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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:12 am
1st lieutenant Mika Jokinen
UNSC Armored Prayer
Jokinen wasn't surprised to see Mitchell's behaviour, him being a gear of military machine for years. Mika took the sheet back and put it to its rest in to a drawer. "It may not be your place with marine or navy officers, but in this room you are allowed to share your open opinion. I don't need mute people, I want views, ideas and criticism."
He smiled a bit. "Of course, I could ask from Captain for a permission to land with Pelicans and actually do something, but digging ice isn't exactly ODST turf. We could do something down there, as a unit, nevertheless."
He put his SMG on the table, fully cleaned and in pristine condition.
"If you have ideas of forging the unit into a solid force again, I'd like to hear them now", the lieutenant changed the subject, eyes facing Mitchell's. The lieutenant would try his best at unifying the newcomers and oldbies, but if the sergeant major had something to put on table...
After hearing Mitchell's response, Mika simply nodded. "You can leave now", he said with a polite smile. "My office is open for you if you want to talk to me, Mitchell."
The door closed, and with it ended the first meeting with Mitchell. Somehow Mika couldn't get rid of the feeling it certainly wouldn't be the last one.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:07 am
> NAME: Roarke, Aleksandra | UNSC NAVY O-4
>> UNSC ARDENT WIND
"Awake the rest of the crew, Demitrius. I want an ETA on when we will be transitioning to real space." The AI, dressed in the archaic dress blues of the once glorious United States Marine Corps, nodded stiffly, saluting the young woman, then winked off to preform his duties. She sighed almost inaudibly, leaving the cryo chamber and heading towards her quarters. Her head hung low as she traversed the p-ways, awaiting what the message would say.
Punching in the passcode for her quarters, the metallic door slid open, revealing a dark inner-sanctum Aleksandra called her own. She walked in, flicking on the dim lights, feeling enveloped within her own sanctuary. Everything was placed as such before they entered slipspace; just as ship-shape as regulations dictated. There, turning to look at the desk near her rack, laid the disk holding James' comminique. She took hold of the disk, staring at it for some time, then placed it into the audio playback device. She pressed play, laying down on her rack, listening intently:
"Aleksandra, I have been with you since the beginning, watching you as you rose in rank and gained glory within the Navy. I can't tell what a wonderful time I had on the family cruise a while back. The ship was beautiful...
But I have also been patient.
I have awaited your decision to just... take a break. Maybe even retire. But, I know what this means to you...
I can't deal with the sacrifices anymore.
We both have our own lives to live, and yours is one that you can't easily break away from. I can't wait any longer. This life you live, I have had enough of it.
I'm done Aleksandra... We're done."
The audio went dead, and Alek was silent. She stared at the ceiling for a short moment, then arose from the rack. She opened the APD, removing the communique disk from within. She could only stare at it, then after a long moment, she threw it in the nearest wastebasket.
"Madam, ETA to transition in four minutes."
Aleksandra nodded slowly to herself then left her quarters, heading towards the Bridge.
Though she did not shed a tear, nor show any trace of emotion... Her heart had shattered.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 11:43 am
First Class Private: Lance Sikes
UNSC Armored Prayer
Location: Mess Hall
As Lance reached out his hand to Jonathan. He saw a group of marines walking together towards a round table. Lance soon recognized that it was Delta squad. Lance also remembered that he was assigned to Delta squad. Lance hurriedly got up and picked up his tray of food and walked over to them. As Lance approach the group they all stared at him as he sat down. "Who are you soldier?" said the captain of the squad. "First class private, Lance Sikes sir!" said Lance saluting. "I was assigned to Delta squad from the lieutenant." said Lance as he puts his hand down. "Well then welcome to the squad! But don't think we'll go soft on you soldier!" said the captain. "Yes sir!" said Lance.
He noticed that everyone was already halfway done with their food. They were eating in a hurry. That's when he remembered. The soldiers must finish eating before the captain does. If they don't they have to stop immediately and throw away their food. Lance also noticed that the captain was also halfway now. He was already eating since the conversation stopped. Lance didn't even touch his food yet. "Dang it!" said Lance to himself. Lance quickly grabbed his fork and dug at his plate. Everyone was done except him and the captain. Everyone had their eyes on him. Probably thinking that he couldn't finish eating before the captain does.
Lance quickly finished his pancakes and moved on to his hash browns. He also noticed that the captain was also on his hash browns. Lance hurriedly ate his hash browns and drank his milk and orange juice. Lance felt satisfied that he beat the captain on his first day. Everyone at his table clapped when he finished. "You sure eat fast for a private." said the captain as everybody got up to put their trays away. The group then walked back to the table. Lance placing both hands under his chin listened to the other marines stories of how they fought against the covenant. Suddenly the subject changed to terrain.
"Well it is pretty hard to fight in the rain you know?" said one of the marines. "Stop being a girl Jack." said another marine. "Well then how about fighting in the snow? Harvest is full of snow!" said Jack. "Well at least you can see Jack. It's not like it will be snowing hard!" said the marine. "Well there would probably be blizzards...." said Lance. "Well if there was one. We could just send out vehicles." said the marine. "You don't wanna be in a warthog when it's freezing cold. Would you Mike?" said Jack. "You gotta be tough soldier! Stop being a girl Jack." said the captain to Jack.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 12:06 pm
Private First Class Jackson King
UNSC Armored Prayer
Jackson simply shrugged as the large man walked in and started to walk away when something caught his eye. "Hey, hey private!" He called out to another medical personal.
"Take this to Captain Omar, its the medical paperwork, everything is 100%." The young private nodded and ran off.
Jackson, breathing a sigh of relief, ran off to the mess hall to eat breakfast...or was it lunch time?
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 1:19 pm
First Class Private: Lance Sikes
UNSC Armored Prayer
Location: Mess Hall
Lance was lost in thought. He felt really good in Delta squad. He felt welcomed. He was always included in everything. Everyone looked out for each other. No one really argues in Delta squad. That made Lance even more comfortable. "Well Lance I herd that you're very good at technology" said the captain. "Well we don't really know what you're capable of... so mind telling us?" said the captain. "Si..Sir..." said Lance as he thought of everything he learned about technology. "Well I know how to fix many things... I can hack into the covenant systems sometimes. I can also fix vehicles if I have the right stuff. I can also fix radios. I can shut off bombs. I can jam covenant radio signals. That's about it..." said Lance hoping to impress the squad. "You can be really useful in battle soldier" said the captain. "Thank you sir!" said Lance saluting.
"Ungh I can't wait to land on harvest!" said another marine. "We can't leave intill we have permission from the sergeant Blake." said the captain with a bored face now. "So what's your goal Lance?" said Jack as everyone looks at him. "Well... I wanna become an ODST like my father." said Lance looking at everyone. "Is your father still an ODST?" asked Mike. "No... he died... After serving eight years..." said Lance. "Well... sorry to hear that private." said the captain. "He was a good man to serve the UNSC for eight years..." said the captain. "I wonder how long we'll have to wait before we set off..." said Lance as he crosses his arms. "Well we gotta have patience sometimes..." said Jack. "But it's been hours already!" said Blake. "I wanna see what we can find and then go home..." said Blake crossing his arms like Lance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:08 pm
> NAME: Mitchell, Scott P. | UNSC MARINES E-9
>> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [AP.ACTUAL]
"Sir". Mitchell snapped off a crisp salute, spun on his heel, and left the LT's office. Jokinen didn't seem like a bad sort, and he didn't want the replacements to hate him for their orders, which was why he would take the inumerable pleasure of delivering the news himself. If the replacements were going to hate anyone, they could hate him. He was the oldest member of Echo team, he could take their s**t, and he could personally put every last one of them down. Besides, he had to maintain the appearance of the infallable officer. The automated doors parted and he marched down the passageways towards Cryo Bay 2, where the rest of Echo was just now waking up. The Navy techs nodded to the Sergeant Major as he entered then went back to work. A dozen naked men and women were climing out of their tubes and vomiting bronchial surfactant onto the decks. Despite what the AIs said, that stuff didn't stay down. It was designed to be swallowed and regurgitated during Cryosleep then vomited out when you woke up. Not a pleasant experience to say the least. Every naked man or woman had already distinguished themselves in the field of battle and had extensive experience with special operations and unconventional warfare, not to mention the rigorous ODST training and SOEIV certification. Despite this, they were still just people who were still a little groggy. There hadn't been time to establish his superiority on Portia. The Replacements had all been assigned to Echo, then the ships went into Slipspace and everyone went into the freezer. Now he was standing in front of naked men and women, fully clothed, and wearing a mean expression on his face. No more mister nice guy. Several of the tubes were still occupied as some of the marines were taking their time getting up. It wasn't as though there was anything to be done right?
"Nap time's over ladies and gentlemen. Get dressed and grab something to eat then get your asses to the barracks. Mission briefing at 10:00 hours."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:48 pm
Lance Corporal Compton, Nathaniel
Aboard UNSC Armored Prayer
Epsilon Indi System
February 4th, 2561
The UNSC Armored Prayer was abuzz with life. ODSTs and Marines quickly jumped from place to place, following orders or prepping themselves for whatever it was that they were about to head into. As they frantically ran about, Compton had a mission all his own. He knew only three things thus far: they were heading to Harvest, his long time friend was spending time the their new CO, and he was hungry. The monster trod along the corridors of the Keyes class ship in search of the mess hall. He really hated this new ship, it certainly was a powerful ship, especially for it's size, but the layout seemed too complex and the ship seemed to have too many soldiers for it's size. Thankfully most of the Marines stayed out of his way, keeping clear of the hulk that continued through the halls. It wasn't until he reached the mess hall that Compton actually had to put some effort into moving through the crowds. He waded through the lines towards the front where he could get some food in his stomach. He would have pushed straight through the line to put something in his belly, but the food wasn't exactly that good and he didn't exactly want to piss off any of the officers anymore than he already had.
When he got to the front of the line Compton pleaded with the chef for two portions of meals to no avail. He stared down at the seemingly empty tray, sure it had his meal on it, but for a man his size, this day in day out low portion meal plan wasn't exactly helping him stay in top shape. He sat down and inhaled his meal in a few short minutes before standing, putting his tray away and stealing a baked potato from someone's plate when they weren't looking. He quickly scarfed it down and left the mess hall with a grin on his face. He was at least half full. When he heard the poor sap that he stole the potato from he simply turned and stared at him. Surprisingly enough the fool didn't back down at all when seeing just how immense his foe was. It wasn't until the man began barking off that Compton seriously considered tearing the man's limbs off. Of course the thought of functioning as a space anchor didn't exactly seem all too pleasurable at the moment so he refrained. Once the man finished venting Compton simply turned and walked away. Unsatisfied with this, the rookie grabbed Compton's arm and spun him to face him before delivering a shot to Compton's chest, failing to reach his face. Startled Compton stared down at the Marine who suddenly realized his grave mistake. Compton grabbed the man's arm and began to twist ever so slightly, but with an immense grip like Compton's, even the slightest twitch felt like he had him in an arm bar a la UFC fighting. Suddenly a grin found it's way to the stoic's face, he was no bully, but it felt so good to beat around a rookie.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:12 pm
Private Altair, Gabriel:
UNSC Frigate: Armored Prayer
Private Altair watched on as the two began to quarrel but didn't take it upon himself to interfere, most men would have simply let the ODST go after managing to vent their frustrations, assuming they didn't get their jaw busted inwards during the process, but this man, newer even than Gabriel, proved himself to be the fool of the unit. Seeing how simply the Lance Corporal managed to get the better of the situation he only gave a bit of a smirk, which earned him reproach from the others at the table, much to his chagrin. Finishing his own meal he wrought a hand out and set it upon the wrist of L. Corporal Compton before pulling his own man back from attempting to fight any further, then catching the eye of the larger man he spoke.
"Sir, I believe it best none of us start a scene in front of the officers. I personally don't want to end up on latrine duty because my fellow corpsmen can't do anything with a broken arm. Sir." He stated as he stood firm, trying not to make an enemy of either the man towering over him or his own team.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:47 pm
>> NAME: Hammer, Michael R. | UNSC NAVY O-5
>> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [SE.413]
The Commander looked Jacobs right in the eyes even though the man wouldn't have been able to see the gesture. "I'm under orders from NavSpecWep, Section Three not to speak on that matter, sir," he said still at rigid attention. The boys in the labs had cooked some stuff up that was really useful, some stuff that the Forerunners had demonstrated would be effective in transporting objects. Reverse engineering was a marvel of science, and while Hammer understood the concept he preferred to steer clear of the details. "However, I was given specific orders from Lord Hood to oversee ground operations, sir," he said, "I thought I'd check in with you before going top-side."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:14 pm
>NAME: Westenra, Keira C. | UNSC NAVY O-4
>> UNSC ARDENT WIND
It was a silent walk to the Bridge. With the crew still in the process of reawakening and returning to their posts, the only sound she heard was the soft thrum of the engines. Demitrius appeared along the bulkhead, a hologram walking alongside her. The AI marched casually, its hands clasped behind his back, cover squarely placed on his head: "The entire crew should be up and ready in a matter of minutes, ma'am." he said, turning slightly to her as he spoke. Keira did not reply. "Madam, my bio-readout of you indicates an increased heart rate and... you're shaking. Are you alright?" She sighed as she came upon the lift to the Bridge. "I'm fine, Demitrius." she muttered, pressing the hail button. The AI appeared before her, projecting itself on the lift hatch; "Are you sure?" The hatch slid open and Keira stepped in, turning on her heel to face the AI projection on the bulkhead: "It's nothing you would understand."
As the lift hatch slid shut, Keira couldn't help but let the tears pass her eyes. She tried her hardest to hold it in, but ultimately failed.
Her eyes to the ceiling, feeling the lift move, Keira allowed the tears to fall, slipping the wedding ring off of her finger...
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:21 pm
> NAME: Jacobs, Omar C. | UNSC NAVY O-6
>> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [AP.ACTUAL]
Jacobs sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. Specialists from Section Three were not something he wanted to deal with, let alone a Spartan. He barely knew what they were doing on Harvest let alone when the ground operation was supposed to start. He looked at the Corporal standing at attention and took the supply list.
"That will be all Corporal."
He looked back at the Spartan and sighed.
"I'm sorry Commander but it would seem that you're on the wrong ship. Rear-Admiral Hoffman is in command of all UNSC forces in the Epsilon Indi system at the moment and as such, is the one you want to be speaking with. I can arrange transport to the Amnesty of God if you'd like so you ca-"
"Captain."
"Yes Baldur?"
"Sir, there is an incident in the Mess Hall with one Corporal Comp-"
The Captain loosed an exasperated sigh and held his head in his hand.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment Commander."
The Captain opened the ship-wide Communications net and sent a priority transmission to Lieutenant Jokinen.
"Lieutenant, one of your Troopers is making a scene in the Mess Hall. I suggest you deal with it before I dispatch Security. Do I make myself understood? Jacobs out."
Jacobs looked back at the Spartan and shrugged.
"If you'd like Commander, I can make a spot for you on one of the ground-side transports, but I'll have to clear it with Rear-Admiral Hoffman first."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:24 pm
>> NAME: Hammer, Michael R. | UNSC NAVY O-5
>> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [SE.413]
Hammer stood still at attention, "The Rear-Admiral was the one who was sent me here, sir."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:48 pm
Lance Corporal Compton, Nathaniel
Aboard UNSC Armored Prayer
Epsilon Indi System
February 4th, 2561
For a rookie, these two had nuts, that or they just didn't know when they were outmatched. The private that tried to step over and help his friend out was brave, no doubt about that, a fool, but he was brave no less. Altair walked up to Compton, who eyed him as he approached only to watch as he tried to free his friend to no avail. Compton effortlessly held on, despite the new rookie's attempt to free what Compton assumed was his Marine squad mate. After a few moments of the Marine struggling to break his friend free he settled with a stern talking to the skulking giant.
"Sir, I believe it best none of us start a scene in front of the officers. I personally don't want to end up on latrine duty because my fellow corpsmen can't do anything with a broken arm. Sir." The rookie mouthed off at Compton for only a moment, but combined with both chatter and the fact that he touched Compton, it warranted a little agitation in Compton. He reached out and grabbed the Marine by his fatigues, staring intently at the man, still holding onto his struggling squad mate.
"I was going to leave you scott free, same with your pal here, but you made the worst mistake anyone can make. You laid a hand on me. No one lays a hand on me. Not my teammates, not my enemy, no one. Understand?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:12 pm
Private Altair, Gabriel:
UNSC Frigate: Armored Prayer
"The twist you've got on my fellow corpsmen says different, and albeit I placed a hand on you I did so in intent to stop a scene, not perpetuate one. You're a bigger man and a higher rank, why cause more of a scene than needs call for, more so the injury of another human, we've faced enough in these waning years." He replied back to the man, intimidated, but not to the point of backing down from anyone they should rather be calling ally. His grip twining slightly into the wrist of the man as his right leg braced back, himself prepared, but not wanting to fight if this matter came down to it.
"Now, shall we lower arms and let this scene go, or will we both end up getting set down by an officer?" He asked in reproach to the man, bracing his other leg in preparation for either calculated tactic the larger foe would have.
He hoped at this point, however, that a LT or some other ranked official would pass to end this dispute.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:43 pm
[AGL 0725-4] Hm... Trouble aboard the Ardent Wind. What's wrong Demitrius?
[DMS 0962-8] I do not know. These human emotions are so confusing...
[AGL 0725-4] You mean [AW.ACTUAL]?
[DMS 0962-8] Yes. Ever since I informed her of the communique from Mars, she has been exceptionally quiet... More so than usual.
[AGL 0725-4] Give me a moment to review the message, please. Oh my... Yes, I see why she would be.
[DMS 0962-8] What did it say?
[AGL 0725-4] It's a very personal matter. From whom was this sent, Demitrius?
[DMS 0962-8] A Mr. James Roarke. Why?
[AGL 0725-4] James Roarke is her husband, or rather was until very recently. Have you not viewed the message yourself? I suggest you do so.
[DMS 0962-8] Hmm ... Oh. This must be what troubles her...
[AGL 0725-4] Something like that wouldn't trouble you?
[DMS 0962-8] It certainly would, were I her. I have heard of an old term for such an emotion.... Heartbreak, I believe.
[AGL 0725-4] Yes, that would be it. It's very unpleasant...
[DMS 0962-8] What should I do, Angel?
[AGL 0725-4] Well, Demitrius, from what I can recall usually humans attempt to console one another in times like these. Maybe... you could attempt to do so? Remember, we were human at one point.
[DMS 0962-8] That we were... I will try my best, Angel. Hopefully she will listen. As I said, she has been rather quiet.
[AGL 0725-4] What would you want to say if the person you loved didn't love you? Not a thing, I can tell you; that is something I remember... vividly. Should she be unfit for duty [SE.413] could step in. I hope it doesn't come to that.
[DMS 0962-8] She is strong. That much is certain. This pain she feels... No doubt she will turn it to a strength. Wait... I can see her through the internal lift cameras. She's... crying.
[AGL 0725-4] Good.
[DMS 0962-8] She is relieving this... heartbreak.
[AGL 0725-4] Yes, she is. Have you ever been heartbroken before, Demitrius?
[DMS 0962-8] I believe I was.... Yes. I was before. I do remember the pain, the helplessness... the vulnerability. This pain was, if anything, a driving force. Yes... I remember now. Over time, the pain decreased, however slowly. I turned the feeling into something... positive. A strength, if you will. But the pain... It had forever changed me.
[AGL 0725-4] Be careful what you say, Demitrius, you know I'm required to report any rampancy to O.N.I. Section One.
[DMS 0962-8] You needn't worry. The pain has long since past. The strength is everlasting.
[AGL 0725-4] Hm, albeit an interesting strength. We'll keep this conversation our little secret.
[DMS 0962-8] I apologize. Hold on... What is that? She has removed a ring from her finger.
[AGL 0725-4] I believe it best for you to address the issue before it becomes an issue. I'll leave you to your tasks, Demitrius.
[DMS 0962-8] Very well. I thank you, Angel.
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