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Moir ignored the derisive newbie remark i just need to prove myself... she thought as she went into parade rest. Moira shrugged "standard...prefer sniper or shotgun, enjoy hand to hand. don't expect me to name things, but i can make 'em work" she said, resisting the urge to tap her helmet to see if her latest project was working. instead she manipulated the screen and took in the data "hmm...not meaning to be rude...heavens, anything but!...but i need to finish something..." she said, looking over her shoulder at the warthog behind her "the steering sticks and responses aren't quite up to date and tuned"

Her hand was on the trigger. Her tonue sticking out awkardly to show her complete concentration. Roya slightly shifted her sniper to the left and grinned as she pressed on the tirgger. With near-perfection accuracy, Royas bullet shot through five apples in the center, and slicing them in half. She picked up an apple slice and bit into it happily. She very much wished to join the SPARTANs, Or some sort of group. She was fully aware of the skills they needed. She crossed her arms impaitently, and growled. Having nothing for a living, Really. Sucks.

moira caught the sniper in an absent-minded fashion as she automatically checked its conditions and parts; diagnosis? older, but well cared for and kept care of. she would need to work on it though. she kept watching the civilian as she automatically slid the safety to the right position and holstered it on her back with muscle memory "actually, i could use an assistant...a gopher, if nothing else" she said absently, sounding almost dreamy; but this was a deception, hiding a quick and successfully unorthodox mind that let her finish the program early though she considered herself far from being a prodigy. she just was able to grasp concepts quickly and apply them with a high success rate, but didn't consider herself special because she could never explain what she was doing...only with her concept sketches, but those worked with her mind, so she could rarely get someone to understand them. she looked at richard "sure you don't want to see my qualification sir?"

"I don't need to see any qualification, you're on my team now. So we have to look out for each other." he said. "Rayne, give her the basics about our squad."

Richard looked over at Moira. "Don't worry about her. She gives all of the new squad members a hard time. Meet us in the hanger in about 15 minutes. We leave then." he said.

(yeah XD wait until mine remembers details or notices something urs doesnt XD like about the gear... >.> lol)

moira shrugged, having heard the comment. she started the recording application, for further review. she leaned lightly against the warthog and stared at rayne through her one-way pitch-black visor, after another salute as the twic left, she worked some more on the 'hog. five minutes later she breezed into the hanger, the warthog now almost completely silent and with second-reaction time driving. moira propped her legs against the door and waited where she had parked the thing out of the way to take a short and light nap.

Richard just got off the com with command. A pelican drop ship landed in the bay. "Delta team! MOve out!" he yelled. Climbing into the back of the Peli.