UNSC Intermission - POST M5

[Deleted]

Captain Brad McCauley,
Commanding Officer, UNSCS Enterprise
UNSCS Kilimanjaro

Brad had been standing for less than a few moments before the admiral came to him and told him to ease up, and that he was glad to finally meet him while putting out his hand. Brad shook hands with the admiral before saying "The pleasure is all mine, admiral", smiling. He was glad he was finally getting his own ship, and was even more happy that it was a cruiser. Though he wasn't sure if it was a cruiser at all, he believed he has seen it classified as such somewhere when he was working as the Sratoga's XO.

First Lieutenant Mike 'Barbie' Barbara,
Reach

"Come on, Barbie, try it!" a woman said, trying to get Mike to take a bite from the pizza. Though he liked pizza, he wasn't sure about the pizza the woman ordered. It was one topped with hot and spicy things. Things Mike hated. "Oh, come on Chief. You know I don't like that." He said with his strong accent. Then his copilot, Jeff, or Joker as most people called him, took the slice out of the chief's hands, and while he had his mouth full he said "Welw, if he don't want it, I do." Then all three laughed. Mike was glad the group was able to get lunch together, in a place that wasn't military, and that was serving actual food.

[Wax™]

Staff Sergeant Jason M. Bowers
Pelican Gamma-Five-One
Descending onto Reach

"Speak what's on your mind, Staff Sergeant. I'm not exactly on duty anymore anyways. I'm technically on leave as of oh-six-hundred Zulu this morning." Jason heard the Colonel speak next to him, sighing Jason picked his head up and looked up over to the Colonel, the man was rather large and due to the bigger torso he sat taller than Jason when sat down in a seat.

"Nothing really Sir... Just missing my brother... His names Brendan... Being a Sergeant Major he has a pretty demanding job, although sir I am sure you know all about having a demanding job... Being a Colonel and all" He said with a smirk before looking down to the floor of the Pelican, bending over and resting his elbows in his knees, adjusting his seating position so that he was more comfortable, although he was surprised to almost be thrown out of his seat when the Pelican rocked from left to right as it finished it's decent, slowly hovering itself downward and onto a landing pad at a civilian space port on Reach.

"I don't know the exact details about his current rotational deployment but he should be on Reach soon before I get re-deployed... So we'll be about to spend some time together, which would be good..." He said standing up from his seat, he then shooted his head up and grabbed one of the hand supports, looking down to the Colonel just as the Pelican touched down, he opened up his palm and offered it to the Colonel with a small smile, he was in an awkward position, acting too sociable and casual around a Superior was not something you saw everyday, especially when you're a Staff Sergeant and that superior is a Colonel, Jason's mouth went a little dry, if the Colonel stood up and ignored Jason's hand, he'd look like an idiot, if he withdrew his hand now, he'd look like an asshole, so he just smiled and decided to come up with something to break the ice.

"My family may be having a social barbeque... Care to tag along Sir?" He said before his face suddenly went blank and he looked to the wall of the Pelican, thinking to himself 'What the fuck did you just ask him' his mouth went even dryer and he looked down to the Colonel. "Sorry Sir... Excuse me... You're a Colonel, you probably got better things to do than eat a steak or burger with myself"

[MrKill]

Johnathon B'Sheau Killinger
New Alexandria Space Port
Landed

The Colonel listened respectfully as the Staff Sergeant spoke his mind, finally. He knew perfectly well who the Staff Sergeant was referencing, as the Marines brother was a Sergeant Major and the Colonel also know who he was. Then he went on about how being a Colonel was a demanding job. It was true, but there were breaks. He wasn't, after all, a full pledged General. He was still a grunt, just with a fancy Eagle insignia instead of a Sergeants strip or two silver bars for Captain. Bowers offered his hand to the Colonel.

John stood up on his own power with a grin, but took the Staff Sergeant's hand anyways and shook it with some force. John stood about three inches taller than the non-commissioned officer, but at the same time the man reminded him about his son, Kyle... in terms of height. John believed, at a glance, that they were roughly the same anyways.

Bowers offered the Colonel to a barbecue, but all John could do was grin foolishly at how awkward it sounded. The man was hopefully not trying to impress his commanding officer too much, but in the end John decided it would be a nice break and allow the veteran marine a chance to get to know one of his soldiers... After all, he already knew his brother quite well... Serving with the Sergeant Major in 2531 on a planet called Zenith - where Bowers brother was his platoon sergeant.

"Three days from now," John started - walking down the open ramp. "My daughter is on a weekend break, my son returns from his first rotation and your brother will be hopefully be home." He said, laughing slightly at the blank face the Staff Sergeant had. He waited a minute, a full sixty seconds. "I'll bring my own food."

[David]

Admiral David Vardy 

Bridge - UNSCS KILLIMANJARO 

Meeting with Captain Price.

Smiling, David shook the proffered hand and then said "Come with me Captain. Lets go speak in my office."

Then, punching in the number for the deck, he then turned to the Captain. "Captain, as I did mention in my message, I do apologise for not officiating this sooner. It was an oversight and one I do not intend to miss again."

[Wax™]

Staff Sergeant Jason M. Bowers
New Alexandria Space Port
Landed

Now looking UP to the colonel, Jason let out a small smile as he watched him move off down the ramp after tightly shaking his hand, Jason went to follow suit but stopped and went over to his previous seat, removing a rucksack, he threw it around his shoulder and then followed the Colonel down the ramp, stepping off all he could hear other than marines talking was the loud engines of the Pelican and dozens of other craft, both military and commercial, the Colonel was saying something about his daughter and son returning in three days or something, and that maybe Jason's brother would be here too, he then went to continue walking before he noticed the Colonel had stopped and pretty much stood quiet for an entire minute.

Jason was about to step forward and prompt the Colonel about not moving or speaking before the Colonel looked to Jason, saying he'd bring his own food to the barbeque, Jason guessed that meant the Colonel had decided to tag along, which was great, but may be kind of awkward at the same time, but Jason had to do something to break the ice back there on the Pelican. "That's great Sir... I'll contact you about the specifics, if I can find you" He said chuckling a small amount.

"If you'll excuse me Sir... I hopefully got a wife and little girl waiting for me in there... With the dozens of other families" Jason smiled at the Colonel and stood up straight, despite his heavy rucksack weighing him down, he then gave the Colonel a quick salute, before spinning around and adjusting his rucksack straps around his shoulders, he then began to walk to one of the door's that led to the inside of the terminals, joining a file of desperate UNSC marines, both male and female who were dying to see their families.

A coupled minutes later when Jason finally managed to make it through the crowded door to the inside of the terminal, he smiled as he looked around watching dozens of young marines and older marines being reunited with their families, Jason stepped further in and out of the way of the door, so that more marines could come through, stepping past dozens of hugging couples, he looked around trying to spot, Sophie his wife and little girl Sarah, eye's widening a little as he spotted a sign being held up saying 'Welcome Home Daddy' with gold and pink glitter, he quickened his pace to where the sign was but was met with quick disappointment as another marine rushed to the family which apparently was not his, luckily Jason was far enough away that he didn't look like an idiot or child snatcher or some such.

Sighing Jason decided to back off and get out of everyone's way entirely, his family obviously wasn't here, moving over to a vacant bench against one of the glass windows showing outside the terminal, Jason dropped his rucksack off and slid around a tiny bit so he could see out of the window, squinting a little as he spotted a reflection of a little girl running around hysterically behind him, he turned around and smiled brightly, the little girl ran up to Jason with open arms screaming 'Daddy... Daddy!', Jason got out of his seat and knelt down, opening his arms up and taking her into his hold, gently pressing his cheek against her head.

"I missed you daddy..." Sarah said with a cute squeeky voice. "I missed you too baby girl... Where's mummy?" He said curiously before a tallish well presented woman made her way over to the two.

"Hello Soldier..." The woman said, somewhat erotically mind you, Jason looked up with a great big smile, he laughed and with a grunt he hauled himself and little Sarah up, holding his little girl with one arm while he used the other to grab his wife by the waist, pulling her in. "Ohh... I missed both of you so much" He said gingerly kissing Sophie. "...How was the flight from Earth?" Jason said letting go of Sophie and kneeling down again to let Sarah onto her feet, he then moved over to his rucksack and slid it back onto his shoulders, before stepping back to Sarah and his wife, taking one of Sarah's hand's while Sophie took the other, swinging their little girl gently as the walked through the space port.

"The flight was ok... Everything has finally been shipped to the house here..." Sophie said to Jason. "But we can talk about that later... Your mum's outside waiting for us"

[MrKill]

Colonel Johnathon B'Sheau Killinger
Reach Space-Port
Off Duty

John smirked as the Staff Sergeant reunited with his own family. He remember the days Kyle, and Adrianna... sometimes Beth would do that. He stopped trying to surprise Beth now-a-days when he returned from missions because it generally went bad. Beth was someone who was easily spooked, so John had ended up covered in food and threatened with a knife twice, and punched in the gut once. That didn't stop doing it to his kids.

His first victim a decade ago was his, at the time, ten year old son. John remembered the death grip Kyle had as he clung to his father. The kid wouldn't let go for five minutes, not saying a word nor shedding a tear. Instead, it was John who was crying - head sunk into the shoulder of his son... especially after Zenith - where he nearly died. His daughter was much, much worse... In the sense that she refused, for a full day, to let John leave her sight. She was so certain of it, in fact, that she took a pair of her toy handcuffs and 'locked' her father on her arm like a watch.

John watched as a crew-member from the pelican unlocked Axle's kennel, allowing the German Shepherd to run towards John. He started grinning, however, when the dog mistook John for a ball that had fallen out of someones pocket. Well trained, for a puppy, the dog returned the ball to its owner - who ended up being a three year old boy. Axle lazily darted back towards John.

"What is so amusing you've got a grin on your face as bi-" A female started to say, but John easily interrupted - realizing who it was simply by the girls voice. It was his own, much older daughter. The worst years were still coming for the Staff Sergeant.

"Shut up, Adrianna." John said, spinning around and hooking an arm over his daughters shoulder. She chuckled and elbowed her father in the side - causing some of John's breath to roll out of his lungs. Yup... she's got Marine in her, John thought quickly, squeezing his arm around Adrianna's neck before kissing her on top of the forehead. In return she hugged her father, her grip was pretty tight too. John and Adrianna had, fortunately, a strong bond with one another that meant more than the world to John.

"Since when did you have a dog?" Adrianna asked suddenly as Axle sat near John, panting.

"I'm his handler." John relied. Adrianna mumbled a response, but it sounded approving.

"I cannot find the words to tell you how much I truly missed you," She said, releasing her grip on her hug before leading her father towards the car. "I'm more than glad you're back." She admitted as they entered the vehicle. John climbed into the passenger seat and looked towards the back of the smaller car. He half expected to see there old family dog, Rex, but remembered the canine had died just a short month ago. Now, a completely different breed of dog sat in Rex's place. Axle had joined the Colonel for the trip.

"You don't need words, Anna. I'm glad I am home too." John said. "So, where's mom?" He asked. She usually picked John up, but he assumed off the bat since Adrianna was doing it there was something special going on. Adrianna's half ass'd smirk revealed it fairly easily, too. John raised his elbow and gave a friendly questioning face at his daughter.

She scoffed and pretended to be insulted as she put the car into drive, "You think ma tells me anything anymore?" She said, pretending to roll her eyes in frustration. "It's a surprise!" She added, smiling this time as she pulled out from the lot. John assumed Adrianna was referencing, perhaps, a welcome home type of thing... Or perhaps, just perhaps, it was something completely different.

"I can live with that," John said. He knew the trip from the New Alexandria Space Port was about three hours from where he lived. He reclined his chair and slid some sunglasses on. "Now, if you don't mind, dad's getting some sleep." He added with a hint of amusement in his tone. He was quickly asleep, despite the noise from the traffic at the space port. While there wasn't much honking, engines and cars passing on the opposite lanes were still quite noisy... but he was still able to fall asleep.


John Killinger and Eric Klix are no longer in M5's intermission!

[Deleted]

Captain Brad McCauley,
Commanding Officer, UNSCS Enterprise,
UNSCS Kilimanjaro

Brad followed the admiral to his office where he apologized for not giving him the ship earlier. Though Brad had been scared for a moment, he then felt a moment of relief as well because if he didn't have a posting he could see his family on Earth. Not that he wasn't happy with getting a cruiser. "Please, admiral. As my son always says to me:' Don't sweat it.'" He said with a big grin on his face.

[Martial Virtue]

Lieutenant Colonel Adrienne Jackson, UNSC Marines
Planet Reach

There was no one to greet Adrienne at the spaceport when they landed because her coming home again so soon had been a surprise even to her - she hadn't been told about it until the last minute. As she disembarked she glanced up and watched her new CO, Colonel Killinger, meet up with his own family, and a pang of hurt went through her. Soon, Jackson told herself. It wouldn't take her too long to get home from here. But the absence of her husband and twins was still tough to take with a similar reunion going on right in front of her.


She left the company of Killinger and another Marine he'd spoken to on the transport, a staff sergeant, rather quietly and immediately hailed a cab off the street. The vehicle pulled up to the curb quickly and Lieutenant Colonel Jackson got into the backseat. The drive was short, as expected - no more than twenty minutes. The spaceport was close to base, which in turn was close to her home.

Both her own family and Sam's had been Reach natives prior to the couple getting together twenty years ago and deciding to settle here themselves, to be close by. It also helped that the planet was one of the UNSC military's central hubs, and that Jackson had been stationed here frequently during her time as a Marine - when she wasn't deployed, of course. Her husband had a full-time job himself, working IT in the civilian sector, although he'd cut his hours significantly since the twins had been born. It made Adrienne more confident of the home situation when she was away, since more often than not, their two kids always had at least one of their parents with them.

Now, though, it was finally going to be her turn to see them. The lieutenant colonel smiled at the thought.


When the cab came to a stop near her driveway, Adrienne could hardly wait. It was light out in the mid-morning sun, but she knew both Sam and the twins liked sleeping in on weekends. She knew she'd find them still in bed. So as the taxi drove away and she came to the front door, she twisted the lock and carefully crept inside.


Jackson went into her kids' bedroom first, opening the door slowly so as not to wake them. Evan and Erin were still fast asleep in their bunk bed, with Erin on the top and Evan on the bottom. The senior Marine officer smiled to herself again and wanted to walk over to kiss their heads, but she knew she couldn't reach the top without waking them. Instead, she closed their door again and padded over into her and Sam's bedroom, down the hall. She knew the kids would be up soon anyway.


Inexplicably, Adrienne let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her husband sleeping in their bed; it felt surreal to be here, and in a way she was just that relieved to be home. Quietly she leaned a hand against the dresser and pulled off her combat boots, removed her battledress jacket, and wandered over to the bed. Once there she slid in behind Sam and put her arm around him, squeezing him lightly as she kissed his neck. Then she whispered, "Hey, honey. I'm home."


LTC Jackson is no longer in the intermission.

[David]

Admiral David Vardy  

Office - UNSCS KILLIMANJARO  

Meeting with Captain Price. 

Nodding, David took the Captains advice for "not sweating it" and ushered the Captain into his office. He had a duty to do and this was probably one of the more pleasant ones at least.

"Sit down Captain" David said, as he took a seat himself. "Now. As I understand it, you need a ship. A ship that will serve you as well as you have served the UNSC."

Then, Looking at his PADD, David nodded and continued. "I see the Enterprise is still in need of a Captain, and from what I understand, It needs a damn good one."

Grabbing two tumblers, he then poured a measure of scotch into both and handed it to the Captain. "Care to make a toast to your new ship?"

[Deleted]

Captain Brad McCauley,
Commanding Officer, UNSCS Enterprise
UNSCS Kilimanjaro

After joining the admiral in his office, the man told Brad to sit down, which he did. He listened to the admiral saying that the Enterprise still needed a captain. Still remaining silent, he watched as the man took two glasses and filled them with scotch. "I won't say no to a good glass of scotch," He said, raising the glass a bit. "Cheers" he then said before drinking a large part of the scotch in his glass.

[Frazer]

ODST Corporal John Blake
Planet Reach
New Alexandria 

John sat on the bench overlooking the local restaurant. He enjoyed his time off base, there was a lot of time to think. He missed home but he was glad his leave was on Reach because it felt like Earth. John decided to get up and go for a bit to eat. "How many sir?" The restaurant owner asked.
 
"One please." John walked in and sat down at the table to eat. It was his time now, no UNSC or Covenant. Just food and quiet.  

[Jakob]

Private First Class Wen Cuu

Cuu's smile widened a bit when a woman was the next in line, her hair shaved so that it was hardly an inch from her scalp. She seemed pretty for a marine, and Cuu found himself staring at the breasts behind her fatigues for a moment before glancing back up at her face with a smile. She huffed when she realized who would be giving the tattoo and then dug out a small credit chit before tossing it to Cuu. He managed the catch easily and with a quick scan he saw the number five hundred on the chip. A good deal for just one tattoo.

"How can I service you today, sweets?" he asked, his smile widening. She glared at him as the man behind her glanced around nervously.

"I wanted one on my thigh, but I think a shoulder is fine now." Cuu snickered, feisty. He dabbed a bit of blood off of the table before getting his needles again, the marine sat down and faced away from him, pushing her fatigues up her arm. "I want a cross on my shoulder, with UNSC written under it. Like this..." she handed him a scrap of paper where she etched the tattoo quite badly. He was tempted to tattoo it just as she drew it, but he had a reputation to uphold.

"I'll do it, sure as sure." Cuu glanced at the cross again and felt something in his gut, remembering Private Cross from all that time ago. What did he feel for the marine? Pity? No, Cross knew what he would get for turning Cuu in. Regret? Still no, Cuu had no reason to do so. Maybe he regretted killing a man who amused him, despite how stupid he was, but Cuu found it easy to quickly push the thought to the back of his head. Sadness was for the weak, and Cuu wasn't weak.

Some complaint the bitch had about him not tattooing fast enough stopped as soon as he jabbed the needle into her arm and began doing his work, the woman yelping in pain at the sudden pain. Cuu found himself drifting into the white noise of his needle and the murmur of the marines in the line, he had had an eventful week if nothing else. A series of investigations for the killing of the marine which ended up leading to him being reprimanded, though the punishment was nothing but a slap on the wrist due to the fact that there was no way for him to see the marine without looking hard in the light, and that he was trained to shoot at Brutes who stormed into clearings holding guns.

Then there were the investigations for the fire. Once again drummed out as nothing he could be pinned for, despite the fact that he knew HIGHCOM would have enjoyed it. In such a pitched fight, fire was rather inevitable, and Cuu certainly didn't do much to start the fire besides get unlucky with his grenade. It was unfortunate that the fire inadvertently killed a decent chunk of a Pelican's crew and some marines, but Cuu was hardly losing sleep over it. The rest of the investigations had to do with the conduct humping corporal who hadn't even read it right, also drummed out due to the fact the corporal had grabbed him and the fight was little more than a scuffle between two highly stressed marines.

Cuu was pissed however, that he had never even be thanked by anyone but the lieutenant for saving his ass. Apparently the corps would hunt you down to the ends of the Earth for being born in a gang ridden area, as if marines hadn't been born from similar for hundreds of years, but the second you actually save the life of your lieutenant and nearly risk your own doing so you are ignored. Cuu liked breaking the rules more he found. Though the musclebound buffoon with the superiority and white knight complex that he called a commander apparently thought other-

"Ow! Will you watch it!" Cuu looked up to see he had pressed into the marine's skin in anger, the cross just about done and looking perfect. Cuu smiled again.

"Oh I'll watch plenty."

[Cabel]

[Inner Colonies: Epsilon Eridani System: Planet Reach: Viery Territory: Eposz: New Alexandria: Syndey’s Bar: Year 2547]

The sound of a myriad of conversations from the bar’s patrons carried across the sections of the establishment he’d sought refuge in, and the décor hadn’t been that bad either. The dozens of framed black and white photos of celebrities that had passed through the bar for a friendly drink, or even turned to a kind benefactor shared the walls with other cultural amenities of decades that had embodied different mindsets from when humanity had been locked to a single planet had made this place a rare find in an over-industrialized world that doubled as humanity‘s fortress in the Outer Colonies. The beverages mixed meticulously with care and whimsy by a bartender that could have lived in one of those earlier decades only lent itself more to the down-to-earth ambience of the place, a comfortable note brought on by the earth-hued synthetic wood panels along the walls that had been he assumed by the owner’s expense blended to appear as authentic. Syndey’s Bar, as the establishment had been called, had been a rarity among its competitors who catered more to the corporate jetsetters too occupied in their own lives to take a moment to look at the history of their own species that lined the walls or even to taste the distilled grains in the alcohol they imbibed.

The Russian naval officer had spent three of the last four months at the FLEETCOM Headquarters in briefing rooms at the Olympic Tower with some of the Navy’s Admirals going over the engagement in the Sisleyan “Sicilian” System, with the reports ranging from eye-witness accounts to audio archives and visual logs taken from the hull-mounted cameras of the UNSC ships that had been present. Captain “Commodore” Marino Patrizio’s interview had been one of many accounts that had been levied against Matvey, but had been the only one that had been accusatory towards the Passchendaele’s commander and the self-appointed former Flag Officer of the system’s Garrison Fleet had charged the Russian officer of insubordination to sedition of the system’s command authority. The Admirals had listened while Captain Patrizio had leveled the charges, but followed with their own charges directed at the formerly self-appointed Flag Officer of dereliction to falsifying orders pertaining to his own promotion to the position of Flag Officer with the false rank of Commodore. The investigation and subsequent briefings into the engagement in the Sisleyan “Sicilian” System between the Garrison Fleet led by the Passchendaele against a force of eight Covenant ships of varying tonnage had found the forty-two year naval veteran had exercised professionalism and proper judgment over the duration of the engagement, and as a final measure the Admirals had ordered Captain Patrizio’s arrest. The Passchendaele had sustained fairly moderate damage in the Sisleyan “Sicilian” System engagement, with the armor along the cruiser’s flanks been burned from a few plasma torpedoes that passed near the hull to fragments of armor plating to the superstructure of the frigate Flying Gurnard having become lodged in the cruiser’s armor when the frigate had exploded. The estimates from the repair yard the Passchendaele had been moored to held that the Marathon Class Cruiser’s repairs to the armor had meant it would remain in the yard for a month while the other repairs including the proper removal of the Flying Gurnard’s remains might take longer, but while Matvey sat on a stool at the counter in Syndey’s Bar four months after the Passchendaele’s arrival in the Epsilon Eridani System he’d longed for being on the bridge of his ship.

“Hey there, Sailor,” a woman’s voice called him from his thoughts and back to the present. “I thought I’d come over, and see for myself if the news was right. You are handsome,”

“Madam, what stories have you heard?” Matvey asked, letting the woman’s incapacity or rather willing ignorance of the four golden stripes tipped with a golden star on the cuffs of the uniform sleeves and the silver eagle on his barracks cover slide. The action of correcting the young woman of the Naval protocol regarding rank hadn’t been worth it, seeing as how the young woman that had sidled up to the seat next to him had seemingly had a few too many to begin with and he'd felt with her current inebriation any action on his part would be summarily forgotten.

“You‘re the hero of the Sicilian System Battle. The UEG News keeps saying you fought twenty Covenant ships on your own…” the woman began.

“I must correct you, Madam. I am not a hero, and I did not defeat the Covenant on my own. Contrary to what the news reporters claim, there were more heroes that day. Men and women willing to take up the uniform, and face adversity even at a risk of their own lives to protect those who didn‘t know them. I‘m not a hero. If you must, think of the men and women that wear the Eagle of the UNSC as heroes. I am only an old man, a man that knows his duty and will do it to the best of my ability,” Matvey explained while looking down at the Shirley Temple he'd ordered and the cubes of ice shifting in the glass. “There weren’t twenty, only eight and I was not without fear,”

“Would you mind repeating that, Captain? My camera man forgot to remove the lens cap on the camera,” the woman said far more sober than before. Turning to get a better look at the woman beside him, Matvey had been able to see the casual pant-suit she‘d worn with the manicured hair-do, nails and even the two men that had accompanied her as the sound and camera crew whom had been seated farther down the bar. “Our audience would like to hear what kind of special maneuver you used to take out those Covenant ships,” Without a word, the Russian officer grabbed his barracks cover after handing the barkeep enough credits for the non-alcoholic drink he‘d imbibed and slipped from the stool. Having made a bee-line for the main entrance of Syndey‘s Bar, the pair of wood and glass doors, he‘d slipped past some of the patrons waiting to be seated and slipped the barracks cover above his brow the moment he‘d set foot outside. Having fastened the buttons on the frock coat, he‘d flipped the collar up to cover the back of his neck as he'd made his way towards the nearest UNSC recruitment center that hadn‘t been one of those automated machines. Once there among other UNSC personnel, he'd be able to request a Pelican or a more secure route back to his assigned quarters on the New Alexandria naval post. Reporters…he despised them.

[Deleted]

Sent ghost a PM about how he can join. Deleting the other post to keep thread clutter to a minimum.
-Martial

[Frazer]

UNSC Intermission is now over. Mission 6 has begun!