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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 9:38 pm
Ensign Jamison Holly
>1302 Hours
>>Sitting in his quarters
An observer and translator. This had been Jamison Holly's first mission during the Battle of Reach, a simple task of following the information being passed back and forth between the Covenant warships, and translating it so that those aboard the ships would be able to counter their strategies effectively. He had understood that there would be danger in the mission - he had understood on an informational level, the same level that everyone who has never experienced war understands danger on. However, mere information and cold reality were two starkly different concepts.
Even now, the twisted hulls of the warships, the silent explosions, the flares of lights and trails of Archer missiles, were burned into his retinas. Even if he had somehow been able to escape the carnage of the Battle of Reach, he would never be able to forget the horrific sights of a frigate being torn open by a plasma torpedo, the rush of oxygen and the silent screams of the corpses of men and women as they drifted out towards the abyss of space. Eighteen years old, fresh out of the ONI training academy, and Holly knew nothing about the true state of war. He had been baptized, his innocence stripped from him, and now he knew death as well as if he had been formally introduced to the Grim Reaper when he stood on the bridge of the Sunrise.
And yet, he was alive. This realization flared in his mind like a small light, guiding him away from the darkness of space and the horrific scenes of the battle. He was alive, and now he had a job - to keep everyone else on this ship alive, in any way he could. The Marines could fight, the captain could lead, and he... he could think, analyze, and plan. And in this way, he could survive. However, there was no point in sitting in the dim quarters; he needed to find the captain, to seek orders, and to help the crew in any way he could.
With this thought firmly in mind, Holly stood and strode down the corridors. His grey uniform matched those of the others on board the ship, save for the pyramidal patch he wore on his right shoulder, marking him as one of the Office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI. This patch was, to him, a black mark not unlike the plague. People skirted around him as though afraid of a contagious disease, and although Holly was used to the ostracization, he nevertheless found it slightly tiring, especially considering the sorry state of the ship. However, he would persevere.
Briefly, Holly pulled up a map on one of the still-working panels of the ship. A quick glance over it told him that the commander was on the drop deck, a quick walk for Holly. The young ensign quickly hopped on a lift and rode the current down towards the drop deck, where he noticed Commander Poole speaking with the ODSTs. Holly paused, then dropped into a position known as "at-ease," his hands folded behind his back as he waited patiently for the commander to finish his work with the ODSTs, so that he could ask for orders.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 10:10 pm
Master Sergeant Danica Carmichael
C.Q.C. Marine
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Danica turned around, she knew she reconized that voice "Sechs!" she ran to the man and hugged him "I missed you." she held him for a few seconds and then realized she is in a full Marine armor and the man was not "Oh sorry, that musta been uncomfortable.." she hit her forehead.
She went into the weight room's change room and got out of her armor, she would rather put her stuff away in her own room but that walk was too far and her old friend had just arrived. It tooke a few moments and then she was out, wearing a sports bra and some shorts. "I think I will have to take you up on that offer." she smiled and then pulled the man to the treadmill next to her own.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 10:47 pm
Staff Sargent
Sechs Karnock
Status: Working out
Sechs was quickly caught in a hug, which he returned despite the armor Danica was wearing. "Hey, I missed seeing you too, it's been too long, don't worry about the armor. I'm tougher than that." he commented with a laugh as she realized her slight error. He waited as she changed, and allowed her to drag him over to the treadmill. He set it for a fairly brisk pace and started to move along with the machine.
"So, what have you been up to since we saw each other last?" he asked as they continued to run.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:01 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
>1300 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>>Slipspace
The hatch to the Drop Bay opened with a hiss. The First Sergeant glanced over and watched an ODST sergeant lean against the railing. He nodded his head by way of acknowledgement then returned to his contemplation of the empty space. Overhead the curved launch decks were cycled shut, with the Pods inside prepped and waiting for occupants. This gave the Launch Bay an isolated feeling, something appropriate for the UNSC’s finest. The hatch cycled again and there was a faint knock on the bulkhead. Mitchell turned to look beyond the Sergeant to see Commander Poole. He instinctively snapped to attention and brought his hand up in a crisp salute.
”CAPTAIN ON DECK!” He announced.
Every Marine or Crewman in the Drop Bay snapped to attention as the ship's Commanding Officer spoke.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:02 pm
Master Sergeant Danica Carmichael
C.Q.C. Marine
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Working Out
"Well nothing really, a few small operations on different planets and ships. I actually was just awaken from Cyro today.. I am assuming I am needed after our loss of Reach." she was sad for a moment and then was quickly lightened up by her company. She adjusted Sech's treadmill to make him sprint and started giggled "Run boy!" she laughed some more and then turned it down "What have you been up to? Any cute girls in your life?" she jogged and looked at the man to see his face as he replied.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:18 pm
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Promptly standing to attention.
Whitney looked at the ODST, then she, looking at Commander Poole, double-take. She quickly stood to attention facing Poole. She really wasn't comfortable being in front of an officer like this, her armor wasn't exactly the most presentable. Then again, showing she was still alive in this crap must of be something good.
Didn't expect him to be here. But then again, it is not surprising. He personally came to check up on his best huh?
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:43 pm
Staff Sargent
Sechs Karnock
Status: Running like hell
Sechs was listening to Danica when she reached over and flipped his speed control. He grinned at her and easily kept pace for the brief time she had it set high. "Me? Up to something? Surely you jest!" he said, feigning indignity. "On a more serious note, working my butt off. I feel like I've been fighting my whole life, and sadly, that hasn't left much room for anything cute other than what's running next to me." he said with a grin. He wanted to forget reach, but he knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"So what about you, anybody manage to tie you down finally?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:54 pm
Master Sergeant Danica Carmichael
C.Q.C. Marine
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Playing the 100 Question Game
Danica laughed and then shook her head "Thats a negative, but who know's.. Anything can happen in the future, right?" she laughed once more. Danica realized there had been another person in the room "Oh I forgot we had company Sechs.." she nudged Sechs and then pointed over to the other man. Danica felt confused on whether or not she should go over to the other man and invite him over or not, she continued to think on that for a few seconds and then snapped back at attention for Sechs "Would you like to eat in the Mess with me tonight?" she blushed and then had a small giggle.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:08 am
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Rendering proper customs and courtesies.
Still awaiting the order to carry on with his previous duties, Corporal Formoe stood at a rigid position of attention, saluting a Commander was little to behold when officers so often frequented the halls of the ship, prompting them to salute at every passing soul, which he knew was not required of him if in the presence of a higher ranking enlisted official. What stood out though, was that he had recognized this officer as the one he had peviously walked by and saluted on his way past the mess hall. Of course, the Commander couldn't possibly recognize him with his armor and helmet on but it didn't change the fact that he was beating himself up inside for so casually passing the Captain of the vessel he now called home without any sort of verbal greeting. To walk by him like a common officer, instead of slamming up against the wall to make way for the ship's Captain, he felt as though he had just broken a law and convicted himslf.
Formoe's posture was unflinching, though, and his rigid form of attention held firm until those famous words would echo through the eerie silence for the ODSTs to continue with the tasks tey were carrying out before the officer entered. The behemoth of a man stood to the starboard side of the deck, an open pod to his right and both hands clenched at his sides, knowing that only the NCOs on the catwalk needed to salute, at least the highest ranking one did, the NCO which would take command of all the lower ranking enlisted folk in the area.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:22 pm
1st Sergeant Compton, Nathaniel H.
»1300 hours
»»UNSC Iron Sunrise
»»Slipspace
Sardines in a can was the only analogy that Compton could use to describe the ride from Reach. giant was unquestionably the largest man on the vessel and he was forced not to sit with the other ODSTs or Marines, rather he was on civilian watch, making sure nobody broke anything and enforcing his very favorite policy, you break it, I shoot. Patrol was fun duty, if you were brain dead. The behemoth had to duck as he walked around the small Corvette that was unfortunately not designed for a man of his stature or one in his situation. Civilians littered the cargo bay leaving no room for any equipment or for Compton to lay down and relax. Of course he wouldn't complain, at least he was one of the ODSTs fortunate enough to step onto a ship that actually made it off the planet. Many of the other evac crews weren't as fortunate by being shot down over Reach as they left the atmosphere.
Of course that was something that Compton didn't want to think about as he stood aboard his new ship, the Iron Sunrise. While the name was strange enough the ship itself was a beauty. The ship however was as big and tough as they came, the ship had so much room that other ships were offloading troops and civilians alike onto it. And even with all of that space there was still very little room on the ship. None of the cryo bays were available as they were occupied by the multitudes of civilians. That left Compton to just sit in the drop compartments and wait for re-entry. He had no idea where they were headed or what they were going to do so he was sitting in the drop pod bay staring into his pod. His rifle sat beside the main seat on one side, a pistol holster sat near the seat and there were other empty spaces for where he could put other various weapons for his many load outs.
Compton however already knew all of the different variations for the pod. Hell he knew that pod upside down and could find anything in pitch blackness. No, Compton stood bracing himself against the open door staring blankly into the pod trying to shake the memories of his recent escapades. He remembered the blank stares from his comrades as they lay dying on the paved roads that led to the evac point. He remembered all of the sounds of that day. The sound of pavement boiling as plasma scorched it, the screams of the enemies as they fell and the screams of the civilians as they tried their damndest to stay out of the way. It was like any other battle at least in the sights and sounds but something was different this time around. Something made this battle sting worse than any of the others. Maybe it was the fact that this was the UNSCs most well defended position, maybe it was because this was supposed to be the only colony that would never fall. Whatever the reason something made Compton feel worse than he usually would after watching a planet get glassed.
He shook his head and turned from the pod, maybe moving around would clear his head. Oddly enough as he turned only one person stood by him, a man he met while defending the evac zone, First Sergeant Mitchell. It was as if the two were brothers, or at least that was how they got along while defending humanity's last stand on Reach. Compton simply nodded to the man, " Mitchell. " But before the two could exchange pleasantries the man shouted, " Captain on deck " his voice boomed. Almost immediately Compton snapped stiff and pulled a quick salute to the officer.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:26 pm
Staff Sargent
Sech Karnock
Status: Running, but going nowhere
Sechs Raised an eyebrow in curiosity when she mentioned she wasn't seeing anyone, and nearly pulled something in his neck when she asked him to dinner. He figured his mess of scars was an obstacle, but then again, she was good friend. "You kidding? Sure, I'd love to. Assuming we can get in the door of course." he said, still keeping his pace.
He looked back to the other occupant in the room and noticed the guy was wrapped in bandages, some of which were stained with blood. He frowned slightly, but decided not to say anything yet.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 2:42 pm
Lance Corporal Desmund Cain
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Ripping on the Triceps Machine
Desmund pulled the metal arms down hard, and winced again. His wound wasn't bleeding profusely, but he definitely loosened the stitching.
He let the bars float slowly back to their ready-position. He held his arm just below the red staining, and stood. The other two people had been talking, but he hadn't been paying attention. They seemed to be rather interested in each other. He decided to get on a treadmill near them, but left them some personal space in the form of another treadmill between himself and the man. Desmund locked eyes with them both momentarily, but then returned to his own task. The last thing he wanted was to make that girl think he was checking her out or something like that.
He set the treadmill at a jogging pace at first, but then brought it up two more km/h.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:28 pm
Commander Andrew Poole
>1302 Hours
>> Main Drop Deck
"Alright, at ease. There's no need for that crap now." Poole said with a wave of a hand. Crossing his arms, he entered the drop deck further and leaned up against the massive briefing table in the middle of the room. The pale blue light lit up his face, and his pale gray eyes glowed eerily as he examined the handful of ODSTs nearest him. Two stood out of the crowd, a female, and an almost freakishly huge man. But none of them looked like they had been originally stationed on his ship.
"For those of you new to this beautiful ship, I am Commander Andrew Poole. Captain Blake was killed at Reach, which can be explained by the damaged levels." He took just a few seconds of silence for the man. A genius in his own right, he couldn't help but be concerned with both his crew, and his ship itself. And that would explain why Poole was CO now. A foolish move it was, to leave the bridge to help the crew in the now damaged levels, but it wasn't as if anyone could've predicted that he would've died.
As if on cue, the red form of Aquinas popped up next to Poole on the briefing table. Hands elegantly clasped together behind her back, she looked around the room.
"Hello," She said with a warm smile, looking over those closest to the table. "I am Aquinas, and I will be your AI for this flight." Giggling softly at her ridiculous little joke, she stopped when Poole looked down at her. Though he wasn't irritated, he just wanted to continue with the whole reason he was there.
"The main reason I came down here is so those of you that have never been on, or even heard of my dear Sunrise know how things work around here. Unlike Captain Blake, I expect everything to be done the second I order you to do it. If I order you to jump, don't even ask 'how high', I just want you to jump. If I order you to scrub an older civilians a** because they're unable to, you do it. Of course I won't be that much of an a*****e, but you get what I'm going for here right? Just do what I tell you, and you'll stay on my good side."
He ran his hands over the not even centimeter long black stubble that covered his head and looked over the nearest ODSTs. But instead of him saying anything, Aquinas spoke up.
"Don't worry, he's not as mean as he pretends to be. Now then, Commander, Ensign Holly is waiting for you just outside. I'll stay and chitchat with these guys."
Poole raised an eyebrow at the AI and gave her a little nod. Removing himself from the edge of the table he leaned on, he left the drop deck to see what the annoyance of an Ensign wanted.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:23 pm
Master Sergeant Danica Carmichael
C.Q.C. Marine
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Exercising and Chatting
"Great! And wear something casual.. That's an order!" Danica had an enormous smile after saying that. She slowed her treadmill down to a steady speed-walk, she was almost ready to move on to another machine but she hadn't decided which yet. Danica ran her hand through her hair, she wished there was a better Air Conditioning system in the room but she was a Marine and she had been through worse. She had nothing to say so she just waited to spoken to.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:31 pm
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Organizing herself.
"Aquinas?" Whitney said as she walked over the hologram, while taking off her helmet. She slammed her hands onto the table and got right up close looking at the AI. She titled her head a little while looking at the glowing woman. "You are so pretty." Whitney suddenly became a "proper" girl, which wasn't a good thing. Because as an ODST, she shouldn't be like this. But she suddenly realized what she was doing quite quickly and stood up straight.
"Well thanks, you not to bad looking yourself." Aquinas giggled at herself, while Whitney's eyebrow twitched a little. "You need something?" Of course Whitney wanted something, but she just pondered this AI's personally for a bit. "New armor." she pointed to her chest plate as she said this, making it obvious why she said it so plainly. "Armory. Just follow the red arrow down stairs. I will have a red flashing light over the door for you." She was glad to know this AI was helpful, and turned away from the red hologram to go to the armory. She took a few steps just to see behind Mitchell the one guy she never expected to see on this ship, let alone alive. Nathaniel Compton was there, she got slightly excited inside, but held herself together. She carried on walking past, pretending she didn't notice him and gone to deal with her armor.
Whitney got to the armory, and found a suitable replacement armor and gear. A crimson red chest plate and stripe in the helmet. But she preferred softer colors. She strapped on the gear to fit, so that she wasn't so uncomfortable, then again, she always wore mens clothes. She tighten the last strap around her waist, then made her way back up to the conference deck.
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