Halo: Spartan III

Jacob looked at Axel as he walked away. His hand remained in the air long after Axel has walked through the door. It was a symbolic gesture that Jacob would never lower the hand of friendship, no brotherhood to Axel. Eventually the gesture had to end it was time to head back so Jacob called for the nurse.

While the nurse was helping to guide Jacob to physical therapy he kept playing Axel's words over and over in his head.
"Fighting through Hell can turn even a Spartan into a Demon."
"So far, I've never killed another human being. I'm not about to start now." He stopped at the exit, glancing over his shoulder. "Especially one of my own. Good day, Chief."

Jacob knew the end result of this. Jacob knew that Axel had no intention of ever going that far but no one ever does. Evil and hatred are long journies we take through our own souls. What one day seemed so absurd and far fetched we soon relaize becomes habit. Axel did not kill Spike just physically beat him close to the point then stopped. Jacob wondered how many times Axel could stop himself before he did take that final step down the path of darkness even hurting the ones who cared for him most.

Jacob stopped hoping Axel was still in hearing distance. Looking back over his shoulder he shouted one thing to Axel "Abbra"

Then he went in for physical therapy.

Tony tho still tired walked around to hear someone yell "abbra" He started to look around then just started walking again. He ended up at the Gym and saw lawrence standing there he walked up and said "Hey Tiny how much can u Bench press "? as he started to laugh. Tony stared to drop and do push ups still laughing.

Lawrence peered over his shoulder as Tony came in, and bristled from the jab to his obviously smaller size. Still, he had endured worse during his childhood years. Carefully maintaining his calm, he only replied with a condescending smile and saying, "I can bench press enough. Can you tear open a punching bag on the first hit?"

Tony's reply was a slight grunt, followed by snorting laughter. He moved to the far corner and started doing knuckle pushups. Ironically, Tony wasn't that much taller than Lawrence but with a natural mesomorph physique he was a lot stockier. Even though he was stronger, Lawrence was much faster, enhanced from bioaugmentations. It would be difficult to tell which would emerge triumphant in an outright fight.

The good thing about their training was that they weren't meant to stick to one fighting style. Mendez's combat trainers taught them manouvres from Judo, Tai Chi, Jujitsu, even some counters and blocks from the fabled Praying Mantis stance originating back into Ancient China. Not all of them were as practical in close quarters as each other.

Lawrence knew that flexibility was a virtue when it came to not only melee, but in non combat situations as well; worming under fences, jumps and hurdles.
As Mendez once drove home; "Guns don't kill people. People kill people."
He decided to try out some Capoeira, having recovered from movement dizziness resulting from augmentations. The Brazilian fighting-dance stressed sweeps, cartweels, anything that would utilize the legs. The focus was not to go on the offensive but to avoid and counter.

Abbra leaned against the door post as she rolled her eyes, only assuming Lawrence had started the argument. "Why is it always 'I bet' but never, I wager?" She voice sounded less than impressed as she placed herself inside the room. Boys. That was the simple word she used to justify their actions. Boys were so competitive and proud.

At least she was wearing clean clothes. Her skin shone oddly from the moisture, and her hands were still damp. Goose flesh was on her arms, led and neck after entering the rather unpleasantly cold vicinity. "Do I look any better?" She asked, staring at Lawrence. She wrapped her hands around her hips and waited for a reply. "Even if I don't, I sure as hell smell alot better."

A note of laughter found its way into her voice as she spoke. Exchanging glances with Tony, she came to realize she had never spoken to him before. "Don't mean to sound rude or anything, but whats your name?" Her voice was of meek curiosity and wonder, Abbra never understood why some people weren't friendly. It was so easy.

"Tony Moretti, subject number 218. Born on Earth, Italian descent. Superior size and strength at the time of his selection, in comparison to Terran norms. I'm surprised you don't know his name, you're much more social than I am." Axel slowed to a halt beside Ambience. "Your voice changed considerably." He said, addressing Tony. "However it was still rezognizable, and you still walk like someone with an Ego far too large for his capabilities. You still rely too much on raw power in your line of thinking."

Axel turned to look at Abbra. He was not much taller than any of them, for a Spartan he was slightly on the smaller side. His build was impressive, but only average for a Spartan. His body was not designed for brute force. He moved with both the objectivness of a powerful body, but also with the caution of someone who relied more on agility and mind. "Jacob mentioned your name to me as he left. Did you want to talk?" He winced slightly at the last words, and his eyes drifted toward her direction. Oddly enough, the swirling smoke within them seemed to move speratley, speeding up and becoming more chaotic, and unsettling.

Sweep, convert to a high planted spin kick, whirling into a handstand kick at mid level. It all came back to Lawrence so easy, and he was relieved he was still able to do it. Capoeira was as much an art as it was a fight style, and most of his teammates pretty much butchered it out badly.

"Do I look any better?" Abbra's plantive voice hailed him from the entrance. Lawrence was still in a handstand at the time, he turned to look and crashed down rather clumsily, earning a snicker from Tony. Rubbing his head ruefully, he approached her and scrutinized her closely. He inhaled as well.

"Well, I dunno," he said playfully. "I really thought the bloodstains were a bit of a fashion statement. And you smell divine! It makes me wonder what kind of soap they're putting into the shower units."

A pale faced Raevynn trudged into the room. She moved at an awkward pace, walking much slower than usual as she kept her stride in careful check. The young Spartan was literally learning how to walk again.

A day and a half had passed since Mendez separated her from the rest of the group. She had since endured more than a lengthy lecture from Mendez. There were white patches and bandages protecting the open wounds where cables and various other tubes sent information from her body to computer systems. Mendez had her running, jumping, climbing and swimming, all the while connected to monitors that recorded the valuable information that would help prove to everyone the Spartan III's miraculous ability to recover in a short time frame.

Although the product of her hard work was nothing short of necessary, it left Raevynn exhausted. Her body had been forced to recover, rather than given the proper time. She plopped herself down at the bench press and took a deep breathe as she prepared to follow her orders and exercise for another two hours.

"Well I've been hanging around for a fair bit longer than yourself. Never got a chance to properly welcome you back either." She grinned, forgetting almost everything he had just done. Maybe it was because it hadn't been done to her. But it was great to have her friend back. Wonderful.

"Did he?" Her eyebrows arched with curiosity. "Well...no, to be truthful. I'm still trying to figure out what I do want to say to you. It's more complicated then one might dare to think. But, well, I'm sorry for a start." Abbra glanced at him and into his magnetic eyes. She always thought they were so lovely. But how could she look at them and forget what she had done? With immense effort she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. It refused to move. It was like him coming back from the grave.

Originally posted by Liquid_Fire
His body was not designed for brute force.

Marie stood quiet in the room as everyone had left her. "Now what?" She talked to herself, not having one clue what to do. She were not in the mood to make contact with the group. Not after that enormous misstake that she towards that boy. Still being ashamed of it, she decided that the only thing she actually could do was to head for the gym and practise a little.

A lot of slow, heavy steps later she arrived at the gym and she walked in a way that it almost seemed like she had chaines wrapped around her feet. Short, slow steps and her head lowered, she entered trough the door and looked around. "Oh, great. More members of the team" She said quietly, walking up to a conveyor belt. Placing both hands on the handles, she started it up in a walking rate. With a lot on her mind, she just walked. No extraordinary rate, nothing advance. Just plain walking. She decided this was not quite the time for an introduction.
Maybe when they were sent to their first mission. Maybe at some point when the entire group is here. She shrugged, deciding it was nothing she wanted to rush.

"I believe I failed to introduce myself." Raevynn spoke from behind Marie. As a squad leader, she felt it was not only her duty, but an honor to make sure she was close to each and every member of the team.

Raevynn moved her aching body around towards the front end of Marie's equipment so the two could have eye to eye contact. "I'm Raevynn." She replied, even though she knew the superiors would have already told her this long before she had met up with the group. "I noticed you've been struggling a bit. Trouble fitting in?" She asked, arching a dark eye brow.

Marie looked at Raevynn as she approached and commenced communication. At first, she thought Raevynn was talking to someone else, but as he looked around in the room she was the only one nearby. "Me? Oh, you have no idea. No one has tougher luck than me" Marie sighed. "My name is Marie... Marie Bishop" She had trouble thinking out things to say, when it suddently hit her.
The one she talked too, she was the squad leader.

Standing attention, Marie saluted Raevynn and blushed about forgetting it, slowly sliding away on the conveyor belt. She did not think about it much at first and eventually she tipped over the edge, nearly falling to the ground. Fortunatly, she could stop the fall thanks to her new and improved reflexes. Suprised by her own success in dampening the fall, she shook her head, turning the conveyor belt of. "I apologize for that" She paused "Marie Bishop 113, reporting for duty in your squad, 116!" She said, saluting once more.

Parker put down the dumbbell he was holding, and jumped on a treadmill. Mendez had told him to work on his leg strength, and so he did. After a long while of running he stopped it and walked over to the weight area once more, and began pushing up on the weights, adding more as he went.

Once he was finished, he sat up and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he stared at his hands for a long time, one being human, or atleast half human, and the other pure machine. He looked over at everyone else standing in a small group on the other side of the gym. They were all atleast human in a way.

Wise was hitting the weight room as the other spartans did but, he unlike the others kept his main focus into his leg strength doing mostly squats, leg lifts, wearing the heaviest ankle weights availabe and running around with them. He was a pretty strong spartan too but he loved mostly speed cause his football motto has always been... 'you can't stop what you can't touch.'

"If I've no reason to be here then I think I should leave." Axel said simply, after she'd finished talking. He stood there for a second longer before nodding slightly and walking over to Spartan's 116 and 113. Carrying himself more like a military man than military, he stopped and waited until they had both paused before interupting.

"Squad Leader, I've spoken to the superiors on Reach and your record will remain clean concerning the events that happened earlier. At the time I outranked everyone else in the room except for the other Lieutenant, and I was the one who inflicted the injuries. Considering that, I took full responsiblity for what happened. Officially... you're career will be undamaged." He raised an eyebrow, and eyed Spartan 113, nodding in her direction as an acknowledgement of her existence before turning and walking away.

OOC: I STILL HATE YOU LF

Spike had fully recovered and was now going to the gym to train and lift weights as he was walking into the gym he bumped into Axel who was walking out.

"Watch where you are going you old ***."

Spike said as he walked past Axel over to his squad leader Rae.

"Squad leader what have I missed and when are we going to start our first mission or a training mission?"

[Do not play with fire unless you are prepared to get burned, Silent Coyote. You have no-one but yourself to blame, as you are not immortal. Not even in a roleplay. You did attack a more well-trained Spartan. Hate yourself]

Marie leaned herself over the control panel of the conveyor belt, looking at the squad leader, as Axel walked up next to them. Once more, Marie saluted and smiled over her own intelligence, as she now had turned the belt of. She felt great satisfaction from being acknowledged by higher ranks, such as Raevynn and Axel. As Axel left the two, Marie eyed him as he exited the room, giving out a sigh. She could see herself taking responsibillity like that in the future. However, she would do it for someone else. It has always been her dream, to go down helping a friend or team-mate.

[I am not sure if Spike is back in the RP or not. I take my shot. If not, just ignore this 🙂]

Spike approached Raevynn and herself. With a smile on her face, she waved at him. "Welcome back. Are you feeling any better now?" She paused "You know, you should not take on any missions. You are pretty bad beaten up" She watched the boy, hoping that he had entierly forgot about the little inncident that the two of them had. If she was lucky, that little fight could have caused a minor memory loss.

Jacob was in the dark room running on a treadmill. Jacob's eyes were good enough now to handle very low levels of light. He had all kinds of wires hooked up to him while he ran.

It seemed like hours had passed on that tread. Finally the person in th either room hit the button to put it at maximum incline. Jacob could feel the strain on his legs as they began to burn.

After about another twenty minutes of those Jacob could feel the treadmill start to slow down. Jacob was in the final examinations of his full physical. Apparently everything was going well. The Doctor came in holding a metallic clipboard flipping some pages on it.

He took a seat next Spartan 086 and taking his stethoscope and asked Jacob to take deep breaths. The small cold disk moved from various spot to various spot. He took out another incident and asked me to say AWWWWWWWWWWW.

Jacob did and a small wooden object was placed and a small light shown into Jacob's mouth. Then he turned Jacob's head to left and looked in his ear and then the right and did the samething. Turning Jacob's head back towards him he took out a slash pin looking thing but Jacob could see it was just a light.

In a calm voice the Doctor said, "Don't worry it has a blue light on it so it won't hurt your eyes just relax." With that he turned it on and began to look into Jacob's eyes. Even though it was a blue light it still stun being shined into Jacob's eyes.

"Well then," The Doctor said "Everything is still looking good I still want you wearing some form of eye protection." Leaning over he pick up some more goggles "These will still make everything blurry but you'll be able to walk around without a nurse. Later today you'll report back here for some more eye exams then we'll be able to tell if your eyes can take full blown light"

Putting the Goggles Jacob the Doctor showed Jacob outside of the door.

"Excuse me?" Abbra asked, slightly dazed by his reaction. Her expression read that clearly, taking on a "deer in the headlights" kind of look. "No -" She said, sounding like a four year old infant who was refusing to get out of the car. "Stay." She jutted her arm out, to make a frantic grasp for him, before pulling it back into herself. The sound of an elbow snapping still rang clearly in her ears. "Please."

Abbra denied herself a frustrated sigh, craving the old Axel. But beggars couldn't be choosers, and even if his personality had changed, hers hadn't. Maybe he'd still find something about her that even slightly appealing after the years. Maybe he'd change, even by a little. Wishful thinking. In her opinion, he was acting like a complete bastard.

He couldn't spare a simple, light hearted conversation? Not for five minutes, which would mean the entire world to her? No, instead he simply refused to talk to her which could have very well broken her heart at that exact moment. They used to be friends he must have forgotten that somewhere along the line. Shrugging her off to talk about Rae's military career.

Lawrence watched Axel's backside recede out the door and only then did he unclench his fists. The adolescent was about as predictable as a hurricane; beating a teammate to death's doorstep one moment, friendly the other, and brusque the next. He was the kind of person Lawrence would rather have in front of him than behind him. No matter how much he had been insulted or even challenged to a fight, he’d never really intend to hurt a fellow teammate.

He eyed Abbra’s disappointment. Even if they had been good friends in the past, Axel was sure as hell different now. Like comparing a hyena to a household dog. There wasn’t much he could do for her, so he simply sat down by her and watched the doorway where Axel had exited. There was no need for words from him.

Abbra glared at the floor, trying to hide her disappointment to the best of her ability. No, she did not smile, but with everything she had, refrained from pouting. She caught a glimpse of Lawrence, and backed up to sit beside him. "Todays been a awkward one hasn't it?" She asked casually, tucking her hands into her lap. "I'm not sure what to make of it."

Her gaze didn't leave the door way, and she felt rather guilty about it. Lawrence deserved her full attention, but she just couldn't give him that right now. "Wonder if they got any plans for us today. I think we've all made a pretty decent recovery right?" She cracked her knuckles, a habit if she was indeed trying to take her mind of something. "What do you think?" She broke off, a completely random statement, which, actually didn't make much sense. To add to the confusion, she said nothing to back it up.