Halo: Spartan III

Jacob was off in his own world his own thoughts when he heard Axel speak. Jacob had thought not to pay him any attention until he ehard the way Axel spoke. Somethign familar was in that voice something old Jacob had not heard in a long.

He was sitting across from Axel and was now giving him his full undivided attention. His words rang with a sense of forboding for Jacob. Ever since the funeral Jacob knew these missions would only get harder and tougher each and everytime they were called upon.

When Axel finished Jacob gave Axle a slight nod. Jacob was in pure Spartan mode now. Jacob, who found comfort in his head, could snap into attention easily. He would say a few prayers asking God for the safety of his family and forgiveness he knew he would never get. As Spartan your asked to do the worst so how can you expect the best.

He took out his new weapon from its port. It was top secret high quality designed to be the next great rifle. It's codename is the BAR after the old time first heavey Assualt Rifle of the early 20th century, the Browning Automatic Rifle.

It was different from the Assualt Riffle in that it fired in controled burts and as such could have a scope on it. Jacob do to his advanced tageting eyes was asked to battlefield test it for the higher ups. They wanted data to help modify it for future use.

He placed a clip in and placed across his lap safety on until it was need to fire.

Jacob stood focused now his helmet was facing Axel but his eyes were not doing anything of the sort. Jacob didn't like this part of himself. This part that wasn't born in him but forced and pushed into him. A part that would kill anything and anyone that would cross his field of vision. He was a death dealer of the highest order. The Motto his instructor gave him
"One shot One kill"

Rayden clapped and woot'd when Axel finished his speech. He was/i] essentially the comic relief, after all.

[i]Um.. sniff sniff? The man deserves an oscar for that performance. I shed a tear. My holographic arms have goose bumpbs, I say!

Rayden rolled his eyes and shut off his external speakers, so no one could here him.

"You never stop talking, do you Charlie? "

Just speaking the honest truth.

"Well just shutup for a while. I'm going to take a nap, wake me when we land. "

Got ya, boss.

"Don't call me boss.." Rayden mumbled and closed his eyes. Normally one wouldn't be able to get much sleep ona Pelican. But he could sleep through anything.

He dreamt about his fallen comrades.

"Well then. If bad things are bound to happen, I'll greet them with a belly full of lead!"

Parker laughed at his own speech, and turned around. "It feels like we're descending, and I can't hear the storm anymore. If what you say is true, then I think something bad is happening right now. I'm having second thoughts about opening this hatch."

Parker stood up and held on to a railing above his head on the inside of the Pelican. As he turned to face the Spartans, his stomach churned. It felt like pressure was building up around him and the Pelican. "Can anyone else feel what I feel? It feels like..pressure."

Rayden was asleep. However his AI was still active.

I too can sense the pressure. Have we reached our destination?

)) Short? Yes. Sorry! ((

Parker checked the data that was coming across his HUD.

"I can't tell. The new data is all scrambled up, like the signal's being jammed or something. Stay sharp everyone."

Parker watched his fellow Spartans as very few of them went on edge. Most felt prepared for such a thing. However, those who did go on edge were mostly new recruits, which made Parker and his team mates feel like veterans.

However, it's a Spartans job to watch his team mate's back and make sure all of them get out alive. Especially for the new recruits, as this was their first battle, and for some their last.

((This one is a little jumbled as I just threw it together. Sorry if you don't get a thing out of it. Haha.))

“Why are you doing this?” The other Spartan asked, as if she could not understand Axel’s actions. This Spartan was larger, not just taller but her armour was bulkier as well, and a lighter shade of green. It was the old Mark V. The Spartan-II looked down at Axel, the fact that she was waiting for the younger disillusioned soldier to attack him was evident in her stance. Whatever happened, she would be ready. She could not let the security of her people be compromised by one man, Spartan or not. He was obviously insane.

Axel narrowed his eyes slightly for a second under his visor. “It’s the right thing.” Was all he said. No emotion, no strain, his fear toward having to kill another person completely wiped from his voice. He said it flatly, like stating a fact. He stood on the far side of the room. It was small, not much room for manoeuvring. The once blind teenager looked at his surroundings, and at the same time his ears picked up everything. In his mind formed every possibility, every advantage. Two desks, some books. There were papers, pens, and chairs… All of them could be used to his advantage to accomplish his goal; to kill this human, Spartan or not, because they stood in his way. “You’re dead.” He said suddenly, quietly.

“No.” She answered, looking down on him. In her voice the tone of a teacher became evident. She felt sorry for Axel. “I was listed as dead, but I am not. Rebels, they tried to kill me while I was protecting my people. I never did die though… I was brought back to health. I am here aren’t I?”

Axel finished looking around. He returned his gaze to her. “I suppose so.”

“And you! What’s wrong with you?” She asked. “Why are you doing this? You are a Spartan. You should be fighting for your people, not against them. You follow those so-called leaders of yours, visionaries. They claim to bring peace and greater good to all of us, but they are all of them insane. It’s painfully obvious. The Admiral showed me, taught me. So did CPO Mendez, and the trainers. It’s what we were taught to think, to stop. You too, you were taught too. Look at yourself! Obeying the commands of deluded individuals who would only bring us all to a bad end. Corrupt and viciously greedy. They don’t care about you, or are people. Why do you serve them?”

Axel didn’t respond. So this is why Spartans should never think outside the box. The thought echoed in his mind. As if like a liquid he sank slightly lower, taking an obviously non-standard defensive stance. Something not taught by the UNSC. He held his left hand out in front of him, the blood from his last victim literally dripping off of it. He motioned for her to come, sending little spatters of red liquid flying into the air.

“I don’t want to hurt you unless I have to.” She said. After several long moments passed she charged him. Axel had already read her fighting style by the time she was aiming her first blow. This was not the only human he killed, and it would definitely not be the last.

Earlier…

Axel felt their descent slowing. They were arriving at their destination. Somewhere underwater the research station Scylla lay, taken by rebels. Axel shifted in his seat. He was very sure he knew most of them, and their leader was a man he held much respect for. The sounds of the engines almost died down, and he felt their movement almost stop. The sounds of water vanished, and they landed on something solid. They’d managed a quiet, and hopefully undetected entrance into the station. Axel loaded his gun, made sure the safety was still on, and waited for those in his way to make their way out of the Pelican. His eyes fell on Spartan-116, she would no doubt give them the plan.

Rayden awoke with a start at the tapping noise inside his helmet.

We have arrived at our destination.

"Thanks, Charlie. " Rayden stood up to his full height, towering over all the other SPARTANS. He checked his gear to make sure all was working while waiting for 116's briefing. he checked over his weapons and made sure his Palm pilot was hooked up to his HUD and Charlie.

An orange light blinked twice in the corner of her eye. Gautama's way of telling the Spartan that her heart rate had increased a bit. The thought of losing anyone on this mission was enough to make even a Spartan nervous.

As the dull hum of the pelicans engines died off, Raevynn stood and began to address the rest of the team through a secure COM channel. "Everyone stay sharp. Remember there are still civilians within the station." Her words were quick and to the point. Raevynn knew well that there was chance the rebels may have picked up the pelicans entry. If that was the case they needed to move.

"Wise. See if you two can find a computer terminal for Catherine. She's going to have to find us a detailed map of this place. Everyone else fan out and secure this room."

[]Blah.. sorry for the shortness.[]

"That is a fine idea, 116. At the same time I can have a further look and see if there is more helpful information laying around. We will get back to you once the task is completed"

She paused, directing her voice and thought to Joshua instead.

"Get those reckless running record thoughts out of your head Wise and get a move on. We are hereby in combat and I know you will be doing just fine, as long as you live up to your name. Now, we have a database to infiltrate, so let us go look for that computer shall we?"

Jacob stood up waiting for Spartan-116 to give him his marching orders. Jacob took point man because he was the best shot and quickest to react to visuals besides Wise.

"Jacob make sure you are going through all scenarios whiles securing this room. There could be rebels anywhere so make sure you have Spartans securing your blind spots on the flanks. Don't be too eager to rush in as that can over extend yourself and leave it open to counter attack, " Ambapali was always like this. Jacob knew it was her job to keep him safe. She would tell him every scenario possible and Jacob would execute. Most importantly though she gave him his effective killing range.

Jacob remembered back on the base. His effective hit ratio with all weapons was analized and recorded for field testing. Jacob would only later learn that data would be programed into his A.I. so it could have Jacob aware of just how good of a chance he would have.

She began the sequence, "Ok Jacob you are carrying the BAR advanced Assualt Rifle. It's standard bullet can penatrate light armor at 550 yards, medium armor at 450, and heavey armor at 250. It's short burst allows for steady aiming and lower continual recoil. It provides times 2 magnification giving you an effective one shot kill radius of 215 yards. Your other weapon is the scoped Magnum high powered hand gun. It fires bullets smaller in calibur to the BAR but still provides very good armor penatration. Light at 450, medium at 325, and heavey at 100 yards. It also provides a times 2 scope giving you an effective one shot kill radius of 75 yards. With unarmored foes your Effective One Shot Kill radius goes up to 550 and 250 respectively with no wind resistance. Remeber Jacob be careful"

With that JAcob sat out to secure the room opting to go with the pistol for now being in more inclosed spaces.

William pulled out his MA5B and checked the clip inside. In a blur of fluid motion, his hand checked his side for extra ammo. No grenades for obvious reasons. A single action pistol adorned his opposite hip. He felt naked with all of this suit and armor. And then it hit him. Why had he been so heavily suited? He is never given a gun, much less an assault rifle. And to the extremes of armament, it was usually a silenced weapon used to stun then to kill. No, Axel was right. There was more to this mission than meets the eye. But right now was not the time to question his superiors much less his co-soldiers. If they can face this situation calmly with all its loose ends, then so could he.

He noticed everyone’s strained body emotions as their A.I.’s spoke to them. Perhaps it was a mere twitch here, or a nudge there. Regardless of what it was, he hated them for it. His holographic “person” was merely just a visual transmission that worked at the most minimal of operating procedures. On top of that, it was low maintenance so if anything were to happen to his module, he could get it fixed. It never taught him to appreciate the valuable, his armor, his weapons, his life. Maybe that’s why they liked him so much. Willing to do what others would not, die where others dare not. All of this thinking began to drive him, fill him with a blind entity that he knew only when he saw that little man below his screen speak the magic words. As much as he tried to imagine it, he could never remember what was said. Only that he saw him come and go, and with him, his memories.

He opened him a com-link to Raevynn. “What’s the plan?” he asked in his regular cold and mechanical voice. “If we don’t have one, has your intelligence given any schematics or leads to our location or objective? If so, I am more suitable for solo assignments, so I will be able to complete, or at least assist you throughout this mission.”

"Computer terminal? why do I always get the huge computer rooms?"

Wise pulled out his M6D and proceeded to the first door he could find.

Easily he could just speed through all the rooms but, actually thinking for once he could also cause alot of noise with objects falling and motion sensors. The cameras were no concern if he just ran under each one at the right moment. He closed off his COM link just incase someone did sense their approach and tried to trace their speech.

"You have an idea where we could go from here? door one or door two?"

Wise stood in a small room holding only one desk and a few maps of old UNSC ships and weapons on it. tot he left were two more doors he decided to check the one closest to the desk guessing that would be an excellant point seeing as whoever works here can easily get to the computer. Wise turned out to be wrong again entering a dimly lit bathroom which seemed like it was rarely cleaned, he calmly exited out the door and entered door number two.

he turned up in a long hallway with two fixed cameras at opposite ends doing easily passable rotations he sprinted to the first side and then the next, finding himself at the end of the hallway with a completly sealed off room and a control panel next to it. He prepared to eject his A.I. and enter into the panel.

"Catherine you think you can open this?"

He heard the sound of a inner doors to his right opening and footsteps.

"and quick?"

(Just a little something to make sure everyone is on the same path. Wise, this post dosen't have to ruin any idea you had with your post. If you wanted to frag some poor sod whilst your AI pulled data go right ahead.)

After the Spartans had secured the docking bay and the immediate surrounding rooms…

Axel wasn’t the submissive type. He never had been, even as a young child. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but then again it wasn’t something he was ashamed of either. It was part of him, and he knew that. The concept was simple. It was just there. That didn’t mean he was always openly defiant to those around him. Granted, there was always a certain amount of hostility between him and others but that was because he was a bit of an oddity. Deep down though, he knew submissive wasn’t the right word. It was too strong, and carried too much of a negative implication. He looked at Spartan-116 as she gave out the orders, laying down the game plan.

Spartan-116 started speaking once Wise returned with whatever information he had managed to grab with his AI. He’d taken a few minutes and one of the other Spartans had been sent to retrieve him. “Spartans, I know you all have read this, and we’ve gone over it, but listen up! We will split into two different teams. Blue Team, and Red Team. I will command Blue Team which will consist of six, accompanying me will be Spartans…”

The sound of her voice faded out as his own thoughts once again took command of his attention as they swam around, dancing the intricate dance of combat within the confines of his mind. These soldiers, these people, were under the command of Spartan-116. So was he, whether he liked that or not was still under debate in his mind. He looked at her again as she issued out the orders.

“Blue teams objective will be to find and capture the Rebel’s commander alive. Red Team will be commanded by Axel, which will also be consisting of six. Your objective will be to locate and civilians and bring them back to the docking bay for safe transport. There are four more Pelicans waiting for is somewhere up there.” At this Spartan-116 paused as a shadow of unease settled over the assembled Spartans. “He is a Lieutenant and commanded a large number of Spartans during his time away from us. He is more than suited for the job. Don’t make me tell you what a good soldier is. You all know. I know you will all keep your emotions in check, as will he.”

She looked at him as she said this. Axel simply gave a small, slow, calculated nod. Reassuring her that he knew his job, and he would get it done. He could handle it. He wondered if she had confidence in him, despite what she showed. He was very much sure she did, even if she did not trust him fully. He had enough confidence in his ability to lead. He knew that he had what it took, but he wished he had more confidence in himself as a person. He was still only a young teenager, and the events of his previous command only recently over still traumatized him.

About a minute later he founding himself looking up from the floor as Raevynn and the other Spartans of Blue Team filed out of the room, taking the door to the left of him as he faced the far wall which the back of the Pelican faced, each of their backs disappearing behind the door. He turned around, eyeing the pilots with mild interest. Each of them was dressed in some kind of variant of ODST armour he, or any of the others, were unable to recognize. He eyed them for a few seconds before taking the door to the right, activating his Chameleon Shield. He watched as his armour changed colour to something closer to the colours of the bulkheads around him. He smiled faintly. The energy shields of his old armour did not house such devices. It would make infiltration far easier.

(For a little storyline purposes I would like everyone to be in Silent_Wolf’s character’s team, which is Blue Team, and that Axel’s Red Team consist of NPCs. If I miscounted and there are more than five other players right now then well… send me a PM please.)

"nevermind to late."

Wise aimed his pistol high for a headshot as a small teenager janitor wearing headphones walked by. He pushed the spartan aside while scanning his card through the side slot and looked at him.

'Never seen you around here new?'

Wise stood there and stared at the kid blankly, he never knew there was someone who could be that dumb. All the rebels should know about spartans.

The walked through quickly not caring for answer and went towards a corner, pulled out a mirror and began attempting to pop a huge zit on his face.

"That was easy?"

Wise walked into the room ignoring the kid and looked around, the place was pretty much as high tech as low tech could get. Few computers spreaded across the front wall and one expensively large computer stood in the middle. He approached it and began pulling the A.I. form his helmet and inserted it into the computer. looking at the side screens around the computer he sees a camera recording of himself.

"Catherine, can you cut the cameras too?"

Gwendolyn Graves sat eating some Ice cream. There werent any other kids around. Shed seen men come and get one, so she hid. Mama had warned her about such things. so she could have all the ice cream she wanted. She was bored, and kinda sleepy. "Ill go home when i finish my ice cream," she said out loud to herself. No kids where there to stare at her, who cared if she talked to herself.

(( char is in sign up))
david stood, waiting for orders, he occasionally checked his sniper rifle for any scratces or smudges."why is it so dull around here"

((sam solider, you have to post a character in the sign up before you go about posting eevery where.also your character has to be a spartan,like from halo 1,2,or 3.also, why did you post as a little girl eating ice cream 🤨 that doesnt even have anything to do with the story stfugtfo .))

darkxbox, please don't act that way. Let Sam do whatever he/she wants. This RP has been dead for a long time. Also, Sam doesn't need to be with the other Spartans. There were more than just the Master Chief from Halo, Halo 2, and Halo 3. There were other Spartan recruits going into the Spartan III Program.

Im srry, im new to the site, how do i sign up then?

besides the rules say i gots to be on my own planet til i get abducted unless they changed sometime along the way so this is all i can do.