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May 26, 2010 2:25:18 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 26, 2010 2:25:18 GMT -5
While Cassy was in her trance, Chandler slowly and carefully took the pistol out of her hand and placed it back on the magnetic plate on his thigh. "Welcome back," he grumbled, placing his hand under her chattering chin, "Calm down, damnit."
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May 26, 2010 10:05:27 GMT -5
Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 26, 2010 10:05:27 GMT -5
Cassy looked into Chandler's eyes. She still didn't remember anything about her past. Nothing about Chandler, nothing about herself. Nothing about anything at all. She blushed and kissed Chandler. "Thank... thank you..." she stood up and rubbed her forehead. "Do I get armour now?" she grinned,
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May 26, 2010 16:58:05 GMT -5
Post by Spartan-777 on May 26, 2010 16:58:05 GMT -5
Darman glanced at the clock on the wall. Whatever the ONI man wanted, it sure was taking a while. He suspected others would be coming as well, but kept his thoughts to himself as to who they might be. He ran his hand through his dark hair, then withdrew his datapad. He quickly called up a schematic, and began dragging, dropping, repositioning, then sighing and starting over again. This was rather common, and he had been seen working with several such schematics, although the functions they served were a mystery. He continued toying with the datapad, waiting for someone to call him into the briefing room.
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May 27, 2010 2:52:50 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 27, 2010 2:52:50 GMT -5
Chlander leaned back and flinched, "Don't do that again," he said, giving the girl a curious look, "Go to the armory and armour up, Sanderson has given you clearance. Take what you want and meet me in the hanger."
He left her in the hall and marched towards a briefing room where he organised the final Spartan on this station to be taken. "Darman".
The doors to the room slid open for Chandler as he marched in and sat down at the table, sitting opposite Darman. "We haven't, I am Master Chief Petty Officer Chandler Zero-Five-Six," he introduced, "And you are Darman, Zero-Seven-Zero, Petty Officer First Class,"
He leaned back in his chair and looked the Spartan up and down, he paused, "We're launching an attack on the Rifters and we need every Spartan we can get. Rifter heads will roll, what say you?"
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May 27, 2010 15:53:47 GMT -5
Post by Spartan-777 on May 27, 2010 15:53:47 GMT -5
Darman didn't say a word. He stared at Chandler for a brief moment and for the first time in a long time, a brief smile flickered across his face. He gave a casual salute, stood, and awaited further orders.
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May 27, 2010 16:42:58 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 27, 2010 16:42:58 GMT -5
"I'll take that as a yes," Chandler saluted, standing, "I still have others to gather, so if you have any unfinished business here, then do it. Otherwise, follow me to the hanger," Chandler left the ONI briefing room and started for the hanger.
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May 28, 2010 10:10:48 GMT -5
Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 28, 2010 10:10:48 GMT -5
Cassy stood naked in the UNSC armory while people completely dressed in white inspected her body. She tried to resist the urge to cover her chest. It took fifteen minutes of them walking around her, doing measurements, running blood tests, etc... "Confirmed." said the first. "It's her?" replied the second. "Alright then," the first technician waved three others over. "Get her MJOLNIR Armour." Another technician checked his data pad. "Sir, she's been requested to have Recon armour."
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May 28, 2010 15:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Spartan-777 on May 28, 2010 15:59:13 GMT -5
Darman walked to the Armory, where a team of technicians were preparing his jet-black MJOLNIR Mark V. Despite regular complaints from technicians about having to scrounge up outmoded parts for an antiquated system, he had on numerous occasions declined an upgrade. He tapped a wall-mounted panel, signalling the elevator. With a ping it arrived, opened its doors, and accepted the lone passenger. He rode the lift deeper into the facility, until it finally ground to a halt.
He had arrived.
The armory was bustling with activity. Whatever was going down, it was going to be big. He noted a few other Spartans being fitted with their respective armors. He tapped his code into a nearby locker, and it rewarded him with armor of his own. He pulled it from the cabinet, and gestured to a nearby technician to help suit him up.
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May 28, 2010 17:59:32 GMT -5
Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 28, 2010 17:59:32 GMT -5
Once "bedroom activity" was complete Otto silently crept into his daughters bedroom and gave her a kiss on the forehead for what could potentially be for the last time. He proceeded to the do the same with his son and left envelopes in pocession of his wife incase he did not make it back for the children to have to remember their father. He gave his wife a hug and a kiss before he went out the door to go to the storage unit to retrieve Mauer and Krystalraiser his two swords. (OOC Probally will work on the good bye more but I am going to a friends house) *** Otto got out of the "taxi" and went inside the front desk. "Spartan-410; Commander Otto Patrick-James Strauss returning for duty". (OOC Full Name including his "Christian"/Confirmation Name (James...mine and my middle name too because I like the sound of Patrick James)
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May 29, 2010 5:17:42 GMT -5
Post by Danny on May 29, 2010 5:17:42 GMT -5
Chandler stood in his brilliant white Security Spartan armour, waiting by the prepared and ready shuttle to depart to Sanghelios. He was only taking with him an Assault Rifle, the same one he used during all his engagements. The rifle was war-torn, it's display no longer worked and it constantly jammed. It was possibly the only thing in the universe Chandler had 'feelings' for.
While he waited, he read a report on an escapee from Project Techstream. He didn't know of this 'Project' on Eden, and while he should be reading up on Techstream, he was more interested in this 'J.C Nelson'. A 14 year old boy embedded with an artificial intelligence, capable of hand-to-hand combat and specialising in small weaponry. He wondered how deadly this boy was, if at all. He assumed he was just like one of the Spartan children on the run, scared and confused. Still, embedded with an A.I... intriguing.
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May 29, 2010 16:18:54 GMT -5
Post by Ares on May 29, 2010 16:18:54 GMT -5
Justin finished clamping his right gauntlet onto his lower right arm. The brown-haired SPARTAN looked up at the three other SPARTANs in the armory, his jade gaze much more military than his usual attitude. The three more prominent scars seemed to accent the appearance of grizzled veteran- if moderately young one. One ran across his nose horizontally, another down the left side of his face, on one on the right side of his jaw. The pale man sealed the magnetically locked gauntlet, and straightened his back. Justin placed two SMGs onto the magnetized strips on his thighs. These two had seen quite a lot of war... and a lot of victory. And a lot of defeat. They had been with him through everything. The SPARTAN calmy loaded a heavy pistol, attatching it to the back of the magnetized metal belt, and proceeded to remove a military-grade, pump-action shotgun from a locker. It was shiny and new. Should be reliable. Justin placed it on his back, letting it magnetize there. He then fastened two machetes to his torso combat harness, and a third on his right calf. The SPARTAN then put three frag grenades on his belt... just in case. Finally, Justin gripped the crimson fabric-wrapped hilt of his katana and slid it into the scabbard on the back of his white Hayabusa armor.
All in all, Justin-139 was quite prepared for short-range combat. All of his weapons, save the grenades, were meant for shorter range. Of course, that's where he felt best. Up close and personal, blowing brains out. The SPARTAN was about to put on his helmet when he noticed something on a locker... was that a Spartan Laser? Ooh... this one could be fun. The pearly, opalescent white-armored SPARTAN turned to look at Darman and Chandler, his face asking "Should I?" as he hefted up the huge weapon. The flickering A.I. avatar of Eosphorous on his other shoulder looked at the huge weapon with a moderately disdainful look, but said nothing. Justin's Hayabusa helmet hung in his left hand, the reddish eyes on it slightly because of the illumination inside the helmet.
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May 29, 2010 17:06:18 GMT -5
Post by Spartan-777 on May 29, 2010 17:06:18 GMT -5
Darman ran a quick diagnostic, noting that his armor was now fully sealed, his dark Mark V armor partially blending into the nearby shadows. He stepped over to a wall-mounted weapons rack. He entered his code, and with a faint hiss of hydraulics, the panel slid open. Mechanical arms unfolded from their indentions, and extended his MA5K Carbine and M6C Sidearm. He grabbed them from their clamps, and the weapons rack slid back into the wall. He clicked them onto their respective panels and began filling his pouches with ammunition. He stared at his pile for a moment, then put a few magazines back. If he ended up needing that much ammo, he was dead anyway...
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May 29, 2010 22:27:32 GMT -5
Post by cainvoorhees on May 29, 2010 22:27:32 GMT -5
Breath in... Breath out... J.C. thought as he tried to slow his pulse. No alarms. That's good. He vanished. The cold metal of the wall felt nice against his bare, sweating back, his grip on his pistol both loose... and tight. His pointer finger massaged the edge of the trigger as he looked around the corner.
Down the corridor, there was no one.
If it wasn't for his memories as a free child- a better world, one of choices- J.C. would've been forced to continue conditioning and being experimented on in Project Techstream. Yes, he gained abilties a normal 14-year old wouldn't have, but it was against his will. He remembered playing around a pond, remembered the cold water being splashed against his face.
It was for humanity, they told him when they put him to sleep. It was his destiny, they said.
His eyes closed, back against the wall, sweat dripping down his pistol. The blood through his veins flowed differently now as his mind focused on what he heard. Beyond the rumbling of the air conditioner, he heard footsteps in the distance, long past.
"Kilo," he whispered as his eyes projected a virtual personification of a woman in front of him. "How much longer to the nearest safehouse?"
Kilo stood on the ground, flickering green light into the shadows. The human she was based on must've been beautiful, a face that suggested wisdom and knowledge. Her body was transparent, but was definitely that of a healthy woman. It was at her suggestion that J.C. set up several safehouses and it was then that J.C. realized that Kilo was programmed to care for his well being.
"You have about 5 kilometers to go. It's near the end of this district," her gentle voice replied. If it weren't for her usually calm temperance, J.C. would've panicked a long time ago. "Your legs are tired as hell but you still have enough juice to make it. Techstream didn't enhance your endurance and speed for nothing."
"Good to hear," the 14-year old grunted as he stood up. He was shirtless, so it would be an unusual sight to see in an air-conditioned area. He had to be quick and stealthy to avoid the glance of anyone he may pass. He took one more glance around the corner and dashed off.
((OOC: J.C.'s main conflict is going to be between his freedom of choice and his duty to humanity))
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May 30, 2010 0:02:40 GMT -5
Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 30, 2010 0:02:40 GMT -5
Otto walked into the armory already armed with Messer, Kristalrasierflugel (Crystal Razor Blade) and Gungnir ( Odins Spear's name) (OOC I dunno if I named Otto's swords before but I think I am sticking with these and since my scanner works I will draw them...Messer is the huge sword he keeps wrapped up on his back Kristalrasierflugel is a sword with sharp edges kept on his side with its partner Gungnir).
He had not been there since the technicians had last put him into his armor. He sighed his would be the last time he would be in completely civilian clothes. He placed his "smaller" swords on the table and leaned Messer against it. Hopefully he had time to clean them like he was suppose to they were a bit dusty and he could see that his armor had been repainted into his Steel and Red Color and repaired. He walked over to be fitted into armor.
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May 30, 2010 18:19:11 GMT -5
Post by Spartan-777 on May 30, 2010 18:19:11 GMT -5
Darman left the armory, and began making his way in the direction of the hangar. He found it, and with a wave of his hand, the door slid open. He found himself in a cavernous bay, Pelicans idled in one corner, numerous cables snaking in and out of their troop bays. Several Longswords sat in the middle of the bay, their massive bulks dominating the majority of the room. He took a seat on a nearby crate, and awaited his briefing.
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