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Post by SPARTAN-0110 on Jan 15, 2011 22:33:19 GMT -5
(Only SPARTANS and the Crew of the UNSC Archangel may post here)
Location: UNSC Archangel above Reach
Nicholas was sitting his office, filling out Paperwork still from OPERATION:GREY MARCH and preparing to send out a company for a OPERATION which might get them killed. Nick was getting angry over the fact on which company he should send....
'Damm, They might get there ass's blown up!
Nicholas was pissed, He didn't know what company to pick. While Albion Company had some of the most Experienced and best SPARTAN-IV's, Halve of the company was blown into hell during OPERATION:GREY MARCH.
'This is a Hard Choice,maybe Charlie Company?....no, there already Split thin from multiple Space engagements.....MOTHER FUCKER THIS IS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT!'
Nicholas was now getting a headache now from this descian. If he chose the wrong company, they might all get killed. Then there was knock on the door.
'WHAT! #^#^#$^$!'
Nicholas threw a file at the door.
'It's Alice Nick'
'OH..oh come in....sorry kind having a fit Commander'
'I see Nick'
Alice had walked with a stance which women only did when they wanted to act either being sexy or trying to get something from there man. Alice like always war wearing her Black and Read Extra Tight Costum Training Battle Suit she liked to wear around everywhere when not in combat.
'Nick, there was something I wanted to talk to you about'
'Alright, Spit out Hot stuff'
Alice hoped and sat on Nick's desk and looked at him with a seducing face and Breast's underneath her extra tight suit at his face.
' I was wondering if you would send out Delta Company instead of Albion Company Nick'
'Now..Now Alice'
'but what'
Alice had Nick just where she wanted, eating right out of her paw.
'Look Alice, Delta Company is still new and would get themselves blown into Oblivion, They may be SPARTAN-IV's but there not True SPARTANS. True SPARTANS are the Warriors that are the best of the Best, they have fought to the end for a heroic cause and died for what they were ordered to. The only SPARTAN's like that John-117, SPARTAN-B312 and Kurt-051. All of the other SPARTANS can kiss my medium sized ass on that matter.
The SPARTAN-IV's may be far better then SPARTAN-III's but they will never be good as SPARTAN-II's. Mother Halsey was at her prone at that time when she made us SPARTANS...The SPARTAN-IV's are inferior to us in every way besides the Mark VII.......
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Mark-C0728
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Post by Mark-C0728 on Jan 16, 2011 2:58:18 GMT -5
The wrench that Mark had been using slipped into a crevice. "Damn," he muttered, reaching his arm into a narrow slot between the coolant suplier and the fuel intake. After a lot of stretching, and rather nasty cut on his left forearm, Mark managed to retrive the tool.
The rest of of the repair job went by uneventfully, and Mark took a step back to admire his work. A steel-gray ship, laced through with gleaming purple metal and olive-green markings, sat perched in the landing bay. Mark's customized Saber spacefighter, the Calidius, a combined work of human and eilte technologies, was his pride and joy.
He had just finished repairing damage to the engine that the ship had suffered in it's last engadgement. He was covered in grease, and his once-green jumpsuit had turned a dark shade of grey, but he was happy to have his ship back in fighting condition.
With that, he locked down Charlie company's section of the hangar, and headed towards the showers.
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Post by Kyle-A043 on Jan 17, 2011 1:49:33 GMT -5
Kyle had been sitting in the officer's lounge for quite some time. when he heard of another operation coming up, he had to get in on it. Kyle got his lazy ass out of the chair and walked his ass to the elevator where he pushed a button to go down. When the door opened, he got in and what ya know, elevator music started playing. Kyle started to muffle to himself.
'Ya think by the 26th century that they could come up with good elevator music but no of course not.' as Kyle talked in a pissy matter.
The elevator then stopped and the doors open. Kyle walked down the hallway until he finally found Nick's room. Without knocking, Kyle opened the door.
Yet he found a hot Blondie on nick's desk. It wasn't Helena.
'Hey! get out!
Nick yelled at Kyle then Alice threw a file at his head poking through the big crack....
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Post by Mark-C0728 on Jan 17, 2011 18:21:46 GMT -5
OOC: sorry, if you don't know what OOC means, it means out of character, like you are commenting on something, I probably should have added a bit with my character before though. BIC:
Mark walked out of the showers, now wearing a black jumpsuit designed to be worn beneath his spartan armor. Tossing the soiled work uniform into the laundry chute, and then he walked towards the elevator.
Pushing in the button to go to up to the command deck, Mark leaned back as the doors closed, and the crappy music came on. "Damnit, I forgot about that," he murmured to himself.
Mark just reached to the side of the control panel, and hit the button there. The song changed to Reclaimer, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5A0MFYK78g ) "now that's better..." he murmured to himself as the elevator moved through the many decks of the massive ship.
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Post by SPARTAN-0110 on Jan 17, 2011 20:45:45 GMT -5
'Fucking rude ass SPARTANS...can't even knock first.....Anyway no,Alice,just no Alice okay...I need a break.'
Nick dismissed Alice and walked her out and close his door to his office. Nick then decided to go up to the Command Room to check for reports from the Ship's A.I's. Unlike many Ships, The Archangel had many A.I's due to the fact there was too much activity going on for one A.I to process. Most of the A.I's on the Ship though were Smart A.I's. There was a couple of dumb A.I's used in the laboratory.
Nick murmured to himself
'I so could go for a Beer or get on some Sex....huh, where the hell is Helena at when I need her?'
Nick, unlike many of the SPARTANS-IV's that preferred to wear there MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor.Nick liked and weared his Officer White Dress Officer Uniform which most SPARTANS never got to wear in there life time. Nick was Highly Decorated, thanks to the Human-Covenant War and had almost every medal and award but he sometimes wonder's why he was the only SPARTAN-II to survive the War.
Nick walked to the elevator door and pushed LVL 50.
'.....Why didn't I die in the war?....am sure John would be much better off in my shoes then me.....Then again,am a SPARTAN-II'
Nick always talked to himself when no one was around.
The elevator Door opened and Mark-C0728 was in the elevator. At First, Mark looked a bit surprised by Nick. Nick got in the elevator.
'SPARTAN' Nick said to Mark as he stood there waiting for the elevator's doors to close
'Sir' Mark-C0728 Hand Saluted at the Commander
'There's no need for that SPARTAN,...am a SPARTAN just like you....just Superior in every way'
Nick often made fun of the SPARTAN-IV's in a friendly matter as He never thought they be good as SPARTAN-II's.
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Post by Mark-C0728 on Jan 18, 2011 1:12:35 GMT -5
OOC: wait.. what?! You're using my character now, I didn't think Mark was a NPC. Could you explain to me exactaly what your terms are for goddmodding, powerplay, and all of that. Things could get kind-of confusing on what you can and can't do.
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Post by SPARTAN0110 on Jan 18, 2011 7:02:19 GMT -5
(Calm down,I only used him to say sir,God."godmode" - that is, post about your character inflicting far more damage than he would realistically be able to, and/or ignoring enemy fire. Basically being God. I was not GodModding in my opion)
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Post by Mark-C0728 on Jan 18, 2011 10:28:04 GMT -5
OOC: oh, our terms are different, where I used to roleplay goddmod meant that your character is all-powerful, or that the person controling the character makes the other person's character do what they want. Powerplay, in my definition, is two or more people who just have an endless battle, (ex: one shoots a spartan laser, the other one armor-locks, and somehow deflects the laser back, now the first one armor locks, and quote "re-deflects the laser" And now they both seem to have unlimited armor lock as they wait for the other one to relent) That's powerplay, or some form of giving your character an ability that they didn't have before to counter another player's abilty or attack.
What isn't cool about using my character, (or anyone else's for that matter) in that way, is that it could be a point for character development to occur, let's say Mark has no reaction at all, and just ignores Nick, that would say something about his character. The different things that characters do in even minor ways could have big reprocusions later.
(I was planning on adding some RP to this, but I'm running out of time, I'll try to get on durring school.)
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Post by SPARTAN-0110 on Jan 18, 2011 13:36:38 GMT -5
(Same Here basically, that's the terms here in a very shorter easy way of understanding it. No honestly, In the Navy in Real Liife, Any lower ranking soldier that walks past or stands near a higher ranked soldier, they solute and say sir so Mark would most likey say it but like you said, it's your character. Now lets get back to role playing)
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Post by Victoria Hakura on Jan 18, 2011 13:51:17 GMT -5
The battered remnants of Task Forces Arnhem, Illustrious and Mirage were as surprised by the SAFP sudden retreat into Slipspace as they had been by their arrival, leaving two capital ship squadrons - and Admiral Cuttingham - utterly obliterated and the others somewhat bruised, at very least. The losses on the two sides had been disproportionate, with the SAFP, tactically speaking, having given far more than they had recieved. The days in transit had not yet been ample time for reflection; the adrenaline and fear had drained away, only to be replaced by a feeling of numbness. The friends, comrades, and family whom had been lost had not yet sunken into the psyches of most, with some survivors expecting their buddies to peek around the door or return from the gymnasium at any time now. It was, of course, not to be. Thousands of UNSCDF personnel had perished in the brief, vicious conflict.
But humanity had been saved. And that was all that was important, at that moment.
It took those few days for the majority of the surviving UNSC ships, heading into slipspace on their seperate courses and then independently, to avoid being tracked, making their careful way back to the nearest colony with any sort of facilities capable of repairing the battle-damaged warships. That colony was Gloamingwood, famed for its exports of precious stones and fine handicrafts, and with a population of around 450 million. A prosperous colony, certainly, and one tantalisingly close, in terms of growth, away from being permitted to elect their own planetary governor at the half-a-billion milestone. But it was not one likely to be something that was achieved within the next decade, barring a surprise baby boom, and this had angered many, especially with their obviously thriving economy and prosperity. New buildings were springing up in all of the cities, impressive, modern skyscrapers, factories churning out all kinds of goods, enormous spaceports constantly ferrying goods and materials from the ground to the waiting freighters and shipyards in orbit. In the words of some, their lack of planetary self-government was a travesty, at best, or a cause for revolution and independence at worst.
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Post by Mark-C0728 on Jan 18, 2011 18:23:53 GMT -5
OOC: you did add the "surprised" part, but you're right, we should get back to roleplaying. BIC:
Mark lowered his hand, "Sir, I was just heading up to command to ask for a re-assignment; I can't fly with Charlie for at least another month, they're too far out," he stated, keeping his eyes locked with Nick's.
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Post by SPARTAN-0110 on Jan 18, 2011 18:58:55 GMT -5
Nick nodded his head at Mark
' Don't worry for re-assignment SPARTAN, I have something that might get you jump right of your clothes'
Nick laughed for a minute then continued
' Do you know of Project AEOLIA SPARTAN?....prob not but....mm'
Project AEOLIA was a top secret Project then only People in Section III of ONI knew what was it about. Project AEOLIA was a highly confidential research and development initiative commissioned by the UNSC, enacted by the Office of Naval Intelligence Section III and was supervised by Codename: MAESTRO. The aim of the project was to design a revolutionary machine that could possibly replace the standard battle tank or be the next step in vehicle warfare. Steering off from the standard battle tank, they aimed to design humanoid and non-humanoid combat vehicles. The UNSC hoped that the products would be effective weapons of war and that it would grant them an upper hand against their enemies.
Of course Nick couldn't get the information but he could from Professor Ryuka Halsey. Professor Ryuka Halsey was a very intelligent woman that had an I.Q of 210, She put in as the Leader of Project AEOLIA and the UNSCUSWCP. Luckily for him, She was aboard the Archangel and the Archangel was the size of a Covenant Assault Carrier so you basically do anything in the vessal. Almost Three Frigate's could fit in her.
Nick then looked away for a second then began to talk
'SPARTAN, I think Professor Ryuka could use a test pilot for the Machine's she and her personal built. I think you should speak to her about it. She has been most frustrated lately since her pilots keep dying on her since they can't even fly a jet. She prob love you in way if you helped her....just one thing though buster brown.....just don't try anything stupid with her.....'
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Post by Mark-C0728 on Jan 18, 2011 20:35:28 GMT -5
Mark looked quizzicaly at Nick, "stupid, sir? With a woman? Rule number seven, never screw around with a woman," he said matter-of-factly.
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Post by Kyle-A043 on Jan 18, 2011 20:49:04 GMT -5
Kyle didn't like having stuff thrown at him but he thought he saw something going on in Nick's office. Kyle wasen't the perverted type but he knew something was going to happen. Kyle descided to go down to the mess hall.
'Something don't feel alright on this bucket of bolts'
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Post by SPARTAN-0110 on Jan 18, 2011 21:17:00 GMT -5
Nick looked at Mark with a serious Face for a moment then burst out laughing for a couple of seconds
'Alright SPARTAN,am just gonna spill it out to ya, Take it from an old 80 year old Veteran or a SPARTAN-II. In 70 years of service to the UNSC was great and all, killing some fucking Bastards and dumb ass's who don't how to use a rifle for shit but lets face the facts here SPARTANS, Am 80 and am getting sick of fighting, I want to be able sit back, grab a beer and get some sex on while the younger take care of my old Job. I might be close but am not a John-117. You see where am going with this SPARTAN?...Get a Woman...Fuck her....Have a kid...put the armor away and settle down once your my age. However some of the women are off limits to ya Like Ryuka. You should try that Victoria girl, A ace pilot and wears a miniskirt...'
Mark prob never saw this side of his Commander.
'Get what am saying boy?........Anyway.....go speak to Professor Ryuka on sub level 4 when you feel up to it SPARTAN...She be glad to get a Good pilot for once.....
The Elevator now was at LVL 37
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