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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 2:00 pm
Lance Corporal Jonathan Coup de Grace
Status: Killing Himself Slowly with the dangerous power of...CIGARETTES!
Harvest Landing Zone
Jonathan was in the last Pelican to leave the UNSC Armored Prayer. He was also the last to get on. Before he even boarded with his squad, he lit a cigarette. Most of the people in the Pelican grimaced, except for one of the Privates. The man smiled, a weird grin, and then proceeded to talk to Jonathan.
"Hey! What's your name?" The Private said. Jonathan could tell that he was only 19, probably fresh out of high school. Jonathan smiled a little.
"Jonathan Coup de Grace." He responded. The Private frowned. He then stared blankly at the wall.
"Jon. That's what I'll call you!" He said. Jonathan grimaced-the name 'Jon' seemed simple, and not as elegant. The Private simply continued.
"Listen, it's not because I don't like you. I have a problem with name's. I'm Yurin Falzachovitch-but I call myself Yuri." He said. Jonathan smirked, and offered Yuri a cigarette. He declined, and instead pulled out a cigar. Handing it to Jonathan, he lit it.
"Cigar's burn much cleaner than a cigarette, and the taste is phenomenal. Trust me, I would know! My father used to own a large scale cigarette factory, in the colonies! He used to say something about..." The man continued, and Jonathan took the cigar. Yuri was right-it did taste better.
The pilot yelled out.
"We're landing, so get ready!" Jonathan grabbed his rifle, and turned to their commander.
He began to speak.
"I'll be in command of half of this squad-Jonathan!" He yelled. Jonathan turned, and looked slightly shocked.
"Take the rookies with you." He said, and began to talk to all of the other soldiers under his command. Jonathan yawned, and then began to speak.
"Any rookies, you're with me. If this is your first mission, tell me now." Three men, including Yuri, raised their hands. Two women raised their hands as well. Jonathan put on his helmet, and the cold rushed in as the Pelican's back opened.
"Let's go!" He yelled, and the crew walked into the cold. Many other Pelican's were also opening, and the occupant were headed for Alpha Base. Jonathan began to follow, in the cold of Harvest.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 9:41 pm
Corporal | Carlson, Alexander
Harvest | Forerunner Structure
The snow fell, and due to the wind, it sometimes was slow enough to be nice, sometimes it was fast, hitting any bare skin like pins and needles. As people walked around, they left their mark in the snow for only a brief moment, for the snow covered it up quite quickly, or the wind just lifted the snow so it was a flat surface once more. It made work hard for the marines, but they did it as fast as they could, to get it over with.
The snow starting splattering over the visor of Corporal Alexander, making his vision about 23%, and he was pissed off. He didn't know what was going on, so he just stood wiping the snow that starting to ice itself on, off.
He then turns around and saw the Lancy was beside him. "Well, I don't know about you, but I am hungry." He then walked off, looking for where the food was being served.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 10:33 pm
Lance Corporal | Jameson, Patrick
Harvest | Alpha Base
The base was starting to settle down, the Men and Women of the UNSC were going for their warm meals. Patrick headed in the same direction, He was more so thirsty then hungry though. He sat beside some of his squad mates, he listened as they spoke but never gave any input. Patrick took off his helmet and rubbed the back of his head.
Twenty minutes passed and Pat was getting tired, but he would pull through as always. He pulled out a deck of card and shuffled them "Anyone for some Blackjack?" The others looked at him as he smirked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:12 am
Gunnery Sergeant Meika Faust
Alpha Base | "Mess Hall"
A nickname had begun floating around Meika's squad, regarding her eating habits. The thing was, was that she didn't seem to have any on the first day or so of a mission. Sure, she'd eat a tiny bit of what was being given, but nothing more. And now she was jokingly called the 'Bird' by her squad. It was a somewhat irritating little nickname, but it was better than one that insulted her. Maybe they were too afraid to give her an insulting nickname. After all, she had been messing with a new toy--what she hoped would be a mighty effective explosive. One could never be too careful. An explosive or two was always needed at some point, right?
Once she had finished her few bites of a meal, she rose from her seat, and began to wander around the area, looking for a...better form of entertaining herself until everyone was sent away. Spotting someone with playing cards, she took it upon herself to join him. Taking a seat across from him, she set her elbows on the table, and her chin in her palms.
"I'll play ya."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:45 am
Lance Corporal | Jameson, Patrick
Harvest | Alpha Base
Patrick looked at the women then dealt the cards "I'm glad to see someone wants to play.." he smiled, before starting the game he put his hand out for the women to shake "I am Lance Corporal Jameson, but please call me Rooster." Pat winked and had a laugh. The card were dealt so Patrick waited for her to Hit, Stay, or Fold.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:32 pm
Lance Corporal Jonathan Coup de Grace
Status: Warming with hot soup
Alpha Base
Twenty minutes in the cold snow had left Jonathan damp and freezing. Besides nearly freezing, he learned his squad's name. There was Gadget, the engineer. Bullet, the marksman. Runner, the spy, and Boomer-obviously, the demoitionist. Then Tina and Hunter were the two female's-they both were infantry. The small talk had initiated, and he found that Yuri-the only medic-was also the highest rank, as a PFC. Thus, Jonathan had the most respect for him. His small squad had arrived, and they immediately sat down-all except for Jonathan. He turned to them.
"You shouldn't rest, quite yet." He said. Turning to Yuri, he once again spoke. "Take the squad and have them practice in the shooting range. 20 Minutes," And then he grew silent. "If I see you in any LESS time, than I will personally train you for the rest of the night, NO rest." He said, and Yuri nodded his head.
Now, Jonathan sat at the gambling table. He saw two people, a Gunnery Sergeant and a Lance Corporal 'Rooster' playing. He knew he was late, but he couldn't help it.
"Can you count me in?" He said, with a glint in his eyes. He then began to speak again. "Nice to meet ya'. Lance Corporal Jonathan Coup de Grace. Call me Jo'."
Yuri tapped his back. 20 minutes had passed. Jonathan nodded his head, for the squad to go and eat. Jonathan waited for the Gunnery Sergeant.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:46 pm
Gunnery Sergeant Meika Faust
Alpha Base
Meika rotated her shoulders, one of which popped loudly, and shook his hand. "Gunnery Sergeant Meika Faust," She said with a crooked smile. However, it faded rather quickly, and she tilted her head to the side, much like a confused puppy would. "Rooster? Is that nickname supposed to imply something?" She asked, then laughed slightly. Hopefully he would get the joke. If not, he wasn't one she'd bother speaking to any further.
Taking her cards, she looked them over quickly before setting her hand down on top of them. Turning to watch as someone else decided to join in on the fun, she waved two fingers at him.
"Right back at ya. I don't got a nickname, at least not outside my squad. Just call me Meika. What do you two specialize in?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:16 pm
Lance Corporal Jonathan Coup de Grace
Status: Happy and Gambling
Alpha Base
Jonathan turned to her.
"Marksmanship and mechanism. Used to work on space rigs before I joined the UNSC." He grabbed his cards. He nodded to Meika, indicating a 'How do you do?' like meaning.
"God, it's been a few years since I played Black Jack." He said, smiling heavily.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:17 pm
Lance Corporal | Jameson, Patrick
Harvest | Alpha Base
Patrick laughed at Meika's sly joke "I got the nickname Rooster from waking up everyone in the barracks during Basic.." he laughed again then nodded at the other Lancy, he then dealt cards to him aswell. Patrick took another sip of his coffee then replied to Meika "I am a Marksmen, I finished 4th in my class, but I was probably the most determined.." He gave off a small grin.
Patrick left the table for a second, grabbing the three all fresh coffee and he brought sugar and cream as well. "So is anyone going to hit, or whats up?" Pat stirred his coffee until someone did something.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:29 pm
Gunnery Sergeant Meika Faust
Alpha Base
She tapped her cards twice. Hit me. Sure, she gambled a bit back home, and with her squad, but it was never actual money betting going on. Just things like chores, who cleaned what for the night, things like that. Keeping her chin in the palm of her right hand, Meika listened to them quietly before giving them both what sounded like some sort of snort.
"Marks? That's boring. Y'all are just about everywhere, and most that I've met don't know squat about making their specialty into an art form. I'm a demo kinda girl, give me one explosive, and I can give you a heap of scrap in no time. Hell, give me the right tools, and I'll make that explosive myself."
It was clear she was quite the tomboy, with her short hair, and the way she spoke, but spending so much time around a bunch of guys tended to do that to a girl. Idly picking at her gloves, Meika was about to add something when "Rooster" got up from his seat and brought her and "Jo" a cup of coffee. Tossing in some cream and sugar, she stared at her mug and waited to be given her card.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:59 pm
Lance Corporal | Jameson, Patrick
Harvest | Alpha Base
He gave Meika her card and took a another sip of coffee, his nose was getting red from the low temperatures on the planet "I bet they have nice beaches here.." Pat chuckled then rubbed his nose this his thumb "Now Jo, You gunna hit as well?" Pat fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds then he started to hold onto the mug full of coffee, keeping his hands warm until they game really got started.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 9:10 pm
Staff Sergeant | Duttenhofer, Bar
Harvest | Alpha Base
Bar slid his rough green bag on to the Mass Hall floor and sat aside it. He glanced at his comrades and then specifically, the dealer.
"Einer mehr?" He asked with a raised brow and a hand signal. Bar didn't socialize with too many soldiers, his presence downright offended some. So this was his reaching out in a sort.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 1:06 am
1st Lieutenant Mika Jokinen
UNSC Armored Prayer
Spending time
After making sure that Compton understood his situation Mika had let him go. It was the first incident under new command, but he really didn't want to make Compton an example. For one, making an example was setting a bad image of oneself, trusting on the age-old method that everyone knew. The lieutenant decided to sum it up to Captain Jacobs in his report, gaining valuable information from the marines' report. It didn't matter to Mika that the frigate's AI Baldur could report everything if need be, ODST CO wanted to make sure.
Topic: Mess Hall Incident, report
Time: February 4th, 2561
Author: 1st lieutenant Mika Jokinen
To: Captain Omar Jacobs
Mess Hall incident solved by my and sergeant major Mitchell's intervention. Whole situation happened due to lance corporal Compton's behaviour, which showed no sign of backing down even when put against three marine personnel. The situation did not need disciplinary actions other than a spoken warning to LCpl. Compton at this time.
-1st LT Jokinen
After writing the short report he decided to head out to the training facilities. A few moments on the run-mat or a friendly wrestling match would solve things out nicely. He changed to excercise clothes, took the other gear and started to walk his way towards the gym. He felt like whistling, but doing that this early in his career would make a bad first image.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:24 pm
Gunnery Sergeant Meika Faust
Alpha Base
Meika didn't move a single muscle as Duttenhofer approached the table. His request--in German of all things--acted as a simple trigger, back into her memories.
She was still young and innocent. Barely aware of the war that was raging just beyond the planet. Playing with her long red hair, she sat on the couch, watching cartoons. There was a knock at the door, ripping her dogs attention from it's bone, and her mothers away from cooking dinner. But she stayed right where she was. Surely it didn't concern her. Meika listened as the door opened. But she didn't hear any conversation. Just silence besides the noise of the television.
Her mother screamed, and Meika leaped off the couch to investigate. The woman had fallen to the floor, onto her knees, hands over her face and trembling horribly.
"Mama!" Meika exclaimed, rushed to her mother's side, and helped her stand. Only then, did she notice the man standing at the door. He loomed over them in a well pressed military suit, badges over his chest and a data pad in his left hand. But he didn't have the stern expression that she imagined one in the military would. His eyes held a gentleness and sorrow that she'd never forget.
"You...are the Faust family, are you not?" He asked softly.
Taking it upon herself to answer for her sobbing mother, she nodded. "Yes, we are."
"I-I'm very sorry...but your father...H-he's dead."
She froze, eyes wide. "W-what?"
"I'm so sorry..." He whispered, "your father was a friend of mine. Part of my squad. I managed to recover his last words, if you'd like to hear them."
Meika's mother continued to sob, but allowed the man inside the house. He tapped a few buttons on his data pad, and her father's voice came from it a moment later.
She could hear the gunfire in the background, along with heartbreaking screams.
"This is Sergeant Faust!" Her father gasped over the recording, "We're taking heavy fire...I've been hit, and half my...half my squad is dead. W-we need reinforcements...as soon as possible..." His strength was obviously fading quickly from his tone. "Meika," he whispered," Trage diese Wunsch in mir. Trage die Rache in mir."
(Not sure if the German is correct at the end. xD Got it from a website. Supposed to say "Carry my wish. Carry my revenge." )
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