reflection at this point in time.  Addie moved surefooted through the decks towards the briefing room.  As concentrated as she was, one of the other Spartans on deck was not.  She put up her hands, slowing his forward motion with a bump- barely using any strength as it was.  Face plate to face plate, she nodded to him, accepting his words.  Returning the smile with a flick of her fingers, she stepped aside for him to enter first.<br/><br/>Eyes on the hallway, she waited.  Everyone was gathering- albeit slowly at that but she soon saw the second Spartan she was watching for.  With Lance present, she followed him into the room.  He was one of the few that walked around sans helmet.  She did not, for want of not being stared at by the ODSTs and marines like she had two heads.  They didn't like the Spartans, and she tried not to rile them any further when forced to catch a ride somewhere via cruiser.