The title survivor cannot be given it must be earned
Captured and now hunted, two KIA, what will happen to the NG
A few days later…
Carla wakes up wincing, her arm had started to have more intense burning feelings as the days went on, she then gets up and looks outside the pelican
Stargazer idly taps her fingers amongst the controls. Heather and Gamma-Two were with her, and she was bored. They were in slip space, heading to the Hunters planet. Heather would initiate the hack, and try and find the New Generations. She sighed, looking at the magnum. It was the magnum that was going to try and disown the Survivors project, its symbol slowly fading and scratched, but prelevant. Stargazer placed the Magnum down, stretching. Gamma-Two coughed.
“Everybody could hear you galaxies away.”
Stargazer rolled her eyes. “This is the boring part. When we invade it will be exciting!”
Terry was asleep inside the Pelican, Megan was outside under some fuselage. Jacobs was sitting down, his rifle propping up his arm. Jacobs had his helmet off, staring off towards the horizon.
Carla sits up trying to keep from grunting in pain, and sits on the seat for a while. Glitch floats around scanning the area he then floats to Jacobs and projects a hologram of all the supplies they have
Jacobs idly taps and swipes at the hologram, seeing the stock. “Did that set of armour…” Jacobs looks at the Survivors gear. “We still haven’t found the twins.” Jacobs taps his gauntlet, connecting to Glitch. “Glitch, give me a map of our surrounding area. There has to be a structure where we can defend against the Hunters.”
Stacie sighed as she looked out into the black space infront of her. “Soon…”
James jerked up from where he was, still hugging his shotgun fiercely “Yay, it wasn’t a nightmare.”
Glitch closes the hologram and flies up and starts to scan the area
Carla giggles at James gets up and walks out of the pelican and to Jacobs
Reaper looks at the bases armory of all the weapons they have
The Spartan in gray and purple raider armor drives around (on the mongoose) a crash sight in the hunting grounds
Tin sits on the tread armor of a Scorpion Tank, honing his knife to a razor edge. David sits next to him, cleaning a BR85 in preparation for the upcoming battle.
Meanwhile…
Janus walks carefully along the edge of the riverbank, downstream of the New Generations group. The proximity alert in his helmet beeping faster and faster as he approaches Eli’s IFF tag.
Meanwhile…
Quicksilver kneels in the shadows a short ways away from the Hunter compound. In the time he has been there, he has opened the many classified files kept on him at all times concealed in his dog tags. Now, with the fresh pain caused by the memories of his fallen Spartan III comrades, he remembers what he is. I am a not a warrior. He chants in his mind. I have no honor. I am not a hero. I will be forgotten. I am an orphan. I have no brothers. I am an assassin. I will live in the shadows, and now for the part I like best. His thoughts stray as he smiles at the cliche words. I am an angle of Satan. I have only death. The chant, as far as he knows, was created by a particularly pessimistic Spartan, who became the last man standing of the entire Alpha company. Then died horribly.
Jacobs stands up, looking at the sun. “Alright people!” He calls out. “Wake up! We may be leaving soon!” Terry stirred, then sat up, looking around. Megan slowly got up, completely stiff.
“I became too used to warm beds.” She complained. Jacobs shrugs.
“Get used to this now, as a Survivor will not back down. Let’s go!”
The broadsword exits slipspace, and immediately activates camo. Stars heart completely dropped. She blinked. “Heather, how many ships are there?”
Heather hesistated for a full three seconds. “I’m counting over 100 ships. About 121 ships, all surrounding the planet.”
Stargazer gulped, and commed Dodger. “Dodger, we have 121 Hunter ships around the planet.”
Dodger frowns. “Say again Star? How many ships?”
“Alright”
Says Carla and sits on a crate while glitch floats back down and projects a hologram of the area showing what appears to be a crash sight a few miles away
Janus drops into the river at a low point, his helmet beeping furiously. He reaches a hand into the shallow water and pulls out a small chip. “Just what I needed.” He growls and snaps the IFF tag. “Where are you Eli?” He asks the shrubbery, hoping that Eli is somewhere in hearing range.
Jacobs frowns. “Anything more secure Glitch?”
Dodger looks back at Voso. Voso shrugs. “Keep going with the mission. We will figure something out.” Dodger looks at Voso. “Tell everyone to get on the Retribution, and to head to the briefing room. Slight complication.”
Stargazer nods and angles the broadsword, pulling up beside the Shadow. “Whenever you’re ready Heather. Please be quick.”
Heather nods, and starts to look for a backdoor, being careful not to trip any alarms.
Stacie arrives with Prometheus as they walk though the door to the briefing room they see the slightest bit of worry coming from the people there. “Okay, what kind of ‘complication’ are we dealing with?”
Heather enters the back door and starts a scan of the ship, looking for anything related to the Survivors.
Dodger looked at Stacie. “I’ll tell you when everyone arrives.”
The shadow appearing invisible with it’s pitch black color floats behind the the planet
glitch shows the rest of the area on the hologram showing what appears to be hills in the opposite direction, Carla then gets up, and starts to stagger around as she gets up.
Jacobs growls. “What else Glitch! There has to be more!” He yells.
Heather shakes her head. "So many files, I’m having to skip all of them!"
Stargazer huffed. “Have you found them?!”
“Not yet no. Working on it.”
Glitch then flies away into the forest as if leaving them behind
“That is one odd bot”
Says Carla as she steadies herself
(( Just a few details to change.
Age: His day of birth was recently, so he’s turned 16.
Rank was promoted to Lieutenant Grade II.
If Jacob’s ever put in the Spartan-IV Program, his armor will be upgraded to the GEN 2 “Helljumper” armor set. ))
Jacob was in his private quarters on the Retribution, fondling his keychains and thinking of home.
He sighed, twirling his long red hair with a single finger of his other hand, which should’ve been buzz cut by now, but he found ways out of that.
He hadn’t had a mission for the entire week. And he absolutely hated it all.
(It’s been like a week in the roleplay)
the director walks around the bridge of the stealth ship he is in. While razor attempts a closed com with the retribution
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> (It’s been like a week in the roleplay)
(( My bad, I’ll just rearrange those things cause Hey I know those things now.
He gathered a set of throwing darts and began throwing them, aiming down the arrow-like “feather” points as if shooting down sights, not missing a single dart.
“Bullseye…” he commented, albeit in a sarcastic and bored manor and plopped back in his flat bed, which was a pain to sleep in for most, but he’s slept in them for so long, it’s just in the middle between comfy and painful.
Dodger taps his helmet. “Director?”
Heather shakes her head. “They aren’t here!”
Stargazer sighs. “Good enough for me!” She says and angles the broadsword away from the Shadow.