Mitch sighed and sat Matchsticks down. He sat down on the bench across from him. "Whoop-dy f**king do. I just lost my fiancée a couple hours ago. Remember the medic lady in New York? Yea. She's dead. I may not look it, but I am f**king torn." he looked up at Jake. "You have two more cigarettes on you?" he asked.
Jake chuckled, "I'm a Hellbringer, friend. Of course I have some!" he laughed silently as he gave two cigarettes to Mitch.
Mitch nodded as a thank you and lit them both. He gave the first one to Matchsticks and began to smoke the second. He coughed. "Oh man, this is the first time I've actually smoked." he said as he took a couple more puffs. "I know for a fact and also from your personal records that you have connections to some Rebel faction or something. But thinking about betraying anyone at a time like this? Because of a Spartan..." he raised a hand, gesturing to Russell, "...Honestly? Humanity has already lost and you and your little rebel group wanna add insult to injury? ...f**king A, man..." he finished, sighing and stepping on his cigarette. He stood up and rubbed his face. "Jesus, shit..." he looked at Matchsticks, "Go dry up. You have a wife waiting for you." he ordered, heading for the doorway. "I gotta go check on a couple people." and with that, he left.
"Looks like the war just hit him..." Jake said as he puffed his cigarette.
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By now, the main hanger of the Marathon Class Cruiser,
Beyond the Sea, had finally been organized for it's refugees. Among the scattered Pelican Dropships, UNSC and NYPD alike, were thousands of cots, matresses, and blankets were layed out for the refugees. An entire squad of Marines patrolled the hanger in loose formation as everyone got comfortable. One man was playing his acoustic guitar for his family. Another family was playing a card game. Even though Earth was gone, these people somehow seemed to move on with their lives.
Just went to show how that humanity can only fall so far until it had to go back up again.
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Mitch went back into the hanger and searched for Catherine. He managed to spot her and her daughter sitting on an air mattress with Meyrinn. They were both huddled up in one large blanket together. Mitch smiled and walked over to them. When he got there, Catherine was singing a lullaby to her sleeping daughter.
"Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your eyes
And when they open, the sun will rise
Here it’s safe, and here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet–
–and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away
Here it’s safe, and here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet–
– and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Here is the place where I love you."
Mitch sighed with ease as he sat down beside Catherine. He helped her tuck in Meyrinn and afterwards, the two sat at the side of the mattress. "You have a lovely singing voice." Mitch said.
Catherine blushed a little and stroked Meyrinn's hair as she slept. "Thank you... I normally don't do well when I saing in front of others."
Mitch laughed quietly as he played with Meyrinn's Sergeant Cap. "Well, you're still a beautiful singer, irregardless, Ms. Park."
"Please. Call me Catherine, Mitch."
"Heheh, alright then. Catherine." he smiled at her.
She smiled back and laughed a little. She fixed her glasses. "Is everything alright? You look a little uneasy." she asked, with a concerned look on her face.
Mitch looked up at her, with a happy, but awkward look. "Heh, just a little problem with a fellow soldier," he said, then raising his hands, "No fights! I asure you. We just had a little talk."
Catherine laughed. "Alright, if you say so." she replied as she kissed Mitch on the cheek. "Just try not to get in fights. I find it very uncool if someone picks a fight for no good reason."
Mitch blushed and chuckled. "Don't you worry then."
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Cassy took off her final piece of armour and stripeed out of her body glove and put on normal fatigues, a loose fitting gray tank top and black cargo pants. She looked into the mirror in her quartres and stared at herself for a good long time. Finnally, she stroked the faint mark of where the Elite shipmaster had slashed her. Across her right eye. Right down it. She still keeps the Energy Sword with her to remember that day.
The day she'd always trust Mitch no matter the decision.