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Charon sat in his temporary quarters inside one of the few MAC stations orbiting Earth's atmosphere. He was recently shipped here for now, but only until tommorow, when he would be picked up again. Choking down his MRE bar(Like eating those were the best part of the UNSC..), Charon grabbed his pistol and Battle rifle, put on his Black Flak, and headed out the mechanical door. The place was busy, especially near the dock bay area, where marines, technical personal, and even a Sangheili or two were rushing to wherever they needed to go. With the alliance in place with the split lips, Separists ships and UNSC were allowed to dock for supplies and repairs(Big one), and... Heck, a lot of ships came througth here. they were all waiting for the covies to show up... Just biding time... This area of the station was... Noisy to say the least, so Charon decided to go somewhere quiter. Wandering around, Charon eventually reached the sitting area. The metal chrome like room connected to several hallways that led to other parts of the station, and Charon chose to sit down on a bench, enjoying the quiet and plants brought from Earth as he grabbed the rifle from the magnetic strap from his back, and preceded tpo take the pieces apart, cleaning and polishing, then putting the gun back together again. The process took about 5 minutes for both his battle rifle and magnum. Strapping the pistol to his side and strapping the rifle to his back, Charon sighed as he realized he was allready done maintaining his equipment. He was bored... He considered heading down to the practice range, but frankly Charon wasn't that interested in getting lost for the 3rd time... Blasted Station was huge... Not to mention he didn't really feel like asking directions... So he sat, staring at the wall in thoughtful silence.
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Valkyrie(open)
