Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

I'm sure they completed their mission and escaped. Dr. Halsey finished his words for him, without letting his worry and uneasiness show in his tone. John has never failed.

Yes, ma'am, Fred answered.

Everyone was silent for a moment, walking past a row of captured rebel flags. The flags were originally mounted under glass covers along the curved concrete walls, and most were embroidered with ornate emblems—family crests, blood-stained dragons, and charred cross swords. They are the remnants of the rebel forces that have been wiped out by the UNSC.

Dr. Halsey, said Fred, are you allowed to speak freely?

Permission, she replied. I'm not particular about etiquette, especially in this situation. Just tell me.

Madam, this invasion of the Covenant forces is a bit abnormal. Fred said to her, They won, but they did not burn the planet into glass, at least not completely - according to the information I have, they Only parts of the poles and low latitudes were bombarded.”

And they also have excavation equipment placed above this research center. Kelly added.

Strange, Dr. Halsey said, they've never been interested in humans or human technology— She stopped in front of a metal door large enough to drive through a Warthog troop carrier. .

She placed her hand on the palm scanner. Medical centre, she explained, then spoke the password into a nearby microphone: 'I will do no evil.'

The door opened with a bang.

The large room is filled with bright lights. Against the far wall are twelve medical diagnosis tables and a row of monitors. The lime-grey floor was polished and disinfected. The walls glowed with a faint pink glow. Seven doors lead to adjoining offices and an operating room with windows opening onto this central room.

Karmiya? she said. Report.

Yes, Doctor, her personal AI, Cortana's stand-in, replied, barely heard. I have prepared the personal medical files of the Spartans, and have also sent robots to the cold storage to collect spare plasma and other medical supplies, as well as some equipment to assist in removing their Mjolnir armor.

At the other end of the medical center, the door of the small employee-only elevator opened, and a robot slowly slid out. Its telescopic arms held two piles of bags filled with fluids, while several rows of instruments were neatly placed on its upper tray. middle.

Good, Dr. Halsey said. Continue to monitor the seismic activity overhead. Establish a link to the Spartan's physiological monitor, and then link the output to the monitor in operating room three.

She walked over to a table and a set of holographic displays buzzed to life. They float calmly before your eyes, with charts and numbers displayed on them like scrolls.

Give me a spotlight here, prepare a sterile area, and reduce the ambient light by 40%. Also, please play some Mahler's music, Second Symphony.

Yes, Doctor. Music drifted from the speakers.

Dr. Halsey studied the chart carefully and tapped the small portrait icon to bring up the MRI image of the Spartan's internal structure - the holographic bones, organs and muscles slowly rotated on the monitor.

She frowned when she saw their injuries.

Fred, your Achilles tendon was strained, three ribs were broken, and two kidneys were moderately ruptured. She glanced at the data of the remaining members, and after thinking about it for a while, she said to him: You are fine.

William, one of your tibias is broken and there is some internal bleeding. Apply some self-healing foam to the wound and avoid strenuous exercise for the next two days. She turned to face Fred and William, You two are in the best condition. I I want you to go to the Lambda area on the light green layer to pick up some things.

Yes, ma'am, said Fred.

Halsey turned to look at Jun, who was almost unscathed. There is a data chip in the crimson layer. Go get it back. Kalmiya will guide you.

Okay, doctor. Jun started immediately.

Please go this way. Kalmia said, and a door leading deeper into the base opened.

Although Dr. Halsey is only a civilian, the Spartans have always recognized her authority. Maybe it's because she is on an equal footing with the commanders and generals of the fleet who have always been interested in the results of her work. Maybe it's not just because of this.

She wondered if the Spartans viewed her as something like a mother. Although the thought made her happy, she wondered if they considered all Spartans to be family and not just her.

William took a can of self-healing foam from the robot and inserted the tip of the needle into the tiny injection port in the armor—through the muscle between the fourth and fifth ribs. Then, he injected the self-healing foam into the abdominal cavity, which has three functions: coagulation, antibacterial, and tissue regeneration.

Is it cold? Dr. Halsey asked.

It's no big deal, ma'am.

She nodded without saying too much about William's courage. She always kept her admiration for the Spartans deep in her heart. The last thing she wanted to do was make them feel special. They get enough special treatment from others.

Dr. Halsey picked up a clipboard, typed some entries into its display, and handed it to Fred.

Some new weapons arrived for field testing last week, she told him, as well as some components for the V-shaped Mjolnir armor system. We will use them to replace your damaged components. Kalmia, Please show them the way into the restricted area.

Yes, doctor. Kalmiya said, and the door to the medical room slowly opened. This way.

Fred studied the entries on the clipboard. Very, very good, he said, his joy palpable. He nodded, gave his teammates a long look, and left with Will. Dr. Halsey looked back at the medical data on the monitor.

Winn, you have a strained deltoid muscle, three broken fingers, and a herniated disc. Isaac, you have a ruptured internal organ, two shoulder discolorations, and pinched blood vessels due to a misalignment. Daisy, You suffered a comminuted fracture of your femur and a minor rupture of your spleen.”

I will treat you later. I first want you to survey the various paths here and come up with further perimeter defense plans.

Yes, ma'am, they replied, took one look at Kelly, and left.