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[It was a new world, and the task of the Master Chief remained focused on one thing only: The return to Earth to report what had happened. What followed in the Forward Unto Dawn was a battle against strange creatures, an escape as it overwhelmed him and Cortana... and then the arrival into a strange world connecting to many more.

He arrived into another world, with more alien figures -- this time ones that wished to help, even as they could overpower him.

Just now, after exiting the hall without speaking another word, he explores the city for only the most practical of purposes to both fight and find a way back to his universe. The defense of civilians, that would remain, and he would do what he could to keep them safe, but his utmost task would be the protection of humanity.

Wasting no time, as he walks through the streets alone, he speaks through the communicator.]

Where's the weapon store.

[In spite of his curt, sudden nature... his visor focuses on those he recognizes, are from people hailing from different universes. The same feeling that they didn't belong, the same overt body language or irritation at things being different. Even know, he wondered if there might be help in them, with what was happening.

And Spartans were adaptable.]

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[Due to knowing where to go, it is the Spartan who follows the small girl, already used to shortening his stride for smaller people.

To say he was of few words would be an understatement. He spoke when it was necessary: That was the nature of Spartans. His helmet was not something he removed, as the armor and himself were one. He had forever lived to be ready for combat, especially in here. And right now, with Cortana being the only person he knew, it continues to apply.

Even as his sight remained focused over her. He remains quiet to her request, only following her in silence.]

[Ami doesn't insist, anyway. Instead, she fills their brief trip through town with practical information, pointing out various notable shops and buildings along their path. When she seems to run out of these for a moment, she asks another question.]

Excuse me, but I don't know what I should call you.

[For a moment he doesn't answer, unsure of what to reply to that, remembering thinking he wouldn't ever have to answer that question. After so many years, the only answer he could give remained the same.]

Call me Master Chief.

[Rank. Nothing more. Everything else, classified.]

[It's a little surprising - but then it's not. After all, Ami realizes, if she were transformed right now, she'd insist upon being called Mercury, the title of her role rather than the name of the girl behind it.]

Master Chief, then. I'm pleased to meet you. [The size of the armored giant, apparently, isn't really intimidating to her. After all, she knows Makoto.]

[The statement puzzles him, especially knowing that no one in this world knew him -- he had no reputation, no propagandistic fame spread by Section Two... It was puzzling to hear this with absolutely no knowledge on who he really was, especially by the reactions he remembered from civilians, of awe and fear.

Knowing little on how to respond, in an unnoticeable delay only to normal humans, he nods to her in acknowledgment, and silence. His visor instead focuses on her face as he follows her.]

[There's a rather awkward silence between them for a few moments while one adjusts to social niceties and the other adjusts to the lack of them. In a way, Master Chief reminds Ami a little of Uranus: businesslike, practical, focused.

Luckily, they've come to the weapon shop by now - although she did warn him it might be disappointing, unlikely to have the type of weapons he uses and more likely to have ones he considers archaic. Weapons Ami considers archaic, too, really.]

Here it is. It's a small shop, but their stock is very good quality.

[The Spartan's visor scans the room as if he had been brought to the wrong weapon store, and yet realizing things were not as he expected. The varieties of these weapons, while physical, reminded him somewhat of the alien designs of the races of his world.]

What do you suggest?

[He can fight with anything -- and this world would force him to prove it.]

[Here, she answers him differently than might be expected of the genius schoolgirl. She regards the master chief quite seriously.]

That depends on your training and the type of weapon you find most comfortable.

[Or, don't ask her, she uses a harp.]

[His visor turns to her in a sudden movement, clearly surprised by her knowledge.

Then again, this world, much like the Forerunner, were always more than it seemed.]

Firearms.

[But not limited from explosives, hammers, swords, hand-to-hand...]

[If asked, she'd downplay her knowledge of combat, claiming it isn't much and that she only remembers fighting the Heartless here before.

The truth, of course, is that it comes from combat experience of her own - albeit of a very different sort than John's.]

That may be difficult, aside from possibly some basics. The weaponry here is more like swords and armor. [Still, nothing to be lost by looking.]

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