Station 7 (Post-War Space Station RP, Open)

[Faclan]

(Alright peeps, this is the info for this thread; the current year on the forum is 2547, and the war officially ended in 2553, so add six years to all your characters age. But so some time and rebuilding would have passed were now going to hop twenty years into the future from when the war ended up to 2573. While its not impossible for your characters from 'now' (2547) to still be alive they would likely be very old and may not have survived the entirety of the war (For example I see it very unlikely that Cad would survive both the schism and the Covenant Remenant) - but as I said not impossible. Its also called Station 7 because yay 7. We will also most likely be staying on the Station unless we got enough people or interests to make a side Sandbox RP of these descendants going on a mission/adventure .)

Onto the POSSIBLE backstory for this particular thread, I'd like to hear all your ideas however in the community lounge thread I made to compliment this thread, and the situation you will find yourself in at Station 7;
After the war officially ended, and the nefarious ONI agenda on Sangheilious stopped by The Infinity, Thel 'Vadam grouped up Lord Hood and Jiralhanae Chieftain Lydus to try and work out a ceasefire between the two races (Halo: Escalation). Despite a surprise assault from the Covenant Remnant Thel, Hood, and Lydus live to make a treaty, allowing the two races to put aside their differences and turn their attention toward the bastards who tried to kill them (This and all onward is conjecture based on what I see as happening since I don't have Escalation to know how it ends). The combined might of The Infinity, Thel's forces, bolstered by Lydus's warriors utterly wipe out the majority of the Remnants leadership and leave the remaining members scattered and hiding. With no clear enemy the three factions part on friendly terms, setting up agreements to police their sectors of space and willing to assist the others if needed. (For the sake of having a more simple story I'm going to assume Halo 4 didn't happen and as such we don't have the Diadict and his Prometheans running around the galaxy.)
To this end the societies of the galaxy began to rebuild, with the watchful eye of the Humans and Sangheili being the 'Galactic Police' as it were. While the Jiralhanae originally shared this position their propensity for in fighting made it so when we come to 'now', around twenty years after the treaty, they control a much smaller section of space compared to the other two factions. Despite this they are all trying to rebuild their destroyed worlds and decimated cultures.
The Kig-Yar(all types), Unggoy, Yanme'e, and Jiralahane (In sectors other than theirs) are allowed to travel but are seen generally as dangerous second class citizens for their former treachery and lack of desire to police themselves as renegade and pirates of their races still fly. As such if they don't want to be imprisoned or hunted down they are required to register themselves and any ship they have in addition to having ID cards that the 'Police' of the sector they are in are allowed to check any time they wish while generally also not allowed to have weapons.
Station 7 is one of the rare stations that are in the fringes of all of the three factions borders, as such each type of the main races have a police force there and are in constant discussions about who is should really belong too. Though by now they have mostly settled on sharing it - the station itself is massive and serves as a large hub for travelers and business men/women as well as having a large market on it, decent sized repair facilities, living quarters, meeting halls, food, and many other things beside as it is many species home besides just a travel point.
Feel free to be whatever race you wish with whatever job you think would be available at this time period, and if you have any questions about my possible future I'll do my best to explain it for you )



Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
Just arriving at Station 7

Clearing her vocal sac once more Pos kept looking straight ahead as she repeated her name again for the Humans watching her from behind the glass.

"Pos Tes, Ship Mistress of the cargo ship 'Spare Parts'."

"Purpose of visit to Station 7?" The humans replied through a speaker, a Kig-Yar voice came out of the speaker shortly after as well, and Pos was surprised by how correct it sounded, much different than the translations on the smaller Stations - not that she needed the translation, her father had taught her well enough for her to carry a conversation with most humans.

"On contract from the Jiralhanae to bring some raw materials to a settlement that's being rebuilt."

"Duration of Stay?"

"Three days, giving myself and my crew some rest before we start the longer journey to the settlement." The shadows looked at each other for a little behind the glass before the light above the window lit up green and her ID card was slide back through the slot to her. Nodding she managed to smile as she retrieved her card and slipped it into her jacket pocket, the shadows telling her to move along. Nodding she quickly slid through the door as it opened and then just as quickly shut behind her as she left the customs section.

Taking a deep breath of the Station she was about to take it all in and enjoy it, before she was knocked flat on her face as a Sangheili barged past her without so much as an apology. Wisely she kept her beak shut as she picked herself up and straightened her jacket. Giving a small sniff this time she nodded and headed toward the smell of cooking, hoping to grab a bite to eat before maybe catching some sleep...though she slowed down once she spotted a crowd gathered around something that seemed to be making a lot of noise as she noticed uniformed Humans, Sangheili, and Jiralhanae moving in toward the group.



(The commotion can be one of you or we could all just be watching. Hope you all have fun .)

[BetaWülf]

Garatus the Elder(age 49)
Just arrived at Station 7

Garatus stepped out of his ship with several other Jiralhanae and walked across the boarding dock, he wore pauldrons and a headdress of green painted metal denoting his rank of Chieftain, and a loincloth just to appease the Humans who insisted on everything wearing some sort of covering of the lower body. Needless to say the Jiralhanae didn't like this need for 'pants' as they were only known to wear them for protection during combat. He got in the line for the 'customs' section and leaned on his staff that once belonged to his dear uncle Eugenius, though without the metal topper leaving it as just a sturdy old wooden staff.

He tapped his foot impatiently as he stood behind a young Kig-yar shipmistress who was being put through this stupid process the Humans had made for entry into any thing they took part in. He sighed in relief as the line started to move and he and his guards were up for entrance into the station.

"Please state your name and profession" the human behind the glass said before playing a recording in the Jiralhanae tongue stating the same.

"Garatus, Chieftain" Garatus said in nearly flawless English before being asked to repeat himself which he did with a slight attitude.

"Purpose of your visit to Station 7?" the man behind the glass asked in his depressingly monotone voice.

"To discuss the rightful ownership of this station before heading to a rebuilding" Garatus said.

"How long will you be staying on Station 7?" the man asked.

"Five days or so" Garatus said rubbing his four braided beard.

"Sir, we will need you to leave your staff in the bin to you right" the voices said, referring to large plastic container filled with various weapons. Garatus looked at them as feebly as he could and leaning heavily upon his staff.

"You wouldn't part and old man with his walking stick?" Garatus said looking towards the shadowed figures behind the glass who were looking at one another obviously trying to make a decision.

"You can keep your staff, but unload any weapons into the bin before proceeding" the voices said, Garatus nodded and removed his impaler pistol and a spiker rifle, but kept his knife hidden from view before proceeding into the space station. He glared as he saw the shipmistress from the line get knocked over by a Sangheili, bunch of rude bastards. Garatus paused to watch and make sure she wasn't injured before moving to stand beside her at the edge of a crowd of Humans, Sangheili and other Jiralhanae.

"Wonder what's going on over there" Garatus said to the young Kig-yar woman he stood beside. "I hope that Sangheili didn't get you too rattled" he said looking down towards her.

[Faclan]

(Somewhat of a bump but also a question; people seemed really into this idea when we talked about it in the C-box, is the time since 'now' on the forum too great or is there another issue? Hopefully we can try to work them out so people join up )

[Faclan]

(Time to try and rekindle this thread.)

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
An awkward position as life goes on.

Grunting a little in response as she watched the Police of each race move in, the Jiralhanae showing a lot of control by not just shoving the Human police aside, the crowd started to disperse as the promise of a fight turned out to be for naught but Posn kept watching to see what had caused it. The imagine of a human standing over a bleeding Kig-Yar soon revealed itself, the Human shouting something about robbery and sneaker, a mugging then. The Kig certainly picked the wrong Human to try and rob as it seemed like the Human was a former soldier or one of the Humans military members now. At least the Kig-Yar seemed to be alive as he coughed and held his threat that the Human had been squeezing tightly until the Sangheili and Jiralhanae have pulled the man off. The Kig-Yar tried to wriggle away but one of the Humans grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him back, both of the fighters hands swiftly cuffed behind them as the Police and their charges moved out.

Surprisingly for Posn they moved right in her direction, toward the customs section likely to deport both fighters if they could find a reason, but the Police moved at quiet a rate and once more Posn was shoved aside as she tried to get a better look at all involved. Spinning around from the Sangheili shove to her shoulder she teetered a little before falling down to a knee as she growled a bit and look at the floor. Sometimes it was really hard to keep silent, but there's were also Police who looked as if they were really sick of having shit to deal with today so wisely she was able to keep silent again. Looking up a little she found herself looking at Jiralhanae feet, and the more she looked up the rest of the big ape as well. He seemed like a older one judging by his fur color, and once she finally craned her neck up enough to see the Jiralhanae face she recognized the headdress as one of a Chieftain...that she was currently kneeling in front of like some kind of servant.

Quickly clearing her throat she got to her feet and made a effort of brushing off her shoulders and jacket as she tried to avoid eye contact with the ape, but for now she stayed standing in front of it, just a little taller than its waist - as she looked around a little to see if she was going to get knocked down again.

Behind her the businesses and travelers were started to return to normal. The Human Noodle stand starting to waft the aroma across the main thoroughfare again, the Jiralhanae spirits vendor giving the vats a shake, the Sangheili blade repair and refit station starting up again, there were also Unggoy mask accessories and a Yanme'e tinker as well as a traditional Kig-Yar scarf stall also had its owner return to it as Station 7 kept moving on. Each race trying to make their own way in the new Galactic world they found themselves in.

[BetaWülf]

Garatus the Elder
Looking down to the young one before him

Garatus looked over the young Saurian lass that stood before him, she seemed somewhat familiar visually and scent-wise bit he was certain he'd never met her before. He was annoyed by how the Sangheili still showed little to no respect to the lesser species(only lesser in size of course). His still keen nose caught the scent of noodles and his stomach grumbled slightly, he hadn't eaten in a bit but his eye now caught sight of something that dredged up... unpleasant memories.

He saw traditional Kig-yar scarfs, very much like the one his dear friend Cad had worn. Garatus was not there when his friend fell, but he did find the aftermath. Cad had been a pet project for Garatus after the schism began, Garatus refused to let his friend die for a cause that did not deserve him and captured him instead. Garatus kept him captive, but in very good living conditions trying day and night to convince him that the Prophets were false. Cad was a stubborn one, and only once the war was ended and hard evidence was presented and the fact that the Forerunners could still be devoutly worshiped with out the jaded Prophets lies covering the truth. Garatus and Cad fought against the Remnant together for several years side by side, but during one particularly terrible battle it all changed.

Garatus and his pack fought an arduous uphill battle from dawn till dusk, Garatus lost sight of Cad in the thick of it and was tormented to find him killed not twenty feet away. Garatus carried Cad's body back and laid him to rest in the halls of the Jiralhanae, a crypt made especially for him. Garatus blamed himself for Cad's death, and carried his scarf as a belt and his quills incorporated into his beards main braid as a constant reminder. Garatus looked back now from his memories to this somehow familiar T'vaoan lass.

"I was about to get some food, would you care to join me and ease you Sangheili induced aches?" Garatus asked the young one who stood before him somewhat like how a grandfather might dote over his grandchildren, but not in a condescending way at all, just kindly.

[CTWDaBearJew]

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Name: Jamison "Jamie" Bryant Reagan
Race: Human (Spartan IV)
*Affiliation: UNSC Navy (SPARTAN) ONI Section 3 Beta 5 Asymmetrical Action Group
*Rank: Captain
*Position: Station 7 Police Force (ONI Attache)

Appearance:

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Armor:
*MJOLNIR [GEN2] Powered Assault Armor/Scanner w/ Tactical/RECON chestplate, Tactical/UGPS, TACPAD, Tactical/Trauma Kit & Tactical/Soft Case
Weapons:
*BR85HB SR w/M301
*M6C SOCOM
*M7S

Strength/Weakness: WIP
Bio: WIP

SPARTAN (CPT) Reagan
Watching from the shadows

Muffled voices flowed from his helmet, rolling his eyes Jamie sighed and grumbled to himself as placed the chopsticks across the opening of his bowl of noodles and grabbed his helmet with one hand. Lifting it with one hand he flipped it over so the opening faced upwards and moved it towards his head. The voices could now be heard more clearly, a situation was taking placing across the bazaar, but he knew that already he was watching it unfold. Lowering his head he pulled his helmet over his head and paused listening for the quiet hiss as the helmet created an air tight seal.

With his chin Jamie activated the heads up display, he watched it go through the quick boot up sequence as he listened to the continued police chatter, one steam clearly in human english the other two slightly delayed as they were translated from their native languages: Sangheili and Jiralhanae respectively. Looking longingly at his bowl of noodles he stood and gave a two finger salute to the owner of the booth, before he moved quickly across the bazaar. It was always amusing how easily he could move in a crowd unseen and unheard even standing over seven feet tall in his armor.

Reaching up he pulled down the scanner attached to his helmet and watched as the display changed, now recording what he saw and heard; and even those things he didn't. Finding a nice spot in the shadows, Jamie watched as the responding officers pushed through the crowd that had gathered around the scuffling individuals. It was amusing watching Humans, Sangheili and Jiralhanae working in unison as such effective enforcers. The crowd quickly dispersed as the two fighters were cuffed; one human and one Kig-Yar. The human going on about a robbery; of what, was the question.

The enforcers hustled the two off towards customs, probably to remove both from the station. But that'd have to wait, he had questions for both; pushing his scanner up, deactivating it Jamie keyed his tacpad. 'Dispatch, Three-William-Fifty-Nine. Over."

"Go ahead Fifty-Nine. Over."

"Divert both of the apprehended to holding cells for questioning. Over."

"Diverting now. Over."

"Fifty-Nine. Out."

Jamie moved out of the darkness and headed for the local substation where both were to be secured. It was probably just some Kig-Yar who pickpocketed the wrong person, but there had been reports that a group of Humans and Kig-Yar were both attempting to move contraband through Station 7 and this incident may have been simply a smaller part of that turf war. Further radio chatter followed, suggesting that officers should return to the seen to question the Kig-Yar in the area for 'non-speciesist' reasons. Jaime queed his radio and informed dispatch that he'd do so seeing as he was already on location.

Turning slowly he moved back through the crowd, which now parted before him as he surveyed the crowd his attention was pulled to an unlikely pair: a large elder Jiralhanae and a young Kig-Yar female he assumed. The most unlikely always had interesting tales to tell, he changed course and headed for the two as he neared he cleared his throat. "Excuse me. But may I ask you a few questions about the incident that just occured?" He inquired of the pair, his hands placed non threateningly behind his back.

[Faclan]

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
Trying to remain calm and collected..

Leaning back as the Jiralhanae Chieftain looked over her head at the stalls behind her Posn watched as he froze staring at something. Turning to look at what had stopped him she noticed the Yanme'e, who was beside the Kig-Yar stall, messing with something that lit up occasionally but after looking at the Chieftain again she decided he was staring at the Kig-Yar scarfs. She had never been one for them as she had her ruff of feathers to keep her neck warm and it was more of a Kig-Yar thing anyway. The merchant at the stall seemed to be getting a little nervous as the Jiralhanae kept staring at him but he finally blinked and looked back down at her. Posn was still looking him over however as she noticed a old damaged scarf around his belt, not noticing the quills in his beard, as she nodded a little...Well, either he was very fashion consciences or there was some history behind them and the one he had. But she decided not to press the issue as the big ape seemed to ask her out for a food?

"Err...I guess?" She replied in English as she looked over at the noodle cart, seeing a shape approach her but she turned back to the Chieftain. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer from one such as yourself Sir." She quickly added, the T'vaoan seemed to think it was something she had to say to a Chieftain as she was clearly uncomfortable standing before him but didn't seem to be able to move. She had delt with Jiralhanae before and even chieftens, but none had come up to her and started conversation before. But she looked away when she was distracted by a human Spartan walking up to her.

Despite the 'peace' around the system now she couldn't help herself from taking a step back and widening her eyes as the Human death machine stopped before her...she hated most that she could never seen their faces. It was impossible to tell if they were pleased or angry and at a moments notice they could turn and punch her throat to crush it with barely any thought. Especially with her species status as a second class deal its not as if there wasn't the possibility if it killing her anyway and claiming she resisted arrest. Clearly scared though she cleared her throat and replied as best she could...how far some of the T'vaoan had fallen outside of their own culture on the pecking order. But then again they were small fry compared to the physical strength of the Jiralhanae and Sangheili and the technical might of the Humans.

"...What do you want to know about it? I didn't know the Kig-Yar who tried to steal from the human!" She said in English as her eyes darted from the Spartan's helmet, to its weapon, then to the Chieftain.

[BetaWülf]

Garatus the Elder

Garatus shook his to the young the young T'vaoan female, "don't think my title makes me special or any of that shit, or avert your eyes for self-preservation. I'm too old to have the automatic fight response to eye contact like I used to."

He was about to head to the noodle vendor when a person stepped forward, not just anyone though Garatus realized as he turned to face them. No, this person was very special... they were a Spartan... a Demon. Garatus was not fond of them at all, many of his family and friends had been killed by Spartans. He would attempt to be civil though, as he didn't want to add to his species currently bad reputation. He paused briefly to recall what he saw of the scuffle before responding to the super soldier.

"You may ask your questions, and I can verify that she was not involved" Garatus said gesturing to the young T'vaoan woman who was probably very nervous from being trapped between a Chieftain and a Spartan.

[AlphaWolf]

((Shame this died. Would y'all be interested in reviving it?))

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

((I'm in, I didn't even know this thread existed))

[Faclan]

(I am yes, and of course you can both be in it ^.^ - same as anyone else who may be considering joining, glad people are interested in this post war thread once they found out it existed , feel free to post.)

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7


After the Human-Covenant War ended, Michelangelo Moretti spent five more years in ONI, before finally deciding to retire due to growing tired of fighting, but more-so questioning his former employers work ethics (as well as other reasons). He went and did some soul-searching, relaxed, but couldn't help not wanting to work. He was a work-a-holic, and desired to do something different. With his computer skills and his work at ONI, he quickly was able to gain a job at Station 7, monitoring the security systems. He added programs, fixing them, and improving the station's security systems on a daily basis. He then eventually became the chief computer security specialist four years ago. He enjoyed it, really. He enjoyed seeing the different races together too, but it was more of a mental therapy for himself than anything else. It took him a long time, but he did move on from his girlfriend's death; though, the memory still lingered within his mind. In truth, he never truly gotten over the ambush...hard to get over such a traumatic experience and the survival guilt that followed, but he has moved on, and has slowly come to terms that not all of the aliens were bad, especially the Jiralahane. Most of those thoughts were because of the countless discussions he had with his friend, Chris Hyde, and thinking about what the Linguist explained to him about the Covenant races. True, they had arguments, but Moretti eventually sat and thought about those discussions during his time of "soul-searching" and well-deserved R and R, and soon agreed with his friend's words. Every race had their bad apples, especially during war, and the same can be said about humanity. It still hurts, the flashbacks of his unit being slaughtered, and then the images of Sage being mutilated, ripped apart, and being fed upon by those aliens, while he was was unable to help her, but he was healing - that in itself sure did count for something. 

Now, with his arms crossed over the top railing he was leaning against, he quietly gazed around the upper balcony of the large bazaar. He was smiling a little, enjoying the start of his off-duty hours. The place was indeed busy, with each race milling about, buying different items or eating at small food stands scattered around the upper and lower levels. Down on the lower level, he could see the commotion going on, which soon dissipated with both parties involved in a scuffle being arrested and sent off with security. He was sure the Kig-Yar that was involved would probably be quickly sent off the station, while the Human would be more likely slapped on the wrist by spending a few days in the station's jail before being released. He scoffed at that, actually annoyed on how things worked around here. Station 7 was shared by all, but he knew that his own kind were controlling it, and slowly wanting to fully control it over the rest of the races. The human race tends to do that anywhere and with anything...some things never change. Frowning a little as he bit his lower lip, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he continued to observe the area for the next couple of minutes, until his stomach started to growl.

Grunting, he pressed his hand over his stomach, looking around for something to eat. There were a lot of food stands, different foods to choose from, and he did try some of the alien food; which he surprisingly enjoyed Kig-Yar's the most, but Sangheili foods gave him bad gas, while Yanme food gave him the runs. Unggoy food was definitely a no, unless he wanted to spend time in the station's hospital for a week or two, and Jiralahane food was decent enough. He tapped his fingertip of his index finger over the middle of his lips for a moment as he decided about what to have for lunch, and eventually settled on noodles. The chef there made good noodles, and always added slices of beef, chicken, pork, or seafood to it, as well as a boiled egg, and some veggies, and if one wanted some extra kick added to it, the chef would put some Kig-Yar spices on it, which were good but slightly hotter than Indian spices. He loved spices.

Heading down the staircase to the lower level, he walked through the crowd, sometimes apologizing if he bumped into someone, as he made his way to the noodle stand. On his way there, he noticed a Spartan interviewing a T'vaoan and a Jiralahane Chieftain. Probably about the fight, he thought, as he walked passed while glancing at the two aliens for a few moments, and then looked away as he finally arrived and sat down on one of the empty bar stools. The chef happily talked to him, and then the Italian ordered his usual. 

"Okay, Mike," called out the Chef, "I have to make a new batch of noodles since my stand is quite popular among the locals today." He slammed a shot glass down on the table in front of the former ONI agent, and poured him a glass of a blue-colored liquor. "In the meantime...try this."

"No worries, Keiji," Moretti nodded, sitting there quietly waiting for his meal, while going onto his TAC-PAD to open up a file of a novel he installed onto it to read to pass the time, but then glanced up at the shot glass when the man slammed it in front of him. He stared at the blue liquid, and then slowly looked up at Keiji. "What...what is that?"

"Never tried it before?" When Moretti shook his head, the man explained, "It's called Churning Tide, and it's T'vaoan, but don't ask how I got it. It's wonderful though. Warm and sweet, and goes well with the noodles." 

Moretti sighed, raising an eye brow as he looked up at the chef. "Keiji, telling someone not to ask how you got something, is like telling someone you did something bad."

"I know you are Chief Security Specialist, Mike, but when you are off, you need to enjoy yourself. Eat some chicken, seafood, good veggies, some great noodles, and drink some stuff made by space chickens." Keiji frowned, giving him a nod. 

Sighing again, Moretti gazed down at the shot glass, and then slowly nodded as he picked it up to down it all in one go. He winced, swallowing the warm, sweet liquor. It was good, really good. "Hmm."

"Well?" Keiji's eyes widen, staring at him as he waited for the Italian's answer. 

It seemed to early to drink, but, hell, he was off for the rest of the day. "I'll have more of that." He smiled, and the chef smiled happily and went to get him a bigger wine glass, and filled it up with more Churning Tide.

"Alright. Time to work on more noodles. Give me ten minutes." 

Moretti nodded again, going back to reading the story on his TAC-PAD, while glancing up every once in a while to watch as the Spartan continued talking to the T'vaoan and the Jiralahane, as he waited for his bowl of noodles. 

[AlphaWolf]

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Name:  Don Phelps
Race: Human
Affiliation: Station 7 Law Enforcement
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Detective
Appearance:

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Don always appears well-dressed, wearing a simple white button-up shirt under a black vest.  He generally wears a black hat to accompany his attire.
Everyday Carry:
1x M6B Handgun (shoulder holster)
1x M6K Handgun (concealed boot holster)
TAC-PAD

Detective Don Phelps

Station 7 Law Enforcement

Interviewing

     Don stood from his desk at the main police headquarters of Station 7.  As one of the station's few detectives, his position warranted him not only the rank of lieutenant, but a private office as well.  Slipping his shoulder holster on, he grabbed his hat and settled in on his head.  He had been monitoring the radio traffic from the scuffle in the bazaar.  Apparently, a Kig-Yar and a human had gotten into quite the brawl.  Recently, there had been rumors of two rival groups of smugglers--one Kig-Yar, and one human--moving contraband through the station, and getting into fights over it.  Results had been apparent to law enforcement--there had been multiple fights between Kig-Yar and humans.  Not wanting to inform the groups of how hot-on-the-trail they were, all the cases were considered confidential and little to no information had been released.  Don had been about to ask Dispatch to hold the two prisoners when the station's ONI liaision, a SPARTAN, had done so.  Scowling, Don headed out the door and for the holding cells where the two were being held.  He didn't like having ONI hovering over the station.  In his opinion, the SPARTAN had far too great of an influence over how the station handled law enforcement.  Hearing the SPARTAN say that he would take care of interviewing witnesses, Don smiled.  That meant he'd likely be able to beat the SPARTAN to the witnesses and interview them first.  Good.  It was his case, not ONI's.


((Yay for character animosity!))

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Chief of Human Security 

Maximilian "Drake" Fields (Age 52)

Remembering 

Drake walked down the stairs of the Human Sector Security Building of Station 7. Rather upset about all the commotion earlier between the Kig-Yar and Humans aboard this station, he decided it was time to take a walk. He left a note on the door to his office that he was going out on patrol. Drake chuckled as he thought about the note, patrol was his excuse to get out of the station. He sometimes wished things had stayed simple. Back during wartime his job was to take orders, dish them out, and kill some dam covvies in the process. Nowadays the ol'man was spending his time trying to keep his dam leg functioning and dealing with these dam smugglers. 

Late in the war Drake took three carbine rounds through his leg, instead of cloning a new leg, He had asked for a mechanical replacement. After recieving the replacement limb, Drake was medically discharged from the military. He spent some time afterwards on military funding. He used the money to prepare for a new life. Before he could properly prepare a transport though, they removed him, and 50,000 other medically discharged marines from the funding. The best he could do was join the security force of a neutral space station.

After seventeen years, Drake was offered the position as COS for the Human sector forces, of course he accepted the position. The pay raise, though he still needed to work for a few more years, would help him pay for either a new leg or upgrade his leg so it would stop locking up on him. He pulled out a sweet williams cigar and lite it before continuing on his walk. A M6 on his hip incase anything happened around him.

[Faclan]

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
Trying to relax.

Finally walking away from the Spartan Posn didn't take much notice of what the Chieftain was doing as she just half walked half stumbled over to the noodle stand and collapsed onto one of the stools. She happened to sit right beside an older Human who was reading something on his Tac-Pad as she rested the top of her head against the bar so her beak was pointed down on front of it.

She hadn't been hit during the questioning, which was good, but the full stress and panic she had been experience as the Spartan talked to her made it almost as bad. Now she just needed to relax. Taking a deep breath she raised her head back up and rubbed her eyes a little before nodding to the Human running the food stand when he turned to look at her. There were still two stools to Posn's left for others to sit at.

"What will you have miss?" The chef asked, a little device he was holding repeating the same in the Kig-Yar language when he finished.

"Just a bowl of noodles please...need to relax before I try to find a place to sleep." She replied wearily in English before propping her elbow up on the counter and resting her beak in it. She glanced at the older human to her right before quickly looking away when she saw him look back at her. Sighing quietly again she took out her small data-pad from her pocket and set it on the counter...half expecting the old Human to complain and get her sent away from disrupting the peace or insulting him but fully unaware that this Human had worked with her father during the war - small galaxy and all that.


Ras, formally of nest Kha - Kig-Yar pick-pocket (Aged 15)
Panic, panic, panic!

Struggling futilely against the human guards that held him Ras could do nothing as he was dragged toward one of the dreaded human security buildings. He tried to call out for help a few times to his Kig-Yar brethren but they either ingnored his pleas or luaghed at him as he entered the building. Ras guessing that it would be likely the last time he saw this place.

Having been left her by his Ma a month ago Ras had to make his own living, luckily his Nest had taught him how to steal and sneak when needed...but his luck had seemingly ran out at the Human at the desk just scoffed at him and pointed them through the doors, the Human who he had tried and failed to steal from behind him and being led somewhere else....Oh Aecor he was going to die!

Thrown into a room with only one door and no windows Ras was left alone to worry and panic for a few minutes before a Human wearing a hat opened the door and stepped in before closing it. If Ras was thinking more clearly he would guess that there were more humans watching him but all the young Kig could really think about was how this was the end. Throwing himself at the Humans feet he clasped his claws together, seeing the Humans pistol easily, as he begged for his live.

"Mercy sire! Don't kill me!" He stammered out in the Kig-Yar language as it was repeated in English shortly afterward as the young alien cowered.


Justin - Human individual. (Aged 31)
Ugh, an interruption to my day.

Walking with dignity toward the Human security outpost Justin was quite the polar opposite to the kicking and struggling Kig-Yar in front of him. He was more annoyed than anything that he was being dragged along for this since it was clear to him that the disgusting Kig-Yar had tried to steal from him. If only he had a few more seconds, he could have made sure that little thief would never rob someone who wasn't as quick as him. Such a shame.

Nodding as he was led to the questioning room rather than the cells, chuckling as the Kig-Yar squawked and tried to resist as it saw the cells he waited until his wrist ties were removed and he was lightly pushed into the room. Stretching a rubbing his wrists a little he sat down at the table in the room facing the door and waited for the questioner to arrive.

He had to wait nearly ten minutes but a Human in a old fashioned hat soon showed up and Justin smiled and nodded at him, holding out a hand to him as he stood up. Weather he shook it or not he then sat back down and nodded. "Greetings Officer, what do you need to know about the attempted, and failed, robbery? Hopefully we can get this sorted out soon so I can head back to work."


(So the interrogations/questionings are happening at different times Alpha, this is just so you can do both at once, in kind of a split screen deal. May be bringing in some more of my peeps or peeps kids later if this keeps going :> .)

[AlphaWolf]

Detective Don Phelps

Station 7 Law Enforcement

Questioning A Human

Don strolled into the human's interrogation room, having decided to interrogate him first.  He wanted to see what he could get from him, and would then match it with what the Kig-Yar said.  He nodded respectfully at the interogee.  Taking out his TAC-PAD, he activated the voice recorder function.

"Tell me what happened today.  Start from the beginning."

Don looked the man over.  He was at ease in the room, which was odd for potential criminals, except for repeat offenders.  Repeat offenders often sat arrogantly and confidently, knowing how to play the interrogation game just as well as the interrogator.  New criminals were often nervous and uneasy, not sure of just how interrogations were conducted.  Even innocents who were brought in were often nervous and uneasy.  Don wasn't quite sure what to make of the man before him.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
Lunch break and a conversation, perhaps?



Moretti continued to read the novel on his TAC-PAD, while waiting for Keiji to prepare the noodles and the other ingredients the chef will soon add into the bowl of noodles and broth. When Posn Tes sat next to him, he glanced over, and looked at her for a few moments, and then gave her a curt nod before looking up to check on his food that was halfway finished cooking. Four more minutes, and his delicious lunch will be ready to go with his new drink, Churning Tide. It seemed rather early, drinking alcohol at lunch time, but since he was off, he didn't really care...as long as he didn't drink too much and become drunk off his ass. Then again, it's not like he could drive anywhere, and the only damage he'd do is stumble into people and be thrown into the drunk tank at the police station for a day. Still wouldn't want to get drunk, unless he was in his living quarters that was pretty much a small apartment. He'll more than likely only drink one glass and order water to drink later while he was still eating. 

He glanced over again at the young T'vaoan, and was quiet for a moment while he shifted his attention on her data-pad, and studied it for a moment. He cleared his throat, reached over and casually picked it up to put in some codes. 

"The one thing security doesn't explain to newcomers to the station," He explained in her native tongue fluently while he continued to add in a string of codes. "Is that they don't tell them they need a pass to even use the network - paranoia about malicious intent from other species, and other stupid shit like that." He sighed heavily in annoyance, but then smiled a little when he finished imputing the codes for her to use her data-pad freely. "They also ask for credits before giving you a pass if you're not human, but that's just a load of crock for the security guards to earn money on the side."

He laid the pad back down where she left it on the table, and then leaned back a little when Keiji brought him the bowl of noodle soup and a pair of chopsticks with a spoon.

"Here you go, sir." Keiji smiled. "Enjoy!"

Moretti nodded, smiling back. "I will. Thanks, Keiji." 

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain, Garatus the Elder, Restorer of Tribes, killer of ONI Imps, Sangheili brother, Totem raiser.
Time for Noodles....

Garatus had been stuck talking with the Demon longer while the T'vaoan girl Posn wandered off, but he was now free to wander the space station as well. He recalled he was just about to head over to the Noodle Stand just before the Spartan had stopped him earlier, and as he walked over he noticed that Posn Tes was there now along with some Human male. Garatus was nearly to the Noodle Stand when he noticed a Jiralhanae drink stand not too far away, and hastily made his way over to it. Before he knew it his squabbling band of children where behind him, all four of them grown and still acting like children. He bopped each one on the head before telling them to act their ages before turning to the Jiralhanae drink vendor, ordering a mug of violently bubbling orange liquid that was practically foaming.

He dispersed his squabbling brood about the station, save for Jasenus whom followed him around all the time. He enjoyed his daughters company so he didn't mind, and she was still youthful so she could be learning Garatus. He aspired for Jasenus to become a Chieftess, a rare thing in Jiralhanae society but he knew she had the makings of a great leader. With the chaos surrounding the Jiralhanae at this time if she could gather Clansmen and set up a Territory now, she could ally herself with the Humans and make herself a presence and force to be reckoned with. Garatus plopped down on a stool at the Noodle Stand and Jasenus sat down next to him, Garatus payed little attention to the Human male as Jasenus ordered two orders of noodles with extra meat mixed in.

The Human smelled somewhat familiar which made Garatus a tad curious, but he was content to drink his bubbling orange drink. Garatus and Jasenus carried on in their own native tongue of barks and growls, discussing the fun of riding Choppers for a short while, before the noodles were placed before them. "Thank you chef, they smell delicious" Garatus said in near flawless English without the aid of a translation device just before taking a handful and stuffing it into his fanged maw,"even better than I expected, how are you liking them Cub?"

"They are vury good Father" Jasenus said before Garatus chuckled, "It is 'very', not 'vury', Jasenus. Your Human speak is getting better, though, wish I would have started teaching you younger. Known it since before you were born, but never realized it would ever be useful to know. Ha! I was might wrong about that" Garatus said.

"You finished rambling now old man?" Jasenus said with a grin, "Maybe" Garatus said with a smile as they both started eating their noodles next to the T'vaoan girl and Human man.

[Faclan]

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
Thankful...but exhausted..

Having moved her beak from being propped up in her arm to having it lay down on the table Posn just tried to keep her eyes open as she watched her data-pad with one eye. Checking to see if she had any more messages and her Gekz account but it was taking so long to load on the Sunk network the aliens had to use...which was looking terrible these days. Her father could help if she needed but she really wanted to show him that she could be an effective pilot as well and be able to get money on her. He was probably off with some Human leader anyway, busy. But her head snapped up when she saw a Human hand reach over and grab her data-pad. Sitting up with a squawked 'Hey!" She was going to be robbed in broad daylight now! Snatching the fork off the table as she had been forced to hand over her weapons when she arrived as she spun on the stool and set one of her feet on the floor and looked over. She froze when she saw the man just sitting there doing something with her pad and talking in her own language. She half expected to see some running Human and then her data-pad would be as good as good as she just nodded and carefully sat back down and set the fork down too. Glancing down at her claws she grunted, those would have been better anyway as she resting her beak back in her hands and watched the Human as he explained what he was doing.

Looking down at her pad she carefully took it and saw that her account and messages had fully loaded as she blinked and glanced back at the human. Opening her beak to thank him before turning away to stifle a yawn. With that done she turned back and nodded. "Thanks...sorry I thought you were trying to rob me." She said with a sigh in the Kig-Yar language followed by a thank you as her Noodles were placed in front of her and she handed over her credit chip to be scanned and then handed back.

It was when she was sliding the noodles into her beak with the fork she had been preparing to stab the man with that the Chieftain from earlier sat next to her with what Posn guessed was his daughter. But they seemed busy as she looked back at the Human and offered her free clawed hand and tries to smile but just yawned again.

"Thanks for the help, good to see that not all of you Humans ignore us. Posn Tes, daughter of the merchant and diplomat Nek Dal." It wouldn't normally be said like that, but she wasn't part of any of the large nests and her father was pretty well known for all the work he did during the war and after it to try and improve the image of the Kig-Yar people as she tried to stay awake and eat her noodles, looking down at it and appearing pretty downtrodden.

(Talk to Garatus next post hopefully D: But both Mike and Garatus know of Mr Nek :3 small galaxy and all that. :< Poor tired Posn.)


Justin - Human individual. (Aged 31)
Calm explanations.

Nodding as the Officer activated the recorder on his wrist Justin noted that he didn't as his name yet. But in this day and age the officer probably already knew his name, and his favorite tooth paste for that matter. Leaning forward to cross his arms over the table he nodded and start to recount the day that led up to the robbery.

"I was on my way to work, I work in one of the medical stations around Station 7, but I;m sure you know that. Luckily I left early so they wont be mad that I'm not there yet as I was planning on getting some breakfast before arriving. It may be 'late' to be heading to work but myself and mark who I swap with do mid day shifts to keep people there all the time. But I was heading over to grab some waffles as I felt something bumping against me, and looking down to see that disgusting Kig-Yar trying to grab my wallet. It was fairly easy to trip him and grab his throat, and over that it was over. I used to be a Corporal in the UNSC you know, back when we were paid to hold on till the chickens stopped moving, but these days we have to stop. I hope you'll be deporting that little thief soon." Straightening up a little he nodded as he smiled a bit. "Anything else you need officer?"

[AlphaWolf]

Don Phelps

Station 7 Law Enforcement

Questionnaire Extraordinaire

    Don nodded.  It fit, but still seemed slightly off.  "What kind of work do you do on the medical station?" Don asked.  The man seemed to be slightly xenophobic, but that was to be expected of a former USNC corporal.  He made a note in the man's file and continued.  He said he worked on one of the medical stations, but that didn't mesh with what Don had heard so far.  He'd need to check in with the man's supervisor, or have a uniform do it, at least.  He didn't seem like the caring healer type.  Perhaps he was security on one.  Which would be bad.  He'd need to be removed from that kind of post.  Xenophobia in security officers was intolerable.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
Starting to feel like a small world...er...universe


While he didn't seem even a bit worried when she had picked up her fork and threaten to use it on him earlier when he was fixing up her data-pad, he quietly picked up the pair of chopsticks beside his bowl and leaned down to smell the hot, spicy broth of noodle. He took a couple of bites of the chicken, and then slurped up some noodles. His attention was soon brought back to Posn after she apologized for her reaction of him taking her data-pad. He smiled softly, understanding her reaction. He was sure he would react the same way if someone picked his things up without saying anything. He took another bite of the noodles, and once he finished chewing and swallowing them, he spoke to her.

"No need to apologize," He shook his head a little as he replied in her language. "I should be the one apologizing, since I pretty much picked your data-pad up without asking you first. I didn't because you look very exhausted. I know...stupid excuse, but I didn't want to bother you."

He ate some more of his lunch, just as the other two aliens sat beside Posn. He glanced up at the two Jiralhanae who sat on the other side of the female T'vaoan when she started to eat her meal, but didn't recognize Garatus at first. Right then, he should have, but it never crossed his mind that the Jiralhanae Chieftain was the one who brutally killed Moretti's former recon unit and then ate his girlfriend while she was alive. At least not yet. His eyes then shifted back at Posn, who was looking at him with her clawed hand extended over to him.

When she introduced herself to him, and said her name, and how her father was Nek, he stared at her for a moment before smiling and turning around some to shake her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Posn," he said, "I know your father actually. He's a good guy." He then introduced himself before letting go of her hand, "I'm Mike Moretti."

He studied her for a few moments, noticing how tired she was. "There's a nice sleeping quarters you can stay in for as long as you need, that's ran by a Kig-Yar. He's alright. Very affordable, clean, and looks like one of your nests. After you get some food in you, you should check in and have a good rest."

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Elder.
Nek Dal, you say?

Garatus slurped and mashed his noodles in his great fanged maw, barely noticing the conversation between the Human and Posn to his right. He was more focused on his noodles and watching his daughters back as they ate, even with the war over the Universe was still a dangerous one. Garatus was proud of having sided with the Sangheili during what he called "The Folly of Tartarus" and was remorseful for most of the Humans he killed. There were times he had no regrets about his killing, he gave many warriors honorable deaths and for that he was not sorry, it was the civilians he killed. They didn't deserve it, the Human warriors signed up for it, but the all those lost souls hadn't. Garatus was thankful none of his children had seen combat during the war so their hands were clean of the affair, and Garatus having sided with the Sangheili and Humans at least made them a little safer than his kinsmen who continued to wage the bloody war of that false Prophet Truth.

Garatus wondered where the San'Shyuum disappeared to and what they were up to currently, their numbers were few enough before the Flood infested High Charity and infected a great number of them. He doubted they had simply went extinct as there were still quite a few alive even if their gene pool was poor, hopefully they weren't attempting to make a new Covenant and seeking out allies. It wasn't safe for them now as every other known species wanted to slaughter them in mass, the Humans and Sangheili front and foremost understandably. Though, what wasn't understandable was the fact the Humans magically forgave the Sangheili because they were only misguided and just had an attempted genocide both by Truth, yet they couldn't forgive the San'Shyuum as a species for the actions of a small few? This Garatus would never understand.

His large head rose slightly as he overheard a name come from the beak of Posn Tes, one he was very familiar with. This seemingly random T'vaoan girl he had met was the daughter of Nek Dal, a quite famous diplomat Garatus had the pleasure of calling friend. He was surprised when the Human spoke(in a disturbingly familiar voice, though Posn head blocked him from view) also knew Nek Dal."Excuse me, I am sorry to interject into your conversation, but did you say your father is Nek Dal? He is a friend of mine from my younger years, we hunted moon beasts together once. He is a very good person as your friend 'Mike' stated" Garatus said to Posn, still unable to see the face of this familiar Mike who's scent and voice echoed somewhere in Garatus's past.

[Faclan]

(I had the idea awhile ago that some of the San'Shyuum started up a galactic fight tournament, completely legal of course (>.>) for something to do. Just a random thingy.)

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
About to inadvertently light the wick on the bomb.

Posn just nodded as Mike said her reaction was justified, she was liking his Human more and more for actually giving her consideration and being willing to go out of his way to help her. She couldn't help but wonder if that was some deeper reason behind it, and though Posn didn't suspect it was something bad the thought couldn't help but come up. But with the niceties over she quickly returned to the food in front of her, intent on getting at least some food in her before she passed out on the counter top. The noodles and broth quickly disappearing as her vocal sac expanded a bit with all the hot liquid and noodles going down her throat but it was delicious, and she was still awake which was good as she put the bowl down to shake hands.

She was not that surprised that Mike knew her father, but the way he said it made it seem like he knew Papa personally...she would have to ask him about this Mike in a day or so when she made her bi-weekly report to him about what was going on. Smiling at Mike as best she could after he released her hand she stifled a yawn again and nodded once more at him. "Interesting, I'll be sure to let him know about you...as I would love to talk about how you know him but I really want to get some sleep. If you are still here tomorrow we could talk more then if you wished, I have two days now to kill before I leave. But thanks for the location, I think I know where it is and plan on heading there soon."

Turning her head nearly a full 180 to look at the Jiralhanae chieftain as he spoke up Posn was very surprised at this piece of info. Could this Chieftain be Garatus? One of the very few Jiralhanae that Papa Nek worked with during the war? Turning around so her head wasn't backwards and she was facing him she tilted her head to the side a little and replied, completely unaware of what she was about to do. "He is yes, does that make you Garatus? I remember Papa telling my brother and I about the hunt he went on and how he carefully snuck supplies to Doisac and your tribes lands, wow." Turning back to face the remains of her Noddles she dipped her head down to stick her beak into the bowl so Mike and Garatus could see each other as she worked on draining the bowl.

"Wow, small universe and all that," she mused before slurping down the remains of the Noodles.


Justin - Human individual. (Aged 31)
Reeeeeealy?

Justin had now decided he didn't like this officer. Not only was he still sitting in the interrogation room but the officer didn't seem to share his opinion on the aliens that were dirtying up their station and trying to rob them. leaning back in his chair a bit he slightly narrowed his eyes as he responded. "I make sure the patrons of Earth's Bounty," which Don would know as the most expensive and effective medical station on the station, in the almost exclusively Human part of the station for the purpose of serving Humans. "Have a nice time at the small facility and that they are free of worry. Surely its not a problem with me just doing my job. The Kig-Yar robbed me as well, I was just on my way to work."

[AlphaWolf]

Lieutenant Don Phelps

Station 7 Law Enforcement

Interrogation

Don sighed.  "Look, you can give me straight answers and be out of here soon, or you can beat around the bush and I can hold you overnight.  Take your pick.  What do you do on Earth's Bounty?  Security?  Administration?  Entertainment?  What?"  He crossed his arms and looked the man over.  "It is not your job to punish thieves on Station 7.  That's my job.  If you are caught interfering, you will be charged with obstruction of justice, failure to report a crime, and whatever else I can charge you with.  If you lie to me or purposefully withhold information, you will be charged with obstruction of justice, filing of a false police report, and anything else I can slam you with.  Do you understand?"

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
A Dark Past Returns


Nodding, he went to finish his meal, and when the T'vaoan spoke to Garatus by name, he slowly stopped eating. Lowering the chopsticks against the bowl for a few moments, while he silently sat there when the name "Garatus" brought his mind back to that mission he and his unit were on that went horribly wrong. Memories flashed in his mind, horrible images of seeing every team member being mercilessly slaughtered by those Covenant troops, and then seeing Sage being torn to pieces, hearing her beg for them to kill her right then and there, as they fed on her while she was still alive. He hid his face behind his hand as he rested his forehead against his fingertips. He stared at the bowl, releasing his hold on the chopsticks, and ignoring them as they clattered out of the bowl and onto the table between his hand and the bowl. His eyes were wide, lips parted and dry as his breathing quickened. Closing his eyelids, he tried to calm himself out of the anxiety attack and the flashback before it could get worse. Yup, he was seriously not over it...doing pretty good until Posn said Garatus' name aloud.

Garatus...the name his friend, Chris Hyde gave him years ago. During that time, Moretti was hellbent on wanting to kill the alien bastard, maybe going so far as to kill the alien's mate, but never did. Rage and malice filled his heart, but for one, he knew it was something Sage wouldn't want him to do, and he thought about what Hyde said, so he never acted on it; and yet, he did let the name slip out during a heated discussion with 'Red Dragon', or Taylor one day. After that, he didn't hear from her in a while, doing her own missions, and then later, she returned, telling him that he owed her a favor. When he asked what the hell she was talking about, she informed him of who she terminated. He was...shocked, appalled - the complete opposite of what she thought he would act, and then he told her to get out of his face and never speak to him again. 

Now, he sat there at the noodle stand, beside the one who murdered his whole unit, and his girlfriend...the one who laughed, and enjoyed tearing her apart and ate her with the other Covenant troops. And truthfully? He didn't know how to act, learning that someone from his past was sitting there after so long. He took a big gulp of the T'vaoan drink, and straightened up. Frowning, he slowly gazed over at Garatus, and stared at him for a long time, not caring if the alien noticed or not. He turned around in the stool to face him better, and for a while, he really couldn't say anything to him. Breathing deeply, he finally made up his mind about talking to him, or quickly getting out of there. He wanted to speak to him...wanted to speak to the one who was the leader of those troops. 

"Garatus...huh?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and when he licked his dry lips to moisten them.

He continued, "We have met, actually. Do you remember me?" He stayed silent for a few moments, waiting for some kind of eye contact with the Jiralahane. He went on. "Take a good, long look at me...you'll remember. If you don't, I'll remind you. March twenty-second, twenty five forty five...on that one barren planet. Very cold that night. You had your troops ambush a group of humans...and after slaughtering all of them, you dragged a woman, who pleaded to you, cried in agony while you ripped her to pieces..."

By now, his voice was shaking with anger and the pain from the memory. "...and you and the others fed on her while she was still alive while taunting me. Remember? Remember how I ended up stabbing one of your Jiralahane minors, too? You had to have seen a puny human defeating him, huh? Or were you guys too busy feeding on my girlfriend?"

He glared at him, both hands tightly clenched into fists, but he continued to sit there, still as a statue, as every muscle in his body tightened, which caused him to tremble slightly with the rising anger.

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless, Restorer of Tribes, Slayer of Shadowed Imps, Totem Raiser.
Shadows of the Past....

Garatus was glad to hear Nek thought enough of him to mention him to his Daughter, Garatus smiled at this as Jasenus likely was roused from her noodle consumption by the mention of Nek Dal whom Garatus talked about favorably."Yes, I am indeed that Garatus. Your father was a great help to my Tribe for which I will always be grateful" the large Rhinocerine Simian said as Posn bent down to slurp her noodles, finally bringing Mike into sight.

"Garatus...huh?" Mike said with a hoarse voice "We have met, actually. Do you remember me?" the Human continued as Garatus felt incredibly uncomfortable, "Take a good, long look at me...you'll remember. If you don't, I'll remind you. March twenty-second, twenty five forty five...on that one barren planet. Very cold that night. You had your troops ambush a group of humans...and after slaughtering all of them, you dragged a woman, who pleaded to you, cried in agony while you ripped her to pieces..." Mike said as Garatus slowly turned his head, a ridged movement until his eyes were staring into those of Mike.

Garatus remembered perfectly now, all those years ago back when he was a young Captain, when he earned the title "Slayer of Shadowed Imps".... He had lead an ambush back during the war, very shortly after being promoted from Ultra to Captain. They ripped the Humans to pieces, and then fed upon a female while she still lived before a male Human went berserk and killed one of his Minors in the process... that is where Garatus remembered Mike from. The voice, the scent and uncanny familiarity. It all made sense now. He had regretted that for quite some time after he committed violence, one of his most hateful acts during the War....

"...and you and the others fed on her while she was still alive while taunting me. Remember? Remember how I ended up stabbing one of your Jiralahane minors, too? You had to have seen a puny human defeating him, huh? Or were you guys too busy feeding on my girlfriend?" Mike said taunting Garatus, which made so many little gears click in Garatus's head. How did Mike know his name? Mike was ONI, and... and ONI was the ones who took Jornarus away, the ones who tortured and murdered his Mate... and Mike was ONI, Mike did that for revenge. He wouldn't have known Garatus's name if he hadn't been involved, if he didn't get his revenge on Garatus personally years ago and held onto his rage still after all these years....

Garatus's eyes widened and his lips drew back to reveal his many fangs, his pupils went to slits as he looked at Mike. Garatus roared as he lashed out, his massive clawed hand wrapping forcefully around Mike's throat before he slammed the Human into the wall beside the Noodle Cart, likely barreling over Posn in the process. "You taunt me Human as if I am more of a Monster than you?" Garatus roared into Mike's face, "Yes, I did those things, but you did worse! Your 'girlfriends' death was a fleeting moment compared to the torture my mate endured!" Garatus said with rage permeating in every hate filled word that seethed out between his fangs.

"You knew my name Mike, yet if you knew who I was then why did you not come and take your revenge on me, hmm?" Garatus said with moister welling in his eyes, "Was it because you decided an eye for an eye, to take away my mate because I killed yours?" Garatus said with his words sticking in his throat as a tear ran down his face. "You may have taken away the thing I loved most, you took away my mate. But you did worse, you took away my children's mother, they grew up without her because of you!" Garatus said before releasing his grip on Mike's throat and letting him drop.

"Can you look them in the eyes, and tell them what you did to them? What you did to those innocent children who didn't even know you, tell them how you took away their mother who was innocent of everything but being my mate and way for you to get revenge against me?" Garatus roared at Mike, pointing a gnarled and clawed finger at his children who had gathered upon Garatus initial reaction."Tell them how you tortured their mother, how you made it last for days!" Garatus screamed at Mike with tears rolling down his face.

Fenarius, Rotonus, Jasenus and Getadus all looked at one another in confusion. Fenarius was as angry as he was distraught, Rotonus was purely enraged, Jasenus simply looked at Mike mournfully and Getadus was confused and scared. They all knew what had happened to their Mother, Garatus had never denied them that terrible truth even if it made them hate him for indirectly causing Jornarus's death. He in fact hated himself as much if not more than Mike for this, if he had never joined the Covenants Military none of this would ever have happened. But now he had the murderer of his Wife at hand, the one who tortured her for days, and he would not be denied his revenge and the answers he had been seeking since her death.

[Faclan]

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Aged 26)
Getting her nap a bit earlier than expected.

Happily finishing off her meal Posn took a deep breath and let out her now noodle smelling breath as she smiled and closed her eyes, thanking the chef as she pushed her bowl away a bit and started to stretch. That was of course before she started to hear the voices coming from each side of her. Quickly looking from one side to the other as Mike and Garatus quickly got more and more enraged and stuffed with emotion. Gulping a bit Posn quickly tried to remember what her father had told her to do in tense negotiation situations like this as she nodded a little with what she hoped was right. Spinning around to hop off her chair she stood up between the top of them as she reached over to Mike and lightly pet her clawed hand on his chest and reached in the directed of Garatus as she tried to smile.

"N...now careful, calm. We can talk thiOPH!" Was as far as she got before Garatus shoved past her, Posn being thrown back against the bar where the back of her head smacked against the edge of it. Making a quiet pheep sound she slumped down into a slumped sitting position against the bar, unconscious, as the two males shouted at each other to the side of her.


It didn't take long for the guards to rush over however - but Mike would have time to reply before they showed up, Sangheili and Human mostly but with a Jiralhanae or two perhaps in the mix as they drew out weapons and held them ready as a Human in a hat stepped forward. The food stand was nearly entirely surrounded as the citizens of the station quickly started to move away or get into a better positon to watch. The Human with the hat nodded as he quickly glanced down at a Data-pad and then up at the two men as he held two flex cuffs in his hands.

"Michelangelo Nicoli Moretti and Garatus, you are both under arrest for fighting, disturbing the peace, and assault against another. Come along quietly and hopefully you'll just be in the security station for the night and not longer.


Justin - Human individual. (Aged 31)
Getting agitated.

Narrowing his eyes at the officer Justin just managed to stop himself rising up in his chair to shout back at the man. No, that was what he wanted him to do, to try and slam him for some stupid cause and get him fined. This bastard was probably one of those alien lovers who just loved giving them more and more rights. The fools didn't think that one day they would turn on them, try to kill the Humans again, better to get them shoved down if they were around at all to make sure they couldn't harm humanity again.

"Yes...Sir. I run the prescription counter, load and unload our deliveries when we get them, and also make personal deliveries to those that can't come and get it themselves. Maybe they are too sick to, or too scared of all the aliens. I don't need to tell you of the black market in our drugs for those damn aliens to get their high - so yes, I am protective of things like that since its my job."

(Likely bringing in more peeps later >.>, sorry is kinda short but hopefully it works for everyone.)

[AlphaWolf]

Detective Don Phelps

Station 7 Law Enforcement

Satisfaction

Don nodded, satisfied.  He wasn't running security, so the xenophobia wouldn't prove to be an issue.  "Thank you for your cooperation.  Another officer will be along shortly to take you to a holding cell until the security tapes can be reviewed.  He will allow to use a communicator in order to inform your supervisor you will not be able to report to work today.  Have a nice day."

Don stood and left the room, not waiting to hear the man's rage as he was denied a day's pay.  There were no crimes Don could charge him with, the fighting had been in self-defense according to witnesses.  However, Don didn't like xenophobes and could hold him pending an official review of security tapes, which would take a few hours.  He nodded to the uniform outside of the interrogation room and entered the Kig-Yar's interrogation room.  Frowning as the alien threw himself at his feet, he extended a hand to the bird-like creature.

"Come on, stand up.  We aren't going to kill you.  Let's sit down and talk about what happened."

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7

Moretti grimaced in pain when Garatus suddenly slammed him against the wall when he wrapped his large hand around his neck. For a few seconds, his eyes were shut while the alien roared at him.

"You taunt me Human as if I am more of a Monster than you? Yes, I did those things, but you did worse! Your 'girlfriends' death was a fleeting moment compared to the torture my mate endured!”

The retired field agent gradually opened his eyes at that, but glared back in silence as the Jiralhanae continued.

"You knew my name Mike, yet if you knew who I was then why did you not come and take your revenge on me, hmm? Was it because you decided an eye for an eye, to take away my mate because I killed yours?”

Moretti stared at him, watching as tears welled up in the aliens eyes. Tears would have welled up in his own eyes, but he was as empty as the void when it came to emotions like that these days. His hands grasped the alien's arms, standing on his toes practically as he was still being held against the wall.

“You may have taken away the thing I loved most, you took away my mate. But you did worse, you took away my children's mother, they grew up without her because of you!”

When the Jiralhanae released him, Moretti slid down to a sitting position, pressing a hand against his throat and coughed as he gasped for air. Panting, he kept his eyes down in the space between his legs, but continued to listen.

"Can you look them in the eyes, and tell them what you did to them? What you did to those innocent children who didn't even know you, tell them how you took away their mother who was innocent of everything but being my mate and way for you to get revenge against me?"

He slowly looked over to where Garatus' children were, and then up at their father, still catching his breath, but still unable to respond for a whole other reason. Was it guilt? It could have been, but if only the alien knew the truth...

"Tell them how you tortured their mother, how you made it last for days!"

Moretti licked at his lips, staring up at him as he painstakingly climbed to his feet with a groan. Once he straightened up, he looked up at him, staring straight into the Jiralhanae's eyes for a long moment. Though before he could respond, he looked at the security officer who spoke to them.

"Michelangelo Nicoli Moretti and Garatus, you are both under arrest for fighting, disturbing the peace, and assault against another. Come along quietly and hopefully you'll just be in the security station for the night and not longer.”

“Fine...” Maybe he'll have time to answer the alien while they are there. Hopefully...

[MrKill]

General (Ret.) Johnathon B'Sheau Killinger
Retired Marine - Age; 70
Space Station 7 visitor

John slowly walked down the halls of the various cultured Space Station 7 as the aging man, age 70, went about on his own business. After he retired from the UNSC Marine Corps in 2568, just five years ago, he became a shipping merchant and ran his own vessel with his crew, even though he had more than enough credits to retire until the day he died. He just couldn't stand still, no nothing, and sit on a chair with no objective. That didn't mean he didn't sit in a chair, quite the opposite being a shipping merchant, but it was with an objective. He was now working for his fathers company, Killinger Arms, though was not the CEO. That job fell into Travis's hands, John was merely a pilot.

The retired General made his way towards the repair service desk. He needed his engines on the port side to be cleaned out before he disembarked, they were running a little hot after he exited FTL space. This wasn't his stop, but he was picking up an old friend, and taking him to see what was left of Reach. A memorial had been been built and the husk of ship hulls had been left just outside a decaying orbit as a reminder that the UNSC gave billions of lives to stop the Covenant and win the war, but in the end it wasn't humanity alone who won it. Thanks to the timely Covenant civil war, the UNSC was able to push back the splintering Covenant and find victory in 2553. It seemed like it was only yesterday John was fighting on Installation 05 with his MEU on board the UNSCS Aegis Fate, but in reality it was twenty years ago.

"What do you need, sir." The human teenager at the desk aged. Probably some time of temporary job.

"I just docked with the Station, I'd like my engines to be cleaned out before I leave." John replied.

The teenager accessed some files, "Got it. I've got two mechanics on the way now. Anything else?"

"Yeah... where is the cafeteria, if you have one?"

John was shown a holo-map, given directions and made his way towards the cafeteria to purchase a coffee. For him, it was still morning.