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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! Mikaelis belongs to @CrackedFullmoon ! Mel Crawford belongs to Dral_Marev !)

{-Personal log, LCpl Judas T. Morrison. Date Log Created: December 24th 2548}

It's a bit awkward to detail the events of what happened after I got caught by the PMC guys but even after my recent reassignment to Mikaelis' team, I'm still under orders from the docs to keep writing these. As per usual I will start at the top. When I woke up after having my lights knocked out, I found myself strapped to a chair with a bag over my head. The room smelled damp and old, making me wonder just who these people were-and why they wanted us. I wasn't sure how long I'd been out but I doubted I was offworld. My body didn't feel the effects of artificial gravity and if you spent enough time in space-military training added-you just knew. Just as anyone would expect from a situation like this, I was roused from unconsciousness by a few wonderful slaps to the face and a gruff voice making demands. They'd barely done anything at that point but it sucked and I knew it'd suck even more...just didn't imagine it would suck as badly as it did in reality. I found myself alone with no knowledge of where my squadmates were and it was likely my captors would lie and say they were dead or being tortured to get info out of me. I knew better than to believe anything they were saying, even if it ended up true in the end. Each of us knew what could happen when we signed up for the job and none of us would willingly give up our brothers and sisters.

At first, the man interrogating me started with asking who I was and who I worked for. There was still no mention of the others so I had hope that maybe Farrah and Mel would rescue me. I didn't answer any questions I was asked of course, no matter how innocuous they seemed. This wasn't exactly an innocuous situation but you get my meaning. The thought that these were undercover UEG personnel crossed my mind but telling a captor you're part of the military isn't always a good idea, especially if they turn out to be your enemy. It wasn't worth the risk to spill info and I knew that. Furthermore, I was more afraid of what Mikaelis might do if I said anything. ONI wasn't a group I wanted to upset, even if they weren't the ones using me as a punching bag at the time. I'd been trained to withstand a fair amount of torture during my days as a Marine though and while the Covenant weren't usually known for taking prisoners to gain information it wasn't unheard of. This guy was no Sangheili, but he still packed quite a wallop.

The guy kept asking the same things over and over, hoping I'd break I guess but finally he stopped and left me there. It wasn't exactly the saving grace I'd hoped for. I didn't hear from another living soul for probably 36 hours… I lost count. God, I was starving. You'd think being a soldier I'd be able to withstand excess hunger and such but damn, when you're left alone in a room to your own devices, everything is amplified as you drive yourself nuts. I wasn't going crazy mind you but my stomach was rather unhappy with the situation and my throat was drier than the damn desert. That pain outweighed any of the hits I'd taken to the face. To make matters even worse, when the interrogators finally came back days later they quite literally tried to drown me, the exact opposite of dehydrating me in one sense. I couldn't see anything with the bag over my face but they took me out of the chair-still bound of course-and plunged my head into some sort of bucket, holding me there and testing my resolve. God, that fucking sucked. At that point I wanted to tell them just about anything to make them stop-to be able to breathe for more than three seconds at a time-but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I was ready to give up but even at that point where you're so fucking helpless you'll do anything for relief, I just kept on going. I knew that no matter what I told them they'd just kill me afterward. Maybe my saving grace was the punishment I'd given myself over the years but nothing these guys could do to me was as bad as how I'd beat myself up over my failures.

For whatever reason they eventually stopped drowning me and just began beating me. The few seconds in between were like heaven but they went by in an instant. Choking and drowning was soon replaced by sharp pains all over my body. I think there were maybe three guys but I really couldn't tell; my head was all foggy and I was gasping for breath while taking kick after kick to my torso. I couldn't fight back obviously and that only made things worse. One of them kicked my ribs which I quickly learned weren't fully healed and fuck that hurt like a mother...When they finally figured out I wasn't going to tell them anything, they stopped physically attacking me and tied me up to what I guess was a pole instead of a chair. One of them stuffed a stale piece of bread in my mouth and I figured that was their one good deed for the day. Didn't really change my opinion of them; who'd have guessed? Sarcasm aside, even though it might seem nice to finally get some food I had no water. Being dehydrated for that long and then eating something only makes things worse.

After tying me up again my captors left me alone for another few hours. I was practically ready to die, body wanting to shut down from exhaustion, and I was beginning to doubt whether my sacrifice was for any particularly good cause. My whole body was in pain. Ribs throbbing every few seconds, my shoulders on fire from being strung up, and the hunger and dehydration tearing me apart from the inside. It sucked. It really, truly sucked. I was questioning so many things during the torture...but obviously you know I made it out alive or you wouldn't have any words to read on this page. I swear, my life has gotten way more insane than I signed on for and honestly I don't know how to handle it all. I never asked for any of this but I don't even get a choice to back out.

My own philosophical ramblings aside, the next time my captors came back I was quite literally flabbergasted. Silly word but "confused" doesn't quite capture the ridiculousness of the situation. I had to focus really hard to make sure I wasn't delirious or going insane. When finally the bag was removed from my head I could see the faces of the assholes who captured me and tortured me for the past few days. Once my eyes readjusted to the yellow industrial lighting of the room I saw before me three men in dark blue camo BDUs, the one in front an aged man with glasses and a UNSC cap. Standing behind him was Mikaelis and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing the assholes who did this were likely given a very violent death. They'd come to rescue me. I still didn't see any of my other team just yet but I figured they were being held in other rooms anyway and it was likely they were given medical care before me. I was foolish. My entire world was flipped upside down in the next few seconds when the older man spoke. "Congratulations son, you passed."

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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! Mikaelis belongs to @CrackedFullmoon ! Mel Crawford belongs to Dral_Marev !)

{-Personal log, LCpl Judas T. Morrison. Date Log Created: December 24th 2548}

It's a bit awkward to detail the events of what happened after I got caught by the PMC guys but even after my recent reassignment to Mikaelis' team, I'm still under orders from the docs to keep writing these. As per usual I will start at the top. When I woke up after having my lights knocked out, I found myself strapped to a chair with a bag over my head. The room smelled damp and old, making me wonder just who these people were-and why they wanted us. I wasn't sure how long I'd been out but I doubted I was offworld. My body didn't feel the effects of artificial gravity and if you spent enough time in space-military training added-you just knew. Just as anyone would expect from a situation like this, I was roused from unconsciousness by a few wonderful slaps to the face and a gruff voice making demands. They'd barely done anything at that point but it sucked and I knew it'd suck even more...just didn't imagine it would suck as badly as it did in reality. I found myself alone with no knowledge of where my squadmates were and it was likely my captors would lie and say they were dead or being tortured to get info out of me. I knew better than to believe anything they were saying, even if it ended up true in the end. Each of us knew what could happen when we signed up for the job and none of us would willingly give up our brothers and sisters.

At first, the man interrogating me started with asking who I was and who I worked for. There was still no mention of the others so I had hope that maybe Farrah and Mel would rescue me. I didn't answer any questions I was asked of course, no matter how innocuous they seemed. This wasn't exactly an innocuous situation but you get my meaning. The thought that these were undercover UEG personnel crossed my mind but telling a captor you're part of the military isn't always a good idea, especially if they turn out to be your enemy. It wasn't worth the risk to spill info and I knew that. Furthermore, I was more afraid of what Mikaelis might do if I said anything. ONI wasn't a group I wanted to upset, even if they weren't the ones using me as a punching bag at the time. I'd been trained to withstand a fair amount of torture during my days as a Marine though and while the Covenant weren't usually known for taking prisoners to gain information it wasn't unheard of. This guy was no Sangheili, but he still packed quite a wallop.

The guy kept asking the same things over and over, hoping I'd break I guess but finally he stopped and left me there. It wasn't exactly the saving grace I'd hoped for. I didn't hear from another living soul for probably 36 hours… I lost count. God, I was starving. You'd think being a soldier I'd be able to withstand excess hunger and such but damn, when you're left alone in a room to your own devices, everything is amplified as you drive yourself nuts. I wasn't going crazy mind you but my stomach was rather unhappy with the situation and my throat was drier than the damn desert. That pain outweighed any of the hits I'd taken to the face. To make matters even worse, when the interrogators finally came back days later they quite literally tried to drown me, the exact opposite of dehydrating me in one sense. I couldn't see anything with the bag over my face but they took me out of the chair-still bound of course-and plunged my head into some sort of bucket, holding me there and testing my resolve. God, that fucking sucked. At that point I wanted to tell them just about anything to make them stop-to be able to breathe for more than three seconds at a time-but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I was ready to give up but even at that point where you're so fucking helpless you'll do anything for relief, I just kept on going. I knew that no matter what I told them they'd just kill me afterward. Maybe my saving grace was the punishment I'd given myself over the years but nothing these guys could do to me was as bad as how I'd beat myself up over my failures.

For whatever reason they eventually stopped drowning me and just began beating me. The few seconds in between were like heaven but they went by in an instant. Choking and drowning was soon replaced by sharp pains all over my body. I think there were maybe three guys but I really couldn't tell; my head was all foggy and I was gasping for breath while taking kick after kick to my torso. I couldn't fight back obviously and that only made things worse. One of them kicked my ribs which I quickly learned weren't fully healed and fuck that hurt like a mother...When they finally figured out I wasn't going to tell them anything, they stopped physically attacking me and tied me up to what I guess was a pole instead of a chair. One of them stuffed a stale piece of bread in my mouth and I figured that was their one good deed for the day. Didn't really change my opinion of them; who'd have guessed? Sarcasm aside, even though it might seem nice to finally get some food I had no water. Being dehydrated for that long and then eating something only makes things worse.

After tying me up again my captors left me alone for another few hours. I was practically ready to die, body wanting to shut down from exhaustion, and I was beginning to doubt whether my sacrifice was for any particularly good cause. My whole body was in pain. Ribs throbbing every few seconds, my shoulders on fire from being strung up, and the hunger and dehydration tearing me apart from the inside. It sucked. It really, truly sucked. I was questioning so many things during the torture...but obviously you know I made it out alive or you wouldn't have any words to read on this page. I swear, my life has gotten way more insane than I signed on for and honestly I don't know how to handle it all. I never asked for any of this but I don't even get a choice to back out.

My own philosophical ramblings aside, the next time my captors came back I was quite literally flabbergasted. Silly word but "confused" doesn't quite capture the ridiculousness of the situation. I had to focus really hard to make sure I wasn't delirious or going insane. When finally the bag was removed from my head I could see the faces of the assholes who captured me and tortured me for the past few days. Once my eyes readjusted to the yellow industrial lighting of the room I saw before me three men in dark blue camo BDUs, the one in front an aged man with glasses and a UNSC cap. Standing behind him was Mikaelis and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing the assholes who did this were likely given a very violent death. They'd come to rescue me. I still didn't see any of my other team just yet but I figured they were being held in other rooms anyway and it was likely they were given medical care before me. I was foolish. My entire world was flipped upside down in the next few seconds when the older man spoke. "Congratulations son, you passed."