User:SPARTAN Rogue 177/Preview: Halo: SPARTANs see Rogue

Rogue wrapped her arms around her knees, she glared at the fire, then at the reflection in John's face plate. She felt him staring back at her, and so their little contest began. For some odd reason, she got the vibe he didn't like her. Malcolm seemed to be the only one around who was sitting beside her, she glanced at Linda in the trees, and Fred and Kelly were on patrol, whatever good it'd do. Rogue closed her eyes, her black pants were splattered with blood, her black jacket was tattered in scourched, she still had her blades attashed to her side, and her magnum was holstered out of sight, on her belt looped over her neck. Despite having two layers on, Rogue still felt very exposed. She still didn't understand why she was there, the covy had had her in cryostasis for some reason, and John had told her it had something to do with genetic alteration.

John moved for the first time in over an hour, he stood, then spoke, "Rogue, get some sleep."

Rogue nearly snickered, "That's not going to happen, sir."

John's helmet tilted down.

Rogue could feel his anger for her refusal.

"Thats an order, 177."

Rogue sighed, then laid down, and looked up at the stars.

"Malcolm, go check out the flicker to the south, Linda, you with him," John ordered.

Rogue peeked an eye open.

"John, you sure thats an idea, you'll be alone," Linda whispered.

I heard that... Rogue growled in her mind.

"No, 177 will have my back, it needs to be checked out," John ordered.

Rogue leaned up, as they left the camp, "Sir?"

John took a large stick, and stoked the fire.

"Sir, was there really a flicker on your scanner?" Rogue asked.

"There wasn't," he confirmed, before sitting back down on the stump.

Rogue walked over, "I'm going to asume you have something to say, sir."

"I do, 177..." He paused, then looked at her, "Be careful."

"Sir?" Rogue asked.

"Just be careful, Rogue. Don't be so quick to act... you need to think. Running straight into it will never bring you a victory, and you need to know the differences," he said.

"Differences, sir?" Rogue whispered.

"My trainer, Chief Mendez told me before I left his command... There are lives wasted, and lives spent. There's a difference, our lives are lives spent... but that doesn't mean its too late for it to be wasted. I've looked at your file, 177. You've been suicidale, and have welcomed death for a while. Be careful, 177. Don't let you life become wasted," John told her.

Rogue blinked... what was he trying to tell her? She still didn't understand...