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> “Did that AI erase my memory of this earpiece and implant false memories”
It altered your memories, don’t worry though, your brain is stronger, it will make out the false and true memories. but the real question is, why did she choose you?
“That’s what I said why here why now but another question is how did the rifle move Roland said the camras picked up nothing”
Name a piece of tech the covies use and last longer than our version. You cant see it when it is being used.
“There cloack device but how did she move she is in a gun that cannot move by itself”
No one specified who moved it, somebody want you to have it.
(this is so much like Harry potter and goblet of fire)
“Well now I know how long a second is to an AI but who would want me to have the gun only you and J25 know me no one else deos”
I have no idea but, for now.
drops metal chip thing and crushes it.
We can stay safe.
The next day the memories didn’t go away but he kept them to himself rook is in the pub
“Knight I didn’t get my steak yesterday”
he says to knight at the bar keep
after he ate he realized something his mind was more complex he had in a way the mind of an AI but he kept that to himself
Edit:oh ya I just went to the begging and realized i am an odst so if I put spartan recruit it’s really an odst with red primary and white secondary colors on my armor oh and he looks like the rookie from halo 3 odst except red and white armor like my profile picture
Sam was still in the pub, isolated to his own booth with no company but the rifle laid on the couch beside him. A half empty bottle of hard cider rolled back and forth against his table at the will of his fingertips. It was his third in the course of an hour. He put the bottle to his lips, tilted his head back, and barely tasted the bittersweet apple flavor. Setting the bottle down, he looked at himself in the reflection of his ODST helmet, a blue, warped representation of himself.
He ran a pair of fingers along his face, expecting it to feel numb from the alcohol. He wasn’t that drunk yet, nor did he feel as aged as he wanted to believe in this melancholy state. It was odd not to feel worn after all he had been through, from enlistment to being a privateer. No, he wasn’t the dime-a-dozen, tortured past hero, but he sure as hell had gone through the mill.
By now his head started to feel heavy. To keep himself occupied, he pulled the matte-black M6G from his holster and inspected it. Responsibility was still among his wits, and he knew unloading the weapon was a good idea, lest an accident happen and he be forever known as “that one drunk -Yoink- hole who put a round in the ceiling.” He dropped the mag and yanked the slide back with a metal klink to eject the last round manually. Sam’s numbed reaction time prevented him from catching the round in the air in his signature way. The nickel shine bullet clattered to the floor and rolled away from his table in an arch, stopped, and rocked back and forth.
Feeling hypnotized by its sway, Clyde watched it even as he lowered his head until it was resting on the table.
Spartan Admiral Joseph Standford reporting for duty sir
Very well son, come take a look a this report “sais division 47’s Fleet Admiral James hood”
“Gasps” Another god forsaken attack by the covenant elites “Spartan Joseph said”
Looks like there back to their old tricks, but ahhh they seem more like savages than anything else “James hood said”
I agree “Spartan Joseph said”
Um excuse me sir and sir there has just been an attack on Alpha Sigma Station 2534-8266828-566 “said disgruntle marine”
Very well under stood prep all sqauds for imeadiate combat get all are defenses up and running “James hood”
Well I guess its time for me to suit up good luck admiral “Spartan Joseph”
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> Sam was still in the pub, isolated to his own booth with no company but the rifle laid on the couch beside him. A half empty bottle of hard cider rolled back and forth against his table at the will of his fingertips. It was his third in the course of an hour. He put the bottle to his lips, tilted his head back, and barely tasted the bittersweet apple flavor. Setting the bottle down, he looked at himself in the reflection of his ODST helmet, a blue, warped representation of himself.
>
> He ran a pair of fingers along his face, expecting it to feel numb from the alcohol. He wasn’t that drunk yet, nor did he feel as aged as he wanted to believe in this melancholy state. It was odd not to feel worn after all he had been through, from enlistment to being a privateer. No, he wasn’t the dime-a-dozen, tortured past hero, but he sure as hell had gone through the mill.
>
> By now his head started to feel heavy. To keep himself occupied, he pulled the matte-black M6G from his holster and inspected it. Responsibility was still among his wits, and he knew unloading the weapon was a good idea, lest an accident happen and he be forever known as “that one drunk -Yoink- hole who put a round in the ceiling.” He dropped the mag and yanked the slide back with a metal klink to eject the last round manually. Sam’s numbed reaction time prevented him from catching the round in the air in his signature way. The nickel shine bullet clattered to the floor and rolled away from his table in an arch, stopped, and rocked back and forth.
>
> Feeling hypnotized by its sway, Clyde watched it even as he lowered his head until it was resting on the table.
“Sir why are you sitting by yourself you have been like this for the last 3 hours can I at least keep you company”
rook sees in his eyes with his AI mind that this man was a tortured soul that just wanted to be left alone
“never mind”
rook went back to thinking about the memories they should have disaprered houres ago but why did she choose me then the thought of the black plasma rifle came to thought what does is do it probley doesn’t work it looks old he thought
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> Spartan Admiral Joseph Standford reporting for duty sir
> Very well son, come take a look a this report “sais division 47’s Fleet Admiral”
> (is it supposed to be like that)
Rook was walking down the hall when he turned and bumped into the fleet adrimal
“sorry sir”
he then walked to the pub
You really weren’t lying with the title there.
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> You really weren’t lying with the title there.
At this point in the strong time was reversed but everyone remembers but I somehow ended up in the future when I was in the past
Sergeant Johnson walks in and looks at everyone…
“Dont mind me, im just gonna get a pack of crackers and watch this play-out.”
Goes to sit in a chair.
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> Sergeant Johnson walks in and looks at everyone…
> “Dont mind me, im just gonna get a pack of crackers and watch this play-out.”
> Goes to sit in a chair.
“You new here”
looks over at the newcomer
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> You really weren’t lying with the title there.
It was good but…it just veered off I guess 
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> > You really weren’t lying with the title there.
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> It was good but…it just veered off I guess
By the way I haven’t seen your character at all
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> > It was good but…it just veered off I guess
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> By the way I haven’t seen your character at all
(She went MIA :p)