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The UNSC Catharsis and Creativity is the central emplacement and connection between those of our story and any other civilization for the purpose of this roleplay. Initially aboard this ship there is a crew of 60 Naval Personnel, rotating 8 hour shifts, as well as a complement of both Marine Forces, including the two ODST squadrons, and an Army-Liaison complement. The ship was re-purposed and transported to a remote location, blacked off of the traditional UNSC travel maps, with only ONI spooks and operatives being fully aware of it's existence, and still fallen under a need-to-know basis.
On board this ship lies a test, the lethality of a SPARTAN-III, but entrusted to a new educational system. While the Gamma Company of S-III types are under the watchful eyes of Lieutenant Ambrose and his men, Delta Company has fallen under the eyes of several others, in a joint effort between the UNSCDF Agencies, training techniques and vectored lethality from all angles is being given to this new generation, in the hopes of beginning a new rise of survival rates amid the SPARTAN legacy.
Official names and charter of the crewman are bound under lock and key, Directive Codename: Silver Heron. A total of 300 children, either widowed or left behind in orphanages have turned their inner hatred into a will to fight, and have signed up for the directive, joined the countless others in the waiting list, and were in this case hand picked by a council of five ranking officers.
The ship itself is currently in slipspace, roughly one month outside of their expected destination, and the weight of the travel is seen on the faces of these weary children. Here is where their fate lies, in the halls of this ship, and the yet undisclosed planet that their true tests will begin. A small rift has already begun to form between some of the children, one that could prove disastrous if left unchecked, but it comes in two forms, age, and previous training. While many of these children are just as that, children, a select few have taken to joining the local recruitment chapters on their home planets, having garnered months if not years of aptitude training from JROTC Programs, galaxy wide.
On board this ship lies a test, the lethality of a SPARTAN-III, but entrusted to a new educational system. While the Gamma Company of S-III types are under the watchful eyes of Lieutenant Ambrose and his men, Delta Company has fallen under the eyes of several others, in a joint effort between the UNSCDF Agencies, training techniques and vectored lethality from all angles is being given to this new generation, in the hopes of beginning a new rise of survival rates amid the SPARTAN legacy.
Official names and charter of the crewman are bound under lock and key, Directive Codename: Silver Heron. A total of 300 children, either widowed or left behind in orphanages have turned their inner hatred into a will to fight, and have signed up for the directive, joined the countless others in the waiting list, and were in this case hand picked by a council of five ranking officers.
The ship itself is currently in slipspace, roughly one month outside of their expected destination, and the weight of the travel is seen on the faces of these weary children. Here is where their fate lies, in the halls of this ship, and the yet undisclosed planet that their true tests will begin. A small rift has already begun to form between some of the children, one that could prove disastrous if left unchecked, but it comes in two forms, age, and previous training. While many of these children are just as that, children, a select few have taken to joining the local recruitment chapters on their home planets, having garnered months if not years of aptitude training from JROTC Programs, galaxy wide.
