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{-Personal log, LCpl Judas T. Morrison. Date Log Created: November 9th 2548}

I mentioned in the previous log how Farrah and I had...talked during our time in the infirmary. It was mostly during the late night/early morning hours when we couldn't sleep and medical staff weren't around. We had no idea if the infirmary had been bugged or if someone was listening but considering we were headed to ONI HQ I think we both expected a sour outcome to put it politely. I remember a lot of staring at the ceiling and counting the number of electrical wires over and over and over to pass the time but once Farrah opened up to me it was all I could think about. Call me whipped if you want but no one is going to read this anyway. I'm keeping this log hidden and I'm not going to submit it to the doc. Maybe that'll piss someone off and get me in trouble but I don't care; I've got a lot of feelings right now and I don't have anyone else to tell. At least writing these makes me feel like someone on the other end is listening. Maybe that's just another voice in the back of my head or...I don't know. Anyway, mumbo jumbo aside,... Things got serious between the two of us.

At first the talks were simple like asking what we were thinking about. We both tried to lie but there was no hiding it. Both of us were still reeling in pain, fear, and a whole lot of other emotions from the day inside that hellish facility. Eventually Farrah just let it all out, gushing at like two in the morning I think. As Sandover's second in command she felt directly responsible for not doing more to try and save her. Just like I froze when Vega was lost, she had the same exact reaction I did. I didn't interrupt her to say it at the time of course but once she had spoken her mind I came back around to the topic. She expressed extreme doubt in herself that she'd let down whoever ended up being appointed our new squad leader. I told her that she was being too hard on herself and that in times like these all you could do was your best. As sincerely as I could I reassured her that she was one of the best soldiers that I knew and I was confident that she could get through this. Despite our rocky first impressions with each other I had grown to respect her, admire her, and...even love her. I wasn't dumb enough to say it at that time but I waited until after the debrief on Reach.

Once we were officially debriefed and practically conditioned by ONI brass not to breathe a word about the previous mission, the two of us were granted four weeks shore leave to recover from our injuries while Command discussed our reassignment. I think Captain Vassão was also planetside for a good portion of that discussing current developments with the war that would most certainly pertain to the near future of my career. For now though...I was perfectly content to drown out my sorrows-literally. Coincidentally both of us spent our time at the bar on base at Camp Salvation a few miles outside of New Alexandria. They didn’t want us roaming off too far so they set us up inside a cushy military base that encompassed military housing as well as recreational amenities. I suppose this place had been a bit more useful before the Human-Covenant war but...I wasn’t complaining about the chance to kick back here.

Farrah and I had a few nights spent at the bar for sure, most of them somber and depressing as we toasted to our fallen comrades. It might have sounded somehow selfish to only do so for Vega and Sandover so we sat there, recalling every squadmate we'd outlived, then taking a shot for each one. The list wasn't short-I can tell you that. Despite all this we eventually made it to a happier note. One night in our second week there, we were grabbing dinner at the bar-and I don't really remember if either of us had much to drink-but Farrah was oddly flirty. Usually she just likes to tease me for the hell of it but this time it seemed like there was more to it. The two of us kept talking and flirting and finally one thing led to another. I surely wouldn't admit this in an official log and this wasn't the first time Farrah and I… "fraternized" but this time it was special, on a whole different level. That night was just… so amazing and it's one of the good memories as of late that I want to hold on to.

I know this one is purely for me but I'll spare all the details; no sense kissing and telling anyway. One more point to note about our leave was that we got to know a fellow soldier on base, a peculiar one at that. Her name was Zaya Feng and we met at the shooting range on base. There was only so much time we could spend drowning our sorrows in the local bar so eventually we went to do something we knew we enjoyed-shooting things. It was quite hard to miss Zaya too-she had to be well over six feet tall. I don't want to sound like an ass but it was a surprise to see a woman taller and somewhat beefier than Farrah. There were quite a few badass chicks in the Corp but Zaya seemed to be in a league of her own. She was quiet but knew how to handle herself so I didn't tease her about it. Since there weren't many others using the range that day, conversation was inevitable. I introduced myself and then Farrah, and we ended up swapping stories as all soldiers usually do. Zaya didn't seem too talkative about herself or her prior MOS but despite her quiet demeanor she seemed eager to get to know fellow soldiers. I wasn't going to pry since we all have our painful memories-and government secrets as I've recently discovered the hard way-but she did talk about how she's a well-rounded rifleman and close quarters specialist. Beyond that it was just a few personal details we shared back and forth before calling it a day.

The rest of my time off duty is gonna be spent mainly just kicking back and letting the medicine do its thing. Breaking bones is never fun but I couldn't imagine what people went through years ago without the medical advancements we have today. I guess that about sums it up to be honest; nothing really interesting happened beyond that. I'll be back with more when it's time to report for duty but until then…it's nothing but good drinks, good music, and sunsets for me.

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(Please make sure to read through if you like fanfic! And don't forget to follow me on twitter too! Your support means the world! )

{-Personal log, LCpl Judas T. Morrison. Date Log Created: November 9th 2548}

I mentioned in the previous log how Farrah and I had...talked during our time in the infirmary. It was mostly during the late night/early morning hours when we couldn't sleep and medical staff weren't around. We had no idea if the infirmary had been bugged or if someone was listening but considering we were headed to ONI HQ I think we both expected a sour outcome to put it politely. I remember a lot of staring at the ceiling and counting the number of electrical wires over and over and over to pass the time but once Farrah opened up to me it was all I could think about. Call me whipped if you want but no one is going to read this anyway. I'm keeping this log hidden and I'm not going to submit it to the doc. Maybe that'll piss someone off and get me in trouble but I don't care; I've got a lot of feelings right now and I don't have anyone else to tell. At least writing these makes me feel like someone on the other end is listening. Maybe that's just another voice in the back of my head or...I don't know. Anyway, mumbo jumbo aside,... Things got serious between the two of us.

At first the talks were simple like asking what we were thinking about. We both tried to lie but there was no hiding it. Both of us were still reeling in pain, fear, and a whole lot of other emotions from the day inside that hellish facility. Eventually Farrah just let it all out, gushing at like two in the morning I think. As Sandover's second in command she felt directly responsible for not doing more to try and save her. Just like I froze when Vega was lost, she had the same exact reaction I did. I didn't interrupt her to say it at the time of course but once she had spoken her mind I came back around to the topic. She expressed extreme doubt in herself that she'd let down whoever ended up being appointed our new squad leader. I told her that she was being too hard on herself and that in times like these all you could do was your best. As sincerely as I could I reassured her that she was one of the best soldiers that I knew and I was confident that she could get through this. Despite our rocky first impressions with each other I had grown to respect her, admire her, and...even love her. I wasn't dumb enough to say it at that time but I waited until after the debrief on Reach.

Once we were officially debriefed and practically conditioned by ONI brass not to breathe a word about the previous mission, the two of us were granted four weeks shore leave to recover from our injuries while Command discussed our reassignment. I think Captain Vassão was also planetside for a good portion of that discussing current developments with the war that would most certainly pertain to the near future of my career. For now though...I was perfectly content to drown out my sorrows-literally. Coincidentally both of us spent our time at the bar on base at Camp Salvation a few miles outside of New Alexandria. They didn’t want us roaming off too far so they set us up inside a cushy military base that encompassed military housing as well as recreational amenities. I suppose this place had been a bit more useful before the Human-Covenant war but...I wasn’t complaining about the chance to kick back here.

Farrah and I had a few nights spent at the bar for sure, most of them somber and depressing as we toasted to our fallen comrades. It might have sounded somehow selfish to only do so for Vega and Sandover so we sat there, recalling every squadmate we'd outlived, then taking a shot for each one. The list wasn't short-I can tell you that. Despite all this we eventually made it to a happier note. One night in our second week there, we were grabbing dinner at the bar-and I don't really remember if either of us had much to drink-but Farrah was oddly flirty. Usually she just likes to tease me for the hell of it but this time it seemed like there was more to it. The two of us kept talking and flirting and finally one thing led to another. I surely wouldn't admit this in an official log and this wasn't the first time Farrah and I… "fraternized" but this time it was special, on a whole different level. That night was just… so amazing and it's one of the good memories as of late that I want to hold on to.

I know this one is purely for me but I'll spare all the details; no sense kissing and telling anyway. One more point to note about our leave was that we got to know a fellow soldier on base, a peculiar one at that. Her name was Zaya Feng and we met at the shooting range on base. There was only so much time we could spend drowning our sorrows in the local bar so eventually we went to do something we knew we enjoyed-shooting things. It was quite hard to miss Zaya too-she had to be well over six feet tall. I don't want to sound like an ass but it was a surprise to see a woman taller and somewhat beefier than Farrah. There were quite a few badass chicks in the Corp but Zaya seemed to be in a league of her own. She was quiet but knew how to handle herself so I didn't tease her about it. Since there weren't many others using the range that day, conversation was inevitable. I introduced myself and then Farrah, and we ended up swapping stories as all soldiers usually do. Zaya didn't seem too talkative about herself or her prior MOS but despite her quiet demeanor she seemed eager to get to know fellow soldiers. I wasn't going to pry since we all have our painful memories-and government secrets as I've recently discovered the hard way-but she did talk about how she's a well-rounded rifleman and close quarters specialist. Beyond that it was just a few personal details we shared back and forth before calling it a day.

The rest of my time off duty is gonna be spent mainly just kicking back and letting the medicine do its thing. Breaking bones is never fun but I couldn't imagine what people went through years ago without the medical advancements we have today. I guess that about sums it up to be honest; nothing really interesting happened beyond that. I'll be back with more when it's time to report for duty but until then…it's nothing but good drinks, good music, and sunsets for me.