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by Beiarusia » Fri Dec 02, 2016 12:32 am
by Vacif » Sat Dec 03, 2016 2:48 pm
by Second Helghan Empire » Sat Dec 03, 2016 6:14 pm
by Kentucky Fried Land » Sat Dec 03, 2016 10:51 pm
by Anowa » Sun Dec 04, 2016 1:46 pm
by Tayner » Sun Dec 04, 2016 9:00 pm
by Ormata » Sun Dec 04, 2016 10:09 pm
by Beiarusia » Sun Dec 04, 2016 11:19 pm
by New Antonalia » Mon Dec 05, 2016 12:17 am
by Second Helghan Empire » Tue Dec 06, 2016 10:46 am
by New Antonalia » Tue Dec 06, 2016 12:44 pm
Second Helghan Empire wrote:Cadet Lukas-041
Epsilon Eridani, Reach Orbit, Medical Station Endurance
13/11/2524
Lukas thought back over the last several. An act that always caused his muscles to instinctively bring his hand up to the three deep scars embedded in the short cut of dark hair on his head. A reminder of a lesson learned 8 years ago. One where he was again shown the human side of his father figure Mobuto. Lukas was far more content with his life and family now. No longer angry at Mobuto, or Halsey, or the UNSC for the deaths of his friends. Amazing what sense a well deserved bludgeoning will knock into even the thickest skulls.
Then it was Mobuto who had come to him, and as if a father, explained that Lukas was a member of the UNSC. A spartan, and that he had better start acting like it. He spent the better part of an hour simply dictating to Lukas the finer points of how lucky his situation was. Most notably, how lucky Lukas was that he had tried his crap on one of the smaller guards.
"Anger gets you no-where good, look at you now. Determination should be your attitude when something bothers you."
Determination. Well hopefully that would be all that Lukas needed for his new mission. He somehow doubted it. Yet he found his last 8 years of holding tight to that lesson had made it impossible to not hear an echo in his head. A somewhat arrogant one. Laughing at anything sent his way, the inner monologue had at some point transitioned from his father's warm honeyed voice to that of Mobuto. Repeating snippets of the man's rants like catchphrases. Now it just echoed again and again the phrase bring it on.
While the inner Mobuto seemed content to take this new task on, Lukas was still petrified. Laying on the table his muscles tense, refusing to count down with the nurse, for fear of the terror showing through. He began asking himself, how was he supposed to fight an enemy he couldn't actually fight? How was he supposed to make sure he survived? He started drifting out, his mind now asking about his friends, one by one he ran their faces and names through his mind, catching longer on those he liked slightly more.
UNSC Carrier Atlas, en route to Lambda Serpentis
15/01/2525, 0000 Hours
Lukas stared out the view port of the ship. The thumps of the jettisoned remains of his friends, surprisingly bit deeper than complete absence of seeing those lost in the forest. So many, were gone. Put in a real fight they would have won. Yet like always it took massive odds stacked against them, and no real way to fight back, to kill his friends. Four others were also being taken. Thankfully not dead. Though, Lukas imagined they possibly felt different about their situations.
Mobuto expressed his point of advice. The man told them there was difference in wasted and spent life. Ingrid had questioned him wondering which this fit, yet Mobuto hesitated then stated he didn't know. Each of Lukas's friends was on the brink, Haythem said what many surely felt. As Gillian piped up to soothe some of the anger Lukas looked down at her. She grasped his sleeve and he wrapped an arm around her to balance her.
"No need to apologize." He quietly said to her before turning his head to look at Mobuto as he left.
"Are we Spartans now?" He called after the man, half expecting him to turn, half expecting to be ignored.
by Kentucky Fried Land » Tue Dec 06, 2016 10:27 pm
by Anowa » Thu Dec 08, 2016 1:35 pm
Kentucky Fried Land wrote:Suzie Sandford was ready to give up.
by Ormata » Thu Dec 08, 2016 3:48 pm
“Ingrid, Lukas, Baburin, could you come with me please. There's something you three need to know.”
by Cressageland » Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:37 pm
by Beiarusia » Thu Dec 08, 2016 8:03 pm
by Tayner » Thu Dec 08, 2016 9:29 pm
by Beiarusia » Thu Dec 08, 2016 10:08 pm
Tayner wrote:Cadet Haythem-012
by Tayner » Fri Dec 09, 2016 7:42 pm
by Vacif » Fri Dec 09, 2016 10:08 pm
by Second Helghan Empire » Sat Dec 10, 2016 12:03 am
by Anowa » Sat Dec 10, 2016 5:41 pm
by Ormata » Sat Dec 10, 2016 6:01 pm
"You'll be fine Ingrid, don't think about it too much. Just let the cards fall where they may." Such advise was hardly comforting, but seeing as Mobuto was only promoted what felt like days ago, from Staff Sergeant to Sergeant Major, she knew that he had felt the same at such an event. She closed her eyes and nodded, getting her breathing under control.
"Congratulations you three. Go ahead and tell the others that they'll be getting their own pins once we get back to Reach. Not a lot of room for Polymer boxes on board. Dismissed."
by The Krogan » Sat Dec 10, 2016 6:21 pm
by Kentucky Fried Land » Sat Dec 10, 2016 8:49 pm
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