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Post by Danny on Nov 25, 2009 20:27:21 GMT -5
As the civilians left the troop bay of the Pelican, Lachlan and his co-pilot left the cockpit and stood on the hanger floor. "I guess Humanities kind of on its last leg here, huh?" the co-pilot asked quietly. "Yeah..." Lachlan replied, rubbing his forehead. "Lieutenant Church, by the way," he said, holding out his hand. "Dean," the co-pilot said, shaking it. "Just Dean?" Lachlan chuckled. He only smiled and nodded.
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"Spartan?" a voice a asked, a rather musky voice asked. Chandler looked away from the window and saluted the officer. "There are a lot of civilians scatted in the ship," the officer said. "Not my problem," Chandler sighed. "They're scared," the officer added. "Again, not my problem," Chandler growled, trying to keep himself in line in the presence of a superior officer. "I think the appearance of Spartan might lift their spirits," smiled the officer. "You're putting me on moral duty? Here's a thought; how about we turn this ship around and go down swinging, instead of running away with our tails between our legs," Chandler growled, stepping into the officers face. "Get down to the hanger and sort that mess out," the officer ordered after a brief silence. Chandler turned away from the officer and picked up his assault rifle, but not before he could glance outside the window one last time. He hated space. He attached the rifle to his back and stomped out of the bridge.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 26, 2009 11:23:43 GMT -5
Meyrinn, who was now wearing a military cap given to her by a UNSC Sergeant laughed as she played with Mitch's ODST helmet. She looked over and noticed a tall armoured figure entering the hanger. curious, she approached the SPARTAN-II clad in Security armour and knocked on his leg, making a 'clang-clang' sound when she did. "Are you a transformer?"
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Post by Danny on Nov 26, 2009 17:25:34 GMT -5
Chandler looked down at the child; what a stupid question it asked. He looked down at her for a moment, actually considering answering its question. But it wasn't worth his time, he put his hand over her face and pushed her away from him and continued his walk through the ship.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 26, 2009 20:31:23 GMT -5
((OoC: Ooooo... Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap! XD))
Meyrinn began to cry a little and marched after the SPARTAN. When she was right behind him, she kicked him in the shin as hard as she could and stormed off back to Mitch and Catherine. "Meyrinn! Stop running away!" she told her, picking her up. "That transformer pushed me!" she said, crying as she pointed at Chandler. Mitch frowned, picking up his helmet and heading towards Chandler. "Mitchell! You don't have to do anything. It's a SPARTAN-II, after all. Argueing with him would be pointless." Catherine protested. Mitch looked back at her and grinned. "I'm just gonna talk to it." he replied.
"Excuse me. Sir?" Mitch stepped in front of Chandler and put his helmet on and depolarized his visor. "Why would you push a four year old girl? It's a little indecent. Even for your kind, don't you think?" he asked, drawing his Assault Rifle and quietly turning off the safety, pretending to check his gun.
((OoC: Can we move on?))
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Post by Danny on Nov 26, 2009 21:07:16 GMT -5
"It's you," replied Chandler to the ODST, "I remember you; you're brave, strong and loyal. But you're also a fool, lacking all common sense, what you're doing right now is proof of this," he continued, nodding towards Mitchell's threatening gesture. "You would have fired only three rounds before I've punched through your visor, reached into your throat, grabbed your spine and crushed it." he then turned his back on the trooper and looked back at Meyrinn, "I apologise for being short with the girl," he turned back to the trooper, "Stop socialising and start sorting these civilians out, that's an order."
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Post by Sniper Fox on Nov 27, 2009 0:26:02 GMT -5
Not noticing the Spartan-II on deck, Fox gave an angry look at the cop. "Hey, you got a problem with me then go ahead and say it because I have no problem kicking your ass right now. And don't even say such slander about Matchsticks. I served with him before and I know he's no bloody rebel."
((OoC: let me know if I'm too harsh.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 27, 2009 1:15:13 GMT -5
(OOC Your good...you can go as harsh as you want cause I don't care its just a charcter...I will try anddefend them though but I won't get mad or think your being to harsh)
"well I got a problem with false accusations that I am a rebel just because another cop happened to be a rebel" said the cop. "look maybe I did go to far with accusing my buddy Matchsticks here and bringing him into the mess of having a rebel almost kill or wound your CO but he is as much a suspect as me pal...for all we know he could of been flying solo went mad due to Earth being destroyed and blamed the UNSC for not protecting it good enough" replyed the cop. "but if you wanna dance I will dance pal" said the cop.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 27, 2009 7:54:30 GMT -5
"Bye bye Starscream!" Meyrinn waved to the SPARTAN as he walked away.
((Thaaaaaat's right! Chandler is a douche so Meyrinn and me dubbed him Starscream!))
Mitch gripped his Assault Rifle and glared at the SPARTAN as he walked away.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Nov 27, 2009 15:54:49 GMT -5
(OoC: Hey Mitch, could you make Meyrinn stop by where my guy is? )
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 27, 2009 18:10:14 GMT -5
((OoC: Russell? Sure. What colour is his armour? What will he have on him?))
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Post by Sniper Fox on Nov 27, 2009 22:56:39 GMT -5
Fox set his rifle down and took off his helmet. "I usually don't bother with rolling scum like you but for this one time I'll make an exception." Instead of setting his helmet on the ground, John smacked his helmet across the cop's face. He threw the helmet on the ground and made a punching motion.
((OoC: let's make this interesting. Have the cop block the punch and we'll continue from there.))
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 27, 2009 23:04:17 GMT -5
(OOC Your on))
The cop grabbed Fox's arm and twisted it before pushing him off of him. " your assaulting an officer sir" said the cop as he tossed his gear on the floor. He too threw a punch at the Odst.
(OOC You can beat him....have fun with him in your next post...as well I think a solider could kick a cops ass any day...and this guy ain't a rebel solider he is just a thug hired to win unfair fights)
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Post by Sniper Fox on Nov 28, 2009 2:50:17 GMT -5
((OoC: with pleasure)) Fox caught the cop's arm as he threw the punch. "Assaulting my ass!" he yelled to the cop. He grabbed hold of the arm and flipped the cop over onto the ground. Fox then proceeded to press his boot firmly on the downed cop's chest while at the same time pulling out his sidearm. He pointed it at the cop's bruised face. "I hope that you learned a lesson here, because it's the last one you'll ever learn." John flipped the safety off. ((OoC: I suggest that someone stop him before the deck has a permanent stain on it. ))
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 28, 2009 13:06:15 GMT -5
UNSC/ONI SPARTAN-IV Cassy-077 grabbed both of the fighters and seperated them. "That is enough!" she yelled as she collided both of them off of each other. Mitch rushed over to her and helped up Fox. "Sorry, ma'am. This one belongs to me." he replied, holding on to Fox. "You should try and keep your soldiers in check, Sergeant." Cassy replied. Her voice deeper because of her helmet. "I know, ma'am. Sorry." Cassy sighed and took off her helmet, showing off her long strawberry blonde hair and the faint outline of her scar on her right eye. "It's alright. Hell, who wouldn't be fighting after the loss of Earth? As an ODST too, you guys would wanna kill everything?" Mitch smirked and took off his helmet. "Fox, go cool off." he ordered. He turned to face Cassy again. "I'd say so too. Got a name, SPARTAN?" Cassy grinned. "Cassy. Cassy zero-seven-seven. How about you?" "Master Sergeant Mitchell Edwin Johnson. Recently promoted." The two shook hands. This is the first time Mitch had befriended a SPARTAN.
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Post by Ares on Nov 28, 2009 16:13:25 GMT -5
Justin stood, watching the SPARTAN seperating an ODST and a common cop. The male SPARTAN walked foward. It wasn't often he saw another SPARTAN, after all. The white-armored super soldier was still uneasy after the total annihalation of Earth, but he might as well be friendly.
The SPARTAN strode up to the two. "What do we have here?" he asked, smirking as he pulled off his helmet. Beneath it lay a pale face with grey-green eyes. Blonde hair in a military cut, but still spiked up, sat atop his head, and Justin had a square jaw with some stubble decorating it.
The SPARTAN clappen his hands on both of the UNSC personnel's backs. "SPARTAN Justin-139 at your service... Now, if I may ask, what started this little pow-wow?"
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Alex felt like his eyes were going to pop. The ODST Trooper saw three UNSC SPARTANS IIs in as many minutes. First was the alpha-class douche-bag, then the very attractive female, and then this pearly-armored blonde guy. The Mediterranean ODST took off his helmet from where he was sitting. What a... strange day.
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