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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 6, 2009 12:51:09 GMT -5
The SPARTAN turned around. Oh boy, another ONI agent. He'd dealt with them before, so he responded.
"Yes, officer. He threw a beer bottle at a SPARTAN known as Chandler while he was drunk. Chandler promptly attacked Matchsticks and me and another SPARTAN restrained him and took Matchsticks to the showers. After a bit of a talk, I'm not really sure if he's UNSC or not."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 6, 2009 18:57:21 GMT -5
A pair of Medics ran past Russell and the ONI Spook. "So it was a Spartan that collapsed?" the male one asked. "Yea! They said she just took one step out of her room and collapsed." the female one replied.
Another group of Medics ran past Justin and Chandler, saying the same conversations.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 6, 2009 23:25:52 GMT -5
"I guess you will want to see your buddy...I am not done with you find me when you are done..I have someone else I can get information from" said Jenny to the Spartan. " I think it shouldn't be hard finding a freakishly tall ONI agent" said Jenny. As soon as she left she recieved a transmission from Otto and she proceeded to tell him that Earth was gone. She heard him mutter something in german and him addressing someone....where was he and what was he doing wondered Jenny. She kept the transmission on this could be interesting. *** She walked into the hanger and began searching from Mitch and the culperit himself Matchsticks. She first went to Mitch. "sorry to break up this party but you are to with me know Sergeant" said Jenny to Mitch. "get your buddy too...the one you dragged into the shower...he has alot of explaining to do" ordered Jenny.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 7, 2009 15:43:31 GMT -5
Russell turned. "Wait, a SPARTAN?"
Russ immediately ran past the medics, heading towards where the SPARTAN had apparently went down.
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Post by Ares on Dec 7, 2009 15:55:26 GMT -5
Justin blinked in surprise. A SPARTAN had collapsed? The white-armored supersoldier walked at a brisk pace to see what was happening, and he saw another SPARTAN running. "Hey- Russell!" he shouted, having remembered the other SPARTAN from earlier. "Who collapsed? I never heard?"
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 7, 2009 16:20:33 GMT -5
Russell looked back. "Justin, so far all I know is a SPARTAN is down and I'm going to help him or her!"
He finally reached the downed SPARTAN.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 7, 2009 16:39:09 GMT -5
When the ONI operative had made it to Mitch, he was still with Catherine. "Would you be quiet? This woman's daughter is trying to sleep." he said in a quiet tone. He looked up at the operative, clad in her specialized ODST RECON body armour. He sighed and stood up. "I am Mitchell Edwin Johnson, yea. What do you want, spook?" -------------------------------------------------------------- Seven medics were tending to Cassy where she'd collapsed. "What happened to her?" Jake asked as he kneeled down beside the Spartan. "She collapsed from exaughstion, sir." a female medic said as she took off Cassy's tank top to get a temperature reading. "Odd, a Spartan-II with a fever. They shouldn't have one." the female medic said as she viewed the temperature reading. It was one hundred and five degrees. "Concussion?" asked a male medic. "I'd assume, sir. Her head is bleeding." another medic replied as he waved over a stretcher. Five medic hoisted Cassy onto the stretcher and began to wheel her to the infirmary.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 7, 2009 19:48:25 GMT -5
Russell followed the Spartan. She was injured, he would have to wish her well. It would be weird though.
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Post by Danny on Dec 9, 2009 20:46:58 GMT -5
Chandler had heard reports of a female Spartan collapsing, the same one that had shot him in the back too. Although this was serious, their past put aside, he was too distraught to care, to enraged to even consider rushing to her aid. Knowing her loud-mouth and over the top companions, he was sure she would get the attention she needed anyway. He continued down the halls of the cruiser, side stepping officers and avoiding other UNSC personnel. He didn't know where to go or what to do, but when he reached an the male bathrooms, he decided it was as good as place as any. He punch the keypad and the door opened, to his surprise a family of refugees had claimed the bathrooms. "Get out," he growled, the family just sat in shock, "Get out!" They promptly cleared out of the bathroom and Chandler shut and locked the door behind them.
He tossed his helmet to the ground and leaned against a sink, looking deeply into his own eyes using the mirrors reflection. "Brutes!" echoed a voice in his head. Grace, move! the same voice cried, "Grace!" Chandler choked and looked down and felt as a single tear ran down his cheek, and then watched as it fell and disappeared down the sink. Finally, an explosion echoed through his head and Chandler immediatly looked back up to the mirror and violently punched it.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 9, 2009 21:25:38 GMT -5
"what I want is too know what went down in the bathroom with...Matchsticks was it...now come with me" said Jenny. *** She walked over to Matchsticks. "Come with me NOW" said Jenny. "can't you see I am eating dinner with my wife" said Matchsticks. " the sooner you come with me the sooner you will come back" said Jenny. "fine" said Matchsticks. She walked across the hanger a Prowler and signaled Mitch over.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 11, 2009 11:02:30 GMT -5
He tossed his helmet to the ground and leaned against a sink, looking deeply into his own eyes using the mirrors reflection. "Brutes!" echoed a voice in his head. Grace, move! the same voice cried, " Grace!" Chandler choked and looked down and felt as a single tear ran down his cheek, and then watched as it fell and disappeared down the sink. Finally, an explosion echoed through his head and Chandler immediatly looked back up to the mirror and violently punched it. ((OoC: Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.))
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 17, 2009 17:17:32 GMT -5
(OoC: Wow, we killed this thread. Does it have any more purpose, or is it going to die off for now?)
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Post by Danny on Dec 17, 2009 17:23:12 GMT -5
(OoC: Pretty much goin to die, you can keep posting here, because when the Elites are done, they're going to link up with the Human fleet and then from there it's a secret )
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Post by Ares on Dec 17, 2009 18:42:55 GMT -5
Justin followed behind Russel and Cassy's unconscious form. It looked like nothing was happening here, and he couldn't help here at all... The pearly-armored SPARTAN stopped following, and turned towards the military quarters. After several minutes, he reached his quite... spartan... quarters, and entered after shooing some refugees away. The SPARTAN left the door behind him unlocked, not caring enough to seal it.
Justin pulled his helmet off, and sat down heavily on the cot in the small room. The pearly helmet clattered to the cold metal floor. The SPARTAN put his head in his hands... This was just too much. First, Draco III- his family executed by the Covenant. He had only been informed of this because they were dead, and it was safe for him to know. And now, Earth was gone... The man remembered nothing of that time, because he had been in cryostasis, on a ship. Its engines had malfunctioned, and the entire crew had remained frozen until the entire Covenant-Human war was over before the Frigate carrying him had finally reached its destination.
Justin had remembered waking up, groggy. He only seemed a year or two under 30 as a result of this, and he was incredibly stressed from an extended period of stasis. The white-armored SPARTAN had experienced so much- first, his family on Draco III. Now, it was the extended family he had learned about only recently who lived on Earth. Why was it always him? Could his family not get butchered for once.
Justin ran his hands through his somewhat longer-than-military-standard, honey brown hair. This was just so horrible... Everyone he knew, dropping like horseflies smacked with a flyswatter. In times like this, he would get almost neurotic and joke too much, because his mind had to cope somehow.
The man looked at his waist. There sat a pistol.
An easy way out.
The SPARTAN supersoldier gazed longingly at his sidearm... How tempting. A suitable end for him. Justin took it off his waist, and examined it closely. Incredibly clean, and a perfect tool to end his pain, shock, and horror.
The pearly-armored young man lifted the weapon to his head, and let it rest on the side of his head. But... somehow, he didn't pull the trigger. Not yet. What was stopping him?
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