Halo: Spartan III

*Parker beltched silently and grabbed his glass of chocolate milk, sipping it slowly and thinking about his life back home on Earth. Would his parents know he had really left, or would they fall for the trick and let the clone of himself replace him forever? So many questions needed answering. Why was he here? Why did they choose him? What will happen on the next mission? When do they get to use actual weapons? He wanted answers, and he wanted them right then and there. But he knew it would have to wait.*

Originally posted by SilentWolf
Raevynn stepped silently into the medical bay. She had been wondering how her team mate Jacob<or Janthis?> was doing. With the permission of a trainer she had made her way here by herself with hopes that the boy's condition was improving.

She strolled over to the side of his bed just as the nurse wandered off.
"How are you feeling? Are they making you any better?" She asked, glancing down at the bowl of soup in his hands. The young Spartan made a mental note to get some food before she went to bed.

"Yes I'm doing better, I can feel my legs now at least," Jacob replied then he asks "How about you are you ok?"

Jacob also sees her looking his soup, "Would you like some it's really good?"

Rayden walked into the cafetaria, his eyes scanning the holopad. That dumb AI from before had taught him quite a few tricks in terms of programming, and he was learning fast.

Raevynn smiled. She was so glad to see that he was going to be okay.

"Thanks Jacob, But im gonna get some sleep. Hurry up and get walking again. Being sick is no fun." Raevynn grinned and patted him on the shoulder. Now it was time for her to get to the bunks.

[]ARGH! Im posting on the skool laptop >_> But anyways. Anyone up for fast forwarding some years to our first real mission????[]

[I'm game if everyone else is I just think we should all give a breif summary of how our people have changed and and hwat they have become.]

[]😮 !!! Your skipping us getting our genetic enhancements and MJOLNIR? lol I don't care really...[]

Mendez watched silently as the child was ushered into the emergency room of the medical facility. The kid was barely concious, which was surprising snice the extent of his injuries were very substantial. The CPO sighed. For two reasons. One, that was just a kid. He'd gotten no enhancements, only a small amount of training... Now he'd had his eye blown to pieces by friendly fire. And two, it meant Mendez had failed at that part of his job. These were kids, but they were soldiers, men and woman, his men and women. Under his command, and it was his job as a CO to bring them home in once piece. Hell...they hadn't even left home, and this one wasn't brought back in one piece.

The steady beeping of the monitors brought him out of his thoughts. Mendez's eyes drifted to the ODST, sitting hunched over in a bench, waiting outside medical. The CPO sighed, again. He rubbed his eyes, running his hand through his greying hair. He was getting to old for this crap. Silently, he walked forward, and took a seat beside the ODST, who'd nearly been in tears.

Originally, he was going to give this man heck for wrecking his soldier, but the fact that the ODST was waiting outside medical, checking on the status of the man that he himself had shot, showed a lot for his character. The ODST looked up at him, and straightened his back.

"Sorry sir."

Mendez shook his head slightly, waving a hand dissmissing his apology and showing it was alright. "So..." He said quietly, looking at the closed door, where the child was going through his operation. "How's my man doing?"

Jacob could hear a bunch of commotion outside he was feeling alot better now so he got up to check it. He saw Mendez sitting in a chair next to a man hunched over looking really sad. He could also see throught a small mirror a boy being worked on. Jacob didn't know how bad things were but he knew they were bad.

He headed back over to his area and kneeled down to pray for his fallen friend.

[I'm cool with skipping ahead..I was thinking of asking about that anyway...]

[]Alright Im liking the whole summary idea, so lets go ahead and do that. We'll be jumping to where they're 12. So they're still young... Just freakishly strong for their ages due to all the rough training they go through every day. They still dont have their enhancements either. That comes when theyre 13 ^_^ lol So...

Give a summary of how your character has changed(if they've changed) and then post them waking up in their barracks 🙂[]

[Raevynn's Changes: Very minor. She's still the same determined girl, but her rebellious and free spirited ways have been replaced with obedience and military to the core morals. Do to her ability to do exactly as she's told in hectic situations and her off the chart success rate in training courses, she's been granted the rank of squad leader (this doesn't mean that she's better in any way than any one else's spartan, it just makes it easier for me to keep things smooth 🙂)Raevynn is well on her way to transforming into a mindless killing machine.]

Raevynn strolled groggily down the lonely hallway's leading to Mendez's office. At 04:30 hours, not many other's were awake. Including the other Spartan's. Mendez must have had a brutal day of training planned to have woken her up for briefing at these hours; especially on her own.

"Don't forget your manners." The sloppy escort teased as he opened the door to Mendez's office.

Raevynn grunted and brushed past the smirking teenager and into the musty office of the Chief Petty Officer. The first thing she noticed was the stinging scent of his cigars which were clearly visible at the edge of his desk.

"Squad leader Raevynn-116 reporting as ordered, sir."

I don't think I could hang. 🙁

I dont do well when it comes to drastic changes, a handycap, if you may.

Axel's Changes - After being shot in the eye by the ODST trainers in one of the earlier training situations of the Spartan III Program, Axel's operational status, capability, and ultimately the final fate of his life was rendered unstable, with an outcome of unknown porportions. In the end, the result was better than it could have been, but worse than it should have been.

Experimental attempts at flash cloning something as complicated as an eye end it complete failure. Replacement was out of the option. During surgery, it was also noticed that several of the optical nerve attactements leading to his cortex were damaged, or simply severed. Drugs designed to accelerate an enhance his healing overcompensated in this regard, and many of the nervers grew back different than they were before. This led to the degration and eventual loss of his other eye.

Some of the severed nerves regrew creating new, or bypassing old connections. A combination of flash cloning and bio-engeneered non-organic implants were created to serve as an "eye", though the ideas were new, so while they worked in a sense, if he opened his eyes while in air, he was put in instant agony. He could see, but barely. The mixture of flash cloning and implants was abandoned as hopeless. Axel is effectively blind.

Due to the damage to his brain, the extended nerve damage, and the further changes made by the augmentations and healing drugs given to him, Axel's life was placed in further jeperodey, and at this point, the UNSC seemed to have lost it's gamble. Instead of recreating Axel a pair of eyes, they feared they would pay the other price. Death.

This however, was not to be. Call him stubborn, or call it a miracle, but Axel simply refused to die in this manner. The accelerated healing properties focused, and repaired all damage done, though like previously, it was different than before. So where some things were improved, others were worsened to the point of complete incompetence. Axel was manufactured a set of "eyes" that are a mixture of mostly non-organic and semi-organic material. These are simply prototypes, and again if he opens his eyes in an area without high moisture, or high amounts of light, he will be put under instant agony, down the optical nerves right to the cortex. As such, while the "eyes" work in a sense, he can't use them. However, he opted to keep them until a better replacement could be made.

Because of the recurring problems, tissue damage, and brain damage, Axel was almost unable to live under normal conditions. As such, he's spent most of his time in the deepest parts of Reach's top seceret medical facilities inside environments created for his re-growth. Most noticabley, a large cylindrical tank filled with a murkey green liquid. Both so he can use his eyes at times, and because of the liquids healing properties.

His unstable status, and low chance of survival let alone operational return led to the UNSC concealment of his survival. He wasn't labelled KIA, but he's been "missing" since the accident, and has had zero contact with his fellow Spartans.

The general isolation, and loss of sense, led to Axel's further reliance on his mind. He often dives deep into thought, and as such as become a pacifist among his people. Having to re-learn how to live, and being forced into a hellish version of existence, his views on violence were changed dramatically, and ironically his sense of kinship with his fellow Spartans developed to one even stronger than it would have been if he'd not been injured, despite the fact that he hasn't seen them since he was 7. At least not directly. He's watched and listen to them through video and audio feeds.

So far, Axel has been taught most of his Spartan training through his mind, often times the same Lieutenant who brought him to Reach has gone into his environments to teach him the skills and atributes he would later need. A few times, Axel has undergone training in sealed rooms, with a normal atmoshpere, though he finds these verly draining. The nature of his exersises and lifestyle have limited his physical experience, though he is in very good shape. Axel spends much of his time exercising underwater martial arts techniques. As such, if he ever does escape his liquid prison, his speciality will most likely be hand to hand combat.

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Present Status Report - Axel's condition has improved greatly over the last year, now to the point of an 87% chance of near total recovery, save for his loss of normal life experience, and most obviously his eyes. The UNSC has decided to publicly announce his continued survival and situation. CPO Mendez will be briefed in private, before the Spartans, and will relay the information by his own means. Directly or indirectly. Axel's room will also be opened for visit, though chances of interaction are low...

He is expected to return to active duty after he recieves hsi genetic enhancements, as these are expected to increase his bodily abilites to allow him to exit his liquid environment, and stand (no pun intended) on par with his teammates.
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Axel opened his eyes, for a split second. The world was a dark, gel like green. He sighed, through the breather attached to his face, and kicked his legs slightly, bobbing up and down inside the glass cylinder, it was nearly ten feet thick and twenty feet tall. He was effectively hidden from the outside world, unless part of him came into a few inches of the glass.

Suddenly his heart rate increased, and he kicked to the side. Drifting toward Ensign Lockheart, the attractive young blonde assigned to monitor his health. That's one good thing that came out this, his senses of direction, equilibrium, and balance. His hands faded into view inches from the glass before they came into contact with the hard surface, pressed tightly against it.

At the console, the young Ensign smiled faintly. "Yes." She said into her communicator, speaking to the child....or...what had been a child who resided inside the tube in front of her. "The Lieutenant said today they were lifting the black marker on your existence."

"Do I get to see my friends?"

The words appeared on her console moments later. Silent and emotioneless. Simpley text on a screen. Still, the young woman couldn't help but feel a note of sandess. "I dont know..." She said quietly. "I can't make any promises, so dont get your hopes up. It depends on how your CO feels about relaying the information. As well as how the other Spartans take it. I'm not even sure if they will remember you..." She trailed off, wishing to take back the last words.

There was a long moment of nothing. The screen was blank. Nearly five minutes later, two simple letters appeared on screen.

"oh"

The Lieutenant looked up to see the hands vanish back into the green gel like liquid. She sighed. It felt like whoever was inside there was crying.

"I dont think they will have forgotten me."

She looked down at the words.

"I wont forget them. Ever."

She smiled. "I dont think they forgot about you either. At least not all of them. Now get some sleep."

[Over the past 4 years, Parker's training abilities improved greatly. He aced all his missions and kept in shape greatly, using his free time to communicate with his fellow Spartans. Though at age 11 during a training exercise, the simulation malfunctioned, sending shockwaves throughout his body, nearly killing him. He made a full recovery, but was never exactly the same as he was. His personality turned into a more darker mood. He still trained and kept in shape, but communicated with his friends less and less, and turned into more of a killer than his usual calm, peaceful self.]

*Waking up in his bunk, Parker turned off his alarm and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had a meeting his Mendez in exactly 0:30 hours. He threw off his sleeping outfit and put on his casual training uniform. He looked at his roommate on the top bunk, sleeping like a baby. He grunted and walked out of his room and made his way to Mendez's office. He nodded to the teenager sitting outside, and the door opened.

Surprisingly with Mendez was Raevynn, was of his Spartan friends. He hadn't talked to her in weeks. He ignored her and turned to Mendez* "You wanted to see me, sir?" *He inhaled some of Mendez's cigar, the chalky, tasteless smell began to sting in his nose, so he exhaled and waited for an answer.*

Ravynn nodded and took a seat in one of the few empty chairs infront of Mendez's desk just as Parker made his way into the room. She barely acknowledged his presence as she sat their Quietly. She had just received the most exciting news since the day she arrived here at Reach.

Mendez was eyeing Parker as if to make sure the boy was ready for what he was about to hear. After taking a deep breath, the CPO leaned back and gave a slight smile.

"Well Soldier, Are you up for a challenge?" He said, barely giving Parker a chance to answer before he started up again. "Because today's your first real mission. The both of you better gather your wits and assemble your men. You're both dismissed."

((Ill give it a try, but im telling you I'll fall behind soon 🙁 ((

[Rayden grew taller as he grew older, finally stopping when he reached 7'3 without his suit on. His computer skills also increased due to the special training he recieved by variosu A.I's over time. He can hack into almost any human computer interface, no matter how tight security. Nothing less then a smart AI can stop him. Rayden also has an extensive knowledge of every weapon and vehicle used in the UNSC, knowing there weaknesses and strengths. He is also learned in physics and atctics. When not training, he can usually be found doing a battle Sim game on his personal holpad. His only flaw is his lazyness. Rayden tends to do whatever takes the least amount of work. ]

[Jacob had only taken what he was to the extreme. He had bcome even more withdrawn from everything. He had put up more barriers fom the outside world. It had started when Axel had gone missing after their mission but he had only been the first in along line of "missing people". Some wuld think this would have shaken his faith but that wasn't the casenit had only gotten stronger. His faith was the last thing in his life from his Father and what Jacob saw as the only reason h had survived.

Despite his emotionless outside there were some people he was a little more open to. This was his squad and basically it meant he was willing to answer their questions and communicate in missions. There was one person though Jacob had stayed open to. That was Ravynn, she had been the only person to com to his side after he had almost frozen to death and continued to. after their first meeting something happened and Jacob had developed a fever. He was at critical melting point at least four times. In the daze and blur though he always saw one figure his squad captain there by his side.

Physically he was the same he was average height and weight but he was a very good athlete still and had worked hard for it. His eyesight had gotten even better.]

*Jacob had waken early in the morning as usual. He rolled out of bd unto his knees and thanked God for the life in his breast and the strength in his arm to overcome any obstacles this day yet known. With that he grabbed his sweets and went on his daily run.*

Originally posted by SilentWolf
Ravynn nodded and took a seat in one of the few empty chairs infront of Mendez's desk just as Parker made his way into the room. She barely acknowledged his presence as she sat their Quietly. She had just received the most exciting news since the day she arrived here at Reach.

Mendez was eyeing Parker as if to make sure the boy was ready for what he was about to hear. After taking a deep breath, the CPO leaned back and gave a slight smile.

"Well Soldier, Are you up for a challenge?" He said, barely giving Parker a chance to answer before he started up again. "Because today's your first real mission. The both of you better gather your wits and assemble your men. You're both dismissed."

He walked over to the intercom and stated* "All hands in sectors 11 and 12, gather weapons, armor, clips, and head over to the auditorium immediately. That is all." *He walked over to the armory and gathered the usual equipment: MA5B Assault Rifle, M6D Pistol, and M9 HE-DP Fragment Grenades. He left the BR55's for the others, as they would need it. He walked towards the auditorium, passing Spartan's left and right. He entered the double doors and walked up to the stage, AR in hand. Some of the Spartans had gathered there already, and were awaiting orders.*

Raevynn made her way to the armory with Parker. She grabbed a side arm and then reached for a larger weapon.

A stern hand pressed the weapon back down into it's slot. Raevynn looked up in shock to see Mendez's emotionless face.

"Sorry Squad leader but that MA5B won't do." The CPO then swung around a large black weapon from behind his back. "This weapon should suite you better."

Raevynn stared at the heavy weapon as Mendez attached the barely and peered through it's scope to make sure things were in order. After fidling around, he handed the weapon over to her.

As he took his hands away from the weapon she was immediately startled by the things weight. There was no way she was going to be able to use this thing in battle.

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After gathering her weapons and ammo Raevynn waited in the auditorium for their briefing. She had already been given a breif description of the situation, but she still didn't know much.

Mendez finally trudged into the room after what seemed like a life time of waiting. He habitually cleared his throat before he started what seemed like a hurried speech.

"Spartans, today your skills as warriors will be put to the test. The UNSC transporter choragus has detected several unmarked vesels. The ship is transporting weapons and vehicles. Those rebel scum are always trying to get their grimy hands on UNSC equipment. It wont be long before they try something funny. You'll be escorted to three pelicans that'll rush you to the choragus. If that ship is boarded it's your duty to eliminate any rebel forces that set foot on that ship. At the same time you must protect all equipment being transported. This is your first real mission. I expect you to use all that I've taught you."

Axel heard the distorted sound of the transmission through the glass and liquid around him. He turned slowly, in a zero gravity like style, to face the Tech that was monitoring him, though he could not see her, he knew she was there.

"They're going away now?"

The words came up on her screen. She looked at them and sighed, "Yes. They're departing momentarily, looks like your visit will have to wait for their return. Sorry."

She immediatly looked at the read-outs, expecting sadness. Though it was uncommand sadness was the only negative emotion Axel had displayed over the years, maybe once or twice a year. Given is situation that was remarkable, and it'd been what made her connect with him like a friend over the course of his treatment. But she saw something that surprised, and frightened. Axel wasn't sad. He was angry.

"I want to help.'

She glanced at the words as the hairs on her neck began to rise. This was going to be bad. Axel's anger was rising. Steadily. "I'm sorry." She said, "I dont see how you can do that."

"Transport me with the ship. I can help indirectly."

She shook her head. "I dont think any ships can support you. The equipment is unique, made for you, none others are in your situation. They wont have the proper tools."

There was a long moment before she got an answer. Accompanyed by her sigh of relief as he calmed down to almost total relaxation. He did that alot. Then...

"Let me out."

She watched her screen. "I can't do that." She said, "We haven't tested you out yet, we're not sure if you'll survive."

"I will. I survived before."

She shook her head again, "Under controlled circumstances. This isn't controlled. You could die."

Again, there was a long moment before he responded. Then three things happend simultaniously. One, the first thing she noticed, was the single word that came up on her screen.

"Now."

The second thing, was the alarm that went off when Axel's read-outs spiked. He was overloading in a human sense. Adrenaline, anger. The drugs they'd put into him to ensure he would stay alive...

The third thing was his arm, and more obviously, his fist fading into view as they displaced the translucent liquid, and slammed into the glass tube...with enough force to crack it in a small spider-web like pattern. There was a tinge of a purple/red smokey substane that emminated from the impact, and his hand now. Moments later, a second fist hit the same spot, damaging the glass further.

She panicked, turning on her com system and yelling into it without encrypting the channel. "Bio-Lab Delta C!" Her voice rang through the station. "Get the security and med teams down here now! Subject 010's going into code red! This is not a drill!" The last part of her transmission was distorted by the sound of shattering glass.

Jacob had returned from his run with a few hours to rest for the briefing. He sat through it and he was ready to leave.

Afterwards he had walked over to the armory in his usual non rushed way. He wasn't worried about not getting the weapons he wanted. He knew exactly what he was going to get it wasn't even a matter of what type of mission it was Mendez would have already had his weapons for him.

"Spartan 086 get over here I've got your weapons for you," Mendez said. Right on time
The first weapon he handed Jacob was the BR55 Rifle. A decent weapon that packed good fire power and has very good range. He strapped it to his back.

Then Mendez got a smile on his face, " And here is the only weapon for you. The weapon that you were born to wield in fact sometimes when I think of the people who made this I think they were foretelling your coming now go and do what you do best." His voice was always kind of giddy when he said that to Jacob because he knew he was like the nurse handing a surgeon his scalpel and the skill and art that was going to come from it would be grand.

Now in the hands of Jacob was the S2 AM Sniper Rifle. Heavy Sleek and Black in most decently good hands this weapon meant death but in the hands of Spartan 086 as Mendez said it was "Guaranteed".

He went and stood at attention with the rest of his squad waiting for transport.

Inside the tank, Axel’s supposed “anger” had reached critical levels. As the Tech was informed, it was a possible side effect of the necessary drugs given to keep him alive and in optimal shape. The young man’s muscles had tensed to the point where his entire arm was as hard as a rock (Not impossible, I know people like that at my school. I’m “almost” one of them…*sigh* another year of work. 😄), not to mention his legs or chest.

Despite the physical limitations proposed to him within the liquid confines of his glass prison, and the shape of the glass enabling it to displace kinetic energy, his first blow impacted against the circular walls of his “home” with enough force to crack the glass multiple times. His arm shots forward, the shockwave from the sudden movement displacing the pale green gel before it did the water, causing an eerie slow motion fading effect to take place. Axel’s arm seemed to half melt out of the fluid into existence as it neared its destination.

However two of his knuckles were damaged upon contact. One was cut at the climax of the blow, a small area of skin running along, and thus being partly ripped and cut by, the now uneven edges of glass. The other knuckle simply had the skin split under the pressure of such a dense and immovable object. The sound of both blows was dampened and deepened as if by extreme bass through the aquatic environment. A smoky pattern of blood emanated from both wounds as it floated out and intermixed with the liquid, and the pale green gel like substance within. Axel winced from the pain, something he was not unused to but something he never did learn to like, at least not yet.

Over the course of several seconds, Axel floated down to the bottom of his tank, and wedged his feet into place, bracing his legs and positioning as well as angling them in a more efficient pose, taking into account his training. This increased his power to a large amount, as his body would remain stationary, sending more of the shock of the impacts down his arm into the glass without it cushioning and moving him backwards as well. The moment he finished this manuever he resumed attacking the barrier of glass between him and the world.

Outside, the Tech could feel, though it was unlikely she picked it up, the vibrations from the impacts. What she did see though was Axel’s hand fade into view and slam into the glass, the first blow cracking it, however the next few blows were more successful, pushing and grinding the weakened glass pieces outward from the tank. The glass, which was able to contort slightly, could be seen bending outward ever so slightly all the way from the bottom to the top of the glass cylinder. For several long moments the Tech could do nothing, paralysed by both shock, and even fear. Axel and her had become close companions over the years, but he’d never done anything like this. He’d always been so soft… Suddenly as instinct took over she dove across the console for the communications equipment, in her haste not setting the channel, she shouted her fear stricken call for help over the entire Reach installation.

Inside the tank, Axel could feel the glass finally begin to buckle. However, it’s slightly elastic like nature allowed it to bend before it shattered. He’d have to use his strength, and the weight of both himself and the fluids to his advantage. His final blow saw his arm perfectly straight with the impact, probably not doing his bones any good but it provided more outward power, and this one time would be harmless. His fist barely slowed as it hit the extremely damaged glass, forcing it’s way clean through. The glass turned white in many places as it shattered. Smaller shards flew in all directions, and his fist, which was moving faster than the shards, continued to knock flying pieces out of it’s path until it was extended slightly less than a foot out of the glass. However, the water and gel, as if in slow motion, had not begun to visibly come through the new hole until his arm was out already half way that distance.

At first it poured out with the hole provided, but as the glass below it warped outward and shattered as one large chunk, simply coming to pieces, the water rushed out with startling speed. At first though, the shattered glass remained in perfect shape, not flying outward, not moving until the water itself came out, pushing the glass with it, giving the water a very crystalline appearance. Axel was braced well enough, so he had several seconds to hold himself in place before the push of the liquids began to force him out, in which he cooperated with it as not to be cut by the edges of his hole. He slid forward slightly, and to his side moving with his “home’s” curve so that he could stay safely in one place and not he dropped onto a floor of glass.

Outside, the Tech was ending her transmission when the glass shattered. To her, the glass looked like it exploded outward, before an even more violent rupture saw water as well as the glass being hurled in all directions. Then the bottom of the tube on this side simply washed out as if the glass had turned to water itself. The motion was so flawless and unnervingly fluid that the sight transfixed her for several moments. She realized then she’d just broadcasted her transmission, and these events, for all to hear. “Subject 010 is out of containment.” She hissed and cut the transmission, before half hiding behind her console.

The water finished evacuating it’s previous container, and only the silent sound of lapping waves could be heard from the small layer of the stuff all over the ground. Then the soft sounds of splashing, and crunching glass could be heard.

Axel stepped out of the container, slowly lifting his foot over the glass and out onto the floor, and then the second. His steps seemed to make him nervous, as he spent far more time in liquid than solid floor and atmosphere, though he’d done it several times before. His throat and lungs stung a bit from the unfiltered atmosphere he was breathing, his skin felt slightly irritated by the particles, and the very world itself seemed hostile toward him. He almost sighed, as he’d expected this. His body wasn’t used to it.

He opened his eyes, revealing both pupil and iris almost impossible to see at any large amount of distance, and both were fogged over by a mixture of a white and grey wispy smoke like pattern. The in-organic implants were invisible, at least for the moment. However, the moment he opened his eyes, they stung and began to water, obscuring his already poor vision. Everything was blurry. Then he was assaulted by agony as his eyes, nerves, and implants did what they always did, they ****ed up. He shut his eyes tight, staggering forward a fraction of a step, moving a hand to grab at his face, but stopping the motion.

He kept his eyes closed for the moment, and had to rely on his memory and other senses to make his way around. He brought up a mental picture of the room in his mind. Using the sounds of the lapping waves, and the rather loud breathing of the Tech, he angled the 3-D picture on his mind around a bit to match them, and proceeded to the far side of the room where his uniform lay. He was already wearing dark grey pants a shirt, with his UNSC symbol and rank. However, some kind of honour code had prompted his superiors to leave a uniform for him within the vicinity of his location. They even ordered the new ones for him the same they did for the others to keep them the right size.

Axel knowing that walking on bare feet over a glass littered surface was a fools decision, so the 5’2 12 year old Spartan made his way across the room, and squired his uniforms shoes without much difficulty, despite his loss of sight

[]Btw Blax, 7'3? He stopped growing when he was 12 years old? They dont even know they will get suits yet I don't think. Also, Rae are the S-III's in this role-play as large as S-IIs?[]