UNSC INTERMISSION - POST M6

[Seri]

Private Arya Summers  

UNSCS Iowa  

Exploring around the ship 

"I believe it is just the living quarters to a couple other companies... I wouldn't know though, I am assigned to Bravo Company and we share deck fifty three with Alpha... If you want definite's Private you're going to need to seek out the one of the battalion or regimental commanders... Or if you're lucky you may even find the lieutenant that you're assigned under... In fact... Tell me what your orders are... You should know who you are assigned under otherwise you wouldn't be here."  The Lieutenant said as the elevator doors opened. Arya racked her brain for her assignment. 

Oh, that's right. "Delta company first platoon, Sir. My platoon leader is Lieutenant Killinger. Do you know where he is? I'm supposed to report to him, though I haven't really uh, gotten around to it, Sir."

Noticing he was standing in the way of the doors, Arya put two and two together, and stepped out along with him, moving out of the way of a Sergeant that gave a brief "Hello, Sir" to the Lieutenant, completely ignoring Arya as he got onto the elevator. The corridor they stepped out into seemed rather busy at the moment, though the gloominess was still ever present in the air as it had been on the other decks.

[zataro]

Second Lieutenant James Hudson
Reach Planet Surface
exact location unknown

The fire popped and crackled as James and his squad sat around it. James ripped a piece of jerky from his field rations and stabbed his knife through it. Holding it over the fire he looked over to his squad. Zeke was playing a harmonica like an eight year old child. No rhyme or reason behind the notes, just dragging the instrument back and forth Thankfully, he was considerate enough to play quietly. Mary started cutting her jerky and placing the bits into a can of water. James snatched up his now piping hot and slightly charred chunk of meat and tossed it into his mouth whole. Looking up at the many amount of stars in the sky. He had felt almost useless back on his last mission, but this little retreat into the woods really cleared his mind, and it felt like it had the same effect on his squad.

"So who brought the booze?" Zeke asked.
"Nobody," James said. "We might be on leave but I still don't want any unwanted... mishaps while we are out here."
"Calm down, Sir." Mary said, finishing with cutting her jerky and now moving on to tearing local edible plants. "I doubt Zeke can get into any worse trouble drunk then while he is sober." She then reached into her bag and tossed Zeke a silver flask.
"Now all you need too pull out is some tomato juice and we're set." Zeke said sniffing the flask, figuring it to be vodka. James couldn't help but snicker at Zeke's remark.

'This is the life.' James thought. Heating up another piece of jerky, his arm brushed against his shotgun. Picking it up, her pumped a shell into the chamber. "Hey Blood." He said. When she looked up he added "Pull!" Mary ripped a Frisbee sized chunk of bark off the log she was sitting on, and tossed it into the air. James waited for it to pass over his head, aimed down the sight and pulled the trigger. The makeshift pigeon exploded into toothpicks. Zeke started clapping, and Mary just rolled her eyes. Taking a mock bow, James ejected the spent shell, but didn't push the pump back to load another one.

[Wax™]

Second Lieutenant Justin 'Jay' Jenkins    

UNSCS Iowa     

Marathon II Super-Heavy Guided Missile Cruiser  

"Delta company first platoon, Sir. My platoon leader is Lieutenant Killinger. Do you know where he is? I'm supposed to report to him, though I haven't really uh, gotten around to it, Sir."
Said the young marine, however she was utterly wrong about what Company she belonged to. Justin began to walk down the hall toward where Alpha Company was stationed, they were on the far side of the hall whilst Bravo Company was stationed closer to the south end elevator.

"That would be Alpha Company Private... And know, I am not sure where the Lieutenant is at this time..." That was a lie, he knew exactly where he was but he was sure he and the Colonel would be gone by now. "Just down the very end of the hall you will noticed a room marked 1.1 53 E. That's where you will be bunked."

(Short post is short, also Seri, it's easier if you color the words yellow after you finish your post, just highlight them then use the color tool.)

[Samuel Murray]

UNSC Marine Corps, 7th Marines, First Battalion, Delta Company, Fourth Platoon, Bravo Squad, Fireteam Alpha, “Oden Four-Two-One” Private Samuel Murray.

-New Alexandria, Reach 
Thinking of the past...

    A soft rain fell outside-beating against the large glass windows of Samuel's hotel. He made his way out of bed and pressed his hands up against the window. Giving a soft sigh he began to think about his lost friend, Louis. He shook his head in anger as he leaned his head against the cold crisp glass. The Battle of Refuge had only passed over a week ago, but to Samuel the battle still felt real. He closed his eyes as he soaked in the memories, the waking up in the down pelican to find his own friend and most of his squad mates dead beside him, followed by the martyr of his own squad leader to save the remaining few troops. He hadn't seen combat that battle, but the death and carnage that he and the whole Battalion had witnessed was enough to rattle the once naive soldier. 

    He turned his back towards the hotel room, glancing towards his dress blues scattered against the table. He quickly diverted his eyes away from the outfit as it brought back memories of Louis funeral and his empty casket. Sam pushed away from the window and over towards the nightstand and gripped a bottle of liquor. He took a sip of it as he glanced towards a series of debrief papers issued to him and his fireteam. He glanced towards the name of a new recruit to the fireteam-a fresh and young enlistee straight from basic, Private Ryan Anderson. Samuel placed the bottle down and gave a bit of a chuckle as he stumbled away from the stand. 

    Out of the corner of his eye a stir and movement came from his bed, "Samuel...what are you doing up...so"

"Veronica," Samuel muttered as he paused, "Nothing...I just couldn't sleep."

    Veronica frowned a bit and moved up a bit into a sitting position, "Thinking about Louis?" Samuel glanced towards Veronica and gave a weak nod. "We all are," she paused, "But, you can't dread on things that have come to pass Samuel."

"That doesn't make it any easier Veronica," he said glancing towards her, "You saw him, the others laying there dead in their own seats...They didn't even have a chance to die fighting..."

"They were the lucky ones," she said lowering her eyes, "They died on impact...no pain or suffering they just died," she paused as she looked back towards Samuel, "I'm afraid...I'm afraid that you're going to die Samuel, that Corporal Booker is going to die, that...that I'm going to die...It's...I just got a bad feeling," she began to tear up slightly as she quickly began to wipe towards her eyes, "I've got a bad feeling...that we might loose this war...that...that this is the end...the end for us all."

    Samuel made his way towards the bed and sat down beside her-pushing her short sandy blonde hair out of her aqua blue eyes, "We all die one day V, we all die one day," he paused, "I used to get scared sometimes, but...I don't know what to think anymore...I was afraid of loosing you, but...I think we'll survive."

"You don't know that Samuel..."

"I promise you," he said with a faint smile.

"Never make promises you can't keep Samuel."

"I never do," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

    Veronica leaned in and gripped tightly around his shoulders as she looked up towards him. Samuel chuckled a bit, "Thought we we're going to keep things professional until our tours were over."

    Veronica gave a bit of a wink and kissed him on the cheek, "We said that when we were fresh meat, but...now that we've been around a few missions I don't think I want to wait for that chance."

"By the way things are looking we may never have an end to our tour."

    Veronica gave a bit of a nod, "What we do in private is our own business on the battlefield we keep things professional as we always do." 

"You think Booker knows?"

    Veronica gave a bit of a soft laugh, "I think he's known for a longtime, but we've kept our emotions in check on the ground so he doesn't bother to report us."

    Sam leaned back and laughed a bit, "You're probably right," he paused as he fell into silence. He glanced away from Veronica and back towards the window-wondering when and where there next deployment would be. Booker, Veronica, and himself had survived the last mission, but he wasn't sure anymore if any of them would make it for much longer. Feeling a nudge at his shoulder he turned around towards Veronica as she whispered, "I love you Sam." Samuel gave a nod as he pushed his troubling thoughts aside and fell into a soft embrace. 

[Wax™]

PFC: Mendoza. Daniel

Random UNSC Medical Facility

Reuniting with Brothers

Mendoza stepped out of a random hallway in this random medical facility he was sent to after the battle on Refuge, Mendoza only had a few fractured ribs and some torn muscles but they were nearly perfectly healed now due to the UNSC intense treatment programs. Mendoza had been good to walk for the past two days and ever since has been looking for members of his Platoon or even the Company but had yet to find anyone. The medical facility he was in was huge, it had a dozen levels dedicated to wounded marines, navy and army personnel. Mendoza was beginning to think it was the Primary medical facility on Reach, which it probably was. There were thousands upon thousands of personnel inside, more wounded of course and more came in and out everyday which made it increasingly difficult to find his brothers and sisters in arms.

Daniel tried plenty of times to speak with receptionists about his brothers and sisters but was never given a definitive answer, due to him apparently being a 'patient' still. That would usually mean that his brothers and sisters in arms were dead but he knew that there were survivors because he was air-lifted out with them. Mendoza was just about to give up hope once again and return to his ward when he passed an open door and spotted a familiar face. Private Elms, she was sitting doubled over on the far end of a bed with her face in her palm.

"Right... That's lunch." He heard the nurses inside state. Mendoza quickly lean't against the outside of the door and pretended to check his watch as the nurses and a doctor left, leaving the room empty aside from Elms herself.

Daniel stepped into the ward, unlike most of the 'patients' he was wearing his marine fatigues and even had his sidearm strapped to his leg.

"Hey there cutie!" He said as he kicked the door shut with his leg as he walked further into the ward, soon standing near, toe to toe with the woman. "Didn't damage that pretty face did they?" He said shooting a wink her way before backing up, dragging over a chair and sitting on it backwards with his arms folding against the back.

[Doc the Mother of Dragons]

ODST Cprl. Cortez
Reach
Random Armory 


Her sniper rifle laid stripped and bare before her on the table, every little bit was taken apart and set neatly in a assigned spot. It almost looked like a textbook example of how to properly dismantle a rifle; everything was neatly separated and organized all the way down the the smallest screws. When she clean her rifle, she cleaned her rifle. Felicia's dark brown eyes scanned over the table as she debated about where to start, she stopped on the bolt part of her gun and she frowned, she could clearly see the gunk buildup, picking up the piece she leaned across the table to where Dekker sat and took the can of cleaning solvent from him before sitting back in her down chair. "About time you share" she said spraying down the piece in her hand, she set the can down and quickly picked up a old toothbrush of Dekkers, he had yet to realize that she had taken it, and she planned on replacing, just after she used his old one to clean her gun.She started scrubbing at the gunk, her brow wrinkling slightly as she worked, "Why does it seem like every little bit of dirt from that damn city got everywhere?" she said aloud, glancing over to Dekker who was fooling with his own gun. 

[Seri]

                                                                                    Private Arya Summers
                                                                                            UNSCS Iowa
                                                                                    Making a fool of herself


"That would be Alpha company, Private... And no, I am not sure where the Lieutenant is at this time..."

Well that's embarassing. Arya felt her cheeks turn red, as she fumbled over her own words. "I- E- Oh. Yes sir." She mumbled. Her stomach growled, rather loudly. Arya realized it had been a while since she had eaten, she had been so preoccupied.

"Just down the end of the hall you will notice a room marked 1.1 53 E. That's where you will be bunked." The Lieutenant informed her. Oh good, she found out where she was going to actually be saying. She had been staying in a temporary room, provided by the reception folks that everyone went through when they first arrived at a new duty station. Or ship, in this case.

"Oh! Thank you, Sir. I didn't know where my actual room was. Are you in Alpha as well?" She would be quite busy after chow then, meeting those in her room... Moving what she had over... And then back to looking around until she actually got some orders to do something.

Her stomach growled, again. Though it was ignored.


(Short, I apologize. I'm so busy I didn't have much time to write.)

[TinCanHitman]

SPARTAN-001 Roy

UNSC Training Facility Echo

Reach

Roy walked with slow steps, sighing quietly as he looked over the empty grounds. He was used to being separate from Marines and ODST, but it was different this time. He could hear them, their marching, talking, gun fire. They were in the same base as him, right on the other side of the wall, but so far it seemed. He didn't really long for human interaction, in fact, he really hated talking to new people, but he really did enjoy being able to see them. Watching people was an odd interest that Roy had, and he indulged himself whenever he had the time. So having them so close but not being able to see them, was frustrating. 

Roy walked on, heading towards the open space that was used for hand to hand combative training. He passed the now silent range, throwing a quick glance towards the only SPARTAN he saw there, Silas. He didn't bother calling out, Silas seemed to be looking down range, at some thing. Roy just trekked on, heading to the large arena and taking up a wide stance. He walked himself mentally through the motions of several of his martial arts. Going from Jiu Jitsu, to Krav Maga, to the bastardized martial arts that the UNSC taught to infantry. All of it he walked through from muscle memory alone, but as he did that, he also though of the strange martial arts that he had seen the covenant elites use. He was large enough, in armor, to manage to scrap with them, but it was never a good idea. However, he toyed with different variations of his martial arts, that would allow him to better fight the covenant warriors.

Deker Mulqueen

Reach

Random Armory

Deker had his rifle out in front of him, taken apart perfectly, and laid out just how he liked it. The what he had it was so that he could easily see into the receiver and bolt, and still have light shining in so he could get at the buildup that had been added since the last mission. But in truth, he didn't even need to do that. He knew exactly where his rifle liked to build up dirt, where it like to lock after 231 rounds and he'd have to ever so gently tap the bolt to get it to align properly. He never told any one about this defect, it was his babies 'quark', he loved it. He was so engrossed in cleaning his gun, who he had taken to calling Rosey, or 'his real wife' that when Phil took his solvent he didn't even bat an eye. Deker was to busy fretting over a tiny scratch over the right side's ejection port. 

A scratch meant rust, rust meant decay, and when your rifle broke they may just give you a new one, and Deker wouldn't allow that! However Phil suddenly talking pulled him back to reality. He looked up and smiled his usual grin. "Aw it's not so bad. Could'a been worse, love." he said sliding down the bench to be next to her. He began to point at different parts. "You missed a spot there, and here you let get scratched, I told you to tighten your sling. And you put your scope back together wrong." he said it all teasingly, because they both knew who was technically the sniper of their pair, but Deker knew she knew it was all in fun.

[Samuel Murray]

UNSC Marine Corps, 7th Marines, First Battalion, Delta Company, Fourth Platoon, Bravo Squad, Fireteam Alpha, “Oden Four-Two-One” Private Samuel Murray.
-Location: UNSCS Iowa
Marathon II Super-Heavy Guided Missile Cruiser; Level 49
Meeting New Faces...

(OOC: This post takes place at the same time as everyone else's posts, my hotel seen was earlier that week.)

    Samuel Murray glanced about the harshly lit hallway as he passed the series of rooms that were designated as a barracks for Delta Company. Glancing about he noticed swarms of fresh faced recruits moving about the large hallway-bogging it down. Looking over to his left he groaned towards Veronica, "Fresh meat.." 

"And lots of it," she chuckled, "Come on let's get through this mess and towards our barracks." Samuel gave a quick nod and tried to keep pace with Veronica as they dodged and weaved between rows of soldiers. Glancing  up towards the wall, he found a large number four besides a door, "There," he exclaimed as he tugged on Veronica's sleeve. 

    The two quickly slid through the door and into the mostly empty barracks. His eyes peering left and right, Samuel glanced about as he tried to pinpoint faces that he knew, but there were hardly any survivors from his Platoon after Refuge. "Over here Son," an old gruff voice called out. Turning to his right, Samuel smiled towards the voice; Corporal Booker. "Booker," Sam paused as he gave the NCO a quick and friendly Salute, "Things are starting to pick up around here now aren't they?" 

    Booker gave a bit of a shrug as made his way towards their bunks. Samuel threw his bags down onto the bottom bunk and sat down as Veronica began to climb up top. "Orders just came in," Booker explained as he glanced towards his two soldiers, "Been a few mergers of Battalions and divisions. I heard from the Brass that Delta Company is getting a few vets from the 82nd, but mostly new cannon fodder." Before Booker could continue a fresh and new voice broke into the conversation, "You must be the other two members of my fireteam."

    Samuel narrowed his eyes as he glanced towards a fresh and young faced boy around the age of 18, but possibly younger, "Your fireteam...you mean our fireteam," Veronica sneered. Samuel gave a bit of a grin, "Your name cherry?"

"Private...Private Ryan Anderson and I'm ready to kick some covenant ass."

    Samuel shook his head in disapproval as he laid back in his bunk, "Slow down kid...Your time will come," Booker said solemnly. Sam could feel as Veronica fidgeted and moved positions in the bed above him, "Have you even shot at real targets...that fired real shots back," she asked.

"No...no, but I'm ready...and I won't fail you guys." 

    Veronica gave a bit of a hysterical laugh, "We'll see kid, you'll never beat Mendez..."

"Who's...who's Mendez," Ryan said puzzled. Before anyone responded Booker glanced towards the young boy, eyeing him to drop the subject. "Kinsley and Irvin are around somewhere," Booker responded breaking the silence, "They were rounding up the rest of the squad, and we'll all meet our new members."

    Samuel gave a nod and closed his eyes as he tried to adjust to the sudden changes coming about-contemplating on the last battle and how he'd make it with a squad of mostly fresh recruits trying to cover his six.    

[Cabel]

[Epsilon Eridani System: Planet Reach: Viery Territory: Utkozet Province: Alfold: Manassas City: Manassas Military Hospital: Recovery Ward: Room 582: Captain Mark “Spade” Seamus Sorelson: Year 2547]

“A lunch invite? I can’t say I expected it, but if it’s a chance to experience something other than the standard hospital fare I won’t turn it down,” Mark replied. “I’ve sat on my laurels for too long, and I know I’ll have to show the replacements their request for a transfer to the Seventh Regiment wasn’t a waste. The Doc authorized that I could leave after having a bit of rest, and time for the new leg to synch up or some other medical jargon of the sort. You can call me Mark, or Spade, or Sorelson if you prefer,”

The aging Captain began to slowly swing his legs off the side of the bed before realizing only the blanket’s modesty kept him from showing more to the world than his jovial if scarred face. “Chris, could you…give an old marine a few minutes for modesty’s sake?” Surprisingly even without Chris having left the room, he’d been able to reach over to a chair near the hospital bed and grabbed the pants of his utility uniform without having to leave the bed. One could only assume after what followed that Mark had had quite a bit of practice having been bound in a hospital’s recovery ward, as Mark managed to somehow slip on the pants without disturbing the sheets. Having fastened the pants, he’d slip out of the bed grabbing the utility undershirt from the same chair. Quickly tucking it, he’d slide a belt through the loops before finding his boots. Taking a seat in the chair, he’d slowly slide on some of the standard-issued socks before lacing the boots up. The blouse complete with the rank insignia on the collar with the utility jacket followed of which Mark took the time to meticulously insure his kit had been in order, with the buttons to the belt buckle and the boots polished. Taking a few steps at first to get used to his new leg, he’d head to the room’s bathroom and used a comb that had been provided to straighten his hair.

“What kind of food did you have in mind?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom with the jacket buttoned properly and tucked in. Finding the garrison utility cover on a nearby nightstand, he'd opted to tuck it into his belt rather than carry it and refused as with the Corps' tradition to wear it inside. “You mentioned independent Kig-Yar? Merchants, Renegades, Pirates or they simply don’t want to fight with the Covenant? I know I’m probably shooting dud ordinance, but maybe Spike or Bep might have been considering jumping the fence to join their ranks. He did help us out, something the majority of Jackals I’ve encountered in the field would spit at before sending a pink explosive needle between your eyes,”

[Faclan]

ONI Agent Hyde - Section 1
Military Hospital on the surface of Reach
Changing dinner plans and heading to said plans.

"Not a problem Mark." Chris said as he picked up the chair and turned it around as the other man got dressed. It worked out well for Chris as this gave him time to check on that place he had decided on a whim to head for lunch...a place specializing in chicken; roasted, fried, soupified - anything you wanted really. That was the tagline at least as it showed up on his Tac-Pad. However given the topic of todays discussion that didn't seem to be in the best taste at the moment, literally and figuratively. He hoped Mike wasn't there yet as he tapped a button and quickly started to type out a message with his right hand.

'Captain Sorelson, the Marine who helped Bep, is going to be joining us for lunch. The chicken place is a no go, please tell me another place is around you that would be a better fit.'

Tapping send he didn't have long to wait after that for the Marine to be ready. For having just got a prosthetic leg he seemed to be doing pretty well on it as he walked out of the room, Hyde following behind. Closing the door behind him he noticed that Mark still held the envelope with the Bep interoga...torture transcript inside of it. Oh well, he though as he took out his notepad and wrote a quick explanation of where Mark had gone, complete with the contact information of himself and Mike tac-pads as he slipped it into the box by the door and shrugged as he turned around.

"The first place I had planned booked out," he said, not missing a beat in true ONI style. "So the other chap meeting us is looking for an alternative." Starting to walk with Mark toward the elevator he nodded a little. "I shouldn't have to ask, but procedure and all that, but a bit of discretion in our conversations from now on please Mark. Some of the information may be sensitive." Hitting the button for the elevator he started up again as they waited. "The group are all of those things, some have even worked with the UNSC before, once out of one sided deal for them and once for a deal our side. Myself and some of my colleges are trying to establish normal contact with them - but its slow going as they aren't the most open company." It was a pretty impressive how his tone of voice or tempo didn't change at all compared to normal conversation, but then again language was his day and night as the elevator arrived and Chris waited for Mark to step in before he replied.

"Perhaps Seb," a mash up of Spike and Bep, "planned for that, but of course it didn't work out. But if you remember in the report of his job interview he mentioned the other company as a new venture or at least one far away - so I have to assume that he was job hunting to make it in good with the UNSC before going after the private sector."

(Come on in Llau, hopefully alright both  - Pretty happy with this post :3 )

[Llau]

ONI Agent Mike Moretti - Section III
Manassas, Reach - City Center
There's always an alternative...


Mike Moretti was quietly waiting on a bench outside of the local restaurant that served chicken as their specialty when Chris Hyde sent him the message through his TAC-PAD. The ONI Agent, dressed in his civilian clothing and sunglasses, peered down at his TAC-PAD to read what his friend sent him. 'Captain Sorelson, the Marine who helped Bep, is going to be joining us for lunch. The chicken place is a no go, please tell me another place is around you that would be a better fit.'

He glanced up from the message for a few moments, while his eyes wandered around the busy area where there were other different types of restaurants around from different cultures, but mostly Hungarian. There were a variety to eat, from vegan dishes, spicy dishes, Asian dishes, and of course, his favorite being Italian. Although, he was pretty sure his friend wouldn't go for Italian again, and Moretti was actually wanting something else to eat for tonight. Yawning, he grabbed his small shopping bag that was laying beside him on the bench, stood, and wandered around to steak out the restaurants before sending a reply when he found one that wasn't as busy as the others. 

The ONI Agent started typing away quickly on his TAC-PAD, 'No problem. The place was too packed anyway, Chris. There's that one place that serves all of that spicy Indian food that's not too busy right now; that is, if the Captain likes spicy food - really spicy food. Course, we can always go to that vegan restaurant...wouldn't have to worry about chicken over there. Hahaha. I mean, if you don't mind eating food that tastes like dog food for the most part - the other vegan dishes are actually good though! And no, that doesn't mean I'm becoming a vegan, alright, buddy? So, don't start spreading rumors. I still like my bacon and steaks.' He sent the message and walked around, waiting for his friend's response. 

[Doc the Mother of Dragons]

ODST Cprl. Cortez
Reach
Random Armory 


"Aw it's not so bad. Could'a been worse, love."
She nodded as she kept working, it could indeed be worse, "We got lucky this time" she quietly replied. Phil looked over as he slide down the bench to sit beside her, she watched as Dekker quickly looked over the pieces of her gun laid out neatly, she had a idea of what he was going to say. "You missed a spot there, and here you let get scratched, I told you to tighten your sling. And you put your scope back together wrong."
he pointed to everything as he spoke, ever since the military had given him a rifle Dekker had made sure he knew every. damn. thing. there was to know. Everything. "That scratch is from when we got lost trying to get out of that building, someone forgot where we came from," she reached out and picked her sling up off the table, "And I don't like having it so snug, slows me down when I bring it up to shoot," She set the sling back down and went back to cleaning the bolt, still using his old toothbrush. 

[SuperCommando]

Silas-009
Gold One
Epsilon Eridani System, Planet Reach
UNSC Training Facility Echo

“Affirmative,” said the man with the eye patch when the other Spartan confirmed his identity. “And you must be our new Gold Four.”

She appeared cautious and reserved, as indicated in her file. When he received word about a new addition to the team, he was glad to discover she specialized in long range urban engagements. It had been a while since Gold had a dedicated sniper. However, as befitting the role she seemed to be the quiet type. Which wasn’t a bad thing of course – Silas himself tended to be that way too, so he realized it might take a little time for her to warm up to her new teammates. That’s why he wanted to go out of his way to make her feel welcome and at ease.

He lifted his right arm to offer Courtney a handshake in greeting. “Petty Officer second class Courtney zero-two-one, it’s an honor to have you. Call me Silas.”

After that, he moved over to the booth beside hers to give her some space. There was a target already set up, so he touched the button that sent it downrange about fifty meters. Drawing his pistol, he assumed a firing stance and sighted down the weapon with his single eye for a bit. Because his left eye was missing, he tended to shoot left-handed by default so that he can use his right eye to see. Then he spoke up again, digging out a magazine from his belt and loading it as he did so.

“I knew we’d be meeting up sooner or later, but to be honest I wasn’t expecting to run into you here. Gold Three and I are here because usually this place is pretty quiet, it’s somewhere we can go to get away for a while, have a little peace. Looks like you feel the same way, huh?”

[MorpheusDavol]

Cpl. Loken Gnash
UNSC Training Facility; UNSCS Iowa
Looking for a sparring partner...

This was his idea of a good night, relieving some after battle stress with a good workout along with perfecting his hand to hand for when the time came. Honestly he was looking for a human partner to train with seeing as he was getting bored playing with the dummies but no one had came up to him or otherwise piqued his interest yet. So he was standing in the middle of one of the mats shadow fighting himself just working on his maneuvers and counter's, he imagined someone going for a gut shot so he would shift his weight to the side acting as if h was going to grip the fist and use there momentum to get behind them. Each process of the move was carried out slowly since he couldn't actually do it since no one was there. Thinking back to that shit hole of a planet they were on he was getting lost in his thoughts, overall it was a good turn out for his squad considering they hadn't lost anyone in there squad.. how veer that wasn't the same for everyone else.

 He finally decided to break, taking a seat on the floor after the extensive shadow fighting. He need a breath momentarily which if someone wanted to could approach him now.. 

[Llau]

1st Lieutenant AJ Bishop
UNSC Training Facility
Time for a relaxing sparring match.


Alex was glad that he didn't drink too much, since he couldn't sleep, and thought what better way to unwind than to train for an hour or two at the training facility. He waved goodbye at the other marines, and headed over to the facility after stopping by the barracks to gather his training clothes he would wear. Once he arrived, he changed into his workout gear in the locker room, and then headed back out to start his training. No one was there, and he figured the usual ones who were always here were out having some r&r. When he noticed Gnash "shadow fighting", he ambled over to him.

"Hey, need any help there, Corporal?"

[MorpheusDavol]

Loken Gnash
Training Facility
Perhaps a partner...

Loken began to hear footsteps and then a certain voice, his eyes opened as he began to sit up to see who it was. He gave a sheepish smile while he began to get to his feet giving a nod. He hadn't much this L.T. much but so far he seemed nice enough, not rowdy like some people he knew which he liked.

"Aye; I need a sparring partner if your interested.. Al I know if your a L.T. sir." He pointed out sheepishly showing he didn't know his name. 

[Llau]

1st Lieutenant AJ Bishop
UNSC Training Facility
Time for a relaxing sparring match.


Bishop smiled a little, wrapping both hands with boxing tape. He then extended his hand toward him for a handshake as he introduced himself, "First Lieutenant Alexander Bishop, XO of Alpha Squad," he said, "You can call me AJ since we're not in uniform and off-duty. Who are you, marine?" 

(short post, post is short...)

[MorpheusDavol]

Loken Gnash
UNSC Training Facility
This was gonna be fun...

Loken took the hand with a small smile giving a light shake as their hands fell apart. "AJ it is then; I'm Loken Riflemen of Ragnarok Squad," He greeted as he backed away bringing his hands up slightly his fingers slightly open as one hand was higher then the other. His feet slid apart as he took in a breath closing his eyes before relaxing into his stance. He closed his hands into fist quickly before relaxing them into open palms again.

"Shall we begin?"

[Llau]

1st Lieutenant AJ Bishop
UNSC Training Facility
Always loved it when someone else was as eager to fight as he was...


He smirked, watching as the rifleman readied himself. Nodding, Bishop responded, "Alright, Loken of Ragnarok Squad," He said, "Go easy on me. I'm a bit rusty with my hand-to-hand combat skills. So, it's good that you're around. I'll need the practice." 

He shifted his stance, standing the opposite of how Gnash was standing, and brought his hands up; his posture was relaxed, fists closed, but he was ready for the sparring match. His blue eyes stared at him intently, focused, and watching for the slightest of movements for any kind of attack.

[MorpheusDavol]

Loken Gnash
UNSC Training Facility
Time to start this...

Loken gave a nod after AJ was done speaking if the man had some skill to him that would be fine, the better the partner the more time you got to train with them. His eyes looked to the to the man before stepping forward sending a quick shot for his side, the hit was intended to hit just below his ribs to stun him if it landed, however Loken fighting style wasn't just for sending one movement. His feet would shifted so that his body twisted to send more momentum into the strike and with the pivot of his lips and flick of the arm he would be sending a tremendous amount of force into that single area. 

 However Loken was not finished, as he pivoted his body already setting up for the next move and counter his his left hand was the secondary attack as it shot out for his wrist, intending to jerk it down while gripping on the small pressure point there. If Loken was able to land this it would practically force his arm down with the body following it.

[Wax™]

PFC: Mendoza. Daniel
Random UNSC Medical Facility
Reuniting with Brothers

"H-hey..." The young female Private said whilst blushing, it was quite obvious to Mendoza, he had flirted with his fair share of women during his career in the UNSC Defence Force not to mention outside the UNSC. Mendoza moved his head inward a little whilst raising a brow before pulling back, he then smirked to himself a little and laughed quietly, though Elms would still probably be able to hear them.

"Is it just me or is it getting hotter in here..." He said, obviously referring to Elms' heavily blushing cheeks, he then decided to continue by adding to his sentence. "...It's already hot enough with just you in here, what, do you want to roast me?" He said looking to her with a smirk, not that she would look back at him since she seemed too busy burying her face into her arm or shoulder.

"Hey listen, when you're able to move that slender arm of yours again how about you and I go out to the local join and get ourselves a drink, on me." He said, looking to the younger Private with a small smile, he'd extend his arm out to slowly and gently grasp onto Elms' shoulder and gently rub it before sliding his arm back and stretching it back across the back of the chair he was leaning on. "Hey listen, I'll give you some space... Heal up and stuff." He said, standing up from the chair he was sitting against, awkwardly pressing his lips together and gently patting his arms against his sides.

[TinCanHitman]

Deker Mulqueen 

Reach 

Random Armory

Deker raised an eye brow at her as she spoke about her strap "Oh, so you'd rather have your weapon fail, than have to try a little harder to swing it up? Sounds pretty green to me, love." he snorted, mocking her. He knew she could handle herself, and the damage was minimal, for now, but sooner or later it could catch up and equal a weapon's malfunction. But until then she probably wouldn't listen.

Deker just sighed as he slid down the bench back to his rifle and reassembled it with almost perfect precision. He knew every inch of his rifle and it showed, as he slid the barrel back into place and rotated it exactly fourteen times until the thread of the barrel gently kissed the receiver. He snapped the lever forward and raised the rifle to his shoulder, pointing it at the ceiling as he inspected it further. Once satisfied he looked over at Phil with a smirk, before kicking back and propping his boots up on the build table, his rifle propped up on it's bi-pod next to him. "You're getting slower, I remember a girl who'ed stare angrily at me whenever I even remotely came close to beating her. Now look, shes all calmly taking care of her gear."

[Doc the Mother of Dragons]

Cprl. Felicia Cortez
Reach
Random Armory 

Her jaw twitched when he called her green and she scrubbed harder at the gun part in her hands, "You're getting slower, I remember a girl who'ed stare angrily at me whenever I even remotely came close to beating her. Now look, shes all calmly taking care of her gear." Felicia set the piece she had been working on down and wiped her hands before moving to fixing her scope that apparently was not put back together right. "Just because I slow down sometimes, does not mean I still can't beat you," she replied calmly. She saw what was wrong with her scope and fixed it before she started putting her rifle back together, though she knew where every single piece went she took her time to place them there. Once finished she propped it up on its bi-pod like Dekker's, Felicia couldn't help but smile, a clean rifle was a happy rifle. She looked down at the table to where Dekker sat with his feet propped up, she swung her legs around so she could stand up. "You know what love?" she said walking to where he sat at the other end of the build table, Phil stopped when she reached him and leaned down till their faces were inches apart, "Call me green again, and you can find another bunk to sleep in."  She smiled at him before standing back up and going back to where she had been sitting, not saying a word to Deker she began cleaning up the supplies she had used.

[TinCanHitman]

SPARTAN-001 Roy 

UNSC Training Facility Echo 

Reach

Roy grunted a bit as his left arm wobbled, pushing him to left as he tried to balance himself. It was insanely difficult to balance on his one arm alone, but the right was robotic and it didn't need the practice his left did. He opted to have a robotic arm for a lot of reasons, but one of them was that a cloned arm wouldn't have nearly the starting strength that the other did. He'd have to take quite some time to get it perfectly toned to where he wanted it to be. Also, he had the slightest doubts that the bone density would be wrong as well. He just, felt better with he prosthetic, which he had seen in action and knew it could work quite well. Roy lost focus just long enough that he suddenly lurched forward and smacked into the ground. To which he simply sighed, looking up at the sky. He was bored, and he just wanted some thing to do...

It was the sudden sound of gun fire that got Roy's attention. Silas! He was close, and Roy knew that Silas never backed down from a challenge. He could ask him to spar, and get some of this boredom dealt with. Without a sound Roy pivoted off his right arm and pushed himself into a standing position. He moved quickly, jogging over to the range so he could ask Silas to fight, but when he crested the hill, what he saw caused him to stop. The person in front of him was not Silas. Nor was it Dani. It perplexed Roy, forcing the thought of Silas to the back of his mind as he closed the distance to the shooter. He thought he knew, but his mind simply ruled it out as an impossibility. 

Roy at this point wasn't really thinking about what he was doing, he simply came up behind the small person, who he could tell was a girl, and just sort of stood there. He looked down at her and just kind of stared, blankly.

Deker Mulqueen 

Reach 

Random Armory

Deker raised a brow at her as she began to speak, but his smile widened as she got closer, leaning in directly to his face. He resisted the urge to piss her off and lick her face and totally ruin her attempt to threaten him. But he sat, like a good boy, and let her finish. Deker decided he was done sitting, his rifle was clean, and his gear stowed, so he wanted to have fun. He stood and quickly put his weapon in it's locker, before turning towards Phil with a mischievous smirk. He walked behind her, making it look like he was heading for the door, before smacking her ass and suddenly taking off.

"You're it!" he said, not knowing what had come over him. Whether she followed him or not, he would skid into the hall way and make for the nearest door to the grounds. he wasn't sure what was making him act this way, it was probably how grim last mission had felt, and how he was just so happy they were back on human soil, and that the war seemed so far away. What ever the reason, he was giggling like a child who had stolen their older sibling's toy, as he ran.

[Cabel]

[Epsilon Eridani System: Planet Reach: Parking Orbit: Repair Cradle Tames: UNSCS Passchendaele: Captain’s Quarters: Year 2547]

“I’m sorry, Captain, but your ship isn’t a high priority. We have a dozen frigates and destroyers that are in need of priority repairs, and the docking bays at Repair Cradle Tames are full. With all due respect, Captain, you’re going to have find another available Repair Cradle to see about your ship’s repairs….” the Dockmaster, a Captain of considerably less years experience than Matvey explained over the desk-com-vid unit in Matvey‘s quarters.

“With all due respect, Captain, the Passchendaele has been waiting in line for repairs for the past week since the Fourteenth Fleet and the Twenty-Second Tactical Group‘s return from Refuge. I am not implying that our repairs rate a higher priority or entitlement compared to those required by the rest of the fleets amassed here, but from where I sit you are sitting on your backside. We have been monitoring the repair bays on the Cradle Tames for the last week. Within the last week we have noted quite a few of the Cradle's bays have become vacant yet before the Passchendaele can gain clearance, those same bays are occupied by frigates or destroyers or other cruisers,” Matvey replied having been awoken for the umpteenth time by reports from the bridge on how the Passchendaele‘s repairs which weren‘t quite as severe as those suffered by the Iowa had fallen victim to procrastination. Since the return of the Fourteen Fleet and the Twenty Second Tactical Group a week ago, the Passchendaele had been pushed aside for repairs on frigates to destroyers and even a carrier while the rest of the Fourteenth Fleet and the Twenty-Second Tactical Group had undergone and had concluded in repairs.

“I will admit that we‘ve had our hands full, Captain, but the Passchendaele is in better shape than at least a dozen Paris Class Frigates, eight Charon Class, four Stalwarts, two Centaurus Class Destroyers and one Phoenix Class Hybrid Carrier. I understand the Passchendaele is a cruiser, but at this time your ship doesn‘t require a higher priority than the other ships. If you would take the time to sit back, take a few breaths and wait for your ship‘s turn in the docks, we‘ll be able to commence with the repairs smoothly after the other ships have been cleared…” the younger Captain began.

“You must think of me as a doddering old fool, as an old sailor that has spent too much time at sea to know of respect,” Matvey interrupted, replying calmly. He wouldn‘t resort to his Aristocratic birth to get ahead, to gain any advantage and he wouldn‘t resort to it now to gain leverage against this younger officer.

“I‘m sorry, Captain, but we cannot give your ship clearance for repairs…” the younger Captain began.

“We have been waiting patiently, and have been abiding by yard protocols for the past week. We have been cordial, polite and understanding towards the current situation. I will cut this short, Captain, that if you do not grant us clearance for repairs in one of your bays then I will contact both Admiral Klix and Admiral Vardy followed closely by Admiral Freemont,” Matvey calmly explained, keeping his noted temper under control.

“Admiral Freemont? You wouldn‘t?” the Captain of the Repair Cradle Tames asked before noting Matvey‘s stern eyes and otherwise stoic expression. “You‘re not kidding, are you? Fine. I‘ll transmit the clearance and the coordinates to bay three. The Cradle’s docking computer, with the dock hands will guide you in and there will be repair technicians waiting once the hard-seal has been confirmed,”

“I thank you, Captain. I don’t normally like pulling seniority, or resorting to contacting the Admiralty. The situation could have gone smoother, and with more brevity. Next time, I would advise if you see a ship or ships on your scanners waiting for more than a day or two to allow them priority. This war has seen many ships hulled, and I will not tell you that we need the ones left intact,” Matvey explained before noticing the channel with the Tames had been cut from the Tames’ direction. Quickly uttering a vulgarity in his native language beneath his breath at the young Captain of the Tames‘ misguided sense of self-entitlement, Matvey reached over and opened a channel directly to the bridge where he knew Commander Alice Qelar would be manning the center chair and would be in charge of the current watch. “Galina to the Bridge. Alice, it appears we will be granted permission and clearance to approach bay three of the Cradle Tames. You should be receiving the coordinates shortly,”

“How‘d you manage that? Wait…we’re receiving the coordinates to bay three as we speak. Yes…” Alice replied from the bridge, over the com-channel and he could hear her delivering orders to the helmsman on duty. “It’ll take roughly fifteen minutes to finish the approach, and we’ll let the maneuvering thrusters handle the rest. I’m impressed, Matvey,”

“Not as impressive as crossing the Volga,” Matvey replied with a smirk, knowing Alice was having a field day with the Cradle’s flight officers. The nearly twelve hundred meter long seventeen year old Marathon Class Cruiser, belonging to one of the first batches of the production line approached the Cradle and maneuvered with far more finesse than those observing the Passchendaele could have noted of her utilitarian girth. Eventually with the docking maneuvers concluded, the umbilicals slid from the Passchendaele’s hull aft, amidships and bow before a hard seal with the Cradle’s own airlocks had been confirmed. With the nasty business of negotiating for the Passchendaele's repairs and dealing with self-entitled officers, the aging Captain of the Russian Aristocracy powered down the desk-vid unit and slowly climbed back onto his bunk for an all-too-needed night's rest.

[Doc the Mother of Dragons]

ODST Felicia Cortez

Reach

Random Armory 

Felicia heard him get up, she didn't look back to see what he was doing because she was still irritated him and instead kept putting everything away. His locker closed with a metal clang and she glanced out of the corner of her eyes to see him walking towards her, a smirk on his face. Before she could do anything Deker reached out and landed a hand on her butt, Felicia spun and reached out to grab him but he was already gone, the man was always a fast runner. "You're it!"  he called laughing like a fool as he ran out of the room, she quickly threw her stuff into a locker and followed him out of the room, "Deker!" she yelled seeing him vanish around the corner. 

[TinCanHitman]

SPARTAN-001 Roy  

UNSC Training Facility Echo  

Reach

Roy stared at her for a bit before she started to turn. Roy knew how she would react, and prepared himself accordingly, bringing both arms up a bit. She reacted exactly as he expected and he was able to easily catch her arm mid swing. His other arm was ready for the next blow, but it did not come. Instead she stared up at him, at first with the mixture of fear and hate that Roy had grown used to seeing. Then with the odd calm she seemed to have around him, mixed with surprise. Roy used his free arm to slide his balaclava down, revealing his face to the girl. He then took her hand and used his own to make her's into a side ways two fingers, which he brought to her mouth. 

The SPARTAN smile, was one of the few ways SPARTANs expressed personal feelings to one another, and Roy was just shocked that Courtney was here. What were the odds that the only two people Roy had ever connected to, were in his unit? Sure, he and Silas got along, and Roy even looked up to Silas' leadership skills, but he was raised with Courtney, it was like getting your little sister back. Roy himself smiled, a small tight lift of the corner of his mouth, which Roy could count on his fingers how many times he'd done. He let go of her and pulled his hands to his chest and began to move his hand rapidly.

Where have you been? What is your condition? It pleases me that you are unharmed. Are you the new member of team?

Roy's hands were a blur of motion as he signed out to her, in their strange language, all these questions. He had so many questions and needed so many answers. 

Deker Mulqueen  

Reach  

Random Armory

Deker had the biggest grin on his face as he skidded down a hallway, ducking into the turn and hiding. He knew that Phil was angry, but he'd just have to surprise her. He pressed himself against the wall and waited, hearing her shout out at him as she followed him. Once she came around the corner he was gonna jump her, he'd done it plenty of times when they were back home. At the small house his parents had left him in their will. 

[Doc the Mother of Dragons]

Cprl. Felicia Cortez
Reach
Random Armory 

Deker had vanished from sight, Felicia slowed her run to a jog as she continued searching for her spotter, she couldn't hear him laughing anymore so that must mean that he was hiding. She came to a four way in the hall and slowed to a walk, "Deker come on.." she called as she kept walking past the junction.

[TinCanHitman]

SPARTAN-001 Roy   

UNSC Training Facility Echo   

Reach

Roy watched her hands carefully, easily remembering the language they had made as children. It came back like it was yesterday that they were talking, him and her sharing candy in the dark on a softly rumbling ship. It was odd, he hadn't forgotten about Courtney, it was more that he had accepted she was dead. He hadn't even broached the subject to himself that she was dead, just sort of knew it. Either way, she was here in front of him and he was actually happy to see her. At her responses he nodded and then responded himself, his hands moving with trained grace.

Yes, I'm GOLD Three, and yes CQC. OH, this? Yeah, happened after training, was no a ship, the door was closing and going to leave a marine behind, I tried to save her and it slammed shut on my arm. Had to cut it off with a sword.

Deker Mulqueen   

Reach   

Random Armory 

Deker heard her coming and had to repress his smile and laughter. He calmed himself and prepared, hearing her boots getting ever closer. He knew exactly what he was going to do and where he was going to go. 


"Deker come on.."

Deker held back his giggle as she finally reached the junction. Deker was quick stepping out and grabbing her loose fatigues and pulling them down hard. He smacked her ass with his free hand as he bolted off past her. "Nice undies, ahahaha!" he cried, knowing full well that he was being childish and immature. He didn't care, he needed to let loose some steam, and Phil wouldn't be mad forever.