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[ TEXT ] SENDING OUT AN S.O.S. TO THE WORLD

Quick Check in for Members of Project Freelancer, the UNSC, and our mutual associates- or anyone that wants to get word out about themselves having changed or not changed or...whatever. Has questions? This is Agent York and Delta, so far we're unaffected by this time ripple thing. Connie, North, Wash, Grif, Chief, Theta, Cortana, Locus, Azucar, Parker, Pidge, Fareeha, Amélie - and anyone else I'm forgetting, shoot me a text back, alright?

I'll deliver pancakes and blankets or other care package items if needed. If you'd rather come talk in person swing by my habitat, I'll be hanging in the bar. Directions are below. Also, Jason- buddy? Swing by, I feel like I owe you a beer.

[ In neat green lines there's a little holographic map showing how to get to York's dive bar from the recipient's current location, wherever they might be. ]

Specific refreshments are available upon request.

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[ This is definitely originating from the Master Chief's comm. But it also definitely does not sound like him. The cadence is right, the gruffness, but it's lighter than it should be. ]

UNSC reporting. Who's in charge here?

[ He is outside the chain of command oh god this is the worst. ]

[Cortana gives herself a few milliseconds to do the AI equivalent of closing the door of her office and screaming before she responds...over his helmet radio, not the Legion omnicomms.]

Spartan. We need to talk.

[She makes very, very sure his HUD is displaying her true IFF data; Cortana's not above using the family resemblance to her advantage, but she's not going to pretend to be Halsey. Well, not with John. She'd absolutely pull that trick on a non-Spartan.]

[ She can feel him startle. John's been augmented for a little over a year, though, and has already mastered the impulse to move. It exists as a flicker of neural activity, a tension across his shoulders, then dissipates.

An AI. ONI. Oh thank god. He's disoriented and lost and finally something is familiar. ]

What's happening?

[ What's happening is it's 2526, Circinius IV is burning, and he needs to get back to Blue Team now. ]

[Even if the much younger John had the proper neural implant to interface with her, the Mark IV isn't designed to hold her. Cortana's more or less just leaning through the metaphorical window to keep an eye on the armor functions...and grab the logs while she's here.

2526. The Circinius IV disaster, to be precise. God, he thinks WINTER CONTINGENCY is still in effect.]

Severe temporal distortions.

[This would be easier if he'd had enough socialization for pop culture. At least he spent an impressionable decade being trained to believe everything said in Halsey and thus Cortana's voice is gospel. That should help...right up until it makes things worse.]

We've both been pulled out of normal spacetime. We are functionally outside time as far as the universe is concerned. Your logs indicate you're deployed to Circinius IV. No time is passing for the rest of Blue Team, Petty Officer. They'll be fine.

[No, she can't read his mind, but she doesn't have to.]

[ That sounds so incredibly fake, but also he is being told this by an ONI AI and all the codes check out.

He doesn't relax much, though. ]

How do I get back?

[ Do they know how to get him back? If not, he'll find out. The pieces are clicking together for John.

The AI's voice is bothering him, it's too familiar, but he's completely dug in on the other concern first. ]

[Cortana sighs, much closer to her normal, casual self. Yes, Chie--John, she knows how fake it sounds.]

For the moment? Wait. Right now the spacetime continuum is like unnavigably high seas. We can't do anything but wait for the waves to die down.

[And then he'll snap right back to hell. Cortana's not sure how she feels about that. The galaxy needs him, but he is going to pay dearly to buy all their lives...and he wouldn't thank her for interfering.]

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I'm just supposed to sit here?

[ John disapproves and is, for a moment, very very very fifteen. ]

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[Cortana snorts. Like she didn't just have a long, totally calm and not at all freaked out discussion with York about how to keep a young John sane for the length of his stay.]

Give me a little credit, Spartan. The training facilities here are excellent, and there are extensive artificial biomes if you're more interested in challenging the environment than an opposing force.

[She then gets much less Halsey and more herself:]

You desperately need a firmware upgrade, anyway, and that'll take some acclimation time.

[Nothing against her creator circa 2526, but Cortana's got a quarter-century of Mjolnir improvements to work from, and she can give even the earliest iteration of the Mark IV a nice tuneup.]

[ Well. That's weird. ]

It was current four days ago.

[ He'd accept that maybe something new ha been put together quickly, but the desperately seems odd. ]

[Yes, partly it's that she's from ~the future~, but also: Cortana really is just that much of a finicky perfectionist.]

Yeah...I'm a better programmer than Dr. Halsey.

[Sorry Mom but it's true.]

You sound like her.

[ He's... feeling this situation out. John knows how smart AI's are made, and that's sort of worrying now that he's established nothing is on fire right now. ]

Yes. And yes, I'm a full smart AI, but Dr. Halsey's fine. She's way too valuable to the war effort for the UNSC to risk any harm coming to her, her brain's still safely inside her head where it belongs...and beyond that, you don't need to know the details.

[He might be able to figure them out, though.

It really is a sign of how desperate they were during the late war years that no one questioned the smart AI who was a near-twin of the still-living Catherine Halsey.]

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Good.

[ And he's off and chewing that over. ONI doesn't think he needs the details, fine, but that doesn't mean he's not curious. There's always a certain satisfaction in figuring out something people don't want him to know, even if those people aren't the enemy.

But for now... ]

I'll... train.

[ Fine, he'll go to his room and play with his toys, but you can't make him like it. ]

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[That is the most petulant thing Cortana has ever heard come out of John's mouth, and it throws her for a nanosecond or two. He's so young.]

Well. There's also the cafeteria.

[She knows you like dessert, kid.]

I'll be advised, ma'am.

[ ...That does make things a little better, though. ]

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Pretty sure I'm the highest ranked UNSC NCO on hand at the moment. Sergeant Murray, speaking.

[ Delta, dear that he is, offers the somewhat outdated IFF data required to add some weight to the claim. It's- he doesn't think about it, just falls in to habits he gave up decades ago. ]

Overall? Different story. We've been working with a non-militant organization, that info I've got in a briefing packet.

Sir.

[ A sergeant. Well, good goddamn. John's rank is the naval answer to a corporal, York and Delta have him. Cortana's IFF is even further out from his point in the timeline than theirs, and if it isn't causing problems, they have nothing to worry about. ]

Petty Officer Third Class SPARTAN-117 reporting.

[ His existence is classified, he hopes this strange sarge is clear to know about him. This could get super awkward. ]

I've been contacted by an AI named Cortana. She's... explained some aspects of the situation. I'd appreciate any intel you have, Sir.

[ Don't call him chief, don't call him chief, don't call him chief. ]

Cortana's ONI and trustworthy, I can tell you that much 117. [ It should be weird how easy it is to fall back to this, but it isn't. ] Report to the location provided in the map attached to this broadcast and I'll walk you through the details.

[ There is a brief silence as "never trust a spook" flickers through John's mind. He may have been raised as part of an ONI project, but that only strengthens the axiom.

But they're on the same side of the war, and even if ONI is lying to him about something? They have a reason for it. He just hopes that if that's the case, it's not a reason that will get him and his team killed. ]

Affirmative.

[ Openly navigating the halls of the space station feels wrong, he's too exposed. He finds himself creeping a little, checking corridors for people and using his map and motion tracker to avoid them on his way to the hab deck. But one way or another, S-117 will report. ]

[ He doesn't really have the time to pull anything resembling a proper briefing room out of his ass, even if Delta's sure they can code one on the sly- part of understanding Legion World is tied up in the habitats, the lengths that are gone to for the members of the Legion. To keep them comfortable, to keep them busy.

So the bar is- well. Unchanged. The screens where he and Delta compile data are larger in an effort to look at least a little more serious but a long walk up through what looks like a dirt road in the middle of texas grassland is still a relatively laid back experience. York opens the door for John and- jesus. Even as a kid? Huge. ]

Come in, grab a seat, Delta's got the packet ready for you.

[ No uniform, no dogtags, but the posture's right. The clipped cadence that drags his usual drawl inward till it's hammered flat and firm is all the proof of rank he's got, but it might be enough. ]

[ This... well. Murray did say "bar" in the first post, didn't he? The habitat deck is wild.

John eyes the offered seat speculatively. ]

Will it hold my suit, sir?

[ This is the voice of a kid who has definitely, definitely broken a chair by now because he wasn't thinking about it. He's a super soldier, but there's just a flicker of a normal teenaged boy in there worrying about embarrassing himself in front of someone important. ]

[ Delta does some quick calculations before sending the info to York; and damn they build things pretty solid here in the vegan space future. ]

It'll hold. Delta?

[ The AI is back to his fully armored holographic appearance to give a little more weight to their illusion, flickering to life at the bar just at John's elbow. ]

[ Reassured, John sits. He eyes Delta, not quite able to mask his curiosity. True smart AIs choose their appearances, and that another one knows enough about MJOLNIR to make an approximation is very interesting. He tips his head in acknowledgment before looking back to York. ]

Alright. I'm ready.

[ Please inform him, he has a feeling it's going to be a long day. ]

[ It's a dense compilation of code Delta sends to 117's comm; a rundown of the Legion, of their purpose, of the whole 'you're a hero, John' thing. The time ripple explanation has helpful charts with York using himself as an example- though it probably doesn't clear everything up? It's a good starting point. ]

The situation's ongoing. We're still updating what we have as more information becomes available. Your infopacket will automatically update as we add or edit details.

[ John reads quickly, then nods. ]

Understood.

[ He hesitates a little, though. It's just kind of hard to believe a lot of it. The Covenant showing up had been a total bolt from the blue, sure, but at least that was plausible. But here he has multiple sources that should be trustworthy telling him about alternate worlds and time travel and superheroes.

It's also semi-distressing that his code name is a rank he does not have. It feels so wrong. ]

I'm to... sit tight and wait?

[ That also feels so wrong. ]

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