The Survivors Reboot #2

Community General Discussion
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Oy, You! Don’t just stand there staring! Join in! Everyone is welcome.

The rulz of Roleplay.
Note that this is serious RP. In character levity is totally fine, but breaking the 4th wall is not. (Parentheses denote OOC speech)

Characters: You may have three main characters protected by plot convenience, one Protagonist, a sidekick, and an Antagonist. Any others, good or bad, can be killed in battle. Mission Specific Characters are also fine and can be protected by plot convineience for the duration of the mission, they don’t need an introduction.
WARNING/NOTICE: You can have more characters that are not protected by plot convenience, just remember that they can be killed. You should also keep in mind that plot convenience can only protect your main characters so much, if you let them get put in a position where they cannot realistically survive, they will die.

Format…
Name:
Nickname: (Captain Fluffy)
Race: (Human, Elite, Spartan, Promethean, etc)
Faction: (UNSC or otherwise)
Rank:
Class: (Medic, Engineer, Marksman, etc)
Specialization: (Swords, Snipers, Explosives)
Weapons: (Only two at a time people)
Armor:
Armor Enhancements: (Armor Lock Activate!)
Gear: (Grappling hooks and such)
Biography: (I used to be an adventurer like you…)
Feel free to add more, this is the bare minimum.

Story.
The story will be by your actions, the Survivors initiative will act as a Hub from which we can launch missions. No blowing it up.
The year is 2553, the Covenant is broken, but still a threat. The Master Chief is MIA, and we have risen up in his absence. Despite his victory, we are on the brink. Both factions are in dissaray, and the Insurrection is rising up. We will stop them and quell the Covenant at the same time.

Missions: You are more than welcome to begin one at any time once we have all reached the hub. No one is required to participate, in fact, you can go off by yourself for a bit if you so choose. Just remember, if you start a mission, you are effectively the dungeon master. The other players may return to base if you stop posting consistantly. Also be sure to respect the current Dungeon Master if you are on a mission. Don’t go trying to change the plot without his/her approval.

Outpost 2, the hub.
The local star rises over the charred husk of bliss, it’s golden rays reflect off of the steel surface of Outpost 2. The large box is circled around by two rings, one nestling inside the other. Landing craft enter and exit from the 2 hanger bays in the “top” of the null gravity center piece. The two freely rotating rings provide gravity to the stations living areas and such. The station is partially used for ferrying supplies to the mining efforts on the planet below, but the entire outer ring is used by the Survivors Project. The ring contains 10 barracks areas, 5 fitness centers, 5 advanced training rooms, 1 large training field, 1 large park, 3 medical facilities, 2 armories, 4 motor pools, 2 cafeterias, and 1 armor storage room. The Barracks and fitness centers contain the showers. Primary Survivors operators are assigned Barracks 1.

Survivors Command**.**
Bishop, Watchdog, Bevard, and Gregor are residents of Outpost 2 that will be invaluable to your efforts.
Brigader General Bishop: Is in charge of tactical planning, training, and troop deployment. If you need any assistance planning a mission, Bishop is your man.
Agent Watchdog**:** Has a large and wide web of contacts all throughout the galaxy. He can provide you with missions and Intel.
Dockmaster Gregor: Is connected to the corporate sector. He can source armor upgrades, special Equipment, and even prototype vehicles.
Doctor Bevard: runs all augmentation and medical procedures, he’s pompous, but gets the job done.
(Note that these 4 are intended to help set up events, not be main characters)

I scrapped the combat system, too complex. Though I have it saved to a document if you guys want it back.

Combat.
When fighting extras, (Unnamed characters) you may kill them with little to no contest. When fighting a main character you must fight using a turn based system. Please don’t auto hit, let the other player decide when they take a hit. (Insignificant hits are fine, like punching a Steel shoulderpad.)

Pretty much done editing. Anything else will be extra.

Note: We may be moving to a different website soonish. I will include a link if that happens.

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Name: Jackson
Nickname: Tin Man
Race: Spartan II
Faction: UNSC
Rank: CPO
Class: Pilot
Specialization: Shotguns
Weapons: BR55 Battle Rifle, M90 Shotgun
Armor: Mjolnir Mark VI Gen 1
Helmet: Mjolner Defender Gen 2
Armor Color: Brick with Steel accents
Visor: Dynasty
Armor Enhancements: Bubble Shield
Gear: Biofoam Canister, Damascus Tactical Knife, Emergency Reentry Package, Trauma Kit.
Biography: Sierra 115 once led a three man Spartan team, his teammates were declared MIA on Reach. Since then the Spartan has become even more reclusive than usual of a Spartan, but far more deadly. Displaying recklessness that would be suicidal for a normal man, the Spartan’s augmentations, experience, and sheer willpower have allowed him to survive the same sort of situations that killed his brethren on Reach.

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Name: Ephraim Millers
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Faction: Navy, ONI
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Class: Forensic Scientist and Field Operative
Specializations: Forensic Analysis
Weapons: M7 SMG and M392 DMR
Armor: Modified Nightfall armor
Armor Colour**:** Full Black
Armor Enhancements: None
Gear: Rubber gloves, head rest, dissection scissors, ropes, goggles, arterial and jugular tubes, autopsy saws, blades and a dissecting knife, X-ray box, fingerprint set, osteometric board and post-mortem needles.
Additional Gear: If Ephraim is on a ship, he will generally procure a forensic laboratory in order to perform more precise autopsies. He will then have an autopsy table, water path, forensic carbon and more.
Biography: Ephraim was born August 16th 2527 on an Outer Colony planet. His family fled to Paris IV when the Covenant glassed the city. There he studied to become a forensic analyst to work as a CSI for the local police department. However, he felt a calling to the military, and signed up for the Army. Around 2549, during one of his tours, one of the soldiers in his unit was mysteriously murdered. Ephraim took what he had learned and found the culprit. ONI found him and offered him to work on more large-scale projects. These were related to understanding why an entire battalion went missing or discovering more about the Covenant species through autopsies. Ephraim accepted and was transferred to Reach. He spent the next three years working there, then was again transferred to Earth weeks before the Covenant Invasion.
Shortly after the Human-Covenant War ended, Ephraim was put on leave, and he now does his own thing until ONI calls upon him. Currently, he works closely with the local police department.

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Name: Damon-212
Nickname: Sane
Race: Human
Faction: UNSC
Rank:Captain
Class: Spartan II
Specialization: Sniper, Recon
Weapons: M392 Designated Marksmen Rifle: Silencer with a a CE Sniper Rifle Scope, Night vision 2x-10x Nornfang bullets for ammo, 15 mag clip. Modified M6D with Silencer and burst fire.
Armor:Mark V (B) modified to Mark VI gen 2 standards
Armor Enhancements: Active camo modified to be like CE camo
Gear: Energy Daggers on both hands, Fire Bombs, grille suit like armor (seen art work of Bungie and 343 do this)
Biography: Damon-212 abducted at age 6 by the Office of Naval Intelligence went to Reach and trained till getting augmented amd being one of the few survivors. Damon-212 seeming to not lost his sanity and still thinks of his home on Arcadia as the others went and act like machines amd not themselves later getting his nickname Sane. Later found his talents at stealth and as a Sniper and a Lone Wolf.

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Okay, I’ll have the rules of battle up and running before we have any PVP.

>: System update, 2553, January 26th. WARNING CLASSIFIED INFORMATION… Working… Override code: ‘brostotheclose’

"Hello. You have been selected for a special project. The details are unimportant, what is important is that you are being offered 1mil CR with a signing on bonus of 100,000 CR. Now that we have your attention, you may accept by selecting the below. This document contains classified information. Once you have selected it, there is no going back. End message.

The Office of Naval Intelligence is proud to welcome you to the Survivors Project. You will be transported to our cozy little station above Bliss immediately. Details are enclosed. You are the vanguard against the Covenant and the Insurrection. You will sabotage and delay, keeping the enemy off balance while we rebuild. Welcome aboard.

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Name: Connor Brent
Nickname: Gears
Race: Human
Faction: UNSC
Rank: Lance Corporal
Class: ODST, Engineer
Specialization: Explosives, Technician
Weapons: DMR, SAW
Armor: Standard ODST
Armor Enhancements: (Armor Lock Activate!)
Gear: Explosives, Technician’s Kit
Biography: Born on October 17, 2526, Connor grew up somewhat poor in New Phoenix. His father was abusive, and when Connor was six, his father stole what little money his family had and disappeared. By the time Connor reached high school, things had started looking up again. He met his future wife Brittney, became a star quarterback on the school football team, and graduated at the top of his class. He went on to college to become an engineer, and eventually enlisted to become an ODST with his brother Zachary, who was a year younger than Connor. Then, when Connor was 20, his mother died in a car collision. Several years later, in 2552 Connor and Zachary saw combat in New Mombassa, where Zachary died.
After having seen and battled the Covenant threat, Connor fears few things, but there is one thing that he dreads more than anything else: Losing his wife. And that is part of what drives him to fight, so that no future threat could harm his family any further.

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January 25th, 2553, 0900
URNA, New Phoenix

“Two swift blows to the head.” Ephraim stated, after he had quickly measured the dimensions of the cranium of the victim.

Ephraim was working for the New Phoenix Police Department, a year after the Human-Covenant War had ended. He worked at the Departments forensics lab, and was called to an incident a few blocks away. Slightly off protocol, as the person calling him was a friend, and he was to only analyze a body after the police had cleared the area. However, the body was found, and preliminary analysis showed the body had been there for a few hours. After the call, Ephraim slid his phone into his pocket, and started filling his back with the necessary gear he might need. Some gloves, scissors, post-mortem needles and a dissecting knife. If he needed anything more, he could radio in for the body to be brought to his laboratory in order to have a more accurate and precise analysis. He was, however, confident in his skills of deduction and what might have happened at the crime scene.

He didn’t take his car, and showed up to the scene in a few minutes, where he was waved to by the officer who had been called in. Taking a first look at the scene, the body was in an alley. And he was propped up to the wall just to the right of Ephraim. The wall was completely clean from what Ephraim could see. There were several cruisers blocking off the alley and street, with some yellow tape around the crime scene.

Ephraim went under the tape, and walked up to the officer. “Good morning officer.” Ephraim greeted. The policeman was not as cheery.

“Fat chance of good Millers.” The policeman looked behind him. “Poor sod was found in the alley here. Seems to have died a while ago. Was called in recently because some couple accidentally stumbled upon the body, they are over there.” He pointed back towards one of the police cruisers, with a male and female leaning against it.

Ephraim nodded, listening to the very quick summary of what he had already deduced, keeping the couple in mind for later. “Anything on the man?”

“What do you mean Ephraim?” The officer asked, turning to look at him.

“I mean luxuries, goods. Did he have a watch on him? Where is his wallet? Why wasn’t the body found sooner, there are people living in these buildings.” Ephraim wasn’t being harsh, but he needed the information. Direct and blunt, the officer was adding a bit too much fluff.

“The body had his skull smashed in, I don’t know how many times. What good would these things do?” Ephraim refrained from sighing.

“It gives a motive. Why was the man dead. Have we already figured out who the victim was?”

The officer shook his head. “No, not yet. DNA samples haven’t returned from the lab.”

“Okay. Did he have a watch?”

The officer looked puzzled. “What is that for? Another motive?”

“Time of death.” Ephraim clarified. “A suicide is so far the best answer, a suicide where he landed on his head. This would account for no one hearing him and his skull, but that wouldn’t explain his body being propped up to the side of the alleyway. Therefore, this is a murder case. A homicide. The watch will most likely be intact, and won’t display his time of death. Has the wallet been found?”

“We never searched the body.” The officer concluded. Ephraim nodded again, then gave a slight forced smile.

“Alright, thank you. You have helped me a little, even though it might not seem like it. I’m going to look over the body now and talk with the couple.” Without anything more, Ephraim left the officer and went towards the crime scene.

Automatically, there was more than what he saw initially. First off, the alleyway was sketchy. Graffiti, cigarette buds and beer bottles littered the edges of the buildings. There was a giant blood stain on the ground, with a trail leading right up to the body. Ephraim crouched and looked at the blood. “The blood is still fresh, which means that the death happened today, probably sometime last night. Might explain why nobody heard anything.” He was saying these things more to himself, but it helped him paint a picture. He looked at the body, and saw the bashed in skull. Ephraim reached into his bag and pulled out a measuring tool and dug out his gloves. He measured the head of the victim. “Two quick blows to the head. This means he was murdered. One would almost lead to suicide, but two makes it a clear murder.” Ephraim lifted the shirt, and saw a giant bruise, probably shaped like a baton on the mans chest. “Make that three hits. One to the chest, two to the head. One to double over the man, the other two to kill it.” He dropped the shirt and reached into his pocket, taking note that the watch on his wrist was still ticking. Inside, he found the wallet. Opening it up, he found who the victim was. “James Kallister. Is a manager at one of the local banks in the city, and has a slight reputation to his name. Harsh on his employees. But they are paid well and the customers love the bank. The murderer might be from the bank, and would explain the baton, but why did no one hear anything?”

Ephraim looked up at the face of James, and saw a wordless howl, almost like he was choking, a red line around the neck. “Attempted to choke. No, successful choke.” He looked closer and saw a slight wire shape around James neck. The red line. “He was choked to death, then his corpse was beaten. Once in the chest then two in the head. Choked, fell to the ground over there,” he looked towards the blood stain, “Then beaten, then propped up against the wall. Meaning the murderer did not like James. Seems overly complicated when a gun would work. But a gun is loud, asphyxiation is not. Then he could do whatever with the corpse. Though he has a bit of humanity.” Ephraim stood up. “Whatever the case, I know who to look for. Former employee of James with a baton, yay width baton, and a choke wire.” Ephraim checked James muscles and shook his head. “Time of death was several hours ago. Probably before midnight. Could probably find the fingerprints on the clothes but I don’t have time.”

Ephraim took off the gloves and went to the nearest trash can, placing the gloves in a bag. What he saw was the baton. “Well this just makes things easy. Murder weapon in the trash, how very 60’s.” Ephraim called over a police officer and told them to bring the baton to the crime lab. Finally he went to the couple.

They seemed to be in a type of shock. Probably the first dead body they had seen. Ephraim wasn’t particularly surprised that the female was like this, but the male was. Never a soldier, never fought the Covenant. Ephraim went up to the woman first and asked what she saw. She said her boyfriend saw the body and immediately told her to call 911. He also told her not to look, but she did anyways.

When Ephraim went to the man, he looked at Ephraim dead in the eye. “That man was killed, wasn’t he?” Ephraim didn’t see a point in lying, plus it was stupidly obvious. Ephraim nodded. “I didn’t do it, alright?” The man said, with a slight shrill in his voice.

“Did you prop up the body when you saw it?” Ephraim asked. The man shook his head. Glancing up quickly, there was a camera looking right down the alleyway. If this man was lying, the camera would tell. Ephraim smiled and left the man, going up to one of the officers. “I want the footage from that camera, the body and the baton brought to my lab within the hour. Also, look up any and all ex-employees and current employees of James Kallister. Bring me their fingerprints.”

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January 25th, 2553, 1800
URNA, New Phoenix Police Department

Ephraim had finally received the fingerprints from the employees and ex-employees that he had tasked the officer. Another package had also come for him. The seal of ONI. He sighed loudly, and opened up the package. In it was a message. A very simple message to.

Come to the ONI Facility a few blocks from the department. You are being redeployed.

Ephraim quickly grabbed several bits of gear, figuring what might actually happen. He might actually lose his laboratory. Probably deployed to a ship. He wouldn’t be surprised.

Earth ONI Facility

Ephraim was quickly ushered into a room. Specifically for him to confer with Section One and the Commander in Chief of the Office of Naval Intelligence. Margaret Parangosky. There was also a third member, one he did not recognize. That made him think they had made a program, specifically where he would need to monitor them. Being a forensic scientist, that also made him believe there would be a lot of killing. Secrecy, ONI’s favourite tool. Section One’s favourite tool was information. And he had to be proficient in both.

“Lieutenant Commander Ephraim Millers. Glad to see you here,” the CINCONI said, breaking the silence. Ephraim saluted.

“Ma’am.”

“No need for that Millers.” She said, waving her hand. Ephraim broke the salute, placed his hands behind his back and put his feet shoulder width apart. All within a heartbeat. Ephraim smiled inwardly, as he remembered how many times he had to salute. Back when he thought he was making a slight difference, before the Covenant attacked and glassed Paris IV. As far as Ephraim knew, not many people had two home planets glassed back to back for them. Then again, there was a lot of space out there. “I have called you here because we need you for something.”

“Does that something have to do with gathering information?” Ephraim asked, almost monotonically. He gestured towards the Section One representative. “Hence him being here.”

“Yes and no. More like looking over a project.” The man from Section One said. He looked towards the man to his left. The man nodded and stood up.

“I have devised a project, an initiative, to deal with Insurrectionist and Covenant threats. These soldiers are handpicked by ONI with a substantial reward for them to participate in.”

“You’re grabbing mercenaries?” Ephraim asked, slightly horrified. Mercenaries were unpredictable and generally out for their own skin.

“No. Spartans and ODSTs. Ones who have already completed tours, but still want to make a difference. Kind of like you.”

Ephraim hesitated for a second. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“You will be overseeing the entire project and monitoring each and every member.” Margaret said. “You will not be leading this group, instead you will determine who shall lead it. You will head to Bliss, wait for the members, and learn about each and every one of them. No matter what. We will also give you the files to each member that is on Bliss. You won’t be without information.”

“I would assume that.” Ephraim finalized, confirming he was in. Though he felt like a choice was somewhat told to him.

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Damon-212 was in the hangar of the Mt.Hood, he was examing his dagger on his wrist, the blade was crackly quietly as he looked at it. He wanted to leave his life he had as a Spartan. The life of fighting a war that we barely won and militia rising back up and this new Covenant isn’t making it any easier. Damon wanted to retire but had no money to help him retire. He hears a person walking towards him. He looks away from his dagger and looks at the person, He was standing firm and stood straight with the badge of ONI on his suit. He spoke, "We been hearing chatter of you wanting to retire from being a Spartan. Why is that? Damon-212 looked at the man, his eyes sad and weary looking like it saw something no man would ever see and grasp in a lifetime. "You ever wonder what it’s like being a Spartan? Abducted at a young age, seeing your life taken away and become this machine? Seeing that your old home and new home glassed by the Covenant? No, you didn’t. So I want to retire and leave a peaceful life and leave all of this behind me! He smashed his hand to a Pelican next to him. The man can see the dent in the Pelican and spoke right away to get away from Damon-212. “We have a deal for you that is a deal of a lifetime for you Damon.” He holds out a data pad and reads it.
"Hello Damon-212. You have been selected for a special project. The details are unimportant, what is important is that you are being offered 1mil CR with a signing on bonus of 100,000 CR. Now that we have your attention, you may accept by selecting the below. This document contains classified information. Once you have selected it, there is no going back. End message.
Damon-212 looks at the man again. “Is this even true?” The man looked scared but yet kept trying to have his face serious towards Damon-212. “Yes, if you do this, you could retire and start new life. Like you said. Do you accept?” The man looked nervous like he was about to bolt any second. “Yes, I accept.” "Good, here is the information tha tyou are gonna do. If you try to reject you would sent to a prision and never see daylight ever again. Do I make myself clear? Damon-212 nodded. “Show me.” The man gives him the data pad and the rest of the message.
The Office of Naval Intelligence is proud to welcome you to the Survivors Project. You will be transported to our cozy little station above Bliss immediately. Details are enclosed. You are the vanguard against the Covenant and the Insurrection. You will sabotage and delay, keeping the enemy off balance while we rebuild. Welcome aboard.
“Where do I go?” Damon-212 looked at the man. “Tommorrow at 1800, welcome aboard.” He snatched the datapad and ranned off like a madman. Damon-212 thinks, “Who will be part of this mission?” Damon-212 to his cryo and kept his armor on. He puts his back onto the wall and feel the door seal in front of him. He sees a man emerge in front of him, the man from the hangar. “I lied, you are going now. Good luck” “No! you -Yoink-!” He feels his body stiffen up and then goes cryo.

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January 24th, 2553, 0700 hours
The wire brush makes a slight rasping noise as Jackson uses it to scrape the gooey mess of blood, mud, and random particles off his maroon boots. The bright blue and purple of the blood clashes with the dark red, and style is about all he has left at this point.

“Petty Officer?” Jackson looks up into the faces of three Marines, a Sergent and two Privates. The Sergeant, Grant, is covered in mud, sweat, and blood, both human and alien. The Privates on the other hand are prim and polished, new meat for the slaughter. Jackson takes his time studying the three, making them squirm a bit under the golden visor’s silent glare. He smiles.

“Go ahead Sergeant.” Jackson answers in his soothing baritone voice. The Sergeant relaxes a bit and nods. Jackson grins, the comforting tone he has perfected over the years is one of the many reasons he has been sent in most often with the Marines. After Reach, of course.

“Good news.” The Sergeant begins. “That Chieftain you took down last night was the enemy ground commander. The Brutes keep running over each other out there, we could have this stronghold mopped up in less than a week.” The Sergeant actually smiles at that thought. Victory is a new feeling for the Marines. Jackson knows it well, and knows the danger of overconfidence.

“Good.” He replies. “I’ll take out their anti air turrets in the city in a few hours. Then you all can push the museum. If we do this right, we should be able to cut around their front lines.” The Sergeant nods and replies.

“I’ll tell the Major.” With that, the Sergeant leaves and Jackson goes back to cleaning his boots. After a few seconds he looks up at the two young Privates.

“Why are you still here?” He asks in an unfriendly tone. One of the two ducks out of the tent, but the other steps forward.

“I’m looking for my friend.” She says. Jackson frowns and stares into the girl’s innocent blue eyes.

“Does this friend have a name?” Jackson asks as his eyes search her jacket for an insignia and her freckled face for a clue.

“Timmy.” She answers without the slightest flicker of emotion. Jackson grits his teeth.

“You refer to him as Petty Officer Timothy, or I send you home in a basket.” Jackson replies savagely. “Understood?” The girl just stands there with no indication of any emotion. “Give it.” Jackson orders with a hint of resignation. The girl hands him a flash drive and leaves promptly. The drive is emblazoned with the crest of ONI. “One day I’ll have you stuffed in my foyer Parangosky. One day.” He mutters.

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January 26th, 2553, 1000

Ephraim stared at the datapad that had been given to him by Section One. On the file was several different persons. From Spartan-II’s to IV’s, ODSTs and Marines, to Seamen and Captains. What was being created was something big. An entire initiative. And he had to determine each and every single one of these guys motivations. Something told him it wouldn’t be so easy. The Spartans he could easily determine. Section One had very extensive files on the two Spartan-II’s he was looking at. The ODSTs would be a tad tricky, but he was confident in his abilities. That was probably why he was chosen to oversee the initiative.

He had to determine a leader. How would he determine a leader with the information he was given?

The prowler rocked slightly as it exited slipspace over the planet Bliss. There was no windows so he couldn’t see the planet, nor would he be able to determine what it looked like. It was a planet, that was it. But it would most likely be his home for a while.

“Lieutenant Commander, we are entering the stations orbit. Prepare for landing.” The pilot of the prowler reported. ONI loved their little toys. Well, so long as it was beneficial.

After the landing, he looked over all of the files again, as he would need to recollect each member that he saw touch down. Luckily, he wasn’t the oldest nor youngest member in this entire list, making him an easy choice for ONI to bring in. Again, more of ONI knowing how to use people.

Ephraim looked around, seeing all of the people moving and working around the landing pad. Personnel that had been hired by ONI. An entire operations base.

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(Added the description for the HUB in the initial post. after the “story” bit. Sorry I forgot to earlier.)

January 24th, 2553, 1000 hours.

“Petty Officer!” Jackson turns around, one boot on the Condor’s boarding ramp. Sargent Grant stands just out of range of the craft’s exhaust. Jackson turns up his helmet’s amplification to combat the roaring engines.

“Orders Sargent.” He answers. “We had a good run.” With that, Jackson turns and boards the dropship. The Sargent stands back as the boarding ramp swings shut, and the glorified Pelican launches upwards. The ship streaks towards the atmosphere, leaving a trail of tan dust in its wake. Instead of sitting down, Jackson moves up to the cockpit. The door opening startles the pilot.

“Something wrong Petty Officer?” The pilot asks.

“No.” Jackson answers. He stands in the doorway, watching the stars as they climb into the heavens. The Pilot shrugs, and returns his focus to the task at hand. The Condor breaks free of the planet’s gravity and aligns itself with Bliss. “How long?” Jackson asks.

“Bliss is two days from here. This old girl can really move, it would take a Cruiser twice as long.” Jackson doesn’t respond. The Pilot continues his preparations for another two minutes, then the Condor rockets forward, tearing a hole in reality and disappearing through it.

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(May I note I am not controlling anything related to people on the station, someone else can do that :slight_smile: )
January 26th, 2553, 1200
Bliss, Outpost 2, "Survivors Hub"

Ephraim told the station AI to notify him of any and all people cleared to enter the station. That would include any and all members from this Survivors Initiative. He made sure that the AI scanned neural implants of Spartans and ODSTs, the ones who were on the list, and the ones who had been given the reward.

Ephraim shook his head. It was a bribe, if anything, and seemed to fully dumb down the entire initiative. The way the man who created the project noted, it seemed good and noble, but he knew what that man was actually thinking. It was another way to deal with the Covenant, just hidden behind an Insurrectionist crime fighting veil. He knew of Margaret’s thought to keep the Sangheili race on their feet, unable to predict and unable to fight back. He would have to dig a little deeper into that operation.

Whether he agreed or disagreed, it didn’t matter with him. ONI was for the betterment of Humanity, and his job is to analyze people and the Covenant. The amount of autopsies he did on dead Covenant species, from Brutes to Elites, to Jackals and Grunts, made him just as proficient in understanding how a Grunts body ticked, to how a Humans body did. Yes, that included muscle relaxation and body temperature. Course, classified information, Ephraim distanced himself from the information he had uncovered.

He also recommended the insurgency on the Sangheili homeworld. He drew parallels to how well the Insurrectionists worked within the Human colonies. How they managed to actually keep Humanity stuck on a certain tech level, while the Covenant continued to excel due to their controlling prophets. And how insurgency was quickly destroyed. That was because of how loyal they were. With that loyalty gone, multiple views come out, and if you hit those views, make them blossom, well Sangheili act more like Humans at that point. Fairly more aggressive though, best to have Spartans watching your back when you dabble in Sangheili insurrection.

The station was very much reminiscent of standard UNSC Navy ships. Very simple, light gray walls, and he was looking for something specific. A forensic laboratory. Otherwise he might have to procure one. It was where he was most at home. A man walked past him. Ephraim reached out and grabbed his soldier. The man turned, and quickly saluted.

“Lieutenant Commander sir!” The man seemed young. Maybe younger than him by a bit.

“At ease Crewman.” The man dropped his hand, and slightly relaxed, but was still stiff. “Crewman,” Ephraim started, and the man snapped his head up a bit higher, “Is there a forensic laboratory on this space station?”

“There is 10 barracks, 5 fitness centers, 5 training rooms all high tech, 1 large training field, a park, 3 medicinal faculties, 2 armouries, 4 motor pools, 2 cafeterias, and an armor storage room. Barracks 1 is reserved strictly for The Survivors. Being one of the ONI agents overseeing, you’re placed in one of the Officer rooms.”

“But no forensic laboratory?” Ephraim asked, slightly disappointed.

The Crewman hesitated, unsure on what to say exactly. “Um… yeah, no forensic laboratory.”

Ephraim nodded, confirming his suspicions. “I am assuming there is space to create a laboratory, or at least procure the necessary equipment.”

The Crewman shook his head. “No. The most we could do is refit a medical facility.”

“How big are these facilities?”

“Fairly big, they have to be. What are you suggesting?”

Ephraim smiled, knowing this might actually harm people. “Half one of the facilities. Convert it into a Forensics Laboratory. It would greatly help me, and since there is no space, I guess I am converting one of the facilities that makes the most sense.”

The crewman nodded. “Yes sir, what should I have brought?”

“Here is a list.” Ephraim said, and handed him a datapad. “This will give you everything you need, plus the credits necessary to purchase the materials. And yes, I know this is a strange request, but it’s fine. Just get it done crewman.”

“Yes sir.” The crewman saluted, then left Ephraim to his own thoughts. His thoughts were simple calculations about the future. Whether they become truth, he would have to say.

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Outpost 2, High Orbit, Bliss.
January 26th, 2553, 1200 hours

Out of the swarm of docking personnel a man emerges and approaches Ephraim. The man is clad in steel grey naval attire with a polished silver ONI insignia above his left breast. He has no visible rank markings. He stops within arms reach of Ephraim “Welcome.” The man says in a soothing voice, the kind one would expect to hear calling for an evacuation. “I am Doctor Bevard. Am I correct in assuming that you are Lieutenant Commander Millers?” His words sound rehearsed, and his demeanor is that of a mortician. The Doctor holds out his right hand, which is encased in a white glove.

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Outpost 2, High Orbit, Bliss
January 26th, 2553, 1201

Ephraim turns to look at the Doctor, noticing zero rank but the simple ONI insignia. Along with that of a person who regularly worked with the dead. Cold, coherent, precise. Almost like a forensic scientist dabbled too much in the dead and became engrossed in them. The coherent and precise part anyways. Ephraim’s guess was that this man might have worked at one of the medical facilities on the station.

Of course, the rehearsed sound of his voice shelled him with ONI. Might have been sent by Margaret or maybe by someone else. Either way, he didn’t see any rank. His rank was displayed on his dress uniform that he wore, as he was proud in his accomplishments. He guessed not all spooks were like that. Some liked to go undercover, or simply didn’t care for a rank. Reminded him of a buddy back on Reach. Wore the insignia, not the rank. No point showing how high up. If he had had his BDU equipment on him, he could scan the neural implant of the man, but he didn’t, so he didn’t salute the man. Instead just nodded.

“You would be correct in that assumption Doctor Bevard. I am here on request by the Section One administrator and the Commander in Chief herself. Might I ask what your role is here?” His voice flowed over every syllable perfectly, from years of talking to people to try and find any sort of motive within the slight words. It helped piece things together, and he generally got straight answers. However, he felt like a game was afoot with this man. It happened with all spooks, especially those from the different sections that Section Zero tried their hardest to hide.

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Outpost 2, High Orbit, Bliss
Present

The Doctor folds his hands together and lets them rest in front of his waist. “I am here to aid you in whatever way you may need. Think of me as a secretary of sorts.” His inflection never changes. “My current task is to show you to the command center, the rest of the administration team is eager to meet you. If you would follow me?” The Doctor turns on his heel with military precision and starts across the hanger towards a hallway. On either side of the door two ONI operatives wearing Nightfall class armor stand at attention.

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Outpost 2, High Orbit, Bliss
January 26th, 2553, 1202

Ephraim followed the “Doctor.” Something told him that this man wasn’t actually a doctor, though the way he dressed, talked and acted was made to fool the casual observer. Make them think that he was actually a doctor, tasked with keeping people alive. Of course, that is the natural assumption. Save lives, especially on a space station, would lessen suspicion. Except for two major things.

One, the ONI insignia. Most doctors employed by ONI won’t wear the insignia, instead they will wear an identification badge. This one did though and had no other way of identifying himself other than by stating his name. His name could be forged to, but he doubted it.

Second was the way he walked. Military precision. No civilian has that same sort of training, and he knew all of the people in Section Zero, One, Two and Three. It was kind of his job, so he had to know at least the higher ups. This Bevard he had never heard of before. Therefore, military, recently employed by the UNSC, or a civilian that was once apart of the UNSC, and was recently hired by ONI. Either way, the doctor thing didn’t sit well with him.

Or he was just over analyzing. But his gut told him something else.

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(( Sssssscrew the format, this’ll do for moi.
Name: Davenport, Jacob Andrews
Gender: Male
Service Num.: 43819-06752-JD
Date of Birth: 15/08/2535
Birthplace: Gannick 22
Branch of Service: UNSC Marine Corps.
Rating/ MOS: Special Operations Forces
Rate/ Rank: E3 LCPL
Unit: 105thDiv., 23thBN
Previous Unit: N/A

Armor Set:

  • Helmet: Standard O.D.S.T. BDU Helmet with CQB-class optics device. - Torso: Standard O.D.S.T. BDU Body Armor with extra ammunition slots for 2 additional M395B DMR 15-round box magazines or 2 additional M6H2 Magnum 12-round detachable box magazines and a comm-link battlefield device pack stationed on the back. - Left Shoulder Pauldron: CQB-class custom left shoulder pauldron for additional body covering when encountered in close-quarters operations or duels. - Lower Body: Standard specialized Sniper-class BDU storage pockets and accessories.Visor- Standard issue BDU Visual Intelligence System (Version: ODST BIOS A29.817941B.01) with a transparent Organic Light Emitting Diode (OLED) screen coating on the polarizing glass
    Color- Standard BDU Black and Grey Camo Patterns, Cerulean markings applied to armor to signify marksman class
    Weaponry:
    Primary- M395 Designated Marksman Rifle
    Secondary- M6H2 “Gunfighter” Personal Defense Weapon System
    Bio:
    Traits- Plays the field in Direct and L.A.R.P. combat, Skilled in standard CQC and is an efficient Marksman in Mid to Long Range weaponry
    Appearance- 5" 9’ without armor, Black hair, Hazel eyes, White skin with a light tan
    Mentality- Relaxed, Focused, Wouldn’t exactly call himself a sniper in any regard but will take up a related mission if needed for the sake of the team
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The two operatives follow as the Doctor leads Ephraim through the cramped corridors of the station. The doors open to the command deck. A large window overlooks the rotating station. Three men stand around a table, and two Marines flank the door on the inside. “Commander on deck!” One of the Marines shouts. Both Marines salute, as well as one of the men inside. The other simply tips his hat.

“Allow me to introduce you.” The Doctor says while ushering Ephraim into the room. “Brigadier General Bishop is our tactical consultant.” The man in pristine dress whites clasps his hands behind his back and nods respectfully. “Warrant Officer… Watchdog… Is our head of Intelligence gathering.” The saluting man does not flinch. His matte black Mjolner CIO giving nothing away. “And Mr…”

“Gregor.” The man in only somewhat soiled civilian attire interrupts. “Just Gregor.” The Doctor glares at him.

“Gregor is our Logistics Officer.” The Doctor’s tone is markedly less pleasant.

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Outpost 2, High Orbit, Bliss
Present Time

Jacob took a seat in his room, creatively labeled Barrack 10 Room 4. “Couldn’t even abbreviate…” He spoke to no one, due to the room’s empty yet simplistic layout. He was given an office like chair, and a single bed to sleep on, as well as a desk and a remote access tablet to browse from. He picked it up, sighing as he popped his neck slightly off to the left as he read the message he agreed to. “Bribing much?” He remembers that in particular from when he first got the calling card, but none the less accepted. Wouldn’t be much harm, right?

His eyes graced the surface of the screen, going over details carefully once more. He’s been doing it for a couple hours, finding no better to do as of the moment. “Hey, gotta live lively?” He takes a stand, dusting himself off as he exits the Room, heading for the Hub’s park to get some fresh air.