[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Hells Sniper]

The pelican carrying the Risk-Takers was traveling towards the Ulterior Motive, with Desmond at the helm. Desmond: Ulterior Motive, this is Desmond-Z055, requesting permission to dock immediately. High priority, Spender is going to want to be here for this one. Savannah and Jessica were both being treated by William, Emma, and Liam, who were managing to plug Jessica's wounds and work on removing Savannah's armor. Liam, on the other hand, had approached Jacob. He was sitting at the farthest seat in the pelican, his helmet, bent and busted, lying next to him. His head was leaning against the barrel of his sniper rifle. He was obviously thinking, going through the events that had just happened. Liam looked at Jacob. Liam: You alright there Captain? Jacob looked up at Liam. His face was worn out, dirt was covering it, and he had this look. Liam was unsure of it, but it concerned him. Jacob: I am just going through everything that had just happened. That's all. Liam: Understandable. Liam took a seat next to Jacob and removed his helmet. Jacob stood up and looked at him. He was, obviously, considerably taller, and looked like he had to be in his fifties. Then again, Jacob knew he would only be around 40. Jacob: Guess that's what augmentation does to ya... Liam looked at Jacob. Liam: You are joining a good cause, Jacob. Everything we do is for the betterment of humankind, all of this, is so humanity can see a better, a more prosperous future. Jacob nodded as he returned to looking at his rifle. Liam nodded. Liam: We'll be on ship soon. You'll be getting a debrief by our Director, and then we'll move on to our next op. Jacob nodded. He didn't want to talk right now. He was only after two things. What the Trust was doing on the planet, and how they had so much information on him. He was hoping he could keep the act up. Meanwhile: The Suicide Squad had secured the perimeter with many of the other marines and were continuing evacuating the other wounded marines. They had called in a medical evac and began moving the wounded on board. Meanwhile: The marines in the Archives room had since fully regained consciousness from the fight prior. They all regrouped with each other to find the rest of the room filled with marines and medics surrounding them. Medic: Holy shit, LT! They're alive! One of the marines turned around and his eyes widened. Everyone had thought the marines were killed in the fight. The LT immediately went on the comms. LT: Commander Vernette, sir. Uhm...Hero Squad is alive. And perfectly fine for that matter.

[Naked Crook]

Tye looked at Nighthawk. He knew that he was right about what he had just said. Tye sighed, but before he could respond, he heard the call about Hero Squad. Tye rook a step away from Nighthawk, and switched his comms to active. Tyber: Copy that. Gather up Hero Squad, check them over for critical injuries, then extract them for further evaluation. Vernette out. Tye closed the comm line. He then looked back at Nighthawk. Tyber: Hero squad wasn't dead. Good news I guess. Jacob didn't use live rounds on them. Nighthawk folded his arms. Nighthawk: All that means is that he didn't want to kill those men. It does not change the fact that he still helped The Trust and directly opposed us. I don't give a damn if takes aim at us with a water gun. When someone decides to turn their guns on allies, in defense of The Trust...that someone becomes fair game. Nighthawk scoffed. Nighthawk: The fucker had no issues using live rounds on me. When I was in his scopes...it was point and shoot. No ifs, ands, or buts. Tyber: Well, he did voice his concerns over the decision to cooperate with you. He seems to have a very keen dislike of you. Nighthawk: I don't care. This is not a popularity contest. I don't care if he hates my guts or not. I am used to people hating me. What baffles me is why he has chosen to ignore everything that I have done to help him. Tyber: I asked him that...he was very unclear. He said some crap about helping humanity, and The Trust is all about saving humanity. We both know that is bullshit. Nighthawk: Of course it is bullshit. The Trust is self-interested. They don't care about Humanity. They care about centralizing power, and getting the upper hand on people. It is what The Trust6 does, and it is what Jacob did. Tyber: It is never easy to hear...but it cannot be denied. The thing is...this has not been the first time I have seen a friend turn coat like this. It never gets easier. Tye paused. Tyber: You know...you and I have never seen eye to eye on anything...before now. After today...I have nothing but respect for what you do. Nighthawk: What exactly is it that you THINK I do? Tyber: You draw the lines. You take a stand. I cannot imagine living a life as alienated and alone as yours. That takes courage and conviction that many people lack. I only realize this now. If it is all the same to you...I'm sorry... Nighthawk: For what? Tyber: For the time I took Jacob's side over yours. For the times that I dismissed your claims under Jacob's council. For the times that I chose to trust him over you. I was in error. Nighthawk sighed. Nighthawk: To err is human. We all make mistakes. Tyber: Yeah... Meanwhile: Jennifer looked at Robertson for a moment, and then spoke again. Jennifer: Soldier...you are dismissed. Wait outside...and make sure that nobody enters this room without my prior authorization. Meanwhile: One of the Ulterior Motive operators responded to Desmond over the comm. Operator: Copy that Risk Takers. You are cleared to dock in hanger bay one. DIrector Spender has been informed of your request to meet with him. He is on his way to the hanger bay now. PLease wait there for his arrival. Ulterior Motive out.

[Hells Sniper]

Desmond flew the pelican into hangar bay one of the Ulterior Motive. He landed the pelican and rejoined the others. Desmond: Spender is coming to meet us. Liam nodded as they helped Jessica and Savannah to their feet. Liam: Both of you get to the medic, get checked out, and then head to the armory. I want everyone to restock on weapons, ammo, and more importantly, fix your armor. We'll have to review some of the new details found out today. The team nodded and they all disembarked, followed lastly by Jacob. They waited for Spender.

[Naked Crook]

ODST Black Team's Pelican had followed The Risk Taker's Pelican into the hanger bay. Black Team had disembarked a few moments after The Risk Takers did. However, this was the first time that Black Team had actually seen Jacob. When they saw him standing with Liam, they were a bit confused. Black 1 looked at Liam. Black 1: Spartan! Is HE a Prisoner? Black 1 gestured to Jacob when he said "HE". Black 1: If he is...treat him like one...and detain him immediately. The other three members of Black Team began to space out, as they moved into position, such that they had surrounded both Jacob and Liam. Black 1 exchanged a few looks, as each member of Black Team made subtle movements, readying their weapons.

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob chuckled as Liam began to shake his head. Liam: Actually, he helped us escape...along with clearing out the archives. For all intents and purposes... Liam looked back at Jacob, who simply remained standing, casual as he could be. Liam: He is now part of the Trust. The Spartans all looked at ODST Black Team. They too made subtle moves to their weapons, Jacob had saved two of their lives, and they weren't going to let Black Team treat him like a prisoner.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: Adding soldiers to our ranks is not what you were recruited to do Spartan. You were recruited to fight Nighthawk and Anaconda, not pad the Human Resources department. Black 1 paused. He then laughed. Black 1: The fact that you needed help escaping worries me. It worries me deeply. Black 1 looked at Jacob. He approached Jacob, and examined him closely. As he did this, he continued to speak to Liam. Black 1: I know who this person is Spartan. Our records are very clear on his choices. Hell, not but a little while ago, he refused to surrender information to Kolya, information pertaining to you and your team, information that no doubt lead to you having to be "rescued". Let's not forget who turned that information over to the enemy. Black 1 stepped back and shook his head at Liam. Black 1: You have brought the enemy to our ship. If he does anythin to compromise our mission while he is here...Nighthawk and Anaconda will be the least of your worries. Is that clear?

[Hells Sniper]

Liam sighed, he smirked under his helmet. Liam: Crystal, Colonel. Liam then looked at Black 1. He figured he would inform the Colonel of Nighthawk's new toy. Liam: The only reason we needed rescue was because of faulty intel. Nighthawk retrofitted a Cyclops, made it a war machine. We weren't fully prepared. Liam cocked his head. Liam: Next time, we will be. Jacob then chimed in. He smiled, he could throw this to his advantage very easily. Jacob: I also have the information Kolya wants...

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: How considerate of you Jacob. You are returning what might be the 50th copy you have made of the intel that we TRIED to keep a secret. You are a credit to the uniform. Black 1 scoffed. Black 1: I would not believe it you told me you did NOT make copies of that intel and share it with your Commanding Officers. Black 1 paused. Black 1: As for Nighthawk's new toy...it does not surprise me. The only reason he is still alive is because he keeps changing his tactics and introducing new hardware onto the battle field every time we see him. Anonymity is his greatest asset. Just as Black 1 said this, he turned when he heard Spender chime into the conversation. Spender: That...and the fact that every time we get him into a spot where we can kill him...lady luck turns a blind eye to our efforts. Black 1 looked at Spender. Black 1: Speaking of blind eye... Spender: Oh...how original. How long did it take you to think that one up? Spender and Black 1 looked at each other for a moment. They were both silent. Spender then turned to Jacob. He looked at jacob up and down, and then spoke to Jacob. Spender: Captain Jacob Sharpmen. I find your presence here to be very curious, and rather surprising. I don't like surprises. Why are you here? We have tried to recruit you before...but you refused. Why now? Unless... Black 1 chimed in. Black 1: He is not a prisoner. Liam says he is one of us now. Spender: I see... Spender paused. SPender: Again I ask...why are you here? Why now?

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob felt uneasy about the situation he was in, but he, nonetheless, kept his cool. He had been under pressure like this before and he had been working out his answer to this question the entire ride over. Jacob: To be totally honest, it is the reason these Spartans are. Jacob paused. Jacob: Time and time again I have expressed my concerns to the UNSC about these two and their total disregard for anyone else except themselves. Time and time again they betrayed me and yet, the UNSC still confides themselves that they are helping us. Let alone the massive casualty list they have inflicted. Jacob paused again. Jacob: You tried recruiting me when I was much younger, when my mind still hovered around the idea that the UNSC was in the right, and now, with everything that has happened. I can tell I was wrong, that my younger self was just that, young, stupid, naive. Jacob looked around, and finally looked back at Spender. Jacob: I no longer wish to serve the UNSC, because right now, it feels as if we are serving Nighthawk and Anaconda. The fact that your Spartan team here convinced me of that, is something I considered in my defection. And something I will most likely thank them for. Jacob grabbed the datachip in his pocket and rolled it in his hands. Jacob: This is the only copy, the original one I had taken from the facility. My superiors were too focused on Nighthawk and Anaconda to worry about the mission they had sent me on. Jacob chuckled and held the chip in his hand. Jacob: Another one of the many reasons why I chose to leave, but... Jacob glared at Black 1. Jacob: If you do not want it, I will simply hang onto it.

[Kairu]

Robertson did as ordered and walked to the main entrance of the room. He stood out front, keeping his senses and shotgun sharp, ready for any trouble to come to him. He was, for all intents and purposes, cut off from the battlefield in the facility. He had no clue what the overall situation is, he didn't care too much either. To him, San Angeles has been hell since being deployed. One member down as well as an acting commanding officer. Two deaths that could have been prevented, and three injuries with the rest of Fireteam Harmony, two of which appeared critical. Meanwhile: Reynolds had come down to the Medbay to check on Fireteam Harmony. As he walked in, the Chief Medical Officer looked up and focused on what he was doing. The Doctor didn't want to be anywhere near Reynolds, terrified that he might actually be murdered in his own area. Reynolds: "How are they, Doctor?" The CMO looked up with a glare but dropped it out of respect for the chain of command. CMO: "Private Cadieux is more or less fine. Several of her ribs were shattered, but with some pain killers, she'll be fine until we reach the next medical facility, so long as she doesn't hurt herself more." As the Doctor was saying this, both him and Reynolds looked at Cadieux who was sitting up fine, listening to them talk. CMO: "As for Corporal Axlon, his injuries were extensive. According to Private Cadieux, he was piloting the phantom when they crashed. His injuries are consistent with her story. His VISR had shattered and the shards from it were lodged in various parts of his face. Additionally, there was more glass shards that punctured his body armor all over his back. According to the Private, she helped stabilize his injuries before being rescued. I have full faith that if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have made it." Reynolds: "So he's going to be okay?" CMO: "More or less, yes. He'll probably feel like he was hit by an assault carrier, but he'll be fine." Reynolds: "What about Arman?" CMO: "When she was brought in, her injuries were mostly head trauma. She lost a lot of blood from her injuries and the skin on the back of her scalp was torn off. I performed minor repairs, stitching it together. She'll be fine as long as the stitches hold." Reynolds: "Are they fit to go back into combat?" CMO: "With all due respect, Sir, they are not. You aren't seriously thinking of sending them back into combat, are you?" Reynolds: "They're one of my best teams and San Angeles needs them. So yes, I am planning on it." CMO: "You can't! I want at least 24 hours worth of observations for them." Reynolds: "You have two. Get them back to fighting condition and have them report to me. Is Private Cadieux good to move around?" The CMO was furious. He was tired of being run around with protocol and having Reynolds disregard his medical opinion. CMO: "Captain Reynolds, I am the Chief Medical Officer aboard this ship. Under my authority as the Chief Medical Officer, I am ordering that Fireteam Harmony remain aboard the ship until I give the clearance otherwise." Reynolds led the Doctor into his office adjacent to the medbay. Cadieux watched as the two men began to argue. Reynolds kept his voice low so Cadieux couldn't hear him. Reynolds: "Doctor, let me make this very clear to you. Down there, Humans are dying by the dozens. We only managed to give them a break by performing some very unorthodox methods to push the Covenant off of the atmosphere. If Fireteam Harmony doesn't get back in the fight, along with everyone else you can stabilize until your two hours are up, then more people will die. I need my soldiers out there to fight." CMO: "Captain, none of them are in any condition to return to the battlefield! What aren't you getting?" Reynolds: "Doctor, I need people who can hold a gun and shoot on the surface. We have two cities that still need evacuations and not enough soldiers who can do it. As we speak, our ground forces are being re-prioritized. Get them ready for combat. Those are your orders, Doctor." CMO: "No, they are not going to be deployed." Reynolds: "Then as my right as Captain, I will formally dismiss you from your responsibilities. I will find a replacement and they will do as I ask. You will stay and assist in the recovery if you don't do as I'm telling you. Now go do your job, Doctor." The CMO was dumbstruck. Never before had he faced such inconsideration and disregard for protocol. Nonetheless, he didn't want to leave everyone to their deaths so he succumbed to Reynolds. CMO: "I will be bringing this up to HIGHCOM at first opportunity." Reynolds: "If you wish, that's your right. Just get my people patched up and ready Doctor." Reynolds walked out of the office and out of the medbay back to the bridge. The Doctor returned to his duties to do his best to fill Reynolds' quota.