The Survivors season 1:The Beginning (Roleplay)

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(After our original Survivors RP kinda died we have decided to reboot it. So here it is.)
Saying of the season:The end is where we begin.

Plot
2554
After the events of halo 3 humanity expected peace. But the insurrectionist saw opportunity to strike and continue their fight. So the UNSC has decided to send in ODST’s into insurrection territory to get the situation under control. All the while a organizanization under the insignia SRVS are looking for Spartans to take part of a rising project.

Rules,
No killing other characters,
No teleporting,
No god like characters,
No unlimited ammo,
Maximum number of Spartan II’s have been reached no more,
Rules will be updated when the need arises.

Character description
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Date of birth:
Armor:
Armor color:
Preferred weapons:
Gear:
Rank:
Service tag:
Affiliation:
Role:(Examples are medic, sniper, etc.)
Character description:
Bio:

Members of the roleplay,
The Rookie 545,
Saesee Tiin,
CoolSpartan459,
Black0raz0r,
BLUE101 5,
I Chakas I,
TREYB0T777,
Raider867,
JediNoah25,
Verses Fatum,
DarkArcadia7,
Heljumper62,
I Exuberant I.

Plot may be edited in the future. The Hunters will make a appearance in a few seasons. The choices you make can effect the story or change outcomes. We will be following the lore, if you have questions on the lore ask dodger. Follow the forum rules set by 343 industries. This is a fan fiction by me and my Spartan company. In order to participate your character must be checked by me, or dodger.

Below is the season one plot, read at your own risk.

Everything below is msinly what happened.

The ODST squad Sonan is in will arrive on insurrection controllec Algolis, all but Sonan will be eliminated. All the while the survivors will attempt to recruit the spartan ll characters and other characters as well. The spartans may then head to Algolis to find out what happened to the ODST’s. After rescuing Sonan he will head to Sorus, while the spartans as well a ODST squad will further investigate Algolis.

What can or may not happen.
After the director questions the characters at Sorus they may head to assist on Algolis. After securing or not securing the main innie base the characters, aside from those that declined the survivors, will learn the rules of the station. What happens in between these points is up to us.

The choices our characters maje can change te outcome of yhe story. Events that happen on the RP are bound to change in our upcoming machina.

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Name: Jackson
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Date of birth: 2511
Armor: Mjolnir MK VI Gen 1
Helmet: CQB Gen 1
Armor color: Red and Silver
Preferred weapons: BR55, Type 1 Energy Sword.
Gear: Bubble Shield.
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer.
Service tag: S115
Affiliation: UNSC
Role: Vehicular Expert, Spartan II
Character description: Good natured and chivalrous, but violently unstable when pressed.
Bio: Jackson is a very protective individual who will gladly sacrifice all he has for the safety of his family. The campaign on Reach tore his heart apart as he watched the friends he thought of as family be slaughtered by overwhelming odds. He suffers from acute survivors guilt, and has been socializing with the Marines as a type of therapy. Unfortunately, the Marines are even more prone to death. ONI psychiatrists are surprised that he is still able to function, especially as effectively as he has. However, recent reports suggest that he is in danger of losing control. His normally polite and humorous tone has become short and clipped and he has been acting in a reclusive manner. Section 3 has authorized his transfer to project Survivor in order to postpone what many here at ONI now believe is inevitable.

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Name: Mark
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Date of Birth: 2511
Armour: MJOLNIR Mark VI Gen2
Helmet: MJOLNIR EOD Gen2
Armour Colour: Black and Red
Preferred Weapons: DMR and Shotgun.
Gear: Regeneration Unit and Repair Kit
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Service Tag: S-146
Affiliation: UNSC Navy, NAVSPECWAR
Role: Engineer and Spartan
Character Description: Spartan. Is generally only comfortable around fellow Spartan-IIs
Bio: Mark was conscripted along with 75 other Spartan candidates. Although relations were strong with his fellow Spartans, the loss of Spartans on Reach hit him hard. He attempts to forget about it by taking odd jobs that ONI procures to him or the UNSC Navy. He is a serious but carefree individual, understanding how respect is gained through his fellow peers, making the distribution of orders easier.

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RealName: TBA
NickName: TBA
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Date of birth: 2511
Armor: MARK-VI GEN1
Helmet: TBA
Armor color: Black and white
Preferred weapons: Sniper, DMR, magnum and SMG
Gear: Sniper, Magnum, Cloak
Appearance: height without armor 7ft4in. Brown/Blond hair, pale skin, and Silver/Blue eyes
Rank: Petty Officer 2nd class
Service tag: [REDACTED]
Affiliation: UNSC
Role: Sniper, scout, Recon, Spartan.
Character description: Spartan TBA is very quiet and he almost never speaks. He is also one of the best snipers the UNSC has only out matched by Spartan Linda.
Bio: TBA was one of the lead snipers and scouts in beta company during the fall for reach. In the past during training TBA lead a team of four that included himself, Syv and two other Spartans. SBA and Syv were the only to to survive augmentation.(Bio still developing…)

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Name:Sonan Savion
Gender:Male
Age:24
Date of birth:2530
Armor:ODST helmet ODST armor
Armor color:Black and red
Preferred weapons:SMG and Duel magnums, both suppressed
Gear:Standard ODST pack
Rank:Private
Service tag:S267 (ODST tag)
Affiliation:UNSC
Role:Scout
Character description:Sonan takes after his father Kanen savion (KIA) who was a natural leader during reach. He tries to look for a path that is not direct and tends to try things himself.
Bio:Sonan grew up on earth while his father went to war on reach and never came back. During his time on earth he joined the UNSC when he was eligible and ranked up to ODST. During the battle on earth he and the squad he is assigned to survived he battle.
(We all check out time to start)

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(guess I’ll kick things off.)

Titan, Sol System; 0900 hours local.
“Move!” Jackson yells. He grabs the back of a Marine’s collar and yanks him off his feet and out of the way of a stream of green plasma. The Marine lands hard, but starts to get back up immediately. Jackson stops him with a hand. “You wanted to see a Spartan in action Sergeant.” The towering super soldier says. “Consider this your lucky day.” Jackson walks out from behind the shattered car they had been using for cover and stares down the last Hunter on the moon. It roars as it steps past it’s dead mate and crushes the corpse of a grunt, splattering it’s blood across the surface of Titan. Jackson draws his sword and the plasma blade sparks to life, illuminating human bloodstains on his gauntlet that are old and brown.

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Aboard the UNSC authority somewhere in space

Sonan aims his sight down his SMG and unloads his mag at several targets. He hits several targets while the rest of the rounds hit the wall behind.
“Good, but not good enough Sonan.”
Says commander Dave
“How was that better sit?”
Says Sonan as he reloads
“You hit two more then before, now again!”
Orders the commander and Sonan takes position. Sonan has been on the UNSC authority, a Paris Heavy Frigate, for a week with his squad mates. They are on route to insurrectionist territory to handle the situation.

8

(Roger that)

Earth, Sol System, 1000 hours
Mark glares at the table in front of him. Five faces that were darkened under the light. Five faces of high ranking officials from ONI, the UEG, Air Force, Navy and Army. None of them he recognized. Cloak and dagger. They said they were from the different branches, but Mark guessed it had to have been an ONI trick. The first one, the one directly in front of him, spoke.
“Sierra-146. Spartan-II, Chief Petty Officer of the Navy, part of the splinter team, Delta Team of Red Team during Reach. The only other known survivor was Rose-064.” The spook glanced up at Mark, expecting a response. Mark didn’t move. Better to stay silent and let the spooks do the talking. Let them feel better about themselves. “It’s impressive Mark that you, along with only a few others from Red Team, made it off Reach. It’s even more interesting that you partook in the Battle of Earth, despite the others, like Jackson, having emotional scars due to the glassing of Reach. Do you hide it? Forget about it?” Mark didn’t say anything. A few moments later, the Navy spook spoke up.
“Spartan, respond.”
Mark didn’t for a second, then took in a small pocket of air. “I do not wish to say how, sir.”
“Why?” The spook asked. “Can’t?”
“Won’t” Mark replied simply.
The five men didn’t respond for a few moments. Obviously they were deciding on what to do with Mark. Finally, the Spook spoke up.
“What should we do with you Mark?”
Mark thought about that for a moment. He had two options. One was to be discharged, of which he would be stuck on Earth for the rest of his life, twiddling his thumbs as his fellow Spartans continued doing whatever work they were doing. Or, he could go back out into the field, but under complete ONI supervision, as his other Spartans were undoubtedly going through as well. Either way, the latter sounded better.
Mark sighed. “Put me back out there. Better than sitting around.”
The Spook nodded. “Which shall happen. But first, you will need an assignment. You will be under leave until we have a task for you. Rest up Spartan. You’ve earned it.”

9

The Hunter makes a choked noise, and Jackson yanks his sword out of it’s abdomen. The beast collapses and the Spartan untangles himself from the corpse. Orange bood paints a swath down the front of his armor and he looks around hungry for more, but there is no more to be had. “Is there no one else!?” he asks the sands that reflect the orange light of the distant sun. He raises the sword with a cry of triumph, and is joined by the raised voices and arms of the Marines. The Covenant loyalists’ final stronghold in Sol is broken.

10

UNSC authority, 0500 local system time
“Attention all ODST’s we are nearing our target destination prepare for drop.”
Says a emotionless computerized voice
“We will continue this when we get back, I will see you at the drop pods”
Says commander Dave, Sonan salutes and jogs out of the range and heads to the drop pods. Commander Dave takes a elevator outside of the range to head to drop pods.

11

The Marines slap their comrades and themselves on the backs, they dance and cheer as they fire into the corpses of the enemy and set fire to their bodies. Some of them even start singing Jackson’s praises, and not just his. During the chorus of one of the core’s favorite songs about the green juggernaut himself, His helmet beeps with a long expected message. “The Office requests your presence Spartan.” The time flashes on his HUD, and the place is a given. ONI headquarters, Earth. Jackson nods out of habit and starts towards the Marine battalion commander, but the commander sees him first.
“Spartan! Come join us!” He motions Jackson over to a small folding table hurriedly appointed with champagne likely kept just for the occasion. “This victory is yours as much as ours!” The commander smiles with post adrenaline excitement and the elation felt by everyone around. The four Marines with him turn to study Jackson with awe and some trepidation.
“Another time Winchester, duty calls.” Jackson answers as he walks up to the table. The reactions in the eyes of the Marines are mixed, two sad lose the opportunity to hear one of the stories he had become quite famous for, at least in the ranks of the Marines, one relieved that he would not be in danger of making a fool of himself, and one heartbroken that she would not get the chance to further admire the well sculpted titan.
“Surely you can stay for a round or two! We’ve won darnit! This is the third time in a row!” Commander Winchester argues. His face portrays hurt, but underneath Jackson can see understanding.
“You know the drill, orders are orders.” Jackson states sadly. “I’ll share one with you someday Commander, just try and stop me.” The two clasp hands, and the commander laughs.
“Next time then Spartan, over my tab or my grave.” He says cheerily. They release and Jackson walks away, but shoots back a parting comment.
“Make it your tab, I don’t do funerals.” Then he commandeers a warthog and speeds off towards the FOB.

12

entering Algol system, 0510
Sonan arrives at the drop pod deck and walks up to the center table. He notices that commander Dave is already there in his ODST captain armor but keeps his cool.
“Commander what’s the mission?”
Says vert (male) the teams sniper as soon as Sonan takes his place at the holo table.
“Soon after the war with the covies the insurrectionist forces took there chances on bases that we abandoned.”
Says commander Dave (male)
“Such as?”
Says sage (female) the teams demolitions expert as she readies a explosive
“Algolis”
Says commander Dave
“That planet was a weapons research facility, if those innies find something it won’t be much.”
Says Thomas (male) the teams medical expert
“That’s the location, what’s he mission?”
Says George (male) the close quarters combat expert
“Isn’t it obvious, stone head we make sure we left nothing behind on the weapon facilities.”
Says zack (male) the heavy weapons expert
“Enough, you all figured it out we will be fighting humans but remember they will show us no mercy so don’t show them any. We will drop down in 30 ready up!”
Says commander Dave
“Sir yes sir!”
They all say simultaneously and each head to the various weapons and gear the walls. Sonan walks up to a wall grabs his pack along with his suppressed SMG and a AR. He then waits near his pod while the others grab their gear.

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Mark glares at the man who had escorted him to a small room. His “leave” was still making him twiddle his thumbs idly. The man couldn’t see his eyes, that entire meeting wasn’t able to see his eyes, as he had his MJOLNIR on. The Aviator eyes staring at the man gave him a clue. He saluted once, then exited the room. Mark sighed as the door shut, and turned to look out the window towards the hanger. After a few moments he growled in frustration. He was just sitting here, doing nothing in the middle of a time of peace. Perfect.

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somewhere in space
“Are you certain of these candidates?”
Says a man in a ONI uniform, with the letters SRVS on it, as he flips through several files belonging to certain people
“Yes, they all show things that the SRVS need.”
Says a spartan in black and yellow soldier Spartan armor. (Note: when they say SRVS they are saying each letter individually, S-R-V-S.)
“Very well track find them and a message”
Says the man and he closes the files

algol system, 0525
“Dropping in ten”
Says commander Dave and he gets in his pod. Sonan enters his pod and closes the pod, the others do the same.

15

“They love you, you know.” A man falls into step with Jackson as he walks through the FOB and towards the landing pad. The man is average in all respects to appearance, his only noteworthy feature is the triangular patch on his shoulder. A patch that gives the two an even wider berth than a Spartan alone.
“They love the armor.” Jackson responds and continues without slowing for the shorter man. The man nods.
“Perhaps, but you in particular have made a name for yourself. The Officers may not know you, but the Marines certainly do.” Jackson glances down at ONI’s latest attempt to give him back that sense of camaraderie that had been missing since the year before. Somehow the agent manages to keep pace with the Spartan, while not seeming to hurry. They start up a flight of stairs.
“It’s barely been a year.” Jackson answers bitterly. “And I’ve already seen five of you.”
“You’re distracted, far less social, and colder. Before Reach you would have stayed and had a drink with poor old Commander Winchester, you would know the names of those four Marines and that one of them was recently fitted with a cybernetic limb replacement, you would have comf…” The agent trails off as Jackson abruptly stops at the top of the stairs. “Is something wrong?” He asks in that soft “best friend” tone ONI agents are so fond of. It only stokes Jackson’s anger.
“You don’t care about me.” Jackson says. The agent takes a step back at the cold fury evident in the Spartan’s voice.
“What did I say?” The agent asks in an innocent tone. In a split second Jackson has him by the collar, and three feet off the ground.
“You only care about my ability to keep killing, and you have no right to lecture me about how I choose to cope.” Then his voice becomes dangerous. “If you ever speak to me again, I’ll snap you like a twig.” He drops the agent and continues on his way. The agent lands awkwardly on the stairs, but manages to fall up them, landing prostrate with his elbows and upper body on the top step. His eyes follow Jackson as he opens the door to the landing pad and steps out into the sunlight.

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Mark takes in a few short breaths before turning away from the window. As far as he knew, only a few Spartans survived Reach. Chief, Fred, Kelly, Linda and Rose. The rest he didn’t know. Then the attack on Earth happened, and two others apparently had survived Reach, after Mark interrogated a spook. Well, talked. You can’t interrogate a spook. Riser and Jack. Those two had survived. So with eight or nine Spartan-IIs left, with an unknown in Gamma, Mark wasn’t too happy with the placement he had been in.

He fought on Earth, repelling Covenant that had landed on the planet. He successfully fought them back with generous support from the Navy. And ONI. Now ONI was constricting him, and he had to just play along. He looked back towards the hanger.

The door behind him chimes open, and the same man looks up at him. “Sierra,” he starts. Mark looks towards him. “Sorry, CPO, please follow me.”
Mark steps towards him. “Like I have a choice.”

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Name: Rose
Nickname: Snowflake, for Winter operatives (I guess)
Service Tag: S-064
Birthday: June 17, 2511; Age 43 (years in cryogenetic stasis not included)
Gender: Female
Class: Spartan-II
AI: Had an AI based of her sister, was retired several years ago due to rampancy.
SkillSet: Skilled Marksman
Primary Weapon: BR55 Service Rifle
Secondary Weapon: M6H Magnum
Equipment: N/A
Armor: Mark VI GEN 1 Helmet, Noble GEN 2 Body
Appearance: Blonde hair (was died a heavy red in her service years), Dark brown eyes, White skin with a minor tan.
Assignment: N/A
Squad: Splinter Team Delta [formerly]
Bio: Rose is one of the few Spartan-IIs that survived the glassing of Reach. Having worked with Splinter Team Delta, she’s hot-headed, but masterfully skilled in most marksman firearms due to her Spartan-II augmentations. She’s one of two survivors of the now retired Splinter Team Delta, alongside Mark-146.

2554, The Irradiated Planet of Galgalia

A Pelican touched upon the surface of Galgalia. “Intense gravitational pull, and a planet surface drenched in radiation. This is the place.” Rose checked to herself, landing the Pelican with care and with the grav-stabilzers enabled.

She made sure her armor’s oxygen levels were at max, and readied her BR55. She remembered the mission details precisively. There was a containment unit with important information on theories that ONI would be crawling over if they had it. So, she was to return said containment unit. Simple, right?

“It’d be simpler if it wasn’t on this damn place…” She again remarked to herself, open the Pelican’s external hatch to exit.

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Jackson stands alone on the landing pad, waiting for the Pelican that would take him up the the orbiting destroyer. He stares up into the sky that is dominated by the massive gas giant Saturn. White light sparkles from the icy rings surrounding the planet. Beauty, unaffected by the petty conflicts of men. A sight that can be seen from every world that has given man hope for millennium told, and untold. Something he had worked hard for, and sacrificed everything for. “Was it worth it?” He asks aloud, but the question is for himself. One of the stars starts growing brighter, and he hears the distinctive whine of a Pelican’s engines. He grimaces, the answer only brings more questions.

19

The spook and Mark walk along the pathway heading to the hanger. “Why am I being brought here?” Mark asks the spook. He simply smiles.
“I was instructed. You are to walk around.”
“I don’t need to be lead around.”
The spook stops, and looks at Mark. Mark turns to look at him. “Then I shall leave.” He says simply, turns around, and leaves Mark. Mark frowns but otherwise doesn’t question it.

20

Rose’s golden visor shines from its natural sheen, but not of a star. The planet seemed to have no star to orbit around, or at least a nearby one. Not within a few light years at the least.

“Barely any lighting here…” She comments, enabling her helmet lights.