This One Just Became a Leadership Conversation

[prettycoolguy]

This is Spartan One-One-Seven broadcasting on an unknown communications array.

[ A few members of the team have seen the Master Chief around, but he hasn't made major contact before now. For most of the group, it's the first time they've seen this scarred face. And for one of them, it's far from the first. ]

I understand that this is a different world than the one I come from, and we have no way to return until we accomplish an... objective.

[ An objective that they all have only vaguely heard about from a weird hallucination. He doesn't have to say that part. They already know. ]

This being the case, I'm offering my skills.

I have significant experience leading teams on a variety of ops. I can work longterm on terrain like this. You can count on me in a fight.

But first of all, I do need to know who's in charge of this outfit.

[ Bless his entire heart. ]

Comments

[headcheerbleeder]

This is ridiculous.

[Caroline shows up on the network, looking quite annoyed and smug at the same time, as if she's both disappointed in everyone and certain that she's there to rescue them from themselves.]

Everyone get off your stupid magical cellphones and join me at the Heartstone. Stacia and I made cushions. We're going to hash this out like the adult vampires, werewolves, fairies, aliens, humans and anything else that we are.

[hellbentley]

...I'd appreciate if someone sets up one of their mirrors and enlarges it.

The stone's a mite too holy for it agree with me.

I'm going to have to teleconference in.

[headcheerbleeder]

[Caroline turns her mirror so it faces the area around the Heartstone, where all the little seats are set up, and enlarges it for Crowley with brisk efficiency.]

Done. Totally understand how that goes.