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The deafening roar of the Pelican's engines vibrated through the floor plating as Silver Team braced for the coming clash with the Covenant. While Mai and Kate coordinated with their new counterparts, John-117 drifted away from the group. His MJOLNIR armor caught the flickering overhead lights as he closed the distance to the Hybrid Spartan, his magnetic boots striking the deck with a muted, heavy clang. He observed the stranger's unusual physiology—the twitch of an ear, the sway of a tail—with a quiet, analytical intensity. Casting aside military formality, the Master Chief reached out, his armored fingers hovering just inches from the stranger's ear as he broke the silence. 'So you are a hybrid Spartan?'