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Sep 4th, 2007 12:03 PM |
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Super Marie 64
Queen of Feuds
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Location: At home, wishing |
"You know, I have never truly got the idea of funerals. I mean, I get why you are doing it but I do not understand it. Tears and sorrow is all that is to it and yet humans go.
Ah well, I am sure there is a good reason to put yourself trough such pain. Well then, now we are closing up to our first mission. The mission will be an infiltration task and the target will be a pack of human rebels that works with drugs and other illegal stuff. Most importantly the mission is to get their leader. May I suggest the M7A1 Sub and the M6D pistol?
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Dead or alive.
So I suggest we put a bullet in the leg of his to-be dead body and say we tried"
The data of the mission flowed trough Catherine who took it all in. The thought of finally going into the heat of action was thrilling, even for her. She had longed for this day even though she did not admit it. To feel the pulse of her spartan rise and lower trough the different states of the mission, along with following his movement trough the complex sure would be a sight to see. She longed for combat and the feeling that she might not make it trough.
"I sure hope he and the others will behave and follow orders down there. Having them go renegade could cost the life of the whole group.
Boy, that would be fun. Total chaos and disaster.
Lucky Joshua that I am such a responsible, professional A.I. I would never let anything like that happen. I am worried though, as the information I have gained about these younglings sure indicates they are not the most reliable and stabile of spartan projects. Fortunatly they have been providen the presence of the greatest A.I around"
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Sep 15th, 2007 10:19 AM |
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SpadeKing
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"I never really understood it either. Chief says its to honor the fallen though so, I'll just go with that."
He was use to this, though really he was a litle sadden on the inside but ever since 6 his life has been hard. Ever since the abduction everyone here has been almost emotionless.
"Human rebels? sounds alot better than the convenant."
Wise thoughts went over to the first encounter where he was sent to plant explosives and encountered 3 cloaked elites. their faces appearing quickly out of nowhere scared him, especially the wierd blue glowing swords they had. He had a little crack in his voice.
"um.. you're sure there is no convenant?"
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Sep 15th, 2007 01:50 PM |
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Super Marie 64
Queen of Feuds
Gender: Female
Location: At home, wishing |
"This is supposed to be a rebel strike assignment, but there is never any telling to what the covenant forces will cook up. Whatever they do cook up, we bring the spices to it. However from the information that I have recieved, we are dealing with rebels and nothing more. I suggest you pick weapon accordingly"
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Sep 15th, 2007 02:06 PM |
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SpadeKing
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"Well I guess I can go with the loadout you chose."
Wise looked around the place for a m6d pistol, for a standard weapon it was kinda low on stock considering how much people loved it.
"so where was the base again?"
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Sep 15th, 2007 02:14 PM |
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Super Marie 64
Queen of Feuds
Gender: Female
Location: At home, wishing |
"The base is an underwater civilian complex which will be your destination of infiltration. The reason I recommended the weapons is the fact that they are light and not as loud as most others. A wise choice, for a wise spartan, Wise. Besides, you have nothing to worry about. You have me to guide you trough it all if things wind up outside the plans. I got most modern strategical moves installed, combined with the part that I am a self-thinking program and can quickly evolve the strategical ideas to adapt into the situation. You have nothing to worry about. Not even if you decide to go with other weapons than I suggested.
Wise!"
She giggled silently, taking pride in how she used the word 'wise'. However she did not show this much for now. She wanted her new spartan project to take her at least partly serious.
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Sep 15th, 2007 02:35 PM |
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Kon_The_Great
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Zeke walked down to the armory and went over to his locker. It was right next to Raeyn's. The guy changed with the girls because they had no sex drive and couldn't have sexual feelings towards girls. He opened his locker and grabbed his stuff. He grab his MAJILNR armor and put it all on except his helmet. He walked over grabbed a pistol and a ssualt rifle. Then he noticed Josh.
"Hey flash what's up can you move as fast in the water as you can on land?"
Zeke said.
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Sep 15th, 2007 05:37 PM |
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Newjak
I am Beyond Power
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Location: United States |
Jacob was walking to get ready for the mission.
"I'm just glad that funeral is over Jacob", Ambapali chimed in. "I do not like them they are so sad to think about. Anyways we have our next mission. Assaulting a group of Rebels. We are to infiltrate and take their leader DOA."
Jacob continued to walk along until he got to his locker and put on his armor. Once he had his armor on he went into the armory to get his weapons he. He was reaching for his sniper rifle when his A.I spoke quietly, "Jacob I'm sorry to say but you are not allowed any sniping weapons on this mission." Jacob really didn't like that. He felt at his best when he had his rifle within reach. So instead he grabbed a Battle Rifle and a Pistol and prepared. He went to loading area and waited for his orders to border.
Ambapali spent the next ten minutes going over all the safety rules for a Pelican trip.
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Sep 15th, 2007 06:42 PM |
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Rodgort
Dickroll'd.
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Location: Over there. Maybe there, too. |
The Armory was quiet. Only the sounds of the air vents humming and the occasional UNSC Marine walking across the hard tiled floor broke the awkward silence that filled the giant room. Though, there was one more sound, which sounded like a weapon being reloaded and the safety being clicked on and off repetitively.
Parker stood at the other end of the armory, checking his weapons. His MA5C Assault Rifle had been taken apart, reassembled, and polished to make it look almost new. He kept loading and reloading it with clips of ammunition to make sure it was in working order, then took out the clips and set it aside.
His M6D Pistol had also gone under the same treatment, and he went under the same procedure, loading and reloading, clicking the safety on and off, and then taking out all the ammunition and setting it aside. Though boring as it was, he needed to make sure things were in working order if he was going to survive his next mission.
He stared at his left arm. It had been torn off and vaporized when he was 10, only about 3 years ago. He had almost lost his life then, but a miracle happened and he pulled through long enough for him to be treated back on Reach. His only option was for him to have an artificial arm placed on him, which delayed the armor testing, long enough for the technicians to change his armor setting, removing up to his neck of his left arm's suit, and allowing the rest of the suit to connect with his new arm and function normally.
Parker sighed as he shook off the thought, and went back to work. He wondered, I wonder what everyone else is up to..
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Change my attempt, good intentions.
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Sep 15th, 2007 08:42 PM |
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SpadeKing
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"Personally, I hate swimming you can't really move fast enough either way, and I was the lastone to learn how to swim."
Replying to both the spartan and his A.I.
He picked continued searching for a pistol that he could use going through the entire room. Finally he gives up and goes back to the locker room and sits down at his locker.
Wise looks up and finds his M6D from last mission.
"How did I miss that? Catherine, was that there before?"
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Sep 16th, 2007 02:52 AM |
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Super Marie 64
Queen of Feuds
Gender: Female
Location: At home, wishing |
"It is there right now, is that not good enough for you? Of course it was there before if it is there right now.
As for the swimming, it is only a temporarily thing. You will be doing all the fighting where you have absorption of oxygen at your service. Hopefully, that is. A plan can always go wrong, but not wrong enough for you not to handle it, tough guy. If it is to any comfort, I can not swim at all and you do not see me complaining.
When I think about it, you have not seen me at all. Well, enough about that. Grab the gun and go get ready, as I believe many of the others already are and good to go."
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Sep 16th, 2007 07:35 AM |
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SpadeKing
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"Good enough for me."
Wise grabbed the pistol and looked around again. geared up and prepared to board the pelican.
He started thinking to himself hoping the A.I. wouldn't here his question in case it was really dumb, 'isn't A.I.s technically swimming in data or something like that?'
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Sep 16th, 2007 02:30 PM |
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Super Marie 64
Queen of Feuds
Gender: Female
Location: At home, wishing |
"You will do fine with everything, Wise. Worry not of the future and live in the now. You have me here in case anything would start going wrong and I am good at what I do.
I however do believe you have read too much fiction. We A.I's do not really have a true form. Our self is formed by the same data that we are built into, so basicly we are not swimming in data; We are data"
She decided to be quiet for a while, as she did not want him to get tired of her even before the first mission. The most important rule between an A.I and the Spartan is trust and sticking together, which would not work as well if he started getting tired of her.
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Sep 16th, 2007 04:56 PM |
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Liquid_Fire
Respect
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The room was dark. It was always dark…
Axel didn’t sigh as he looked, actually looked, at his surroundings. Even though there was almost no light he could feel the strain in his eyes. Seeing was more difficult than he remembered. He could leave his eyes open like this for a long time either, or it’d hurt and they’d start to water. He sighed.
“Remember not to strain your eyes child.” The doctor had said. Her voice had been kind and her expression nice and warm. She’d given him a worried look, worry for him. She’d cared about him. Axel wondered how many people were as nice as she had been. He remembered being brought to her, one of the top in the UNSC, best in her field. She’d been told what to do, but not why. Didn’t know who this young thirteen-year-old patient was, or what he was. She didn’t ask about the scars he already had, or the obvious augmentations to his body. Just the eyes, make the eyes better.
Axel’s world went dark, and he felt instant relief. “Killing humans.” He said quietly to no one but himself, his voice calm and soft. “You know I don’t like doing that…” He turned off his small hand held PDA. The text vanished, along with the faint hum the device emitted. A sound only his ears could pick up. Axel got up off his bed and headed down to the research laboratories to see his new armour. Designed for him, just for him… because he was special… Vivid images of being shot in the eye when was a child surfaced in his mind.
Many minutes had passed… he lost count long ago.
The helmet came on with an almost non-existent hiss as his MJOLNIR was pressurized. The familiar low drawl of the mechanical body armour flowed into his ears. He felt comforted. Then a second sound, higher pitched but even quieter almost imperceptible for him caught his attention. It was coming from the helmet around the visor.
“Open your eyes.” The voice said. It didn’t sound nice like the doctors. It sounded military. It was an order, so he obeyed.
He blinked once, looking around slowly from inside the confines of what defined him as a Spartan. Everything seemed a bit bluish and darker than he remembered, the effects of the visor’s screening, but he could see and his eyes felt fine. No more AI interpretation, no more numbers or symbols. He could see. Now he could really use a gun. Through his subtle excitement and having his eyes back he heard the man’s mouth open and his head whipped around so fast the Tech stopped with his mouth half open. Axel narrowed his eyes, invisible through the visor but he got the feeling the Tech saw what was going on regardless. “It works fine.” The young teenager said. “Now I have a job to do, sir.” He left the room without saluting.
Walking down the corridors to where the armoury he spent most of the time looking at his steel plated hand, turning it over several times. The dark green, almost black color of the armour somehow seemed appropriate. Axel closed his hand into fist. It felt nice.
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Sep 16th, 2007 06:45 PM |
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Final Blaxican
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Location: The epitome of my evolution. Account Restricted |
In his massive, green armor-clad hands, Rayden cradled his most precious possession. His creation.
Since he was a kid, Rayden was always technologically minded. He built computers, he played strategy games all day, every day (Actually, he remembered that that was what he was doing the day the UNSC "came for him". ) . A nerd, despite his size even then. And since his first week on boot camp he had wanted to make his own AI. He started four years ago, and he had just finished it an hour ago, ironically, the same day of the funeral. This was his first AI, so it was sure to be sloppy, but he had help from one of the many AI's that dotted the camps, so he was sure it would work okay. He was confident in his abilities.
Rayden gingerly let down the AI stick and grasped his SPARTAN helmet. He had gotten every piece of it on except for the helmet, which was generally put on last. He stood up and and rose to his full height of 7'. His Afro had long since been cut off (It took four other SPARTANS to hold him down while the barber went to town on his head, shaving him bald). He slipped the helmet on with a soft his and watched his HUD come to life as it connected to the rest of his suit. Now, it was time for the last and most important part.
Rayden picked up the AI and slowly, gingerly slid it into the slot on his helmet. There was the icy cold yet burning sensation.. Then nothing. Rayden waited.. and waited. For at least five minutes. He could feel a presence, but not really any awareness. But then he felt a mental nudge.
Hello?
"Hello."
Where am I?
"In my head? "
Oh. Well.. that would make sense.
"Yeah.. you're my AI. I created you. "
Did you? That's interesting. Different. I find hat hard to believe.
"Why is that so hard to believe.. "
Because as I was going through your mind I realized that you're only 13.
"What the hell you're mind probi"
And I have to say that debacle with your hair was hilarious.
"Get out of my mind you- "
You're gonna have to let me see some of those magazines you have hidden under your mattress. Wait.. I thought SPARTANS didn't have sex drives?
"I'm Black.. you can never get rid of my libido. "
o0o0o0o0o.. a child crush. Wow, and of all the people to have one on it's- At that point Rayden had ejected the AI from his helmet. He slipped it back in a few seconds later, though. He would just to get used to never having any privacy.
Why did you eject me? I was just getting o the best part.
"Look, man. We're going to have to set down some ground rules. Biggest rule is 1. Don't mind probe me. 2. Please, stay focused on our objectives. 3. Try not to- "
Whine whine whine.. I hope that's not all you do. Fine I'll obey your little rules. Whatever helps get the mission done. Speaking of which, we're about to miss our flight. Is your gear ready ?
" interrupt me when I'm talking.. Yes, I've got all my stuff. Shotgun and MA5B are ready to go. "
Rayden made sure he had all of his gear, including his palm pilot, twenty minutes ago. But he had lost track of time having his little discussion with his AI. He exited his quarters and began jogging lightly to the Pelican.
I'm Charlie, by the way.
" Nice to meet you Charlie. "
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SilentWolf
w00f!
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The launch bay was packed with just about every sort of UNSC personnel you could imagine.
Raevynn sat motionless at the tail of a pelican as two techs went over every inch of her new Mjolnir. Just a few days prior, her HUD had been acting strange. The techs wanted to make sure everything was perfect before they sent her off. It took them nearly an hour before they were satisfied with the Spartan.
"Everything looks good. Just try to keep that suite in one piece." One of the technicians joked before they both turned and left Raevynn to herself.
She watched from behind her golden visor as the two disappeared behind a set of sliding doors. Seconds later she opened a COM link to the rest of her Spartans.
"This is Spartan one one six." She started, "All Spartans report to launch bay one."
[]Hah, I know this post is crap but I didn't want to make you guys wait anymore  []
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"Violence may not be the answer. But it sure as hell gets a point across."-Spartan264
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Sep 18th, 2007 01:40 AM |
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SpadeKing
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"Huh? I'll just pretend I completley understood all of that, anyway sounds like its go time."
Wise sprinted to the docking bay almost knocking two marines over. He made it there within a few seconds after the announcement, stopped and saluted.
"I'm here and ready for action ma'm... Catherine did you happen to get the time it took me to get form the lockers to here?"
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Sep 18th, 2007 01:51 AM |
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King of Blades
The King
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Location: The South |
[Sorry the post is so long. I need it to build the story line for my character  ]
The circular room was dimly lit save for some very small lights at each rim that showed only the bottom half of the faces. Seven lights, seven faces, all of them staring down a lone scientist who sits ostracized from the group on the opposite side.
"When you removed his file from the archives, we had imagined there was absent information or additional data to be inserted." There was a pause, as his finger moved down a data pad gingerly trying to read all of the information without stopping. "We had not imagined you were intending on locking it down."
The man on the opposite end did not say a word. He sat there allowing his smile to reveal nothing and eyes to hide in the darkness. Another one of them spoke. It was a woman.
"Were you aware of the Spartan's impediment?"
"Impediment?! IMPEDIMENT! How dare you call his gift, an impediment!" His thick Russian accent emphasized every word in his accusation. "That boy has exceeded even the standard Spartan training with a precision and fatality that makes your training program look like it's a diet for obese children!" Several doctors shifted in their chairs.
"Your training quota is inhuman," Came the retort of the female of whom she was not shaken by the tone of his voice, "the results of deplorable. If this is your idea of--" Remus (the Russian man) cut her off?
"Of what? OF WHAT!? Do you think it was my intention that he developed his impediment?" Even without the light on his face, his smile showed a complete and utter disgust with the word, "Do you think it was I that made him the way he is?! I warned you these genetic modifications and early development abductions were dangerous. I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD HOLD UNACCOUNTED EVENTS THAT WOULD THREATEN THE PROJECT!"
"Mr. Remus lower your voice--"
"I WILL NOT!" his fist slammed hard against the panel that caused his light to flicker. After a moment of heavy breathing Remus continued "It was inhumane since the beginning. I knew if you had known of his condition, you would have eradicated him before his first training practice. That is why I removed him from the data banks, off this campus. That is why---"
"You are expelled from this project and this association. Project Spartan 129 will be discontinued. And you will be charged on accounts of treason."
"I don't believe that will be possible." Remus smiled maliciously. "You see Spartan 129 is no longer UNSC property as I am no longer UNSC Personnel. After Reach it was clear that they did not want anything to with Mr. William. Especially after the bunker 2 catastrophe. Now I am aware that you do not have the video feed for bunker 2, but I do have it from Spartan 129. And I can assure you it is very revealing." He moved his hand across the table and slid to the man a very small chip. "Have a look at it when you have the time."
He pushed his chair and exited the sliding door, leaving those in the dark room bewildered. A bewilderment that did not seem to encompass the man who twirled the chip in his hand.
As the door closed a boy rose with hopeful anticipation and yet emptiness in his eyes. “Is everything alright?” he asked in possibly the most monotonous voice he could muster. “I heard screaming and—“
“Don’t worry about it. You will be heading to your next assignment with the Spartans that await you in on the launch pad. Suit up, and follow their directions. Don’t forget,” he added pointing his finger at the boy, “make sure your helmet is on. I don’t want a repeat of Bunker 2.” The boy nodded his head and made his way towards the launch pad.
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He paced his jog as he normally did anything. The announcement rang indifferently within him. So much so, that the echoing of it within his helmet made him remember to flip the switch. His suit was not like any other Spartan’s, anyone would notice the fine curvature where normal armor units bulked. And yet even with these belittling characteristics, Spartan 129 stood out like a thin blade. He reached the hatch bay door and watched it slide open. His MA5B assault rifle was strapped to his back, a standard equipment shotgun that ran down his side, and M6D magnum at his hip. He never got to partake in a mission so heavily armored. He almost felt excited, happy….almost.
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Liquid_Fire
Respect
Gender: Male
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"Launch bay one." Axel repeated the words softly as he entered the large room, wincing as the light brightened when he stepped out of the corridor. His hand shot up to cover his face, protect it from the light. His eyes watered. The visor darkened quickly afterward. "Prototypes." He said, a bit of a cold egde seeping into his tone. "Always good for the Spartans."
He let out a shakey breath and looked around. Taking in every detail, his head doing a methodical sweep of the launch bay from one side to the other, taking several minutes. He caught a few of the non-combat personnel giving him odd glances. He couldn't blame them. The sight was... startling to say the least. His ears were still as honed a they ever wear, every sound every minor detail being brought to his attention, but to see them as well...
He closed his eyes and crouched slightly, as if getting ready to pounce. Axel looked slowly from left to right, tilting his head from one side to the other. A black world was still more comfortable. He sighed with relief before heading to the Pelican and climbing aboard and taking a seat closer to the back. A standard issue assault rifle with the butt on the floor and barrel pointed upward toward the roof between his legs, unloaded of course. Nothing to fancy. Gun's weren't his thing. He looked upwards at nothing in particular. He'd have to kill another person. His eyes fell back to the floor of the Pelican and he sat, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.
Looking down, starting at an endless nothing the faces of all the Spartans he had once commanded, trusted, been responsible for flashed by his eyes. Names, faces, comrades... He'd not attended the funeral for the other Spartans. He had his own to attend. Him, and two others. Hundreds of dead children who'd given thier all, and no one knew. No one gave thanks. The image of Col. Ackerson came into his mind. The man standing in front of them, giving orders, advice. Axel gripped his rifle and tapped the floor of the pelican twice, hard. He gritted his teeth.
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Sep 18th, 2007 02:12 AM |
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Rodgort
Dickroll'd.
Gender: Male
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"Acknowledged, I'm on my way. Spartan One-One-Five out." Parker's acknowledgement light winked on once he closed the COM. Grabbing his things a long with a half a full supply of amunition for each weapon, he left the armory and headed towards the Launch Bay. Reach's training facilities were always too quiet, and it made Parker feel on the edge every time he walked down its halls.
As he entered the Launch Bay, he had a quick look around the room. UNSC Personnel were tending to other things as he and his fellow Spartans gathered up around and inside the Pelican. Parker quickly nodded as a greeting towards Raevynn and Axel, and climbed into the empty tail seat of the Pelican on the left side. As he waited, he put a fresh clip of ammunition into his pistol.
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Change my attempt, good intentions.
Should I? Could I?
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