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Dalton Conway

"Spartan or not, I expect the best from you. Don't let me down and I will do the same."

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a character in “Halo: UNSC 5th of November”, as played by FamishedPants

Description

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UNSC Service Record:





Name: Conway Dalton T

Nicknames: Raze

Rank: Captain

Service Number: D18

Age: 35

Height: 6'7

Weight: 224 Lbs

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Appearance: Dalton sports short, unkempt brown hair and sky blue eyes as well as a defined chin. He's a bit on the tall side, which in contrast to his relatives is strange due to them being mostly short. Because he is in peak physical shape, Dalton's muscles are defined and easy to see on him giving him an intimidating look which he uses to his advantage when dealing with new recruits and those muscles aren't just for show, either. He doesn't have any visible scars, the only one anyone has ever seen being one on his chest that goes straight across from his chest because of a near-death experience involving a warthog that detonated.



Specialization: Constant years of war have shaped the man into a proficient killing machine with most forms of weaponry. Though anyone could tell you that he favors close range assualts and explosives more than anything. Assualt/Demolition

Personality: Dalton is a battle-hardened soldier whose top priority is to finish the mission as effectively as possible, with the least amount of casualites, particularly in his own squad. Because he values his own allies lives greatly, most grow to like the soldier. To a fault, he's cocky and sarcastic, which used to get him in trouble until he learned who to keep the comments away from and when they were inappropriate. Some soldiers actually question if the man they see before them is really a captain, but as soon as the lead and plasma start flying through the air, they revoke that comment.

As if another person entirely, Dalton loses his playful attitude in favor of a more serious one, though don't expect him to ditch the jokes completely. He isn't one to lose his head in tough situations, but you can be damn sure he'll try his best to make sure that no man is left behind. The last thing you want to do when you're under his command is disobey an order though. Because this caused a problem long ago which resulted in the death of a few good friends, he doesn't fuck around when giving orders, and he may seem almost bi-polar in the way that he'll snap at you. Of course, he isn't too hypocritacal, and unless he sees a better way to do things (which he'll voice), he won't disobey an order, with rare exceptions.

Military History: As do most men who have lived long enough to reach his rank, Dalton was eager to join the UNSC and protect his home and people, and it helped in basic training that he was a pretty athletic person to begin with. But instead of becoming a normal marine, Dalton was taken at the age of seven and put through the Spartan-III program, which led to him surviving and coming out victorious in various situations no other would have survived. However, his early career was lacking at best, and early on, he wasn't too active.

It wasn't until he was stationed on a planet being glassed by the convenant did was he found doing anything too memorable. During an initial invasion, on his way to support civilian transports, his warthog was disabled by shots to the tire, effectively throwing him and the other occupants out of said vehicle. The ambush that they were led into made the next two hours a living hell, but it also showed just how much Dalton was willing to give to save as much people as he could.

In the beginning, Dalton assessed the situation in a calm manner as the plasma bolts were thrown at him. A canyon pass was their location, and behind them was open space which meant instant death for them if they attemtped to retreat backwards. The path was originally blocked by not one but two Wraiths, the couple being widowed after Dalton had set down a few charges in the area before them. This was also why the still-living Wraith didn't try to rush them and instead used its cannon to fire at them from afar. What the covenant failed to realize is that just above the Wraith laid a rather structurally weak part of the canyon, and 'Raze' as he would know be known as, had a handy-dandy rocket launcher with him at the time.

The trick was: Destroy the Wraith without being sniped and blocking the path at the same time. The reason he didn't simply just shoot at the tank was because by the time the rocket would reach it, it could just back behind part of the environment, and they only had one rocket to fire. So, he decided to take a risky shot (Risky because not only did he expose himself to the snipers that had taken cover behind the Wraith itself, but because if he destroyed too much of the canyon wall, he'd have blocked their path and the trip around was a lot more dangerous.) The end result was a perfect shot not only destroying the enemy armor, but killing the snipers as well. Only a few squads of grunts remained after that, and they weren't too hard to dispose of, or so he thought. A stray plasma grenade caused the warthog that had been disabled to flip, nearly killing Dalton himself and scarring his chest. Well, at least he had something to remember that day by, besides the few medals he was given after the fall of Reach.

Of course, that wasn't all he did. He still went on to assist civilian evacuations and ended up meeting an ODST by the name of 'Buck' at one point before he himself fled the planet. Unfortunately, when they were loading themselves onto their own transport, his CO was knocked unconcious, placing him in command. His first order was to retrieve their CO (who was further up) and fall back so they could escape. The response he received was "Fuck no! I'm getting out of here!" and because the man who fleed after disobeying his order was the closest to the unconcious CO, it was left up to Raze to retrieve him. Sniper fire got the coward, and a few other men were killed providing covering fire for Dalton himself. Because the man wasted valuable time, Dalton does not tolerate disobedience.

Since then, he's been promoted many times, and has a few other feats as well. One of which being when he actually got in a fistfight with a brute. He won, though by no means was he 'unscathed' and was unfit for duty for a couple of weeks due to a broken arm, leg and three ribs as well as major bruising on his face. He'll be the first to tell you that he was lucky his sidearm had the one bullet that injured said brute. Things might've turned out differently had that not been the case.

If you want a war-story, just ask him.

Personal History: Because he was take away at such a young age, there really isn't much 'personal' history about him. He had a fondness for hand-to-hand or close range combat when he was in training, and prefers to avoid any long-range weaponry. It's also rumored that he suffers from PTSD, though nobody's caught him flipping out yet...

Equipment:



Primary:MA5D Assualt Rifle
ImageSecondary:M 45 Tactical Shotgun
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Side Arm(s):Combat Knife

M6C "Socom"
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Ammo:280/280 Ammo:30/30
Ammo:60/60





Grenades: 5

Other: Detonation Packs

History

If anything's contradictory, it's because this is another character slightly modified to be a Spartan 3. :c

So begins...

Dalton Conway's Story

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Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Alexander Davidson Character Portrait: Carl Naraki Character Portrait: John Haruma
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It had been many a day since Dalton had last taken breath, and the hissing of the tube as it began to warm him to life was much welcomed when he could finally hear it. His heart began to beat once more, and his breaths began to normalize as he was returning to a living condition instead of a huge, armored popsicle. Like most other Spartans, he kept his armor on nearly all the time. But he wasn't there just because it was a pain to get out of his armor, this was because unlike the standard SPI armor that most Mark-III's were given, Dalton had himself a set of Mjolnir armor. Quite fancy compared to other Spartan-III's, considering they weren't gifted with the luxury of energy shielding.

He stepped out of his 'bed' for the past few months after opening the tube's door. His shoulder pads rubbed together as he stretched his arms upwards, and got used to the feel of being alive. He hated the post-cryo feeling that always seemed present. It gave him a very light nasea, but worse, it gave him lightheadedness. Of course this was worsened by the fact that as soon as he got out of his prison, he was greeted by bickering.

"Nobody respects a woman!"

The voice was quite familiar with Dalton. It was the ODST, Carl's voice that he heard shouting such a sexist view on things. Among that voice, was none other than John's. He wasn't sure which he was less happy with, but he was sure that John had started this somehow. Whatever 'this' was. Dalton had no interest in finding out what the two children were up to. So that's why he waited until they had left before also taking his leave. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to be caught stuck listening to two children complain to each other.

Dalton never felt proper without his sidearm, and because they weren't given orders by the Captain of the ship nor the Captain of.... well, the second of the three Caps', then he was good to go. They could always just request him or anyone else if they needed it. So he decided that he would head to the armory to equip himself with his sidearm. No need for an actual rifle or anything. It wasn't like they were preparing for engagement, they were simply landing somewhere, and a pistol would do well in any case that he could think possible in that scenario. Of course, Conway was beginning to regret this decision, as he managed to unwilliingly follow the Spartan and the ODST. Now he HAD to listen to them. He almost shook his head.

Son of a bitch.

Or so he said in his head until he realized that they were leaving. Oh the joy. As John left the room, he left only Alex to occupy the room along with Dalton. Well, Dalton didn't dislike Alex, so all was good. A casual nod from Dalton was given before he too found his preferred sidearm and checked it for a magazine. Once loaded and ready, he flipped the safety on and sat down on a bench. Hopefully his stomach would feel better.

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Alex caught the tossed DMR that John threw at him. He quickly checked the clip, which already had bullets in it, before putting it on his back. He looked over at John as he left the Armory, sharpening his knife. As soon as he left, Dalton came in donning his trusty pistol upon his self. He gave Alex a casual nod as he loaded it. Alex smiled under his helmet as his HUD began to malfunction a little bit. That was strange because it never happened before. The camera that covered up his eyes began to static, then shut off. He couldn't see properly because the GUNGNIR used a camera that went in front of the eyes. Probably just not worked into yet after being shut off for so long, but it was still strange. Alex put his pistol to the side as he took his GUNGNIR helmet back off.

"The hell is wrong with this thing?" He asked to no one in particular, although Dalton was sitting a little bit away from him. Just after he asked that, his Captain came across the intercom updating them on how everything is going. Alex sighed as he got up, holding onto his helmet. He approached the Captain of the Spartans on the ship, Dalton, and handed him the helmet. "Sir, do you know what is wrong with my helmet?" He asked in a casual tone. He nearly forgot that Dalton outranked him by a lot, and to pay more respect to him, but it was too late now. Alex stood there and awaited his response.

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John walked onto the bridge "Sir?" He asked not as polite as the others he didn't solute but was paying absolute attention.

Carl looked out the window of the mess hall "Where the fuck are we?" She mumbled looking at the empty space outside a bit of light visibly bouncing off a planet. She grabbed her helmet and put it back on and started towards the normal area that they practiced in. When Carl arrived she drew her pistol and quick fired hitting the cans the marines had set up. "holy shit!" one yelled looking at the the cans. "Ramirez still ain't done?" Carl asked. "Shit doing better shooting than you captain." the marine responded holding a can that had been grazed. "Did I give you permission to bitch?" She asked tilting her head slightly the marine shut up immediately.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Character Portrait: Capt. Andrew Spaar Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Alexander Davidson Character Portrait: Capt. Write
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The Spartan in blue only got a few minutes of relaxation before the Captain of the Ship's order blaired through the comms. At least the ship wasn't destroyed or otherwise disabled while they were having their beauty sleep. Conway stood himself up and stayed there for just a moment as his stomach began calming down. Damn did he hate this. Around that time, he was approached by Alex with technical issues with his helmet.

Dalton took the helmet and turned it around, glancing at the back of it. Ah, there it was. The back of the helmet. He raised his fist and hit the back lightly. "Davidson, I'm no techie. Find someone who is." Dalton ordered, though not in an annoyed or otherwise displeasant tone. Not yet at least. "After we report to the bridge." he then added as he began out the armory, taking his helmet off as he did so. Now he saw nothing with his HUD on, but rather simply, his own eyes. That was good every once in a while.

Shortly after, the third Captain arrived at the bridge with two others who had also arrived. Of course, out of them, he showed the most respect by not only raising his hand to his head in solute, but speaking calmly and professionally. "Sir." he said with his unyielding glance locked on his Captain.


Samuel


"Yes sir." came Samuel's computerized voice in acknowledgement. Nearly instantly, the A.I found the Spartan-II's cryo tube and began the sequence to force it open. In Miranda's room came the hissing of the Cryotube as it began awakening her, finally. The A.I, after making sure the proper programs to intiate the release were running, looked to Spaar.

"Sir, the cryogenic stasis tube for Spartan AP3X, Miranda Write, is online and defrosting as requested."

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Character Portrait: Capt. Andrew Spaar Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Alexander Davidson Character Portrait: John Haruma Character Portrait: Capt. Write
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The captain stood over the command station still looking over the massive planet they had discovered. He didn't like this. He didn't like it one bit. That's when the idea struck him. Still ignoring the Spartans behind him Andrew cycles through windows of the command post, until he found the one he wanted. The title of the blue hologram window stated Slipspace Drive Status.

Normally, when a SPD is used the drive holds the slipspace rupture open so a ship can slide through. While in use, it heats up rapidly. But when the destination is about to be reached, the drive starts to slowly collapse the rupture until the ship is free of it. This causes the drive to cool down. But the status of the SPD was far from normal. The drive was still red hot, meaning it was deactivated mid rupture. Meaning that something made the ship stop here. Because the drive was still red hot, it couldnt be used to reopen a rupture.

It was time for Andrew to face the crew. Before turning to face the Spartans, Andrew closed the windows of the station, then turned about to the crew. "Soldiers! Attennntion!" He shouted at the crew in front of him. Because of disuse, his voice cracked as he turned to the men. Even though he had been away from the crew for a little under a month, he still wanted to remind them he was in charge...

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Character Portrait: Capt. Andrew Spaar Character Portrait: Sgt. James Blair Character Portrait: Darius Logan Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Alexander Davidson Character Portrait: Carl Naraki
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Andrew turned away from the Spartans and walked with his fellow captain. He thought for a moment before replying. "Negative. We aren't going anywhere near this planet. From what we know, the Covenant don't have the ability to build planets, and i can tell you for sure this planet wasn't made by God..." With a sigh the captain looked at Samuel, clearing his throat before asking:

"Sam, as soon as that Slip space drive is active, fire it up. We need to get out of hear as soo-" Andrew was cut off suddenly by the sound of cracking metal. The ship vibrated and shook hard for a long moment, like an earthquake. After a moment the shaking stopped, and Andrew turned to the Spartans to see if they were alright.

"Is everyone alright? Sam, what on gods earth wa-" Again, the captain was cut short by the high pitched blare of the emergency siren.

Across the ship sirens blared and hollered, alerting the crew. Over the intercom came an announcement: WARNING: Hull breach. Repeat, hull breach. Sectors A-3 through A-5, evacuate, evacuate, evacuate. Initializing lock down.

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Samuel


As the ship shook violently from the attack, Sam's holotank flickered and shut off temporarily, leaving them without artificial intelligence for only a brief second. When his avatar returned not even minute later, it lacked its defining feature, appearing only as the outline of the man he was supposed to be. With great distortion in his voice, he spoke. "It-it-it appears as though we have been hit." it stated, knowing this fact was obvious. "Sensors do not-not-not know what has engaged us-us-us. Please wai...."

He shut off, but didn't turn back on.

Dalton Conway


*Smack*

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

While the 5th of November quaked viciously under the effect of the attack, Dalton thought himself pretty fortunate that he was wearing his armor, as something, he didn't see what, would've hit him in the head otherwise. The immediate area around him glowed bright with a golden color as the barricade between him and damage was restoring itself to full operational capacity. Dalton managed not to fall on his ass as the ship shook, either, and glanced up at his fellow, male captain. "Spaar!" he called less formal, but the situation dictated nothing less. "We're just mindless grunts until you give us something to do. Your orders?"

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They were going down. They weren't just 'hit' or 'grazed', but this giant piece of man-made machinery was going to leave its mark on the surface of whatever planet was beneath them, and they would be casualties if they didn't get the fuck outta dodge. Some people might hit a bump in at this point, because Dalton wasn't given a single order, he was given two. While Spaar ordered anyone and everyone to buckle up, Write told them to abandon ship, and quite frankly, he felt she had the better mind at the moment. Nothing against the captain, who probably hated seeing his ship go down, but Dalton wouldn't die with it, if he could help that.

Because he himself had no opinion on what they should do, he said nothing, but nodded. His rank, Captain like the other two figures on this ship, was... dull compared to the others. Technically, he was about the third most powerful person on the ship, with Write and Spaar outranking him....somehow. Dalton was thrown on this ship for some reason, and because he didn't care to argue with a religious man and a blind brute, he didn't have any problem with this, and as of yet, he hasn't heard any 'stupid' orders from his superiors. As such, he started out towards the nearest escape pod with the intent of getting out of here alive.

The ship rumbled again, this time much more violently before suddenly, Dalton found himself climbing up an arced hallway. "Down" began feeling harder to keep up with, and unfortunately, he started falling at the same time a rupture in the area beneath him appeared. The aged Spartan, knowing exactly what this meant, clutched his fists as viciously, he was sucked out of the ship.

Well fuck.