Foxtrot-228, lovingly called LT by Alice,  wasn't in his cryo pod, nor was he training his hand-to-hand techniques on the S-Deck. He was on the firing range, checking the range that his sniper rifle was calibrated to. Normally he kept to sighted in to just under it's maximum range, so he was always able to take out any priority targets he came across on recon missions deep in Covenant territory. He'd gone straight to the firing range when Alice informed him that the battle had been interrupted by a sudden and forced jump into slip space. Never hurt to sight in one's weapons, or to clean them even though he'd not really fired them much since being assigned to the [i]Trinity[/i]. [color=Purple]"Orders coming in, LT. Looks like we're prepping to take the fight to the Covies."[/color] Firing one last round down range, which took his target in the head. Placing the weapon back on it's place on the rack, he grabs his shotgun and places it on his back along with his katana and the M6G combat pistol he almost always had on his hip.

[color=Red]"How's the damage to the [i]Trinity[/i]? Anything we can use to keep them at a distance?"[/color] Alice rolled her eyes in her picture on the top left of Foxtrot-228's HUD. Of course he was more worried about tactical information than anything else. Guess old habits really did die hard with her Spartan II. Of course, her concern was him and always would be. And her Rampancy had been taken care of when the UNSC had recovered the two of them from Requiem, so she wouldn't be leaving the LT anytime soon.

[color=Purple]"Engines and weapons are down from what Sharia will share. Shields are just barely in working order and our friends followed us over to...wherever the hell we are. Astrogation charts are useless as there's no readily identifiable star clusters nearby."[/color] 228 grunted and headed for the bridge. Maybe the captain could shed some light on what exactly had happened.