[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG - The New Order

Naked Crook · **[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG** 02-05-2013

This RPG takes place in the year 2540 on the colony world of San Angeles

Humans are the good guys
The Covenant are the bad guys
Existence of The Trust is not generally known at this time.

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Rules:

1. This RPG will take place in the Halo universe.

2. You can be an Elite, Brute, Grunt, Jackal, Hunter, ODST, Marine, Naval Officer, or SPARTAN. Do not make convoluted characters with weird enhancements. SPARTANs are fine, you can customize your power armor with special skills (like cloaking). People with weird, contrived, enhancements to their body, or weird social standards will be deleted from the RPG. In short...no cyborgs, gods, religious idols, or nut job
---Spartans are for EXPERIENCED and APPROVED posters only.
---Brutes are for EXPERIENCED and APPROVED posters only.

3. Your arsenal of weapons can only be weapons from the Halo franchise, you can even use the confirmed weapons from Halo Reach. You can also customize your weapons too an extent. SEE THE WEAPONS SECTION

4. You can't arbitrarily kill other players, I know, it sucks. you can't control them either, but something like "they nodded" is fine, just nothing too drastic. If someone gives you permission to kill, that's cool.

5. You can control a group of characters, but do not create 1000's of characters and do nothing with them. Make them as you need them.

6. Do not be Overpowered. There is a difference between Skilled and Overpowered. A soldier with the rank of Private would not have the skill set necessary to fight off a group of enemy soldiers. However, an experienced veteran would.

7. Be balanced, If you have a curable disease, you get injected with cure for said disease, YOU HAVE BEEN CURED.

8. Try and participate in the story.

9. Characters must act as any character should.
---Brutes are a combatant race
---Elites are a methodical race
---Humans are a cunning race
---Spartans should ACT like Spartans.

10. No Sex! Affection is fine...but all out sex is not permitted. Exception is granted to plot building devices.

11. No 21st century weapons and No 21st century references. General concepts such as company names is fine but specific product placement is NOT ALLOWED.
---No television shows
---No products (iPods, Xboxs, PS3s, video games, etc.)
---Company names are fine ON THE RARE OCCASION, as it has been established that various companies that exist today are still around in the future.

12. Do not stall the story. Your character will be RPed as necessary to avoid the RPG from being put on hold.

13. Characters must stick to their affiliation, with rare exceptions being granted for plot devices. However, generally speaking, Bob the Elite is loyal to his fellow Elites, and Jim the Brute is loyal to his fellow Brutes.

14. Have fun
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Character Template:

All fields must be filled out or the character will NOT be approved.

Back story must be DETAILED.

Name:
Sex:
Age:
Class:
Race:
Rank:
Traits:
Weapons:
Back story:
Chain of Command: (HIGHCOM, ONI, UNSCMC, Covenant)

Backstory should explain why this character is relevant to the plot. A link to a wiki page is also fine.
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Weapons:

You can customize your weapons (IF YOU WISH) by adding any two of the following attachments:

1. Extended mag
2. Grenade launcher
3. Reflex scope
4. Thermal scope
5. Silencer
6. Laser sight
7. Motion tracker
8. Heartbeat sensor
9. Flashlight

Don't be a generic douche and put ALL of the attachments on your gun.
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Armor:

You can customize your armor by adding any of the following details:

1. Visor color
2. Squad emblem
3. Tertiary equipment (Flash bangs, extra grenades, flashlight, C4)

-Spartans can personalize armor to whatever extent, so long as it can be done in Halo 3 or Halo Reach
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Key Posters Regulations:

Key posters are posters with more privileges, they are people who I trust my RPG with, anytime, any day of the week. With that in mind, They have special Exceptions to the rules above

1. They are able to kill other characters.
2. They can control the plot.
3. They are needed to approve a time lapse of any size.

Key Posters are

Naked Crook
cubanpete24

*Do not ask to be a Key Poster, You are chosen to be a Key Poster
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RULES PERTAINING TO PRESTON VERNETTE/NIGHTHAWK AND BARRABUS/ANACONDA/DELTA:

Preston Vernette is the leader of ONI. He is very conservative in his methods. Delta is simply really big...and literally goes unpunished with his actions. Both characters have a keen dislikes for stupidity. Vernette and Delta will never step out of character, for any reason. You can expect to die, or have you plan foiled by Vernette and/or Delta if you do one of the following:

1. Set an idea or plot device in motion without first consulting Cubanpete24 or Naked Crook.
2. Steal from Vernette and/or Delta.
3. Lie to Vernette and/or Delta.
4. Disobey Vernette's orders.
5. endanger ONI or Vernette's ship.
6. Do things without his permission.

All of these rules can be negated if it is PLANNED. If you put forth an idea and it is approved by Cubanpete24 or Naked Crook then your character can get away with doing these things for the sake of story.

However, if you just randomly throw ideas out into the wild and expect Vernette and/or Delta to play along...HE WONT...and your character WILL die as punishment for breaking the rules.. We will FORCEFULLY kill of characters for violating the rules.
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RULES PERTAINING TO PERSONALIZED GUNS:

You need to EARN personalized guns, either through being an experienced member, or by earning it through a VERY good plot device. Randomly pulling personalized guns out of your ass will result in it getting taken away by Vernette. Personalization include:

1. Modified bullets.
2. Color changes to the base weapon.
3. Enhanced barrel
4. Technological enhancements
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RULES PERTAINING TO PERSONALIZED ARMOR:

You need to EARN personalized armor, either through being an experienced member, or by earning it through a VERY good plot device. Randomly pulling personalized armor out of your ass will result in it getting taken away by Vernette. Personalization include:

1. Enhancements (Shields, thicker armor, etc)
2. Color changes to the base armor
3. Different equipment
4. Technological enhancements
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REMEMBER: YOU MUST BE INVOLVED IN THE STORY DIRECTLY WITH ALL CHARACTERS OR YOU WILL BE KICKED OUT AND FORCEFULLY KILLED OFF.

Any questions about the time line should be checked at the following link.

http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page

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Post your character sheets ONLY, and wait for the first post

Erex · 02-05-2013

Sergai - 038Spartan III
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Name:Spartan -038 'Sergai'
Sergai weighs 150lbs more than a usual spartan a bigger build is 4" taller than MC.
Favorite weapon:Shotguns or a Assault Rifle
Age: 39
Section 0

Personality:
Sergai's personility is what you call a funloving guy, with an agenda. He can go as low as he can to kill his enemies. He is dualed in sense that when he fights, he acts differently than he does when he isn't. He considers Tylan one of his best friends, and tends to go to bat for him, even when Tylan is in the wrong. He show's no remorse for his actions or crimes he commits. When He decides someone is his friend, he considers them his brother, and he will stop at nothing to protect his friends.

Combat:
His mission was to protect sword base and then to secure the base, where most of his team went MIA. However he was considered by some spartans back in the Covenant War as one of the most dangerous. He has proven to be an indombible force, his background is his family comes from a long line of intelligence operatives, his family history indicates that he one of his ancestors was the leader of the feared KGB. He is considered by some spartans of his time to be feared. Even a chieftain tended to not battle Sergai.

Tidbits
His armor is blue and silver but is stained with human blood, that blood comes from one of his closest friends who died at Sword Base during the battle of Reach "Sparrow" was the "donor" of the blood. Because of it the mistake of walking into an ambush, he refuses to have his armor cleaned to remember his mistake so he'd never make it again. He consider's family what people consider friends. He is "haunted" by memories of things that the Spartan Program says never existed when those are infact memories before he was kidnapped. He gets his name Sergai because of the family they kidnapped him from was russian descent. His ancestor 560 years ago was the leader of the then KGB, and helped stage a coup to keep the USSR in tact. However Sergai isn't aware of this. Him being Section 0, many believe to be a breach as he has sway with some key personnel. He has tattoos all over his body and each tattoo is the name of each spartan that has been declared MIA.[/SHEET]
Seven
[SHEET]Name:Aran
Nick:Seven
Sex:Male
Age:29
Class:ODST
Race:Human
Rank:Lieutenant
Traits: Is an ODST goes above and beyond, he also very creative with ideas, is a practical joker with his unit when not on the battlefield. He is the plucky comic relief
Weapons:BR55 or DMR
Chain of Command: UNSCMC
Back story: Seven doesn't know where he was born as he was orphaned at the age of 3 months and was sent to an orphanage. Its suspected he was born on New Harmony. "Seven" got his nickname from when he was in ODST training, he was always the Seventh to make it to the end, however he was able to bench more and was always physically fit, as well as stronger than most of his unit, however he is a very accurate solder he could go for marksman however he chose to be an assault soldier, he can kill 9 out of 10 members. His fighting style is up close and personal, usually his fighting style puts him in extreme danger as he likes to go hit for hit against the Covenants, he tries to sneak up on them and snap their neck when that doesn't work he pulls out his knife and stabes them in the gut to injure them and kill them execution style if possible. He is part of "Havoc Squad"[/SHEET]
Angel
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Name: Eva "Angel" Teli
Nick: Angel
Age: 28
Rank: Warrant Officer
Guns: Assault Rifle, SMG Caseless
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Chain of Command: UNSCMC
Back Story: Part of Havoc Squadron she was in basic training with "Seven" and is usually the recpient of the pranks "Seven" pulls on his squad when not in a combat situation, her fighting style is suppressive/support. She covers for "Seven" and has many times been in extreme danger, however like a tank she is fast as she is built. Her personality is soothing as she can ease tension, but she tries to keep her femininity even though its hard as she is the only female in Havoc. She was born on Midnight to a poor family struggling after her father was discharged from the marines due to an battle injury that left him a parapalegic after stepping on a plasma mine, but he instilled in her to join the marines, and that never let anyone mess with you. However she does have a crush on "Seven" she keeps it a secret, but she is professional enough to not allow it to interfere with her duties as a squadmate.
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Dueces
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Name: Sebastian "Dueces" Volaris
Age: 29
Rank: Master Chief
Personality: Thinks in explosions, and bases how good he is based on the amount of Wraiths he kills.
Chain of Command: UNSCMC, Havoc Squadron
Guns: Rocket Launcher, M9 Caseless SMG
Class: ODST
Backstory: The Brute of the Havoc Squadron, standing at an tall 6'4" short compared to spartans, but this guy is built like a Scorpion, weighing in at 290LBS of raw muscle, he was born on Midnight to a loving and wealthy family his parents were disappointed in the fact he chose to give up his family fortunes and join the UNSC Marines, when became an ODST, they were also afraid he would die, he is best friends with "Seven" and "Angel" and would do anything for them even if it means running in a flood infested area, he would gladly take a bullet for any of his squadmates. When "Airman" died he was devastated as that was his best friend out of the entire squadron. His fighting style is anti-tank and as being an anti-tank soldier he is tasked with dispatching enemy vehicles before they become a threat to the squadron. With 290LBS of muscle he could take a punch from an elite. His favorite saying to his squad is to spit the blood out and dish another.
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Sergeant E. Malren
[sheet]Name:E Malren
Sex:Male
Age:25
Class:Marine
Race:Human
Rank:First Sergeant
Traits:Brutal in combat, never runs from a fight, usually found near the front of the battle area.
Weapons:DMR, or BR55HB SR Battle Rifle
Back story:
2nd Lieutenant E. Malren was a UNSC marine. He was nicknamed Demon. Due to his brutality to Covenant captives. Known to kill even against orders, but he was the best at what he did. He usually carried a DMR as weapon but would use a BR55HB SR Battle Rifle in the heat of combat.
Chain of Command: UNSCMC

Weapon of Choice:
DMR with an Holographic Scope, side arm of a M7 caseless SMG.
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Kairu · 02-05-2013

Captain Marcus Reynolds
[sheet] Name: Marcus Leopold Reynolds
Sex: Male
Age: 52
Class: Naval Officer
Race: Human
Rank: Captain of "Mind's Attrition"
Traits: Battle-hardened, serious, calm, collected, strategist
Weapon: M90 Shotgun
Chain of Command: UNSC
Backstory: Reynolds is an aged naval officer. He was born on Arcadia and enlisted for the Navy a soon as he could. When the Covenant attacked, he was secretly enraged he couldn't be there. When the UNSC released the casualty list, he was destroyed that he lost his parents and brother. He spent several years trying to cope with the loss, and to some extent, he has yet to deal with that loss.

Reynolds commands a frigate named, "Mind's Attrition". After the deception of his former first officer, Commander Benedict Belle. Reynolds assigned Lt. Commander Lauren Cochraine as his new first officer. She has been in that position for a year now.[/sheet]

Lt. Commander Lauren Cochraine
[Sheet]Name: Lauren Cochraine
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Class: Naval Officer
Race: Human
Rank: Lt. Commander - First Officer of 'Mind's Attrition'
Traits: Xenophobic, Rational, Calm, Tactical, Intuitive
Weapon: M6C-SOCOM Variant
Faction: UNSC
Backstory: Lauren was born and raised on Reach. After the fall of Reach, which was one of the hardest things she's had to accept. Despite her desire for selfishness, she supressed the pain for the call of duty.

Lauren was promoted to Reynolds first officer after the last one turned out to be assisting the Covenant and sabotaging the ship's systems. Some members of the crew believe Lauren got the spot because of her close relationship to Reynolds, however, officially, it is because of his trust in her and her timely way of finishing things that needed to be done.

Cochraine has found it to be a tough role, but she is confident she will make Reynolds proud outside of their relationship. Cochraine has often times consulted Reynolds for both personal advice and professional. She especially seeks him out on her issues with non-terrestrial species with her fear and hatred towards them.[/sheet]

Major Vhat' Komataree
[Sheet]Name: Vaht 'Komtaree
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Class: Military
Race: Sangheili
Rank: Major
Traits: Proud of his accomplishments and the Sangheili, tactical thinking, suspicious of other species, loyal to his comrades, has aggressive tendencies
Weapons: Energy Sword (primary), Plasma Rifle
Chain of Command: Covenant

Backstory: Vhat' was born into a noble family status. Upon his young childhood he began his training into the military. Growing up, he heard the stories of a Zealot whom he admired. He decided that he will become someone of equal or greater importance. When he came of age, Rha' was enlisted into the military. From there on, he fought like any Sangheili would, for the better of the Covenant and the Prophets.

Vhat has, in his life, come to distrust most other races. He has especially grown intolerant to the Brutes. He finds them too savage, and with that opinion, he maintains the same idea with even his fellow Sangheili. While serving the Prophets, he has come to trust in them, despite what others have said. His idol serves the Prophets, and he feels that it is one of the most honorable things any Sangheili can do. His opinion on Humans and other races of the former Covenant is in a mixed middle ground. While he does not trust any of them, he would be willing to fight alongside them. He has high admiration for the Humans as an enemy and even more so, for their Spartans. He feels they are the best warriors Humanity has and that they can create a "perfect Human race", a dream he has thought up multiple times. If he had to trust anyone outside of the typical Elite, it would be a Spartan.

Because of his ideology change, he prefers being methodical with his fighting. He commands space combat by relying on his sensors and other's observations. Although he prefers this, he is able to compensate his tactics if he needed to actually look out a window, but his effectiveness is lowered. Because of him being methodical, he generally keeps the same focus on ground combat. During the waning years, while this ideology was in development, he prefered taking a stealth approach. He kept his troops in silence until the enemy noticed and started finding out about them. From there, he would command them with all of his might, but still being quick and merciless.

While fighting a Spartan, they clashed energy swords. The engagement took roughly half an hour and he nearly lost the fight. From how he describes it, "the Blood of my Brothers and Sisters sparked and I found myself with a new surge of power and energy. Although the energy sword scortched my armor, I managed to push the Spartan and all of the weight of his armor off of me with mighty strength. The fight continued for many more minutes with me eventually slaying my greatest adversary and greatest friend in combat, and in the most honorable way I could." Vhat calls the Spartan his friend because of how true and how honorable the Spartan fought "he should have been Sangheili." Or so that is what Vhat thinks. It was from that point that he gained a lot of respect for Humanity's Spartans of Old and would be willing to fight with or alongside any day. He keeps the gash to remind him and other Sangheili of his fighting skill and to help maintain the fallen Spartan's armor.

Vhat, despite the "typical" Sangheili, his methodical thinking has allowed him to proceed into a unique way with R&D. He feels the technology is just as important as the honor and fighting. He knows that his enemies won't stop advancing their research and technology, and neither should he or his fellow Elites.[/sheet]

ODST Fireteam Harmony

Richard Axlon
[sheet]Name: Richard "Geek" Axlon
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Corporal
Traits: A tech genius, he is highly adaptable to new tech and is capable of hacking into other systems, regardless of how foreign it may seem. He takes pride on being the geek of the group.
Weapons: XBR55 Battle Rifle, M6C SOCOM
Back story: Axlon, born on Mars, is a computer tech savant. He loves how they work and he felt that he needed to make a difference. He likes to jot down new ideas for different equipment and weapons. He earned his nickname for how saavy he is with his skill set.
Chain of Command: UNSC

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Jessica Arman
[sheet]Name: Jessica "Boss Lady" Arman
Sex: Female
Age: 38
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Master Sergeant
Traits: Cold and serious, she tolerates the relaxed feel of her squad, however, she is a veteran of the war and carries her scars from it.
Weapons: M45 Shotgun, Dual M7 SMGs
Back story: The team leader. She has paid her dues and commands through authority. Although she doesn't use the nicknames like her fellow squadmates, she won't stop them from using them. She is highly observant of her fellow squadmates and knows that allowing them to use them keeps their morale up, in turn, increasing team efficiency.
Chain of Command: UNSC

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Agate Cadieux
[sheet]Name: Agate Cadieux
Sex: Female
Age: 25
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Private, Second Class
Traits: Insecure about her squad and a little self-wary. She is a skillful shot and good at thinking outside of the metaphorical box.
Weapons: MA3 Assault Rifle, M6C SOCOM
Back story: Agate was born on Earth and is the newest to Fireteam Harmony. She ripe from the academy and because of that, is unsure how far she can go with her ideas and suggestions with other squad members, despite how encouraging they are towards her. She is also very timid and fearful about her team leader and her serious demeanor.
Chain of Command: UNSC

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Frazer Robertson
[sheet]Name: Frazer "Nader" Robertson
Sex: Male
Age: 29
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Sergeant
Traits: Happy-go-lucky and cheery. Loves a good explosion and big weapons
Weapons: M19-B Rocket Launcher, M301 Grenade Launcher, M45 Shotgun
Back story: Nader is the explosion lover of the squad. If it goes boom or makes alien blood splatter everywhere, he's happy. Both and he's "can die happy". When an area needs to be "radically reconstructed", no one is more eager to volunteer for the job than Nader.
Chain of Command: UNSC

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Brandon Sierra
[sheet]Name: Brandon R. "Huck Finn" Sierra
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Traits: Logical and rational. He is a bit of a brain and philosopher. Enjoys reading.
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, DMR
Back story: Sierra is one of the more 'weird' people in the squad. He is the second in command of the squad and the skillful sniper of the group. He prefers being silent, and when he does speak, he often poses philisophical questions. Although his squad calls him weird, they owe it to him for saving their lives more than once. He enjoys reading in his off time, and his favorite book is Huck Finn, by Mark Twain.
Chain of Command: UNSC

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Hammer Team

Thor
[SHEET]Name: Mitchell "Thor" Chaplin
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Class: Class-0 SPARTAN-II, Pathfinder Specialization
Race: Human
Rank: Commander
Weapons: M7 SMG (dual wield), M90 Shotgun, Gravity Hammer
Tertiary Equipment: Jetpack, 3x Plasma Grenades, Combat Knife
Chain of Command: The Trust
Backstory: Leader of Hammer Team, Mitchell assumed control of Hammer Team after their previous leader went AWOL. Although not exactly personal, he does have a distinct, shared, hatred for Fireteam Harmony. He is the most lethal member of Hammer Team and bears a lot of hate towards his opposition, sometimes, for now reason. He is loyal to the Trust and Spender and enjoys the rivalry between Spartans, both in and out of his team.

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Freyja
[SHEET]Name: Kristina "Freyja" Graham
Sex: Female
Age: 34
Class: Class-0 SPARTAN-II, Tracker Specialization
Race: Human
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Weapons: Assault Rifle, Battle Rifle, Gravity Hammer
Tertiary Equipment: Thrusters, 1x Flashbang, Combat Knife, Extra Medical Supplies
Chain of Command: The Trust
Backstory: Freyja, nicknamed after the Norse Goddess for 'Lady' and symbolizing everything feminine. She was requested to be assigned to Hammer Team by Chaplin after he took control. She is considered the second-in-command to Hammer Team and the most proficient, light-feet CQC fighter on the team. She is also the only other member of Hammer Team to not use a Hammer, instead preferring an Elite's energy sword to remain fast and nimble. She is also the team's medic and has the authority to override Thor's orders when supported by the rest of the team.

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Tyr
[SHEET]Name: Thomas "Tyr" McGuire
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Class: Class-0 SPARTAN-II, Pioneer Specialization
Race: Human
Rank: Warrent Officer 2
Weapons: Assault Rifle, Grenade Launcher, Gravity Hammer
Tertiary Equipment: Jetpack, 2x Plasma Grenades, 1x Frag Grenade, C4, Combat Knife
Chain of Command: The Trust
Backstory: Tyr is the member of Hammer who values glory. He fights to bring justice to the hypocrites of the UNSC, and is a mindful tactician. He enjoys the call of war and uses it as a setting to administer his 'justice'.

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Hel
[SHEET]Name: Jillian "Hel" Brown
Sex: Female
Age: 33
Class: Class-0 SPARTAN-II, Rogue Specialization
Race: Human
Rank: Warrent Officer 1
Weapons: Sniper Rifle (w/ motion sensor), DMR, Gravity Hammer
Tertiary Equipment: Active Camo, 3x Flashbang Grenades, Combat Knife
Chain of Command: The Trust
Backstory: Hel is a spiritual member of Hammer Team. After killing or battles, she often says a silent prayer for those who died, believing that no one deserves unhappiness in the afterlife. She doesn't believe in idols or deities, but she does feel that there's more to live than just life and that the story continues. Hel is considered the sniper on the team. Although proficient, she is the least effective at using a gravity hammer.

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Ullr
[SHEET]Name: Malcolm "Ullr" Thompson
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Class: Class-0 SPARTAN-II, Engineer Specialization
Race: Human
Rank: Sergeant Major
Weapons: Battle Rifle, M6C SOCOM, Gravity Hammer
Tertiary Equipment: 2x Frag Grenades, High-tech PDA, Combat Knife
Chain of Command: The Trust
Backstory: The lowest ranking member of Hammer Team. He values honor and glory in battle and holds to the idea that the bigger and better the opponents he defeats, the more prestigious he, and his allies, become. Ullr is also the technical minded member of Hammer. While new to the team, he is highly adaptable, willing and able to modify, hack, destroy, or merely snoop into various electronics and databases to get a job done.

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Hells Sniper · 02-05-2013

UNSC/ONI

Captain Jacob Sharpmen
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Name: Jacob Sharpmen
Sex: M
Age: 34
Class: Sniper – Lone Wolf
Race: Human
Rank: Captain
Weapons: Sniper Rifle - Socom
Back story: See Wiki Entry
Chain of Command: ONI
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Vice-Admiral Fredward Harrison
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Name: Fredward Harrison
Sex: M
Age: 47
Class: Naval Officer
Race: Human
Rank: Vice-Admiral, Commander of the Carrier-class Ship, The Vigorous Inferno
Traits: 6’2” – 215 pounds
Weapons: Two M6C Magnums
Back story: See Wiki Entry
Chain of Command: UNSC
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CPO Keera MacLaren
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Name: Keera MacLaren
Sex: M
Age: 28
Class: Pilot
Race: Human
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Traits: 5'8" - Long red hair, brown eyes, freckles, quick reaction-time, ability to think fast in emergencies.
Weapons: M7S SMG - Socom
Back story: Keera joined the UNSC at 21 years old, after having a rough beginning to life and being kicked out of college, she had nowhere else to go. Keera excelled in many things during training, especially air defense systems and aviation controls. She was enthused with aviation and loved every second of it. She became a pilot at 25 years old and currently serves in Gold Squadron, aboard the Vigorous Inferno
Chain of Command: UNSC Naval Air Forces
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Omega Legion

Sergeant Nathan Carmicle
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Name: Nathan Carmicle
Sex: M
Age: 24
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Sergeant
Traits: 5’10” – 170 pounds – messy brown hair – green eyes.
Weapons: Battle Rifle - Socom
Back story: Carmicle joined the UNSC at 18. He was pulled into ODST training a few years after entering the UNSC and succeeded in ODST training. He began his studies in medicine while on active duty and fighting against the Covenant. He is currently a Sergeant in the UNSC marine forces. Carmicle serves in "Omega Legion."
Chain of Command: UNSCMC – ODST
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Sergeant Major Lucas Limos
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Name: Lucas Limos
Sex: M
Age: 30
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Sergeant Major
Traits: 6’ – Silver hair – green eyes.
Weapons: M7S SMG - Socom
Back story: Limos joined the UNSC at 19 years old after graduating high school and moving away from his home. He felt that, after the murder of his family by the Covenant, it was the only thing he could do to avenge them. Studying computer technology prior to his enlistment, UNSC put him in the Science corps. From there, he continued his study and helped as best he could through his years in the UNSC. Limos is currently in "Omega Legion."
Chain of Command: UNSC - ODST
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Staff Sergeant Colby Jack
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Name: Colby Jack
Sex: M
Age: 26
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Traits: 5'11 - Fast, quiet, athletic and slim build - brown eyes/hair
Weapons: DMR - Socom
Back story: Colby was drafting into the UNSC at 22 years old, after graduating from a prestigious college with a degree in History. Colby, enlightened by his draft, went in search of adventure. He found the UNSC’s reconnaissance division. He served many roles during his time and is currently stationed with his squad, "Omega Legion."
Chain of Command: UNSC
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Corporal Troy Miles
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Name: Troy Miles
Sex: M
Age: 20
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Corporal
Traits: Brown eyes, brown hair, Intelligent, Innate Tactical Leadership ability.
Weapons: Assault Rifle - Battle Rifle
Back story: Troy Miles, born 2520 on the planet of Arcadia, was always yearning for adventure. His parents were both workers in the city, as they had a nice house inside Pirth City, the main capital of Arcadia. Troy's family had lived on Arcadia since it was founded in 2429, as the Miles name was known. Troy always went away with friends, visiting the forests in Arcadia with his friends. He always tried to do something new and exciting each and every day.
Troy lived a comfortable life on Arcadia, until early 2531, when Arcadia is invaded by Covenant forces in the First Battle of Arcadia. It is here, amidst the destruction of Troy's home that he sees what the war has done. Thousands die in the first hour, and by the end, more than two million have perished. Including his entire family. He is the last Miles to carry on the name. Forced the leave Arcadia behind, Troy retreated to an evacuation center, catching a ride on one of the transports and making his way towards Paradise Lost, a UNSC Colony world. Here, he lived for the next few years. Forced out of his comfortable life into an unknown world and fighting for himself, Troy adapted quickly to his new life. At 17, with only a small shack to his name and the war with the Covenant escalating quickly, Troy joined the UNSC.
He was transferred to Reach in 2538, escaping the Battle of Paradise Lost and probably his own death. Troy trained for months, and was offered a position as an ODST after completion of his training. He accepted and was forged into an ODST by 2540.
Chain of Command: UNSC
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Suicide Squad

Gunnery Sergeant William Folee
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Name: William Folee
Sex: M
Age: 27
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
Traits: 6’4” – 230 pounds – Short black hair – Muscular – Brown eyes.
Weapons: Shotgun, Socom, rocket launcher
Back story: William Folee was forced into the UNSC at 17 years old, leaving Earth behind. He was an orphan and lived on the streets for most of his life. Since 15 years old, his criminal record grew until he had two choices, prison for the rest of his life, or the UNSC. Folee chose the UNSC and grew very interested in explosives. He became an expert on most types, studying them and always packing something into the heat of battle. At 23, he was drafted into the UNSC ODST corps and assigned to the “suicide squad.” The “Suicide Squad” dropped into hot enemy lines and would cause as much havoc as possible before being pulled out. 95% of their missions ended with a death. Folee is currently serving with the "Suicide Squad."
Chain of Command: UNSCMC - ODST
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Master Sergeant Athios
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Name: Athios
Sex: M
Age: 32
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Master Sergeant
Traits: 6'1” - Muscular - Obnoxious - Loud-mouth – Tactical Leadership apparent
Weapons: Shotgun - 2 Socoms
Back story: Athios is the veteran and leader of the Suicide Squad. Forced into it at age 21, Athios quickly became known as the obnoxious leader of the Killers. Athios was an orphan and grew up learning to never trust anyone on New Harmony. His story is seldom told to many, but what Athios is known for is the murder and slaughter of over 57 suspected insurrectionists during the year 2529. The UNSC didn’t know what to do with him, however they noticed his determination and willingness to die for humanity and his fellow citizens and decided to put him into the force, making him one of the first members of the Suicide Squad, the others have long since perished. Athios has accepted the position of being the leader and hopes to lead the men under his command to “Honor under the sword.”
Chain of Command: UNSC - ODST "Suicide Squad"
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Sergeant Paul Cross
[SHEET]
Name: Paul Cross
Sex: M
Age: 28
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Sergeant
Traits: 5’11” – Muscular, Tattoos all over, enraged by aliens, overly vengeful in battle
Weapons: Battle Rifle – SMG
Back story: Paul Cross was born in 2512 to a druggie mother and alcoholic father on an Insurrectionist base located on an asteroid. In 2513, his sister, Jaclyn was born. Cross grew up on the asteroid with his sister, caring for her, and eventually escaping with her at age 15, two years into the Human-Covenant war. When he eventually managed to escape to Earth, the UNSC brought the two children under their care in a military orphanage. When they were each of age to join the military, the UNSC forced them into service. Cross, determined to rid the universe of aliens accepted the “assignment” and killed any and all non-humans in his path. He and his sister were the lone survivors of an attack in 2534, where after they were both transcript into the Suicide Squad.
Side note: Cross’ tattoos are from the years of service, including the insurrectionist activity, marine record, and past years of being part of the suicide squad.
Chain of Command: UNSC - ODST "Suicide Squad"
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Corporal Jaclyn Cross
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Name: Jaclyn Cross
Sex: F
Age: 27
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Corporal
Traits: 5’6” – Short black hair, tattoos, alien hater, like her brother, except younger and shorter, relatively quiet.
Weapons: Assault rifle – Two Socoms
Back story: Jaclyn was born in 2513, to the same parents of her brother Paul. She learned to act like him and be tough like him, never taking shit from anyone. When the two escaped, Jaclynn enjoyed the short-lived freedom she had until being forced into UNSC service and being separated from her brother. Growing up in a similar fashion, Jaclyn was an adept fighter, and could survive wave after wave of Covenant forces. Her tattoos are similar to her brothers in that most of which came from her past insurrectionist dealings, and past marine record. After the two survived the attack in 2534, and due to their increasing hatred of all alien kind, the UNSC decided to transfer them both to the Suicide squad.
Chain of Command: UNSC - ODST "Suicide Squad"
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Corporal Josephy McKinley
[SHEET]
Name: Joseph McKinley
Sex: M
Age: 23
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Corporal
Traits: 5’10” – Strong, great CQC fighter, Lacks common sense
Weapons: DMR - Socom
Back story: The newest addition to the “Suicide Squad,” “Dirty Joe,” as he is informally called wreaked havoc through his ODST career. Joining at age 17 and leaving Mars behind, Dirty Joe was a ruthless and hated trainee. He was quickly brought up on charges of sexual harassment, assault, and manslaughter during combat exercises (around age 22), Dirty Joe wasn’t forced out, but was simply given a second chance. He’d either be put on death row and be killed, or join the Suicide Squad, being able to kill a few aliens before he went out. Dirty Joe always liked a challenge and immediately accepted the latter, being a young and naïve kid he didn’t know what awaited him in the Suicide Squad.
Chain of Command: UNSC - ODST "Suicide Squad"
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The Covenant

Chieftain Dangerus
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Name: Dangerus
Sex: M
Age: 48
Class: Warlord
Race: Brute
Rank: Chieftain
Weapons: Dangerus'_Gravity_Hammer - Dangerus'_Spiker
Back story: Dangerus
Chain of Command: The Covenant
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War Chieftain Furium
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Name: Furium
Sex: M
Age: 40
Class: War Chieftain
Race: Brute
Rank: Chieftain
Weapons: Gravity Hammer - Covenant Carbine
Backstory: Born in 2500 on Dosaic. Furium was just like any other brute in their adolescence. At age 13, Furium was conscripted into the Covenant military. He finished his training at age 17 in 2517. From there he was placed onto a CAS-class battle cruiser, The Commitment and Harbinger. A ship run exclusively and very surprisingly by brutes, Furium was accepted as that of an equal and an adversary in his career. When the war with the humans broke out in 2525, Furium had already grown to the rank of Ultra. However, with the events of the war, Furium was forced onto an elite-run ship, where things went for a sudden change. Instead of being treated like a respected brute, he was treated as nothing more than a piece of meat. For the next decade, the elites sent him and several other dozen brutes on full-scale assaults against human occupied territory. However, with Furium’s command, most (if not all) of the brutes returned to the ship. This went on for ten years (Furium was promoted by the Prophets twice, reaching the rank of Captain Major), until 2538. After the destruction of Genesis, Furium, growing enraged and highly offended by the elite’s attitude, chose to speak up. He, and the brutes that followed him, spoke to the Elite shipmaster and demanded to be moved to another ship. The elite simply laughed and told the brutes to back down and return to their cages. The comment further enraged Furium as he drew his weapon against the Elite shipmaster. The elite, taking this a sign of aggression, ordered his men to kill the brutes aboard his ship and dispose of the bodies. The elite would deal with the Prophets later.
And so, onboard the Elite ship, The Seeker of Sacrifice, brutes and elites exchanged blows on the bridge. Furium, managing to dispatch a few elites attacked the Elite shipmaster. The shipmaster however, did not go down easily, and after hours of fighting, with the loss of every single brute on the ship (the elites outnumbered them 3 to 1), Furium was the only one left standing. He fought elite after elite, yet never gave in. Eventually, Furium was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of elites, and as all the elites wielded energy swords, they slashed at his body. He was hit all over, with one energy sword dealing the final blow. The sword slashed his face, cut his right eye (blinding him), and created a long lasting scar. The elite shipmaster ordered the bodies dumped and they were sent out the airlock. However, Furium awakened before this happened and caught a ride on a phantom heading for another ship.
Here, he explained his story to the shipmaster that found him. The shipmaster, smiling at his resolve, sheer destruction of the elites, and survival took him in. That shipmaster was none other than Dangerus. Dangerus reported the incident to the Prophets, and with permission, hunted down the elites who killed Furium’s brethren. The Prophets, enraged by the elite’s disobedience, granted Furium the rank of War Chieftain. Months later, Furium dealt the final blow to the Elite shipmaster that had put his men to death. He had taken his revenge, and has since served under Dangerus as one of his advisors.
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The Trust - The Risk-Takers

Liam-Z174
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Name: Liam-Z174
Sex: M
Age: 40
Class: Spartan-II (Class 0)
Race: Human
Rank: First in command of the RT’s
Traits: Commander Helmet – Silver Armor
Weapons: DMR – Shotgun
Back story: Born 2500 in Phoenix, Arizona on Earth. Liam grew up with no real parents, his mother died during child birth and his father had died in the war earlier that month. The hospital put him up for adoption, and within two weeks a wealthy family took him in. Through the years he grew up, never hearing the stories of his real parents. At six years old, the parents who had adopted him were actually ONI agents, they figured he had the right physical and mental capacities for SPARTAN-Training (Class 0). Since the parents had no real connection to the child, and the child knowing they were not his true parents, they figured this would give him a reason to live. Through training he grew close to all Spartan-II’s and was an all around friendly guy. He led Grey Team which comprised of Savannah-129, Jessica-190, and Desmond-055. Through the years, Liam and Savannah had taken a liking to each other, but knew their responsibilities would lie else where as the war went on. Grey Team was conscripted into the Risk-Taker Project as soon as it was formed. Liam took command of the entire Project in 2539 at 39 years old; three of the members were Spartan-III’s.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0

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Savannah-Z149
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Name: Savannah-Z129
Sex: F
Age: 40
Class: Spartan-II (Class 0)
Race: Human
Rank: Second in Command of the RT’s
Traits: HAZOP - Maroon
Weapons: Assault Rifle - Magnum
Back story: Born 2500 on Reach, Savannah was abducted at six years old. The night she was abducted, she awoke and didn’t know what was happening. Figuring that her captors were out to kill her she tried to escape the men’s clutches. She grabbed a piece of glass that was from a mirror (which had been destroyed when she was being abducted) and attacked the men. Savannah cut one’s man throat, effectively killing him. She was thrown into shock, and simply gave up. Savannah unable to forget about the man (who would plague her dreams for the next 34 years) vowed her life to him. She made a promise she would do what a Spartan must. She was assigned to Gold Team at six years old; with the three other Spartan-II’s.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0

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Jessica-Z190
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Name: Jessica-Z190
Sex: F
Age: 40
Class: Spartan-II (Class 0)
Race: Human
Rank: Unavailable
Traits: EOD - Silver
Weapons: Rockets - Magnum
Back story: Born 2500 on Paradise Lost. Jessica’s mom was a whore, her father an incredible gambler. Her father burning through the cash faster than they were getting it, and her mom, whoring herself out to every man on the market, Jessica had to leave. She was planning to run away at six, but instead ONI got to her first. She didn’t care that her old life was left behind and when she found out she was to be a Spartan…she stood up to the challenge. She has been a part of Gold Team and the RT Project since the start.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0

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Desmond-Z055
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Name: Desmond-055
Sex: M
Age: 40
Class: Spartan-II (Class 0)
Race: Human
Rank: Unavailable
Traits: EVA - Brown
Weapons: Assault Rifle - Magnum
Back story: Born 2500 on an Insurrectionist hideout. Desmond’s home was attacked by an ONI fleet and destroyed when he was just six years old. ONI, trying not to kill innocent women and children brought the survivors aboard one of the ships. Coincidentally, the ship was littered with ONI Agents on various missions, some of which were to transcript Spartans. One ONI Agent approached Desmond in the middle of the night, asking where his family had gone. He simply did not know, his family had been missing since he was brought onboard. The Agent, full aware that Desmond’s parents were most likely killed, abducted, or being interrogating, comforted the child. He kept a close eye on him for the next several months, noting that he had excelled features compared to the other children. The Agent offered him as a candidate and they accepted. Desmond became the Insurrectionist fighting Insurrectionists. He became a Spartan. He was part of Gold Team and the RT Project since the start.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0

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Lyle-Z007
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Name: Lyle-Z007
Sex: M
Age: 25
Class: Spartan-III
Race: Human
Rank: Unavailable
Traits: Operator –Dark Green
Weapons: Sniper - Magnum
Back story: Born 2515 on New Harmony. He was born into a large family which was hard to control. He was thrown into a foster family two years after he was born due to the fact that his parents simply could not sustain him. He, as well as his siblings, were scattered across New Harmony. Here, he met Emma, they grew up together as friends and more like siblings. The two together were abducted into the Spartan-III program in 2530, Lyle was fifteen years old. After the invasion of New Harmony, Lyle had assumed that his entire family was killed, he therefore believes Emma is his only true family member.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0
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Emma-Z049
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Name: Emma-Z049
Sex: F
Age: 24
Class: Spartan-III
Race: Human
Rank: Unavailable
Traits: CQC - Blue
Weapons: Shotgun - Magnum
Back story: Born in 2516 on New Harmony. Her family was killed in a car accident and she was put into a foster home. Here Lyle and she grew up together, believing themselves to be siblings more than anything. The two were taken in 2530 and conscripted into the Spartan-III project. She was fourteen years old. Since then, her file has been locked and sealed from any outside intrusion.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0
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William-Z093
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Name: William-Z093
Sex: M
Age: 22
Class: Spartan-III
Race: Human
Rank: Unavailable
Traits: Grenadier - Black
Weapons: Turret - Magnum
Back story: Born 2518, William was born on Earth. He was taken away by ONI at age twelve, noticing his increased strength, endurance, and hatred for alien kind. He escaped once at fifteen, only to find his family had already forgotten him. He was beaten when he was brought back, showed his true goal of being a Spartan, and ultimately accepted. He needed revenge on someone for what ONI had done to him.
Chain of Command: The Trust – ONI Section 0
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ShayNanigans · **OCs** 02-05-2013

Jade McLeod
[Sheet]Name:Jade McLeod.
Age: 27.
Gender:Female.
Race: Human.
Rank: ODST Staff Sergeant.
Specializations: Sniper

Personality: Jade is a down-to-earth person who values the merit of an individual over rank or heritage. Jade keeps a collected, calculating mind on and off battlefields. She is the type of person to hear one word and understand two. With that said, Jade also believes in cooperation for the good of Mankind, putting the safety of her team above herself. While she fears the SPARTANS, Jade also respects them for authority they possess. She believes that, regardless of rank, they are all united as humans fighting for survival.
History: Jade's family, for generations, all served in the military. Her father was a former Marine, her mother a field medic. Her older brother joined as a Marine, like their father, but during one battle, had lost his life. Jade joins at 16, with the consent of her parents, and works hard for herself and for her deceased brother. At age 22, she volunteers to train as an ODST. Currently, she is an ODST sniper.

Strength: She puts her team before herself and is unafraid to sacrifice herself to ensure the lives of her team. Jade is also quick to defend her teammates if she feels they are not being treated with proper respect. Combat wise, she relies mostly on stealth and perception; being able to move to well hidden spots on the battlefield, and spotting enemies in cover and at long distances. When dealing in hand-to-hand, she relies on her agility and speed. As one of the smaller ODST, she relies on her ability to predict and dodge her opponents moves, rather than fighting them head on.

Weakness: Due to her smaller size, she must rely on her brain rather than her brawn. Being a sniper, Jade is less experienced with short-range combat. Jade is prone to insubordinate behavior, and has been reprimanded on several occasions. While her intentions may be in the right place, she sometimes fails to give proper respect to her surperiors.

Weapon Of Choice: Primary- SRS99D-S2 AM Sniper Rifle. Secondary- Two M6C/SOCOM. Melee- Combat Knife.

Appearance: She stands 5'9, weighs 190. She is of Japanese and Scottish decent. Jade has short black hair, light tan skin, and green eyes. Her armor is the standard ODST but on her left, there is a green Asian dragon painted on the shoulder pad. Below her jawline, Jade has a scar on her throat that she received while stopping a fight between a SPARTAN and her teammates.

Other: Her brother had a tattoo of an Asian dragon on his left shoulder and, in his honor, she painted the same dragon on her shoulder pad.

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Roha Kzoku
[Sheet]Name: Roha Kzoku.
Age: 39.
Gender: Female.
Race: Sangheili.
Rank: Major.
Specializations: Medic.

Personality: Roha is a compassionate individual who values the lives of all those who serve the Covenant. She gives the same level of care to everyone; regardless of who or what the patient is. She is also a proud individual, unwilling to bow her head to anyone who behaves in an ignorant or disrespectful way. However, she remains respectful towards all those she meets and keeps a cool head under all situations.

History: Roha comes from a family of high ranking warriors from the state of Kzoku. The state is famous for producing great swordsmen and her father was a Sangheili Honor Guardsmen, her brothers high ranking soldiers. Her mother was a simple housewife but saw that their daughter didn't follow in the vision of glory and honor in warfare. Her father disapproved her desire to heal the injured, believing it was dishonorable. Despite her father and her brothers' disapproval, Roha went to the state of Iyasu, one of the few places that had a medical school at a young age. She proved to be a prodigy, excelling in art of medicine. She serves the Covenant as one of the head doctors, being popular among the Unggoy for her compassion towards them. However, she is greatly disliked by the Sangheili soldiers, due to the fact that her profession means denying them an honorable death.

Strength: Theoretically, she uses her knowledge of physiology to know the most critical places to strike. However, her lack of combat-focus means that this only works in theory. In reality, her fighting skills are almost nonexistant. She is known for her unbreakable spirit and the ability to retain her composure while under intense pressure. Roha's compassionate heart means she accepts individuals regardless of species, rank, or status.

Weakness: Due to being a non-combatant doctor, she lacks the skill to engage in combat. She must rely on her intelligence to exploit physiological weaknesses in her enemies. But her lack of experience in combat makes her vulnerable.

Appearance: She stands 7'7 feet, weighs 345. She has dark, grey/blue skin with pale, icy blue eyes. Her head is lightly narrower than most, giving a slight triangular appearance. She wears a dull, dusty gold coloured armor with darker brown gold secondary colouring.

Other: Roha thinks with a more logical, scientific mindset rather than a religious one. While she is proud of being a Sangheili, she believes that their obsession with honor will be the death of their species. However, she keeps that opinion to herself, as she is more than aware of the hatred the Sangheili soldiers harbor towards her. She has a few Unggoy who are friends with her, due to the fact that she is the only one who treats them with respect.

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cubanpete24 · 02-09-2013

Alexi Enstsky

[SHEET]Name: Alexi Enstsky
Sex: M
Age: 21 years old
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Lance Corporal
Traits: Calculative, Intelligent, Dexterous,
Weapons: M7S smg, M6C Socom
Back story: Alexi Entsky is as professional as they come. He enlisted into the UNSC when he was 16, to escape the slums of New Moscow. His longtime friend, Anton, enlisted with him. Alexi is a member of the short lived Recovery Team Jester, assigned to the King Raven. Jester is a competent enough squad, but it's obvious who pulls the most weight. Entksy has done such a good job pulling men out of fire, and locating valuable relics, that he has peaked the interest of some ONI Spooks...
Chain of Command: UNSCMC[/SHEET]

Anton Kovlov

[SHEET]Name: Anton Kovlov
Sex: M
Age: 24 years old
Class: ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Private
Traits: Simple minded, Loyal, Noble, Optimistic, Durable, Athletic, Empathetic
Weapons: M7S, M6C Socom
Back story: Anton Kovlov was satisfied with the life he had. He was 19, and working in a factory that made BR55 Battle rifles. He was responsible for making sure the magazines fit their weapon. Yes, a respectable job, for a respectable man. Since he was little, he always watched Alexi's back. So when he learned that Alexi was going to enlist, he felt obligated to join him, and quit his job without a second thought. He is now a part of the short lived Recovery Team Jester, fighting alongside his best, and only friend.
Chain of Command: UNSCMC[/SHEET]

Archerboy106 · 02-09-2013

Zephyr Bovela
[SHEET]Name: Zephyr Bovela “The Bear”
Sex: Male
Age: 54 years old
Class: Spartan1/ODST
Race: Human
Rank: Commander Grade 2
Traits: 6”2, 234lbs, long Brown Hair, blue-green eyes. Strong built, Genetically enhanced, very combat apt (good at close combat and shooting). Natural leader, sarcastic jokester, fair (Libra at heart), Loyal to humanity, family and to what is right. Thinks before he acts, but can act on impulse, especially when it comes to someone he has no patience for.
Weapons: M6G Magnum - ONI Variant w/ detachable Silencer, MA37 Assault Rifle - ONI Variant w/ reflex scope and grenade launcher, “The Bear’s Claw” a 15in. blade of titanium alloys and other metals making one of the most durable and sharpest blades.
Armor: Standard ODST Armor with a silver visor. Etched bear claw on left shoulder. Squad emblem on the right. Equipment includes c4 charges, and flashlight (unless that is attached to helmet?).
Chain of Command: ONI
Back story: http://theneworder.net/wiki.php?page=Zephyr_Bovela [/SHEET]

Zachary “Leapfrog” Woods
[SHEET]Name: Zachary “Leapfrog” Woods
Rank: Major
Sex: Male
Class: ODST
Weapons: Silenced SMG and shotgun
Armor: Standard ODST armor with a green band around his bicep displaying a frog. HSK emblem etched onto shoulder pad.
Backstory: Best friend of Zephyr Bovela. The two have served many missions with each other. Zach is reserved but speaks up when there is a moral dilemma. He specializes in CQC and shotguns. [/SHEET]

Clarke “Brooklyn” Miller
[SHEET]Name: Clarke “Brooklyn” Miller
Rank: 2nd Lt.
Sex: Male
Class: ODST.
Weapons: Silenced and unsilenced SMG’s and an assault rifle
Armor: Standard ODST armor with a black visor. He carries an extra ammo pack on his back. HSK emblem etched onto shoulder pad.
Backstory: Grew up in New York City on earth, and struggled through most of his childhood. Like Zephyr and his brother Felix, Clarke used the military as an escape from his life on earth. He uses sarcasm and humor to cope with damaged childhood. He has no personal relations outside Hit Squad Kilo.[/SHEET]

Kathy “Katana” Summers
[SHEET]Name: Kathy “Katana” Summers
Rank: Captain
Sex: Female
Class: ODST
Weapons: Sniper rifle and DMR.
Armor: Standard ODST armor with the HSK emblem etched onto the shoulder and a katana blade etched onto the other shoulder.
Backstory: She is quiet and reserved much like her love-interest Zachary Woods. She is the best shot in all of HSK and can accurately hit small targets over great distances via her sniper rifle.[/SHEET]

Naked Crook · 02-09-2013

[divide][/divide]Nighthawk and Anaconda[divide][/divide]

Nighthawk
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Real Name: Preston Joseph Vernette
Alias: Nighthawk
Rank: Rear-Admiral Lower Half
Age: 50
Sex: Male
Affiliation: UNSC - ONI
Weapons: Nighthawk's Magnum and Nighthawk's Shotgun
Physical Description: 6'0", 190 lbs, physically fit, without armor.
Backstory: Preston J. Vernette Wiki Entry

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Anaconda
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Real Name: Barrabus
Alias: Anaconda
Nickname: Big Guy
Rank: Alpha Chieftain
Title: Shipmaster - Covenant Assault Carrier Devotion
Affiliation Covenant and UNSC
Age: 60 (human years)
Sex: Male
Weapons: Anaconda's Gravity Hammer and Anaconda's Spikers
Physical description: 9'7", 1700 lbs (without armor). Black Fur.
Backstory: Delta/Chieftain Barrabus Wiki Entry

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HAWK - High Value Target Analysis and Weapon Engineering Kernel
[SHEET]
Name: HAWK
Rank: King Raven II Shipboard AI
Title: Shipboard AI Construct
Age: A few months
Sex: Male personality core
Affiliation: Nighthawk and Anaconda
Physical Description: Physically identical to Nighthawk in every way. HAWK's digital code is clearly visible on his construct body at all times. HAWK is currently limited to displaying on holotables, and he is moved around via a datachip.
Backstory: You will learn that soon enough...

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[divide][/divide]UNSC[divide][/divide]

Tyber X. Vernette
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Name: Tyber Xavier Vernette
Rank: Commander Grade I
Title: Head of Ground Operations - King Raven
Age: 53 (Age accelerated to 54 as a result of nuclear cloning process)
Sex: Male
Affiliation: UNSC - ONI
Weapons: Two ONI M7 SMGs, M6C SOCOM ONI Variant.
Physical Description: 6'1", 200 lbs, physically fit. Blond hair and brown eyes. Short hair.
Backstory: Tyber X. Vernette Wiki Entry

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David H. Burke
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Name: David Henry Burke
Rank: Commander
Title: Doctor - Chief Medical Officer - King Raven
Age: 65
Sex: Male
Affiliation: UNSC
Weapons: M6C Magnum - ONI Variant
Physical Description: 6'1", 200 lbs. Brown hair with majority grey, green eyes, grey goatee.
Backstory: David H. Burke Wiki Entry

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Jennifer M. Frost
[SHEET]
Name: Jennifer Melinda Frost
Rank: Captain
Title: First Officer, Chief of Neuropathology - King Ravem
Age: 33
Sex: Female
Affiliation: UNSC - ONI
Weapons: M6G Magnum
Physical Description: 5'10", 155lbs. Fit build. Has medium length hair, dark brown. Blue eyes.
Backstory: N/A (At the moment)

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Cameron - Z091
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Name: Cameron-Z091
Rank: MCPO
Title: Spartan II - Class 0
Age: 40
Sex: Male
Affiliation: UNSC - ONI Section 0
Weapons: M6G Magnum, MA5C Assault Rifle
Backstory: Cameron-Z091 Wiki Entry

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[divide][/divide]The Covenant[divide][/divide]

Xyrho
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Name: Xyrho
Rank: Major - Forerunner Tech Specialist
Species: Elite
Age: 58
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Covenant
Weapons: Energy Sword, Plasma Rifle, Holodrones
Physical Description: 7'5", 345 lbs
Backstory: 2521 STB

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Voro
[SHEET]
Name: Voro
Rank: Special Operations Commander
Species: Elite
Age: 55
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Covenant
Weapons: Energy Sword, Covenant Carbine
Physical Description: 7'7", 343 lbs
Backstory: 2521 STB

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[divide][/divide]The Trust Syndicate[divide][/divide]

Constantine Spender
[SHEET]
Name: Constantine Spender
Rank: Admiral
Title: Director of Section 0
Age: 75
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust (Under the banner of ONI Section 0)
Weapons: M6D Magnum, HIS PACK OF SMOKES!
Physical Description: 6'1, Thin but fit build, 180 lbs.
Backstory: N/A

[/SHEET]
Augustus Kolya
[SHEET]
Name: Augustus Kolya
Rank: Captain
Title: Naval Officer / Spartan II - Class 0, First Officer - Ulterior Motive
Age: 40
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust (Under the banner of ONI Section 0)
Weapons: Various weapons - multiple expertise
Backstory: N/A
[/SHEET]
Brandon Yates
[SHEET]
Name: Brandon Yates
Rank: Vice-Admiral
Title: Deputy Director of ONI Section 0
Age: 57
Sex: Male
Affiliation: UNSC / ONI Section 0
Weapons: M6D Magnum
Physical Description: 6'3", 200 lbs, Moderately fit.
Backstory: Brandon Yates Wiki Entry

[/SHEET]
Black 1
[SHEET]
Name: Black 1
Rank: Colonel
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 55
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust (Under the banner of ONI Section 0)
Weapons: MA5C Assault Rifle, M6C Automag
Physical Description: 6'4" 220 lbs
Backstory: N/A

[/SHEET]
Black 2
[SHEET]
Name: Black 2
Rank: Colonel
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 53
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust (Under the banner of ONI Section 0)
Weapons: M90 Shotgun, M6C Automag
Physical Description: 6'4" 220 lbs
Backstory: N/A

[/SHEET]
Black 3
[SHEET]
Name: Black 3
Rank: Colonel
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 59
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust (Under the banner of ONI Section 0)
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, M6C Automag
Physical Description: 6'4" 220 lbs
Backstory: N/A

[/SHEET]
Black 4
[SHEET]
Name: Black 4
Rank: Colonel
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 61
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust (Under the banner of ONI Section 0)
Weapons: Rocket Launcher, M6C Automag
Physical Description: 6'4" 220 lbs
Backstory: N/A

[/SHEET]

Anubis
[SHEET]
Name: Alexander "Lex" Zimmerman
Alias: Anubis
Rank: Major
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 32
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust – Division 7
Weapons: Vanguard-Class Covenant Carbine, Vanguard-Class Dual Plasma Pistols
Physical Description: 6'7" 250 lbs
Backstory: Wiki Entry

[/SHEET]
Apophis
[SHEET]
Name: Giovanni Casanova
Alias: Apophis
Rank: Major
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 31
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust – Division 7
Weapons: Vanguard-Class DMR, Vanguard-Class Plasma Pistol,
Physical Description: 6'1" 210 lbs
Backstory: Wiki Entry

[/SHEET]
Imhotep
[SHEET]
Name: Logan Buchanan
Alias: Imhotep
Rank: Major
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 35
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust – Division 7
Weapons: Vanguard-Class Assault Rifle, Vanguard-Class Plasma Pistol
Physical Description: 6'0" 200 lbs
Backstory: Wiki Entry

[/SHEET]
Osiris
[SHEET]
Name: Vladimir Demetrius
Alias: Osiris
Rank: Major
Title: Trust Operative
Age: 30
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Affiliation: The Trust – Division 7
Weapons: Vanguard-Class Battle Rifle, Vanguard-Class Plasma Pistol
Physical Description: 6'5" 235 lbs
Backstory: Wiki Entry

[/SHEET]

Naked Crook · 02-09-2013

[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]2005 hours - San Angeles[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]

Rear-Admiral Vernette was laying down on the floor of the hanger bay of The Venture Capitalist. He was underneath a large, black Warthog, working on the vehicle. He was busy repairing a bit of battle damage and changing a few worn out parts.

Vernette was hard at work, when he felt his ear piece begin to vibrate, as he was getting an incoming transmission.

Vernette: You have GOT to be shitting me. Can't a man work in peace?

Vernette crawled out from under the vehicle and tapped his ear piece.

Vernette: Vernette here.

Jennifer spoke to him over the comm.

Jennifer: Preston...I just got off my duty shift on the bridge. Where are you right now?

Vernette sighed.

Vernette: I am still at that meeting Jennifer. You know...the bureaucrats are drilling me. I just stepped out to grab myself a coffee before going back into the meeting. Yeah...ruthless.

Jennifer sighed.

Jennifer: I see. When will you be back? You gotta remember...we have dinner plans at 2100 hours...just you and I. We don't get much time alone these days...we should take every chance we get.

Vernette laughed.

Vernette: Just dinner?

Jennifer: Well...I was going to suggest that we have dinner in your quarters...it is more spacious. More room to...move around. And, well...

Vernette: I get it...I get it. Trust me...I'll be there at 2100 hours...PRONTO! I don't wanna blow my chances...you know?

Jennifer: I am not walking into that one. You're quarters, 2100 hours, Frost out!

Vernette grinned. He got back to his feet.

Vernette: I love that Woman. The joy of my life.

Vernette then looked at a helmet sitting on a large equipment box. He looked into the red visor of the helmet.

Vernette: Aside from you, of course.

Vernette grabbed his coat from off the top of the Warthog and put it back on, neglecting to button it back up. Vernette walked to the adjacent side of the hanger bay, where his UNSC Vulture was waiting. As Vernette walked back towards his Vulture, he looked at the watch on his wrist. He saw the time as 20:19

Vernette: Shit...I better get back and clean myself up before 2100 hours.

As Vernette walked, he called out to the ships AI.

Vernette: HAWK!

Vernette walked to the cockpit of the Vulture and started the pre-flight sequence. HAWK appeared on the dashboard of the Vulture.

HAWK: Yes Nighthawk? You called?

Vernette: Did you finish the ship's diagnostics that I requested?

HAWK: All systems are operating at peak efficiency. The Stealth generator is holding steady. Engines are nominal, and we are holding at gray mode. Power output is below the UNSC detection thresh hold.

Vernette: Well done HAWK. Another question; were you ever able to access any information on Project RISK TAKERS? I have been unable to dig anything up on my end.

HAWK: Nothing yet Nighthawk. I have been unable to find any information on the topic of Project RISK TAKERS. I am forced to conclude that this may be a private initiative spearheaded by Director Spender.

Vernette shook his head.

Vernette: I still can't believe the UNSC Security Council put THAT GUY in charge of ONI. If only they knew what I knew about that prick. That guy is essentially my fucking boss! Makes me regret not quitting after Paradise Lost.

HAWK: Well...far be it from me to comment on supernatural occurrences like Karma...but killing Kapsky really came back to bite you in the ass.

Vernette: So it seems...so it seems. Funny how that stuff works out.

After a few minutes, the Vultuure was done its check, and ready to depart The Venture Capitalist.

Vernette: Keep an eye on The Venture Capitalist HAWK. I...have man shit to do.

HAWK: Don't have too much fun Nighthawk.

Vernette nodded. HAWK vanished from the dashboard of the Vulture, and the Vulture lifted off. The doors to the hanger bay opened, and the security barrier was raised. Vernette's Vulture passed through the security barrier, and was on it's way back to The King Raven.

Vernette's Vulture docked a few minutes later, and he disembarked from the Vulture, and proceeded into the corridors of The King Raven. He made his way back to his private quarters.

As Vernette approached the door, he stopped to enter his access code on the side panel of the wall. After entering his code, the door opened, and Vernette walked in. TO his surprise, Jenner was already n his quarters. She had taken the liberty of preparing a table settings.

Vernette: Jennifer...what are you doing here?

Jennifer: Thought I would stop in early and get things ready.

Jennifer could smell motor oil and hydraulic fluid on Vernette's cloths.

Jennifer: Where the hell have you been? I thought you said you were at a meeting.

Jennifer grabbed his hands.

Jennifer: What the hell is this? Why are your hands this...dirty? Your uniform. Geez Preston...what is going on?

Vernette looked at Jennifer and thought for a moment, trying to think up a lie.

Vernette: My...pen...exploded?

Jennifer: You don't use pens! You call them dark age garbage!

Vernette: Oh yeah...that's right.

Vernette thought again.

Vernette: Hmmm.

Jennifer sighed.

Jennifer: Really?

Vernette was silent.

Jennifer: You were gone all day...and you said you went to a meeting with the UNSC brass on the planet's surface...and you come back covered in...God knows what. Preston...

Vernette grinned.

Vernette: Don't say it.

Jennifer: I just wish you were more open with me.

Vernette laughed.

Vernette: Alright...I will be honest. The whole UNSC meeting crap...I made it up. It never happened. I...I wanted a bit of alone time...to work on work...real work...my work...work work...fun work. I needed to get a few ideas off of my head...stuff that had been backed up...ideas...concepts. I'm sorry...I just wanted to work non-stop...by myself...uninterrupted.

Jennifer nodded.

Jennifer: Fair enough. I believe you.

Vernette: Good...now that we have that settled...dinner?

Jennifer: It is on its way from the mess hall. Go and get yourself looking professional. I'll be here...waiting.

Vernette nodded. He turned and went to the washroom.He ran his hands under the tap and began to wash them.

As he did this, Jennifer spoke to him from the other room.

Jennifer: You know...it wouldn't hurt to let me in on some of the stuff you do from time to time. You are always working on "classified" things. What isn't classified wit you?

Vernette: Nothing...

Jennifer: That must be a pretty lonely life...keeping secrets from EVERYONE!

Vernette: I didn't get into this field for the social interaction. I have always been a lone wolf...I have always been one to fly-by-night...you know?

Jennifer: So...you are sneaky and a loner?

Vernette: Pretty much.

Vernette left the washroom, and went to his closet and grabbed another one of his uniforms. He looked at Jennifer and grinned.

Vernette: Gotta look good no?

Jennifer grinned back and nodded. She raised he hand and gestured it at him.

Jennifer: I expect it!

Vernette went back to the washroom and took his shirt off and tossed it side. He reached over to grab the new shirt that he just took from the closet, but he stopped when he noticed Jennifer enter the bathroom in the mirror. He quickly turned around to face her.

Vernette: What are...

Jennifer approached him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and over his shoulders. Jennifer proceeded to kiss him.

Vernette was taken aback by this. Although he had been seeing Jennifer for a few years, he was not used to HER making the first move.

Jennifer broke the kiss a moment later, and looked into his eyes.

Vernette: That was...quantifiably enjoyable...

Jennifer laughed. She began to run her hands down his chest, and she then began to notice something odd.

Jennifer: Preston...I don't remember some of these scars...

She looked at his arms.

Jennifer: Or these bruises...

Jennifer examined them.

Jennifer: These are recent. These are VERY recent! Preston...how did these happen!? It looks like some of these injuries were treated by...

Vernette: By what?

Jennifer: By someone who has ZERO knowledge of first aid...or at the very best...someone who has the experience of a day one field medic, who was treating themselves AFTER an injury...

Vernette: I resent being called a day one field medic. I have two PhDs...deuce...double...

Jennifer: And neither of them in medicine it seems! Preston...you need to go to the medical bay! These need to be looked at!

Vernette: I'm fine...really...I am fine!

Jennifer backed up. She had a look of genuine concern on her face.

Jennifer: I have never seen someone who walks around, beat up, like this. What the hell is wrong with you...Flag Officer types where you refuse medical advice!?

Vernette: You wouldn't understand Jennifer. All you need to know, is that I am fine, and that I don't need to under medical exams for bruises and scars. I have been living with bruises and scars my whole life. Just...try and relax. They don't hurt...

Jennifer: I'm sorry...it is just...I...I am...so insanely...

Jennifer paused.

Jennifer: CONCERNED...about you. I don't want anything to happen to you.

Vernette grinned. He approached Jennifer.

Vernette: Jennifer?

Jennifer: Yes?

Vernette: Wanna skip dinner? I am not that hungry.

Jennifer: Now that I think about it...neither am I...I think a quiet evening would be...what we both want. Just...you and I...

Vernette grinned.

Vernette: You wanna cancel the order from the mess?

Jennifer nodded. She pressed her hand against her ear, and contact the mess hall.

Jennifer: Mess hall? This is Commander Frost...something has come up, and I am needed on the bridge...cancel my order.

After a moment, the Mess Sergeant contacted Jennifer over her comm line.

Mess Sergeant: Understood ma'am. If you need anything, let us know. Mess out.

Jennifer closed the comm line. She looked back to Vernette.

Jennifer: Now...where were we?

Vernette: We were at the good part...where you and I take advantage of the perks of me being the CO, and having the best creature comforts on this ship. That is where we left off.

Jennifer grinned, s Vernette grabbed her, and lifted her into his arms.

Vernette: Shall we?

[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]Time Lapse: 7 hours - 0400 hours - San Angeles[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]

Vernette eye''s began to open. The room was dark, the only light coming from a small clock on his night table. The clock read 0400. Vernette could hear someone calling him, but he was not immediately aware of where it was coming from.

UNSC Bridge Officer: Rear-Admiral Vernette...do you copy?

He could feel someone resting on his chest.

As his sense came back to him, he began to remember what had happened. As his eyes adjusted, he could see Jennifer resting her head on his chest. He examined his situation further, and saw that they were both under the covers of Vernette's blanket.

UNSC Officer: Rear-Admiral Vernette...do you copy?

Vernette then realized that the voice was coming from the comm system, and that someone on the bridge was trying to get a hold of him. Vernette tapped his ear, but he then realized that his ear piece was missing. He looked around, but the room wad ark.

UNSC Bridge Officer: Rear-Admiral Vernette...do you copy? You have a priority one signal coming in. Do you copy?

Vernette looked around. He tried to sit up, but with Jennifer sleeping on his chest, he found it to be more difficult than it should of been.

UNSC Bridge Officer: Rear-Admiral Vernette...please respond.

Vernette scoffed, as he spoke to himself.

Vernette: Oh my God person...give me a minute. Like...holy shit...it is like...4 am. I don't sleep in my fucking uniform.

Vernette sighed.

Vernette: Lights!

The lights in the room turned on.

Vernette used his right arm to reach over to his night table and feel around, looking for his ear piece. He finally found it, and put it back in his ear. He tapped it, and answered the transmission.

Vernette: Bridge, this is Vernette. What is going on?

Jennifer began to wake up. She looked up at him. She wrapped her arm around his torso.

UNSC Bridge Officer: Sir...I was getting worried. You were not responding.

Vernette: Bridge...what is going on?

UNSC Bridge Officer: Sir...you have an incoming message marked as priority 1. I do not recognize the transmission header...but it is coming in through the ONI transmission relay. I cannot determine a source of origin. Should I patch it through?

Vernette: Ummm...

Vernette thought for a moment.

Vernette: Bridge...does the transmission header have quad-symmetrical signal aggregation?

The Bridge Officer was silent for a moment.

UNSC Bridge Officer: Yes it does. Sir...how did you know?

Vernette: Patch it through. Route the transmission from the ONI Transmission relay, into comm processor Kai-655. Encrypt the routing protocols, and delete this transmission from the memory buffer, under ONI Security and Privacy Protocol Lambda-5. Do not speak of the existence of this transmission to any other Officer.

UNSC Bridge Officer: Y-yes sir. Carrying out your orders.

The bridge officer closed the comm line, and a moment later, Vernette had the transmission routed to his ear piece.

Vernette: This is Rear-Admiral Preston J. Vernette - authentication code...Tango Tango 449 Zulu.

Vernette waited for a reply.

He then heard someone laughing over the comm line.

Barrabus: That cracks me up every time...

Vernette sighed.

Vernette: Dude...seriously? How many times do I have to say this...that transmission relay is for ONI communications only. Every time you contact me...I gotta go and invoke sketchy ONI security protocols to flush this transmission from the data buffers.

Barrabus: Trust me...this time is important.

Vernette sighed again.

Vernette: Can it wait? It is 4 am...

Barrabus: This is more important...

Vernette: I'm in bed...sleeping...

Barrabus: Still more important...

Vernette: I am not alone.

Barrabus: Then consider this my revenge for all the times you dragged me away from my "engagements"...

Vernette: Seriously?

Barrabus: Seriously...

Vernette: SERIOUSLY!?

Barrabus grunted.

Vernette: It seems you are serious. Alright...what is it?

Barrabus: The Covenant has located a human-controlled world known as...Midnight...

Vernette jumped up. He was listening attentively now.

Jennifer looked at Vernette, curious as to what was going on. She could only hear Vernette's end of the conversation.

Vernette: WHAT!?

Barrabus: The Covenant has located a human-controlled world known as...Midnight...

Vernette: I heard you the first time...I just...do you have ANY idea how bad this is? This is terrible!

Barrabus: I can imagine this is pretty bad. What is Midnight anyway? All I have is the name.

Vernette: Midnight...is very important. All of ONI's R&D...the REAL R&D happens there. ONI keeps some pretty sketchy stuff there...all of it vital to the war effort. Losing Midnight is deemed the prelude to the endgame event...that is HOW important it is. Without Midnight...ONI's R&D effectively comes to a near halt. It has out best people...top technology...the real cutting edge stuff.

Barrabus: Can you move the R&D?

Vernette: There is too much of it to move. We could try...but...

Barrabus: Then that is a no. I thought so.

Vernette sighed.

Barrabus: I have a plan...

Vernette: Beat me to it. What do you have? Tell me this is good.

Barrabus: I know where the launching grounds for the battle group is. The Covenant has a large battle group in UNSC controlled space...near Paradise Lost. I have a plan which will allow us to offline the entire battle group before it launches. However...you are going to have to leave your ship for this one...and we are going to need the usual equipment. This will require us to infiltrate and destroy.

Vernette: Stand by...

Vernette muted his ear piece. He looked at Jennifer.

Vernette: Jennifer...I have to go to work.

Jennifer could see Vernette's look of concern on his face. She knew something was terribly wrong.

Jennifer: Preston...what is going on? Please...talk to me. What is going on.

Vernette: I...I wish I could tell you...but I can't...it is classified.

Jennifer: I am not buying that! Tell me whats going on!

Vernette: I can't! Jennifer...I can't...I simply can't!

Vernette jumped out of bed, and he began to quickly get dressed. He ran to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Vernette turned the water on and soaked his hands and ran his hands through his hair.

As he did this, he unmuted his comm line.

Vernette: Talk to me...I need specifics. I need everything you know...right now. Break it down. Go!

Barrabus: We are dealing with a battle group consisting of a branch of the navy controlled by The Elites. This is a specialized attack, intended to destroy the planet in a single attack. The Covenant is sparing no detail, as they are going all out to make this a short and decisive battle. The exact specs of the battle group includes one Covenant Super Carrier...

Vernette: The same kind of ship that fucked Paradise Lost up.

Barrabus: The Super Carrier is escorted by 4 standard Assault Carriers. Each Assault Carrier is escorted by 8 CCS light cruisers. Each CCS light cruiser is escorted by 6 Corvettes.

Vernette: 85 ships...

Barrabus: A standard attack group...but...each ship is crewed by special operations. Their attack plan will involve a sophisticated plan to jam all outgoing communications, and prevent UNSC reinforcements. Their orders are to infiltrate any and all military installations, retrieve anything of value...and glass the planet.

Vernette scoffed.

Vernette: God damn bastards...

Vernette paused.

Vernette: How the hell are we supposed to stop that? There is no way we have the firepower to do it! I'm good...but not that good!

Barrabus: I have managed to get my hands on a high yield Covenant warhead. We typically use these weapons to demolish planetary bodies that we either want to mine...or clear out asteroid fields for ship yards. Needless to say...the explosive power on this weapon is vast.

Vernette: You have a planet buster? Wait...isn't that one of those antimatter warheads?

Barrabus: Yes.

Vernette: Good...that's good. That is very good. All we have to do is deploy it...and bingo...done and done!

Barrabus: It is not as simple as that...but yes...in general...deploy it and...BINGO...whatever that means.

Vernette: Perfect. I like this plan...I am excited to be a part of it.

Barrabus: Excellent.

Vernette: So you said the battle group was near Paradise Lost?

Barrabus: Yeah...sorta. The battle group has held itself up some distance away from the planet to avoid any possible detection from any UNSC sensory arrays that may be possibly still reporting.

Vernette: Well...FLEETCOM has not reported any movement in that area. We assumed it was dead...but it seems The Covenant are just keeping their distance. It seems we were wrong.

Vernette paused.

Vernette: Which raises the question...where are you?

Barrabus: In orbit of Paradise Lost.

Vernette: Your Assault Carrier is at Paradise Lost?

Barrabus began to laugh, he then groaned.

Barrabus: No...

Vernette: Then...what is going on?

Barrabus: Well...I had a disagreement with another ship master...an Elite...

Vernette: Oh no...tell me you didn't...

Barrabus: We ended up exchanging fire...

Vernette: Oh God...

Barrabus: Both of our ships were...damaged in the exchange. His more then mine...so I still won. I would of killed him had we not of been ordered to stand down by our Hierarch.

Vernette: Well...at least you hit him more than he hit you. That is what is important...right?

Barrabus: Yeah. In any case...while my ship is in repair...I was given a Corvette and ordered to return to Doisac for...meditation on what I did. I decided to take the chance to go home and smell the air of my world...but then I caught news of this whole...invasion. I decided to take the Corvette I was given, and head off by myself. I then decided to seek you out.

Vernette: Smart man.

Barrabus: Let's just say...I am not quite done shooting at Elites. What is it that you say? "The adrenaline is...still pumping"? Is that it?

Vernette: Sounds about right.

Vernette paused.

Vernette: Is there anything else I should know before I leave?

Barrabus: Yes, there is. I have taken the liberty of uploading some strategic information on the Covenant battle group we are going after. The files should of been uploaded to the remote data server you set up on The Venture Capitalist. I have included some information on the fleet commander, and all of the ranking Elites in the battle group. This may help you in forming any additional plans to supplement what I have suggested. Additionally, everything that we just skimmed over now, had also been included in detail. Pretty much...everything is there. I suggest you go over it.

Vernette: All right big guy...sit tight. I will come to you, and I will find you. I should be at Paradise Lost soon.

Barrabus: Looking forward to it.

Vernette: Vernette out.

Vernette closed his comm line. The first thing Vernette did was start to clean himself up. It took him about 20 minutes to get himself back in order. When it came time to suit up, Vernette decided against his duty uniform, and instead, went with his field operations uniform.

Vernette grabbed his side arms, and his equipment, as he began to suit up.

Jennifer had taken the opportunity to get herself dressed, although she was not as groomed as Vernette was at the moment. She simply looked at him.

Jennifer: Field ops BDU. Please tell me where you are going Preston.

Vernette looked back at Jennifer.

Vernette:Jennifer...I want to tell you. There is nothing I would want to do more then tell you where I am going. However...I cannot. It is not by choice, but rather, due to necessity.

Vernette placed his hands on her shoulders.

Vernette: Please believe me when I say this.

Jennifer nodded.

Jennifer: Just...promise me one thing.

Vernette: Anything.

Jennifer: Promise you will come back. I don't know what I would do if I lost you.

Vernette grinned.

Vernette: Jennifer...I don't think the UNSC would know what to do if they "lost me". At least you would have company.

Vernette shrugged.

Jennifer laughed.

Vernette: But know this...I will come back. If I have to move Heaven, Hell, and everything in between, JUST to come back...I will do it, foor you. I love you...I have for some time now. I have not felt this way in years...and the last time I did feel this way about someone...those were the best years of my life. I finally have that again...with you.

Vernette paused.

Vernette: So...I guarantee you...I will be back. When Preston J. Vernette guarentees something...it is written in stone.

Vernette kissed Jennifer. After a moment, he walked away from her, heading towards the door. He stopped before walking out. He kept his back to her, as he turned his head.

Vernette: One more thing...

Vernette paused.

Vernette: Look after my ship.

With that, Vernette left his private quarters, and proceeded down to to the hanger bay to find his Vulture. Vernette initiated the pre-flight sequence, and as soon as he could, he departed The King Raven and proceeded back to The Venture Capitalist. As soon as Vernette docked his Vulture, he proceeded up to the Bridge of The Venture Capitalist, and sat down in the command chair.

Vernette: HAWK!

HAWK appeared on the arm rest of the command chair.

HAWK: Yes, Nighthawk?

Vernette: We have a situation. I need to you engage the stealth systems and bring us out of grey mode. AFter that is done, and we have a full system init...we need to get to Paradise Lost. I will explain the situation on the way. I need an ETA for trip to Paradise Lost.

HAWK: At present location, and at optimum speeds, 8 days.

Vernette: Very good. Make it happpen! Make the jump as soon as we are clear and beyond any detection!

Vernette sat back in his chair, and he pressed a few buttons on his arm rest. The information that Barrabus had uploaded was displayed on the holotable in front of where he was sitting. Vernette began to shift through the information as The Venture Capitalist made its way through space, to rendezvous with Barrabus at Paradise Lost.

[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]Time Lapse: 8 days - 0500 hours - Paradise Lost[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]

The Venture Capitalist dropped out of slip space just outside of the Paradise Lost system.

HAWK: Nighthawk...we have dropped out of slip space.

Vernette stood up from the command chair. He looked out through the windows of the bridge, and saw Paradise Lost. The surface was totally scorched from the excavation lasers. Vernette shook his head.

Vernette: HAWK...scan the area for an SDV-Class Heavy Corvette.

HAWK: Scan in progress.

HAWK was silent for a moment.

HAWK: A Corvette has been located on the far side of the planet. It is currently powered, and it's engines are primed. The vessel is on a course that will take it around the planet to intercept us in exactly 78 seconds.

Vernette: Keep an eye on it...there is a high degree that Barrabus is on that ship. However...if that thing primes its weapons...prepare to get us the hell out of here.

HAWK: Nighthawk...we have an incoming message from the Corvette. The transmission header includes quad-symmetrical signal aggregation...and it is being router through the ONI communications array.

Vernette: That's him. Open a channel.

HAWK: Open.

Vernette: Barrabus!

Barrabus responded.

Barrabus: It is about time. I was getting bored.

Vernette: I am sure you found a way to keep busy.

Barrabus: Not really. There wasn't much to do.

Vernette: Well...now we have plenty to do. Get your ass over here, and lets go over the information you sent...and let's offline a battle group shall we?

Barrabus: I am on my way.

Vernette closed the comm.

Vernette: HAWK...once Barrabus is aboard, plot a course for the location of the Covenant battle group. Keep us under stealth, and get us as cloe as possible.

HAWK: Yes Nighthawk.

Vernette nodded to HAWK and he left the bridge, heading down to the hanger bay to await Barrabus' arrival.

Vernette arrived at the hanger bay as Barrabus' phantom moved through the security barrier of the hanger bay. The Phantom landed, and powered down. The side hatches opened, and Vernette approached the Phantom. Barrabus jumped out.

Vernette: Good to see you again. How have you been holding up?

Barrabus grunted. He nodded.

Vernette: Good to know.

Vernette shrugged.

The two looked at each other.

Vernette: I'm also good...thanks for asking. Things could't be better.

Barrabus was silent.

Vernette: Right...business.

Vernette paused again.

Vernette: So...where is that planet busting bomb you promised?

Barrabus: In the Phantom. I thought I would bring it along for you to inspect. I know how much you enjoy these sorts of things.

Vernette took a few paces forward, and saw the large warhead in the Phantom. He jumped up the side, and was now standing in the Phantom. He circled around the large warhead.

Vernette: This thing looks heavy.

Vernette placed his hands on one of the handles as he tried to budge it. The warhead would not move.

Vernette: Yep...very heavy. I can definatly feel the payload.

Vernette paused. He looked at Barrabus.

Vernette: How the hell did you move this thing?

Barrabus grunted.

Barrabus: I am bigger than you. I can move things that you can't.

Vernette: Fair enough. Don't need to remind me.

Vernette placed his hands in his pocket and sighed.

Vernette: So...I went over your plan...and it is very risky. There are a ot of variables...a lot of things that can go wrong...very wrong.

Barrabus: We will work through it. Look...

Barrabus paused.

Barrabus: All we have to do is plan this thing in the main hanger bay of the Supercarrier, and then we have to extract. This is not as difficult as you think.

Vernette: No...this will be much harder than you think.

Vernette paused.

Vernette: Look...don't get me wrong...this plan is good. The general principle of your plan and information is good. However...when the tiny, technical nuances come into play...your plan begins to show its weakness.

Barrabus looked at Vernette with a hint of curiosity.

Vernette: Look...let me demonstrate.

Vernette paused. He looked at the warhead.

Vernette: This warhead, for example. It is a powerful weapon for sure. I had HAWK analyze the technical specs of this weapon, and this thing has a massive payload. HOWEVER...there is a catch; you aid this weapon was for clearing out large planetary bodies to mine them...correct?

Barrabus: Yes.

Vernette: Do you fully understand why this weapon is so good at destroying planetary bodies?

Barrabus shook his head.

Barrabus: Not fully...

Vernette: This weapon relies on an atmosphere to expotentially increase its destructive power. This is a matter-antimatter weapon! It relies on the destruction of matter to fuel the antimatter reaction which fuels its destructive capabilities. When detonated in a vacuum, such as space, there is little to no matter for this weapon to fuel its antimatter reaction. The resutling explosion is far less powerful than it would be if it was detonated in a matter--rich atmosphere. Is it destructive in space? Yes. Does it reach its full potential in space? No.

Barrabus: So...how does this impact out plan to destroy the Supercarrier?

Vernette: If we deploy this thing in the hanger bay. and we detonate it...we will not destroy the entire ship, and we will not destroy the entire battle group. The reason for that is, is because once this bomb goes off, it will destroy the immediate area, and be exposed to the vaccum of space before it can destroy enough matter to fuel its antimatter chain reaction to the levels we need it to.

Barrabus: So...what you re saying is that we...need to move this weapon...deeper into the ship?

Vernette: Bingo Brute!

Vernette paused.

Vernette: The best place...would be near the main reactor of the ship. The reason being is that the power source and "fuel" used by Covenant ships are incredibly potent and dense forms of matter.

Vernette shrugged.

Vernette: If we do this...the destructive power of this weapon will greatly exceed the maximum amount of energy we need to wipe out this battle group. In theory, the only thing we have to worry about is the possibility of ripping a massive hole in space....which...would be very bad...but...whatever.

Barrabus grunted.

Barrabus: And here I thought I had this all worked out.

Vernette felt bad.

Vernette: Look...in the grand scheme of things...that is why we are partners. To be honest...the fact that you are here, helping me, providing me what I need to save hundreds of millions of innocent people that you will never, ever see...you have made a far greater contribution to this then I have. So...don't feel bad.

Vernette shrugged.

Vernette: Besides...chances are...you are going to be spending the next little while saving my ass. So...try not to get discouraged.

Barrabus nodded.

Vernette: Algiht...so lets get this straight forward. How do we get inide the Supercarrier?

Barrabus: That is what the Phantom is for. We are going to use it to dock inside of the ship. Currently, The Covenant is in the process of exchanging military personnel, and preparing for their "perfectly executed" invasion of Midnight. They are positioning soldiers on different ships so they can evenly distribute land forces of of equal force and equal quantity to the surface, while the Navy crushes UNSC resistance in space. That exchange is still going on...and we are going to use this Phantom to dock in the Supercarrier while the Phantoms are coming and going.

Vernette: Good. I am guessing the next step is to clear the hanger bay?

Barrabus: Correct. If you cannot find a way to do this easily...we are going to have to do it the slow way.

Vernette: It might be possible for me to break into the Supercarrier's network and gain root access to their file system. however...it would be for a short time before they found me and kicked me out. I am afraid I don't know a whle lot about Covenant computer systems...but compared to the rest of the UNSC...I would be quantified as a God in terms of how much I know about Covenant computer systems. All I would need is a minute to ain access and vent the hanger bay and re-pressurize.

Vernette paused.

Vernette: After that...if I can get my hands on a computer terminal of any kind...I can locally place a trojan in their network to allow remote code execution on their network. It would be just as good as having root access. I could toss their entire battle net into disarray.

Barrabus: We would still need to move fast...as we need to get this weapon to the engineering deck, situate it, and arm it.

Vernette: Agreed.

Vernette paused.

Vernette: I should be able to remotely detonate this warhead. Once we are clear... of the ship, and back on the Venture Capitalist...we blow it up, enjoy the fireworks, then go home.

Barrabus: Sounds like a plan.

Vernette: Good. Let's get suited up!

Vernette and Barrabus made their way down to the armory where all of their equipment was stored. They began to suit up, each of them grabbing their necessary equipment. It was not long before they were fully geared up and ready to go. The duo made their way back to the hanger bay, and jumped into the Phantom.

Anaconda: Alright...I will take the helm on this one. You will need to do...whatever it is you do.

Nighthawk: Right...

Nighthawk sat in the co-pilots seat, and set up his laptop. He began to type away.

Nighthawk: I am set. Take us out when HAWK informs us of our arrival at the designated coordinates. I will be ready to start scanning their local battle net for any vulnerabilities at first chance. I have to time this right...or they could lock us out before we can correctly utilize this cyber attack.

Anaconda nodded. The side hatches to the Phantom closed, the rear compartment housing the antimatter warhead.

HAWK: Nighthawk, Anaconda...we have reached the designated coordinates. We are undetected, and you are in optimum position to commence operation.

Anaconda grunted as he readied the engines of The Phantom. The Phantom left The Venture Capitalist, and headed towards the large Supercarrier.

Anaconda: We are one minute out. I will begin to transmit our docking requests.

Nighthawk nodded.

Nighthawk: You know...if they are receiving our docking request...I might be able to piggy back my signal off of the request to gain access to an open port in their network. This could give me the access I need.

A few moments passed. Anaconda grunted when he got confirmation.

Anaconda: We have confirmation from the Supercarrier. We are cleared to dock. DO you have access to their network?

Nighthawk: Yes...I have full root access. However...this will not last. At best...we have a minute before they find out that another operator has b een ghosted onto their network. If I last more then a minute on here, that is borrowed time.

Anaconda: We should be docked in 15 seconds. Once we are docked...vent the hanger bay...and kill EVERYTHING in here!

The Phantom passed through the large security barrier of the Super Carrier's ventral hanger bay. The Phantom began to dock.

Anaconda: Go...shut down the security barrier now! We are in!

Nighthawk nodded, as he invoked the command to shut down the ventral hanger bay's security barrier. Immediately, the hanger bay began to vent, sucking out hundreds and hundreds of Covenant soldiers into deep space, along with all their vehicles, equipment, and supplies.

Nighthawk: Decompression cycle complete. Re-pressurizing.

Nighthawk restored the security barrier and began to re-pressurize the hanger bay.

Nighthawk: The COvenant knows I am on their network. They are trying to lock me out. They must have every operator on the ship on my ass right now. They are shutting everything down.

Anaconda: Is there anything else you can do to make our job easier.

Nighthawk: There might be one more thing I can do...

Nighthawk was typing as fast as he could. His fingers were slamming the keys.

Nighthawk: Oh yes...yes...

Anaconda: What is it?

Nighthawk: I just deleted the on-board construct. It turns out, their entire local battle net was managed by the construct. I just crashed their entire battle net.

Anaconda: Which means they can no longer coordinate.

Nighthawk: Exactly...

Nighthawk laughed.

Nighthawk: It seems this has caught the attention of the ships operators. Without the ship's construct...they can't lock me out. I have permanent access.

Nighthawk pulled out his PDA. He interfaced it with his laptop.

Nighthawk: I have the necessary control of this ship in order to move us around. I think it is time to change the rules of this game.

Nighthawk issued a few more commands on his laptop. Deck by deck, the lights in the ship blacked out. The entire ship went dark.

Nighthawk: Time to make this habitat more friendly to the predators.

Nighthawk continued typing.

Anaconda simply watched.

Nighthawk: Their comms are down. Lights are off. Battle net crashed.

Nighthawk closed the lid of his laptop.

Nighthawk: Let's get to work.

Nighthawk and Anaconda got up, and exited the Phantom. Anaconda grabbed the Warhead, and lifted it over his shoulder.

Anaconda: I need you to cover me while I cover this thing. will keep my eyes on it, and protect it from behind. These warheads are equipped with anti-grav which allows us to move them with much greater ease.

Nighthawk: I though you said you carried it?

Anaconda laughed.

Anaconda: Brute chest pounding...nothing more.

Nighthawk: Bragging...exaggeration.

Anaconda: Look at this weapon! Do you think it WANTS to be carried? Look at those spikes!

Nighthawk nodded. He drew both of his Magnums.

Nighthawk: Yeah...that would be...yikes!

Nighthawk Laughed.

Nighthawk: Right. In any case, I may need that noes of yours. If you smell any hostiles nearby...let me know.

Nighthawk led the way, leading Anaconda to the main entrance of the hanger bay. The door opened. Nighthawk had his night vision going, as he saw patrols of grunts in the corridor. Nighthawk placed several head shots into the grunts, and kept moving.

Anaconda: If I recall correctly, we will need to head down this corridor about 500 meters to the main gravity lift, take it up 4 levels, and proceed down a secondary corridor to reach the engineering deck.

Nighthawk signaled with his hand to confirm what he just heard. He continued to move through the corridor, placing head shots on the smaller infantry that was scrambling in the dark. Anaconda kept moving forward, pushing the warhead down the corridor using the warhead's anti-grav systems. He had one hand pushing the warhead, and another hand on his Spiker.

Nighthawk: No major resistance yet. I bet we killed the immediate response teams when we sucked them into space. That...and they have no idea where we are, or where they are. They could be scrambling Spec-Ops however.

Nighthawk stopped when he saw the outline of several Elites. He holstered one of his Magnums, as he grabbed a grenade off his belt. He rolled the grenade down the corridor towards the Elites and waited for the explosion to follow. After a moment, the grenade went off, and killed two of the Elites, and draining the shields on the other five. Nighthawk stepped forward, and fired his Magnum off, popping the heads of each of the Elites.

The duo were having very little difficulty moving through the ship, given the totally favorable environment.

Nighthawk ran forward, as he made sure the main gravity lift was clear.

Nighthawk: Clear!

Anaconda moved forward, still pushing the warhead. Anaconda looked at Nighthawk.

Anaconda: Wait...

Anaconda approached a control terminal on the wall, and set the grav-lift to terminate 5 floors up. He then pushed the warhead into the gravity elevator, and the bomb went up the large gravity lift. Nighthawk watched it go up.

Nighthawk: Ummm...why?

Anaconda: You will see...if my gut is correct, that is.

Anaconda waited a moment. He then stepped into the lift. Nighthawk followed a moment later.

Nighthawk looked up, and he saw Anaconda exit the lift, as he was forced out.

As Nighthawk emerged, he was grabbed from the side, caught in mid air, as he was ejected from the grav-lift. It was Anaconda who grabbed him.

Nighthawk: What is the big idea?

Nighthawk then noticed that the spikes on the antimatter warhead had impaled several Covenant soldiers as it was ejected from the gravity lift.

Anaconda: I made sure to avoid landing on the spikes of the warhead when ejecting from the grav-lift. Had I not caught you...your chest would of become acquainted with the spikes...

Nighthawk was silent for a moment,

Nighthawk: Point taken.

Anaconda dropped Nighthawk, but as he did, the duo came under fire from Spec-Op Elites.

Nighthawk: Spec-Ops!

Nighthawk and Anaconda jumped in separate directions as they took cover. Nighthawk began to reload, as Anaconda fired off his Spiker.

Anaconda: We cannot let them damage the bomb!

Anaconda emerged from cover fully, with both Spikers, and began to fire. He came under fire as his shields took the brunt of the damage.

Nighthawk also emerged from cover as his drew his Magnums and began to fire, forcing the Elites to split up their fire.

This gave Anaconda the change to prime one of is incendiary grenades, and toss it, at the Elite on point. The grande landed spot on, and the Elite on point burst into flames. This broke the cohesion of the line that the Elites formed, and it forced them to scatter. Nighthawk and Anaconda took this chance to both move forward, and break through the group of Spec-Ops.

Anaconda roared.

Nighthawk looked at Nighthawk.

Nighthawk: No need for that kind of language bud...

Anaconda laughed, as he began to reload.

Nighthawk: I'll get on point...get the warhead!

Anaconda nodded, as he holstered one of his Spikers, and went back to his duty of pushing the warhead through the corridors.

Nighthawk began to reload his Magnums as he moved. It was not long before they came to the main engineering deck. The room was very large. There was a large central reactor at te center of the room. There were dozens of Engineers in this section, all floating around.

Nighthawk stepped forward.

Nighthawk: What the hell?

Anaconda: Engineers...

Nighthawk: I know...but...I have never seen them...like this!

Anaconda: It is quite sight. However...they must all die. Engineers will be able to disable this bomb without a second thought.

Nighthawk looked back at Anaconda.

Nighthawk: Oh crap...you're right.

Nighthawk paused.

Nighthawk: Shit...I just realized that these things could be working to get this ship back to spec! At any moment they could...

The lights in the corridor began to turn on, section by section.

Nighthawk: Repair the damage I did...

Nighthawk pulled out his Magnums and started shooting at the Engineers. Anaconda did the same. Anaconda used both of his Spikers to shoot down the Engineers as they floated around, in a panic, trying to escape the gun fire.

The Engineers began to make squeals of panic and fright, as they tried to escape.

Nighthawk: God...I hate these things! They make it so difficult to kill them. The movement, the flying, the crying...every trick in the book to maake someone feel bad!

Anaconda laughed. It was always a guilty pleasure of his to kill Engineers. Somehow...the tone of their cries humored him.

After a few moments, the entire room had been cleared of Engineers. Nighthawk holstered his weapons, and grabbed his PDA.

Nighthawk: I gotta check how much these assholes repaired. Big guy...deal with the bomb...prime it for remote detonation.

Nighthawk pulled out his PDA. He could see that his laptop was no longer connected to the local network, so he had no way of finding out anything about the Supercarrier.

Nighthawk: I have lost connection. Damn it! I dunno if they have their comms up. For all I know...these engineers created a work around.

Anaconda: I do not doubt it!

Anaconda looked at the bombs control panel. He grunted.

Anaconda: Remote detonation is enabled. What now?

Nighthawk: Key it to my comm line. I will trigger the detonation thaat way!

Anaconda: Perhaps you should do that.

Nighthawk turned, and walked over to the bomb. He looked at the control panel. He aaired the remote detonator to his suits comm systems.

Nighthawk: There...all I need to do is send a message to the bomb...and boom!

Nighthawk paused.

Nighthawk: Let's jet. The sooner we get out of here...the better.

Nighthawk and Anaconda ran out of the engineering deck. They ran back the way they came. They headed back to the grav-lift.

Nighthawk: Let me reverse the grav-lift.

Just as Nighthawk said this, the grav-lift activated.

Anaconda: Something is coming up the lift.

Nighthawk and Anaconda backed up. Nighthawk drew his shotgun, and Anaconda drew his Hammer. They both waited a moment, as several Spec-Op Elites were ejected from the grav-lift. They each drew their energy blades.

Nighthawk wasted no time in firing off his shotgun, pushing on of the Elites back, as Anaconda jumped forward and slammed his hammer down, scattering the Elites through out the corridor, killing one of them on impact. One of the Elites shot right over Nighthawk's head, forcing Nighthawk to duck to avoid being hit.

Nighthawk turned to face this Elite who was shot over his head. He took aim with his Shotgun, and shot the Elite right in the heed, killing him.

Nighthawk turned again, and saw an Elite charging at him. Nighthawk rolled to the side to dodge the downward slash of the Elite's energy blade. Nighthawk, while on the floor, on his back, aimed up at the Elite, and pulled the trigger. The first shot dropped the Elite's shields, and the second shot was the killing blow. The Elite fell to the ground.

Before Nighthawk could get back up, a third Elite grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, and slammed him right into the wall. The Elite roared in Nighthawk face as he readed his blade to stab Nighthawk.

Nighthawk: I need help over here!

Anaconda turned, and he rotated his hammer in his hands, so the bladed end was down. Anaconda spun around, and slammed the hammer down like an axe, chopping the Elite's arm off right the elbow. The Elite stumbled back and howled in pain, as the dismembered hand released, and fell from Nighthawk's neck.

Nighthawk fell to the ground, but raised his shotgun and fired at the Elite, shredding the Elite's armor, and spraying blood all over the wall.

Nighthawk was breathing heavily.

Anaconda lowered his hand to help Nighthawk up. Nighthawk grabbed the Brute's hand.

Nighthawk: Thanks.

Anaconda: Doing what I do best...saving your ass.

Nighthawk sighed, as he walked back over to the control panel. He managed to reverse the grav-lift.

Nighthawk: Let's go!

Nighthawk jumped down the lift first, followed by Anaconda. Nighthawk was ejected from the grav-lift a few moments later, and he moved to the side to make room for the Brute that was coming through.

Nighthawk looked around, he saw the area was clear.

Nighthawk: Look's clear...

Anaconda, however, was sniffing the air. He growled.

Nighthawk: What is it?

Anaconda hefted his hammer, and once again, swung it like an axe right towards Nighthawk.

Nighthawk: CHRIST!

Nighthawk ducked, he saw the blade go right over his head. Little did Nighthawk know, there were cloaked Spec-Op Elites behind him, waiting for the duo to eject from the grav-lift.

Nighthawk turned, and saw an Elite decloak, as his head rolled off his shoulders, and onto the ground.

Nighthawk: Good Lord!

Nighthawk turned, and he saw the shimmer of Spec-Op Elites move towards them.

Nighthawk reached onto his belt, and grabbed his last two grenades, primed them both, cooked them, and tossed them both. Both grenades exploded in mid air, right in from of the cloaked Elites. The explosion killed the cloaked Elites.

Anaconda: Nice throw...

Nighthawk: I have my moments.

Nighthawk turned, and ran back towards the anger bay, with Anaconda in tow.

Anaconda: We have to get out of here...the longer we are here, the greater the odds of The Covenant disabling that bomb are!

Nighthawk and Anaconda approached the door to the ventral hanger bay. The door was open, and they could see hundreds of Covenant soldiers in the hanger bay.

Nighthawk: Oh shit...they found our point of ingress. Dude...we ain't getting through that...

Anaconda turned when he heard the sound of Elites barking orders from behind them.

Anaconda: They are behind us.

Nighthawk turned.

Nighthawk: Shit...what do we do?

Anaconda grunted. He holstered his Hammer on his back. He grabbed Nighthawk.

Nighthawk: Dude...what are you doing?

Anaconda wrapped his arm around Nighthawk, and held him close.

Nighthawk: Dude...totally not digging the proximity. This ain't to comfortable!

Anaconda then engaged his active camo. The camo managed to encompass both Nighthawk and Anaconda.

Anaconda: Be quiet.

Anaconda backed into a small crevice, under active camo, and he waited for the Elites to pass them. Nighthawk watched the Elites go by, as if they were not there. Nighthawk couldn't believe this. He realized what Anaconda had just did...and he was impressed.

Anaconda: Keep silent. I am going to get us back to the Phantom.

Anaconda began to move. He walked behind the Elites that had just passed them. Once Anaconda had entered the hanger bay, he began to slowly move towards the Phantom they arrived in. The Covenant forces had set up a perimeter around the area in an effort to stop any escape, but, little did they know, Anaconda, under the protection of active camo, had managed to move the duo passed totally undetected.

As soon as Anaconda was right beside the Phantom, he jumped up into the Phantom through the side hatch. He released Nighthawk, and moved right into the cockpit, disengaging his camo as he moved.

Nighthawk followed Anaconda into the cockpit. Anaconda had sealed the side hatches, and he began to engage the engines.

Nighthawk: Get us the hell out of here now!

Anaconda nodded, as he hit the Thrust. The Covenant forces in the hanger bay all turned to see the Phantom powering up. However, the Phantom flew right out of the hanger bay, and escaped the Supercarrier.

Nighthawk then contacted HAWK.

Nighthawk: HAWK...move the Venture Capitalist forward and come and pick us up! We need to clear out of here RIGHT AWAY! I need your most liberal estimation of the explosive power of this warhead after it detonates!

HAWK: On it. I am on Route to pick you two up. Intercept in...24 seconds.

Nighthawk: HAWK...once we are on board...get us the hell out of range!

The Phantom and The Venture Capitalist were on direct intercept courses. The Phantom eventually docked inside of the Venture Capitalist. At that very second, HAWK reversed course, and plotted a course away from the battle group at best possible speeds.

Nighthawk and Anaconda ran up to the bridge, as they could see the battle group on one of the display screens mounted on the wall.

Nighthawk: HAWK...how long until we have put enough distance between ourselves and that battle group.

HAWK: 25 seconds.

Nighthawk: Keying remote detonation for 35 seconds...mark.

Nighthawk watched the count down on his HUD. However, HAWK spoke up a few seconds after it was keyed.

HAWK: Problem! I am detecting a massive spike in Cerenkov radiation!

Nighthawk: WHAT!? Is the battle group bugging out?

HAWK: No...something is bugging in...out of range of the warhead. There are multiple slipspace ruptures...opening...outside the range of the warhead's destructive blast.

Nighthawk: No...

Nighthawk stepped forward.

Nighthawk: Switch monitor 2 to the new slipspace ruptures. Keep monitor 1 on the Supercarrier.

Nighthawk's eyes moved back and forth between the monitors. His HUD was at 14 seconds, when he saw the second Covenant battle group emerge from slispace on monitor 2.

Anaconda looked at Monitor 2.

Anaconda: I recognize some of these new ships. Some of those are Brute ships...in fact...all of them are. The flagship...it belongs to Dangerus.

Nighthawk: I am sure that will bring great comfort to the people he is about to kill.

Nighthawk watched the count down.

HAWK: We are out of range of the antimatter warhead...according to projections.

Nighthawk watched the count down hit 0. The number 0 floated on his HUD for a moment. Nighthawk was tense, he did not breathe. He waited for what was an eternity. Thankfully, the bomb had not been stopped, and the Supercarrier exploded in pieces as the antimatter explosion spread outwards and engulfed the surrounding ships, destroying them as the wave of destruction expanded outwards. As the explosion ventured further into space, the antimatter reaction broke down.

Nighthawk: Report!

HAWK: All ships in the first battle group have been destroyed.

HAWK paused.

HAWK: I have confirmed that te second battle group consists of a collection of Assault Carriers and CCS class Battle cruiser. There is no real fleet cohesion, as there is no sub groups. All of the ships...are just...there.

Anaconda: They are Brutes...they are there to punch their way through the enemy.

Nighthawk turned back to the second monitor.

Nighthawk: We have to destroy that second battle group.

Anaconda: What!? Those ships...those are my Brutes out there.

Nighthawk: I know...and I wish the circumstances were different...but...they are an immediate threat to a human world!

Anaconda: We cannot kill them!

Nighthawk: What is the alternative!?

Anaconda grunted. He couldn't answer.

Nighthawk: Barrabus...I know you very well...and under normal circumstances...I would ignore them if it meant making you happy...but right now...they are here, at a launching pad, to attack a UNSC world. My people are in immediate danger! I need your help if I am going to stop them!

Anaconda grunted. He was not happy with the situation.

Nighthawk: Please...

Anaconda thought.

Nighthawk waited for a response.

Nighthawk: I would do it for you...

Anaconda sighed.

Anaconda: Which is true...because you have done it for me. I did not forget what you did for me at Paradise Lost. You killed your own crew members to save me...using that very same suit as a disguise to do it. You proved that your loyalty was to me. What kind of friend would I be if I could not return the favor...and learn something from your sacrifices.

Anaconda nodded.

Anaconda: Let's do it!

Anaconda then paused.

Anaconda: What do we do? We have nothing to destroy that fleet with! We used our only antimatter warhead!

Nighthawk: Shit...that's right.

Nighthawk paused.

Nighthawk: There has to be something we can do. Do...do any of those new ships carry antimatter warheads?

Anaconda: I do not know. It is non-standard equipment. The only reason I was able to get mine was because I took it from my own ship. Dangerus' ship MIGHT have an antimatter warhead...but it may not. I do not know how he stocks his ship!

Nighthaawk: HAWK...suggestions?

HAWK: None...

Nighthawk sighed.

Nighthawk: Am I being told that there is NO definitive course of action!?

Anaconda and HAWK were both silent.

Nighthawk: Fuck.

Nighthawk thought for a moment.

Nighthawk: HAWK...reverse course...take us right at the second battle group.

HAWK: Nighthawk!? Are you planning to engage them?

Nighthawk: Until someone tells me we have an alternative...yes.

HAWK: There is no alternative.

Nighthawk: Then we will engage them.

Anaconda: In a Frigate?

Nighthawk: Not just a Frigate...a Stealth Frigate. A Stealth Frigate with Preston J. Vernette in command!

Nighthawk sat down in the command chair.

Nighthawk: That is reason enough to bet on this ship!

Nighthawk looked at Anaconda.

Anaconda: I need to hear everything you know about those Brute ships...now!

Anaconda grunted. He walked over to the holotable. As he did, the second battle group appeared on the holotable.

Nighthawk: HAWK...bring all weapons online!

Anaconda looked at Nighthawk.

Anaconda: Our first, and only target, should be Dangerus. He is the one coordinating that battle group. Without the command ship...they will be much easier to deal with.

Anaconda paused.

Anaconda: Assuming we live past the first 10 seconds of this battle.

Nighthawk didn't respond. However...deep down...he knew he was about to die. However...his years of Navy service demanded that he die, on the bridge of his ship, in defense of humanity...no matter the odds. He had to admit...it was ironic...because he wasn't in his Naval uniform, and this wasn't his true ship. However...it was close enough...as long as he died on the bridge.

HAWK: Nighthawk...

Nighhawk: Yes?

HAWK: I am...detecting a massive spike in Cherenkov radiation.

Nighthawk: Again!?

HAWK: Yes. However...the source is from the second battle group, and it is not coming from an opening rupture. I believe that those Brutes are making a jump to slip space.

Nighthawk: Why?

Anaconda: They just saw what happened to the first battle group. If that was me...my first order would be to engage, and to not sit around and wait for my battle group to be destroyed.

HAWK: I agree.

Nighthawk: Shit...can we catch up with those ships? How far are we?

HAWK: At present speed...we should be able to enter the slipspace rupture with one of those Covenant ships.

Nighthawk: Can we get a destination solution?

HAWK: Working on it.

HAWK was silent for a moment.

HAWK: Oh no...

Nighthawk: What?

HAWK: I have the destination solution...

Nighthwk: What is it?

HAWK: San Angeles.

Nighthawk: The Covenant was launching a dual-pronged attack into our territory. Unbelieveable!

HAWK: The situation seems to support this...

Anaconda: What is the tactical importance of San Angeles?

Nighthawk: I don't know...nobody does...that is the problem.

Anaconda: What does that mean?

Nighthawk: It means...that ONI Section 0 has several hush-hush installations set up on San Angeles...and I have no idea why they are there. I am a senior level member of Section 0...I am head of R&D...and I am out of the loop? Does that make any sense to you?

Anaconda: No.

Nighthawk: Look...I cannot prove it...but I am convinced tht The Trust has somthing going on down on San Angeles. If ONI Section 0 cut me out of the loop...then you know who it is who is doing it.

Anaconda: I have an idea.

Nighthawk: Spender...Director Constantine Spender.

Nighthawk shrugged.

Nighthawk: Ever since that guy became Director of ONI Section 0...my authority in ONI has diminished, and he has taken every chance to spite me.

Nighthawk paused.

Nighthawk: However...with all that said...all I have is speculation. I cannot prove jack shit...until we take a closer look. I typically do not like taking action without more intel, which is why I have not informed you about the problems of San Angeles until now. However...with San Angeles now under attack...we have to be there...and we have to not only repel The Covenant...but find out what the hell The Trust is up to, if anything at all. We are looking at a fight on two fronts.

HAWK Interjected.

HAWK: We are in position to enter the slipstream with the Brute ships. I cannot estimate our ETA.

Nighthawk: Understood HAWK. We just have to wait.

[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]Time Lapse: 36 hours - 1145 hours - San Angeles[DIVIDE][/DIVIDE]

The Venture Capitalist dropped out of slipspace with the rest of the Brute fleet, and immediately broke away from the Brute ships.

Nighthawk: HAWK...report!?

HAWK: Sir...it seems San Angeles is already under attack. Based on the sensor readings...and the comm chatter...this invasion began 30 hours ago.It seems the UNSC is currently responding to the attack, and have ground forces on deployment, and the Navy, in orbit, engaging The Covenant. Based on initial reports...UNSC Ground Forces are currently holding the line. However...The UNSC Navy is quickly losing ground, as their numbers are starting to dwindle. I am almost certain that with the arrival of these Brute ships...the UNSC Navy is looking at defeat within 6 hours.

Nighthawk: Shit...this is not good.

Nighthawk thought for a moment.

Nighthawk: We cannot risk losing The Venture Capitalist in a naval engagement. We are goinng to hit the surface.

HAWK: Nighthawk...would it not be more prudent to return to the UNSC Navy?

Nighthawk: Perhaps I should...but...what about The Trust? If I rejoin The Navy...I have to fight in space. However...we NEED to hit the ground if we are going to find out what The Trust is up to.

Anaconda: You are looking at this the wrong way Vernette. As it stands...we can hit BOTH The Trust...and The Covenant, on the ground. You are more useful like this.

Nighthawk thought for a moment. He considered it.

Nighthawk: If the situation becomes dire...I am going back too The Navy. We still have competent officers out there. Harrison, to name one. I am sure he can handle it!

Nighthawk nodded.

Nighthawk: Let's hit the surface!

Erex · 02-09-2013

Havoc squad was on the surface engaging a group of Sangheilli.

Aces: Dueces get that wraith.

Angel: Hit the ground plasma grenades!

The Plasm grenades hit the barricade they were at and blew up. When they looked up they noticed that they were being surrounded by the Covenant.