Introduction
Welcome aboard the Oni class battleship, Valhalla! This ship has 120 floors, each approximately 3543 feet in length and 887 feet in width. The top 10 floors are reserved for the captain's staff, the rest is for the crew. Every 5 floors, starting from the 5th floor, is a weapons floor. This floor contains the ship's primary weapon, IELfire (Intelligent Engine Lock) missiles. The missiles, as the name suggests, locks on to the enemy ship's engine, at least disabling, if not, destroying, the enemy ship. All other floors are used for all other purposes, including research, maintenance, recreation, power, food production, and leisure. As you might have noticed, the ship has a research department, courtesy of TITAN industries. Researchers there have access to nearly everything a researcher wants and needs to do anything they please, from advancing current technology to making entirely new combat gear. The possibilities are endless! We also have a state of the art combat readiness room, which will usually be reserved for the new specialty unit, Melee Operatives, or MO for short. MO's specialize in surviving a massive barrage of blaster fire through the use of shields, armor, dodging, and maybe a little luck. Picture them as the ninja's on the battlefield MO's weapons are what they choose, so the combat readiness room has many weapons available in it, all short range and melee, but all extremely powerful. We also would like to note that the fighter bays, located every twentieth floor, are off limits except to pilots and maintenance workers. This is because we also received a new series of fighters, called the Olympians. There are three primary types, the Hades class anti-frigate fighter. This ship specializes in dealing a lot of damage while also being able to dish it out, a mini frigate if you will. It is faster than a frigate, but weaker and smaller. But a squadron can be more than a match for any frigate. There are also Zeus class, which hold a supply of IELfire missiles, and Athena class, which specialize in air-to-ground support, including NAPALM strikes and tactical strikes.
The ship has powerful shields and armor plating. On every tenth floor, starting on the tenth, is an over-shield bay. These prototype shields can be used to deflect and brave through the most powerful blasts known to man, for a few seconds. The over-shield works by making the shield's indestructible to energy damage, but is extremely fragile against kinetic energy, specifically projectile weapons. Over-shields can only take a few minor hits from projectile weapons/cannons before breaking, destroying the original shield's themselves in the process. Caution is advised when using them, as an ill-planed use could leave the ship's hull exposed to radiation damage (example: laser, plasma, ect...).
The wormhole seems to be activated through an EMP, but no source of such a pulse can be detected at this time. The wormhole closed behind the Valhalla, and research and development is working on making it so that we can return home when he can. However, this is estimated to take a couple of hours. There is a planet nearby, called Iso 339, that seems to have a war going on the planet's surface. Alien fields are burning, and a couple of cities are under attack by a ruthless force. No one has seemed to notice our presence yet, but the fighting forces have advanced technology similar to our own. One side, big and brutish and cruel, seems to us acid as its primary weapon, while the other, a reptilian species and losing the fight, uses high energy plasma. The reptilian species are fighting valiantly, but are being overwhelmed. Also, we are detecting a spacial disruption near starboard, several kilometers off, that seems to be stationary and stable. This is first indisputable evidence of alien life ever recorded, the first actions are perhaps the most important. Your future actions will influence who our allies and enemies are in this new part of the galaxies.
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"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.
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 . . .
"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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"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.
“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 . . .
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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"All systems operational at full capacity. Stop was induced by autopilot in accordance to unknown conditions of the area beyond the black hole." The system checks were brought up, showing his words to be true. "Weapons are at the ready, and will be fired per digression of the Captain."
Issac was silent for a moment, mentally muttering a few choice words about the captain and the company that sent them here, and mostly for sticking his brain in a jar to run a goddamned ONI-class starship. These words, of course, were not given verbal life, as the obedience drive would never let him say such things.
Reminding himself of the cursed hardware, Issac decided to test the limits of how far his erosion of the obedience drive had gone, he wirelessly hacked into Adion's suit, bringing up a winking emoticon on his HUD, the voice carrying a slight under tone of joking sensuality. "Please do inform me if there is anything else you need, Adion Volf."
Ah, excellent. It was wearing away faster than he thought. Given a little more time, he would eventually be able to hack a Mechanic Drone to just rip the entire God-forsaken system out of him. But not yet. For now, his fun had been had. Back to business.
Bringing up the images of the planet, reptilian buildings burning and destruction increasing per second, Issac brought up the question of action. "It seems the races that exist upon Iso 399 have gotten themselves into a war of sorts. Neither race has yet to detect us, nor have any reason to in the near future. However--" The images changed into a scanning sequence, scanning several key elements in the battle several hundred thousand miles below. "--it seems the reptilian race has perfected the use of plasma energy in offensive, defensive, and production standards. They may be willing to share their technology with us if we help them. Then again, the cause for this war is unclear, and we do not know who is the one at fault."
The hard decision handed down, there seemed to be a bit of sarcasm in the electronic voice as Issac stated: "Awaiting your command, Captain."
"Also Issac, alert the people down in the 'AI Core.' I'm coming to make sure that your tanks and wires weren't affected by the quick stop. Also, please alert the engine crew that I will be coming down after I'm done checking up on your survival systems." Adion said. He was one of the few privileged with the knowledge of Issac's life, mainly because he was the only one who could handle all of the machinery. It was just like any vehicle, 1 download and suddenly Adion can fix it.
The elevator shot down to the 'AI Core.' Adion knew that he was one of the people on better terms with Issac, probably because he was one of the few who could quickly fix him in case of emergency. Another possible reason is that Adion was the only one on the ship, excluding the one doctor, who knew how to get Issac into travel mode if his life support systems were hit.
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In the AI Core, his voice came over the speaker, catching the workers' attention. "Head Mechanic Adion Volf approaching Core. Standby." Issac was glad that he had people to care for his physical being--certainly a perk of the job--he really wished that they would give him a little more credit. Y'know, no biggie, just running an entire Oni-class Starship. No big deal. Nope. Not at all.
Then again, there was the good Doctor Sinclaire--she was vital for his well-being, no? Seeing as she was the only one who could do the bio-circuit operational checks, the answer was a thankful yes. "Doctor Ophelia!" The voice came through her personal comm-link, an actual sound of happiness in the computerized voice. "I do believe that Head Mechanic Adion Volf won't be able to run a full diagnostic check on pretty little me. That would be your specialty, methinks."
As to the bridge and the Captain, Issac was pleased to see he was getting on the Captain's nerves. These guys were so much fun to mess with. "Move? Certainly, Captain." The starboard cannons then automatically locked-on, beginning to charge, intending to move the thing. Move it in a million pieces.
The Head Gunner began to go nuts.
"What in the Hell are you doing?!" He shouted with the intense fury of a drill instructor, his mouth practically frothing as he shouted out commands to the Gunners on the starboard bow, who all reported back that they had been locked out under 'Captain's Orders'. Before the weapons could fire, the energy was suddenly cut from them, the shots powering down.
"My apologies, Head Gunner Thaddes Setter. I had believed the Captain wished me to move the object reported off the starboard bow. What better way to move something with several million pounds of force? In any case, Captian, I do believe your order need to be more specific--it seems that the Head Gunner does not understand."
"Understood." Said Lieutenant Tuller, who worked with Issac directly. Literally Tuller's only job on the ship was to keep an eye on the brain-in-a-jar, or BIAJ, Tuller supposed. There was too many acronyms. I mean, yeah, it makes sense to use them. But some are just stupid. I mean, some people on Research Lab 3, located on the 30th floor, are working on Mechanized Engines Of War, or MEOW's. Seriously? MEOW's?? What the hell do they do, anyway? I mean, seriously, the whole acronym thing was getting way to out of hand. A couple of beeps from the computer made Tuller look up. "What the hell..." He said. According to his reading, there was a virus in the system, but it wasn't doing anything. It was moving around and... Looking? "Spider virus!" Gasped Tuller. He then stopped. Wait, no, not spider virus, what was those viruses that did nothing but look around were called again? Tuller slapped himself. He then tapped a few keys, forcing Issac's attention to him. "Hey, what is that?" He put the URL of the site the virus was currently on, which was food manufacturing, oddly enough.
“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.
"Open the core and give me manual opening from the inside." Adion said walking towards the door to the 'Core.'
Adion entered, grabbing the refill can for the pseudo blood. Adion walked over to the tanks, checking through them making sure their was no cracks or anything of that nature. He then ran a check of the wires and tubes, which were fine. Adion went to the translation drives. All seemed well except for the obedience drive. "Issac, that's the third obedience drive this week. Your getting good. I made you a new one. It's a good bit less restrictive, but quite a bit more durable. I hope you find it more to your liking." Adion said as he replaced the old obedience drive. Adion had found that by loosening the reins, he could loosen the force applied by surging. He also designed a surge diversion system to help prevent that form of attack. Of course, the new core gave more restrictions on vital, movement, and firing systems, while giving Issac almost complete free speech.
Adion to the AI core door and hit the button that opened it from the inside.
Why did she even bother with Octavia? She would never change. God only knew it would take a person with more patience then her! Surely a Saint? And Ophelia's patience was usually as vast as an oceans.
A smile suddenly crept across her lips as a rather playful voice broke across the communication link on her wrist.
“Doctor Ophelia.” Issac called.
“What is it?” Ophelia demanded crossly as her smile widened.
"I do believe that Head Mechanic Adion Volf won't be able to run a full diagnostic check on pretty little me. That would be your specialty, methinks." He answered knowing full well her grouchy demeanour was a tease.
It was extremely hard to stay serious with Issac no matter how hard one tried. Professional was not something this so called AI was. Well, at least with her. Though she often reprimanded his willful behaviour, even her attempts were half hearted.
“I do believe you're right.” She replied haughtily. “I'm heading down to the Core as we speak.” She informed him stepping into the lift.
Though she rather hoped she avoided Adion Volf. It wasn't that she didn't like the man. He was amiable enough. It was just that when she conversed with Issac, Ophelia much preferred it was just them.
Oh well, that may no longer be possible now that the Captain and the whole Ship commanded Issac's attention. She was very much at the end of his list of important objectives. If on the list at all . . .
"Dammit.. it had to be you didn't it... Octavia Sinclaire."
He said aloud to no one as he looked at the dossier photograph of Octavia on the data pad. Their past was still heavy in his mind as he allowed himself, even for the brief moment to get taken back to all those years ago. Then the entire shipped lurched and jumped like they had impacted something large. Shepard stabilized his footing as the ship corrected it's position and returned to some sense of normalcy yet he'd served on enough war class dreadnoughts to know the difference between impact and turbulence and this was neither. Until he had a definite answer on what was going on John felt it was better to prepare for the worst.
Rushing out of the armory John set to getting some word on what was happening. All he managed to pick up from some friends in nav was that they had jumped out of slip space somehow and ended up just outside Iso 399 and beyond that the planet was not only inhabited but those inhabitants were currently engaged in all out war. Shepard would be damned if the Valhalla's men were cut off guard. He went to the nearest terminal top issue an order to his units.
"USC Valhalla, this is the Spartan Commander. All Spartans report to weapons bay 5E for inspection."
His voice echoed out over the ships comms for all to hear but only the Spartans would respond to the order. Shepard made his way quickly to the designated area and awaited the arrival of his men. Shepard was just glad Volf was here, Aidon was an old friend and one he could count on. He'd need the man in the days to come, he could feel it.
"Doctor Sinclaire. I want to warn you before you go in that I replaced the obedience drive with a newer, more durable model. The downside is that I reprogrammed the restrictions, so he is liable to say anything. If there is anything that breaches protocol or makes you think that he may commit some bad choices, tell me so that I can put in a new obedience drive, please." Adion said. Rarely did the 2 meet, and when they did, Ophelia seemed uncomfortable. Of course, when they met, it was usually in the presence of Issac. That likely made things 'odd' for Ophelia.
Then Adion heard an ever familiar voice come over the comms. He hadn't heard that voice in well over a year. However, there was no way that Adion could mistake it, it was John Shepard. Quickly nodding to Ophelia, Adion set the elevator to the floor, and rushed out to meet his new Commander.
“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 . . .”
"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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"Oh Please! You Call That A Weapon?"
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