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Jason-012

"Spartans never die...They're just missing in action"

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a character in “Halo: The SPARTAN V Project”, as played by Endgame

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Name: Jason-012
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Callsign: Renegade
AI: Serina
AI Personality:
Serina is an interesting AI that is not afraid to stand up for her partner and the other Spartans if needed. She has a sarcastic, witty personality base, but while she is sarcastic, she is very intelligent and capable and will face death for her partner. She may come off as very rude and uncaring but she really does care about Jason and the other members of squad hansley. She is designed as an athletic woman with a long sleeved shirt and pants with a pair of commander’s boots.

Age: 25
Height W/O Armor: 7’0 (trying to keep the classic Spartan appearance)
Height W/ Armor: 7’4
Weight W/O Armor: 300 pounds
Weight W/ Armor: 1,336 pounds

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Murky Green
Skin Tone: Tan

Personality

Personality:
Jason is the kind of person that prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. He is a very driven person that is relentless in his chase for victory but also very caring when it comes to his teammates. Jason is one of those people who are very unpredictable and will do almost anything to protect “his” soldiers, “his” AI and “his” team and succeed at the mission at hand. He seems somewhat cold because he will keep moving with only a few seconds pause when a soldier dies under his command, maybe that’s because he understands that necessary sacrifices must be made or that he understands mortality that well, he knows both, but also in truth he really caries that pain mentally.

Jason is a very stoic person in general and is also very intelligent and an excellent tactician. He knows what it takes to be a soldier and knows that sometimes you have to turn your heart to stone. Jason thinks of himself more as a soldier than a man, a moving machine of war. He is the kind of person who works in a team to win because he knows teamwork is the best weapon in a war and is very loyal. He is truly a person who follows the no man left behind rule and is a true Spartan to the core. He has also show a high degree of leadership during missions in the past and is a very good leader in the field and on the sidelines.

Likes: Winning, Serina, His team, the soldiers under him, A challenge, knowing he’s done something for the right cause
Dislikes: Losing in any way, Lairs, people who hide behind the mask of good intentions, losing men needlessly
Quirks: Jason doesn’t show much quirks but he has some, like when he gets angry his fists seem to clench up for a few seconds, also when suspicious he will ask multiple questions, as well as tapping his foot when anxious

Equipment

Equipment/Training History:
When Jason joined the program it has just been started, and he was trained with some of the best. Jason stood out by showing remarkable athletic skill and showing the drive to win and succeed at everything he did which made him the top of the Spartan class. He had shown great interest in the use of all weaponry, but seems to like using weapons such as the assault rifle and battle rifles as his base weapon during training. He seems to like these adaptable weapons the best and incorporates them into his hard fighting style. He is best fighting in an all-out battle leading from the front lines

He also seems to carry a variety of weapons with him on every mission, so that he can cover all bases if necessary. He is trained to take command of any situation turning it from a bad one to a good one in a matter of seconds. His main fighting style is to try his options at all levels when needed, he is very adaptable. He was trained by a retired Spartan II in his training. He is truly determined to be one of the best and help his teammates and his country.

History

Biography:

Jason was born to a small family in Colorado and lived the first four years of his life normally, he went to school and such, but the thing that made him different was that while he was naturally talented, he relied more on hard work than his talent. During the days during observation he had shown unending drive to succeed, one day he was introduced to a game called last man standing were the children would be tested for acceptance. The object was simple, the job was to get a coin of the inclined hill first, and during the match Jason was beaten harshly by other, but still forced himself to his feet. In the end Jason literally when his legs had gone numb dragged himself to victory up the hill and getting the coin first. This was the thing that got him considered for the Spartan V project. He was taken at the age of five to the Spartan V training facility and there his training began. He at first did not know where he was and like any other child cried the first few nights. That was when he learned the first rule of being a Spartan, never show emotion and he was punished for this with extra laps and cut rations. Harshness was common in the program, and they drilled the trainees for hours on end and the though the training was tough Jason came to appreciate it later on.

Jason had an okay time during his stay at the training facility, though one child, Mark seemed to get under Jason’s skin with his superior attitude. Jason seemed to stick by a regular schedule and tried to do all assignment to the best of his ability. The one subject though that plagued him most was Math in general, he was never good at any of it so he worked harder on it and managed to get one of the other students to help him on some of it. This soon became an underlying problem because of Mark started picking at this point which lead to full on fights between the two and their hot blooded rivalry increased into an all-out war. There fights got worse and worse as they progressed in age and finally boiled down into the fighting and yelling openly.

Jason soon went on the first combat oriented when he was fourteen and succeeded on the highest of levels on his first mission. After many other training missions he was assigned to a main training mission with Mark when he was sixteen. On this mission Mark was severely wounded by enemy fire and Jason when out of his way to drag Mark to safety. In another event he boldly took on an Elite Zealot in battle and managed to come out alive by outthinking the Elite and impaling him with his own energy sword, although suffering heavy wounds in the process. In the end the brass decided to advance Jason by giving him the enhancements. He then proceeded to go on heavier mission in the new design of Spartan V armor. After these missions he was joined by the AI named Serina and was put under the care of a retired Spartan II for the rest of his training.

Jason was soon sent off on explicit missions that were black inked afterwards. During this time period Jason meet up with the four other Spartans that would become his teammates. Soon the announcement to put up a new Spartan team was announced and Jason was quickly accepted to team Hansly. Since the day he started it seemed like a perfect fit and he showed chemistry with the other Spartans on the team. He has since served under this team faithfully and hopes that he is doing the right thing to serve his country and the people in it and while the is no leader to team hansly, Jason functions as the "head of the beast" in a maner of speaking trying to keep the team together and keep them driving forward like any good leader would though there is no leader to the team.

So begins...

Jason-012's Story

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Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Sarah Briggs Character Portrait: Hunter Dunkerd Character Portrait: Rambo Character Portrait: Jason-012 Character Portrait: Saint Charles

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Location: Forgotten Ravine, Bacchius Prime

Time: 0430 Hours


Time had long since abandoned the lives of those trapped inside the depths of the Forgotten Ravine as a small army of hostile wild beasts encircled a force of soldiers dressed in SPARTAN attire. Their armor was sleek and smooth, their shields bright and glowing in their efforts to defend their masters from harm. The sounds of gunfire echoing throughout the emptiness as beast after beast fell tot he bullets which ripped through their bodies and spilled their blood across the floor of this most unforgiving of places.

The beasts in question carried an appearance similar to that of a cat walking on its hind legs in bipedal fashion. The tail carried no fur, but was instead hairless and muscled for combat. It's claws were long and sharp, though proven not sharp enough to pierce the armor of the SPARTANs they fought against this night. Coming in by the hundreds, pouring in like ants on a carcass as they sped towards the fresh meat in their Ravine. However, despite their intelligence and fighting prowess seemed not to heed the writing which was on the wall. Against these SPARTANs, there was no hope of conquest.

One by one they crawled on the walls of the Ravine towards the fresh meat around which they gathered ahead in such numbers. The SPARTANs, in the mean time, held their position strong with a single ODST in their ranks as they continued to fight against these creatures which had been plaguing the colonists for many a night. According to official reports sent in by the other SPARTANs guarding the colony, these creatures had already killed seventy colonists while innumerable others, women and children among them, had disappeared thanks to these creatures. These creatures had long since lost the right to mercy, and so the SPARTANs duty now demanded that they be wiped out.

The one known to her comrades as "Angel" was close to the front of the group in hand to hand combat, choosing to do so instead of using her ammunition from her shotgun which was magnetically attached to her back. These creatures were strong compared to regular human beings, but to SPARTANs such as Angel they posed little to no threat at all. At present though, her shields were at forty percent from all the damage they'd taken over the course of the last two hours in which they'd been fighting against these creatures. Her body was tired and worn out, but she carried on as their numbers finally began to thin. Despite this fact, there were still nearly three hundred of the beasts lining the floors and walls of the Ravine.

As the battle finally came to its conclusion with the last enemy she faced dropping dead at her feet, Angel let out a sigh and let her head droop slightly as she got her breathing under control. She was exhausted after all the close quarters combat, and so she sat down on a small pile of the bodies she'd piled up over the hours and rested her elbows on her knees as she sat as straight as she could to catch her breath and let her body finally relax after shooting, fighting, fighting... and of course, more fighting. It was not something she enjoyed, being exhuasted like this, but it felt good to know that she had downed well in excess of one hundred enemies during her time on the front lines.

Xia then came forward on her HUD with a smile on her face.

"... What's the count?" She asked.

The total body count for you is one hundred and seventy four kills, sixty seven enemies injured who were then finished off by other teammates. Not too shabby for the teams little Angel, huh? She teased.

Angel shook her head with a smirk on her face.

"And to think, I used to be a cat person..." Angel said as she stood up and cracked her neck to the side and rotated her head around in a circle.

She turned around and walked up a hill of dead bodies up to her teammates who were all comparing kill scores and talking about some of the cooler kills they made. Angel shook her head, reprimanding herself mentally for allowing herself to fall into that trap and start keeping track of kills. One hundred and seventy four kills without the use of her shotgun was not a bad count, but she knew that it would be one of the lower scores since the assault rifles and even the snipers could shoot, kill, reload, and keep killing faster than she could with just her hands. But, one hundred and seventy four was still one hundred and seventy four which was respectable for a hand to hand specialist.

When she got back to the group she sat down on a fallen log and sprawled out on it, her arms to the sides and one leg hanging off the log as she laid down on it to rest while she listened to the others talk amongst themselves.

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Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Sarah Briggs Character Portrait: Hunter Dunkerd Character Portrait: Rambo Character Portrait: Jason-012 Character Portrait: Saint Charles

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#, as written by Basta
"Left! No, the other left!" Kouga's voice piped up over the headset, warning his partner just a tad too late. One of the creatures leapt over a small hill composed of the corpses of his fellows, latching onto his prey's arm and dragging her to the ground. Sarah Briggs simply cackled aloud, jammed a pipe bomb into the hungry maw and kicked it backwards. The creature swallowed the explosive, thinking it was a piece of the mechanical quarry it had been attacking earlier and joined up with a pack focused on taking down one of the other intruders.

Ignoring the explosion and subsequent shower of organs and charred fur, Sarah righted herself and reclaimed her pistol. "How're we doin', Kouga? I'm runnin' dangerous low on th' splosives, an' me peashooter's jammed." Her HUD filled with a radar, showing a rapidly dwindling field of red blips. Nodding with satisfaction, Sarah jumped up on a corpse pile, double fisting grenades and shouting her defiant battle cry. Chucking her bombs as fast as she could arm them, Sarah's maniacal laughter was soon drowned out by the blossoming fireballs she'd planted. Unfortunately, that also made her a target. Four of the big cat monsters zeroed in on her, lips split wide with hateful smiles.

"Ahh, ye wan's ta tangle? This rose's got s'm thorns, be warned!" Sarah charged forward and embedded her fist into the face of the first creature she came upon, splitting its skull open and dropping it like a sack of potatoes. One of his companions seized the opportunity and jumped on her back, trying to drive her to the ground where they could do some real damage.

"Big mistake, boyo. Ye shoulda learn already, ye shouldn' get in hands reach o' th' Spartans!" Reaching behind her head, Sarah grabbed the creature by the throat and spun it around. With a shout, she suplexed her attacker, driving its head into its chest cavity. The remaining two circled her warily, unwilling to rush such a dangerous foe, but unwilling to retreat. Their dilemma was solved for them, however, as a quartet of bullets punched into their sides and tossed them onto the ground. Recovering from her surprise almost immediately, Hyena issued her trademark laugh, though mostly out of relief. Her shields had been drained for some time, and fighting two at once would have been more risky then even she wanted to deal with.

"It appears that the rest of the team has dealt with the remaining animals. We should meet up with them." Kouga pointed out where the team had gathered on the biggest pile of dead. She climbed up, depositing herself in between two of her fellow Spartans, crossing her arms behind her head and leaning on one of their legs. She made it back just in time to hear them begin recounting tales of the battle, and she smiled as a couple of her more spectacular kills came to mind. Someone asked her if she'd done anything crazy, which evoked a laugh.

"Well, if yer askin'...One o' th' bastards jumped me, bu' I managed ter stick 'im wiva bar o' TNT. Th' damn thing started ta freak, so's I tossed it into a crowd o' his mates." She had to pause for a minute to calm her laughter at the memory. "They all was scramblin' about, on account o' I tripped 'em, when th' boomstick went off an' tossed 'em about like ragdolls! Th' one what survived had a look about 'im like 'Oh shite! What th' fukkin hell jus' happen?' afore someone shot 'im down. I thinks ittwas ye, Rambo, actually. Nice shot."

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Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Sarah Briggs Character Portrait: Hunter Dunkerd Character Portrait: Rambo Character Portrait: Jason-012 Character Portrait: Saint Charles

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#, as written by Endgame
Jason found himself stuck in a swarm of these things and looked Charles "stay close to me and don't go too far off from me" he said quietly before turning to face the horde of creatures moving slowly inwards towards the squad. Jason kicked one of the catlike creatures away but another one took its place, Jason opened fire with his battle rifle, the bullets tore through the things like a rain of hot lead.


He then turned giving a quick check on the new member of Hansly before continuing to fight smashing one when the barrel of his gun before turning to fire on one of the other creatures as it though it could attack the Spartan from behind. He kicked one of the things away from Charles and continued to shoot at other pings that hit his HUD, he then turned to knee the next creature in the face, and pretty much broke all its teeth and snapped its neck in one fluid motion. He stepped over the dead body before firing at another creature and kicking another away and shooting it in the skull.


Jason looked around before one jumped and he smacked it aside with his fist fired a few rounds at another, he was perfectly calm like some demon in the middle of a raging storm, he twisted and fired at another one of those beasts. He turns ramming into another creature sending it to the floor "Serina status..." he said through his helmet com. “Well believe it or not, you've killed almost all of them in the first wave, you’re getting better and better, but you could use some improvement" Serina chuckled the com of his helmet. Jason a gave a small smile, before kicking one of the things down and stomping its head in "coming from you that sounds like a complement" he rolled away from one before swaping his weapon to the shotgun over his shoulder and blowing it to kingdom come.


He then grabed one around the neck and twisted roughly before hearing a snap, Jason's green armor now looked about a red as Angel's. He kicked another away from him before driving a knife in the things skull before turning to fire on one of the creature before the bullets brought it down before he swapped out his assault rifles cartage and continued on running out of ammo. He threw the assualt rifle down and switched back to his shotgun before mowing down a couple more and the smashing one that jumped at him with the barrel of his gun and then shot it.


Jason looked around at the dead bodies around him and then turned to face the rest of the catlike creatures "boo..." the things took off like bats out of hell and raced off to escape this monster. Jason looked around the battlefield keeping a close eye on Charles in case he needed to step in "boo... was that honestly all you could think of" Serina complained, Jason smirked slightly "it got the job done didn't it."


The Spartan then picked of his assault rifle and started walking up the hill of bodies, before standing the top and watched the others clean up their targets, the blood making his armor shine eerily. While the other talked about their kills, he was silent just watching them talk happily with each other. He sat down the end of the long and gave the unit a quick once over for injuries, not a scratch. Jason sat back listening to them bragging about their kills and how they did them, he looked at his armor and saw instead of its usual green it was now had every inch of it painted crimson with all the blood that had been spilled. He tried to wipe it off with his hands but it only made it worse, he decided to give up on it and then he sat down at he pulled his weapons and did a quick weapons check before looking over at Angel "you okay?"

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Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Sarah Briggs Character Portrait: Hunter Dunkerd Character Portrait: Rambo Character Portrait: Jason-012 Character Portrait: Saint Charles

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#, as written by Deallo
A regular, run of the mill UNSC soldier wakes up at 4:30 in the morning, gets cleaned, clothed, and does drill practices at 5:00. The foot soldiers know how to fight, where to fight, and when to start fighting. They must work together and fight both the Covenant and Prometheans.

An ODST squad can be called upon in any time of the day, any day of the week, any month of the year with no discernible patterns. A squad could be called out six times in six days while another could be waiting months for a mission. Collecting intel, rescuing VIP's, securing locations, counter-terrorism operations, assassinations, they did it all, against enemies of both humans and aliens.

From what little experience Saint Charles could gather in a SPARTAN unit, they had no plan but to jump into the ravine of death in the middle of night, and take a last stand tactic against a unknown enemy of giant cat-like monsters. The ODST soldier would have objected the moment that he set foot on ground if he hadn't thought they were going to use flares to attract the monster and beforehand take the precious time to make some sort of plan. Nope.

Within seconds of setting foot of the bottom of the ravine, the horde came. If you've never really seen a horde before, psychologically, it's like looking at one of those giant ant colonies. At first, you don't even notice, like something you caught off the corner of your eye and nonchalantly shrug off. Then, you could feel the ground vibrating beneath your boots, and a moving blob is just off the distance. This blob slowly gets bigger and bigger and that startling realization that it's actually a mass of moving bodies strikes a blow so deep you'd thought your legs were broken because they couldn't move and your lungs dead because you couldn't breathe.

"Bloody Hell." Charles said to himself over the mic as he watched the SPARTANs get in position and after snapping out of the hypnotic daze, did the exact same thing. With the wall behind them, they had the team spread out through the front and sides to prevent flanking. The new member of team Halsey fancied himself in the center of this little formation, able to provide support to any member of the team with just a turn, he took a couple of deep breaths, tightened the grip on the heavy sniper rifle, aimed towards the horde and let the bullets fly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Reload. Repeat.

Each round pierced through bodies, six or seven, leaving trails of the dead monsters in their wake. The shots were by far, the loudest sound among the group. Well, the second loudest.

He glanced over the dossiers of the SPARTANs, at least what parts weren't censored, oh but it did nothing to match their insanity.

Explosions sounded everywhere, a high pitched laugh did more to pierce the heart with fear then 27 years of combat, and this was an ally. Hyena, rushed through the battlefield with a touch of madness but she had tough competition in the world of crazy. Two other SPARTANs were fighting these massive beasts- one with swords in each hand and the other with her bare fucking fists - and actually holding them off.

The other two were more comfortable to be around, though to say that was like saying these dinosaurs were less frightening then those dinosaurs because their teeth were a little more rounded. Jason (the name "renegade" really didn't suit well with Charles), was one of the two keeping those things from flanking the team.

"Stay close to me and don't go too far off from me."

"I ain't exactly planning on picking up and leaving." Charles chuckled after with a weird sense of amazement, not at all to anything to do with Jason's comment, but at the unbelievable fact that they were still...alive -and most importantly- winning. After a quick scan of the battlefield, (He didn't use his HUD often, snipers had to pick and choose their targets and no HUD had the long-range capabilities, but at the most it was distracting) he froze in a moment and saw the monsters crawling down the wall behind them. Shit, looked like they were smart enough to try a different tactic. After raising the rifle to aim for them, he saw one of the beasts to his side, ready to slash at him when suddenly it disappeared. In a quick glance, he saw Jason's armored leg in the air for the briefest of seconds and the thing flew back a couple of meters.

"Thanks mate, but you guys might want to step back from the wall-" and after moving towards the center of the group, aimed upwards and picked off one of the bastards crawling down, which after being shot in the head, lost its grip and started falling until it hit the ground with a big splat!
-"because it's raining cats." Charles transmitted over the radio, in an almost sing-song fashion so everyone in the team could hear his terrible joke. "But seriously, back off the wall SPARTANs."

The monsters crawling from behind them weren't plentiful though, seeing as how they were mostly the smart stragglers from Rambo and Jason's assault. Thirteen of them were crawling down that wall and as much as Saint Charles hated taking the low ground, he was the only one with the long-range rifle needed to take the monsters down before they come down and scatter their formation, and the only one not needed to hold the horde back. He told himself it was because snipers didn't do mass elimination but he knew differently. On one knee, he aimed upwards, and took down monster after monster, each having their bodies hit hard against the rock floor with a splat. Forced to move to prevent himself from being crushed among the falling bodies, he missed a few times and reloaded twice, but he got all of them, some in the head, some in the chest area. Still on one knee, he looked over to his pocket to reload when suddenly a red blip came in front of his Hud, this time noticing and looking up to respond. One of the bloodied monsters who managed to be grazed by the bullet and soak up a long fall was charging towards the sniper with a bestial speed unmatched by anything he's seen.

He fell back just as the creature lunged, just dodging the attack, his sniper rifle just aimed over the belly of the airborne creature, but with a pull of the trigger nothing but a *click* was produced. Ammo. The rifle slipped out of his grip right before he rolled onto his stomach with a silenced semi-automatic on hand, squeezing silent rounds in the beast's hide.

If Charles were to notice anything, it's that those things could run faster then he could reload and he wasn't going to take the risk. Three bullets hit the mark on the thing's knee, the only area worth hitting to prevent it from rushing him again as it collapsed on the ground, alive but incapacitated. Without a moment to spare, he picked himself, where he could look gather a view of its head. In a moment of pity for the beast who howled in pain, Charles stood over him and squeezed off one more bullet into its skull.

He turned his head for one last look around for a quick scan of any left standing and spotting one of his team-mates being circled by two of the monsters. Instinct is a hard thing to get rid of, where that might have been regularly been a soldier, it was a SPARTAN, but even so, he squeezed off four muffled gunshots at one of the monsters, one hit the spine, two in the chest, and one in the head. With a turn and a half sprint, he grabbed his sniper rifle, reloaded it, and aimed outwards...only to then realize it was finally over.

Almost surreal, he turned another 360 to check and sure enough, his eyes weren't deceiving him. It's over, he told himself, but he knew better, those things will be back. Maybe in an hour, a day or a month, but they'll be back. Until then, though, he could get some damn rest and thank whatever deity was out there for keeping him safe with just a few scuffs of the black armor. The moonlight was an eerie sorts that seemed to illuminate the grisly, area of death quite creepily and illuminated the comrades who took place The circle of SPARTANs were an intimidating sort to approach, partly so for the bloody fact they were so damn tall. Like a man amongst giants. As much as he wanted to get along with his team, it was hard, not because of their capabilities as super-soldiers but because they were young. Nothing makes you feel like an old crow then remembering back in the day how you used to count your kills as a marine and brag about your numbers with others as well as "who got the sweetest kill". There comes a time when a soldier is old enough to know no such numbers mattered when it was more of a distraction then a benefit but that maturity sure as well didn't create any sort of bonding experience. Maybe Charles didn't want it.

Staying silent on that matter, he made his way besides Rambo, just in time to hear the explosives maniac, Hyena inquire about a couple of the monsters Rambo must've shot down.

"Well, he must've shot down one of them, I'm sure." Saint Charles said, taking one hand to bring out one of the two pistols elongated by a silencer out in the air to show them both before holstering it again, hoping his message was sent across.

"We need to hit them where it hurts so they'll finally stay down." The ODST said, this time directed to Rambo, whom he deferred to as the team's leader.

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Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Sarah Briggs Character Portrait: Rambo Character Portrait: Jason-012 Character Portrait: Saint Charles

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There had been a time when the eldest Spartan had wondered what these cat-like beings were. There had been a time when he had hoped this wasn't going to turn out to be another covenant. There had been a time when he scanned them for any weaknesses. There had been a time when he cared. But now, after so much fighting, so much killing, and so muhc ammo, he had long-since abandoned any worry or thought on any of those matters and paid his full attention on countering every bastard with either a round or two of bullets to its head, or a powerful blow from one of his own limbs.

His suit had once been a mix between blue and white, but was now stained with his foe's crimson blood. Somehow, this managed to make the Spartan look more intimidating than before as he combated each and every feline he could. His assualt rifle in one hand, his other fist clenched, he simualtaneously shot at attackers as he punched them too. They seemed almost infinite, or Dalton would think because even if Angel was using his fists, her legs, or her shotgun to decimate attackers, even if Sarah was blowing the creatures to kingdom come, even if Jason was stabbing, slashing and cutting himself a path through these unknown beings, even if Charles, an ODST soldier thrown into hell with some Spartan backup was plugging eyeholes with rounds from his weapon.... even if all that was happening, somehow, someway, Dalton was still neck-deep in pussy, punching his way out alongside pumping lead into everything around him, and getting soaked in alien blood.

And god did he love it. The thrill of hearing not one, not two but what could be hundreds of death-cries from these things? It made him feel like he was 'home', though he hadn't ever had one since he left the camp as a Spartain-III. He couldn't tell what he heard more: gunfire, or the clank that was made each time a Spartan decided to save themselves a bullet or two by punching, impaling or kicking something into oblivion. Well, he wasn't helping by adding more sounds to account for, his heavy foot crushing the head of one of many of these beasts. He didn't bother to check if these things had brains, because as soon as they started retreating, he knew they eventually used them. They had finally realized the uselessness of assualting the lumbering brutes that had almost easily destroyed the numbers they had sent after them.

Though by no means was it unexpected, Rambo recalled when Sarah had gifted them with a spectacular display of fireworks which had tossed the beasties around as if they were nothing more than mere ragdolls, tearing some up in the process. Battle-focused as he was, he simply put one down quite effortlessly and unnoticeably, but apparently Sarah had seen that.

"I thinks ittwas ye, Rambo, actually. Nice shot."

"And you have quite the kick." he replied, of course talking about what set him up for the 'casual' shot he took in the first place. At the moment, Dalton wasn't planning on boasting on however many kills he had gotten, because he just wasn't like that. It mattered not to him how many in particular he got, just that he got enough to survive, and so he didn't mind looking towards the ODST, who had addressed him with a plan. Not before placing his assualt rifle on his back, his hands came up to his helmet, painted red with blood, before removing it and revealing his face.... and allowing him to inhale the scent of victory, fresh air, and the stench of death.

"We need to hit them where it hurts so they'll finally stay down."

"You definetly speak the truth." he agreed, his tone as casual as could get when not under the influence of a few dozen bottles. "We would need to find out where exactly they hurt, and how to get there though. I'm uncertain if following the cub will lead to the bear on this one, but I'm willing to take that risk if it means we can take these things out once and for all. But we need to discuss these matters with everyone before we jump to a plan." he went on to explain before exhaling and shaking his head, what hair he had swaying a little bit. "Quite frankly, I'm not sure how they haven't just run out yet."

Just then, a much unwelcomed voice came from his helmet, its high-pitch instantly identifying it as Dalton's A.I, unmistakably.

"Don't brag! That's not very nice, especially because he's older than you! Two-hundred and four confirmed kills doesn't give you the right to act all high and mighty!" the look that Dalton gave.... well, only she could make his face twist like that. He sighed, loudly and so badly did he want to turn and face her, but she was not in a holotank at the moment, she was in his helmet. The best he could do was look at it.

"Sakura.... you're the one bragging, aren't you? I don't count my kills."

"Well, someone has to!"

"Nobody does. It doesn't matter in the least if the team has a one-hundred percent survival rate."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing! Apologize for insulting Saint!"

"Insulting, when did I-"

"Who called him old?"

"..... Sorry, Saint Charles...."

If she were projected as a hologram, she'd probably have moped into a corner, or attempted so at least. Dalton shook his head slowly before returing his gaze back at the ODST with whom he was originally speaking. "I'm not sure why they gave me a child instead of an A.I" he sighed.

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Inside all the flurry, Hunter was far from the island of calm one would expect of a veteran soldier nor was his sharing in his comrades enthusiasm. "This is boring," he bitched over the intercom. While he spoke, his body was gracefully performing its dance of death; left block with right through ribs. Half turn into a low swing through and return up to complete the three sixty. One charged, double blade through heart and at that moment an enemy springs from behind, and then time slows to a crawl. Spartan time is a handy trick that occurs when a Spartan is on full adrenaline, reading the HUD and releasing the blades while springing of the corpse occurs next. A quick burst from the jet pack completes the flip and right fist bashes through back to cat's neck, blades then with drawn; end result: slight faze to shield and minor case of whiplash from the speed of the maneuver.

At that point, Ashe, his AI voiced her opinion, "If you have time to complain, fight harder. After all that's just about the only thing you're good for besides being a fool."

"I would, but you can't call this a fight, a fight suggests they could win. If it were only two, maybe three of us then this might get interesting." The situation that Hunter was talking about was blatantly suicidal, but those situations seemed to attract him the most. "But even then, a simple Dunk would probably level the field." Once more, Hunter makes a completely impossible suggestion to 'make the fight more interesting.' As he spoke, he leaped into a charging group and increased his speed by firing his jets, the added speed let his shred through seven on each side.

"As it stands, the only fun to be had this game is a simple kill count, what's my score by the way?" He asked out of curiosity, he hadn't bothered keeping track himself.

"How should I know, YOU should be the one to track YOUR score after all," came Ashe's scornful reply; it was painfully obvious that she wasn't going to cooperate.

"Fine be that way," came Hunter's irritated response. More of the cat things didn't wish to come within range so he switched his left blade out for a handgun, well calling a it a handgun when it fired the same type of round as a sniper was ridiculous. But he liked only having to keep track of one type of ammo, so using the largest caliber just increased the effectiveness of each shot. Turning off the safety occurred as an automatic reflex, he wasn't even aware of the action or his firing of the rounds. The fact still hadn't changed, his gun was empty and more cats were dead, though his shields were now depleted. "Maybe that will make things more interesting," he sighed as he closed on the last cat creature in his sector. " Whether you like it or not, I'm going to catch you and make you my cat bitch. From that point on your name will be whatever I decide to call you at the time and your official title will be my kitch." Hunter really doubted the thing understood a word he said, but it seemed to grasp something of the point when Hunter shattered its left knee with the back of his blade.

After that Hunter ditched his remaining blade, using Spartan strength and armor to simple beat the thing into submission. He grasped the things collar bone, fingers piercing flesh and began to drag his new toy back to show off. Had he paid more attention, he would have seen his prize was half dead and still dying from his abuse. He hoisted the thing in the air as he neared his fellows, "Y'all can take your lame kills and shove it, I caught me a live one and it'll be my new pet." To anyone looking at the twitching body, his new pet was clearly beyond saving, within a couple minutes it'd be dead and no amount of treatment could delay that outcome. "I think as such that should make me the winner." The beasts were strong, even when in armor, the Spartans still didn't find it easy to outpace these things physically. Given how damn many of them were around as well, the idea of catching one really wasn't a very reasonable one, kills were much easier. Even if he didn't win, Hunter expected to get enough points to at least steal his way into the top three with the twenty kills he himself had counted...thanks to a certain AI he need not mention.

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"You okay?" Came a voice just a short distance away.

Angel's head came up but her body did not move as she looked passed her chest (which she at times considered to be too large with the armor covering her) and then put her head back down.

"I've had better days... But I'm fine."

Then, a transmission came into Jason's HUD from Xia.

She means that she's had enough pussy for one day. Xia said with a smile, and a somewhat suggestive giggle at the end of the sentence.

Had she more energy, she would have picked her head up again and slammed her helmet down onto the log she lay on to silence Xia, but she was too tired. So instead, she used what little strength she had to pick up her left hand and held her middle finger up at her helmet, flipping Xia off.

Well that was rude! Xia said with her arms crossed under her breasts in Angel's HUD.

Angel never was one for Xia's jokes, but she had to admit that this one did make her smile.

Angel took the time to let her head fall to the side so she could look at the others as they continued to speak amongst themselves.

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Jason gave a nod to Angel before cocking an eyebrow behind his visor at Xia's comment before turning to the rest of the group and standing up, which honestly was pretty intimidating to stand near a 7'4 killing machine.

"Look there are no winner and losers today, we won the battle but when we've got this place cleaned up drinks are on me" he walked over to hunter's "pet", cocked a pistol and shot it before continuing "look we killed the first of them, that’s trivial bullshit ok...but the reason I hiked down to this hell hole was not to better my weapons training read out" he looked at over at Hunter and then to the rest of them, his emotion hidden behind his visor.


He returned to sit back down start up writing the field report knowing most of them wouldn't do it and looked at Rambo, probably the one of the Spartans he looked up to, as he usually did to older more experienced Spartans that had come before him, it was something drilled into him by his retired Spartan drill instructor "respect those who have fought in the line of duty before you."


Jason stood and looked around counting the body count when Serina broke his thoughts "why did you hike down here then?" on his HUD she stood with her arms crossed looking at him curiously "I did for the colonists Serina... because every day their fighting just as much as we do, just only on the home front" he looked across at the skyline to see the moon and smiled as he fell back and watched each star shine in the nights sky like many small diamonds.


He sat back listening to the night sounds and remembered why his callsign was Renegade. He remember the voice of his drill instructor telling him something "kid you damn lucky basterd to survive that fall... and you save that child against the will or other trainers and your own fight or flight instincts... you rebelled against all that was reasonable to save a life and do the right thing... my you are a renegade after all, you get the job done, even if it means giving your all to the cause."

He looked around at the other Spartans sitting around him before leaning back to watching the sky. His HUD was still buzzing with all the military radioing about the movements outside the camp; he looked around boredly at the other before looking out into the darkness.

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"If you didn't want to deal with it clawing the furniture you coulda just said so," Hunter cooly responded to Jason's killing of his new pet. It wasn't a new thing, the guy had always been like your new age knight and shining armor. He tossed the corpse aside, thing wasn't worth his attention anymore, and flicked the blood off of his hand, finally realizing the thing had been practically dead anyways.

"look we killed the first of them, that’s trivial bullshit ok...but the reason I hiked down to this hell hole was not to better my weapons training read out," the big guy finished. Hunter grimaced behind his visor, openly tapping two fingers to it at mouth height and then tracing a frown to express his discontent.

" Come on Jason, you know us already, and of all people you should know I hate weapon training read out more than anything; remember if you hadn't dragged me there I woulda just skipped entirely." In truth there was more detail to the story than that, but he may as well remind Jason that they all had their reasons to hit the field. Granted his next words weren't an argument, if Jason had one talent, it was making Hunter finally take his job seriously.

"I'll give you that our win here isn't the objective, but it's not like they gave us anything besides 'protect the colony'. So we I guess, figuring out the best method of executing the operation would be best right now." The noticeable change in voice and attitude was something his team had long since gotten used to, his pitched dropped from a baritone to bass and his voice went from flat English to a light British accent. It must have been a hangover from Spartan basic, the Corps taught them all in flat English and to be able to blend in linguistically should stealth ops occur and they not have access to Mjolnir armor for some reason. The occasional Spartan, like Sarah strongly held on to their old accents, some held heavily diluted accents like himself but the majority had long since been washed out and spoke flat English until otherwise needed. "After all, in the entirety of the time we've been here the only thing about these things we've discovered is virtually nothing. We know their feline, how to kill them, basic anatomy, they're nocturnal, somewhat intelligent and very numerous. Beyond that, we're basically flying blind and that's not a good way to start any mission." He could easily be wrong on some details, he hadn't payed much attention during SitRep.

"So I'd like to propose that during the next engagement we either tag a beast and let it run or one of us follow them back since the tech front really hasn't found much about these things. From there we can see about optimizing our method of operation." He kept broadcast on the team frequency, no need for anyone outside of Halsey being in on their operations.

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All the talk about plans and hunting down the source of these creatures got Hyena's gears grinding away. Of course they had to track these things down, though she really doubted that there were enough to be a threat left. Not after several hundred of them had been slaughtered by her unit. It didn't matter anyways. These things were threatening human colonies, and that meant that they needed to be eliminated.

Grunting with effort, Hyena pulled herself to her feet and climbed down the grisly hill they'd created. She moved to one of the more intact creatures and began studying it.

"Hmm...Pads 'n claws, bu' not too rough. Floor dwellers then." She moved on to the head and shoulders, eyes, mouth, and finally tail. "What says you, Kouga? Methinks th' beasties don' live up th' mountains, nor in a place witha buncha sharp edges. Th' coat is too fine fer that." She trailed off after a moment, examing the dirt and fibers caught up in the thing's fur. Kouga helpfully magnified a patch of it in her HUD.

'I believe you are correct. Based on our knowledge of this planet, this may be a forest dwelling creature, or a cave near a plain. What I am curious about is why these creatures are here in the ravine. Are they migrating, or is this just an advance party? Since most of these are the same size, I think it is safe to assume they are adults. Our best strategy is to match dirt samples with locational geographic data and move on from there. I also advise that we all restock on ammo and supplies before taking any sort of action.'

Hyena scaled the hill again to address her comrades. "Oi. Kouga's gotta plan. Th' beasties got dirt 'n plant pieces on 'em, an' he says we c'n use it ter track 'em ta th' home base. We o'course don' have a clue if they be hurtin' fer numbers o' if we'd be steppin' ass deep in a nest o' hornets. Official recommendation appears ta be resupply an' move out, bu' I think we oughta hit 'em hard 'n fast afore they c'n manage another wave. Sooner, as opposed to a farther remov'd time. Thinks?"

She had Kouga start cross-referencing geological and geographical data in the data banks online so they could get a better idea of where to begin the search and destroy mission.

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Rambo's move was somewhat a disturbing one, taking off his helmet and taking one big whiff of the caustic air, tainted with blood. It must have smelled something awful and disgusting but now wasn't the time to think further on it. Saint Charles agreed with Dalton; this was a team of course and they needed to decide with everyone. Though there were questions worth asking, like how their numbers never seem to be dwindling for one thing. The ODST soldier had a particular number of theories and would have shared them until a high-pitched voice cut him off.

"Don't brag! That's not very nice, especially because he's older than you!" A high pitched, almost child-like voice said: A low blow. It was one thing to know something but another to hear it come from someone's mouth. AI's were another part of SPARTAN V's apparently and as hard enough as it was to remember five names, ten seems to be just a bit lofty, though for the moment he turned away to the others.

The one that looked almost like a samurai was holding a beaten cat monster in the air like it was some sort of trophy and said it was his "pet". Dunk, the paragon of immaturity. With one hand over the visor of his helmet, he turned back to the bare-faced Rambo, forcing his AI to apologize.

"It's alright, really."

Rambo himself looked over to him, sighing and wondering why he was given such a childish AI.
"Odd, SPARTANs don't get to choose their own AI's?" As he replied, other conversations seem to mash up together, a slight British accent got his attention, though it seemed to come from Dunk. In a moment, he thought it was meant as something mockingly to the "new guy", but surprise, surprise, he was serious. Nocturnal, intelligent, and numerous. His plan was to tag one of them, let them run wild, back to their nest. It was a pretty good idea actually.

On the other hand, Crazy Hyena had Kouga, whoever he was, tracking the dirt and plants on the animals to get a bead on their home. They could resupply and move out or go out right away. Saint Charles had a better idea on mind though and checked his mic before speaking. "Lets cut the middle-man then: Since these things are nocturnal and we have them on the run, we should go back to base and load up. If we're going to their nest without extra ammo and there turns out to be just a bit left, then we'll be alright. Otherwise, if there turns out to be more of them, we're fucked and leaving our lives to a 50-50 chance, a bloody coinflip, isn't sound with me."

He looked around for a moment to check if people were listening to him and continued.

"We can come after them when the sun is up, they'll be sleeping, and we'll be able to get the drop on them. Hyena can have those samples from the corpses analyzed and we can do an infrared scan over the general area she finds them in. These things don't hunt in packs; they hunt in swarms, thus they sleep in swarms. Hive-mentality. If they're going after humans, that means they must've ran out of prey in their area to feed on so they should be the only, and biggest, things we can pick up with an infrared scan."

A pause.

"Also, I want to eat a damned breakfest."

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Angel looked over at Saint Charles, who had gone off on a small lecture about what should be done and finally found the strength to sit up.

"We can come after them when the sun is up, they'll be sleeping, and we'll be able to get the drop on them. Hyena can have those samples from the corpses analyzed and we can do an infrared scan over the general area she finds them in. These things don't hunt in packs; they hunt in swarms, thus they sleep in swarms. Hive-mentality. If they're going after humans, that means they must've ran out of prey in their area to feed on so they should be the only, and biggest, things we can pick up with an infrared scan. Also, I want to eat a damned breakfast." He said.

Angel stood up for a moment, getting the blood flowing in her legs after having been laying down before finally speaking.

"You're making a lot of assumptions, Charles." She said aloud.

"We cannot assume to know anything of these creatures based on behavior that was observed during a combative situation over the course of about two and a half hours. The reports said that most attacks happen at night, yes, but does that really mean they are nocturnal and will be asleep during the day when and if we find their nest and attack? I'm not willing to bet on it, since there were incidents in the report of attacks in daylight. And who's to say that they have a hive mentality just because they fought us in swarm? Most other attacks and disappearances in the colony were of single individuals which was proven by the singular pair of tracks in almost all cases. The worst colonial attack detailed three sets of tracks, but no more than that."

She tapped her helmet for a moment, and Xia came up on her HUD, waiting for orders.

"I'm more willing to bet on the concept that they're not of a hive or a pack mentality at all, but are instead driven by a crude monarchal system in which the strongest give the orders and the weakest are the first to face the enemy, much like ancient warriors on Earth used to do. Those we faced in the first waves of the battle proved to be child's play, and the longer we fought the more challenging they became, not because of our exhaustion, but because of a slight increase in muscle mass and skill level. Xia was able to analyze some of the enemies during my fight at close range and provided me with scans of their musculature, and she found that the longer the fight dragged on, the bigger, faster, and more skilled they became."

Xia sent the information to everyone's HUD, showing them the scans of their musculature and the size differences during the course over thirty minute intervals.

Angel took a few steps towards the group, rolling her shoulders which got a crack out of her right side.

"I do agree with you Charles that we should return to the colony and get some food and rest, since if we try to face them now we'll likely be wiped out." She said before looking around to the others.

"Still, I know I'm not in charge, but I'll still advise everyone that we treat this enemy with caution and approach them as if we expect anything and everything from them. We should not make plans based on conjecture or casual observation, especially if their numbers in this battle were any indication of the power of their main force. They did not bring ranged weaponry into this battle, but I have a feeling they are capable of using it if need be, and we now know that they make for a fairly formidable fighting force in a group at close range. Regardless of how they fought tonight, we should prepare for anything come tomorrow, and that means breaking out the big guns. I have a connection in the UNSC who can drop two SPARTAN lasers and a gatling gun for anyone who wants them. Just give me the word and I'll have them dropped to the planet's surface within the hour." She said.

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"I swear Anj you gotta know everyone, their mom and their pet rock," Angel always seemed to know people and could get her hands on just about anything, at least that's been his experience where she was concerned. " I'd ask your secret, but I think the answer is something I'm better off not knowing," Hunter finished his admiration of her connections. In truth, he'd rather get his hands on some Covenant tech, the blades cut better and the hammer had all the destructive power he could ever ask. His accent had reverted back to the flat English again.

"But don't go shaking the finger at the old man there, the nocturnal bit was my guess; credit where it's due and all," his back was starting to hurt, he'd need either something to lean on him or to lean on something soon. Normally he'd try to lean on the closest person to him, or pull someone onto him, for some reason either worked to shut is back up. Since Jason was sitting, he really couldn't use him as a leaning post; with that in mind someone else would have to do and he couldn't lean on the ODST. He didn't doubt that the old dog was tough, but he'd rather have a stronger shoulder holding him. This may have been a reason that he'd been removed from Independent Action training, as such he didn't talk about it. Not that it mattered, anyone with the authorization to get their hands on Spartan medical records would find out in a heartbeat about his back. Rather than complain he simply started moving again, it was only simple pacing, but it'd keep things in check for now.

"Well whatever our plan is, I'm with Anj and C-man," for some reason, Hunter couldn't get himself to either Angel or Saint Charles by their actual tags. "Whatever kind of fun is going to show up tomorrow is best combated by us recovering from today. After all who knows, maybe tomorrow the things will be worth killing," Hunter was still a bit miffed by the lack of fight their engagement had today.

"Also let's bring a body or two back, the egg heads might be able to find something out. After all, something about them has got to be special otherwise we wouldn't be here." He didn't voice his thoughts on how the cat people must either have a very insulated hide or something to hide them from their sensors. After all, if something as easy as a thermal scan could pick them up then the ODST's should have been able to handle them.

"Besides, now that she's mentioned it...there was something a a bit off about the cats. Is it me or did there breathing seem a bit...labored? I'm no expert on these things but since they could keep up with all of us in armor, they must be tough. But if they're breathing hard before they fight, then they must have covered a lot of ground very quickly, especially since it looks like these things have no trouble dropping to all fours and moving." This last observation may have been just a bit of paranoia on his part, but if for some reason he was right. If he was right then they might get a day or so of peace but the trade off would be something huge coming later on, and that something won't be tired from having run all the way to the battlefield.

" The eggheads might be able to double check that with a body or two. But in any event, what do you Old dogs think? Anj, Briggs and Jason I want your input as well." He explicitly addressed the more experienced fighters since they would have a better sense for this and the everyone had gone toe-to-toe at one point. Between everyone, they should get a better average in terms of data. As much as Hunter didn't like admitting it, in this case data was the most important tool this time around.

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Jason turned to Hunter and looked at the body, "bring the corpse" he nodded before turning to the others "will get some food first them attack Charles" " Indeed or Charles might try to eat the rest of us." Serina chuckled allowing the message to reach other HUDs. Jason looked around before pointing north "there’s a place where we can get some food since Charles has run out of rations, just one rule I'd like everyone to follow, including you Hunter..., they serve alcohol still right now so just please no boozed up Spartans or Marines got it?"

He looked around "Serina, what do you think of the this cat thing..." soon their was a humming sound as Jason projected Serina out onto the groud before the AI smiled "I have say, I really do like having a whole body again" she smirked back at Jason casully before bending down by her counter part Samari " The thing is definately mammal.... sharp rasor claws made for rending flesh, as my frined here said Manarceal animals." She stood up looking at it quietly "these things pads are worn, meaning they've ran a few miles for this fight" she pulled open the jaw flap of the animal and looked at the teeth and recorded them for later footaging "the blood scans on the teeth have human blood on them as well as other mammals in the area's samples."


She stood up before something caught her eye and she looked down at it silently before turning "tracer on dirt sample locked, I know were these things are... and your not going to like it" she walked over and stood next to Jason "have you ever woundered how these things got around so fast? Their using the abandoned mining tunnels that run under the whole colony... meaning as we speak there are about millions of them under our feet but to take on that kind of mass we need bigger guns."


Serina looked at Jason with a smirk "well I guess we march into hell then?" "yeah we march into hell" Jason said quietly "look we should just eat and then get armed up for this, it isn't going to be easy... any thought on this" He asked looking around at his fellow Spartans and ODST as he waited for a response.

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"Bring the corpse," the message was clearly addressed at him.

"You made it you carry it, besides who died and made you CO," came Hunter's simple reply. " Just because I acknowledged your guy's whole get info and then kill thing doesn't mean I'm gonna play bag boy." Hunter wasn't about to let Jason walk around like he owned the place, bad enough he had to act like a knight in shining armor. The guy had the superiority attitude to go with it, well at least as Hunter saw it in moments like these, " If Briggs wants my ass to stay sober, I'll stay sober same goes if someone higher up than that wants it. Otherwise, if I decide Ima drink until I can't piss straight, then I ain't gonna be piss'n straight. Any lecture can wait until either the next day." His body language was clearly entirely bluster but Hunter was making a fuss anyways...he didn't even understand his attitude himself.

At Serina's conclusion, he felt a reasonable amount of skepticism, " If they were amassing beneath the colony's feet the thing woulda been gone before we got here. Living near a similar ore deposit, that I can believe. I mean strategy 101, don't waste men and don't waste resources. If they could get under the colony, there's no point in calling out a couple men they believed they could over power anyways; besides, excavation isn't even allowed to occur under colonies. It compromises structural integrity, standard colonial protocol. I haven't got a better idea, but the least we can do is remove all doubt of protocol violation."

He picked up a corpse as he talked, one Jason hadn't shot, he was simply milking his point at the moment. "After all failure to follow protocol disqualifies a colony of UNSC protection. If that's the case, mission's over; wipe out the new insurgents, collect all UNSC property and get out." That last sentence was spoken without even so much as a trace of emotion. Combined with the lack of human traits of his armor, the effect was truly that of a killing machine. At times Hunter felt that had been all he'd truly become; if so then he may as well revel in that purpose. Be began to walk back to base, a plan had been established and so now all that was left was its execution.

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Jason looked at hunter "my words were not a commands Hunter, you miss read me. All I'm saying is all due respect we should probably get something to eat and then take on the next challenge. I am not however trying to act like I am in control of this team and I apologize if I came off that way but right now you wanted to get something to eat and I told you the place to eat, as my word on the matter isn't final, that is up to the team to make their own conclusions on the matter and I just don't want the people I've known since training or any other person on this team falling to alcohol, we need all the strength we can get, and look I understand the skepticism in the data but right now it’s all we have."


Jason's voice was as sincere as a Spartan could get "look, we've covered each other’s asses multiple times, and hell I'm not going to lose a teammate over some problem," Jason looked at Hunter before pointing to the body Hunter was holding "I told you to bring the corpse because I know the research squad back at base is going to ride our asses if we don't bring one back." Then Serina suggested something to the whole group "Hunter you just gave me an idea,... it would require a bit of careful planning but if since my samurai counterpart said these things listened to monarch of some sorts, well if we kill the monarch, there would be a power struggle and they'd eliminate each other." Jason looked around the group of Spartans around him before sitting down again, they'd have to wait until they ate before they could do anything else so food was a priority item that at the moment was in short supply.


He sat back before looking around " I say we get something to eat and then do planning, since we have half the team going for a meal before action, it boosts morale for the others and maybe Hunter will stop bitching." He looked at Dalton and Sarah waiting for their response on this matter.

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Angel listened to everyone's conversations about the matter and agreed that heading back was a good idea.

All of their armor and weaponry was in need of cleaning and their ammunition was low. Returning to base would be a simple enough task for them, since the ravine had a convenient entrance to the southwest of their position which connected with higher ground. Though something of a climb, it provided a direct route to the forest only about three miles away from the colony. The SPARTAN V's could jog that in about ten minutes, maybe less if they really went for it. However, they would have to slow down a bit for the ODST unless he agreed to be carried. SPARTAN V's could jog a mile in about three minutes, sometimes less if they pushed themselves. But an ODST, as fine a warrior as they are, could not perform such a task.

Angel turned to the southwest, Xia plotting their route in her HUD.

"If there are no objections, Xia's plotted our return trip already so I'll guide us back along her suggested route. If anyone wants to take point at any time, just say so, but for now, let's move out." She said calmly.

She started walking towards the southwest over the piles of bodies, checking over her shoulder to see if the others were following her.

While the team had no direct leaders, each member was expected to take the reins at different times depending on who best suited the situation. In this instance, any of them could suit the situation for a return trip, but she was the first to offer which made her the most likely candidate to perform the task since the others typically didn't care who led return trips from battle. The higher prize was leading into combat, rather than leading out of it. Angel was rather indifferent to it either way, but it was not uncommon for her to take point on such short journeys on foreign worlds as it fit her position as Point Man/Woman. Her place was at the front of the group, and that's where she was most comfortable anyway.

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Of course...Nothing could be simple, could it? Some of the others seemed to be looking to her for an answer, and so she replied with a shrug. It didn't matter to her one way or another, as long as she was able to blow shit up. Feeling a bit stifled, however, Hyena tugged off her helmet and stowed it on her hip. Growling with satisfaction, she shook her head wildly which ruffled her hair and sent beads of sweat everywhere. She took a deep breath, but then immediately regretted it. The stench of death hung thick around them; the odor almost formed a nauseating charnel fog. Hyena gagged slightly and hurried down the hill, catching up with her friend farther ahead. Even though she preferred not to play favorites, Sarah preferred Angel's company to most of the other team (probably because she was the only other female). While Hyena didn't have a problem with the others, she felt more comfortable around her own gender.

"Oi, Angel. Nice work taday. I'da hated ter be onea them kitty cats goin' 'gainst ye. Also...since ye gots 'neksions up high, I was wonderin' if ye coul' do me a fav. If yer c'n get aholds o' onea them new HE grenade launchers, I'd be real grateful. S'not vital er nothin, jus' woul' be nice, s'all." Ending her request with a pat on the shoulder, Hyena turned to the rest of the crew.

"Oi! Howsabout a race? Last one ter hit th' bar buys drinks, eh?" she hollared through cupped hands. Whether or not they took up her challenge mattered little to the exuberant explosives expert. Right now, she wanted to run, and run she would. Gathering her strength, Sarah bolted straight at the cliffside and took a flying leap. Her armor allowed her to create foot and handholds where there weren't any, as well as make better advantage of the existing ones. She scaled the sheer face like a monkey, taking dangerous leaps with wild abandon. Once she'd cleared the top, Sarah turned and waved at her companions.

"Kouga, boost th' shield on me feet, eh? Le's take th' Briggs Express home!" Restoring her helmet, Sarah got low in a runners stance, counted to three, and took off. Almost flying over the ground, Sarah watched her speedometer rise steadily, capping at roughly 132 kph. While it wasn't her record in speed, it certainly got the job done. Hyena really enjoyed the times when she could let loose, so she didn't feel pressed to take the most expedient route home. Instead, her path took her through a hilly country, where every time she crested a hill, her speed carried her through the air and gracefully deposited her on the next one.

Finally, the city came into sight. As she neared the outskirts, Hyena began braking and bleeding her momentum so she didn't crash through the wall of some unsuspecting building. She stopped on the outskirts, panting from exertion, and removed her helmet again.

"I think we oughta wait fer th' rest o' th' crew, eh? Don' wanna get too separated an' miss me chance ter gloat," she remarked to her AI.

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He nodded before standing up and getting ready to move out.


He reached down and picked up his assault rifle as he moved toward the bottom of the hill... it was going to be a long walk back to home base. He walked slowly down the hill over bodies and all, he looked around the area.


He kept his eyes on his HUD before tracking the other members of his squad's movements on his marker map. Jason looked down at his gun while walking before slowly cleaning out the barrel of the blood in it. The Spartan walked slowly to follow Angel when he saw Sarah race ahead cackling like her namesake. Jason shook his head slowly before continuing to walk his helmet keeping track of everyone around them and their vital signs, the last thing they needed was Sarah racing her way off a cliff. He looked around at the other making sure they were keeping up with the group before continuing to move. He heard the military chatter reverberating in his head set he looked around before slowly making the climb out of the canyon.


He walked slowly up the sloping path back to the colony he slowly trudged on up the hill drumming his fingers on his gun barrel. Just then he watched a falcon fly overhead before smiling slightly, they were almost there. He looked up at the colony, the sun was just peaking over the horizon sending a golden glow over the buildings, and it was like the sky opened up in all its glory.


Thin fingers of light crawled slowly across the metallic buildings as he looked upon the city and kept moving. Jason wasn't one of those people who would survey the scene, but instead he was one to push one almost in a mechanical approach to things such as this. He looked around his surrounding area, and kept on walking slowly passing Sarah into the city the light reflecting off his visor.

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Were he not stuck carrying a body, Hunter would have gladly joined in on Sara's little race back to base. After all sword specialization demanded high speed and agility, so as he saw it...sucker bet. But as he was stuck carrying back a meat sack for the egg heads, he wasn't able to properly take up the race.

"Normally, you'd be hearing what I want to drink and getting a good look at my hindquarters Briggs," Hunter wasn't about to give up to smack talk. "Unfortunately I gotta make sure the meat sack is in mint condition for the nerds,I'm stuck jogging on this one." Well for a Spartan, jogging was still relatively fast by human standards, it also didn't seem like many others were racing either. At times like this, Hunter was pretty sure he and Briggs were the only people on the team who knew how to have fun.

With that in mind, he simply re-hefted his package and continued as the light got dimmer, it seemed Briggs was doing her ice skate trick. It was something Hunter really wanted to figure out, he'd be able to sweep around a battle field much faster with it and better do his job. "So guys when we get back, who wants a hug... they're freee." Jason's bit on teamwork got him back in the mood to play a bit, and reminded him how important it was for bonding to be for the unit. After all, they'd regularly been sent to hell and back on a regular basis with nothing but each other for support, seriously besides having a team orgy it wasn't exactly like there was much they could do to get closer in his book.

It goes without saying that due to his present to the science department that he was one of the last people back to base, and most definitely the last one to show up at the Mess. The nerds seemed pretty eager to cut the thing open after he dropped it on the table, he could even expect results by noon tomorrow. If he was lucky, he wouldn't be left paying for the drinks, if he happened to be unlucky... well he would solve that issue if it presented itself. Still in armor, he walked into Mess and only then did he take off his helmet. The idea of changing out or even getting the gore cleaned off hadn't occurred to him yet, he was hungry and tended to miss little details like that when he was hungry.

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Angel was in no rush, so when Sarah asked for a race Angel paid her no mind.

Instead, she simply jogged ahead at a steady pace. Her speed would allow her to run a mile in about six minutes, which was slow for a SPARTAN, but it was a good speed for the ODST to follow along fairly close behind on their way back. Her climb up the cliffside was uneventful, though she did accidentally pull a small chunk of rock off the wall at one point and nearly dropped it on someone below her, to which Xia scolded her with a sarcastic remark about her clumsiness. Once at the top she waited for the others who weren't racing to catch up before continuing on. Before long they made it back to base, and once inside she walked to a specific room a short distance away from the Mess Hall and sat down in a chair across from a rather large man who dwarfed her even in her armor.

"Hello Craig." She said pleasantly, removing her helmet and letting her long black hair fall at her back as she brushed her bangs out of her face.

"So what happened out there?" He asked.

Craig was Team Halsey's CO, though he was a retired SPARTAN and no longer participated in missions due to numerous complications with past injuries. Craig's role in the team was more that of a consultant than a CO, but he still officially held the title and was in charge of their reports and mission specifics details.

"We found a rather large gathering of the creatures and proceeded to eradicate them. They came at us in waves and tried to use numbers to overwhelm us since they didn't carry any tech, but we have a strong reason to believe that they might indeed be capable of using technology they have either stolen or created on their own. As of yet we can't be certain about this, but we have decided it would be best to find and eliminate the source of the problem."

"Now let me stop you right there, Angel." Craig said as he cut her off just as she finished speaking and was taking a breath for another sentence.

"Our job here is to take care of the threat to the colony, not to eradicate a native species just because it's causing some problems. While I admire the courage and initiative behind this intended course of action, I will not approve of it." He said.

Angel looked down at the floor, her mouth closed and her eyes diverted. Craig leaned back in the chair and took a breath.

"Angel, you're a good soldier and so are all the others. But remember that our actions need to be based on facts and knowledge, not theories or "logical thinking". I can understand the eagerness to eliminate threats, but remember that the official description of your mission was to "eliminate the immediate threat to the colony". Immediate threat, not possible and/or future threats. So long as the creatures leave the colony alone for the time being, your job is done and your mission is complete. What we will do now is wait, and if there are no attacks for a period of five days, then it's mission complete. You and the others are hereby relieved of duty until further notice. Your armor is to be stored and cleaned until your next mission is issued. Are these orders understood?" He asked.

Angel closed her eyes and nodded her head twice.

"Yes, Craig." She said quietly.

Craig nodded and sat back in the chair.

"Alright then Angel. Go get cleaned up and try to relax for a while. If those creatures attack, then our orders change and you and the others will be free to take action and eliminate the entire threat as you had previously planned. Until then, no further action is to be taken."

Angel nodded and stood up, taking her helmet and tucking it under her arm as she saluted him and left in silence.

Once outside his office she had Xia send out a call to the others to have them all gather in the team's meeting room. Xia didn't always play by the rules, and so she sometimes had her ways of contacting the others in ways that she wasn't supposed to. One such example was how she hacked into another colony's tv monitors and electronic bulletin boards in the hallways to send an urgent message to members of the team who were separated from Angel when a mission started going bad about three months previous. There was no doubt that Xia would do something similar if she couldn't reach the AI units of the others this time.

Regardless, Angel made it to the meeting room and waited for the others to arrive so she could give them the news.

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Jason walked past a couple of tall buildings that loomed over him like the shadow of the passing of night turning into day. He looked as the rising sun set the sky on fire the glare shining off his visor before moving on. His HUD the other team members moving around him, Dalton was at the front of the city with Sarah and Charles, Hunter of course was in the mess and Angel was at the main corps building. He moved towards the corps building to report in to Craig, he opened the door to the building and walked in.


Very few people were up this early so it wasn't surprising to see only the secretary at the front desk, she waved him on to Craig office. Jason snapped a brisk salute to his CO before downloading his field report to the UNSC main frame "just here to checking in sir, my report details the combat and the outcomes and the bit of data we got today, I'm sure Angel gave you the battlefield analysis." Craig nodded slightly before leaning back in his chair, unlike Angel, Jason stood higher the Craig and could stare right at him without looking up, to be honest at the moment Jason had to look down at his CO something he knew that Craig did not enjoy.


"Your free to go Jason and as of now relieved of duty for the moment"


Jason snapped a salute and then slowly left the room walking back down the cold metal hallway and walked at a quick pace to the mess hall. It had the usual chatter of the day’s missions and such as well as war stories being spread like wildfire. He slid in next to Hunter at the bar "drinks are on me" he muttered before throwing down some cash, then leaving walking down the corridor and pulling off his helmet before taking a sip from the bottle of vodka handed to him.


He looked around the bar as many soldiers piled in to the hall to eat breakfast before Serina popped up in out of his helmet "Angel wants you in the meeting room." Jason downed the rest of the drink before putting his helmet back on and throwing the vodka in the disposal bin and moved toward the meeting room.


He finally strode up to the door and opened it before walking inside and sat down in a seat "I'm guessing your talk with Craig didn't go so well" he said looking at her before taking his helmet off and flipping it over to look at the facial plate. The green helmet looked imposing to look at with sleek designs of Spartans past and yet the tech of today. He looked back up at Angel before leaning back in his chair. For some reason this place brought back the memories of boot camp.


The camp Hansely had been trained in was that of a living hell, every morning it was a 10k run followed by more hellish exercises. Their Jason learned to be a Spartan, and there was where he first met his future teammates. For every one he had different impression for Sarah and Hunter were always the wild ones, and Angel free roamer going were ever and whenever , and Dalton was more of a older fatherly figure, . He mind drifted through the first days of training before back to solid ground and to what was going on right now.

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Hunter removed his helmet after Jason had bought the drinks, and helped himself. Well Jason paid enough for light drinking being the responsible one, after all saying Hunter could be careless with money would be an understatement. Still he sipped his drink and followed Jason, guess this could be considered some form of brotherly affection and followed him into the meeting room,helmet under his arm.

"So I take it this has nothing to do with someone confessing their undying love for me or someone's birthday," he commented on entering. He wasn't sure about the other Spartans but he'd long forgotten his birth date. He refused to sit in a chair, and instead chose to lean against the wall. Even though the room was designed for their equipment, he didn't trust a chair to hold over half a ton of man and armor.

"But if we're doing secrets, Angel I love the hair, you should do mine sometime I'm completely jealous of how amazing yours looks,"his tone was perfectly casual as he spoke. After all it wasn't something new for him to say something quite plainly and completely unrelated to topic at the start of a meeting. " I'd also like compliment Jason on his amazing man titties and Rambo on the abs, seriously they're picture perfect." He paused to take a drink again before finishing, "Oh and I think Sarah and Angel should make out just once in the room, preferably on Valentines Day." With that he finished his drink and an aura of seriousness settled around him, he was done playing around for the night.

"But I guess this is more business related and I won't be getting any hugs after all. So what's the run down?" A muffled comment from Ashe could be heard from the helmet under his arm but he ignored the AI. A quick shock of pain down his back caused him to twitch a bit, but with his personality, hopefully the movement would be ignored. He had a feeling his attitude might bug the ODST a bit, but the old man would warm up eventually, or the mission would end.

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"An' thats why ye never bet on a ODST ina drinkin' contest," Sarah explained to the bartender, whose face was fixed in a mixture of horror and awe. Taking a moment to recover himself, the man thanked her for the 'engrossing' story and went back to work. She was about to down her fresh pint when Kouga pinged her that they had an incoming call. Sarah's hand hovered near her mouth for a couple seconds, but she finally set her pint down and replaced it with her helmet.

'Xia's calling. She says that Angel wants to rendezvous at the meeting room, which I assume means we have another assignment.' Gazing longingly at her glass, Sarah got up and left the bar unhappily. Still, an assignment is an assignment, and she wasn't one to shirk duty. Her thoughts wandered back to the cat things they'd slaughtered in the ravine. Something about the whole attack didn't add up. The report she'd read on the mission stated that most attacks were small numbers, individuals or trios at the most. So where had the swarm come from? Why did it form? Too many unknowns for her liking.

Still, Command would know best, and she wasn't about to question them. If they asked her to think, then she would, but otherwise it was safer not to. Soldiers who worked themselves up for no reason got other soldiers killed. She was roused out of her reverie as she ran into the outer wall of her destination, causing a resounding thud. Sarah glanced around quickly to make sure no one saw that, then slipped into the building. Dalton, Hunter, Jason and Angel were already there, which just left her, she supposed.

"Lo, all. Wass th' news?" Of course she was unabashed for being late.

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Everyone was talking all at once, information was shot around like bullets, graphs and charts showing up in his HUD. The fact that these things were also responsible for kidnappings instigated another form of intelligence. The fact that they grew stronger as the battle drew longer draws upon an evolutionary advantage...not to mention their tactics changed. The tunnels running below the city could be how they got around, meaning there could be millions of them, but somehow it must be wrong. If that was the case, the city would have been overrun long ago if their intentions were truly hostile. Dunk's little comment about the underground tunnels and having the UNSC pulled out the colony unnerved Charles a great deal. Destroy all insurgents and claim back UNSC property. The mission sounds too familiar but Saint wasn't going to let himself come to that point, not again. If that meant having a little talk with the immature ass-of-a-SPARTAN, then so be it, but now wasn't the time. Especially not a place teeming with the dead where he could end up one in a pile.

Angel's comment about a crude hierarchy and taking out the higher ups sparked flashbacks of a jungle hell. Nearly naked, caked in his own blood, walking on the balls of his feet while balancing on a thick tree branch. Looking through the scope of a beam rifle, directing it over to a passing patrol, and taking down the captains with but a pull of the trigger. The grunts run in every different direction. Cries of help and fear were infectious. A cold sadistic smile played on Saint Charles' lips.

The ODST snapped out of it when he realized everyone was scattering, starting with Briggs who proposed a race and ran so unbelievably fast behind them. He was glad no-one had the pleasure of seeing him drop his jaw through his visor, uttering a silent "what the fuck?". They were going to run it.

Now Charles wasn't a wuss, over 25 years in the UNSC can guarantee that, but he wasn't no bio-engineered super soldier. Even though they were going intentionally slower then what they could do, the ODST still lagged behind, helmet and sniper rifle stuffed in his rucksack, a kind of metal backpack every ODST gets to keep their shit in, huffing and puffing, lungs being worked to their hardest, long strides and fast steps. Sweat covered his face as he sprinted through the hills to the way back to the city, nearly falling when going downhill, actually rolling twice one time before pushing himself back up. Two metal hand axes graced his grip when going uphill, just to use as leverage for some of the steeper parts of the hill.

Following closely behind the red spartan, lungs exhausted and his sides aching, he paid no attention to a medium sized rock that would have caved in his head until it fell just beside him. Looking up while he climbed, he growled as he looked up at Angel just above him, and shouted something: "Watch it!" but the words that came out weren't as strong but were weak and out-of-breath. He was sure she hadn't heard him. Damned SPARTANS.

After the hills there was a clear plain path toward the front of the city in which it was a clear flat path toward the front of the city, where there was no-one waiting. Angel veered off to another direction, probably base, Dunk probably went off to drop the body to some scientists at the base, and Jason- well Charles had no fucking idea where he went. Charles stopped running for a moment to look at the sky for a moment, a golden visage through the clouds, and stopped. He started to then coughed violently, chest congested, and continued to do so for a couple of minutes until he spat out the phlegm and forced his back straight, weary from the marathon he had to run. Back to base it was.

During the walk to the base, the ODST still coughed, but not as violently, spat a couple of more times and tried to keep his walk as straight as possible before he reached the someplace where he could get some water. He saw Dunk there but decided not to enter his vision of sight or bother him.

He motioned the barkeep and asked for water and a meal, knowing that his tolerance for alcohol wouldn't do no good here, and in need for a couple of eggs. Addressing the barkeep one more time after finishing breakfast, he asked: "Do you guys either have a terminal or a phone around here?" He waved Charles over to a phone somewhere around the corner and he thanked him before grabbing his glass and approaching the phone. He took off his rucksack and stuck his hand at the bottom, grasping at empty air until he felt the pull of tape.

Saint pulled his hand out and produced a grey calling card with a piece of duct tape stuck to it. "Intergalactic Communications For You!" It read out and had the various numbers of different solar systems where human colonies were built on, and with that said, the font was small enough to accompany the different regions but it was a bitch to read. He directing his attention to the circle he made over a particular group of numbers and started dialing them, while taking bigger gulps of his water. It was tedious dialing every number and it took about ten minutes to complete it all before he finally heard the University's AI, in which anyone would have recognized as the secretary, speaking.

"Thank you for calling the University of the Adromida Solar System, how may I help you?"

"Call for Jessica Seras."

"May I ask who is this?"

"Her father."

"And what is the nature of this call?"

Charles blinked for a moment, trying to figure out a proper response. "It's a...personal call." A big gulp of water.

"Very well." The line went dead for a few moments until there was ringing. Hope...but for what hope did it slowly diminished after five minutes of ringing and the answering machine went up. "Jessica Seras is not here right now, please leave a message." *beeeep!*

Charles didn't know what to say even if her daughter had picked up but he had to either say something or hang up.
"Hey Jess...its your dad, just-just pushing papers and uhm- keeping the universe safe and all." A pause. His helmet started to beep something but he tried to ignore it growing increasingly annoyed as he talked. "Nothing important, just checking up, wondering how University's treating you. Just called to make sure you're okay and...yeah. Wanted you to know I'm proud of you, an-"

He couldn't take the annoying beeping anymore and put the helmet on to face what the hell was annoying him. On of the AI's he hadn't recognized came up, Xia it was. "Darling, jus- what is it?!" Charles nearly shouted. Xia had informed him of the meeting taking place with team Halsey. "Fuck, fine, give me a godamned minute. A reply. Bloody hell, please give me a fucking minute while I make my last call!" Just as the AI started to talk back, The ODST took off his helmet and let it drop to the ground, just then returning to the phone in his hand. "Please don't tell me you heard all that." Almost expecting an answer from the inanimate object.

"If you would like to delete your message, press 1 now."

At a moment's hesitation, his finger twitched, wondering if the phone did pick up his last remark. One was pressed, he hung up the phone, drank the rest of the water feverishly and started to take deep breaths. "Damn it." he whispered to himself. After ordering and gulping one more glass of water, carrying his helmet with one hand perhaps to avoid confronting an AI from suddenly appearing while carrying the rucksack behind his back, he left the mess tent and proceeded to go into the conference room. He still hadn't met the team's CO but then again, he did only arrive yesterday into this unit and the directions to the actual conference hall was somewhat blurry. Saint was lost but after asking a couple of soldiers he got back on the right track. He didn't run though, not because of laziness, but for the fact that his legs felt sore.

He heard a sudden "ding" out in the distance, loud it really was, and how was there but Hyena crashing into a wall. For what it was worth, the ODST barely contained his laughter as he instinctively hid behind a wall, his moody attitude suddenly replaced with a happy demeanor. Though as the SPARTAN disappeared from his line of sight, he laughed light-heartedly. About ten seconds after she went in the conference room, Charles went in as well with a rather optimistic facade that partially wasn't a facade and addressed the group, smiling at Sarah for a moment before turning to everybody else, grabbing one of the chairs, and sitting on it.

"Time to talk about a plan..." He said, expecting discussion about their next steps any moment now, hoping for some foolproof plan that could prevent his life from being torn to shreds.