Originally posted by SpadeKing[Are you saying you DON'T want it? Fine then.
(where is silent? cry Liquid you're second in the line for taking the rp on we are supposed to start taking the multiple spartan steroids now ermm)
She said she wanted to skip ahead to when we got it, so I'm only making it happen.]
((Aye. Enhancements now. I'll retconn my ideas, and ODST will go up into space to retrieve all the survivors from the Shatter. Originally it was to be your last mission before you got the Spartan ehancements but Rae's not been here and I'll keep things as simple as possible.))
Mendez walked into the gym. His walk was the same as always... Holding more military training and lifetime experience than anything any other man could hope to achieve. He looked almost the same, but on closer look, a lack of sleep was evident. He'd been up all night. He stopped a few feet into the doors, turning to Jacob, then to Lawrence and Abbra. At first, it looked like he was going to smile, but he managed to change it into a frown of dissaproval before they noticed he was there.
Mendez turned over his shoulder as the Lieutnant came rushing in. "CPO Mendez." He said, "I'd hoped to talk to your Spartans before they got their new capabilities but it looks like I'm unable. The back half of the Shatter exploded... Richardson survived. He managed to get out on a longsword. I lead the ODST aboard the surviving section... We found two Spartans. One wearing what looked like MJOLNIR, the other was using the new SPI armour. He's... Well, I can tell you that you and your Spartan's know the survivor. He's unconcious now. I'll update you." He handed Mendez a PDA. "This has all the informaton I have. You asked for a report so I did my best." He finished, turning to look at the people assembled in the gym, and glanced at Mendez with an arched eyebrow before leaving.
Mendez took the PDA and clasped it in his hand. He watched the Lientenant until he left before walking over toward Abbra and Lawrence. "Spartans!" He said. "I'll have none of that undisciplined activity while you are on duty. You may no be on mission but you're still soldiers of the UNSC and you will act accordingly. Now..." He paused, hiding a smile. "We don't wany anyone getting hurt today and I've seen what you can do... Go get back to your bunks and start waking people up. Now! Go! Go go go! We've got a special treat for you today."
Jacob had seen Abbra's air high five and returned it with his own and a smile.
He went to open the door and go in to shoot some basketball when Mendez came in. He looked like a man with some trouble on his mind. Jacob turend at attention awaiting any orders he had.
Finally Mendez talked and at the end of it he ordered them to return to their bunks and start waking everyone up. Jacob turned and threw his basketball into the court making the basket with ease. Then he went out and did as he was told. Waking every Spartan he could.
Abbra snapped back, terrified and ridden with angst. Mendez, although a very honorable man, happened to scare the hell out of her. She would go to no lengths to impress him, but everything about him intimidated her. Plus the one day he decides to notice her, she is goofing off. This was one of the few times in her life she would have rather been lifting weights.
She ambled back, retreating and standing beside Lawrence, blushing. Oh how she wished she could disappear behind her curtain of shame and incompetence. “Yes sir.” Abbra said her voice so soft she could lay on it. She presumed she made record time for leaving the gym.
She looked at Lawrence and shifted uneasily, not wanting to dampen his spirits. “I – I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” She warned an air of caution to her voice. She used to consider a treat as in going to her cousins, or going to a carnival. Now a treat usually meant backbreaking work. The treat was being aloud to ***** about it afterwards. Abbra inherited a trait from her mother, one that proved handy. A keen understanding of body language. Mendez looked sleepy, which meant there was likely some sort of emergency or problem which robbed him of sleep. Secondly, why would Lawrence, Jacob and herself have to wake everybody else so early in the morning?
Maybe he had informed Raevynn of the issue before the rest of them, which is why she was in such an odd mood. But if he had, why hadn’t Rae told her? Especially if it would directly affect her?
Abbra realized even a monkey could make such simple connections. But she refused to believe that this was just some special “treat”, and not a big problem, or one hell of a mess they had to clean up. Her chain of thought stopped once she reached the first room. “Wake up! She screamed, and clapped her hands loudly. ”Now!” Her voice was shrill and demanding, and her team mates responded accordingly. Not arguing, but muttering to themselves as they retreated from the warm embrace of bed sheets.
Jacob saw Abbra go into the first door so Jacob went into the second. Looking around he saw a bunch of Spartans laying in their beds.
He took yelled as loud as he could. "EVERYONE GET UP MENDEZ WANTS YOU". Some of them jerked to attention probably thinking Jacob was a trainer. Others slowly got up. Either way most of them were really shocked about Jacob yelling. Most had never even heard Jacob speak a word much less yell.
Lawrence blinked, emerging from his ward. The rest of the trainees were surprised and not a little reluctant to wake up. What the hell was CPO Mendez thinking?
The only logical explanation that Lawrence could form in his mind was that CPO Mendez actually needed them for something. But why them? They weren't exactly "qualified" soldiers quite yet, why not send the ODST's in.
He saw Abbra coaxing a few to get to their feet.
"Got my group up," Lawrence said, frowning. "Not without some threats to beat me up though. How's yours?"
Abbra grinned and left the last room. "No threats, but haste isn't in their vocabularies!" She stated loudly in an annoying sing song voice, implying for them to hurry. She smirked and looked back at Lawrence shooting him a wink.
She continued to the gym, a sick feeling in her stomach. It felt as though she was walking to her own execution. Abbra snuck a glance at Lawrence, hoping to find a shred of courage within him. "How are you feeling?" She asked, wringing her hands, fidgeting, and all the while digging at her bottom lip.
Lawrence was at full alert, any vestiges of sleep gone through his fingers. Mendez didn't look angry, nor happy. He looked blanked, hidden; a puzzle that was impossible to solve. There was no way to tell what the man was thinking or planning for them, but he was willing to bet that it wouldn't be too pleasant.
After all, his training did tell him to "Sleep well, but with one eye open and a gun off safety by your dominant hand".
"Worried, nervous." he whispered back. "It's hard to rattle Mendez. And I was never great at hiding feelings. You?"
Abbra laughed uneasily, "Me too." She squeaked and hid her face, embarrasses. Her composure remained in tact, but she was shaken to the bone. Her palms were sweaty as she wrung her hands together, then yanked them apart. They were clammy too, but they always had been. Abbra wasn't one to radiate heat like others. Infact, her skin was usually cool to the touch. Just like her mothers.
"I feel like I'm leading everybody to the gallows." Abbra whined as she began to contort her hands again for nerves. "Some treat." She said bitterly, wishing today never happened.
Lawrence watched her wring her hands anxiously. She probably was cold. And worried. Well, at least she was mostly in the same boat as him.
"I'd offer to give you my shirt if it wasn't so early outside." he said tentatively. "Nah, he ain't going to kill us. Probably sending us on a particularly hard mission. But after all....we are Spartans."
The best and brightest soldiers in the UNSC.
Lawrence could only hope that they lived up to their reputation.
"You just want excuse to be shirtless around me. Can't say I don't blame you though." Abbra joked, hoping to lighten the mood. "Well I for one don't like hard missions. Frankly, I'd rather be lounging on those blue mats, or doing step ups on a bench with a medicine ball." She said gingerly and folded her arms. It was to early for this sort of thing.
"How are we supposed to preform any good five minutes after waking up. I know we're "Spartans" but this whole thing blows."
*Parker heard the shouts of Spartans in the bunks next door. His heart pounded.*
"It's time."
*He jumped out of his bed and yelled for everyone to wake up and put on clothes. Once they did so he ran with them over to the gym where Mendez was waiting. They formed a straight line shoulder to shoulder and saluted smartly, waiting for orders. Mendez had told him about this day, but he was shaking somewhat with anticipation and with fear. It all seemed so new to him, and he had heard rumors of the percentage of failure on each subject. It scared him that he would be losing so many people, even those right beside him who he was sharing the same bunks with. He blinked back the tears as he remembered all the good people he had commanded and lost on the mission on the Choragus. He would be losing more to this mere "treat" as Mendez called it.*
Mendez waited, waited until all the children assembled before. Children? No... His chest swelled with pride as he looked over his soldiers. But they weren't even soldiers anymore. These were Spartans. Hand picked, selected by himself and others. These would be the next generation of humanities shield, and at the same time would be the same warriors who would serve has his people's sword.
Men and women of the UNSC died. It happened. It happened everyday. And every death, every life, every hand... all contributed to keeping the world goin' round. But these... These hands... These were the hands that would hold the power. The power to make a difference.
He'd taught every one of these. He knew them all by number... by name.
"Spartans!" He bellowed, suddenly whipping around so that his eyes gazed over them. "YOU are the finest men and women the UNSC has to offer! Through sacrifice of blood and power of will, you have proven that." He paused, sweeping over the crowd. This speech would berate no one. It was time to let these people know just who they really are, and what they were going to become. “Through training, through teaching, through combat, you have shown to me, to us that you are ready. Ready to fulfill what it is you were brought here to fulfill.”
Mendez grinned, looking at his soldiers. “I said you were in for a treat…This time I meant it. Fall in line Spartans. Time to show you that treat.”
He turned, and led them through door, hallway, and elevator until they came to a room that was marked restricted. He took the PDA the Lieutenant had given him, and inserted it into the panel at the doors side. It promptly lit open. They filed in to the room, which was a perfect square, and it wad dark. A dim blue glow emminating from some type of what looked like a cryo or stasis tube that was in the back of the room. A door behind it, with tinted glass on either side faintly showed another room full of identical tubes all lined up in rows.
The tube in the center became the focus of attention. The dim shape of a humanoid form was vaguely visible on the inside. "Does anyone know..." He asked. "What's in there?" He pointed at the tube.
Spike was a little sore from his work out earlier that day so he wasn't as fast as everyone else was and he was behind them he put on his clothes and shoes and ran into the gym he tried not to get seen so he dove into the gym and he anded up on his feet in the line next to a kid he knews name was Parker but he didn't really know much about him.
"Hey whats up with the quick meeting?"
Spike whispered to Parker confused
Spike looked at Parker
"no i wont i dont want to go back into another cyro tube."
Spike said scardly. SPike raised his hand so he could answer Mendezes question
"ummm. Sir it looks like some kind of really cool looking suite."
Originally posted by Liquid_Fire
Mendez waited, waited until all the children assembled before. Children? No... His chest swelled with pride as he looked over his soldiers. But they weren't even soldiers anymore. These were Spartans. Hand picked, selected by himself and others. These would be the next generation of humanities shield, and at the same time would be the same warriors who would serve has his people's sword.Men and women of the UNSC died. It happened. It happened everyday. And every death, every life, every hand... all contributed to keeping the world goin' round. But these... These hands... These were the hands that would hold the power. The power to make a difference.
He'd taught every one of these. He knew them all by number... by name.
"Spartans!" He bellowed, suddenly whipping around so that his eyes gazed over them. "YOU are the finest men and women the UNSC has to offer! Through sacrifice of blood and power of will, you have proven that." He paused, sweeping over the crowd. This speech would berate no one. It was time to let these people know just who they really are, and what they were going to become. “Through training, through teaching, through combat, you have shown to me, to us that you are ready. Ready to fulfill what it is you were brought here to fulfill.”
Mendez grinned, looking at his soldiers. “I said you were in for a treat…This time I meant it. Fall in line Spartans. Time to show you that treat.”
He turned, and led them through door, hallway, and elevator until they came to a room that was marked restricted. He took the PDA the Lieutenant had given him, and inserted it into the panel at the doors side. It promptly lit open. They filed in to the room, which was a perfect square, and it wad dark. A dim blue glow emminating from some type of what looked like a cryo or stasis tube that was in the back of the room. A door behind it, with tinted glass on either side faintly showed another room full of identical tubes all lined up in rows.
The tube in the center became the focus of attention. The dim shape of a humanoid form was vaguely visible on the inside. "Does anyone know..." He asked. "What's in there?" He pointed at the tube.
"Is it our armour, sir?"
Abbra straightened at the sound of his voice, it wasn't conscience thought, it was more of a reflex now. Her shoulders rolled back, hands by her side, and her neck stiff as a board as it was directed forward. She didn't smile, because she wasn't happy, but proud. It was different.
Her eyes rested, fixated on him, watching him and honored to be in his presence. She might not have liked being up so early, but Abbra knew this is what she wanted to do. Regardless if it was six in the morning, or in the afternoon. She knew what her father felt like, it felt good to serve. She knew he wanted her, his only child to be a boy, he said he wanted a solider. She wondered if he knew his wish had come true. She wondered how proud he would be, and if he would still wish she was a boy.
Hundreds of eyes rested on those...tubes. Abbra herself at first didn't know what they were, but everybody seemed to know . She cleared her throat. "P-Permission to speak sir?" She rang, her voice clear and confident. She might have been intimidated by Mendez, but God was rewarding to know him.
A mood of anticipation gripped Lawrence as he and the rest of the SPARTAN-III's gazed at each of the tubes.
Maybe it actually was a treat. If it was the new MJOLNIR and Lawrence was hoping to God it was, he'd be first in line to try it on. A ton of questions raced through his mind. They'd looked at the specifications for the Mark V; they had not recieved bioaugmentations. How were they to weild it?
Lawrence glanced at Abbra, seeing the smile on her face. It heartened him.