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Octavia Sinclaire

"Oh Please! You Call That A Weapon?"

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a character in “Doom Wars”, as played by DuBois_Scarlett

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Name: Octavia Sinclaire

Nickname: O

Age: 23

Role: Melee Trooper

Cybernetics: Bio-armour implants allowing anti-gravity powers and abilities and Tactical Internal Operating System (tios) providing damage reports and status updates. As well as force field shields over armour, increasing protection.

Appearance: Octavia is tall at 5'6 with grey eyes. Her hair is styled in a simple and practical short brown bob with thick bangs, though this is not her natural hair colour she is never seen otherwise. When in civvies O is often seen in a black t-shirt or tank top, combat trousers or a dark pair of jeans and combat boots. When geared up and on duty O wears a special TITAN Ultra-Tech Full Body Suit with an assortment of biotic implants.

Personality: Octavia Sinclaire is cocky, brash and a loose cannon but she's a damn good Solider! One of the boys, O can often be found with the guys joking, drinking, laughing and having a good time. When she's on duty, her cocky attitude often goes with her but she's all business when in the field and casualties are apart of the job as long as the objective is achieved as far as she is concerned.

Quirks:

Likes to listen to 90's music before being dispatched on a mission
Hustle newbies with 8-Ball Pool

Background: Octavia Sinclaire was born to Dr. Alison and Dr. Richard Sinclaire, both Senior Bioengineers for TITAN Industries.

The younger twin of the two, both Octavia and Ophelia were brought up around science and TITAN Industries.

Octavia like her sister Ophelia was no doubt a whiz kid, however, she suffered from a lack of long attention span and was always a boisterous child. She would rather be out doing things rather then sitting down and learning. Though, she could take in information at a rapid speed but much to her parents detriment her interest was never any of the sciences.

At the age of sixteen after creating a fake ID for herself, Octavia enlisted in the USCorp Marines without her parents knowledge. Only her twin knew, who though strongly disagreed kept her sisters secret as long as she could.

When O's parent's found out that their daughter had joined the Military they petitioned to have her dismissed from duty. However, O had proven herself as a capable Solider and was only one month shy of her eighteenth birthday and thus the Higher Ups and people in charge were adamant not to loose this valuable Solider and therefore Octavia was allowed to carry on her service and was promoted to Team Leader of her Squad at such a young age. Which has lead to her having a strained relationship with her parents ever since.

Now at the age of twenty three O has been recruited into MO. Though often reported as reckless out in the field it is a known fact that Octavia Sinclaire successfully achieves the objective of any given mission at any cost. This is exactly the kind of Solider required by Melee and currently has her on board the Valhalla.

So begins...

Octavia Sinclaire's Story

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"Battle Stations!" Shouted Captain Gunther. "What the hell just happened!?!" He said, looking around the bridge for answers. All he saw was his staff frantically trying to discover what happened. Astronomy recovered the fastest.
"Sir, we appear to be here." Said head of Astronomy, Lieutenant Davis. He was pointing at a star. "Star system Markov 244, near the planet Iso 399." Sensor's then recovered.
"Sir, you better look at this!" Said Heather. She handed him a datapad. On it, it showed the planet's surface, and all was hell down there. A war between two different species was taking place, and one side was getting its reptilian hide handed to it. A new screen popped up suddenly, showing a new set of sensor readings. It showed what appeared to be a spacial disturbance. A visual showed what appeared to be a static field.
"Damn, lock on weapons, but don't fire!" Said the captain, sitting back down.
"Weapon's won't lock on, going to have to blind fire if they're hostile." Said weapon's.
"Alright then. How is the crew? What is everyone doing?" Asked Gunther, calming down.

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The Captain's losing his shit up there!” Commented Rodriguez one of the Techies on board the Valhalla.

Who could blame him? Thought O as she and everyone in the Common Room rushed to the windows of the gigantic Space Battleship. Lucky for the guy whose butt she was kicking at the pool table who was about to lose a fortune to the seasoned hustler.

The ship had suddenly lurched and shook frantically like it had hit a massive meteorite or something. Panic had ensued for a few reckless moments.

“Holy shit!” Someone commented. "Actual fucking Aliens!"

"They actually exist!" Said another.

Peering out the glass into the dark Universe all watched on in awe. It wasn't clear from this distance but wherever they were, some shit was going down, down below. The waves of the explosions could be seen, heard and felt even from this great space.

At last! Thought Octavia excitedly. It had almost been a month now that she had been recruited into MO and had been on board the Valhalla and she had seen no action as of yet.

O needed the thrill of action, the adrenaline of the fight. As fun as chilling on the Warship had been, she had been itching to get out and test the limits of the limitless powers she had been granted now. Being a Melee Trooper meant she could do whatever the fuck she liked and had to only answer to one authority. Though, she had yet to meet her MO Team Mates, they were strangely mysterious and absent. She hadn't been introduced to any of them yet. What the heck was that all about?

“That's ISO 399.”

O turned to gaze at the intruding but familiar voice. It was almost like looking into a mirror, if it wasn't for the long blonde hair, the red framed glasses and the white lab coat doctor get up, it would be like peering at her double.

Sister.” O smiled critically. “What brings you down here? Looking to slum it with the rest of us commoners?”

Dr. Ophelia Sinclaire frowned at her twins comment.

“Do you always have to be on?” She questioned annoyed.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” O winked, smirking. “Though I have to admit I do hold a natural aptitude for it. So what's happening down there on ISO 339 Einstein?”

“It's ISO 399 and don't call me that!” Ophelia snapped pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose with a finger.

"Whatever."

“And for your information there appears to be some sort of War commencing between the natural Reptilian inhabitants of ISO 399 and some unknown specie.” Lia explained.

“Sweet! So that means we'll be going down there to give them a hand and kick some Alien Ass!”

“Hell yes!” One of Marine boys exclaimed rambunctiously, high-fiveing O as he strolled passed.

O didn't trust any Alien Species, friendly or not. But she was always down for a good fight.

Ophelia shook her head despondently. She couldn't understand her sister. How could they be so different? How could Octavia be so reckless? So abandoned? So ready to take another's life?

“What?” O questioned her sister's hopeless look harshly.

“I don't get you Tavia? You have the ability to go beyond yourself, to make something of yourself. Use your brain. You're not dumb or stupid I know. In fact I know you're as knowledgeable as I am in Bio Technologies so why waste yourself and your life on . . . on nothing?!” Ophelia asked.

Octavia bit back the rebuke on the tip of her tongue. She knew the moment she saw Ophelia on board the Valhalla that she was going to be a pain in the ass. It was bad enough that her parents didn't get or even want to understand her life choices but her twin too?

“Yeah, well I'm a good Solider too. So if I did as you say I'd waste my super ass kicking abilities and you know I can't have that.” O replied instead, staring out the large thick glass panels down onto the war torn ISO 399.

“Do you ever take anything seriously?” Ophelia chastised her older twin.

“Nope.” O replied with grim humour but Ophelia had already walked away. "Not even myself."

Octavia Sinclaire was a Solider and she loved what she did. And she was damn well good at it! She wouldn't feel guilty about that. No matter who didn't like it. Frankly, she didn't give a shit.

Now all she had to do was wait for her orders and meet up with her new team. Whoever the heck they were . . .

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Adion walked past Octavia and Ophelia, talking into a comm unit in his helmet. While what he was saying could be heard, it was obvious that the suit was sealed air tight.

"Issac, give me a report on the status of the shield generators, weapons systems, engines, and life support. I also want to know what the hell caused us to stop. I want to be sure that this ship is ready for fight or flight. We can't afford to be left otherwise." Said Adion quickly as he speed walked down the hall, by the window that Octavia and Ophelia were at.

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NOTICE: This is a post by DeBois_Scarlet. I am simply copying this over.
“The Captain's losing his shit up there!” Commented Rodriguez one of the Techies on board the Valhalla.

Who could blame him? Thought O as she and everyone in the Common Room rushed to the windows of the gigantic Space Battleship. Lucky for the guy whose butt she was kicking at the pool table who was about to lose a fortune to the seasoned hustler.

The ship had suddenly lurched and shook frantically like it had hit a massive meteorite or something. Panic had ensued for a few reckless moments.

“Holy shit!” Someone commented. "Actual fucking Aliens!"

"They actually exist!" Said another.

Peering out the glass into the dark Universe all watched on in awe. It wasn't clear from this distance but wherever they were, some shit was going down, down below. The waves of the explosions could be seen, heard and felt even from this great space.

At last! Thought Octavia excitedly. It had almost been a month now that she had been recruited into MO and had been on board the Valhalla and she had seen no action as of yet.

O needed the thrill of action, the adrenaline of the fight. As fun as chilling on the Warship had been, she had been itching to get out and test the limits of the limitless powers she had been granted now. Being a Melee Trooper meant she could do whatever the fuck she liked and had to only answer to one authority. Though, she had yet to meet her MO Team Mates, they were strangely mysterious and absent. She hadn't been introduced to any of them yet. What the heck was that all about?

“That's ISO 399.”

O turned to gaze at the intruding but familiar voice. It was almost like looking into a mirror, if it wasn't for the long blonde hair, the red framed glasses and the white lab coat doctor get up, it would be like peering at her double.

“Sister.” O smiled critically. “What brings you down here? Looking to slum it with the rest of us commoners?”

Dr. Ophelia Sinclaire frowned at her twins comment.

“Do you always have to be on?” She questioned annoyed.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” O winked, smirking. “Though I have to admit I do hold a natural aptitude for it. So what's happening down there on ISO 339 Einstein?”

“It's ISO 399 and don't call me that!” Ophelia snapped pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose with a finger.

"Whatever."

“And for your information there appears to be some sort of War commencing between the natural Reptilian inhabitants of ISO 399 and some unknown specie.” Lia explained.

“Sweet! So that means we'll be going down there to give them a hand and kick some Alien Ass!”

“Hell yes!” One of Marine boys exclaimed rambunctiously, high-fiveing O as he strolled passed.

O didn't trust any Alien Species, friendly or not. But she was always down for a good fight.

Ophelia shook her head despondently. She couldn't understand her sister. How could they be so different? How could Octavia be so reckless? So abandoned? So ready to take another's life?

“What?” O questioned her sister's hopeless look harshly.

“I don't get you Tavia? You have the ability to go beyond yourself, to make something of yourself. Use your brain. You're not dumb or stupid I know. In fact I know you're as knowledgeable as I am in Bio Technologies so why waste yourself and your life on . . . on nothing?!” Ophelia asked.

Octavia bit back the rebuke on the tip of her tongue. She knew the moment she saw Ophelia on board the Valhalla that she was going to be a pain in the ass. It was bad enough that her parents didn't get or even want to understand her life choices but her twin too?

“Yeah, well I'm a good Solider too. So if I did as you say I'd waste my super ass kicking abilities and you know I can't have that.” O replied instead, staring out the large thick glass panels down onto the war torn ISO 399.

“Do you ever take anything seriously?” Ophelia chastised her older twin.

“Nope.” O replied with grim humour but Ophelia had already walked away. "Not even myself."

Octavia Sinclaire was a Solider and she loved what she did. And she was damn well good at it! She wouldn't feel guilty about that. No matter who didn't like it. Frankly, she didn't give a shit.

Now all she had to do was wait for her orders and meet up with her new team. Whoever the heck they were . . .

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NOTICE: Again, not written by me. Posted by unseenshadow2, I am simply moving this down for a better grasp on what is happening when.
Adion walked past Octavia and Ophelia, talking into a comm unit in his helmet. While what he was saying could be heard, it was obvious that the suit was sealed air tight.

"Issac, give me a report on the status of the shield generators, weapons systems, engines, and life support. I also want to know what the hell caused us to stop. I want to be sure that this ship is ready for fight or flight. We can't afford to be left otherwise." Said Adion quickly as he speed walked down the hall, by the window that Octavia and Ophelia were at.

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Back at the table, racking up all the balls that had gone awry when the Ship had shook. Obviously, everything was perfectly fine on board though there was an all out war going on below. If the AI said everything was cool, well then Octavia was inclined to believe it. Plus, these things didn't concern her. She simply had to wait for her orders and she had had none as of yet, so she was going to get back to enjoying herself.

“S-so w-what's going to h-happen now?” Stammered Eric Watson the young man she had been playing when all hell broke loose on deck.

Octavia eyed Watson, an eighteen year old Cadet on his first mission with mischief sparking her grey eyes as she set and lifted the rack. She was gonna have fun with young Watson.

“I'm not gonna lie to you Eric.” She sucked in a breath. “Things look pretty bad right now.” She lied as she broke; two striped balls falling into the top two pockets of the table. “You're solids.” She added as she circled the table deciding her next shot. “I know a chick down in Research and she says they're man eating reptiles!” O said dramatically with a fake shudder as she set up her cue.

“M-m-man e-eating R-r-reptiles?” Watson stammered worse then before, sweat visibly streaking down the side of his face and into his thick brows.

She would feel sorry for the kid but she was having too much fun at the poor Cadet's expense.

“Yeah, you know, Crocodile men.” She whispered conspiratorially missing her shot.

“C-crocodile men?” Eric gulped as he tried to position his cue on the green velvet but his hands shook madly with fear.

“Yeah and you know we're gonna have to go down there and if you're captured . . .”

“Captured?!”

“They'll probably in all likelihood eat you. Can you imagine all those sharp teeth biting into your skin and flesh and all that blood?”

O bit back the grin threatening to break across her face as she peered at Eric Watson's face that had gone as white as a sheet of paper.

“Oh don't worry.” She added sweetly. “They'll kill you before they eat you of course.”

The cue slipped from the Cadet's hands, sending the balls rolling for the second time in one day.

“I-I gotta go.” Eric stammered high tailing it out of the Common, looking like he was about to throw up any second now.

“Hey!” Octavia shouted after him. “You owe me money Watson!”

“Sinclaire.” Boomed a thick highland burr of a voice. “Causin' trouble again are ye lass? Scaring the poor wee laddy.”

“I don't know what you're talking about McDonald.” O grinned as she turned to face the rather large middle aged Scotsman who was once her Team Leader many a year ago when she had first entered the Corps.

“Do you not lass?” He questioned with a smirk of his own as he picked up the cue Watson had dropped. “Be a good lass and rack up will ya.”

Quirking a finely etched brow, Octavia did as she was told for once. Marcus McDonald was one of the few men that had garnered O's respect. Not something easily done. Authoritative figure or not.

“There's a rumour making the rounds.” McDonald said nonchalantly.

“Oh yeah? Thought you were smarter then that McDonald? Taken in by rumours, not a good sign. Old age is getting to you my friend. Maybe it's time to slow down a bit.” O teased, resting her weight on the cue, shaking her head.

Marcus McDonald huffed, affronted being called old.

“Aye, old I might be lass but not enough to hang up my boots just yet.” McDonald explained as he broke. “And this rumour holds too much credence for me to not believe it.”

“Well spit it out then.”

“Word is a little Hell Cat named Octavia Sinclaire has been recruited into MO. Word is your a Spartan now lass. I'm proud of ya.” McDonald smiled giving her a hearty pat on the back causing O to almost fall forward. “Why keep it so quiet lassy?”

“Well it's not something I want to shout from the roof tops. Plus, all they've told me is that I'm in. I've not even met the Team yet and I've been on board Valhalla for almost a month now.” Octavia complained as she waited for her shot.

“I hear it's always like that with MO. Shits undercover a lot, though I don't see why.” Marcus commented.

“You seem to know a lot about Melee.”

Hell of a lot more then me, thought O with a frown. The Upper Assholes hadn't bothered tell her anything except 'You're a member of the Melee Operative now Sinclaire. Get packing, you're going on board the Valhalla'. And like some chump in her excitement she hadn't bothered to ask any of the important questions.

“Na, lassy. I don't ken that much. Know a little about the Commanding Officer though. He's a real Hero type. I hear he doesn't take shit. You'll be in good hands. It said the safety of his men is paramount to him even above the mission status, though he always gets the job done. A living legend you could say.”

Octavia scoffed as she began systematically potting her striped balls.

“What's this guys name?” She questioned not really caring; she didn't hold much respect for any authority.

“I don't remember lass.” McDonald said scratching his head.

“If you can't even remember his name obviously he's not as much of a legend as you think.”

Octavia smirked coldly as she pocketed all her balls in one go and aimed for the black 8 ball.

“Just sounds like another asshole with a Superhero complex to me.” She grinned, shooting the cue in one sharp motion.

She always won.

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"USC Valhalla, this is the Spartan Commander. All Spartans report to weapons bay 5E for inspection."

“Talk of the fucking devil.” McDonald grinned as the order boomed over the public intercom system.

Octavia grinned her beaming smile almost as bright as the fluorescent lighting. Action at last!

“Time to get this party started. Catch you later old man.” She waved over her shoulder as she exited the Common and jumped into the elevator and scanned her key card.

Excitement bubbled throughout her body. She would finally get to try out her MO authority and the weapons! Where did she start!?! Classified shit, she hadn't be allowed access to before.

Bay 5E” Stated the elevator AI just before the doors opened.

Inspecting her clothing for a moment. She was dressed all in black. Combat boots leading up to tight leather pants and a tank top that had the USCorp log. A bold but feminine tattoo wrapped around her upper left arm read 'Semper fideli'. Octavia shrugged to herself. She was going into battle not the damn Prom.

Stepping out, she followed the signs that led to the Weapons Bay. Scanning her key card. The scanner blinked green in approval. Taking a deep breath straightening her spine, O opened the door and stepped in.

She was met with the backs of the men and the noise of their laughing and joking. All turned to look at her with curious gazes.

“So you're the new chick.” Said one of the pack.

“That would be me.” Octavia replied with a cocky grin as she folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the lockers. “I'm Octavia Sinclaire. My friends call me O.”

“Huh? Thought you might be more butch.” Said another.

“Sorry to disappoint.” O answered leisurely with a casual smile, as if their opinion or acceptance of her didn't matter. “Though it's good to know what kind of women you like. I'll keep an eye out.”

Manly chortles and laughter rang out at her sharp reply.

“She's got you there Barton.” One guy said slapping the deeply frowning Barton on the back.

“Man shut the fuck up.” He replied angrily pushing the guys hand away. “They said you were a real bitch.”

“Gotta give them points on accuracy.” Octavia replied not at all affronted by Barton's macho like behaviour.

“This ain't no Slumber party princess.” Barton spat, it was obvious he was intent on passing judgement on her even before she had a trial.

He was beginning to piss her off and get on her last nerve but Octavia kept her cool. She'd dealt with macho assholes like him before who could not stand working along side a woman. Fucking faggot.

“Ain't got time for your make-up and shit here.”

“Hey man relax.” Octavia smiled pushing off the locker with pacifying hand. “My make-ups back there in my purse.” She said gesturing to the doors behind her that she had come through. “Yeah it's right there, along side your balls.”

Even louder laughter and boisterous jeering filled the Weapons Bay. Octavia watched in amusement as a vein almost popped in Barton's forehead and he made a leap for her growling like a ravenous dog.

Octavia arched her brow as she stood her ground. She was ready to drop this dickhead on his ass.

“Hey man!” A guy with dark hair and a equally dark complexion stepped in the way and thrust Barton back. “Back the fuck up! I think Sinclaire has proven herself enough. She'll fit right in.” He said turning to offer her his hand as the others agreed with him. “I'm Ramirez.” He smiled shaking her hand. “Barton's an asshole.”

“Yeah I can see.” Octavia smiled back. “Another hazard of the occupation.”

“What? Dealing with assholes?” He smirked, setting dimples in his cheeks. “Yeah but you don't expect them to be on your side. You said another? What's the other hazard?” He questioned curiously.

“Isn't it obvious? Death of course.”

“Ahh. Death. Right.” Ramirez nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah, I try not to think about that one.” He winked. “So Sinclaire I've heard a lot about you.”

“All bad things, I hope.” O joked.

“Well depends on whose perspective you look at it from.” He replied.

“I'm pretty sure it's all bad no matter whose perceptive you look at it from man.” She laughed and Remirez joined her.

A sudden silence fell over the room as all conversation and talk suddenly stopped. Octavia turned back to the men to see them all standing at attention and at the fore stood . . .

Oh fuck . . .

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Out of the darkness strode their commander. Spartan Commander John Shepard, United Space Command Marine 117 and veritable war hero looked out into the full armor bay at his soldiers. The Marines, the Spartans were not your average soldiers. The name Spartan had been chosen for a reason. The 13th regiment had a reputation of being the best of the best, the toughest marines the USC had to offer and they now had a new Commander. A leader fitting to their own reputation was the sweeping reputation of John Shepard. War Hero, Black Ops warrior, Command Genius were all words keen to describe Marine 117. His impassive gaze swept over the men and women at his command. Some faces were familiar to him, some not so much. Today none of that mattered. Not the past, not the future. Today they were all Marines and today was the day to set the ground rules for engagement from this point forward.

"Spartans... I am Commander John Shepard, Marine 117. I have been tasked to lead you men and women for the foreseeable future. Some of you know me, some of you don't. Those that do know I don't accept anything less than your all, those don't will soon learn. I don't want you to try, I don't want you to do what you can. I want you to achieve victory, period. Why?... Because you're Marines and that's what Marines do."

The Marines gathered in the armor bay nodded as their personal pride for their unit and corps began to swell. John nodded slowly as he began to pace up and down the front line of soldiers.

"The USC Valhalla has surveyed alien military forces on the planet surface below. These forces are proving to be hostile to each other, I shouldn't have to tell you what they'd do to a bunch of humans dropping in out of the sky. The fly boys may like to believe that the thing standing between the men and women on this ship and total annihilation is their high flying aerial antics but they're wrong. When the smoke clears and the end comes the thing that protects our allies and defeats our enemies is us, Marines. Men and woman who designate themselves for excellence and prove that they are fiercest warriors in the galaxy. If and when the aliens down there get it in their heads that they're tough enough to take on humanity it is our job to show them just how wrong they are."

Shepard's words were bold and impassioned. He meant every word and the pride he felt for the Corps and the soldiers he served with could be felt as every Marine gathered held their head a little higher that day.

"This is where we step up. We work fast, work as a unit and show everyone what Marines are capable of!"

"OORAH!"

Came the resounding reply from the assembled Marines. The Spartans were proud of who they were and what they represented, it was obvious they were ready to go and prove their worth. John wanted them ready and ready they were. John saluted them all and began to march along the line to inspect each and every Marnie personally.

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Octavia stood right at the back of the room and listened to John Shepard's impassioned speech. Impressed, was not the word she would use to describe it. The things O was feeling in that moment were anything but patriotic and submissive to a Commanding Officer. Pissed off, angry and annoyed were good words but not strong enough to describe the resentment she felt towards her Commanding Officer at this time.

All her excitement for the battle and adventure ahead faded almost instantaneously as Shepard came into view and started spouting the usual bullshit one heard before being dispatched on any given mission.

'USCorp this and Marines that . . . blah, blah, blah.'

It was all the same old shit to her but she knew how Shepard felt about it and that every word that left his lips were true to him.

"This is where we step up. We work fast, work as a unit and show everyone what Marines are capable of!" Commander Shepard finished on a high.

Leaning against the lockers once more, Octavia watching on with lazy but sharp eyes as all the troops before her hurrahed John Shepards words. The sound almost deafening for such a small and restricted group of people.

She did not join in their merriment. Instead she waited like an Adder in tall grass as John made his way down the line of troops inspecting and having a word with each until he finally arrived at the end of the line.

Damnit! But he still looked good! Being a War Hero hadn't left him with nearly enough ugly scars.

“Nice speech, Commander Shepard.” Octavia smiled honeyedly up at the man that was now her Boss from her position against the lockers. “If I remember correctly you were always good at spouting company bullshit John.”

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Shepard stopped at the end of the line to the last Marine in the row. The one Marine he was least interested in inspecting. Octavia Sinclaire and John Shepard knew each other from back in basic. Back when the two were just starting out. Back when Octavia still had John's trust. Trust that she betrayed when she lied in order to gain access to the Marine Corps and putting John in the compromising position that jeopardized his entire career. He'd thought he was over it, the sting of betrayal and the anger that came with being lied to by her of all people. He was wrong. Standing there looking at those alluring blue eyes staring up at him defiantly as she leaned casually against a set of lockers while the rest of her company stood at attention for inspection. Another classic example of how Octavia Sinclaire thought the rules just didn't apply to her.

John paused and turned sharply to look down at her. His hand folded professionally behind his back as he looked down at his subordinate.

"Commander..."

He corrected flatly as he stared angrily into her stunning oceanic eyes. Despite her beauty, despite their past he was her commanding officer and she was going to shape up or he'd get rid of her. He had no use for unruly marines under his command.

"And in case you haven't noticed corporal your unit is standing at attention. Now get your ass up and stand at up straight until I give you something to do Marine."

Shepard's scolding was scathing and harsh and one Octavia would no doubt take to heart only to boil with hatred over. Angry or not she wouldn't go against her CO openly, not this way. She'd shape up enough to get him to leave her be, at least for now. The other Marines were casting a few wayward glances at the Sinclaire as her CO stared her down.

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Commander.” Octavia offered up when Shepard corrected her. “My bad.”

Somehow, she managed to keep the disdain she felt for him out of her eyes. She wasn't particularly bothered with the audience they had garnered. Young Watson was looking on with bright pink cheeks, an open mouth and disbelieving eyes. If all her attention wasn't focused on the man before her she would have laughed.

Her gaze held his dark one locked. She could almost feel the anger radiate off him. Still mad at her, Octavia could see as her resentment grew. She couldn't understand his anger towards her. In fact she had given up caring a long time ago. He was suppose to understand! What was she suppose to tell him? 'Hey man sorry I lied to you these past two years. I did it because I had a choice.' Not!

Well fuck it! Thought Octavia, he had just up and left without even giving her an opportunity to explain herself. In that respect he was much like that asshole Barton.

"And in case you haven't noticed corporal your unit is standing at attention. Now get your ass up and stand up straight until I give you something to do Marine." He practically barked at her.

Another molten rock dropped into the pit of her stomach that was her barely contained ire. She didn't move right away. Her cold eyes challenging him in a silent battle of wills. One Octavia knew she would have to lose this time but it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Spartan Commanding Officer John Shepard . . . for now . . .

Commanding Officer . . . Yes she liked the sound of that. Octavia Sinclaire had made it all the way to MO in the space of seven short years. She didn't suffer from a great deal of conscious like John. She'd proven herself as capable as him, probably more so. She's done what she'd had to do to get where she was today.

And she would do what she had to, to steal his rank . . . Just to spite John Shepard.

Gotta lot of work to do Sinclaire.

Octavia smiled brightly as she pushed off the lockers.

“Hadn't noticed, but thanks for the heads up Commander.” She lied sweetly with a satirical edge to her innocent words. “Whatever you order, I'll aspire to complete to the best of my abilities Sir, Commander Sir.” She saluted valiantly but couldn't help adding a roguish wink.

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Adion walked in the room to see everyone in the room standing at attention. This was not something that Adion liked to do all that often. "Well if it isn't my old friend Shepard. You've gotten quite a bit farther than we last met." Adion said. He wasn't quite at attention, but anyone who knew the mechanic well enough would know that this was the closest you could get to attention from him while he was in his armor.

Adion did have one thing standing him out from the crowd when it came to his armor. It was obvious from a first glance that his armor was designed to take any hit you could give to it. It was the newest tech in physical armor, but had next to no shields, a common trait for mechanic suits.

Adion looked around the room again before saying, "Now who is going to be the first to need my services?"

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Shepard didn't avert his gaze. Not when she answered him, not when she winked, not when Aidon walked in. Nothing broke his cold stare of his unruly subordinate Marine ex friend. He waited until she had sat still and her shenanigans were over. That done he finally turned to the rest of his marines and walked to the front of the column as he beckoned for Adion.

"Eyes up front Spartans, I want you all to meet your new 1st Sergeant. Adion Volf is a damn good Marine and one of the best men I know. As far as you all are concerned he's second only to me is that understood?"

"Yes Commander!"

"Good, now fall out. I want everyone armored up and locked and loaded asap. I wanna see you all in your Sunday best ladies and Gentlemen, let's move!"

The Spartans all rushed to prep their armor and outfit themselves with their gear for the second wave of their inspection under their new Commander. Satisfied John turned to Adion and shook his hand firmly.

"Hope you don't mind the promotion Sergeant, I'm gunna need your help with this bunch."

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"Just remember that since the assignment have become busy enough to be a Sargent, John. They have me fix the ship, they have me fix the AI, and once on the ground, I fix the damn tanks. I'll see if I can get their jaws away from my ass. Did I mention its good to see you again?" Adion said, his attitude both slightly joking and fairly serious at the same time. If Adion was anything, it was odd. Of course, John could easily have read what Adion meant. The fact that Adion was accepting John's offer, insulting the higher ups, and saying hi at the same time.

"I've never seen you do that to someone. Do you have a history with her?" Adion asked his old friend.

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Octavia peered across at John Shepard and Adion Volf. She didn't even bother to be surreptitious with her glances; letting Shepard know this was far from over. He maybe her Commanding Officer, but he didn't control her, nor did he have it within his powers of authority to remove her from MO. Octavia Sinclaire was going to make life very difficult for Commander Shepard.

“Commander Shepard is your Commanding Officer therefore it is your duty to obey his orders.” Said Remirez like he was reading out of the Good Soldiers Handbook; sliding up and opening the locker next to hers and blocking her view of Shepard.

“Orders are meant to be disobeyed.” She smirked up at him opening her own locker and inspecting the brand new body suit and armour hanging inside; sweet.

“Too bad Shepard doesn't feel the same way.” Replied Remirez as he began undressing. “I heard Shepard's a pretty cool guy, what the hell did you do to him?”

“What are you talking about?” Octavia replied innocently, unlacing her boots. “That's just how we say Hello. Commander Shepard missed me that's all.”

“Missed you? Looked like he was ready to throw you bodily out the door.” Remirez grinned. “So you know the man huh?”

“Yep. Back from basics. We were bro's.” She replied sounding bored with the direction of the conversation as she removed her pants and slid into the slick bottoms of the body suit that looked like a scuba diving suit.

To say their relationship had been completely fraternal would be a lie but she wasn't about to go into the nitty-gritty details with Remirez.

Instead Octavia continued dressing, turning to her right stood young Watson. He looked embarrassed, scared and excited all at the same time. He reminded her of a little puppy. Eric blushed furiously as he caught O's gaze.

“You still owe me money Watson.” Octavia said to him.

“After you lied to me about the man eating Crocodile men, I d-don't think I owe you anything.” He managed to stammer out.

Well, well, well. Mused Octavia with a raised brow, the kid had more balls then he let on.

“I didn't lie to you. It's a possibility and has nothing to do with the reason you owe me the mooka.” She replied in a deadly calm voice. “It's not good to be in debt to someone who can kick your ass Watson.”

The pink cheeked Cadet gulped before managing to speak.

“Fine. B-but I'm only paying you half. The first wasn't my fault, it was the Ship lurching that moved the balls.”

Octavia nodded in agreement deciding then that she like Eric Watson, green and untried as he was he had potential.

Turning back, removing her tank top and stuffing it in the locker with her pants and boots, Octavia spied Remirez amber gaze.

“Wanna stare harder?”

“What?” He answered with a rakish grin. “I'm a healthy young man.” He stated pointing both his hands at his chiselled torso. “You're an attractive well endowed young lady . . .”

“An attractive well endowed young lady with a gun.” O corrected pulling the body suit fully over herself and zipping it up.

“The correct response is why thank you for the complement.” Remirez grinned.

“Why thank you for the complement but I still have a gun which I'm more then happy to use.” Octavia replied sharing a grin with Remirez.

She liked him a lot and had a feeling they would be getting along thus she was willing to overlook his pervertedness.

“May I remind you Sinclaire before you shoot me that I saved your pretty little ass from Barton.”

“I could have handled Barton myself.”

She would handle that asshole if he got in her way again. Wouldn't be the first time she's shot or injured a colleague that didn't know their place.

“And speaking of saving ass, you gonna have my back out there Sinclaire?”

“I don't know,” Octavia smiled crookedly as both Soldier began to strap on the important gear now, the armour, the tech and the weapons. “that's a big back to cover and I'm only a tiny little woman.”

Geared up and ready to go, Octavia placed the ear piece in her ear and booted the system; foregoing the helmet for the time being.

'Tactical Internal Operating System Activated' A female AI voice stated. 'Identification Confirmation: USC 212 Corporal Octavia Sinclaire. Welcome Corporal. Confirm audio-'

“Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” Octavia interrupted the AI.

'Audio confirmed. Status Report: Shield Guard running at 100% . . .'

Octavia removed the ear piece, letting it hang down her shoulder as the AI continued to check off every piece of armour and it's charged capacity.

“Little woman?” Remirez huffed disbelievingly. “I've heard things about you out in the field Sinclaire.”

“All good things I hope.” O joked.

“Well depends on whose perspective you look at it from.” He replied with a spark in his eye, as they mimicked their earlier conversation with slight variation.

“I'm pretty sure it's all good no matter whose perceptive you look at it from man.”

“I can see you're going to be trouble.”

“Yeah but you know you like it.”

O laughed but her good mood died when she was suddenly jolted and slammed hard into her locker.

“Watch it Sinclaire.” Barton smirked viciously as he strolled past.

“Fucking cunt!” Octavia spat and was just about to jump the bastard when Remirez came to stand in her way once again.

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'Tactical Internal Operating System Activated. Identification Confirmation: USC 117 Commander John Shepard. Welcome back Commander. Confirm audio recognition.'

"Morning Eva."

John said like he was talking to an old friend as the female AI finished the final systems checks on his armors systems. The image of his armors AI popped up in the corner of his HUD as she finished her work.

'Audio confirmed. Status Report: Shield Guard running at 100%. Kinetic Barriers, online. Head up Display, online. Closed Comm Link to 13th Regiment "Spartans", online. Open Comm link to USC Valhalla and all operating personnel, online. Medical interface, online. You're looking good as always Commander'

John chuckled in his helmet at his AI as he pressed the read out on the door to re-enter the main bay where his men were. He stepped out into the armor bay with the resounding booms of his heavy armored suit to look out at his Marines. Most seemed equipped and ready to roll. There were a few stragglers, John made a mental note to start timed preps to improve their combat readiness. As his eyes scanned the soldiers one small group caught his eye. Corporal Sinclaire was just finishing up her prep when Corporal Barton decided it would be a good opportunity to come in and put her in her place. With a nasty shove he put her back in the locker which drew the suspected response from Octavia who lunged for him, ready to knock his teeth in. Ramirez stepped in to stop her but that didn't do much to stop Barton's mouth.

"That's right little girl, keep your big mexican between you and me and I won't have to beat you like it was my job."

"Barton!"

Came the fearsome authoritative bark from the regiments CO. The muffled sound of Shepard voice from behind his helmet's receiver gave his voice an eerie quality to it as he stood there with his impassive gaze that was invisible behind his bronze visor. Barton whipped around at attention as his CO marched over to him and got in his face.

"Sir!"

Barton said keeping his eyes front, a habit drilled into Marines early on in basic when they were getting chewed out by superior officers.

"You forget where you are Corporal? This isn't a play ground and you are not the big man on campus. This is a United Space Core vessel and you are on duty soldier."

John scolded harshly as he clenched his fist. He always hated bullies, in the military he met more than he cared to and John always made a habit of making sure the bullies he came in contact with knew early that their behavior was not going to be tolerated. The fact that Barton had chosen Octavia as his target was just poor luck on his part. John took a slow step closer and was but a hairs breath from Barton's un-helmeted face.

"Put your hands on her again... and I'll let her kick your ass."

His voice was barely audible, just over a low growl emanating out of his helmet. Barton swallowed hard at his CO's scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes sir."

Barton replied sullenly. Shepard glared at the man a moment longer before turning to Octavia. For a minute she wasn't the unruly Marine in his regiment. She wasn't the pain in the ass blast from the past. She was just O, just that girl who trained by his side in basic, just that one girl who clicked with him like no one else could. The ship faded away and the squad and the armor and everything else. There they stood on the proving ground back at Camp Toccoa. Just two recruits trying to make it against the world. He stared into her eyes and allowed himself to lose himself like he did all those years ago. The wild tempest of her oceanic eyes took him in and guarded him through the storm.

He blinked and his world came rushing back. The ship, the squad all of it was there again. Barton stood unsure of what was to come next. Part of him looked like he expected to get hit by his CO. Shepard's eyes were locked on Octavia but the blink free'd him. He turned away from her and glared at Barton one last time before he walked away. John rejoined his 1st Sergeant at the front to address his men.

"Form up Spartans!"

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Like the rest of squad, Octavia looked on as Shepard berated Barton. But dammit! She could hear what was being said. While Remirez still restrained her.

“Easy.” He tried to calm her as she breathed heavily, adrenaline pumping still ready to beat Barton to a pulp if she got a chance.

Her struggles only ceased when Shepard turned to face her and stared her down. Though his visor covered his eyes from her view he held her captivated. For a moment all the resentment she felt towards John Shepard faded away. In that moment she'd admit to herself she'd missed him all these years.

But as soon as Shepard turned away all that resentment, anger and hurt came flooding back ten folds. He'd left her without so much as a goodbye and obviously he'd all but forgotten about her all these years.

And the way he just looked at her? Octavia had no doubt that under his visor his eyes would hold cold accusation that read 'I know this was your fault somehow.' Of course he would blame her, that was Shepard's favourite game. According to him, she was the one who did everything wrong.

Pushing off Remirez's bulking form, Octavia whipped back around to her locker. Viciously stuffing everything in there untidily. Not caring her clothing would have creases in them when it came to putting her civvies back on.

“I suppose he doesn't dislike you all that much as he would have it seem.” Remirez commented as he leaned against his locker. “Shepard stood up for you.”

“I don't need anybody to stand up for me.” Octavia seethed angrily as she slammed her locker door shut, the sound reverberating through the whole room. “I can take care of myself!”

Remirez didn't look convinced.

“Whatever you say Princess. But just remember it isn't a bad thing when someone has your back.”

“It is when that person stabs you in the back.” Octavia replied coldly as she put her helmet on and slid down the visor just so that she didn't have to make eye contact with anyone.

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Adion took note as John dealt with a problematic marine. Adion would have told the marine to leave at that exact moment. Of course, Adion would have also knocked the marine out with the forearm of his suit, which on the engineer's suit is the hardest and heaviest part.

As John took position next to Adion, some of the marines seemed to miss John's command. Thus, Adion lifted 1 foot and let its ankle hit the other ankle, causing an extremely loud sound as they collided. Those who had missed John's command quickly stood up as the deafening sound shocked all those who didn't have their helmets, which have a system to process audio input to safe volumes.

"I think may need to have their hearing checked." Adion said to John after he slammed his suit's ankles.

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Shepard chuckled underneath his helmet as he eyed the formation of Marines in front of him. Adion was not going to go easy on them, not by a long shot and that kind of no nonsense command worked wonders to keep the troops in line. Shepard employed a similar policy more often than not but having Sgt. Volf here to back him up would be a welcome respite form shouldering the burden of command alone. Shepard knew that whatever was to come his Spartans needed to be ready and they would be. The safety and security of this entire ship depended on it.

John took a walked towards the first line of Marines, and much like he did earlier he inspected each and every soldier under his command. He checked their armor and weapons load outs. He ensured that each Marine was adequately equipped and toting their gear safely. He stopped to question a few about their name, rank and reason for joining the USC. Each solider under his command was inspected carefully. Even the unruly Corporal Sinclaire received a cursory once over from her CO without a word.

Satisfied his Spartans were fighting fit Shepard returned to the front of the line to address his Marines.

"Looking good Spartans. Now I know a lot of you have heard one rumor or another about the terrestrials on the planets surface below. I don't want any of you letting that crap get to you. We treat this like any other assignment, do what we were trained to do and we'll all come out of this in one piece. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Alright Spartans, dismissed."