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Eden
May 19, 2010 3:00:04 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 19, 2010 3:00:04 GMT -5
(OoC: If you're on Eden, post here. Don't make a thread) "Master Chief, the Commander will see you now," the young woman advised, some how quite flirtatiously. The Master Chief, the seven foot tall super soldier stood and stomped into the office of Commander Sanderson. "Chief, take a seat," he greeted while filling in a form. "I'll stand," the Chief replied, standing at attention. "One of these days, Chief, I wont offer you a seat and that probably would be the day you'd actually sit," he said, looking up at the chief with a smile. The Master Chief stood tall and unresponsive. "Right, well, here," Sanderson said, sliding several files across the table. "What are these?" the Chief asked, stepping forward and taking up one of the files. "These are dossiers on a few Sangheili and ex-UNSC personnel," Sanderson answered. Chief opened the file and scanned over the first page, "Elias?" he questioned with a growl, "Sir, please tell me these are Human and Elites you want dead," "I'm afraid not, I want all these people back," Sanderson said, giving the Chief a stern look. There was then a brief silence, Sanderson maintaining his look. "You're not kidding," the Chief growled, dropping Elias' profile and picking up another, "Mitch? You have to be kidding," "Master Chief," Sanderson grumbled, standing from behind his desk, "It is a priority that these people report to Eden," "Sir, why?" Sanderson lifted his chin and sat back down behind his desk, "We've found the Rifters," The Master Chief slowly leaned back, finally... "What are we doing about it?" the Chief asked, stepping forward to the front of the desk. "We're launching a massive joint offensive," Sanderson replied, "We have a plan, we have the firepower and we have the element of surprise. We just need the man power," "Yes sir," Chief said with an affirmative growl, "So that's why you need these people?" "That's right," Sanderson nodded, "This is a two part attack, and I want the most experienced. That includes you, and all these," "Roger that," Chief said, overwhelmed with a sense of joy. Finally they'd fight instead of constant retreats. "The plans of this are strictly need to know," Sanderson said, reaching under his desk and retrieving a cigarette. "I need to know," the Chief said calmly, expecting a wave of information. "I'm sorry Chief," the Commander replied, lighting the cigarette, "You don't," That normally would have enraged the Chief, but luckily just knowing he was going to kick some Rifter ass trumped not knowing the plan of attack. "Very well," he nodded, piling up the dossiers and putting them under his arm. "Find these Marines, these ODSTs, these Spartans and these Elites," Sanderson ordered, blowing out smoke, "Bring them back to me, and then you'll know how we're going to end the Rifters hold on this Universe," The Chief nodded and turned to leave. "Oh, and Chandler?" Master Chief Petty Officer Chandler 056 looked over his shoulder. "Some have... changed; become different people, they may require some convincing to fight for us again," "After what you pulled five years ago, I wouldn't be surprised," Chandler said, remembering he and many others being left behind on an exploding planet by Sanderson and the rest of the Human fleet. "I respect your loyalty," Sanderson said, tapping the cigarette on the side of the table. And with that, Chandler left Sanderson's office in search of a few old friends.
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Eden
May 19, 2010 18:04:39 GMT -5
Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 19, 2010 18:04:39 GMT -5
Otto walked down the street. He had his briefcase full of papers that needed to be graded when he got home and his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. It felt odd not being in his armor anymore but he was glad to have retired 4 and a half years ago...for personal reasons and so he could focus on his new family. He turned down the street to his apartment complex.
" Hello Mr. Strauss" called Mr. Jefferson another resident of his apartment complex. " Hello Mr. Jefferson..tell the wife I said hi" called Otto back grinning. " Ok I sure will...you want to catch the game this Sunday after church" asked Mr. Jefferson. " I will have to check with my wife...you know how woman are" His "neighbor" laughed and responded "alright" before going back inside. Despite the fact that Otto was a Spartan and looked like he could break you in half he was a nice guy once you got to know him he was just like everyone else just taller...and more well built.
Otto walked up the stairs to level 5C. He quickly put the cigarette he had in his mouth out and threw it over the edge. He was suppose to have quit smoking for his kids but he still continued his daily ritual of smoking on his way home from work. Jenny would scold him again for smelling like smoke and go on about how he was slowly destroying himself.
He opened the door and quickly was met with the cries of "Vaters Home"from his 4 year old daughter Gabriele and not far behind was his stumbling 2 year old son James. He bent down for a hug. "come play with us Daddy" chanted his children. "just let me put my things down...and I will be back in ein moment" said Otto who was trying to create a trilingual home of German, French, and English. Otto gave his wife a kiss and placed his briefcase on the bed and threw his jacket on top of it. He played with his children until dinnertime like any other evening at the Strauss household and after bathtime he retreated to the living room to watch the news and do his work.
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Eden
May 19, 2010 22:45:13 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 19, 2010 22:45:13 GMT -5
"I need a shuttle at the ready immediately," Chandler said, speaking into his helmets radio as he moved up a flight of stairs, "I have Commander Sanderson's authorisation," As a navy officer replied to Chandlers request, he arrived at the fifth floor, "Thank you, plot a course for Sanghelios, I'll be there in a few minutes." He closed the comm. and stepped into the hallway, looking for room 5C. After reading Otto's dossier, the thought of him becoming a family man re-ran in his head. He had a wife, daughter and son, which actually didn't come at any surprise to Chandler; he honestly expected this life for Otto. He stomped in front of the door and prepared to knock, and possibly ruin the peace. As much as he hated tearing him away from his family, it had to be done. He knocked twice and prepared to see Otto for the first time in the flesh.
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Eden
May 19, 2010 23:28:34 GMT -5
Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 19, 2010 23:28:34 GMT -5
Otto looked up from his work as he heard a knock at the door. "who could it be at this hour" thought Otto. He placed his grading pen and the essay he was reading down. He opened the door and there stood Chandler. "what does he want...is he here on bussiness or is he here to vist" thought Otto. "please come in...we can talk on the balcony...I would say stay right here but the kids are sleeping and I don't want to wake them up". He opened the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket...it would calm him down. Having a UNSC personal come to your house for no apparent reason was a bad sign and he prayed it was not what he thought it was. "Cigarette" offered Otto as he held the pack out to Chandler.
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Eden
May 20, 2010 0:01:46 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 20, 2010 0:01:46 GMT -5
"No, thank you," Chandler replied, leaning against the railing of the balcony. He wasn't sure how to begin, so he thought he'd start with the obvious, "It's good to see you... like this," he said, looking at Otto for the first time outside of his armour, somewhat enviously. "I can't believe you have children, and a wife," he chuckled, "A son and a daughter, correct? Tell me about them, and how you met your wife."
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Eden
May 20, 2010 16:14:12 GMT -5
Post by Spartan-777 on May 20, 2010 16:14:12 GMT -5
Darman, Spartan-070, was one of the few Spartans to have remained on continuous active duty since the Battle of Harvest. But he never took a day off. He never called in sick. And, more curiously, hadn't spoken a word since the Battle of Reach. Nobody knew why. The doctors said he was fully capable of speech, but for some strange reason, he simply didn't. He had taken up residence on the newly formed space colony, "Eden", and as he roamed the streets, as he always did at this hour, he stopped in front of the large memorial. He had been coming to this place every day, for the last 5 years. He stared at it long and hard, flicked his gaze to the ground, and continued on his way. He would have continued on to his barracks, if it weren't for the man dressed in dark fatigues approaching him. He narrowed his eyes, spotting the man's ONI insignia. Darman cocked his head quizzically, and waited for the man to speak.
"Spartan-070."
It wasn't a question. Darman nodded.
"You're needed over at HQ."
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Eden
May 20, 2010 16:46:14 GMT -5
Post by Ares on May 20, 2010 16:46:14 GMT -5
Justin stared into the gold chrome.
He gazed at his pearly white helmet. His right eye twitched, its emerald iris almost flinching. Chocolate-brown hair, still kept close-cropped, sat upon his head, and stubble lined his jaw. Several scars were painfully present on his face, and one traveled from his chin vertically down his throat. The man leaned forward, placing his head on the reflective gold faceplate. It had been so long since he had... well, done anything meaningful for humanity, much less the near-fictitious UNSC.
The male SPARTAN sighed and simply let the helmet roll from his fingers and onto the floor. He stood up, rolling his eyes. This was just so damn frustrating. He shuffled over to the dirty mirror, and looked into it. It was... odd. After all these wars, he had actually been in quarters that had a reflective surface. As chance would have it, he had a full-blown mirror. The supersoldier turned to look at the rest of his spartan accomodations- a simple, thin matress on a metal bed, a small dresser to hold his few possessions, a small frigidaire and hot plate with two or three steel cabinets. The dingy apartment was all he had, though. All he needed. All he wanted.
Justin was clad in a dark olive jumpsuit with grey marks. A leather belt was at his waist, a bag on it that contained a high-power semiautomatic pistol, and several clips including his tiny cell phone and digital media player. He wasn't entirely "spartan" anyway. (heh heh) The SPARTAN supersoldier pulled the cellular telephone off his belt, and checked his inbox. A few messages were there- one from the UNSC, pestering him about the usual pointless tasks, one from his hag-like landlady, and one from his boyfriend Cameron. He would check all the messages later.
Justin closed the touch phone and walked over to the small closet. As he passed the helmet on the floor, he casually scooped it up. The green-eyed SPARTAN waved his hand in front of the sensor, and the metal door slid open. In front of his hung his pearly-white SPARTAN armor. The man reached out, tracing the engraved "139" with his fingers. Justin drew his hand back, and then put the helmet on the armor hanger, and sealed the door again. So many horrible memories... seeing his family's corpses on Draco III, seeing Earth be turned into a molten ball of space lava, and having a Rifter missile whiz past him, into the Pelican's bay... That had been a nasty one. It had blown him out of a flying Pelican and into one of New Jerusalem's buildings. Everyone else was roasted alive, but he was thrown near enough to a Sangheili Spec Ops Squad that they dragged him back to the Radiant Jewel. Justin sighed. And it's not like life had gotten any better...
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Eden
May 20, 2010 16:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 20, 2010 16:54:45 GMT -5
" well my daughter..Gabriele was born 4 years ago....I retired when my wife told me that she was pregnant...not only because I wanted to be with my newly created family but well what use do I have...I mean a pacifist Spartan" said Otto. He paused for a moment. "well I also have my son James who was born 2 years ago...they can speak English, French and German as well this is the critical years to start teaching foreign languages". Thats all he had to say about his kids really he could tell a bunch of stories to Chandler but he knew he did not really want to hear them and deep down he was probally jealous he could not leave like Otto did.
He smoked his cigarette and let the smoke out on a sigh. " I met my wife in France...I often took my class to the beaches on The Mediterranean for summer vacation with a bunch of other teachers and things....she was visting this beach from America and...it was like an instant attraction..we talked for a bit and we planned to meet the next day which we did". " This summer love quickly blossemed into real love".....(OOC Insert bunch of relationship stuff here...I will fill in the holes later I just have to make this quick). "and we got married once the Human-Covenant War was over". He then sighed. " thankfully because of her old job as an ONI agent she was able to get off of Earth...everyday we were seperated tore me apart not knowing if she was still alive....the days when I was on Sanghelios getting the elites assistence were the hardest as I may of lost both of my girls my ship and my wife". " We were reunited here..on Eden and well I have been happy here ever since"
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Eden
May 20, 2010 17:28:06 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 20, 2010 17:28:06 GMT -5
Chandler nodded slowly while looking off the balcony. He was happy for Otto, "I'd love to meet them one day," he said, pushing himself off the railing and closing the previously open glass sliding door. "Otto, I didn't come here to catch up," he said, stepping in front of him and polarising his visor, "the UNSC needs you back- before you kick me out of your home, please listen," he siad quickly. "We've found the Rifters and we have a plan of attack," he said, "I can't believe I'm asking you to serve again, believe me, I didn't want to, but Humanity is about to have it's long awaited revenge, and I want you there, assault rifle in hand," he said with a growl. "You're the only Spartan I want to have my back, if you do this for me, I'll see to it that you never serve again and that you receive a more than reasonable retirement bonus... what do you think?"
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Eden
May 20, 2010 20:28:52 GMT -5
Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 20, 2010 20:28:52 GMT -5
Otto sighed when he heard the news. " I don't really believe in vengence.....but I will join you because for one I want these sick bastards to pay for seperating and causing me to fear I had lost my wife and to protect my family incase they decided to attack us again". " Just promise me you will keep you promise....you can keep the money I just don't want to serve again...if this is also what I must do to protect and ensure that I will never have to do this again and I will wear my armor one last time". " Will the UNSC take care of my absense from work or will I have to go down and explain it" asked Otto. He sighed he would miss the students...even the trouble makers...he really did enjoy the new schemes they would invent to disrupt his class...and they were bold to go against a teacher of his build.
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Eden
May 21, 2010 2:38:54 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 21, 2010 2:38:54 GMT -5
"We'll find someone to take over your class," Chandler said with a nod, putting his hand on Otto's shoulder, "You don't have to leave your family just yet, you can meet me here at this date," he said, handing over a card, "I have others to find on Eden, but then I have to go off station to find others, you're welcome to come with me as well, just meet me in the hanger later." Chandler gave Otto one last nod and left him on the balcony of his apartment. Next on his list; Justin 139.
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Eden
May 21, 2010 7:01:45 GMT -5
Post by Ares on May 21, 2010 7:01:45 GMT -5
Justin checked his chronometer. It was about thirty minutes until he started his shift at the gun range. It was a good job- he did something he was good at, it gave him a sense of familiarity, and it kept him sane. Well.... mostly. Right now, Victoria was probably lecturing some of the people there- probably the UNSC personnel who went there to train in their off-time- about how they weren't shooting right. She was a hell of a nitpicky bitch, but she certainly was precise. Her sniper shots were incredible. Justin probably had about fifteen minutes until he should leave to walk to the gun range. For some reason, though, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone important was going to see him today. Justin checked his waist, making sure his semi-auto pistol was loaded. You never know...
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Eden
May 21, 2010 16:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 21, 2010 16:17:49 GMT -5
Another apartment. After reading Justin's dossier, Chandler had no doubt this ex-Spartan would rejoin the ranks. He would just promise him more enemies, more guns and victory. It'd work on him. He knocked twice on the hard metal deal and waited for a response.
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Eden
May 22, 2010 13:52:24 GMT -5
Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 22, 2010 13:52:24 GMT -5
A young woman walked down the hallways. Her green eyes shone in the light and her thigh-lengthed blonde hair flowed lazily. She wore a white lab-coat and checked her data-pad. This was Cassy. Cassy roamed the hallways of an apartment complex until she noticed Chandler. "Can I help you... sir?"
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Eden
May 22, 2010 17:15:57 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 22, 2010 17:15:57 GMT -5
Chandler turned his head, the attractive young woman got Chandlers attention as he waited for a reply from Justin. "No ma'am," he replied plainly, then facing the door again. Though the girl seemed familiar... so he decided to ask questions until he realised who she was. "Actually, does a man named Justin live here?"
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