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  • January 20, 2553, 1323 Hours

    Oaxaca Station

    The Human-Covenant War is over. For Humanity and the Swords of Sanghelios, it is time to rebuild. But, it certainly won't take long for new conflicts to arise...

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    • (G'day.)

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    • The medic sees Brace, and runs over.

      Medic: Don't worry, he'll be fine...

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    • ('Ello)

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    • Rick: Good to hear that.

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    • DAB glances at Lord Hood, still keeping his M6C/SOCOM trained on the Quebec Leader's head, in case he somehow escapes Vlassamee's grip.

      DAB: Do I stand down, sir?

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    • Hood: Bring him here, son. After this, I'm going to have a nice long chat with Parangosky...

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    • DAB: Please do, sir.

      DAB approaches Vlassamee, to take Quebec's Leader out of his hands.

      DAB: It was an honour to fight with you too, Vlassamee.

      DAB grabs Quebec's Leader by the collar, and shoves him to the floor in front of Lord Hood.

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    • Several guards arrest the leader, and take him to a Pelican.

      Hood: You all should get some rest. And... thanks for saving Earth. I wish Commander Keyes had survived to see the end of the war...

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    • DAB: Without her, it wouldn't have ended at all. That should be some solace.

      DAB salutes, then turns to return to his quarters, however he is interrupted.

      Michaels: So, Matt, you gonna tell them?

      Matt: Looks like my big surprise was spoiled by Quebec, but ok... As soon as you guys left, I enlisted in the Corps. I've completed basic training - I'm a Marine now!

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    • Hartley: And soon, a Helljumper...

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    • Matt: If you'll have me, then hell yes!

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    • Hartley: How's Brace?

      Medic: I'm taking him to the med bay.

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    • Not wanting to dwell and ponder on recent events, DAB returned to his quarters. He had his own private quarters on the Sword, unlike most soldiers who had shared barracks. Being a secret of ONI had its benefits. Then again, it had its massive drawbacks too - being alone in a room was extremely lonely.

      He jogged through the umbilical connecting the station to the Sword of Giants, then found his quarters. Lonely or not, this place had become his home. He opened his locker, where he secretly stashed mementos, from his last few years, and even some from his FaSUM days.

      There were his original UNSC dog tags, his standard issue FaSUM M40 Pistol, the 'keys' to the Requisition and Prelude, a chunk of metal from the Covenant POW station, the Camoflage module he'd stolen from Consus back in Mombasa, and finally the newest addition, the Beam Rifle Michaels had given him upon his supposed deathbed.

      His life had changed so suddenly. He'd gone from the UNSC's no. 1 hater, to one of its best soldiers, in its best unit. He-

      Voice: You know, it's against regulation to keep mementos from battle, without registering them.

      DAB's back straightened up, involuntarily. The first thought in his head was 'Shit...' He didn't reply immediately, as he needed to properly phrase it.

      DAB: It's against regulation to kidnap seven year-olds...

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    • The Shadow of Intent and the other Separatist ships landed on the surface of Earth, near Sydney, since their shipmasters were about to have a meeting with UNSC HIGHCOM. With nothing else to do, Bravo went to the mess hall of the Sword, to celebrate the end of the war.

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    • Voice: You and and your hinge-head-hugging friends tried to stop my orders from occurring. Why am I not surprised?

      DAB doesn't reply.

      Voice: They won't stay on your side, you know. They'll turn against you, eventually.

      DAB turns round, and looks Parangosky right in the eyes.

      DAB: That'll never happen. No matter what species, they're my friends, and I trust them with my life, like they trust me with theirs.

      Parangosky: I wasn't talking about the Sangheili. I was talking about Bravo. Your actions from the Insurrection will drive them away from you. I wonder how many UNSC soldiers you've killed...

      She pulls out a file.

      Parangosky: Let's see - twenty, thirty, fifty, seventy, ninty... Over a hundred now...

      DAB closes his eyes, ashamed.

      DAB: Stop! Stop it...

      After a long pause, DAB regains his composure.

      DAB: They don't know about that, and nor do they need to.

      Parangosky: Yes, but accidents happen. Locke has the clearance level to read these, you know. So far, he hasn't actually looked your history up, but what if he were to stumble upon these?

      DAB: Look, what is this visit about?

      Parangosky: Oh, I just wanted to congratulate you on your promotion to First Lieutenant.

      DAB: My what?

      Parangosky: Too bad you're not going to spend much time outside of a brig in the foreseeable future. Nothing personal, but you're too much of a liability. We can't have you blabbing about your past, or returning to FaSUM now, can we?

      DAB: I wouldn't-

      Parangosky: Save it for the interrogation. Anyway, must dash. I've got a meeting with the hinge-heads to attend.

      She motions for her two guards to arrest DAB, then turns to walk away. DAB backs off as the guards move in. While trying not to make it obvious, he reaches for something in his locker...

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    • (So, you're a First Lieutenant now?)

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    • The medic walks into the mess hall.

      Medic: He's okay now, he just needs some rest. How did that happen?

      Hartley: Long story...

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    • (DAB's a First Lietenant, yes, but also a convict, so it is kinda cancelled out.)

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    • Rick: And I guess you wouldn't want to hear it.

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    • The two guards were noticeably cautious when tackling a SPARTAN, and DAB used those extra few seconds wisely. Discretion aside, he rummaged around in his locker frantically, unable to see what he was doing, in case the guards tried to attack. As soon as he felt the Camo Module in his hand, he activated it. Then, he spun, grabbed the M40 Pistol and Beam Rifle, and barged his way through the two guards, and made a run for the Sword's hangar, still invisible.

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    • Medic: Heh. Well, I gotta go now. You can go and pay Brace a visit in two or three hours.

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    • (No one wants to comment on how DAB is now a wanted man? Ok...)

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    • Rick: Lieutenant Hartley, I believe you should check out any new members assigned to Bravo.

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    • (Nope, lol. :P )

      Hartley: We'll start picking new members tomorrow.

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    • Rick: Alright.

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    • (Wait, are we supposed to go and help DAB or...?)

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    • As he runs past the ship's armoury, DAB stops to get an ODST BDU - there's no chance of a replacement for his MJOLNIR now. His active camoflage is still on, but there couldn't possibly last much longer. Just as he exits a corridor into the hangar, his camo fades. He tries to walk purposefully, but inconspicuously, as if he had somewhere to be. Hopefully, the message hadn't spread that he'd been branded a traitor.

      He approached Trent's Pelican, and found Shrake and Michaels sitting in the troop bay, discussing the Battle of '00, and what'd happened after Michaels was WIA. Just as he approached them, the Sword's intercom crackled on.

      Croft (intercom): (reluctant) I have recently been informed that First Lieutenant DAB-101 has resisted military arrest. Orders from Admiral Parangosky are to shoot him on sight. Good luck...

      DAB just looked at Michaels and Shrake, pleading.

      Michaels: ONI?

      DAB: Yup...

      Michaels, disobeying orders, steps up to let DAB through. As DAB is passing, he says:

      Michaels: When he says 'Good luck', he's wishing it to you, you know.

      DAB: I know. It was an honour serving with you, Michaels. You too, Shrake. I'd love to continue, but circumstances make that unlikely. Anyway, I don't have much time. Pass my sentiment to Hartley, and the rest of Bravo. Goodbye, Brad.

      DAB felt a great amount of sadness as he said that, but he couldn't stay. He entered the cockpit, muttering 'Sorry, Trent', and keyed the ignition.

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    • Bristow: Heh. I've barely even joined the team, and I lose my rookie status already.

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    • (What's going on with Dab. I don't know, but it seems interesting.)

      Rick: Oh, sorry. Welcome to Task Force Bravo. I'm Staff Sergeant Richard Jones. You must be a member of Delta Squad, right?

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    • Bristow: Correct. Lance corporal Damian Bristow, at your service.

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    • (ONI are persecuting him because he is a liability to them, if he ever choses to discuss his past with anyone.)

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    • Bristow hears the intercom.

      Bristow: DAB? Resisted arrest? What did he do?

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    • Rick: Good to see new members joining. I'm sorry for your team, I'm sure they were great members.

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    • Bristow: They were, thanks. At least the damn parasites responsible for their deaths have been eradicated.

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    • Rick hears the message on the COM.

      Rick: What's going on here? Why would Dab be arrested?

      Alcatraz: I don't know, ask the Lt.

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      Bristow: They were, thanks. At least the damn parasites responsible for their deaths have been eradicated.

      Rick: I've had your same situation before, though not with best friends.

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    • Hartley: How the hell am I supposed to know? Come on!

      He runs to the hangar, and motions for the others to follow him.

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    • Rick: Okay, so things are little strange here.

      Rick rushes behind Hartley.

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    • Bristow goes after Hartley.

      Bristow: What are we going to do?

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    • Rick: Don't know. Just go there and see what's going on. Boy, couldn't Dab peacefully celebrate the war's end?

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    • They come across two ONI guards.

      Guard: Hey, have you seen an abnormally tall guy running with an active camo module?

      Hartley: What are you talking about?

      The guards ignore him and rush to the mess hall.

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    • Vlassamee stepped back onto the bridge of the Zealous Fury. His new crew stood around him. "We have faught long and hard to secure this victory. We all have much to think about." 

      Phillipae pulled up his own personal file on a holo screen and made a single edit. 

      "I am no longer Phillipae Vlassamee of the Covenant. I am now only Phillipae Vlassam of the Black Seraphs. We are free from any alligence. We can do anything we want now. There is no reason for out continued existence. You may all go your separate ways if you wish. I will personally transport you wherever you want to go. If you would rather stay with me I would be honored. The choice is yours."

      Taybab stepped forward. "I am with you Phillipae. I have always been with you and I will stay with you till the day I die."

      Crestus stepped forward. "You trusted me when you had every reason to just shoot me. I owe you my life and my freedom. I am yours to command. Once a Seraph, always a Seraph."

      The Major Nevor Thentam stepped forward. "I will join you Commander Vlassam. I believe that it is as a Seraph that I will best be able to protect Sangheilios and my loved ones from harm."

      The Minors Yenek Zelov and Analie Ursul stepped forward togther. "We are with you Commander if you will have us. Our clan was obliterated in a civil conflict on Sangheilios. There is nothing for us to return to." 

      Taybab turned to face Kai. "Will you stay with us Kai?"

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    • (Probably yes, but Stars never holded on one character for too long...)

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    • Rienna is in her crew quarters reading a book.

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    • Rick reaches the Pelican DAB is in.

      Rick: Why is he climbing that Pelican? What's happened here?

      He turns to Shrake

      Rick: Shrake, what happened?

      Shrake: ONI Admiral Parangosky wants him dead.

      Rick: But why?

      Shrake: Don't know. ONI stuff.

      Rick: Damn it.

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    • Vlassam's voice blared on the Bravo channel. "I have just heard the report that Spartan Dab is wanted dead. Is there anything I can do to assist? I am no stranger to black operations."

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    • Rick (COM): Hold on Vlassamee. We don't know what is going on here. Not even Lt. Hartley. Wait for some time.

      (I gtg. Good night)

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    • Vlassam (COM): "Just be aware that I will not leave the station until I am satisfied that Spartan Dab is safe. You ODSTs and Spartans are brothers in arms to me. I will not see you perish by the hand of your own."

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    • Bristow: So... Are we going rogue?

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    • Phillipae turned to his new crew of Black Seraphs. "Hold down the fort here Crestus. I am going dark for a while." 

      Phillipae silently entered the orbital defense station from the air lock and engaged his active camouflage module. 

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    • Rienna went to the hanger bay.

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    • Bristow: If we are, I'd better get my gear. Don't want to go rogue unarmed, of course.

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    • DAB's Pelican takes off, and leaves the Sword's hangar. Thankfully, nothing launches from the station, Sword or Aegis Fate to stop him, probably thanks to interference from Hood.

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    • Vlassam decloaked infront of the group of ODSTs.

      "I urge you not to take going rogue lightly. You do not have a lifetime of black operations behind you. Betraying your nation as it were is not something to take lightly. The Covenant betrayed my very species, but the UEG is a somewhat different entity. 

      I take it the Spartan has disembarked. Where will he go? He can easily be shot down by any craft in the area unless he is now willing to put down UNSC personnel."

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    • Bristow: Woah. How long have you been standing there?

      Bristow glances at the Pelican, which is disappearing in the distance.

      Bristow: I'd say that they would have shot them down already, if that's what they wanted to do.

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    • Matt: Parangosky wants him dead, not Hood. These are Navy ships, so they won't attack.

      Michaels: No idea how he'll escape ONI though... Last time it took him a Prowler and two years to do it, he told me. Now ONI's twice as big, and he's only got Trent's Pelican... He'll need help.

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    • Vlassam: "Then he'll have mine." 

      Vlassam tapped his coms. "Crestus, arrange pick up for Spartan Dab. Fake his demise while you're at it."

      Crestus (COM): "Yes leader." 

      Unbeknownst all except the Seraphs, a stealth phantom cloaked and exited the Fury's hangar bay and hailed the pelican. 

      Crestus: "Spartan Dab, this is Crestus. Vlassam has ordered me to retrieve you and fake your death. I am in stealth mode and can pick you up in a moment. We can then fake some faliure in the pelican that will cause an explosion or crash and burn in the atmosphere."

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    • (You got the hint :) )

      DAB (COM): Thanks, Crestus. This BDU only has half an hour, or less, oxygen. We'd better make this quick.

      DAB puts Trent's Pelican in autopilot, then bails out of the troop bay, waiting to be picked up by Crestus. A Sahara-class heavy prowler on an intercept course decloaks, and fires a low-yield Shiva missile at the Pelican.

      DAB (COM): Well, that faking death thing seems to have sorted itself out... (off COM, muttering) Sorry again, Trent.

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    • Locke walks over to DAB's room.

      Locke: Free at last, DAB. Free at last.

      He spots a file.

      Locke: What's this? Something that made him want to run?

      He opens the file.

      Locke: No, no. No, nonononono. This isn't true. This can't be right!

      He runs out of the room fast. A slip of paper falls to the ground.

      It's marked DEFECTION ALERT.

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    • The ODSTs watch the scene from the hangar of the Sword.

      Michaels: Oh no... he better get out of that Pelican fast...

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: Vlassamee stepped back onto the bridge of the Zealous Fury. His new crew stood around him. "We have faught long and hard to secure this victory. We all have much to think about." 

      Phillipae pulled up his own personal file on a holo screen and made a single edit. 

      "I am no longer Phillipae Vlassamee of the Covenant. I am now only Phillipae Vlassam of the Black Seraphs. We are free from any alligence. We can do anything we want now. There is no reason for out continued existence. You may all go your separate ways if you wish. I will personally transport you wherever you want to go. If you would rather stay with me I would be honored. The choice is yours."

      Taybab stepped forward. "I am with you Phillipae. I have always been with you and I will stay with you till the day I die."

      Crestus stepped forward. "You trusted me when you had every reason to just shoot me. I owe you my life and my freedom. I am yours to command. Once a Seraph, always a Seraph."

      The Major Nevor Thentam stepped forward. "I will join you Commander Vlassam. I believe that it is as a Seraph that I will best be able to protect Sangheilios and my loved ones from harm."

      The Minors Yenek Zelov and Analie Ursul stepped forward togther. "We are with you Commander if you will have us. Our clan was obliterated in a civil conflict on Sangheilios. There is nothing for us to return to." 

      Taybab turned to face Kai. "Will you stay with us Kai?"

      Kai: "Absolutely, but I do have 1 request, some time soon I want to visit my mother, you under stand yes?"

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    • Dab drifted for a moment and then was sucked into a disembodied blue orphus. Dab found himself on the interior of the Black Seraph's stealth phantom. 

      Yenek, one of the minors, was in the hold. "Are you alright Spartan?"

      The phantom made its way back into the Fury's hangar bay and docked. 

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    • Taybab: "I think that we all will want a little R and R soon enough. The Black Seraphs are here to stay. What we do and who we help is up to Phillipae to decide, but I have faith in him. I want to visit Balaho. I want to see how well it has recovered from the glassing of the unggoy rebellion."

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    • Kai: "and no doubt the sangheili want to visit their families to on their homworld."

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    • DAB: I am fine. Shaken, but fine. I am grateful for the rescue. Could you pass that on to Vlassamee, please?

      He turns to Crestus.

      DAB: Crestus, I fear I must go into hiding for some time, until ONI stops hunting for me. Lucky for me, I have a bolt-hole. Do you have a slipspace-capable craft you could spare? Also, please remember that it isn't the UNSC doing this - it's ONI. Don't hold a grudge against Hood.


      Meanwhile...

      Osman: So what do you think he'll do next? Do you need Kilo-5 to intervene?

      Parangosky: No, I know exactly where he'll go. A planet that the Insurrectionist group FaSUM colonised. They call it 'New Hope'. Imagaine Venezia but peaceful. Difficult, I know. They thought they'd escaped us, eluded ONI, but they were wrong - we know the location of their planet. I'll contact my operatives there, and see if they've heard any news...

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    • (Whoa, this is getting exciting.)

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    • (Yep! A confrontation between K-5 and DAB would be awesome, if a little NCF. Maybe it can happen after the conclusion of Mortal Dictata.)

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    • Crestus exited the cockpit and directed Dab and Yenek out of the phantom and into the Fury's hangar. 

      "I had hoped that you would consider staying with us. I fervently believe the Fury to be the safest place in the galaxy at the moment. I am sure Vlassam will aid you no matter though. You have earned his respect, trust, and friendship and Phillipae's friendship is more valuable than anything that can be bartered. 

      In the mean time, I will situate you in some crew quarters. Phillipae should return soon. The Shadow of Intent is staying here to act as an embassy platform for the peace talks, but the Seraphs should get a move on."

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    • Bristow: Damn.

      Bristow puts his knife, which he had been holding for the entire time, back into its sheath.

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    • (I am very pleased with how interesting this is getting.)

      Phillipae Vlassam turned to the Bravo ODSTs. "My condolences. I understand he was an integral member of your team." He nodded as if to say, 'you don't know he is alive.'

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    • DAB: I admit, I would like to stay but ONI would find a way search the Fury.

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    • Brace returns from the med bay.

      Brace: Hey guys, what happened?

      They ignore him, and continue to stare at the debris of DAB's Pelican.

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    • (I'm glad you're all finding this interesting. I've been mulling over the details for a little over a month.)

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    • (Stars, that would be the single dumbest thing for Kai to tell them. Especially since he is on the Fury, can't hear them, and the fact that they want ONI and everyone else to think Dab is dead.)

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    • (I'm assuming this is Cairo station)

      Vlassam entered the bridge of the Station. "Lord Hood, I wished to say good bye in person. It has been an honor."

      "Likewise Vlassamee."

      "It's just Vlassam now. I would also like to extend my condolences for the loss and betrayal of Spartan Dab. He was a good warrior and did not deserve to die in pressurized tin can."

      "Indeed."

      "Lord Hood, I pray that you will approach the coming days with a peaceful mentality. Sangheili are just as divided now as you humans. Not all of us are going to want peace, but not all of us are going to want war either. Just take that into consideration as you proceed."

      "I will Vlassam. This war has inflicted wounds that I do not think will ever truly heal. I am not ready to forgive you or your people for what you have done to us, but you do have my respect and thanks. I suggest you leave before ONI tries to destroy your ship."

      "Farewell Lord Hood. May your home be kept safe from harm."

      Phillipae extended his hand. Hood took it and shook. Phillipae turned to leave. 

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Stars, that would be the single dumbest thing for Kai to tell them. Especially since he is on the Fury, can't hear them, and the fact that they want ONI and everyone else to think Dab is dead.)

      (I will try to pay better attention.)

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    • Crestus chuckled. "No, spartan. They won't."

      "Commander aboard," the computer announced. "Disembarking in T-minus ten, nine, eight..."

      Phillipae Vlassam met Dab. "Spartan, you are safe with us. No one and I mean no one can track this ship. We are always prepared, but trust me you are safe. If you truly want us to drop you off somewhere I will deliver you with all due haste, but I do hope you will consider joining us. 

      I am also wondering about your decsion to leave. I also think life on the run would be better than life in a cage. Are there any other reasons for your running away?"

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    • Locke: Hartley, you need to see this!

      Locke hands Hartley the file that Parangosy had.

      Locke: Dab's not the soldier we think he is.

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    • DAB: If I were to stay, you could never let Bravo on board again. Their helmet sensors would pick me up. I don't want jeopardise the operational capacity of the Fury. You should rename it, by the way. As for my reasons for leaving, they are all as they appear. I would like to continue serving the UNSC, as a unified government is what humanity needs to survive, but ONI doesn't recognise favours like the one I did by coming back. I expected something along these lines to occur once I was more of a liability than an asset, and so I began preparations as soon as the war ended.

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    • (What, no reaction to the team finding out what's in said file?

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    • Bristow: What do you mean?

      Bristow walks up to Hartley and Locke.

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    • Hartley: Wait... what?! And he's been hiding this from us all this time?!

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    • Bristow: What's in the file?

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    • Hartley: DAB... he's a former Innie...

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    • Vlassam: "Spartan, I don't think you understand. I can have the huragok alter your neural implant. Your armor can be deactivated. The Fury is the most advanced piece of Covenant tech in the galaxy and is constantly being upgraded by a very curious huragok that is very good at record keeping. 

      The Black Seraphs are safe and the Fury will always be the Fury. We may identify ourselves and the ship under various aliases, but that is just part of the job. Just as my name is Vlassam no matter how I introduce myself the same goes for the ship."

      The computer's monotone voice boomed over the ship intercom, "Randomized vector generated. Preparing for slip space jump."

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    • (I just realised: DAB's the eldest member of Bravo.)

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    • (in china they use to worship their elders, but only the dead ones.)

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    • The Zealous Fury sliced through normal space and made the jump. She emerged in an unknown sector completely alone. 

      "Computer, begin bug sweep. Huragok, begin capability sweep."

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    • Bristow stands silent for a moment.

      Bristow: ...He was an Innie. I'm too new to be pissed. But that would explain why he was being arrested. I'd bet my knife that ONI had to do with it.

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    • (Thel, DAB's just waering a normal ODST BDU. His MJOLNIR was broken beyond repair. Not that ONI would've repaired it anyway)

      DAB: How much I would like to be able to believe that... Whoever I'm with, im a liability to. There's only one place I know where I'll be safe. God, I miss the Requisition.

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    • Kai: "you are safe dab, I promise, if anyone trys to hurt you I will rip their arms off with my teeth and play drums on their heads."

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    • (Still, the huragok can alter the neural implant and the Fury can maniuplate sensor readings. But I understand that we need to get Dab somewhere where the next story can be told. Still, it is good to build these ties and relationships.)

      "If you truly want me to, I will deliver you where you wish to go Dab. But the Seraphs protect and guard their own. You will always have me on your side. When the computer and huragok have cleared the vessel I will deliver you to your bolt-hole. I still think you would be far safer on an invisible constantly moving ship than on a colony no matter how remote." 

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    • (What about Rick? He's a SPARTAN-I as well.)

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    • Hartley stares at the file, before handing it to Locke.

      Hartley: Come on, it doesn't matter. Let's go get some new members.

      He leaves the hangar.

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    • Rienna followed Hartley.

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    • Bristow heads back to the crew quarters. Once there, he finds the quartermaster.

      Bristow: I need new fatigues.

      Quartermaster: What's wrong with the ones you're wearing?

      Bristow: I had to tear the sleeve off. Just get me new fatigues.

      The quartermaster leaves, then returns with new fatigues. Bristow changes into the new fatigues, picks up his knife, and leaves the quarters. He then joins Hartley again.

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    • "I want you to call me Phillipae. You're a friend and friends can call me by my first name when we are not on duty."

      Phillipae led Dab into the bridge and switched over to nav mode. The room filled with a holographic star map. 

      "We wait for the ship to be cleared and then you can show me where you want to go."

      Sure enough, the ship identified numerous bugs and trackers on the exterior and interior of the Zealous Fury. The huragok and security mechanisms made short work of them. 

      "Computer, make two more randomized jumps." He turned to Dab, "We should be safe then."

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    • DAB: Phillipae, the UNSC knows the Fury exists. It has no idea about my bolt hole. As I said I must lie low, and this is the perfect place to do it. I'll enter the coordinates now, but as you said, please make at least two more random jumps in quick succession before going there. There's no doubt in my mind that ONI has a few Prowlers attempting to follow you. ONI doesn't trust Sangheili, which is painfully obvious.

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    • Michaels, however, doesn't leave the hangar. He just stands there, staring at the file.

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    • The Fury made her last two randomized jumps. 

      "Don't worry Dab. ONI can't follow us now. They've got nothing to track us by. We will deliver you shortly. What is the name of your bolt-hole?"

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    • DAB: My former allies have given it the very apt name of 'New Hope'. Phillipae... It has been an honour fighting with you. Thank you for giving me that honour, and for rescuing me. And remember... You haven't seen the last of me.

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    • (I haven't had this much fun RPing in ages.)

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    • kai finds a room, he goes inside closes the door and takes off his armor. Then he hangs it up on the wall and hangs his weapon above and beside it. He goes ahead and curls up for a nap. Figures if some one needs him they can simply sniff for his location.

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    • (And now I have to wait for Sean to create the new members. :/ )

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    • Dab1001 wrote: (I haven't had this much fun RPing in ages.)

      (I know isn't it glorious :)

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    • (Wait, is everyone wearing their armour?)

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    • (kai only took his off because he thinks with the war over he has time to be lazy.)

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    • (No, just fatigues.)

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    • (Oh, good. It would have been a bit awkward if everyone was still wearing full gear and Bristow just entered the room in fatigues.)

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    • (It appears Thel has left. Oh well, I suppose we can continue tomorrow morning.)

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    • (Awww, we were having so much fun...)

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    • (Tomorrow moring in which time zone?)

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    • (Europe.)

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    • (You guys can continue. I mean the Vlassam and DAB part. If you like, I can make a character to help repopulate Bravo.)

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    • The Fury made the jump to New Hope and engaged her cloaking systems. 

      "Crestus can ferry you to the surface in the phantom. Before you go, the huragok have a gift they want to give you."

      Phillipae took Dab to the workshop. There one the floor sat a human fitted black armor set. 

      "Has Poor Balance and Lists Often have built you a special set of armor. It is similar to my own nephelim harness, but it has a few subtle improvements and of course is fitted for you precisely."

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    • (That'd be cool, Dab.)

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    • (Ah good, more Europeans.)

      Bristow followed Hartley.

      Bristow: How many new members do you expect to get, sir?

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    • DAB: Thank you, Phillipae. Your generosity is much appreciated. I probably wouldn't be here today if it weren't for your assistance. This armour will help me in the days ahead, especially since I didn't exactly leave New Hope on good terms... Could you do me one more favour? Make sure Michaels, and the rest of Bravo, are ok, and bring me news whenever you can.

      DAb steps up to the armour, and the two Huragok help him don it.

      Lists Often: <It does not have energy shielding, but we have installed active camouflage in case any bad situations arise. This can be activated indefinitely.>

      DAB: Thank you.

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    • Hartley: Enough to make Bravo look like a Task Force again...

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    • (NPC:

      Name: Joseph Stuart

      Homeworld: Jericho VII

      Rank: Lance Corporal

      Biological Age: 34

      Birth Date: 2516

      Years Spent in Cryo: 2)

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    • UNSC officer: Ah, Bravo, you're finally here. Okay, so the first trooper is Lance Corporal Joseph Stuart. His squad, Sigma-Five, was all wiped out during the Battle of Mombasa.

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    • (I'm back, btw where is often plummets?)

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    • (Can Ashley rejoin Bravo?)

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    • (Yeah, if you want.)

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    • (Do I have to make her a character card or no since there's a page about her) 

      Ashley walked inside the bridge. 

      "Reporting for duty sir." Ashley said.

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    • (Nope.)

      Hartley: Drago... is that really you? From Daego?

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    • "Yes it's me sir." Ashley said.

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    • (Gotta go. Bye.)

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    • (I think I should get some rest too.)

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    • (NPC:

      Name: Arthur Dent

      Homeworld: Earth

      Rank: Private First Class

      Biological Age: 42

      Birth Date: 2507

      Years Spent in Cryo: 3)

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    • (Ooooh I see what you did there. Why did you not make his birth date 2510?)

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    • (Is there a significance to 2520? It's been ages since I've read the books. I'd make his birth date 2542, but that'd make him 10.)

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    • (10 is old enough to hold a gun but not old enough for the combat records in brovo team.)

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    • DAB sets off to the hangar, accompanied by most of the Fury's crew.


      Meanwhile...


      Hood: (angrily) What the hell are you doing!?

      Parangosky: (calmly) What I see fit.

      Hood: You see fit to alienate our newfound allies?

      Parangosky: The Sangheili will attack us again. I tried to prevent it... And you stopped me.

      Hood: No, you tried to cause it. And what about DAB? You murdered a SPARTAN. A SPARTAN. ORION or not, he was on par with some of the IIs.

      Parangosky: He was also the biggest liability in the entire UNSC. You don't get it, do you? He wasn't just an ORION. No ORION could be that proficient. No ORION could wear MJOLNIR. He was like the IIs and IIIs. And he was the only one of them with the free will to speak his mind. What if he'd defected again? The entire UEG would hear about what we did.

      Hood: I had no part in it. It was ONI. It was you.

      Parangosky: You turned a blind eye. That could easily be... Misinterpreted.

      Hood: Are you threatening me?

      Parangosky: Maybe. Are you undermining me?

      Hood: Margaret, you may be the most powerful woman in the UNSC, but that eliminates half the population. I'm the most powerful person.

      With an annoyed tut, Hood walks out.

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    • Vlassam: "I'm sorry the huragok couldn't give you an integrated shield, but they lacked the resources to build a power plant with the capacity. On the upside it left them with enough room to give you the perfect stealth suit." 

      Phillipae, Crestus, and Dab entered the stealth phantom and disembarked. 

      "Is there any particular spot you would like us to set down?" Crestus asked.

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    • (Is Arthur Dent a Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference?)

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    • (Oh.  My.  God.  Dudes, this is getting intense!!  Damn, I wish I had been here for this!  And yeah, those two characters are definite members.)

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    • (@Thel Yeah, it is. Great book. I wanted to see who'd spot it.

      @Sean Yeah, it's going better than I could've hoped. It's still not finished anyway - we've yet to reveal what's in the file.)

      DAB: Just outside the biggest city on the planet, please. I'll make my way from there. And Phillipae... I know I've probably said it enough, but thank you.

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    • Cantor strolls into the hangar, just as Michaels finally looks up from the files.

      Cantor: Hey, heard about the Spartan.

      Michaels: Not everything.

      Cantor: What do you mean?

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    • Michaels: I mean, you heard about his death, but not about his past.

      Michaels slaps the file down in front of Cantor.

      Michaels: Read.

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    • (The Requisition's backstory is hereby retconned to the old version from Fanon, btw.)

      The Phantom slows to a stop, and DAB descends out of the grav lift. As soon as he lands, he gives Phillipae one glum, but grateful look before the grav lift's cover slid back over, and the Phantom re-cloaked. He turns as begins a long, slow walk toward the city.

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    • (Before I make a reaction, what is on the file?  If you don't want to tell just yet, that's fine too.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Before I make a reaction, what is on the file?  If you don't want to tell just yet, that's fine too.)

      (Make it up yourself, but nothing too bad, ok?)

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    • (I don't trust myself.  Besides, you've got a better idea of the whole backstory.  If you can make it tie-in somehow in would be jaunty.)

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    • (thanks, I was having trouble sleeping.)

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    • (Ok, let's just say he joined FaSUM shortly after Aaron became Vice President of it. He then basically became its military, performing dozens of minor raids on UNSC targets to expand FaSUM's inventory. During this time, he killed about 40 Marines, but that number nearly doubled when he and a fireteam of about 20 rebels stormed a UNSC base, and stole 3 M808Bs.

      However, this was not nearly as bad as when he killed over a hundred UNSC personnel in late 2524, in order to steal a heavy-duty Atmosperic Processor from a world being terraformed. By the time ONI had a proper plan to tackle the growing threat of FaSUM, the Covenant arrived, which in turn cause FaSUM to disappear, evacuating Harvest to colonise their pet project of New Hope. You know the rest from there.)

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    • (If you like, we can also say that he killed the character from Contact who was related to the Bravo char (I forgot the name).)

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    • (Let's wait for Contact to reboot before doing that.  I'll leave the records mysterious for now.)

      Cantor picks up the files.

      Cantor: Jeez....

      (PS Not only is Keye from Keye and Peele voicing Giraud, but Tara Strong is voicing Ellie!  Yeah!  Tara flippin' Strong!  AKA the voice of like, every animated character ever!  Mostly, Twilight Sparkle (that's who I care about) but still!)

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    • (Going to bed got school I'm letting Commando control Rienna and Ashley until I come back)

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    • (See ya, brosef.)

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    • (brosef? what is that? food? treasure? a weapon? a map? a place no one will bother me for the next 4000 years?)

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    • (Hey, Starsy!  How's life!)

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    • (my stomach is malfunctioning and I don't know why.)

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    • (My stomach has been broken too.  It's all, "SEAN!  Stop, man!  Too much!"  And I'm, "Shut up!".  It always comes back to bite me, though)

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    • (have I told you I figured out where slightly drifts is?)

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    • (Have I told you that I figured out the secret message in the Golden Mean Theory?)

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    • (golden meany? )

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    • (Because I didn't!  XD  So, what about slightly drifts?)

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    • (I kinda wanted to save this revelation for Contact, but oh well. Battle Series > Contact

      Cameo time!)

      As DAB walks helmetless towards the center of the city, hundreds of heads turn in his direction. Most do not recognise him, and the few that do either jeer or cheer. It was an odd feeling.

      Eventually, DAB reaches the Parlimentary building. As he goes to enter, two armed guards attempt to stop him, after a moment of bewilderment due to seeing an outsider.

      Guard: You can't enter, sir!

      DAB: Hey, it's a free country... Or planet.

      DAB pushes past them, and they let him go, unsure of what to do in this situation. DAB walks into the main hall. It is empty, aside from a single grey-haired man.

      DAB: President Renalds...

      Aaron: DAB? My god, DAB!

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    • (weal I don't know how, but he some how ended up onboard the infinity.)

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    • (Just so you know, there is a transponder in the armor that when activated will allow Dab to contact the Black Seraphs.)

      Phillipae piloted the phantom himself on the way back to the Zealous Fury. Crestus sat in the co-pilot's seat. 

      "What will we do now?" 

      "Everyone will have time to rest and recouperate. After that, we will begin searching for the rest of the Black Seraphs. We will try to expand. We will work to ensure peace where ever we can."

      Crestus nodded.

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    • Kai: "Greetings commander :) what do you plan to do now that your free from a meaningless life of cutting the limbs off of infidels? flirt with females? fight criminals? take up art? visit gift shops? watch a movie? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocSuWMs9XFU

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    • (Why do I miss all the fun parts?)

      Rick: What's in the file?

      Rick goes near Michaels and Cantor.

      (Red, Rick was indeed a SPARTAN-I, but I think DAB is more elder than him.)

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    • "Kai, I plan to do a lot more with my life than just those things. I may seek a mate eventually, but not now. After you all have had time to rest and regain your strength, we are going to seek out all the surviving Black Seraphs. The ultimate regroup. From there we will plan a new strategy for the insurance of peace across the galaxy. The Human-Covenant War was an atrocity that must never be repeated. We will be the ones to ensure that. 

      I plan to visit Sangheilios for a little while. You may all go where you you wish. If you go to another world you will take a transponder to alert you when it is time to regroup once again. 

      At this very moment though, I plan to sleep. 

      Computer, execute tertiary evasion tactic X-ray ninty-five."

      "Executing."

      "Bring us to a full stop at the final randomized exit point."

      "Acknowledged." 

      "Get some sleep Kai. Tomorrow we will begin planning our next moves."

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    • Kai: "their are more???? yes then we simply must find them, I love your plan. good night commander, sleep well."

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    • (I feel lonely..)

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    • Taybab entered his crew quarters. A force field air seal held a methane atmosphere inside. He undressed grateful to get out of his armor for a while. He stood for a moment completely naked. He stretched and then changed into fresh under garments. He put his armor into his locker and flopped down on his bunk. He was asleep in moments. 

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    • Crestus entered the brig. Zentarious still hung from the interrogation harness in his cell. A couple other cells were occupied by a few Covenant soldiers that Phillipae had rescued from the Flood back on the Ark. 

      One of the kig-yar looked up. "What will you do with us?" 

      "That depends on what the Commander decides," Crestus replied. He walked over to the control console and freed Zentarious from his interrogation harness. The harness retracted back into a compartment in the ceiling. 

      "What of me?" Zentarious asked quietly. 

      "Again, it is the Commander's decision. If you are lucky, we will drop you into some Doisacian wilderness. Then again, you may be charged as a war criminal. You have glassed a world or two haven't you?"

      "The sangheili who have done the same seem to be forgiven."

      "Oh they aren't forgiven. Humans don't forgive easily if at all. They just haven't sought revenge."

      "The Prophets are dead. High Charity, the Ark, and the blessed rings are all gone. Because of you we are all damned."

      "I hope that you come to see the truth." With that, Crestus left the brig stopping only to ensure the prisoners were given food. 

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    • (Dab, concerning the 2410, it makes him 42 years old.

      EDIT: Oh, you already figured it out.)

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    • Michaels shows Rick the file.

      (Sean, new members!)

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    • Rick: Oh god, this isn't believable...

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Dab, concerning the 2410, it makes him 42 years old.)

      (I suppose you meant 2510. 2410 would make him 142 years old.

      If Dab was indeed born in 2510, then Rick's the oldest member. He was born in 2485.)

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    • Rick: I don't think he was a traitor. I guess earlier he was with FaSUM, but then changed to the UNSC. Dab isn't a traitor.

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    • (That's the age of arthur dent now. But don't you get the joke? Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy?)

      Bristow: Sir, these recruits are waiting. I think we should focus on that right now.

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    • (What joke? I don't know anything.)

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    • UNSC officer: The second recruit is Ashley Drago, I'm sure you've met her before. The third recruit is the demolitions expert Private First Class Arthur Dent.

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    • (You really don't know the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Hm.

      It's a series of books. It's about Arthur Dent, who escapes Earth just before it is destroyed to make way for a hypergalactic freeway. It's hilarious.

      Anyway, a popular reference on the internet is the number 42, which, according to a supercomputer, is the answer to the meaning of life, the universe and all things.)

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    • (Please make Dent carry around a towel.)

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    • (?)

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    • (Another reference.)

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    • (So, how many references?)

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    • (That's three.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Just so you know, there is a transponder in the armor that when activated will allow Dab to contact the Black Seraphs.)

      (I had hoped as much. That'll come in useful soon.)

      Coolbuddy379 wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote:
      (Dab, concerning the 2410, it makes him 42 years old.)

      (I suppose you meant 2510. 2410 would make him 142 years old.

      If Dab was indeed born in 2510, then Rick's the oldest member. He was born in 2485.)

      (We're talking about an NPC I just made, and shoving as many references as possible into his backstory.

      But yeah, Rick would be older, as DAB was abducted at the age of 7, remember. If DAB were born in 2510, he would have defected from the UNSC at the age of 1 xD)

      ReDquinox wrote:
      (Please make Dent carry around a towel.)

      (That'd be hilarious lol

      In the armoury, in everyone else's locker there'd be an M7S, M6S, MA5, M395 etc, and in Dent's there'd just be a towel.)

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    • (Ahaha yes)

      (I have to go, I'll be back later.)

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    • DAB: It wasn't exactly the hero's welcome I'd hoped for, that I received out there. Although, I suppose, it wasn't the traitor's welcome that I'd expected, either.

      Aaron: If it helps, I thought what you did was right. Soon after you left, it was exposed that President Shim wanted to attack Earth with them, and you'd just stolen them to stop him. I got voted back in as soon as his term came to a close, and haven't been defeated in a vote since. Anyway, I suppose there's no chance of seeing them again?

      DAB: Blew 'em up.

      Aaron: Ah. Elegant...

      DAB: Indeed.

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    • (Where's Sean when you need him?)

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    • (Sometime soon (I won't say when) I'm going to let a potentially very important detail slip. Let's see who can spot it...)

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    • (The post-war era isn't turning out so bad after all.)

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    • UNSC Officer: And the last one would be PFC. Peter Driscol. He is a Recon Specialist. Useful, I guess...

      (I gtg, won't be available for 1 day)

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    • (We already have two snipers...)

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    • (CQB maybe. We already have Kaflinski.)

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    • Aaron: So, tell me about the outside world? What of the UNSC?

      DAB: The war is over. I was there when it finished. The UNSC damn near lost too, but the aliens made the mistake of infighting, which caused some honourable ones to join with us. Right now, the UNSC is licking its wounds, and trying to establish itself as dominant over what remains of the Covenant. And to facilitate that, ONI started weeding out anything and anyone that might prove to be a liability to it.

      Aaron: Including you?

      DAB: Including me.

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    • Acquiring File....

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      Authenticating...

      Successful

      21/1/2553, Sunday, Earth

      TASK FORCE: Bravo-Two-Niner-Zero

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason
      • GySgt. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist
      • SSgt. Adam Weaver - Tactics

      ASSAULT:

      • 1stLt DAB-101 - All purpose SPARTAN-I (MIA)
      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • SSgt. Rick Jones - Rifleman
      • LCpl. James Alcatraz - Scout
      • Pvt. Antonio D'Angelo - Explosives Expert
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pvt. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Donald Carpenter - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance
      • PFC. Arthur Dent - Demolitions Expert
      • PFC. Peter Driscol - Reconnaissance Specialist
      • LCpl. Damian Bristow - Close-Quarters Specialist
      • SSgt. Ashley Drago - Sniper
      • Pvt. Rienna Morris

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer
      • LCpl. Joseph Stuart
      • Pvt. Matthew Davis

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pieterson -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Flight Engineer




      21st of January, 2553, Earth's Orbit, UNSC Little John

      Transcript Begins

      Kellogg: Why's SPARTAN DAB still on the list?

      Zabala: They haven't confirmed the kill, so he's technically MIA, and MIA soldiers remain in their detachments, until further notice.

      Kellogg: I know that! Why hasn't he been removed because of his Insurrectionist ties that ONI kept hidden?

      Zabala: No idea. Interference from Hood, probably.

      Kellogg's audible sigh can be heard.

      Kellogg: Chetner? What of Quebec?

      Chetner: Well, they're-

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    • After a short pause, DAB begins again.

      DAB: As I'm sure you're aware by now, this isn't a social call. I need a ship. I've been keeping an eye on ONI's monitoring of New Hope as soon as I had the clearance level to view it. FaSUM has a sizable fleet now. I need one of your stealth vessels.

      Aaron: What if we don't have any? It's a rag-tag fleet.

      DAB: Don't play dumb with me, Aaron. I know you've got a few so-called Stalker-class vessels. I need one.

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    • (What do we put in the file? I have some ideas:

      • Massacre?
      • Massive Bombing?
      • Attempted Nuking?

      Pick one if you want.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (Ok, let's just say he joined FaSUM shortly after Aaron became Vice President of it. He then basically became its military, performing dozens of minor raids on UNSC targets to expand FaSUM's inventory. During this time, he killed about 40 Marines, but that number nearly doubled when he and a fireteam of about 20 rebels stormed a UNSC base, and stole 3 M808Bs.

      However, this was not nearly as bad as when he killed over a hundred UNSC personnel in late 2524, in order to steal a heavy-duty Atmosperic Processor from a world being terraformed. By the time ONI had a proper plan to tackle the growing threat of FaSUM, the Covenant arrived, which in turn cause FaSUM to disappear, evacuating Harvest to colonise their pet project of New Hope. You know the rest from there.)

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    • (I just realised: we're approaching 2554. Locke's going to have to leave soon.)

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    • (Bristow is a CQC specialist, by the way.)

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    • Aaron: Suppose I were to refuse...

      DAB: (only half joking) I'd steal one, like last time...

      There is a tense air in the room, as both look intensely at each other. Then, Aaron begins to laugh, and DAB follows suit.

      Aaron: Come, I'll show you to the air field. But I'm not doing this for the fairy tale reason of friendship, you know. I'm doing it because every second you spend here, you endanger our peace and our people.

      DAB: I know. I expected as much.

      The two leave the Parliamentary building and head to the airfield.

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    • (Is Sasuun still with Bravo, or did he leave for Sanghelios?)

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    • Meanwhile...


      7th of February, 2553

      Osman: Any updates on the missing SPARTAN, ma'am?

      Paragosky: One of my New Hope operatives has heard rumour that a newcomer wearing strange armour had been seen walking through the town, and the helmet recorder in that ODST helmet he took managed to transmit an excerpt of his conversation with a hinge-head, saying that he intends to stay on New Hope. Its battery has died since, so we'll get no more intel, but it's a solid start. He's gotten sloppy since last time...

      Osman smiles.

      Osman: Got anymore good news for me, Admiral?

      Parangosky: Yeah: Hood wholeheartedly believes him to be dead. So, how're things on your end? How is Kilo-5 doing?

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    • Michaels: So now that we got the new members, what do we do, LT?

      Hartley: I don't know, we could do some training exercises. What do you think, Matt?

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    • Matt: We could try, but I doubt we'll fit many in before we're given a new assignment.

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (Sometime soon (I won't say when) I'm going to let a potentially very important detail slip. Let's see who can spot it...)

      (I've already done this. Anyone spotted it?)

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    • (I didn't. :P )

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    • Phillipae rose from his slumber. He wore a brown tunic leather boots. It felt good to be out of armor and uniform for a change. He entered the mess to find the rest of the crew alive and well. All were present except for Taybab, who preferred eating in his quarters, and Major Nevor who was still recovering from his bout with a jirlhanae gas weapon. 

      Phillipae opened the nourishment pack and squeezed the light gray paste into his mouth. It did not taste half bad. A little like salted thorn beast meat and pickled holtes. 

      Has Poor Balance drifted towards him munching from a bowl of yeast extracts. <We will need to resupply soon.>

      "I am aware. You need parts and we need food. I also would like for you and Lists to birth a third huragok for the ship."

      <We will need more materials before that will be possible.>

      "I know. I know."

      Phillipae continued eating the paste in silence. When he was finished he cleaned up and went to his cabin. He sat at his desk and began to create a shopping list.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (I didn't. :P )

      (DAB told Vlassam that ONI didn't know about New Hope, then he mentions to Aaron that he's read ONI reports about the planet...)

      Matt: Well, shall we?

      He indicates the training room.

      (Are we using War Games or good ol' classic Pit-style TTR training?)

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    • Kai: "Good morning :)"

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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      (Are we using War Games or good ol' classic Pit-style TTR training?)

      (TTR FTW.)

      They establish the teams and begin the exercise.

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    • ( *resisting the urge to insert all the RvB references*

      Also, War Games pl0x)

      Bristow followed Matt into the training room.

      Bristow: Well, time to kick some rookie ass.

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    • (Well, War Games were made for Spartans, and only a few UNSC facilities have them.)

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    • Matt: You referring to me, or them?

      He motions to Dent and Stuart.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote: (Well, War Games were made for Spartans, and only a few UNSC facilities have them.)

      (oh how fair.)

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    • Bristow: Well Matt, you're not a rookie, are you now?

      (What are the teams?)

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    • (Hi, all.  Just want to apologise for any strange comments and actions last night.  I wasn't in the right of mind.  

      @Commando I don't know, maybe sleeping?  Y'know, it was 4 in the morning for America when you posted that :P.)

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    • Matt: Considering I'm just a recently-trained Marine, and everyone else here are ODSTs, I am.

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    • Beck: Alright, I've an idea.  I'm on the team without Matt.

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    • (Sean, did Sasuun return to Sanghelios?)

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    • (Not yet)

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    • Matt: You guys divide yourselves into teams, then I'll go on whichever team is deemed the weakest.

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    • Bristow: We're a team, then. Matt and the rookies versus Beck and Bristow. Team rookie versus team BB. Let's do this.

      Bristow grabs a training shotgun and magnum.

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    • Beck laughs

      Beck: It won't be deemed the weakest 'till you join it...

      Brace punches him.

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    • Matt: (laughing too) I'm gonna get you for that one!

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    • Bristow: Dibs on red team!

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    • (Can someone definitively divide up the teams, please?)

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    • (I believe it is Matt and the rookies versus Beck and Bristow. No one else entered the room.)

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    • (At least Brace, Michaels and Hartley are doing it in addition to them, though.)

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    • (Alrighty then.

      Red team: Beck, Bristow, Brace, Hartley

      Blue team: Matt, Dent, Stuart, Michaels)

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    • The Announcer: Capture the Flag!

      The phrase 'capture the flag' floated around Arthur Dent's head, looking for something to connect to. He walked into the room, confused. As he picked up an MA5C, and loaded it with TTR rounds, he heard something else.

      The Announcer: Three... Two... One... Begin!

      The word 'begin' floated around his head, until eventually it connected with something. Fifteen seconds later, he was crouched behind a crate, spraying TTR rounds on a group of ODSTs advancing on his flag.

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    • Bristow sprints forward and slides. He lands next to Dent.

      Bristow: Hello.

      Bristow shoots him in the chest.

      (Dinner time, cya)

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    • (What about Driscol? He's a rookie, too.)

      Hartley: I'll provide cover. Who wants to go retrieve the flag?

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    • Matt opens fire with his TTR-loaded M7, right at Bristow's back.

      Matt: Nothing personal...

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    • Hartley opens fire on Matt, forcing him to take cover.

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    • Stuart provides covering fire for Matt, as he moves to a better position.

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    • (Feel free to expand the teams, to include all of Bravo. Those were just preliminary teams so we could get started.)

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    • (Dinner already?  Damn it, Euro time!)

      Beck runs tothe outskirts of the map (which map is this) and gets in cover.

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    • (The Pit.)

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    • (Remake or original?)

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    • (Which would you prefer?)

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    • (Original.  The remake's targets are Storm Elites.)

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    • Matt uses Stuart's covering fire to retreat, and tries an alternate approach (the camo corridor).

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    • (Where's Commando?)

      A target Brute activates, and surprises Dent.  This gives Beck time to shoot him.

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    • (No idea.)

      Matt sees Beck camping with his BR, but decides not to attack yet - he's out of range for an SMG.

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    • Michaels ambushes Brace and knocks him out with a TTR round from his shotgun.

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    • Matt silently moves up on Beck, who is in the shotgun corridor. He draws his M7, and is ready to fire, and get revenge for the earlier remark.

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    • Beck gets up and moves forwards, not yet noticing Matt.

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    • Not yet close enough to get a guaranteed shot on Beck, Matt moves even closer. In doing, however, he accidentally treads on some rock rubble, alerting Beck. He instantly opens fire, but misses the majority of his shots.

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    • Beck dives out of the way, and runs down a ramp.

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    • Matt: Bloody SMG!

      He throws it to the ground, and pursues with his M6C/SOCOM.

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    • Beck runs serpentine back to his team's side of the map, headed for a mounted machine gun facing Matt's direction.

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    • Matt follows him a certain distance, continuously firing. However, when they pass through the flag room, Matt pretends to pursue, but stops as soon as Beck can no longer see him. He reloads his M6S, and picks up the flag with his other hand.

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    • (I'm back.)

      Bristow lies with his face first on the ground. Because he is immobilised, he is unable to move his head.

      Bristow: You gotta be fucking kidding me.

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    • (Bristow already shot Dent.)

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    • Hartley: Dammit! They have the flag!

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    • Matt backs up to the Shotgun tunnel, intending to return to his base via the Rocket Launcher alley.

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    • Hartley chases him.

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    • As soon as he is safely behind cover, Matt turns to throw the flag into the Rocket corridor, then turns to face Hartley, but is too late, as Hartley has already turned the corner.

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    • Hartley raises his MA5C and opens fire.

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    • The shots hit Matt's chest paralysing him completely, but Matt manages to hit Hartley on the shin with his M6S before he's completely unable to move.

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    • Hartley falls to the ground, unable to move his leg.

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    • Matt's face is pressed against the polycrete, but he still manages to speak.

      Matt: (muffled) Not bad for a rookie, eh?

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    • Hartley: Heh. Well done, Private.

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    • Bristow: Hello? Anyone? Please turn me around.

      No one is nearby.

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    • Matt: (muffled) Seeing as you can still move - even fight - could you please flip me over? This isn't as comfortable as it looks.

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    • Hartley struggles to get up, and flips Matt over.

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    • Matt: Thanks. Good luck. See you afterwards...


      Meanwhile...


      Parangosky: BB, how are Bravo handling the 'death' of DAB?

      BB: They're... They're, uh, doing an abnormally large amount of training, probably to keep their mind occupied.

      Parangosky: Hmmm... Hood should really give them a real deployment.

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    • Phillipae sat back in his seat and breathed deeply. He had his shopping list assembled and was almost ready to set out. 

      He longed to visit Sangheilios and take a vactation there, but the polticial turmoil would completely ruin the mood.

      Over the next week he would be delivering Kai to Eayn, Taybab to Balaho, and Crestus to Doisac for their respective vacations. The would be short and they needed to be ready for action now more than ever, but the men needed to see their homes and their families if they still had any. 

      The Minors were content to stay onboard because they had nothing left on Sangheilios and Major 'Thentam was ready for a vacation on Sangheilios. He had talked of his wife. He missed a lot. It would be good for him to regain his strength at his keep by her side.

      Phillipae called Kai. "Kai, ready to visit Eayn?"

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    • Kai: "Absolutely, how soon will we be arriving? :)"

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    • (As soon as this training is up, we should time-skip to Bravo's next deployment. Any ideas, people?)

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    • (But first, the Voi memorial.)

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    • Stuart makes a blind run for the flag. He gets it, and is seemingly free home-free, but is 'killed' by someone on the turret.

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    • (I just realised, if Chyenka's Co-commander, he should really be a Sergeant - Gunnery Sergeants are typically First Lieutenant's co-command.)

      Chyenka watches the game with D'Angelo (who is alive), commenting on the rookies.

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    • (He'd better not be bad-mouthing Matt!)

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    • Bristow: Can... Can anyone hear me? Please, someone turn me around. This is starting to hurt.

      Still nothing.

      Bristow: Alright, fuck this. HEY! CHYENKA! I know you're there, please flip me over!

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    • (I vote we end the game now. Nobody seems interested in RPing it.)

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    • (Did Matt join Bravo with this batch of recruits? If not, I wouldn't consider him a rookie.)

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    • (I did, but Bristow got shot in the back almost immediately.)

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    • (Chyenka: Wow, that Matt is amazing, despite fighting against veteran ODSTs! He managed to miss all his SMG rounds in a good way!)

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    • (He joined Bravo during the Battle of Mombasa, but was just a civilian until very recently.)

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    • (Vessel, he hit Bristow.)

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    • (That was close range, and Bristow had his back to him. Matt missed all his shots when it mattered.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (I vote we end the game now. Nobody seems interested in RPing it.)

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    • (Timeskip to the memorial?)

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    • (Yeah.)

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    • Vlassam: "We should be arriving in a few hours."

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    • (Is Phillipae going to be at the Hillside Memorial service?)

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    • Kai's quills wave around with excitement, his eyes widen and teeth glitter with a hansom Kig-yar smile.

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    • March 3, 2552, Voi.


      Admiral Hood: For us, the storm has passed... the war is over. But let us never forget those who journeyed into the howling dark and did not return.

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    • Hood: For their decision required courage beyond measure, sacrifice and unshakable conviction that their fight - our fight - was elsewhere.

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    • Hood: As we start to rebuild, this hillside will remain barren. A memorial to heroes fallen. They ennobled all of us, and they shall not be forgotten.

      Bravo watches as the Arbiter approaches Hood.

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    • In what seems like an act of defiance toward Parangosky, by Hood, DAB's tattered helmet lies buried among the flowers at the base of the monument.

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    • After Hood and the Arbiter leave, Bristow walks up to the memorial.

      Bristow: Well, Holt, looks like I did make it, huh? I told you so. Wherever you are, I'll collect those twenty bucks when I join you there.

      Bristow sheds some tears.

      Bristow: Farewell, Martin. Cheers, you bastard.

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    • (I was expecting us to RP my recovery from the Indian ocean. I guess not.)

      "I remember how his whole war started. What your kind did to mine. I can't forgive you, but you have my thanks for standing by till the end."

      Hood and the Arbiter shook hands. 

      "I still can't believe he's dead."

      The Arbiter looked off into the distance and said, "Were it so easy," and turned to leave. 

      Phillipae was among the very few sangheili at the memorial. 

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    • Stacker: Present arms!

      Seven Marines draw their battle rifles, firing them three times.

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    • Michaels approaches the memorial, and stares at DAB's helmet, one last time.

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    • (I'm going to take a bath, I'll be back later.)

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    • Phillipae watched the exchange and turned to look at Bravo. He nodded once. 

      He spied Margret Parongosky smirking while standing next to a grieving woman who Phillipae recongized as Catherine Halsey, the creator of the Demons. Spartans. They were no longer demons in Phillipae's eyes. 

      Phillipae approached non-threateningly. Parongosky's body guards began to lift their weapons but she held up a hand and they stopped. 

      "I know who you are," She said quietly. 

      "Likewise," Phillipae said being careful to betray no hint of his surprise.

      "Shouldn't you be leaving with the rest of your reptilian friends?"

      "I am very much your conterpart. I was one of the most powerful sangheili in the Covenant. And unlike you, I can take on a Spartan in hand to hand and win."

      "Is that a threat Commander Vlassamee?" 

      Phillipae did not bother to correct her. "No. Just a warning. You are playing a very dangerous game and no matter how confident you may be are you sure you want to play against me?"

      "Challenge accepted Commander." That obnoxious smirk never left the old woman's face. 

      Phillipae left her. He walked to the memorial and stood before it. He and Hood exchanged silent nods. 

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    • (We've got a little confusion, but we all know what we mean. This is playing out nicely.)

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    • As Phillipae walks away, Parangosky calls over to him:

      Parangosky: I know what happened to him, you know. I know where he went - is.

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    • (Stars, this is after Phillipae dropped everyone off at their respective homeworlds. Phillipae is the only Black Seraph attending.)

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    • (So what happen while I was gone?)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Stars, this is after Phillipae dropped everyone off at their respective homeworlds. Phillipae is the only Black Seraph attending.)

      (ah, so we did not teleport)

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:

      Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Stars, this is after Phillipae dropped everyone off at their respective homeworlds. Phillipae is the only Black Seraph attending.)

      (ah, so we did not teleport)

      (Correct. The other elites are onboard the Zealous Fury, but Taybab, Crestus, and Kai are all on their respective homeworlds for their leave.)

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    • Akatosh the Dragon god of time wrote:
      (So what happen while I was gone?)

      (Nothing important. We're at the Voi memorial right now.)

      Hartley: Chyenka, I know this isn't the best time to say this but, you are getting promoted. To Gunnery Sergeant. I want you to act as a co-commander. And later, as the leader of the Task Force, in case I...

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    • Chyenka walks up to the memorial.

      Carpenter: Did you read the file? DAB's, I mean.

      Chyenka: Why would I? I want to remember DAB as I knew him - as my friend. Not as whatever's in that file. You find out whatever you like. I'll remember him my way.

      Chyenka walks away, leaving Carpenter standing there.

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    • Ashley walked up to the memorial and put some flowers near her brother's picture she then walked back to the rest of the team.

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    • Bristow wipes off his tears, and after a moment, he joins the team again.

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    • Hartley walks up to the memorial.

      Hartley: You were one of the best SPARTANs I've ever fought with, DAB. It was an honour. I don't care about what you did before you rejoined the UNSC; I'll never forget the countless times you and I saved each other's lives. Farewell, SPARTAN.

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    • Phillipae walked passed Bravo. "I am truly sorry for your losses. It was an honor to fight beside them and you." 

      He extended his hand with the intent to shake with each of them in turn.

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    • Bristow silently shakes Phillipae's hand.

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    • Ashley shakes Phillipae's hand. 

      "Thank you I wish my brother was here to see this war finally over." Ashley said.

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    • This time, it was Michaels who confronted Parangosky. He became on of the few humans ever to do this.

      Michaels: You won't get him. He escaped you once, he'll do it again.

      Parangosky: You would defend him? You know what he did...

      Michaels: How do you... You planted it!

      Parangosky: Whoops. My mistake...

      Michaels: You are sick!

      He turns and walks away.

      Parangosky: We'll catch him. We know where he is.

      Michaels: Over my dead body...

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    • Chyenka: Thank you sir.

      Chyenka shakes Phillipae's hand, with a nod.

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    • Hartley nods and shakes his hand.

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    • (Planted it?)

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    • "Though many have fallen on both sides, none shall be forgotten," Phillipae said as he moved down the line.

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    • (ONI doesn't usually leave files lying about in crew quarters.)

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    • (Wasn't sure to what it reffered. Thanks.)

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    • (So much has happened in the Post-War era already, and we haven't even got to the first battle. Anyway, seeing as the Voi Memorial is all but done, we ought to begin generating mission ideas. No Covies yet, remember.)

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