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An Operator Named "Sierra" (Halo AU/Arknights Crossover)
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Chapter 4-3: Old Blood
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6 Dec. 2555
2048 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Training Room
"Alex?" The mysterious figure that Mroz was holding at gunpoint in an armlock asked him as he still took in the shock of the sight of a full suit of MJOLNIR Mk. IV in a very familiar color scheme. Most surprisingly was the voice itself which sounded unsettlingly like an MIA Spartan he knew.
Then came the second shock. "Dad!?"
The security teams parted from the source of the voice to make way for a Lupo woman standing dumbstruck with a flashlight in one hand held next to her head and a.... was that an energy sword... held in her other hand. She was standing stock still with her mouth held slightly ajar and her eyes wide with disbelief. He recognized her after a second, Texas, that girl who was one of Sneg's new friends.
Grabbing both of the man's hands and slowly rising to his feet, Mroz pulled the man up as well and kept him restrained before allowing Sneg to come up with some high strength metallic alloy cable used for climbing and tie his hands up as a makeshift handcuff due to him being easily able to escape normally. He then turned the figure around and was shocked when he saw the markings on the front of the armor and almost confirmed who it was.
On the upper left of the armor's chest plate was a titanium white UNSC Eagle and Globe emblem. On the upper right was a small emblem of an ancient Spartan helmet with silver inlays denoting team. On the lower left was a small rank insignia denoting a Chief Petty Officer. However, it was the lower left that he was least prepared for. A three digit identification number in titanium white block characters. One he hadn't seen in a very very long time and though lost forever. 150.
"Clyde..." Alex slowly asked as he reached for the man's helmet as it nodded. He reached for the location of Mk. IV's release system on cruse control and heard the hiss of the armor's hermetic seal being broken. He slowly lifted the helmet off and braced himself for what he was about to see. It was the same face of one of the original three he was introduced to on Reach on day 1. Same rugged jaw, same wide and friendly smile, same hard nose, same kind eyes, broad forehead, and same red short cropped red hair. Well, mostly. He had a few more scars though not that many. His face was a bit more worn and looked a few decades past his own and his hair was beginning to grey on the sides and edges with salt and pepper colors mixed into his normal rust red. Still, it was a face he would never have been able to forget or fail to recognize. He also had a black left eye, most likely from their fight and a bruise on his cheek.
"Good to see you too Alex." He managed to get out as he continued to stare at the man opposite to him. Alex reached for his own helmet and released it as well. He lifted it off his own and looked at his old teammate in the eye. Clyde was surprised to see the same too. Alex didn't look much older than he was when... the raid on Basilisk Base. He looked about 20 years younger than himself and he still had that scar over his eye. "I thought you were gone, never guessed I would see you here."
It was then though that several security personnel came up and took him and Texas chased after him a bit continuing to try to get his attention by repeatedly shouting Dad. Clyde noticed this though and turned his head to face her only to say one thing, "Hey Abbigail, don't worry about this, I'll handle it." Before he was continued to be dragged out by security leaving everyone confused.
Eventually, people began to file out of the room and return to their normal activities though some still remained confused as to what just happened. Two of which being long time partners and friends, Operators Texas and Exusiai.
Exusiai looked at her partner and asked her, "You're name's Abbigail."
The Lupo sighed, "Yes. My full name is Abbigail Walker Texas."
"Wait, your last name is Texas and your middle name is Walker?"
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Dallas or Clyde-150 as Alex knew him as was sitting in the Ship Security's holding cell after they had deactivated his armor due to not being able to take it off.
Across the table from him and behind what he estimated to be about 3 inches of bulletproof glass were two very familiar figures. One of which was a green haired Feline who he swore never aged and a very nebulous figure that he had worked with in the past and was shocked when he didn't remember him.
Sighing, Dr. Kal'tsit shot him an angry glare. "Dallas, we've known for years that you were a loose cannon who is extremely reckless, but this is fucking ridiculous." She broke her normally calm attitude when she swore at him before returning to it, "You do know that you could have just walked into our front desk and requested a visit with Texas, or asked about our new personnel, or done something other than break into our primary base of operations with a plan to sneak past our defenses and steal potentially valuable information that you could gain from far less dangerous means."
"Kal, you still don't mind that I call you that..." She sighed but didn't say no, "My plan was to go in unnoticed without kicking anything off. I was never intending to hurt anyone and I just wanted to check things out myself." He put his hands up, "I wasn't going to do any harm and I was only here to satisfy my own curiosity." He used all of his body language and tone to try to convince them that he was sincere which he was.
Kal'tsit sighed again, looked down and then at the Doctor who shrugged. She then looked back at Dallas and grimaced before shifting back to her normal face, "Well Dallas, since we owe you so much and the fact that if we do anything to you we risk most of the PMCs on Terra laying siege to the landship and half of all countries declaring war on us due to your quite frankly vast network of connection to high profile figures in both the private sector and various governments. Consider yourself lucky with that."
Dallas leaned forward in his seat at that, "Kal, I've known you long enough to know that this is about time for you to say 'But'."
She nodded at that, "You would be correct. While we are, against my opinion, withholding you from major repercussions for your rash actions, you do still have a punishment. Your intrusion into the Landship has caused damage to the ship, lead to several minor injuries among our staff, and caused more damage in Mroz's attempt to apprehend you. You'll have to pay us for those and more to cover all of the damages you caused. Know that there will probably be legal repercussions later down the line." She ended on a harsh note as she got up and left the room.
The Doctor however, decided to stay behind for a bit. "You know Dallas, I have an offer for you to repay that alternatively and dodge those lawsuits Kal'tsit was threatening you with. You did say that you wanted to see and spend some time with your daughter who is one of our Operators so..." He slid a paper and pen through the small slot in the bullet proof glass, "I'll give you time to think about it. I know Kal'tsit will hate me for this, but she already does."
The masked man then stood up and walked out as well, leaving Dallas alone in the room. "I guess some things never change." He said to himself as he reclined in the chair and looked up at the camera in the ceiling. However, he was interrupted when he heard the door open again and a familiar suit of powered armor walked in.
"Alex, still great to see you. I see you still got that scar from Sanghelios." Clyde said with genuine joy and thankfulness to see the brother to him who he thought lost back in front of him.
"Clyde,..." The other Spartan began as he took his helmet off, placing it on the table, and sitting down. "What you did was idiotic, reckless, dumb, filled with far too many risks and..." He struggled to find a word, "Very... you." He said as he made eye contact with the man on the other side of the glass. Sighing slightly.
Clyde chuckled at that, "You're starting to sound like Chief Mendez or John, Alex."
Alex softly laughed at that, "Yeah, I guess I am. So how've you been doing here? You've been MIA for a while. Also..." Alex reached into one of his hardcases and pulled out four objects, a butane lighter, a cigar cutter, and two cigars. He clipped the caps off of both cigars before sliding one through the slot, lighting his, and sliding the lighter through the slot as well which Clyde accepted before returning it through the slot to Alex, "They pulled those off of you in Security. I had my partner 'liberate' them so I could return them. I'm taking this one as a finder's fee."
"Ehh..." Clyde shrugged, "That's fare. Oh boy where to start...." Both parties made themselves comfortable for what was going to be a long conversation.
"Alright,..." Clyde began his story, "What year is it back home? I want to make sure that time has been normal." Alex answered with a simple statement of 2555. "Alright so still about 24 years so yep, normal time flow." He looked up in thought before taking a drag off of his cigar.
"So, as you probably know, SILVER was on a deep space pursuit mission of some Covenant Pirates." He looked back down to make eye contact again with Alex, "After you were... gone... we were assigned to a new Prowler and given a fireteam of ODSTs to replace you."
Alex laughed again, "I presume to unsatisfactory results as a replacement."
Clyde smiled, "Yeah, something like that. Anyway, our Prowler just managed to catch their old carrier after one of their Litches was returning to the mothership from a raid. We were going to board them when they began a Slip Space jump so our Captain decided to follow them through the jump so we did. It was just that they somehow managed to detect us as we shadowed them in Slip Space and hit us with a grazing hit from a Plasma Torpedo. Blew the bridge clean off and knocked us into some sort of Slip Space anomaly. We reappeared in Real Space in the upper atmosphere of an unknown planet and needed to abandon ship since we had no control due to a lack of a bridge. All of the crew put on M-Spec Reentry packs and bailed from the craft as it descended. We mostly all jumped, but our trajectory Scattered us over a significant chunk of the planet with limited communications. As I descended, I made a bit of a vow to track down and recover as many UNSC personnel as possible."
Alex blew some smoke out of his mouth from his cigar, "So, when you heard that Rhodes Island hired two new Operators, both wearing the Eagle and Globe as an emblem, you came to investigate thinking we were survivors from the Prowler?"
Clyde answered him simple, "Yep."
Alex leaned forward again, putting his elbows on the table, "Still, that doesn't explain why Texas called you Dad. Is she your daughter?"
Clyde smiled at that, "I'm getting there, and about that partner of yours. I didn't recognize her or her number, did they go through with Class II or maybe III or is she something else?"
Alex breathed in and then out sharply before taking another drag off his cigar, trying to figure out how to answer that one, "I'll let you finish first. First though, a quick question. Did you ever find Jin?"
Clyde reclined again while doing a bit of maintenance on the cherry of his cigar, "No, never found her. No clue where she is or what she's been doing. Last I saw her was on the Prowler. Anyway, me and the ODSTs managed to land within a mile of each other in this place here called Kazdel. It was in the middle of a very nasty Civil War and soon me and the fireteam found ourselves defending a refugee camp from a massive group of Rebel Forces along side a bunch of Operators of Rhodes Island's predecessor Babble. To a normal 6 man combat group from here, there was no way that we would have been able to fight those forces off. However, one Spartan and 5 ODSTs isn't exactly a normal combat group from here so we beat them back with little trouble. Afterwards, we were questioned by the Babble Operators about who we were and it was then that Sergeant Michaels, leader of the ODSTs, got and idea for a cover story. We passed ourselves off as Mercenaries entering the country, looking for work and an employer. We needed recon and resources here so it was the perfect story for us to get both. After having seen our capabilities in combat, Babble instantly offered us an absurdly good contract to help them protect their refugee and medical camps. We took it up and were with them for a couple months."
"You..." Alex pointed with his cigar, "Becoming a Mercenary alongside a bunch of ODSTs." He looked around the room only barely suppressing his laughter, "That's the most Clyde thing I've ever heard from you Clyde."
Clyde looked at him, "Did you just use my name as an adjective?"
Alex nodded, "Yep, we started using your name as an adjective for batshit crazy things that we've heard Spartans doing. Guess I should have told you."
"Ahhh." Clyde waved that off. "So anyway, we did spend a lot of time with other Babble hired mercenaries during the War and we even tracked down a few Prowler survivors while in Kazdel. While we were also in country, we were in one of the less destroyed parts of the country and decided to head into town when we had leave for a few days. That was when I meet her."
Exhaling more smoke, "Who's her?" Alex asked.
Clyde took another drag off of his own cigar as well, "My late wife."
"YOU WERE MARRIED?"
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AN: So I just wanted to say where I got my OCs from. SILVER Team and Irina are all characters from me and my friends from the unofficial Halo RPG Halo Mythic.
SILVER team were from one of our early games where we were playing as a Spartan team sent to intervene in the Sangheili Civil War on Sanghelios as part of the larger Sanghelios Campaign of the UNSC.
Irina was my character in a Spartan III Headhunter game set in the same universe a decade later when some of the remaining Prophets organized their remaining followers into a crusade against the UEG and the Swords of Sanghelios's Federation of Keeps.
I chose to make Clyde Texas's father due to his player being the friend who introduced me to Arknights and having a massive Protecc instinct for Texas as a character. He thought it was hilarious and fitting given who Clyde was so approved it.
As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.
Until next time.
2048 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Training Room
"Alex?" The mysterious figure that Mroz was holding at gunpoint in an armlock asked him as he still took in the shock of the sight of a full suit of MJOLNIR Mk. IV in a very familiar color scheme. Most surprisingly was the voice itself which sounded unsettlingly like an MIA Spartan he knew.
Then came the second shock. "Dad!?"
The security teams parted from the source of the voice to make way for a Lupo woman standing dumbstruck with a flashlight in one hand held next to her head and a.... was that an energy sword... held in her other hand. She was standing stock still with her mouth held slightly ajar and her eyes wide with disbelief. He recognized her after a second, Texas, that girl who was one of Sneg's new friends.
Grabbing both of the man's hands and slowly rising to his feet, Mroz pulled the man up as well and kept him restrained before allowing Sneg to come up with some high strength metallic alloy cable used for climbing and tie his hands up as a makeshift handcuff due to him being easily able to escape normally. He then turned the figure around and was shocked when he saw the markings on the front of the armor and almost confirmed who it was.
On the upper left of the armor's chest plate was a titanium white UNSC Eagle and Globe emblem. On the upper right was a small emblem of an ancient Spartan helmet with silver inlays denoting team. On the lower left was a small rank insignia denoting a Chief Petty Officer. However, it was the lower left that he was least prepared for. A three digit identification number in titanium white block characters. One he hadn't seen in a very very long time and though lost forever. 150.
"Clyde..." Alex slowly asked as he reached for the man's helmet as it nodded. He reached for the location of Mk. IV's release system on cruse control and heard the hiss of the armor's hermetic seal being broken. He slowly lifted the helmet off and braced himself for what he was about to see. It was the same face of one of the original three he was introduced to on Reach on day 1. Same rugged jaw, same wide and friendly smile, same hard nose, same kind eyes, broad forehead, and same red short cropped red hair. Well, mostly. He had a few more scars though not that many. His face was a bit more worn and looked a few decades past his own and his hair was beginning to grey on the sides and edges with salt and pepper colors mixed into his normal rust red. Still, it was a face he would never have been able to forget or fail to recognize. He also had a black left eye, most likely from their fight and a bruise on his cheek.
"Good to see you too Alex." He managed to get out as he continued to stare at the man opposite to him. Alex reached for his own helmet and released it as well. He lifted it off his own and looked at his old teammate in the eye. Clyde was surprised to see the same too. Alex didn't look much older than he was when... the raid on Basilisk Base. He looked about 20 years younger than himself and he still had that scar over his eye. "I thought you were gone, never guessed I would see you here."
It was then though that several security personnel came up and took him and Texas chased after him a bit continuing to try to get his attention by repeatedly shouting Dad. Clyde noticed this though and turned his head to face her only to say one thing, "Hey Abbigail, don't worry about this, I'll handle it." Before he was continued to be dragged out by security leaving everyone confused.
Eventually, people began to file out of the room and return to their normal activities though some still remained confused as to what just happened. Two of which being long time partners and friends, Operators Texas and Exusiai.
Exusiai looked at her partner and asked her, "You're name's Abbigail."
The Lupo sighed, "Yes. My full name is Abbigail Walker Texas."
"Wait, your last name is Texas and your middle name is Walker?"
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Dallas or Clyde-150 as Alex knew him as was sitting in the Ship Security's holding cell after they had deactivated his armor due to not being able to take it off.
Across the table from him and behind what he estimated to be about 3 inches of bulletproof glass were two very familiar figures. One of which was a green haired Feline who he swore never aged and a very nebulous figure that he had worked with in the past and was shocked when he didn't remember him.
Sighing, Dr. Kal'tsit shot him an angry glare. "Dallas, we've known for years that you were a loose cannon who is extremely reckless, but this is fucking ridiculous." She broke her normally calm attitude when she swore at him before returning to it, "You do know that you could have just walked into our front desk and requested a visit with Texas, or asked about our new personnel, or done something other than break into our primary base of operations with a plan to sneak past our defenses and steal potentially valuable information that you could gain from far less dangerous means."
"Kal, you still don't mind that I call you that..." She sighed but didn't say no, "My plan was to go in unnoticed without kicking anything off. I was never intending to hurt anyone and I just wanted to check things out myself." He put his hands up, "I wasn't going to do any harm and I was only here to satisfy my own curiosity." He used all of his body language and tone to try to convince them that he was sincere which he was.
Kal'tsit sighed again, looked down and then at the Doctor who shrugged. She then looked back at Dallas and grimaced before shifting back to her normal face, "Well Dallas, since we owe you so much and the fact that if we do anything to you we risk most of the PMCs on Terra laying siege to the landship and half of all countries declaring war on us due to your quite frankly vast network of connection to high profile figures in both the private sector and various governments. Consider yourself lucky with that."
Dallas leaned forward in his seat at that, "Kal, I've known you long enough to know that this is about time for you to say 'But'."
She nodded at that, "You would be correct. While we are, against my opinion, withholding you from major repercussions for your rash actions, you do still have a punishment. Your intrusion into the Landship has caused damage to the ship, lead to several minor injuries among our staff, and caused more damage in Mroz's attempt to apprehend you. You'll have to pay us for those and more to cover all of the damages you caused. Know that there will probably be legal repercussions later down the line." She ended on a harsh note as she got up and left the room.
The Doctor however, decided to stay behind for a bit. "You know Dallas, I have an offer for you to repay that alternatively and dodge those lawsuits Kal'tsit was threatening you with. You did say that you wanted to see and spend some time with your daughter who is one of our Operators so..." He slid a paper and pen through the small slot in the bullet proof glass, "I'll give you time to think about it. I know Kal'tsit will hate me for this, but she already does."
The masked man then stood up and walked out as well, leaving Dallas alone in the room. "I guess some things never change." He said to himself as he reclined in the chair and looked up at the camera in the ceiling. However, he was interrupted when he heard the door open again and a familiar suit of powered armor walked in.
"Alex, still great to see you. I see you still got that scar from Sanghelios." Clyde said with genuine joy and thankfulness to see the brother to him who he thought lost back in front of him.
"Clyde,..." The other Spartan began as he took his helmet off, placing it on the table, and sitting down. "What you did was idiotic, reckless, dumb, filled with far too many risks and..." He struggled to find a word, "Very... you." He said as he made eye contact with the man on the other side of the glass. Sighing slightly.
Clyde chuckled at that, "You're starting to sound like Chief Mendez or John, Alex."
Alex softly laughed at that, "Yeah, I guess I am. So how've you been doing here? You've been MIA for a while. Also..." Alex reached into one of his hardcases and pulled out four objects, a butane lighter, a cigar cutter, and two cigars. He clipped the caps off of both cigars before sliding one through the slot, lighting his, and sliding the lighter through the slot as well which Clyde accepted before returning it through the slot to Alex, "They pulled those off of you in Security. I had my partner 'liberate' them so I could return them. I'm taking this one as a finder's fee."
"Ehh..." Clyde shrugged, "That's fare. Oh boy where to start...." Both parties made themselves comfortable for what was going to be a long conversation.
"Alright,..." Clyde began his story, "What year is it back home? I want to make sure that time has been normal." Alex answered with a simple statement of 2555. "Alright so still about 24 years so yep, normal time flow." He looked up in thought before taking a drag off of his cigar.
"So, as you probably know, SILVER was on a deep space pursuit mission of some Covenant Pirates." He looked back down to make eye contact again with Alex, "After you were... gone... we were assigned to a new Prowler and given a fireteam of ODSTs to replace you."
Alex laughed again, "I presume to unsatisfactory results as a replacement."
Clyde smiled, "Yeah, something like that. Anyway, our Prowler just managed to catch their old carrier after one of their Litches was returning to the mothership from a raid. We were going to board them when they began a Slip Space jump so our Captain decided to follow them through the jump so we did. It was just that they somehow managed to detect us as we shadowed them in Slip Space and hit us with a grazing hit from a Plasma Torpedo. Blew the bridge clean off and knocked us into some sort of Slip Space anomaly. We reappeared in Real Space in the upper atmosphere of an unknown planet and needed to abandon ship since we had no control due to a lack of a bridge. All of the crew put on M-Spec Reentry packs and bailed from the craft as it descended. We mostly all jumped, but our trajectory Scattered us over a significant chunk of the planet with limited communications. As I descended, I made a bit of a vow to track down and recover as many UNSC personnel as possible."
Alex blew some smoke out of his mouth from his cigar, "So, when you heard that Rhodes Island hired two new Operators, both wearing the Eagle and Globe as an emblem, you came to investigate thinking we were survivors from the Prowler?"
Clyde answered him simple, "Yep."
Alex leaned forward again, putting his elbows on the table, "Still, that doesn't explain why Texas called you Dad. Is she your daughter?"
Clyde smiled at that, "I'm getting there, and about that partner of yours. I didn't recognize her or her number, did they go through with Class II or maybe III or is she something else?"
Alex breathed in and then out sharply before taking another drag off his cigar, trying to figure out how to answer that one, "I'll let you finish first. First though, a quick question. Did you ever find Jin?"
Clyde reclined again while doing a bit of maintenance on the cherry of his cigar, "No, never found her. No clue where she is or what she's been doing. Last I saw her was on the Prowler. Anyway, me and the ODSTs managed to land within a mile of each other in this place here called Kazdel. It was in the middle of a very nasty Civil War and soon me and the fireteam found ourselves defending a refugee camp from a massive group of Rebel Forces along side a bunch of Operators of Rhodes Island's predecessor Babble. To a normal 6 man combat group from here, there was no way that we would have been able to fight those forces off. However, one Spartan and 5 ODSTs isn't exactly a normal combat group from here so we beat them back with little trouble. Afterwards, we were questioned by the Babble Operators about who we were and it was then that Sergeant Michaels, leader of the ODSTs, got and idea for a cover story. We passed ourselves off as Mercenaries entering the country, looking for work and an employer. We needed recon and resources here so it was the perfect story for us to get both. After having seen our capabilities in combat, Babble instantly offered us an absurdly good contract to help them protect their refugee and medical camps. We took it up and were with them for a couple months."
"You..." Alex pointed with his cigar, "Becoming a Mercenary alongside a bunch of ODSTs." He looked around the room only barely suppressing his laughter, "That's the most Clyde thing I've ever heard from you Clyde."
Clyde looked at him, "Did you just use my name as an adjective?"
Alex nodded, "Yep, we started using your name as an adjective for batshit crazy things that we've heard Spartans doing. Guess I should have told you."
"Ahhh." Clyde waved that off. "So anyway, we did spend a lot of time with other Babble hired mercenaries during the War and we even tracked down a few Prowler survivors while in Kazdel. While we were also in country, we were in one of the less destroyed parts of the country and decided to head into town when we had leave for a few days. That was when I meet her."
Exhaling more smoke, "Who's her?" Alex asked.
Clyde took another drag off of his own cigar as well, "My late wife."
"YOU WERE MARRIED?"
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AN: So I just wanted to say where I got my OCs from. SILVER Team and Irina are all characters from me and my friends from the unofficial Halo RPG Halo Mythic.
SILVER team were from one of our early games where we were playing as a Spartan team sent to intervene in the Sangheili Civil War on Sanghelios as part of the larger Sanghelios Campaign of the UNSC.
Irina was my character in a Spartan III Headhunter game set in the same universe a decade later when some of the remaining Prophets organized their remaining followers into a crusade against the UEG and the Swords of Sanghelios's Federation of Keeps.
I chose to make Clyde Texas's father due to his player being the friend who introduced me to Arknights and having a massive Protecc instinct for Texas as a character. He thought it was hilarious and fitting given who Clyde was so approved it.
As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.
Until next time.
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FastConcentrate8
Concentrating at high velocity.
- Location
- Penn's Woods
True, I now need to see if anyone I know can make the Walker Texas Ranger poster with Texas in place of Chuck Norris.
FastConcentrate8
Concentrating at high velocity.
- Location
- Penn's Woods
True, but it's been her mom's shadow that she's had more troubles with.
kelgar04
Knight Watcher
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- Here and no were
Given her background ingame it makes sense as well as whats implied in events like Code Brawl and by Lappland.
Chapter 4-4: The Little Rose of Texas
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11 Jun. 1074 (2532 UEG Calendar)
2201 Hours
Kazdel
Spartan Clyde-150 sat hunched over his drink in a dingy bar in a mostly untouched city in the middle of a warzone.
This had always been a hard day for him since the Operation on Horizon. This would have been Alex's birthday, but it was also the anniversary of his death. He was still haunted by the memory of seeing his oldest friend trying to claw his way out of the chamber as nerve gas used the breaches in his armor to slowly kill him.
He looked down at the tacpad and frowned as he saw the image. It was the last picture he had of all of SILVER together before Alex died and Jin went MIA when they arrived here. He would miss them and he was going to hope that he could at least find at least Jin since she had been on the Prowler and bailed after him.
That itself was another strange thing, for about a month and a half now him and the ODSTs of Echo-8 have been stranded on a previously unknown planet that was inhabited by some of the strangest people he had ever seen. He lacked words to describe it, but it was like they were something else spliced with human which was evident in their appearance. They almost universally had an inhuman aspect to their appearance which was normally some type and animalistic horns, ears, or tails though the inhabitants of this country held more in common with the traditional appearance of demons than any animals he knew besides maybe those weird goliaths from back on Reach. Nice enough people, but all of this was just strange to him and to Echo-8.
In the mean time, due to their lack of information, resources, support, and needing a plausible cover story, they had claimed that they were PMCs moving into Kazdel looking for work. Luckily, the first group they came across, a humanitarian group called Babel, had seen them in combat where the 6 of them managed to turn back a force of nearly a thousand hostiles. It wasn't particularly hard due to them having the firepower and experience advantage over what was essentially an unorganized mob of attackers with melee weapons. However, it was still impressive both for the team and the Babel guys so they were hired to run security for refugee and medical camps scattered around the country. At least it was something they had experience doing in the past.
However, being the only UNSC personnel they knew of on planet was something that weighed on their morale and psyches. Because of that, their immediate superior had given them leave in one of the more untouched cities in Kazdel and some recommendations for a place to take a load off. Unfortunately, their superior, a local working for Babel named Scout, didn't know about Clyde's long history with the date June 11th. Clyde put a finger to the screen and took a closer look at the faces of his two lost teammates before downing some more of his drink as a slight toast to those lost. The ODSTs were outside socializing with some of the other Babel PMCs, apparently this place was popular among contractors for the Loyalist side of this Civil War, leaving him alone standing at the bar.
As he was standing there though, he failed to notice that someone came up to the bar next to him until she accidentally bumped into him. While Clyde was more socialized than the average Spartan II, he still had a lot of the usual social anxieties common to his brothers and sisters in arms including an aversion to direct physical contact with others. The feeling of the bump caused him to go onto alert for a brief moment and almost subconsciously reach for the bowie knife on his belt. He opted against wearing his armor here but brought one of his M6Ds and his knife just in case. However, he stood down when he finished taking in the situation and realized that this was an overreaction and he got a good look at who bumped him. It was a much shorter woman with wolf ears and tail (why world why) with a long head of red hair that was much brighter and more vibrant than his own. She was significantly shorter than him but that wasn't surprising, he had noticed that average height here was significantly shorter here than back in the UEG. She had her back to him though he could see that she was wearing what looked like a light weight ballistic plate carrier over a light grey jacket and red shirt. On her hip was sheathed a longsword and a dagger behind her back as well. She turned around when she felt her mistake and turned to see him. She was obviously not expecting to see what she did as her light blue eyes went wide as she began looking up at the extremely tall man.
"Ohh..." She shook her head a bit and seemed to return a relatively normal look to her surprisingly delicate looking face, "I'm sorry, stumbled a bit and didn't see you there." She apologized to Clyde as he waved a hand trying to defuse this situation.
"It's fine." Clyde responded while taking another swig of his drink and returning his view to his tacpad.
The woman though kept looking and began putting two and two together with the man's height and stature combined with the white emblem from the back of his shirt, "Hey, are you one of those new guys at Babel? That one with the really heavy armor." Clyde looked at her again and nodded. "Hmm, so that's what you look like under all of that. I admit, you don't look half bad without it." She said that last bit with a bit of a smirk on her face and pep in her voice.
Clyde did chuckle a bit at that. "Please lady, you can do a lot better than me." He then searched his own memory and realized that he had seen this woman before. She was another of Babel's contractors here. If he remembered correctly, he fought with her thought on different parts of the battlefield a few weeks ago during the defense of the Oripathy clinic. "Hey, aren't you another one of the Contractors here? I swear I've seen you before."
She nodded her head, "Yep, I indeed am." She held out a hand to shake, "Elvira Texas, happy to make your acquaintance."
Clyde shook her hand, "You can call me Clyde."
Elvira looked a little confused at that, "Don't want to give a last name?" Clyde shook his head at that. "Ahh, family trouble."
Clyde smirked a little at that and remembered what the other Spartans who managed to make it all the way to their old homes had said about flash-clones and replacements, "Yeah, you can say that."
Elvira nodded her head a smiled weakly, "I know the feeling. I've had plenty of it too. Don't really want to talk about it." She then took notice of the tacpad in his hand and the picture on it of Clyde and two others in similar armor standing together. "Who's that?"
Clyde looked down again and smiled, "My old team, not much I want to say about them though other than that I miss them."
The Bartender came around with Elvira's drink at that time and she picked it up, "You know,..." she started towards Clyde, "How about this? To things left unsaid." She toasted.
Clyde held up his own drink and clinked it with hers, "I'll drink to that."
With that, the two Mercenaries drank not knowing that that was the start of a life changing relationship.
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6 Dec. 2555
2115 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Security Room
Clyde reclined in his seat while blowing some smoke from his cigar out of his mouth and looking his partner in the eye again.
"You know,..." Alex began, "Since you did bring up our flash clones, something pretty interesting happened with one of them while you were gone."
Clyde leaned forward a bit, "And what would that be?"
Alex shrugged again, "I'll let you finish first, don't want to blow your mind too soon. I want to hear the rest of this."
Clyde reclined again with a look of mild annoyance on his face before returning to his recollective face , "Alright, so through some twists of fate, Elvira was assigned to the same combat group as me and the ODSTs from then on and we were seriously impressed by her performances in combat. She was a great swordfighter and fit in with the rest of us almost frighteningly well. The two of us also began talking and interacting a lot more and we hit it off. We got along well probably due to our similarities and eventually she entrusted me his her past. She was a mafia princess from one of the most ruthless and cutthroat clans in her home country. She hated her father and feared her brother so she became a mercenary in order to get away from that life and used her skills from her parents trying to make her an enforcer to earn her paychecks. In return for telling me that, I gave her the truth about me and the Spartan program to be fair."
Alex perked up about that, "Clyde, do you know how stupid that is and how much of a breech of security that is? If we were home..."
Clyde cut him off, "If we were home. We obviously aren't. There's no UNSC here, no ONI, no NAVSPECWAR. There was no one to enforce secrecy and she never told anyone, not even our daughter."
Alex sighed at that knowing that it would be pointless to continue that part, "Alright, so about her."
"Ok, back on track." Clyde looked up at the ceiling trying to find his place in the story, "So, eventually Babel and the Loyalists in the Civil War went tits up when the queen was assassinated and we started losing hard. Babel tried to limit the bloodshed and terminated our contracts while giving us lump sums of our remining paychecks and getting us all transport out. We all were on the same flight out and it was on that flight that Sergeant Michaels and I made Elvira an offer. She accepted and joined our little band on our travels. Hell, after we recovered some more gear from a Prowler's crash site, I even modified a suit of ODST armor for her to use. It was also around then that Michaels took note of our relationship and encouraged us to take the next step so we did. We got married, used some gold we got from a job in RIM Billiton to buy some land in a low Catastrophe area and I built us a house on it. She was the one who initiated the next stage though."
"Having a kid?" Alex rhetorically asked.
Clyde nodded. "We had a daughter, Abbigail though you know her as Texas. Elvira retired from mercenary work as did the rest of the ODSTs. I kept doing it as our family's main source of income. It was an interesting time. Went all over Terra, met all sorts of people, forged a lot of important connections that I used to ensure Abbigail and Elvira's safety. Unfortunately, Abby got caught up in the life we wanted to keep her away from when her uncle managed to track us down. One of my greatest regrets to this day is not blowing the fucker's head off right there. I had my M6Ds with me, all it would have taken would have been one of my 50/40 SAP-HE rounds."
Noticing the rage building on his old friend's face, Alex waved his arms to get his attention. "Clyde, Clyde, focus. Calm down. We can't change the past, just retell it."
This seemed to make him snap back, "Sorry Alex, caught me ranting again. I just get worked up thinking about that bastard."
Alex shrugged and took a drag off of his cigar, "Hey man, happens to the best of us. I've even heard John do it."
"John,..." Clyde looked at him in disbelief, "Ranting out of control. Mister Stoic Leader himself once had something break is perpetual cool. That's got to be an interesting story."
Alex huffed a little, "You bet it is. Find me sometime and I'll tell you."
Clyde leaned back, "So, where was I, oh yeah. So, I don't know what he told her, but a few weeks later, I find her to have vanished without a trace and having only left behind a note that said she was leaving to see The Clan. You can guess what that meant." Alex nodded knowing what he meant. Clyde leaned forward in his seat and looked down at the table, "Me and Elvira braced ourselves for the worst and hoped against hope that she would be ok and eventually that happened when on a rainy night when she came home. Abbigail turned up in a disheveled appearance with minor injuries and a look of total relief on her face. We took her in and that's when she shared her horror story with us. Her uncle had become the leader of the clan after her grandfather had passed and he took it as a personal attack that Elvira left and fled. Also didn't help that he had... let's just say deviant tastes in women and relationships and wanted her."
Alex's eyes went wide at that, "Oh fuck."
Clyde just nodded and said, "Yep. Elvira tried to go home to clear things up and pay off her debt peacefully." He looked down at the table again with a look that Alex identified as grief, "I should have stopped her."
It was then that Alex realized that he had always referred to his marriage and wife in the past tense. That was bad. "This was about when they pissed off the wrong Spartan right?"
Clyde simple nodded again, "He had the gall to invite me to her funeral. He assumed I would work like any other victim of their racket. I didn't. I turned him to a cloud of mist with an M99 Stanchion while he was giving her eulogy. I then got back together with Echo-8 and hunted down every other member of his gang. I hope you don't mind but I used Ascalon a couple times against them."
"YOU STILL HAVE ASCALON!"
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AN: So here in the states it's Memorial Day so I just wanted to put something in this section's notes about that. As for my usual notes, I'm thinking for how Dallas/Clyde will function as an Operator is as a Supporter who is an unholy combination of The Engineer from TF2 and Doomguy. Also Ascalon, what happens when you let Huragok get their tentacles on UNSC heavy weapons.
As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.
Until next time.
2201 Hours
Kazdel
Spartan Clyde-150 sat hunched over his drink in a dingy bar in a mostly untouched city in the middle of a warzone.
This had always been a hard day for him since the Operation on Horizon. This would have been Alex's birthday, but it was also the anniversary of his death. He was still haunted by the memory of seeing his oldest friend trying to claw his way out of the chamber as nerve gas used the breaches in his armor to slowly kill him.
He looked down at the tacpad and frowned as he saw the image. It was the last picture he had of all of SILVER together before Alex died and Jin went MIA when they arrived here. He would miss them and he was going to hope that he could at least find at least Jin since she had been on the Prowler and bailed after him.
That itself was another strange thing, for about a month and a half now him and the ODSTs of Echo-8 have been stranded on a previously unknown planet that was inhabited by some of the strangest people he had ever seen. He lacked words to describe it, but it was like they were something else spliced with human which was evident in their appearance. They almost universally had an inhuman aspect to their appearance which was normally some type and animalistic horns, ears, or tails though the inhabitants of this country held more in common with the traditional appearance of demons than any animals he knew besides maybe those weird goliaths from back on Reach. Nice enough people, but all of this was just strange to him and to Echo-8.
In the mean time, due to their lack of information, resources, support, and needing a plausible cover story, they had claimed that they were PMCs moving into Kazdel looking for work. Luckily, the first group they came across, a humanitarian group called Babel, had seen them in combat where the 6 of them managed to turn back a force of nearly a thousand hostiles. It wasn't particularly hard due to them having the firepower and experience advantage over what was essentially an unorganized mob of attackers with melee weapons. However, it was still impressive both for the team and the Babel guys so they were hired to run security for refugee and medical camps scattered around the country. At least it was something they had experience doing in the past.
However, being the only UNSC personnel they knew of on planet was something that weighed on their morale and psyches. Because of that, their immediate superior had given them leave in one of the more untouched cities in Kazdel and some recommendations for a place to take a load off. Unfortunately, their superior, a local working for Babel named Scout, didn't know about Clyde's long history with the date June 11th. Clyde put a finger to the screen and took a closer look at the faces of his two lost teammates before downing some more of his drink as a slight toast to those lost. The ODSTs were outside socializing with some of the other Babel PMCs, apparently this place was popular among contractors for the Loyalist side of this Civil War, leaving him alone standing at the bar.
As he was standing there though, he failed to notice that someone came up to the bar next to him until she accidentally bumped into him. While Clyde was more socialized than the average Spartan II, he still had a lot of the usual social anxieties common to his brothers and sisters in arms including an aversion to direct physical contact with others. The feeling of the bump caused him to go onto alert for a brief moment and almost subconsciously reach for the bowie knife on his belt. He opted against wearing his armor here but brought one of his M6Ds and his knife just in case. However, he stood down when he finished taking in the situation and realized that this was an overreaction and he got a good look at who bumped him. It was a much shorter woman with wolf ears and tail (why world why) with a long head of red hair that was much brighter and more vibrant than his own. She was significantly shorter than him but that wasn't surprising, he had noticed that average height here was significantly shorter here than back in the UEG. She had her back to him though he could see that she was wearing what looked like a light weight ballistic plate carrier over a light grey jacket and red shirt. On her hip was sheathed a longsword and a dagger behind her back as well. She turned around when she felt her mistake and turned to see him. She was obviously not expecting to see what she did as her light blue eyes went wide as she began looking up at the extremely tall man.
"Ohh..." She shook her head a bit and seemed to return a relatively normal look to her surprisingly delicate looking face, "I'm sorry, stumbled a bit and didn't see you there." She apologized to Clyde as he waved a hand trying to defuse this situation.
"It's fine." Clyde responded while taking another swig of his drink and returning his view to his tacpad.
The woman though kept looking and began putting two and two together with the man's height and stature combined with the white emblem from the back of his shirt, "Hey, are you one of those new guys at Babel? That one with the really heavy armor." Clyde looked at her again and nodded. "Hmm, so that's what you look like under all of that. I admit, you don't look half bad without it." She said that last bit with a bit of a smirk on her face and pep in her voice.
Clyde did chuckle a bit at that. "Please lady, you can do a lot better than me." He then searched his own memory and realized that he had seen this woman before. She was another of Babel's contractors here. If he remembered correctly, he fought with her thought on different parts of the battlefield a few weeks ago during the defense of the Oripathy clinic. "Hey, aren't you another one of the Contractors here? I swear I've seen you before."
She nodded her head, "Yep, I indeed am." She held out a hand to shake, "Elvira Texas, happy to make your acquaintance."
Clyde shook her hand, "You can call me Clyde."
Elvira looked a little confused at that, "Don't want to give a last name?" Clyde shook his head at that. "Ahh, family trouble."
Clyde smirked a little at that and remembered what the other Spartans who managed to make it all the way to their old homes had said about flash-clones and replacements, "Yeah, you can say that."
Elvira nodded her head a smiled weakly, "I know the feeling. I've had plenty of it too. Don't really want to talk about it." She then took notice of the tacpad in his hand and the picture on it of Clyde and two others in similar armor standing together. "Who's that?"
Clyde looked down again and smiled, "My old team, not much I want to say about them though other than that I miss them."
The Bartender came around with Elvira's drink at that time and she picked it up, "You know,..." she started towards Clyde, "How about this? To things left unsaid." She toasted.
Clyde held up his own drink and clinked it with hers, "I'll drink to that."
With that, the two Mercenaries drank not knowing that that was the start of a life changing relationship.
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6 Dec. 2555
2115 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Security Room
Clyde reclined in his seat while blowing some smoke from his cigar out of his mouth and looking his partner in the eye again.
"You know,..." Alex began, "Since you did bring up our flash clones, something pretty interesting happened with one of them while you were gone."
Clyde leaned forward a bit, "And what would that be?"
Alex shrugged again, "I'll let you finish first, don't want to blow your mind too soon. I want to hear the rest of this."
Clyde reclined again with a look of mild annoyance on his face before returning to his recollective face , "Alright, so through some twists of fate, Elvira was assigned to the same combat group as me and the ODSTs from then on and we were seriously impressed by her performances in combat. She was a great swordfighter and fit in with the rest of us almost frighteningly well. The two of us also began talking and interacting a lot more and we hit it off. We got along well probably due to our similarities and eventually she entrusted me his her past. She was a mafia princess from one of the most ruthless and cutthroat clans in her home country. She hated her father and feared her brother so she became a mercenary in order to get away from that life and used her skills from her parents trying to make her an enforcer to earn her paychecks. In return for telling me that, I gave her the truth about me and the Spartan program to be fair."
Alex perked up about that, "Clyde, do you know how stupid that is and how much of a breech of security that is? If we were home..."
Clyde cut him off, "If we were home. We obviously aren't. There's no UNSC here, no ONI, no NAVSPECWAR. There was no one to enforce secrecy and she never told anyone, not even our daughter."
Alex sighed at that knowing that it would be pointless to continue that part, "Alright, so about her."
"Ok, back on track." Clyde looked up at the ceiling trying to find his place in the story, "So, eventually Babel and the Loyalists in the Civil War went tits up when the queen was assassinated and we started losing hard. Babel tried to limit the bloodshed and terminated our contracts while giving us lump sums of our remining paychecks and getting us all transport out. We all were on the same flight out and it was on that flight that Sergeant Michaels and I made Elvira an offer. She accepted and joined our little band on our travels. Hell, after we recovered some more gear from a Prowler's crash site, I even modified a suit of ODST armor for her to use. It was also around then that Michaels took note of our relationship and encouraged us to take the next step so we did. We got married, used some gold we got from a job in RIM Billiton to buy some land in a low Catastrophe area and I built us a house on it. She was the one who initiated the next stage though."
"Having a kid?" Alex rhetorically asked.
Clyde nodded. "We had a daughter, Abbigail though you know her as Texas. Elvira retired from mercenary work as did the rest of the ODSTs. I kept doing it as our family's main source of income. It was an interesting time. Went all over Terra, met all sorts of people, forged a lot of important connections that I used to ensure Abbigail and Elvira's safety. Unfortunately, Abby got caught up in the life we wanted to keep her away from when her uncle managed to track us down. One of my greatest regrets to this day is not blowing the fucker's head off right there. I had my M6Ds with me, all it would have taken would have been one of my 50/40 SAP-HE rounds."
Noticing the rage building on his old friend's face, Alex waved his arms to get his attention. "Clyde, Clyde, focus. Calm down. We can't change the past, just retell it."
This seemed to make him snap back, "Sorry Alex, caught me ranting again. I just get worked up thinking about that bastard."
Alex shrugged and took a drag off of his cigar, "Hey man, happens to the best of us. I've even heard John do it."
"John,..." Clyde looked at him in disbelief, "Ranting out of control. Mister Stoic Leader himself once had something break is perpetual cool. That's got to be an interesting story."
Alex huffed a little, "You bet it is. Find me sometime and I'll tell you."
Clyde leaned back, "So, where was I, oh yeah. So, I don't know what he told her, but a few weeks later, I find her to have vanished without a trace and having only left behind a note that said she was leaving to see The Clan. You can guess what that meant." Alex nodded knowing what he meant. Clyde leaned forward in his seat and looked down at the table, "Me and Elvira braced ourselves for the worst and hoped against hope that she would be ok and eventually that happened when on a rainy night when she came home. Abbigail turned up in a disheveled appearance with minor injuries and a look of total relief on her face. We took her in and that's when she shared her horror story with us. Her uncle had become the leader of the clan after her grandfather had passed and he took it as a personal attack that Elvira left and fled. Also didn't help that he had... let's just say deviant tastes in women and relationships and wanted her."
Alex's eyes went wide at that, "Oh fuck."
Clyde just nodded and said, "Yep. Elvira tried to go home to clear things up and pay off her debt peacefully." He looked down at the table again with a look that Alex identified as grief, "I should have stopped her."
It was then that Alex realized that he had always referred to his marriage and wife in the past tense. That was bad. "This was about when they pissed off the wrong Spartan right?"
Clyde simple nodded again, "He had the gall to invite me to her funeral. He assumed I would work like any other victim of their racket. I didn't. I turned him to a cloud of mist with an M99 Stanchion while he was giving her eulogy. I then got back together with Echo-8 and hunted down every other member of his gang. I hope you don't mind but I used Ascalon a couple times against them."
"YOU STILL HAVE ASCALON!"
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AN: So here in the states it's Memorial Day so I just wanted to put something in this section's notes about that. As for my usual notes, I'm thinking for how Dallas/Clyde will function as an Operator is as a Supporter who is an unholy combination of The Engineer from TF2 and Doomguy. Also Ascalon, what happens when you let Huragok get their tentacles on UNSC heavy weapons.
As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.
Until next time.
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Uh, Clyde's wife got violated by her brother as implied(NTR)? moving on.
Anyway! few Typo errors but most noticable is that Babble should be Babel.
Anyway! few Typo errors but most noticable is that Babble should be Babel.
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No, she was spared that fate. He did it with the alternative, his niece.
Yes, I know about those mistakes. I had to finish this section on mobile. I'll fix them when I can use my PC again.
Really wanna know what ascalon is
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....... I imagine when Clyde found out that he did that to his daughter then throwing on top of it all killing his wife I'm amazed he didn't make the fucker die by inches. It showed remarkable self restraint on his part to say the least.
Also kinda wonder where Lappland fits into all of this to.
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I'm just going to say this for now, Huragok modified M6 G/GNR Laser.
Thats all i need to know, Thank you
Bonus points if Lappland is scared shitless of Clyde and Texas (Abby) uses that against her.
Edit: Might want to check your spelling and grammar again. I saw a "you're" instead of "your". Also, "Babel" is the name of the preceding organization to Rhodes.
Edit: Might want to check your spelling and grammar again. I saw a "you're" instead of "your". Also, "Babel" is the name of the preceding organization to Rhodes.
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Yeah, Lappy knows just who Texas's father is and what doing anything serious to her would mean. She knows full well that doing anything too much with Texas would end someway like what happened to this poor Innie. She either doesn't care or looks forward to it. She's not sure which.
Also; the Rainbow 6 crossover indicates that Terra doesn't have the same advancements Earth does in firearms. Laterano Guns are basically wands that fire smaller wands. Is it the same here? Or has Clyde overcome that?
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Clyde has developed a functional replacement for Missriah Armory propellants due to years of experimentation. Primers and Brass are compatible and projectiles are mind-numbingly easy for him to reproduce.
There are some things he can't replicate such as caseless ammo, the kicker-charges to the Stanchion, and some explosives though he has subbed local explosives in where he can and saves the rest for when something absolutely needs to die.
He also may or may not have patented the M6D and its 12.7x40 ammo, sold the rights to a Laterano firm, and accidentally made it one of the most common heavy pistols on Terra.
As for parts, the need is drastically reduced by MASM (Missriah Armory Space Magic) and when he does need something, its common materials and he is a skilled metal worker and craftsman.
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Chapter 4-5: Unexpected Aftermath.
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6 Dec. 2555
2233 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Hallway Outside Security Room
Blaze was currently taking a stroll through the halls of the landship.
She had been on the opposite end of the ship and thus was unable to respond to the intruder alert before GROM and base security put the threat down. While she was a little disappointed that she wasn't able to help, she was more happy that there were no significant injuries and the threat had been dealt with, apparently singlehandedly by Mroz. In the meantime, she was visiting security to get a full report on the events of the night and maybe see whoever it was who broke in. However, as she walked she came to see a familiar brown haired woman leaning against the wall in the hallway in her full powered armor. Her helmet was off and she was playing with the knife in her hand by tossing it into the air, letting it flip exactly three times, before then catching it by the handle and rolling it across her fingers all in one very natural movement. All of this taking next to nothing of her concentration or attention and happening at speeds faster than she had seen many wield knives in battle.
"Hey Sneg." Blaze greeted her.
"Oh,..." She caught her knife, this time by the blade and looked over to her friend in the hall, "Privet Blaze. What are you doing down here?" She asked as she gestured with the handle of the knife to Blaze and around the hall before flipping it around in her hand and returning it to the hidden scabbard in her suit's vambraces with a single fluid movement.
Blaze looked in awe at her blade work. Sneg was almost entirely a dedicated sniper, but that was impressive knife skills. Combined with her strength and speed, she had a feeling that this "Sniper" could make short work of most enemies in close quarters. "I was just heading down to security to hear what happened earlier. I presume your down here because Mroz dragged you down here when security needed his statement."
Sneg nodded, "Da. He said he needed a favor down here from me so I came down here. Let me just say this, but your security is a little lacking in its own room." Blaze looked confused at that but Sneg moved on before she could figure out what she meant, "That guy is someone Mroz knows very well and one of his fellow Spartan-IIs. He's sitting in talking with him for the moment so I'm just here waiting for him. I would run back to the room to take my armor off, but I don't know when he'll come back out."
That caught Blaze off guard, she knew that Mroz and Sneg weren't exactly the same thing with Mroz being something called a Spartan-II and Sneg being a Spartan-III and that Mroz looked about 5 to 6 years older than Sneg. She chalked that up to chronological difference between the two programs, but from what she had heard from her team was that the intruder was a man in his 40s, significantly older than Mroz. How were they longtime brothers in arms and from the same program? Shaking those thoughts from her head, Blaze returned to her conversation with Sneg. "Ahh, so he's in there?"
Sneg nodded, "Da. They've been in there talking for about two and a half hours now. I hope they come out soon or I'm going to be late for that lesion Jessica scheduled with me. I was going to teach her to fight at night and in low visibility."
"Wait," Blaze began, "You're training Operators now. When did you start?"
Sneg shrugged, "I talked with Dobermann a few days ago and convinced her to let me start running classes for other Operators. While I am predominantly a Sniper in my skillset, I have a broad range of talents. She's letting me run classes on cyberwarfare, specialized combat, combat driving though I think Mroz should be teaching that, and a few other things. I've been doing one on one with Jessica for a while. Girl's got talent and potential, I'm just trying to get her there."
Blaze nodded at that, she had the same views on Jessica and wished the best for the Black Steal Operative. She hopped that Sneg's teaching would be for the best then. "Hmm, didn't know your skills were that diverse. Good to know, now I'll call you when I need a hacker on a mission." Both smiled and relaxed at that before Blaze started again, "So, those were some impressive knife tricks you had right there. Where did you learn them?"
Sneg smiled again, "Oh, those. I learned them from another of Mroz's fellow IIs, Fred. During the Onyx Incident there were a lot of incidents where we found ourselves lying low and having downtime. During one instant of taking cover to avoid a group of Sentinels, GROM was sharing the same building with BLUE Team. While Mroz was interacting with his fellow IIs, I approached out of curiosity and fell into step with them. Eventually to relieve boredom on both our counts, Fred taught me a lot of his knife tricks. I'm nowhere near his speeds, but I'm working on them." Sneg began before realizing she had said the S word and would now have to explain more.
Blaze looked intrigued, "Onyx Incident, I heard Mroz say something about that on our mission last week. He said he would explain later, and didn't you say a while ago that Onyx was your home?"
Sneg nodded as she tried to think of what to say, "That is correct. Alright let me think about what I should say about this. A lot of that mission is classified."
Blaze settled onto a spot to lean against the wall to listen to to woman's story. From hearing Sneg's stories elsewhere, she knew she was in for a long ride.
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7 Dec. 2555
0015 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Security Room
Spartan Clyde-150 sat alone in the security room as he had been doing since he finished his conversation with Alex ended a few hours ago.
In his hand, he took one final drag off of that cigar as he placed it into the ashtray his old teammate had managed to convince security to give him. The smoke was savored before he blew it out of his mouth one last time for the night before looking down at the table. A few hours ago when his interrogation with Kal and Doc ended, Doc had slid him a document in an envelop and a pen saying that this was an alternative way of solving his new problems from his misadventure down here.
Sliding his thumb under the flap of the stiff paper, he opened the envelope and was shocked when he read it. Doc had said that this was a way to repay Rhodes Island with some service, see and spend time with Abbigail a lot, but this was ridiculously good. First, he would just need to put down his information.
Part one was name.
He wondered what he should put down. He knew he should put down Clyde, but did they want anything else? She he put down the name he married into, maybe his number too? He eventually decided what to do.
Clyde Texas
Yeah, sounded better without the 150.
It was also asking for another name, one to use for anonymity reasons, he knew exactly what to put down for it.
Dallas
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0412 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Top Deck.
Whenever Operative Texas needed to take a load off, she found herself on a roof.
It was probably due to being raised in the mountains, elevation reminded her of home and safety, but it was also due to isolation. She was never the most social person, must have inherited her father's awkwardness and her... incident with her extended family did help anything. It wasn't that she didn't like other people, it was just that she never felt that she fit in, that there was something wrong with her, something different.
When she was younger, she was always significantly stronger, faster, and tougher than anyone her age. While it eventually leveled out to her just being an exceptionally strong, tough, and fast individual that wasn't beyond what was normally possible. However, in her youth she had exhibited the physicality of a fully matured adult. This culminated in an incident back when she was in grade school with two bullies. One never walked again and the other was put into a coma for 14 months. While mom and dad prevented it from escalating out of control for the family, she was looked at as dangerous and a freak later. That pretty much killed any chances of having a normal social life right there and was her first encounter with her.
Even after multiple fresh starts, she wasn't able to shake the normal issues and anxieties until she was approached by an old friend of her dad and current employer, Emperor, and introduced with her current group of friends. In fact, the reason she almost never spoke of her past with either her new friends at Penguin Logistics or Rhodes Island was a fear of the same thing happening again.
As much as she loved her father, she was worried and afraid that his presence here would mean an end to that. It was a stress that was killing her and irritating her almost hereditary oral fixation she got from both her her parents. It was something that her normal pocki and candy wouldn't help.
She sung her legs out over the ledge of the ship and let them dangle in the air as she opened her satchel and grabbed a small box from them, cigarettes. She opened the box and placed one in her mouth.
It was a remarkably poor habit even for her, but it had always been something she could do to reduce her stresses and anxiety like the type that had kept her awake all night today. She preferred not to remember where she picked up the habit though.
She was just about to light the tobacco when she just barely managed to catch a grey flash out of the corner of her eye and in a millisecond it was out of her mouth and in a very familiar armored gauntlet. Turning her head a little, she saw an armored man with an older friendly face crouching next to and behind her.
"What have I told you about smoking my Little Rose?" Her father asked her as he sat down next to her on the ledge swinging his legs over the edge as well.
Texas smiled slightly at that, "You were the one who was smoking long before I was born."
Her father gave her a look, "Hey, it's different when I do it." They both chuckled at that as he then reached into another one of his hardcases and pulled out two more cigars. He handed one of them to his daughter. He bit the cap off while she elected to go a little flashy on it by using the edge of one of her swords to do it. She then lit hers before offering her father the lighter so he could light his cigar too.
"See,..." He then gestured with his while blowing out his smoke, "Better."
Texas smiled again, "Yeah, if you say so." She then smiled far more and even giggled slightly when her father then rubbed her head like he had done since she was little.
"Sorry about that, I just wanted to act on that message you gave me." He tried to apologize to her, sighing as he talked. "You know me and that whole no man left behind thing. When I heard you saw more people from the UNSC and I had to check things out myself. Sorry that I got messy, I'll do anything I can to try to prevent this from getting you involved."
Texas breathed in sharply, "Dad, it isn't that. It's just that you always do these sorts of things. You just act when you hear things, you give very little thought to what you're doing. You just need to slow down and have someone there for you." She shook her head slightly at her father's antics. He really did mean it and she loved him for that, she just wanted him to be less boneheaded about it. "Oh and Dad, don't worry about me. We've had incidents like this in the past here at RI and..."
She was cut off by her father, "Better have not been with that white haired stalker, she gives me the creeps."
Texas awkwardly tried to laugh that one off. "Yeah... Definitely not her." She thought to herself how she's going to have to keep that one under raps now.
"As for me,..." Her father began as he reached towards another compartment in his old armor.
"Wait, Dad, how did you get out of security that quickly?" Texas asked finally after it finally sunk in. Her father must only have been in security for a few hours. Normally, protocol was to hold a subject for at least 48 hours. She should know due to her... incident with a certain other Lupo on her first day here.
"About that." He withdrew his hand from the carrying devise and handed something to her as she looked, she realized what it was, an Operator application form and it was stamped approved and signed by none other than the Doctor himself. "As you said, I need someone to keep me in check and make sure I don't keep going off the rails. You willing to be that person?"
She simply stared disbelievingly at the paper in her hands, was this really happening? Did she just hear that her father had just joined Rhodes Island? There was no way this was happening. "Da..D...Dad?" She only managed to stagger out in shock.
"Yes?" He simply responded.
"Did... Did you really join Rhodes Island." Texas looked at him with the brown eyes that Elvira always said were his wide. Clyde could tell that there was some mist in them in the low light.
"Yes Abbigail, I did." Clyde answered while giving his daughter a strong and confident face. "We've always talked that we need some more father-daughter time, now's as good a time as any."
Texas looked back down at the papers, it was real. This was going to be complicated for her to try to keep everything normal, but otherwise she was going to have her father and one of the greatest allies she has ever had near her going forward. She simply reached for the man next to her and gave him a hug. "Dad, you can be an idiot from time to time, but you've always been there." She got back to her spot before taking a drag off of her cigar, "I guess we're coworkers now."
Her father smirked at that, "I guess we are, Texas."
She smiled again, "Alright, Dallas."
Clyde gestured over his shoulder with his cigar though, "Now Abbigail, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine."
With that, she heard a clamor on the ladder behind them as someone else climbed up. She was surprised when she heard the voice of one of her new teammates, Mroz. "Clyde, it's 4 in the fucking morning. This better be..." He finished the climb and saw the two at the top, "Oh."
"Abbigail, meet your Uncle Alex."
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AN: Sorry for the lack of an update yesterday. Here's the next section. Also, yes. Texas is a Spartan-2.1 and thus inherited minor augmentations from Clyde making her stronger (though not significantly) than the average human either Baseline or Terran.
As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.
Until next time.
2233 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Hallway Outside Security Room
Blaze was currently taking a stroll through the halls of the landship.
She had been on the opposite end of the ship and thus was unable to respond to the intruder alert before GROM and base security put the threat down. While she was a little disappointed that she wasn't able to help, she was more happy that there were no significant injuries and the threat had been dealt with, apparently singlehandedly by Mroz. In the meantime, she was visiting security to get a full report on the events of the night and maybe see whoever it was who broke in. However, as she walked she came to see a familiar brown haired woman leaning against the wall in the hallway in her full powered armor. Her helmet was off and she was playing with the knife in her hand by tossing it into the air, letting it flip exactly three times, before then catching it by the handle and rolling it across her fingers all in one very natural movement. All of this taking next to nothing of her concentration or attention and happening at speeds faster than she had seen many wield knives in battle.
"Hey Sneg." Blaze greeted her.
"Oh,..." She caught her knife, this time by the blade and looked over to her friend in the hall, "Privet Blaze. What are you doing down here?" She asked as she gestured with the handle of the knife to Blaze and around the hall before flipping it around in her hand and returning it to the hidden scabbard in her suit's vambraces with a single fluid movement.
Blaze looked in awe at her blade work. Sneg was almost entirely a dedicated sniper, but that was impressive knife skills. Combined with her strength and speed, she had a feeling that this "Sniper" could make short work of most enemies in close quarters. "I was just heading down to security to hear what happened earlier. I presume your down here because Mroz dragged you down here when security needed his statement."
Sneg nodded, "Da. He said he needed a favor down here from me so I came down here. Let me just say this, but your security is a little lacking in its own room." Blaze looked confused at that but Sneg moved on before she could figure out what she meant, "That guy is someone Mroz knows very well and one of his fellow Spartan-IIs. He's sitting in talking with him for the moment so I'm just here waiting for him. I would run back to the room to take my armor off, but I don't know when he'll come back out."
That caught Blaze off guard, she knew that Mroz and Sneg weren't exactly the same thing with Mroz being something called a Spartan-II and Sneg being a Spartan-III and that Mroz looked about 5 to 6 years older than Sneg. She chalked that up to chronological difference between the two programs, but from what she had heard from her team was that the intruder was a man in his 40s, significantly older than Mroz. How were they longtime brothers in arms and from the same program? Shaking those thoughts from her head, Blaze returned to her conversation with Sneg. "Ahh, so he's in there?"
Sneg nodded, "Da. They've been in there talking for about two and a half hours now. I hope they come out soon or I'm going to be late for that lesion Jessica scheduled with me. I was going to teach her to fight at night and in low visibility."
"Wait," Blaze began, "You're training Operators now. When did you start?"
Sneg shrugged, "I talked with Dobermann a few days ago and convinced her to let me start running classes for other Operators. While I am predominantly a Sniper in my skillset, I have a broad range of talents. She's letting me run classes on cyberwarfare, specialized combat, combat driving though I think Mroz should be teaching that, and a few other things. I've been doing one on one with Jessica for a while. Girl's got talent and potential, I'm just trying to get her there."
Blaze nodded at that, she had the same views on Jessica and wished the best for the Black Steal Operative. She hopped that Sneg's teaching would be for the best then. "Hmm, didn't know your skills were that diverse. Good to know, now I'll call you when I need a hacker on a mission." Both smiled and relaxed at that before Blaze started again, "So, those were some impressive knife tricks you had right there. Where did you learn them?"
Sneg smiled again, "Oh, those. I learned them from another of Mroz's fellow IIs, Fred. During the Onyx Incident there were a lot of incidents where we found ourselves lying low and having downtime. During one instant of taking cover to avoid a group of Sentinels, GROM was sharing the same building with BLUE Team. While Mroz was interacting with his fellow IIs, I approached out of curiosity and fell into step with them. Eventually to relieve boredom on both our counts, Fred taught me a lot of his knife tricks. I'm nowhere near his speeds, but I'm working on them." Sneg began before realizing she had said the S word and would now have to explain more.
Blaze looked intrigued, "Onyx Incident, I heard Mroz say something about that on our mission last week. He said he would explain later, and didn't you say a while ago that Onyx was your home?"
Sneg nodded as she tried to think of what to say, "That is correct. Alright let me think about what I should say about this. A lot of that mission is classified."
Blaze settled onto a spot to lean against the wall to listen to to woman's story. From hearing Sneg's stories elsewhere, she knew she was in for a long ride.
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7 Dec. 2555
0015 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Security Room
Spartan Clyde-150 sat alone in the security room as he had been doing since he finished his conversation with Alex ended a few hours ago.
In his hand, he took one final drag off of that cigar as he placed it into the ashtray his old teammate had managed to convince security to give him. The smoke was savored before he blew it out of his mouth one last time for the night before looking down at the table. A few hours ago when his interrogation with Kal and Doc ended, Doc had slid him a document in an envelop and a pen saying that this was an alternative way of solving his new problems from his misadventure down here.
Sliding his thumb under the flap of the stiff paper, he opened the envelope and was shocked when he read it. Doc had said that this was a way to repay Rhodes Island with some service, see and spend time with Abbigail a lot, but this was ridiculously good. First, he would just need to put down his information.
Part one was name.
He wondered what he should put down. He knew he should put down Clyde, but did they want anything else? She he put down the name he married into, maybe his number too? He eventually decided what to do.
Clyde Texas
Yeah, sounded better without the 150.
It was also asking for another name, one to use for anonymity reasons, he knew exactly what to put down for it.
Dallas
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0412 Hours
Rhodes Island Landship
Top Deck.
Whenever Operative Texas needed to take a load off, she found herself on a roof.
It was probably due to being raised in the mountains, elevation reminded her of home and safety, but it was also due to isolation. She was never the most social person, must have inherited her father's awkwardness and her... incident with her extended family did help anything. It wasn't that she didn't like other people, it was just that she never felt that she fit in, that there was something wrong with her, something different.
When she was younger, she was always significantly stronger, faster, and tougher than anyone her age. While it eventually leveled out to her just being an exceptionally strong, tough, and fast individual that wasn't beyond what was normally possible. However, in her youth she had exhibited the physicality of a fully matured adult. This culminated in an incident back when she was in grade school with two bullies. One never walked again and the other was put into a coma for 14 months. While mom and dad prevented it from escalating out of control for the family, she was looked at as dangerous and a freak later. That pretty much killed any chances of having a normal social life right there and was her first encounter with her.
Even after multiple fresh starts, she wasn't able to shake the normal issues and anxieties until she was approached by an old friend of her dad and current employer, Emperor, and introduced with her current group of friends. In fact, the reason she almost never spoke of her past with either her new friends at Penguin Logistics or Rhodes Island was a fear of the same thing happening again.
As much as she loved her father, she was worried and afraid that his presence here would mean an end to that. It was a stress that was killing her and irritating her almost hereditary oral fixation she got from both her her parents. It was something that her normal pocki and candy wouldn't help.
She sung her legs out over the ledge of the ship and let them dangle in the air as she opened her satchel and grabbed a small box from them, cigarettes. She opened the box and placed one in her mouth.
It was a remarkably poor habit even for her, but it had always been something she could do to reduce her stresses and anxiety like the type that had kept her awake all night today. She preferred not to remember where she picked up the habit though.
She was just about to light the tobacco when she just barely managed to catch a grey flash out of the corner of her eye and in a millisecond it was out of her mouth and in a very familiar armored gauntlet. Turning her head a little, she saw an armored man with an older friendly face crouching next to and behind her.
"What have I told you about smoking my Little Rose?" Her father asked her as he sat down next to her on the ledge swinging his legs over the edge as well.
Texas smiled slightly at that, "You were the one who was smoking long before I was born."
Her father gave her a look, "Hey, it's different when I do it." They both chuckled at that as he then reached into another one of his hardcases and pulled out two more cigars. He handed one of them to his daughter. He bit the cap off while she elected to go a little flashy on it by using the edge of one of her swords to do it. She then lit hers before offering her father the lighter so he could light his cigar too.
"See,..." He then gestured with his while blowing out his smoke, "Better."
Texas smiled again, "Yeah, if you say so." She then smiled far more and even giggled slightly when her father then rubbed her head like he had done since she was little.
"Sorry about that, I just wanted to act on that message you gave me." He tried to apologize to her, sighing as he talked. "You know me and that whole no man left behind thing. When I heard you saw more people from the UNSC and I had to check things out myself. Sorry that I got messy, I'll do anything I can to try to prevent this from getting you involved."
Texas breathed in sharply, "Dad, it isn't that. It's just that you always do these sorts of things. You just act when you hear things, you give very little thought to what you're doing. You just need to slow down and have someone there for you." She shook her head slightly at her father's antics. He really did mean it and she loved him for that, she just wanted him to be less boneheaded about it. "Oh and Dad, don't worry about me. We've had incidents like this in the past here at RI and..."
She was cut off by her father, "Better have not been with that white haired stalker, she gives me the creeps."
Texas awkwardly tried to laugh that one off. "Yeah... Definitely not her." She thought to herself how she's going to have to keep that one under raps now.
"As for me,..." Her father began as he reached towards another compartment in his old armor.
"Wait, Dad, how did you get out of security that quickly?" Texas asked finally after it finally sunk in. Her father must only have been in security for a few hours. Normally, protocol was to hold a subject for at least 48 hours. She should know due to her... incident with a certain other Lupo on her first day here.
"About that." He withdrew his hand from the carrying devise and handed something to her as she looked, she realized what it was, an Operator application form and it was stamped approved and signed by none other than the Doctor himself. "As you said, I need someone to keep me in check and make sure I don't keep going off the rails. You willing to be that person?"
She simply stared disbelievingly at the paper in her hands, was this really happening? Did she just hear that her father had just joined Rhodes Island? There was no way this was happening. "Da..D...Dad?" She only managed to stagger out in shock.
"Yes?" He simply responded.
"Did... Did you really join Rhodes Island." Texas looked at him with the brown eyes that Elvira always said were his wide. Clyde could tell that there was some mist in them in the low light.
"Yes Abbigail, I did." Clyde answered while giving his daughter a strong and confident face. "We've always talked that we need some more father-daughter time, now's as good a time as any."
Texas looked back down at the papers, it was real. This was going to be complicated for her to try to keep everything normal, but otherwise she was going to have her father and one of the greatest allies she has ever had near her going forward. She simply reached for the man next to her and gave him a hug. "Dad, you can be an idiot from time to time, but you've always been there." She got back to her spot before taking a drag off of her cigar, "I guess we're coworkers now."
Her father smirked at that, "I guess we are, Texas."
She smiled again, "Alright, Dallas."
Clyde gestured over his shoulder with his cigar though, "Now Abbigail, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine."
With that, she heard a clamor on the ladder behind them as someone else climbed up. She was surprised when she heard the voice of one of her new teammates, Mroz. "Clyde, it's 4 in the fucking morning. This better be..." He finished the climb and saw the two at the top, "Oh."
"Abbigail, meet your Uncle Alex."
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AN: Sorry for the lack of an update yesterday. Here's the next section. Also, yes. Texas is a Spartan-2.1 and thus inherited minor augmentations from Clyde making her stronger (though not significantly) than the average human either Baseline or Terran.
As usual, feel free to comment anything you have to say.
Until next time.
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i wonder if Uncle Alex got present for Little Abigail?
upgrade her knife, build some powersuit?
upgrade her knife, build some powersuit?
Terrans have different strength levels when compared to baseline human, more so with their race traits, Ursus is one of the examples with Gummy being a teenager student being able to lift a vault door one handed as a shield, Race traits regarding animals and mythos of strength category with Saria and Bagpipe being strong er than what their stature suggest.
Spartans really got it going for them is their limited production program of transhumanist abilities, granting them strength levels though surpassed by some terrans yet reactionary abilities and speed that leave their enemies hanging in their wake. A good thing for Texas as she inherited some of the supersoldier genes without the suffering that they went through physically and mentally.
Spartans really got it going for them is their limited production program of transhumanist abilities, granting them strength levels though surpassed by some terrans yet reactionary abilities and speed that leave their enemies hanging in their wake. A good thing for Texas as she inherited some of the supersoldier genes without the suffering that they went through physically and mentally.
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Why do you think that Doc and Kal both had such WTF reactions earlier when they got estimates for Alex and Irina's augmentations? Other than a successful attempt to create living weapons seemingly designed to kill basically anything you point them at, they have no clue why these things even exist.
They'd probably have a seizure if they learned about the "extras" Gamma Company had mixed in too.
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Yeah! Their reactions are on point with the seemingly artificial augmentation seen throughout their body being wholely unattural, when the terrans already had natural supersoldiers and Arts augmented powers to not to resort to explicit dangerous transhumanism operations(Though Columbia and Rhinelab might take exception to that)
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ONI Section 3 will have a field day when they can start getting to Terra.