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by Dernland » Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:46 am
by Ubaria » Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:56 am
by The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:45 pm
Ubaria wrote:" You ever kill Innies before?.....I remember my first.... Do you remember the Elysium City crackdown?"
Dragan poured himself a full shot glass of whiskey and stared down into it as he swilled it around.
"I remember seeing reports of it. I wasn't there myself" He replied just before downing the glass, wincing as its taste stung the back of his throat.
"Strong stuff" He commented.
by New Grestin » Thu Jul 16, 2015 2:33 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:13 pm
New Grestin wrote:Carol paused for a moment, then turned to Thorne.
"Hey, I think I forgot something back in the barracks. I'll be right back."
She sighed, wandering back towards the barracks and popping open her bag. She dug around for a moment, recovering a small ring. She thumbed it over for a moment, then slipped it into her pocket. Her father had given it to her just a month before he'd been killed. It was something they'd been passing down the family for years, even before she was born. Apparently it was from back on Earth. She smiled at the thought and stood, walking back out into the hall.
Voices drew her attention to the rec room. Curious, Carol wandered that way, overhearing Bressler and Dragan discussing war stories inside. She sighed. Let them have their circle jerk, I'm going to get something to eat-
"You ever kill Innies before?.....I remember my first.... Do you remember the Elysium City crackdown?"
Her mind screamed to a halt, her heart skipping beat. She slid on to the wall next to the doorway and listened.
"I remember seeing reports of it. I wasn't there myself"
"Strong stuff"
Bressler started talking.
"I was just out of......ODST Basic; had a slot on MARSOC.....but they wanted a test before I could get in. So I was.......shipped...to....Elysium with three of my buddies......"
Carol listened in for quite some time, unsure of what to think. Her mind wandered back, trying to recall her memories of that day.
"Carol, just keep your head down, I'll be right back."
Her father's voice. He grabs a rifle and steps atop the car. Another man yells to him. Shooting. Blood. Her mother hung over her, holding her close. Bullets riddled the woman, her body going limp atop Carol's. She didn't scream, she didn't move. She didn't want to die. Her mother choked something out, but she couldn't recall what she said. She'd like to think she was saying she loved her, or something profound, but it was probably just a death rattle.
She snapped out of her stupor just long enough for her mind to make the connection. Bressler spoke once more.
"They let me in after that, said that it was due to events out of my control."
" Always wondered where those three men would be if I had hit that first head shot."
He paused for a moment, then she heard movement. He was leaving.
"I think I'm going to go hit the rack. feel free to polish that off."
Carol was simmering with anger. Everything clicked. Her memories hadn't failed her. The voice, the shooting, that man. That man was Bressler. As he walked out of the rec room, Carol casually lit a cigarette and spoke to him. Her tone was cold, eyes betraying rage.
"Interesting story. Tell me, you ever run into any kids out there? You kill them too?"
Her gaze met his. Anger sweltered in her veins. Her hand almost instinctively went for her knife, but she stopped herself. The reasonable side was fighting back. Just talk to him, for god's sake. There has to be a reasonable explanation. She stepped off the wall and took a long drag.
"You know, now that I think about it, my parents got bumped off in a pretty similar raid, but you wouldn't know anything about that, now would you?"
Her tone had turned angry once again, sarcasm barely concealing it.
by New Grestin » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:32 pm
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:"Maybe I would corporal." Bressler said as he straightened as best as he could as he brushed his sidearm's grip. "But I don't recall who I killed during that ordeal, just the fact three of my friends went home in buckets; and to answer you first question I don't kill kids, at least not the way you think."
With that Bressler left the corporal as he made his way to his quarters and his bunk which seemed to call to him.
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Taigawa » Thu Jul 16, 2015 9:21 pm
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by Feroxi » Thu Jul 16, 2015 9:28 pm
"One is to be admired for rebuilding thy self, not judged."- The Self Proclaimed Master of Forum Chivalry
by Beiarusia » Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:22 am
Taigawa wrote:"Lt Felicia Haungji, ODST, Reporting for duty."
by Ubaria » Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:39 am
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by Taigawa » Fri Jul 17, 2015 12:46 pm
Beiarusia wrote:Taigawa wrote:"Lt Felicia Haungji, ODST, Reporting for duty."
“... and that’s why-” Shepherd was cut off as the bridge doors slid open, a tall woman stepping inside and saluting. The captain turned away from Welles, whom he had been conversing with, and swiveled in his chair to better look at the new arrival, somewhat annoyed that everyone seemed to be reporting to the ship’s bridge. He waved her salute away. “Don’t salute me. I take it you’re looking for your CO? Well he ain’t here, and before you ask I don’t know where he went.”
“The Lieutenant is currently in the mess hall,” informed Dawn, materializing over the right holo-projector, adjusting her glasses.
Shepherd turned away from Haungji, not bothering to glance over to the A.I. but more so to end whatever conversation would be taking place. “There you go. I’ll have an ensign show you around.”
Ethan grabbed a bit of food and sat at a table with Tucker, the man finally removing his helmet to eat himself. The spook was a bit pale, no doubt from spending most of his time locked away within his armor, looking right now a tiny bit uncomfortable with the protective shell compromised, a small flicker of emotioning that Ethan wasn’t entirely sure he had imagined seeing or not.
“You don’t talk much do you,” Ethan stated more than asked, taking a bite of his meal, finding it to be of a better quality than what was on most ships he had served aboard. As somewhat expected the man said nothing, and the two ate in silence.
Looking around the mess hall Ethan saw that there was finally some life to the ship. While not packed wall to wall at least half of the generous amount of tables were filled with conversing soldiers and crewmen, some chatting animatedly amongst themselves and some showing a bit more reservation. It was definitely an improvement from a few days ago, when the Memento Mori had quite literally been a ghost ship.
“You… uh, mind if we-”
Ethan glanced over to his left and saw a young woman standing beside the table, red in the face and stuttering her words. Before she could falter some more a man slipped pass and sat on the bench, the woman trying to offer some protest but ultimately being shot down, sitting opposite the man and next to Tucker.
Kruger did not seem the type for war. Perhaps spineless wasn’t the right word but she most certainly wasn’t the most forceful of people. Despite that she had held her own aboard the freighter, so maybe there was something to her that Ethan was missing. Dawn would have her records if he wanted more answers.
Bradford was just a punk in all honesty. Brash and just overall rude, he was often with Kruger and despite their supposed camaraderie, it seemed like a one-sided relationship. He was capable but not likely someone to be handpicked by ONI.
Ethan introduced them to Tucker who remained silent but at least appeared to acknowledge the two soldiers. Krueger stuttered an embarrassed greeting while Bradford stared down the spook, seeming to not particularly like the man.
The soldiers continued to eat. Kruger attempted to hold a conversation but was constantly undermined by Bradford while Tucker said not a word. Ethan managed to participate to some degree but allowed the others to do most of the talking. Finishing their meals they were soon approached by another soldier, he looking as he had just run the entirety of the ship which he most likely had.
Folk paused to catch his breath before speaking. “Bressler wanted everyone to meet him in the rec hall. Didn’t tell me why.”
Couldn’t have been too important as Bressler seemed the type to handle things himself instead of sending an underling. With nothing better to do at this moment the soldiers stood to leave, Ethan motioning for Tucker to come along, feeling it would be rude to simply abandon the man.
The five didn’t make it far before running into another asset of ONI. Standing there in full armor was a Spartan. Ethan had heard the stories but had never had the privilege of meeting one face to face, and now here he was with a Spartan under his command. Bradford and Folk seemed similarly surprised whilst Kruger stared off and in awe. More surprising was that Deckard had already made his acquaintance and that she looked positively awful right now, as if she had just only now seen a ghost from her past.
Ethan was the first to move forward, the others snapping to and following in his wake. He greeted the pair. “I didn’t know ONI was sending a Spartan. Lieutenant Woods, commander of this little fun fest. Guessing things just got a whole lot easier with you aboard.” He glanced over to Deckard who held an apple in her hand. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Everything good?”
It wasn’t that he was particularly close to Deckard but he truly was concerned. He was the CO and their lives were on his hands, and having one’s mind elsewhere was a sure-fire way to end up getting killed.
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by New Grestin » Fri Jul 17, 2015 3:47 pm
Feroxi wrote:Thorne tossed her the apple and deftly dodged her urging to talk more about himself, "Something wrong? Definitely seems like it."
He immediately realized that the statement could've been taken the wrong way, "Not that there's something wrong with you, it's just," he stopped mid sentence. Finally, he just let out a dry chuckle and visibly relaxed, "You know what I mean."
Beiarusia wrote:“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Everything good?”
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Dernland » Fri Jul 17, 2015 5:43 pm
by Feroxi » Fri Jul 17, 2015 10:13 pm
"One is to be admired for rebuilding thy self, not judged."- The Self Proclaimed Master of Forum Chivalry
by Beiarusia » Sat Jul 18, 2015 1:06 am
by Taigawa » Sat Jul 18, 2015 8:53 am
Beiarusia wrote:Ethan could tell that something was bothering Deckard but didn’t press the issue further. He wasn’t one to pry when it wasn’t wanted. Instead he focused his attention to the Spartan, surprised that such an asset would be thrown his way when a soldier of this caliber would be so better suited for far more greater things. It almost seemed a waste of potential, but having the extra firepower was not something to qualm over. In fact Ethan was thankful.
“So tell me, how does a Spartan end up here? Shouldn’t you be off somewhere saving the galaxy?” The questions were only half honest. He was curious but knew well enough that whatever ONI wanted happened, and so while a Spartan being aboard the Memento Mori was odd there was no doubt some reason lying just beyond his thought. Still, perhaps the man, Thorne, knew something of their current employers. Looking over to Deckard he addressed her. “Bressler wanted a little get together it seems. Don’t think he’d mind if you two tagged along.”
Neither had the chance to answer immediately as a abnormally tall woman was soon amongst them, saluting and effectively reporting to duty. Ethan had never quite gotten use to the respect shown towards a CO and quickly waved her down, feeling as much as Shepherd did.
“Glad to...uh, have you aboard,” he greeted, looking up to the woman. “No need to be so formal. In case you didn’t get the memo we’re not a regular outfit so don’t worry about such things.”
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by Feroxi » Sun Jul 19, 2015 10:12 pm
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:Bressler groaned as he clutched a full bottle of whiskey and used the wall to support himself. Impatient motherf*cker. Bressler cursed to himself as the rec hall came into view, and he saw it held quite a few more then when he last left it. One round, leave the bottle, leave the room, sleep. God, why did I have so much earlier?. Bressler shook the thoughts off as he entered the room with the bottle in hand and nodded to his comrades in arms as he opened the bottle and began to fill enough shot glasses for the gathered ONI personnel. With that finished he gathered the attention of the gathered crew members and began a speech he had heard and given many times over the years.
"Years ago, when I was still young we had a platoon sergeant who was taken from us. So we started a tradition, of a post mission toast; we drank to the memory of our fallen comrades but also to the success of the mission. That is what we are doing here, here we drink to the success of our mission and to the return of our comrades. Drink up!" With that Bressler picked up his glass and slammed the alcohol down to get it out of the way fast.
"One is to be admired for rebuilding thy self, not judged."- The Self Proclaimed Master of Forum Chivalry
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