Lt. Sierra Crown
"Alright, guys, enough target practice, get your clips, casings, and all that collected, drop 'em in the bins so we can reuse them, I don't think they've got 50 caliber sniper rounds here, sorry. Be sure to replace the stuff on your armor too guys, we don't need one of you to pull another "Chagerben"." The woman blushed a bit at the memory, still somewhat fresh in all of their minds.
Walking back to the armory proper, her shells for the shotgun slung across her back still unused because of her overseer position, she saw an engineer and one of those...Turians, she thought they were called talking over the simulation.
"so why automatically assume you're going to act like them?"
A small thunk accompanied Lt. Crown as she entered the space and set her heavy weapon down before they hit landfall.
"Oh, and let them take us in our sleep now, eh?" In order to stave off accusations, she added on,"Not that I'm sure of that from any but the flash-light heads."
"And if you're still offering food, I'll take some." The woman walked to the edge of the platform to better view the simulation.
"Why are they doing that? Standard tactic, lay down covering fire just as your squad sniper gets into position and offs one of the Elites, or the Brutes as the case goes, and then gun down the other one before they get to you. Grunts aren't much more than wasted ammo unless they go boom-hands on you. Grenades are too expensive to use on just two Elites and four Grunts, at least they are in my squad." She sighed, they were ODST too, she hoped they knew what they were doing.
Alpha
The Geth Engineer stood in the UNSC engine room, along with two other Geth, calibrating and improving efficiency on the consoles. These parallel humans were even more disorganized than their counterparts in this universe, so many coding errors that needed to be fixed before the GARDIAN as well as a few other upgrades to the ship could be made. Why did the organics always try to find the hardest way to do something?