2510, the Office of Naval intelligence reexamines the Carver Findings and the improved report building upon the prior findings by one civilian scientist, Catherine Elizabeth Halsey, then aged eighteen. Oni's projections matched the grim conclusions of Carver's report up to the year 2525. However, the independent research performed by Halsey predicted a far darker outcome of the projected conflict between the Inner and Outer Colonies of Mankind, that the inaction of the UNSC would spark a war that lasted at minimum for three decades and with the lowest estimated causalities surpassing five billion. The worse case scenario Dr Halsey predicted, the collapse of space fairing human civilization. Upon presenting her independent research to the Office of Naval Intelligence, Catherine Halsey accepted a position within Section III's Special projects division, to conceive a solution and counter to the anticipated interplanetary conflict.2511, The second generation of the failed super solider project ORION, is initiated, and swiftly renamed by Halsey into the SPARTAN II Project to distance it from the deficiencies of the prior program and the radical shifts from the original project. The most controversial being the selection of the candidates, Young Children selected for their genetic disposition to superior physical and intellectual traits, raised from age six upon and taught warfare and militaristic values to achieve a supreme understanding of war and instill utter loyalty to the UNSC's interests. To screen for select suitable candidates for the program, a database was constructed through the Outer Colony Vaccination program. Initial funding allowed for three hundred candidates for the program, but budget cuts and relocation to other covert and top secret projects, reduced the candidate pool by half.2517, One hundred a fifty children suitable for conscription into the SPARTAN II Program had been found through the Outer Colony Vaccination Program. However, before the collection of the subjects could begin, the funding available to Halsey and her project was further reduced. In another timeline, the initial suggested reduction of halving the Program's available resource again by half, may have gone through, reducing the tally of the first class of Spartans to a merely seventy five. However, coincidental factors, including the disappointing results of other blacksite projects and a certain high ranking official being caught suddenly ill when budgetary discussion were held, had reduced the loss of funding to the SPARTAN II program by one third instead, for a total of one hundred candidates. Children who would otherwise have lived their lives as civilians, ignorant of the horrors of war, both between the colonies and a threat yet to emerge, are in this version of events, instead chosen and taken from their homes to be trained and raised into SPARTAN super soldiersCont
>>6156570 Encryption CODE: RED. From: 404TormentedCache, Monitor, Location unknown To: Anonymous Receiver, Olympic tower, Oni HQ, New Alexandria, Eposz, Reach, Epislon Eridani System Subject: Please select Preferred Candidate (PC) of the first class of the SPARTAN II Program >SVEN-033. Sex: Male. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue. Colony of Origin: New Noregr [Outer Colony world with notable arctic conditions/ mountainous landscape and heavy native mining industry. Suspected insurrection activity] Genetic markers indicated an unusually high potential for bone/ muscle growth. Special Quality: GIANT>SHIKA-108. Sex: Female. Hair: Black. Eyes: Drk Brown. Colony of Origin: Ambition [Low Population, rural outer colony. Temperate Climate, described as Idyllic by visitors and inhabitants]. Initial observations show an uncanny, and seemingly innate ability to go unseen/ unnoticed. Special Quality: GHOST>DIMAS-012. Sex: Male. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Grey. Colony of Origin: Crimson Spire [Industrial hub, outer colony world. Pollution far exceeds acceptable indexes in all quantifiable spectrums] Unusual activity within cerebral scans. Reports indicate an unusually swift understanding of the function of any and all technology. Special Quality: TECH-WIZ>NESTA-097. Sex: Female. Hair: Red. Eyes: LT Green. Colony of Origin: Old Camelot [Heavily Populated Colony world, for exceeding safe occupant capacity, far exceeding acceptable crime rate according to CAA Accords, most available landmass occupied by urban sprawl]. Anomalous neural pathways detected. Observers note an uncanny ability by subject to anticipate and detect danger. Special Quality: DANGER SENSE Dice System. Best of three. D20. Rolls increased or reduced by applicable modifiers. Difficulty for chosen course of actions/ oncoming sequences will be noted next to the choices that lead you down those paths, both vaguely for overall difficulty and directly for DC/ Target Number Improvement/ Advancement System. Optional Objectives may be taken upon performing one of the applicable behaviors/ achievements tied to it. Effects & rewards may apply to either the PC or more widely to the war effort or both, and success or failure will effect how the PC's stories and experiences progress Welcome, players, to HALO: SPARTAN II WAR-REPORTS. Mood music: https://youtu.be/Xktl9f_egR8Fingers crossed I don't fuck this up!
>>6156571>SVEN-033. Sex: Male. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue. Colony of Origin: New Noregr [Outer Colony world with notable arctic conditions/ mountainous landscape and heavy native mining industry. Suspected insurrection activity] Genetic markers indicated an unusually high potential for bone/ muscle growth. Special Quality: GIANT
>>6156571Hell yeah, good to see it start.>SVEN-033.
>>6156571>>SVEN-033. Sex: Male. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue. Colony of Origin: New Noregr [Outer Colony world with notable arctic conditions/ mountainous landscape and heavy native mining industry. Suspected insurrection activity] Genetic markers indicated an unusually high potential for bone/ muscle growth. Special Quality: GIANTITS STARTS LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO
>>6156571>SHIKA-108
>>6156571>>SVEN-033Very excited to see this drop.
>>6156571>SVEN-033.Fully intending to do this to the very first Jackal we see.
>>6156571>SVEN-033.BIG BOY! Gonna kick grunts around like footballs.
>>6156593>not a ten foot tall dropkick with the all the impact of an orbital drop pod>not goombah stomping a grunt>not tackling an elite through a wall - twice Big man. HUGE man.
>>6156571>>SVEN-033. Sex: Male. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue. Colony of Origin: New Noregr [Outer Colony world with notable arctic conditions/ mountainous landscape and heavy native mining industry. Suspected insurrection activity] Genetic markers indicated an unusually high potential for bone/ muscle growth. Special Quality: GIANTHooray Spartan Quest Begins!
>>6156571>>NESTA-097. Sex: Female. Hair: Red. Eyes: LT Green. Colony of Origin: Old Camelot [Heavily Populated Colony world, for exceeding safe occupant capacity, far exceeding acceptable crime rate according to CAA Accords, most available landmass occupied by urban sprawl]. Anomalous neural pathways detected. Observers note an uncanny ability by subject to anticipate and detect danger. Special Quality: DANGER SENSE
>>6156571>>SVEN-033. Sex: Male. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue. Colony of Origin: New Noregr [Outer Colony world with notable arctic conditions/ mountainous landscape and heavy native mining industry. Suspected insurrection activity] Genetic markers indicated an unusually high potential for bone/ muscle growth. Special Quality: GIANTHard choices but the idea of manhandling innies and covvies as an even bigger Spartan II sounds fun
>>6156571>NESTA-097. Sex: Female. Hair: Red. Eyes: LT Green. Colony of Origin: Old Camelot [Heavily Populated Colony world, for exceeding safe occupant capacity, far exceeding acceptable crime rate according to CAA Accords, most available landmass occupied by urban sprawl]. Anomalous neural pathways detected. Observers note an uncanny ability by subject to anticipate and detect danger. Special Quality: DANGER SENSE
>>6156571>>SHIKA-108. Sex: Female. Hair: Black. Eyes: Drk Brown. Colony of Origin: Ambition [Low Population, rural outer colony. Temperate Climate, described as Idyllic by visitors and inhabitants]. Initial observations show an uncanny, and seemingly innate ability to go unseen/ unnoticed. Special Quality: GHOST
>>6156571>NESTA-097. Sex: Female. Hair: Red. Eyes: LT Green. Colony of Origin: Old Camelot [Heavily Populated Colony world, for exceeding safe occupant capacity, far exceeding acceptable crime rate according to CAA Accords, most available landmass occupied by urban sprawl]. Anomalous neural pathways detected. Observers note an uncanny ability by subject to anticipate and detect danger. Special Quality: DANGER SENSEHell yeah, here we go.
Hopefully the QM didn't drink too much liquid confidence and crash from the turnout.
>>6156650Oh no, I have a high tolerance for liquid courage. and am positively buzzing with it and excitement by how much of a response this has gotten already! I'm just giving the selection process sometime to breath even if currently Sven is well ahead of the pack and a clear favorite.>>6156593>>6156603>>6156604>>6156624I like the way you think gentleman. Probably going to let the voting period continue for....an hour or two more, maybe less. If you any of you here have any questions, feel free to ask them!
Sven seems like a rad option, but consider the following:If we take tech-wiz, we'll have brains AND brawn, both more than needed. Melee is kool, but there won't be that many opportunities for it compared to ranged engagements, most likely. If we can figure out technology through intrinsic understanding, that would mean we can pilot & reverse engineer Covenant vehicles, as well as find their weaknesses. Eventually we could hack their comms & systems, giving us an edge in the war.>DIMAS-012
>>6156571>NESTA-097. Sex: Female. Hair: Red. Eyes: LT Green. Colony of Origin: Old Camelot [Heavily Populated Colony world, for exceeding safe occupant capacity, far exceeding acceptable crime rate according to CAA Accords, most available landmass occupied by urban sprawl]. Anomalous neural pathways detected. Observers note an uncanny ability by subject to anticipate and detect danger. Special Quality: DANGER SENSEMe love redheads
>>6156660>If you any of you here have any questions, feel free to ask them!Is Nicole-458 in the candidate pool?
>>6156571>>NESTA-097
>>6156677A Spartan named Nicole is, since Bungie did say she was based off a "real" Spartan. But I've taken the liberty of switching around her number, considering 458 is too high considering only 300 candidates were ever selected (And Class 2 never came to fruition in canon), so I gave her the ralph treatment (As he went from 303 to 103)
>>6156571>DIMAS-012I always wanted to have The Knack.
>>6156688Cool, works for me.>>6156692>>6156671Counter point, M68 Gauss and M41 Vulcan stingers. Big guy can haul big guns.
>>6156571>SHIKA-108. Sex: Female. Hair: Black. Eyes: Drk Brown. Colony of Origin: Ambition [Low Population, rural outer colony. Temperate Climate, described as Idyllic by visitors and inhabitants]. Initial observations show an uncanny, and seemingly innate ability to go unseen/ unnoticed. Special Quality: GHOST
>>6156571>NESTA-097
>>6156571>DIMAS-012. Sex: Male. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Grey. Colony of Origin: Crimson Spire [Industrial hub, outer colony world. Pollution far exceeds acceptable indexes in all quantifiable spectrums] Unusual activity within cerebral scans. Reports indicate an unusually swift understanding of the function of any and all technology. Special Quality: TECH-WIZAll the other options are pretty limited, but this one opens up a LOT of potential beyond combat
A Hour and a half has passed. Feel that's a fair compromise between an hour and two. Also it happens to be how long it took me to finish my dinner8 votes for Sven-0334 votes for Shika-1087 votes for Nesta-0973 votes for Dimas Sven-033 has been selected as preferred candidate by majority vote The quantity of votes placed for the other candidates has been record & noted for future reference Now Proceeding...Amusingly. The site thought I was a bot so I had to reformat this post!
>>6156738Technically it's a plurality, not a majority
>>6156742Damn. Well, too late to correct that particular mistake
NiceTime to kick grunts into orbit
>>6156738The new anti-spam measures suck ass.
>>6156738Super. Hopefully we'll get to see the others later, especially Nesta. She'll be a pain in the ass for any Covenant kill team.
>>6156738Was gonna vote Shika but I guess it wouldn't have mattered. Let's go giant viking man.
Excerpt taken from SPARTAN II Program Candidate Record-033 "...While all candidates selected for conscription into the program exceeded the criteria put forward and my own personal expectations, both physically and mentally, Subject-033 stands out even amongst the other specimens in terms of their physical attributes alone. They far exceed the standard height and mass for their age and gender, and surpass the other males in the program by several measures as well. Even a trained physician, at a glance, could mistake their remarkable stature for a case of gigantism. However their proportions and good health proves that despite their unusual rate of growth at only six years of age, that not only do they not suffer that particular condition but they are in fact something far rarer. Whether this is the result of a beneficial genetic fluke that went unnoticed during routine medical examination or undocumented environmental influences from the planet of the origin, will require further investigation..." Altering Perspective 2045 Hours, September 12, 2517 (Military Calendar)/ Outskirts of New Oslo, New Noregr Colony, Norþweġ System You were alone, none of the other boys were brave enough to stay outside as later as you were comfortable, but then again they were smaller than you are, not as strong. And their fathers, unlike yours, had not told them that there was nothing to be afraid of out here at your favorite place. It was a good night, even if it was a little cold. And by the lakeside was the best place to watch the Aurora. Especially when it was snowing and the frost was only beginning to creep and no wind came down from the Fjords.It'd be better with friends to play with. But most boys your age no longer wanted to play with you, which didn't bother you. They just knew like you did that you were the best at all the games, but recently even the older boys had stopped wanting to play or challenge you. They even stopped trying to one up you with trivia or lessons they'd been taught in school before you had, not that those games were much harder. It all seemed so simple.It'd be better if Dad was here, you decide, kicking a stone into the clear waters. But he was busy, always busy, just like mom and all the other grown ups. Down in the quarries far from Home or deep in the mines up in the mountains, places you weren't allowed to go. But sometimes your parents were busy other places, places they sometime brought you to, to meet friends of theirs you didn't recognize from their jobs or when you were picked up from school. Friends who spoke clumsily, like younger children, or with odd pronunciations or odder accents.It didn't take long for you to figure out they weren't from this colony. But how they were your mama and papa's friends still eluded you. That mystery was the one challenge that stuck around, and couldn't be overcome with a little thinking & pondering or with brute strength.Cont
>>6156764You sat down on the gravely shore, tearing your eyes away from the lights in the sky reluctantly as you tried and put together the pieces of the puzzle. You'd spied and taken a few of their thingies, little baubles they wouldn't miss or notice were gone, from both your parents and their strange friends with scars and scary looking eyes and even some tattoos, and hidden them here at your favorite place by the lake. Scrambling towards the rock you had hidden your stolen treasures under, you tucked and dug your fingers under its hard, cold surface and pried it off the ground, smiling as you looked over the cache of clues, imagining you were a detective like your dad's favorite vids.You lifted your head, hearing the gravel shift, and wondering for a moment if the footsteps you heard were made by wolves, like all the smaller boys were scared off. But Dad said there were no wolves on New Noregr, and Dad was never wrong. You blinked, confused as the shadows around you seemed...not right. Some were darker than others.Before you could put together what that meant, something...Someone! Bigger than you, ran up to you and poked something hard and cold into your neck. It hurt. The same way shots did. You blinked, squirming, struggling as the grown up held you the pebbly ground, saying something with an angry voice, the same way your mom cursed at the family car when it stopped working. Blinking wearily, suddenly weary and tired, you realized their was more than one loud, angry voice.And they were speaking English, not Norwegian. Even your parent's weird friends spoke Norwegian in New Oslo. You knew English, and spoke it better than even your own father. But no one spoke English in New Oslo. Or any other language. But your head was fuzzy, and thinking was hard. You felt tired. Needed a nap. But, father's words kept you awake. As did the fact that doctors never put you to sleep right"Little Sven" He said, since you were old enough to understand "You are a bright boy. But too trusting. Never trust men who can't speak our language. Never listen to the off worlders. Especially, if they're well dressed and wearing suites"Blinking away the exhaustion as more figures, grown ups, emerged from the night and surrounded you as the first took his knee off of your back. All of them wearing suits too fine to be found in New Oslo, or anywhere on The colony. You didn't understand, but you knew these were bad men and through the weakening haze of tiredness, you realized with a surge of panic, they were trying to take you away. To kidnap you. Mama always warned you about strangers like this. You willed yourself to move, and felt one of your fingers twitch despite the heaviness pressing down on your whole body and the cotton in your head.Cont
>>6156766"Are we sure this is the right kid? Look at the size of them!""They match the description in our database. Must've had another growth spurt""He nearly kicked me off when I tackled him, that isn't normal, nothing about this brat is""Wait, you administered all of the anesthesia right? I think I just saw the candidate move""You're imagining things, its dark, we're tired, the locals haven't been...""Grrrrrgngh" You grunt, as you, remembering which muscles connect to where from a class you sat in for much older boys sometime ago, will your stiff and tired body to move, and it does. Through the haze of sleepiness, you push yourself off the ground, the world wobbling and blurring, but growing clearer than it was when you were first pushed down. "Press the plunger down again, you didn't inject all of the.." A shrill, woman's voice cried out as the man nearest to you, the one who pushed you down, steps back and reaches at something for his hip. The place where you father kept his gun, in case of emergencies he said. Though what that meant, you still didn't know. His weird friends, also carried guns that same place."Its empty!" He yelled back, eyes so wide you could see their whites even in the dark "I'm sure it was empty, how is that kid still up""Holy shit" Another man, larger said, chuckling "Seems this one's already a freak of nature, even before our resident Frankenstein gets her hands on her. The recent growth spurt must've altered the necessary dosage. Easy their big guy, just calm down and let your uncles and aunties"You lip lifted in a silent growl. The only people you called uncle and auntie where your father and mother's drinking friends. And these weren't them. But even with that odd flare of anger, and being back on your feet, you were still so very, sleepy. But, the knowing what was happening, and the danger these strangers posed, kept you fighting off unconsciousness. For how long, you weren't sure, and that scared you more than they did.But father's voice rang in your ear"Never go down without a fight. You are big for you age, Little Sven, and that means other boys will pick on you, gang up on you. Never surrender, without throwing at least one punch. Always fight back against the bullies"They just looked like any other bully to you right now>But you are so....very...sleepy...(Pass out)>And there wasn't a bully in New Oslo you couldn't pound into the sand! (Try to fight back and run away. DC 14)>But big as you were, you were too smart to think you could beat up four adults on your own (Try to run away, by lake or forest. DC 12)>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)>>6156752Oh you will, don't worry. The other three are still in the program after all
>>6156767>But big as you were, you were too smart to think you could beat up four adults on your own (Try to run away, by lake or forest. DC 12)I'm guessing this is a sort of character creation light? Actions we take here and in training will ultimately decide our future Spartan? If so, fit/lit Sven.
>>6156767>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)
>>6156767>But big as you were, you were too smart to think you could beat up four adults on your own (Try to run away, by lake or forest. DC 12)
>>6156767>>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)I'm BALLSY, I'm a STUD, I don't have to submit to ONI spooks, like YOU
>>6156767>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)Pa and ma didn't raise a bitch.
>>6156767>And there wasn't a bully in New Oslo you couldn't pound into the sand! (Try to fight back and run away. DC 14)SMASH
>>6156767>>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)
>>6156767Was going to pick fight and go ounga bunga on these guys, but then I say this post>>6156777Fuck it, let's go full Schwarzenegger on these fools>>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)
Rapidly getting tired, but I think I have one more good update in me tonight. Especially since this is the first roll of the quest3 votes for trying to run6 votes for going for one of their guns1 vote for trying to fight back to run Decision made Please roll 1d20, no modifiers positive or negative, DC 16. Best of three >>6156777lol
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6156764>Whether this is the result of a beneficial genetic fluke that went unnoticed during routine medical examination or undocumented environmental influences from the planet of the origin, will require further investigationIt's obviously Forerunners 10D chess.>>6156801Lets do this.
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>6156801Let's see what our luck looks like
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>6156801>>6156803Damn you autofill
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>6156801Kill glowies
>>6156804>>6156805>>6156802Can't even get above 10 lel.
>>6156767>>And you'd seen your father practice his shooting before...didn't look to hard (Go for one of their guns. DC 16)The spooks aint getting us without fight!
>>6156802>>6156804>>6156805Unfortunate. That's six below the target number. But no sweat, Sven is still an untrained six year old after all, even if he is one big fucking six year old Proceeding...
The lights in the sky were so bright, and what your kidnappers were saying became muffled. Forcing the fireside lessons of your father to the front of your thoughts, just to stay awake. Faintly recalling one particular lesson, taught by his rough hands rather than his gentle voice. Big as you were for your age, you were still just a boy, and boys couldn't beat grown ups in a fight. A fair fight. You'd misbehaved, bullied a smaller boy for his fastelavnsbolle, hit him, hit him hard and threw him to the ground. Pa was furious, and most of all disappointed, and taught you the price of being a bully Memories flood in, thoughts swim, the ground becomes unsteady beneath your feet. "Behold Sven" You can smell the liquor on the distant memories breath "The great equalizer! Even the tiniest, meekest of mice can fight back against the fiercest, biggest eagle with this! Mankind's greatest creation, the firearm!""Snori!" Your father, from a different time shouts, as the figures surrounding you become less real than the dreamlike memories dancing in your head, like the sparks and flare of the stars so far above your head "Center of mass! Always aim center of mass! Again. Try again!"Blinking, the reality before you, the kidnappers, the strangers, who stretched up and seem to grow tall along with their shadows beneath the aurora's light, comes back into focus. The gun. You see the gun. Holstered like a cowboy's/ Like your fathers"Why do I train the older boys of Oslo, teach them how to shoot? Why, I'm preparing them for Ragnarök, Little Sven. If all goes well, you will not need to be taught what I am teaching them" A distant, worried father mutters on the wind as the ground suddenly looks so very far away, or have you grown as tall as mountain. The gun. Need the gun."Calm down, just stand still and will..." A voice that is not your father's coos, as you, with great effort and straining stumble forward as a numbness slowly crawls from the base of your neck down your spine, spreading out and spilling across your back like warm milk"He's going for your sidearm!" Another, distant, muffled voice calls out as you reach out and grasp, feeling cold metal against your fingers, as the feet you dragged forward slip out from beneath you on the snow wetted pebbles. Lurching and tumbling forward, big hands grab hold of your wrist as you hold onto the pistol in your hand with a vice grip. It feels foreign,like an alien device ,even though you've been around guns for as long as you can remember."Spunky little brat! You actually tried to take it!" A distant voice, rumbles like thunder above you as you the milk warm warmth wraps around you, colors, all the colors of the northern lights dancing in front of your eyes as something pries at and pulls back your fingers. Darkness creeps in around the edge of your vision, as a tall shadow falls over you, laughter booming like a storm in your ears. Is that Thor? Mom always has the best stories of Thor and his adventures
>>6156826"He won't let go! What's with that grip strength? Are we sure he's six years old? Maybe the data was falsified somehow""Just get his fingers away from the trigger. That... the fact he was able to resist the anesthesia for so long is incredible""Don't talk about it, just put it in the report. We don't have anytime to waste with gossip. We're lucky he didn't manage to get a shot off...apply additional anesthesia, he's still conscious, don't need him calling for help""Help me lift him to his feet...before any of the locals out night fishing notice us..."And then, you heard no more and drifted off to dreamless sleep Altering Perspective Optional objective conditions met. Troublemaker. Unlock conditions: Resist, fight back, try to escape, don't play nice with others, break protocols, disrupt lessons can be accepted now or refused or accepted later if conditions are once again met If accepted now, effects on Sven-033 will be: Sven's behavior will become more surly and rebellious, leading to greater punishments/ higher security Effects will change as the objective is progressed Accept Objective: Troublemaker? >Yes>NoActually I lied, I think I can fit in one more update before going to bed!
>>6156828>>YesHe ain't no BITCH
>>6156828>>YesExist for Spite!
>>6156828>YesI want to fight glowies, but I certainly don't want to hurt the other kids.
>>6156828>Yes
>>6156828>>YesMy father told me to be an ABSOLUTE UNIT on the battlefield. And the battlefield in question is life.I'm reasonably certain had they not got him with the initial injection our Lad could have probably folded at least one of these operators like a lawn chair. Jesus Christ, how horrifying.
>>6156828>YesRebel Spartan Quest is baller.
>>6156845>Innie simpew.
Well that is a pretty clear consensus! Sub Objective: Troublemaker has been accepted. Current stage/points towards completion. 1 out of ? Proceeding...
>>6156828>>Yes
Excerpt from Dr Halsey's personal journal, concerning the difficulties in procuring some of the subjects of the SPARTAN 2 Program "The increased chemical tolerance exhibited by the body Candidate-033 should've have been taken into account, it was a failure on the part of Retrieval Team Zeta, who by all accounts should have been aware and prepared for the projected body mass increase of the candidate at the time of his retrieval. However, incompetence does not entirely account for the subjects resistance to Anesthetics. The exact dosage to render 033 unconscious and immobile, will be found during their cryo transportation. However, their case was the least of hiccups compared to the blunders and failures on the parts of the other retrieval teams, who nearly lost Candidate-087 in the case of Retrieval Team Gamma, Candidate-108 & Candidate-097 in the case of Retrieval Team Kappa and their failure to retrieve Candidate-095 by the same, whom these supposedly professional operatives had the gal to blame on fantasies such as "Precognition" and "Sixth Senses"..." Altering Perspective 2300 Hours, September 23, 2517 (Military Calendar)/ Epislon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, Planet Reach You hated it here, wherever here was, you wanted to go home but didn't know where home was. You knew you'd been asleep for a long time, and were still groggy and tired, barely able to form real thoughts in your head. But you had enough energy, were awake enough, to remember what happened. What was done to you. What was done to ninety nine other children. And you knew there were that many others, you had counted them all, twice since your head cleared enough for you to think about anything besides how angry you were and how awful being here was. Wherever here was. The others were in deeper shock, the smaller children, who seemed to all be around your age.They hadn't been prepared to be taken, hadn't been warned and frightened to bed about just this happening. Which you could hardly believe, you just thought your parents disliked being bullied, like you yourself hated, but now it dawns on you their fears and distrust of strangers came from somewhere. UNSC. It was written on the uniforms of the men with eyes like your parents friends from somewhere else than New Oslo, and after thinking back, you remember hearing that word spat like a curse from your father's mouth. Often. It was obvious these weren't criminals, but military men and women. But why had they taken you? And so many other children? That question burned in your belly like a lit coal.You glared at the men and women in camouflage uniforms, who caroled you and the littler boys and girls like sheep, with silver batons in their hands. Batons that produced a current and shocked and hurt when they hit you with them. And only you. Cont
>>6156868None of the others had raised their voices, or demanded answers or tried to push their way out of wherever this concrete room was. But you had, and you were hit for it. The shocks didn't hurt so badly, but the strikes did, and then they made their shock prods' shock more intense. You hated it here.And saw now way out of wherever here was. You were head and shoulders taller than the other ninety nine kids trapped here with you, and even if they were all your size and as strong as you were, it wouldn't be enough to beat the same number of grown ups. Grown ups with mean looks and strong arms and no pity or remorse. What kind of adult hit a boy just because he asked a question. It was infuriating. And worse, since you woke up and made a scene, you had two of them at your side at all times, while everyone else had one. And none of the other kids made some much as a peep, you'd been used as an example to show what would happen if they didn't follow orders and do exactly what they were told. Bullies didn't fight unless they had to, even if they were soldiers, and with the demonstration of their shock prods fresh in the memories of the other, you doubted any of them would breathe if they told them to stop.It made you angry, so very very angry, and you hated it. It felt terrible. Gross. Slouching your shoulders, the man on your left powered on his baton, the sparks of electricity flying making you stiffen your back. You had no idea how long you'd be standing here, if you'd be here for ever, or what they were making you wait for. And the clothes they'd put you and all the other kidnapped children in were awful and uncomfortable. You wanted to go home. You wanted your parents. You wanted to be anywhere but here and with anyone but the two baton wielding bullies boxing you in.But you could nothing but stand and stew in these thoughts and the anger they stoked and fanned. Eventually, one of the older looking soldiers brought a hand up to their ear and said "Aye aye"And then, in four lines, you were lead out of the room you'd been stuffed into with so many other confused children, and made to march into some kind of small stadium, with stone seats like the ones in the sports field back home. Spotlights hung from the ceiling. They burned your eyes and made them water, but you weren't crying. You weren't. New Oslo men didn't cry, even when they were boys. Father said so. and father never lied. He'd come for you. You knew it, because he never lied and he said he'd keep you safe from anything. Right?You were forced to sit down between a girl with blonde hair like yours, but shorter. And blue eyes like yours, but darker. And a boy who seemed just as upset and angry as you were, but hadn't been shocked, because he didn't speak when the guards wanted silence.Cont
>>6156869In the center of the theater, was a woman, younger than your mother, but dressed like a doctor and looking like she thought she was smarter than everyone in the room, even the other grownups. And a soldier with very scary looking eyes and a stern looking face with a beard, and hair that was greying like your grandpa's. And AI's hologram, that was by far the most human looking and tender seeming of the trio, she at least smiled at you and the other children. It? She? looked like the pictures of greek goddesses, and held a stone tablet in her hands. The AI caught you staring and winked a smile your way. It did nothing to make you feel better, less angry, less lost.The Lady in the Labcoat cleared her throat and stepped forward "As Per Naval Code 45812, you are hereby conscripted into the UNSC Special Project, Codenamed SPARTAN-II".She paused, as if she expected you to know what that meant, what any of that meant. And not knowing what it meant just made you madder. A few of the less bright kids tried to stand, as if they'd be allowed to refuse, to leave. And were forced down. The batons of the guards assigned to you crackled and you forced yourself not to flinch, even as your hairs stood on end and your hands became clammy and cold.The Doctor, or whatever she was, looked thoughtful for a moment, then took another step closer"You have been called upon to serve" She said slowly, like you weren't smart enough to figure out what she had said had meant if you were given a bit of time, she might be right about the other kids, but you're sure you'd have figured it out if she'd just given you time. Especially the ones who perked up and looked curious or even excited "You will be trained" Another pause, no one paused that much unless they didn't know what to say next, every teacher you met paused just like that when they couldn't answer your questions or you answered there's too quickly "You will become the best we can make of you. You will be protectors of Earth and All her colonies"Your stomach twisted into knots, that wasn't true. It could be. Even if it sounded like something super heroes would do, these weren't good people. They'd hurt you, taken you and dozens of other, little, probably dumber kids than you from their homes. From their parents. Pushing down the sense of wonder, you frowned as you saw some of the kids, who you were not certain weren't as smart as you were, sit up straight, now paying attention, not as afraid as if being made into some kind of superhero would make up for what had happened and make it forgivable.But, at least the girl and boy next to you weren't buying it. The girl looked nearly as angry as you were, but the other boy looked bored, sharp eyes darting, looking, searching for something.Cont
>>6156870"This will be hard to understand, but you cannot return to your parents" She said, and only then did the slower kids catch up to what you'd realized from the start, you were being kept here by force, trapped here. Wherever here was But what she said next nearly made you earn yourself another painful, body spasming shock"This Place will become your home. Your fellow trainees will become your family now..."Whatever she said next, you didn't hear. It was like your ears became filled with radio static, and all you could do was grind your teeth to stop yourself from standing up, or doing anything but tremble with rage. They weren't your family. Your family was your father and your mother, Einar and Ingrid Askeland! Not these kids who were all strangers to you. Who couldn't speak your native language. You fumed, and clenched your hands into fists, as it felt like the anger inside you rumbled like thunder.You came to your sense, when one of the guards assigned to grabbed your shoulder and pulled."...escorted to the barracks" The woman in the labcoat said "Feed them and put them to bed""Yes Ma'am!" The soldier with grey hair replied with a crisp salute, before shouting "Fall out!"Whatever she or he had said before that, you hadn't heard. And once more, you were ushered along, powerlessYour lip tremble, but not with fear or sadness, but just because you couldn't do anything but tremble in your rising anger. But it was changed now, unlike any kind of anger you've felt before. Like it cooled. You could think clearer. And as you counted, almost by reflex, the heads of the ninety nine other abductees. You remembered how hard it was for teachers back home to keep track of half that number of kids. They wouldn't notice one was missing out of a hundred quickly. And so, you began to form a planThat night. After you were fed food that was tasteless and bland compared to cooking from home, and were put to bed in military styled quarters with uncomfortable bunk beds and rough blankets and pillows. And when the sobs and hushed conversations a few of the other kids made turned to snores and soft breathing, you made your move, and creeping ever so slowly pulled yourself out of the bed, careful not to make it creak as you pulled your...larger than average body off of it.But, just as you were plotting the finer points of your daring escape, you noticed that boy from earlier was also up, and moving towards the door, unaware of your presence. And that you both had the same idea. So you followed him, figuring if he was smart enough to want to escape, he must have a plan, maybe a better one that the one you hadn't come up with yet. Maybe together, the two of you could get out of here! if you put your heads together. Cont
>>6156871>On second thought, you don't want to think about what will happen if you try to escape, if just speaking out of turn gets you hit and shocked(Go back to bed)>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when the going gets toughed, bowl him over and use him as a distraction (DC 10)>...Maybe they'll give you better food and tell you why they took you, if you stop the other boy from trying to run away...(Restrain the other trainee. DC 5)>Write in optionOkay, now I'm stopping today for real. Unless something comes up tomorrow, I'll try and get at least one update out tomorrow and hopefully write more than that. If I'm unable for whatever reason to write even one update, I'll you guys. Unless I can't reach my computer/ phoneHope you're enjoying this so far, I'm really having fun writing it, more fun than I expected.Also, If you can guess who the two trainees who were sat by Sven are, you get an imaginary cookie
>>6156872>>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)We're big, he's not. He simply has a better chance of evading and blending in wherever he goes. It's purely pragmatic. If he can get out he might be able to get help for the rest of us. Besides, I really want to headbutt one of these thugs in uniform.This shit is fuckin rad already man.
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)It's time to be the hero we want to be.
>>6156877also r.i.p nesta. I hoped that she and the other ones we didn't pick would be on our team.
>>6156878They're in the program. Caleb-095 is the one who got away, as in canon. Nesta and Shika nearly weren't collected, which is why they were mentioned alongside Kelly-087, who also nearly got away in canon. Sorry if that was unclear in the excerpt. But Dimas was the only one to not give the Spooks some sort of trouble amongst the four PC choices
>6156872>>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)What >>6156876 said, the smaller kid would have a better chance of evading the glowies, plus, our daddy didn't raise us to be a rat or a bully.I'm really enjoying this. You're really capturing the feel of the early chapters of the Fall of Reach novel.>GuessDaisy-023 and Ralph-103?
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)It doesn’t matter if we succeed or not, what matters is that we tried and we tried the noble way.
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)Ma and pa didn't raise a fucking rat.
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)
I wonder what codename/nickname we'll wind up having. The obvious one is Fenrir, the gigantic wolf of Ragnarok, chained beast, bringer of strife. But I can't recall if that one is taken already. Also>>6156888check'd
>>6156889There's a Fireteam Fenrir, I think. But they're """Spartan""" IV, so they don't exist yet.I curious if we'll be on Reach when the Fall of Reach happen.
>>6156890>But they're """Spartan""" IV, so they don't exist yet.I'll just assume they never exist period kekFor the Covenant's sake they better hope we aren't. And my heart's sake, too.
>>6156889Fenrir would be a sick namealso what?
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)i like how you are making it, that time preparing the quest was well spent by you.>>6156895the three 8 o
>>6156897*on your post>>6156702i wonder how much strong and tall he'll end being, he is still growing + becoming a Spartan II ? Can definitely carry around a big gun and the ammo for it.
>>6156895The glorious pastime of checking digits. Dubs are neat, trips are cool, quads are rad, quints are awesome, anything higher is sick. Hunting for these sacred numerals is naturally verboten, but acquiring them through honest means brings great glory. So sayeth the oldfags.
>>6156898I can only imagine since most Spartan-II's get up around seven feet and since Sven is already probably pushing five feet that he'll wind up around eight or nine feet. Which would put him eye level with the biggest Elites. Or if we're being very generous and saying Sven will hit ten feet with change, he'd be almost as tall as a Hunter. Right about brow-to-"chin" with them. Though, frankly if Sven does have a form of benign going on beneficial bodily hypertrophy he'd probably make it to eight feet naturally. So who knows exactly how big he'll be. No matter what, he will NEVER be able to buy shoes at a supermarket and the armorers are going to absolutely despise having to make things for him.
>>6156899I will remember this.
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)If the handler here think we're just gonna take this lying down, they must be as dumb as the team sent to pick us up back home.
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)Get out Caleb
>>6156872>>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)
>>6156905>most Spartan-II's get up around seven feetIsn't that only while they're in their power armor? But yeah, we might even grow to be taller than Jorge if we actually pass our training and not "accidentally" kill a guard/trainer.
>>6156872>>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when the going gets toughed, bowl him over and use him as a distraction (DC 10)
>>6156925I thought the original suits only gave a few inches of extra height. I could be wrong. I'm probably wrong. Or maybe I'm just Mandela effecting myself because I refuse to believe I am anywhere near hickey-height to a Spartan kekI do love Jorge's armor. Makes me think of construction vehicles. All the yellows and oranges. Doesn't hurt that he's built like an actual dumptruck.Hey hold on, we wouldn't kill nobody. They'd just be missing in action. Extended vacation paid for by the state, so generous. Don't ask about them.
a suggestion if our boy is ever about to be broken by the stick of oppressors he'll start singing:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddm6qWILZyMor at least attempt to/sing parts of it.I think it seems to be a fitting song since it's about a king being attacked 6 to 1 by invaders and winning against them. The king was also known as "The Good" so some Innie propaganda (They were right on some points, but the terrorism is overkill to put it lightly)Of course all of this happens if we cannot escape and get far away enough.Also suggestion for names:-Berserkr-Thor-Þrymr (old norse giant name meaning uproar and is also the madlad who stole Thor's hammer)-Jötunn (Giant)That's all I got at the moment.
I think Ymir could be a good nickname
>>6156872>>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when it comes down to it, give up your own chance at freedom so he can have a better shot at it (DC 15)>>6156905Ten is way too tall, even for big Spartan 2. I'm guessing we'll match out with Kurt and Sam (If he survives) at around 8 at most.>>6156925George IIRC is the shortest of the big 3. Sam died before he could hit his full height, Kurt's 8'2 in armor, and George is 8 flat in armor. Also, nothing wrong with killing or maiming the guards. Happened occasionally in TFoR, didn't disqualify anyone.
>>6156932well, John is 6'10 out of armour and 7'2" with it on. so the boots and helmet add about 4 inches.
>>6156979So Sven will actually be as big as that scene walking past palmer after Halo 4? Cause in that scene they apparently had made chief too big by accident.
>>6156872>If you can guess who the two trainees who were sat by Sven are, you get an imaginary cookieJerome's the first that comes to mind for the boy, and the way you describe the girl makes me think of Daisy or Naomi.
>>6156925You think they'd get rid of such an expensive investment just because a handler ate shit? We definitely have enough leeway to get away with one "accident".
>>6156934I do actually quite like "Thrymyr" as a codename. I think it fits given the rebellious nature we're cultivating right now, if nothing else.
>>6156872>Make an escape attempt with the other boy, but when the going gets toughed, bowl him over and use him as a distraction (DC 10)Glad to see this quest is finally up and going.
>>6156934>>6156936Vafthrudnir would be pretty neat. Not only was he strong, he was smart. Though that is a mouthful of a name. Though Vali might be apt, born to kill and prophecized to survive Ragnarok. If you want to go based off of the meaning of names, Heidrek and Alvaldi are cool. Though if these are nicknames given by the other children or adults here, I can't imagine they'll get too deep about it. If Sven gives it to himself though as some sort of weird coping mechanism, then hey, sky's the limit.>>6156978>Ten is way too tall, even for big Spartan 2I mean if Sven is destined to be HUGE already, it's not unreasonable that the super soldier super juice would make him even more super huge. Or it could have the opposite effect and curtail his growth. I dunno. I do know, however, that even in real life enough people make it to 7+ feet tall naturally to play sportsball in a league, with people in it being six and a half feet or less looking like children. So. I guess it really depends on exactly what the Spartan program does to people genetically. If it tries to standardize their heights and general body mass then yeah, being over 8 feet would be unreal. But if it just promotes bone and muscle growth then Sven getting outrageously fuckhuge would definitely be in the cards. Alls I know is, there are some really big people out in the world. Yao Ming for example is 7'6" and the tallest man in the world was just shy of 9 feet and he was suffering from gigantism. I'm just trapped between the snippets of information we have and trying to match it with the arcane science of future tech child-abuse which I really don't have a grasp on.I am clearly overexcited. >>6157004I am sure the eugenicist gribblies of Halsey are SOAKED at the idea of Sven's genes.
>>6157042>I am clearly overexcited.Nonsense. Half of any good Halo quest is talking about Halo and the bullshit you can pull with stuff in setting. Like how in Wolfpack we managed to convince some big wig engineers to make us guided MAC rounds with nuclear payloads.That being said, outside of QM fiat, I wouldn't expect Sven to massively exceed the other giant Spartans like Sam who was also unreasonably tall and strong for his age. Certainly has a chance to be the biggest though.
>>6157049>make us guided MAC rounds with nuclear payloads.Maybe if they give it an autoloader it will finally be enuff dakka. >I wouldn't expect Sven to massively exceed the other giant Spartans>tfw no dunking on inferior sangeili ballers, hitting them with that jordan pose
>>6157055>tfw no dunking on inferior sangeili ballersWe'll be as tall as Kurt, George, and Sam at least. Which means as tall or slightly taller than an average Elite. And dick kicking kicking height for Brutes.
>>6157058I'm more than happy with being in the same realm as the big men of the Spartan II class, but I personally want to outdo them all in terms of sheer MASS.We'll look like a baby Brute outside of our government sponsored tin can, I swear by it.
>>6157060Won't need breaching equipment with Sven around. Wonder if Halsey would mind if we asked for more growth supplements.
>>6157072>Wonder if Halsey would mind if we asked for more growth supplements.See, if Halsey doesn't care to give Svenn his own meal plan, he's probably gonna get a double dose of HGH anyways just from the fact that he's gonna be eating twice as much as the other trainees.
Detoxification protocols complete Rebooting...Monitor 404TormentedCache back online Happy to hear you're all enjoying this so far, I was so worried I'd fuck something up since its my first time QMing.I'm sure Einar's heart would swell for the moral strength and character his little Sven is about to display, considering all thirteen votes are for self sacrificing so the other boy has a better chance. Impressive Decision Made Please roll 1d20. DC 15. Best of three >>6156882>>6156997You both get half an imaginary cookie. And were close to getting a whole one.>>6156889>>6156895>>6156936>>6157007>>6157042And I am loving all of these nickname/ call sign suggestions, very on brand.>>6156934And that includes your suggestions to. Listening to that song makes me imagine, not only the scenario you put forward but Spartan Sven singing during ground action against the Covies, while covering civilian evacuation shuttlesAlso it made me think of the song Herr Mannelig. And all the discussion about just how BIG our boy is going to get keeps making me think about Broly going "I am starting small" from DBZ abridged
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>6157074Is it the same half of an imaginary cookie? Because I don't like sharing food.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6157074
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Rolled 20 (1d20)>>6157074Also thought about Herr ManneligIn our current case the oppressors are the UNSC. (may change with the AYYY's arriving.)
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>6157074I like dice rolling :)
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>>6157079Lmao>>6157081Fucking. GG, nice roll.>In our current case the oppressors are the UNSC. (may change with the AYYY's arriving.)Will. Humanity divided is the dumbest shit the innies did during the war. All humans are tagged and trackable with forerunner scanners. The whole reason why Harvest was such a big deal was because the Brute's limary basically told them it was an arsenal world packed full of Forerunner tech.
>>6157081CAN'T HOLD ME YOU SPOOKS!
>>6157084>WillI agree. Does not mean we will be a full on bootlicker. We can of course focus on the AYYY's while still asking for self rule or better representation.
>>6157089>Does not mean we will be a full on bootlicker.Naw, we're gonna be the boot. Not the licker. Especially before the Covenant make themselves known. Plenty of innies to get their teeth kicked in.
>>6157073>You gonna finish that?>It.... it's protein powder.>Cool I'll take it.>>6157081
>>6157073Make it maybe on the way too 3. a body is 3 dimensional.>>6157092Of course fuck the ones who betray humanity and sell it out for their own gain, but the ones with sensible grudges I think Sven would have a problem with stomping on since he had someInnie influence from his early upbringing.
>>6157081 Warning! Warning! General Warning in place! Preferred Candidate has achieved a critical success! And its 5 higher than the target number. One or more of the programs handlers are about to have a very bad night. Proceeding...
>>6157082Not a bad roll.Just a few seconds late my friend.
>>6157102>local spook ragdolled by a six year oldlmao
>>6157102>>6157107>"Hey, a couple of the specimens got out. Ah well they're just kids, you grab the one on the left. C'mere kiddo it's bed ti- MY BONES AAAIIIIEEEE"
>>6157109TOP KEK
So with our enhanced mass, I take it we'll be able to carry extra armor plating, ammo, equipment, longarms, sidearms, melee weapons, 'nades, heavier guns, & maybe even a larger shield generator. Personally I'm partial toward an extra shields + brace-of-pistols + grenadier build.
>>6157102>>6157107>>6157109Not so strong and powerful without the Anesthetic syringes are you ya bullies?
>>6157123>extra armor plating>larger shield generator>Sven uses his impressive bulk to become the undisputed king of all tanks as he shrugs off damage that would kill ten ordinary Spartans>all to save his tiny teammatesKino path
>>6157123If you're talking about when we get MJOLNIR then any weight considerations are pretty irrelevant. Before then, yeah, we can pack way more shit than most others. >>6157098Absolutely, there's some sympathetic rebel causes but a great deal many, especially during the war, were usurped by megalomaniacs and shitbags. That being said, even for the more violent groups, maybe the UNSC went too far with Far Isle.
>>6157123>tfw we have a redundant shield generator added>tfw they have to pop two shields in quick succession to actually put hurt on Sven>tfw they have to do that with a mac-truck-sized man sprinting at them with malicious intentMaybe we should put a prong or spike or other such slight protrusion onto one of our shoulder pads. The only thing more dangerous to be in front of than a runaway train is a runaway train with a ram bolted on the nose. I think a snub-nosed or shortened autoshotgun as a sidearm would be rad. Bonus points for being paired with a heavy rifle for when we need to reach out and touch things.
>>6157131Nah. that spike idea is dumb. We won't be piercing armor with that. extra armor plating is where it is at.>>6157130>Nuking a rebelling civie world.Gee you think they went too far? (This is the kind of shit that makes people want to rebel and kinda shows you're an uncaring overlord.)
>>6157136>(This is the kind of shit that makes people want to rebel and kinda shows you're an uncaring overlord.)Yeah but that's the fun part, the UNSC sucks. Revel in it. Moral waxing is for the end of the H-C war when all of our friends and most of the human population are dead.
>>6157131As a pump shotgun truther, I say we specialize in that when the time comes. With the wide variety of cartridges/shells available, we could handle just about anything at any range.Bonus points if we spec for speed loading and ammo capacity to complement it.
>>6157136>We won't be piercing armor with thatThe idea isn't to pierce armor so much as to collapse it. Think about what a mace does to a plate cuirass. Bends the thing inwards. Any sort of bump or protrusion does it, all about giving a focus point for all the energy of an impact. It increases the efficiency of kinetic transfer. >Gee you think they went too far? There are two methods of thought, either you go all the way or you don't go at all. They should have totally vaporized the planet. That would teach everyone a lesson. A great leader from a long long time ago taught me that. t. a really dumb UNSC glowie>>6157141I like pump shotguns as much as the next guy, but slamfire will never be as accurate as an autoshotgun even if it can match or briefly exceed the rate of fire. Also the magazine size is really nice. Still need to have that manual feeding function tho, fuck any kind of shotgun you can't pop a specific shell into the chamber at any time.
>>6157147>the idea isn't to pierce armor so much as to collapse it.The word you're looking for is 'crushing.'>They should have totally vaporized the planet.Based. No man, no problem. Thanks Stalin.
>>6157136>(This is the kind of shit that makes people want to rebel and kinda shows you're an uncaring overlord.)Space is vast and uncaring. It's only natural that an interstellar government should be just as uncaring in the face of the void. Though for some reason I am reminded of the expanse's quote: "Earth must come first."Anyway, memes aside, they don't care, that's the fun part of UNSC. It's kind of a more serious take on the starship troopers government, that most people don't even notice when they just play the original trilogy, way back.
>>6157148>The word you're looking for is 'crushing.'Well I was leaning less towards "hydraulic press" and more toward "OceanGate Titan". Though I suppose this is more a question of interpretation of language than anything. Semantics, to put it plainly.
>>6157147Okay, good points, I concede that an automatic shotgun would probably be the more optimal choice. That said, you'd need to scale it up to 8 gauge if you really want to make the most of giving it to a Spartan.
>>6157153You're the one who used the mace analogy. Maces don't pierce armor, they crush it. Blunt weapons are good at that. You described the act of crushing rather than piercing.>>6157155Bulldog looks like ass. I'd rather some fanfic shit from devient art is pulled than that or the sidekick.
>>6157156I know, but at the same time it's the only automatic shotgun that's really featured in the setting. I'd photobash a chopped up M90 instead, but I'm tired as fuck and don't even know where to begin trying to mangle that into something like an auto-shotty.
>>6157157It's also not automatic, it still has a pump action.
>>6157160It's been a while since I dropped Infinite, so I completely forgot about that. Fucking 343 and their dumbass design ideas...
>>6157161Yep. They couldn't even go far enough in the design change to make it worth while. In game it's just a straight downgrade to the M90/M45 pump shotguns from the original trilogy and Reach. IIRC it's also chambered in12GA and not 8GA which is some real dumb shit considering it only has 7 rounds in the drum while the M90 has 12 in the tube.
>>6157155Thinking about it, Spartans could probably manage an automatic 6 bore. Which is making my shoulder, rib cage and spine hurt just thinking about. >>6157156>You described the act of crushing rather than piercing.Which is why I didn't say to pierce it kek>Bulldog looks like ass.If the nose wasn't so blocky it'd be alright. The whole muzzle is just ugly though. Give it a nice even profile instead of that silly swelling flash hider look and it'd be better. It does look like they took the worst aesthetics from several shotguns and mashed them together though, yeah. Also the revolving cylinder will always look goofy on shotguns. Even the classic ones from the wild west period and they still had a nice aesthetic.
>>6157162I really don't understand any of the changes they made to the sandbox in Infinite. Everything is just either change for the sake of change or arguably inferior to whatever it replaced...except the sidekick. I actually quite liked that ugly little brick, felt like an upgraded version of the M6C in practice.
Naturally, you change your gait and think about how you lower your soles and your heels when you stalk after the smaller boy. Dad called it cat stepping."A cat's footstep is synonymous with silence, my boy, something you cannot grasp. Its why it was used in the forging of Fenrir's bindings" He told you on one earlier morning walk through the forests just outside of your family's cabin outside of New Oslo "Put your heel down first, slowly, then roll your feet forward and bring your toes to the ground. Get accustomed to it first, son, then, let us race to the lake, see who can get their fastest and quietest"Even though the other boy had a head start and was walking faster at first, your longer stride and ease of walking in cat step quickly lets you catch up. He doesn't notice you're looming behind him, even though you're crouching just as low as he is, as both of you peer out of the cinderblock barracks and out at the moonlit military yard. There are guards, the same camouflage wearing bullies from earlier that night, patrolling and walking with flashlights and green glowing goggles on their heads. Some of them have what looks like hunting rifles. Gulping to control your nerves, the sound finally alerts you fellow jailbreaker that you're behind him. He jumps and almost gasps before you clasp a face covering hand over his mouth"Shh" You hush, a finger in front of your lips "I'm trying to escape to. Thought we'd have a better chance of getting away, if we work together"He blinks once and nods, eyes glancing down at your hand."Sorry" You whisper, taking your hand off of his face, as you try to get lower to the ground, which means kneeling and nearly getting down on your hands as well "Do you have a plan?""We're in a military compound. Don't have any idea where, but I think if we can get to the fence, somewhere over there" He says, lifting a hand up and motioning to something in the darkness. You'd always liked walking without light at night, except for that of New Noregr's moon and the stars it shared the sky with. The night sky here was violet, and you could see no moon, but plenty of lights in the distance. A city? Or just more UNSC forts?"It'll be a long run. And they have watchtowers and cameras everywhere" You say, hushing your breath as you creep closer, squinting your eyes"Did you see them when we were marched over here" Your new comrade asks quietly, practically climbing over your back to try and see what you're seeing"No, there's just enough light to see them from here" You whisper even more quietly "They're everywhere near the fences, I don't think they have many blindspots""That's incredible. Hey you're pretty light on your feet for how big you are" The other boy says as the two of you, seeing a guard on patrol nearing, run quickly behind another building's cinderblock walls. Cont
>>6157170You catch your breath, heart pounding as the guard looks right in your direction, then shines a flashlight into the barracks the two of you'd just snuck out of. Luckily, you'd made sure to bunch up your blankets and pillows so it'd look like you were still sleeping if they happened to check. Hopefully your knew friend did the same."My name's Jai" He says quietly as the two of you take turns peeking around the corners, and acting as guard dogs while the other tries to figure out where the cameras can actually see "If we're getting out of here together, only fair we know what to call eachother""Sven" You mutter, brow wrinkling as you wonder why introductions couldn't wait until you were home free "Ah, the cameras move, not often, but see, that one over there is swiveling""Think that Ai is looking through them?" Jai asks "And glad to have met you Sven""Same" You whisper back "And she has to be, AI's think faster than people, don't they?""I think so" He answers with a scowl "But even they're not smart enough to not make mistakes. We'll only get one shot at this, Sven""Then we'll make it count and get out together, Jai" You reply confidently, nodding your head "None of the patrols reach that patch of grass, and I don't see any of the cameras looking that way either""I think that's further than the track field back at the orphanage" He winces "Think we can make it, if we ran for it?"It wasn't as far as the field you played knattleikr on with the friends you had in New Oslo. And that was a field you could clear faster than any of the boys and even a few of the grown ups. But could Jai make it? Suddenly, doubt swelled up and concerned replaced both tension and thrill. You looked at him, saw the hard look in his eyes, he was just as desperate to get out as you were. And seeing that, and thinking about it logically, you decided, if it came down to it, you'd let yourself be caught so he could escape. He was smaller, harder to spot, harder to catch. And only one of you needed to get out of the compound to go look for help.Reasoning that and feeling that he'd do the same if you told him of the plan you'd just come up with, you answer his question with a nod."So long as we don't stop running" You say as you stand, and try to mimic the position the older boy's on the schools track team would use before they broke out into a sprint and raced each other. Jai adopts a similar stance"On three?" He asks, you agree with a nod and count down the numbers just as much by the loud beating thump of your heart as you do Jai's countdown. Cont
>>6157172He doesn't say say go outloud. The two of you just start running. Side by side at first, but his legs are shorter and he starts to fall behind. You clench your jaw and look over your shoulder, and slow down to stop from tripping over your own feet. And that's all Jai needs to catch up.And all the beam of a guard's flashlight to catch the edge of your shoulder. You freeze. So does Jai. Your eyes meet, and it feels like you'd been caught stealing sweets with a friend. Smiling warmly, having already accepted that you'd probably receive another beating tonight when you snuck out, you mouth the words "Keep running" to the other boy.He only hesitates for a second. And then he's off, and quickly runs past you."Trainee! What are you doing out of the barracks!" The guard barks, and immediately you realize two things. First, that she is short for a grown up. And second, she was not the lady soldier who was assigned to hit you with a cattleprod if you misbehaved. She's still taller than you, but not by much. And she wouldn't know the setting on her baton that can stun you.But you still don't like your odds. But that doesn't matter. You don't need to beat her. Just give Jai enough time to reach the fence and climb over it. Gods, did he know how to climb. Second thoughts swirled in your head, but you silenced them as you made your choice and remembering how mother taught you to make a fist and fight, do just that, raising your arms up close to your head as the instructor jogged over to you, pressing her hand against her ear and saying something.Calling her fellow bullies over to get in on the fun. A wave of steaming rage washed over you."Trainee! Report and Stand down! Final Warning!" She shouted, closing in, and unfolding the baton at her waist with a flick of her wrist.It sparked. The lighting dancing on it crackling. And you lunged forward. She jolted, surprised you'd actually try and fight back, but it only last a fraction of a second before she brought the baton down over your head. It hurt. Your ears rang, and you felt electricity shooting through you, numbing and locking up the muscles in your legs.But not you arms, Twitching, you put all of your weight and strength into a wild punch just as you ran into the guard, and fell as your legs locked.Seems a bit of her baton's shock was still traveling through you, because when you both hit the ground, her body jolts. The punch you threw having hit her throat. She gags, gasps, and her already angry eyes turn furious as she snakes an arm under you shoulder and with the other lifts up her baton. You pull you head back and shoot it forehead, wincing as your forehead strikes hers hard enough for you to hear the sounds of your skulls clanging together. She blinks, nose bleeding, and the crackle from the baton grows louder. So you headbutt her again. Dad always said you had a hard head to keep your smarts intact with how roughly you'd played.Cont
>>6157173You don't know how many times you headbutt her, but she stops mouth, eyes glazed over and blood pouring from her nose into her mouth, and scrapes on her head. Your own head aches and throbs and stings as you unsteadily stand up and look around. And see that Jai's at the fence.And that seemingly every guard on patrol is zeroing in on your location, surrounding you and shouting angrily, very angrily. Not like they did before when they hit you for speaking out of turn. The memory of which, still as fresh as the cut on your head and scrapes on your knees, fanned the anger that had just started to relax when you started hitting the woman now laid out on the ground under you."Trainee! Stand down!" They demanded. Some of them had rifles trained on you, you looked back. Jai was almost over the fence. Smiling, realizing you'd split your lip as you tasted blood, you picked up the baton that had fallen out of the first guard's hand and, tried to squash the rising panic and fear you felt at having guns pointed at you. Real guns. But, you reminded yourself, if Jai escaped, the others would be safe."Final warning!"You yelled, trying to shout the way one of your uncles had taught you once, as you activated the batton and ran towards the nearest oneThey said nothing. And in no time you were surrounded by three, very muscular men who were taller than even your father. And they could hit hard, and had their stun batons on a setting so high, every time they hit you, the world turned white. But you refused to go down, and kept swinging and even hit them a few times.There was a weird thwip noise and something stuck into your neck. Several thwips and several sharp needles stabbed into you as a familiar woozy feeling washed over you. No! It was happening again. You stumbled, swung and swayed, and fell. And the last thing you remember was being hit, again and again while people shouted. Altering Perspective Cont
>>6157176 SPARTAN II Program incident report:0001. 0100 Hours, September 24th, 2517 Candidates-006 and -033, made an escape attempt together, sneaking out of the trainees barracks during a switch of the guards. Evading detection, Recruit-033 was spotted near the fence line by Trainer Go Moriko P01, approached to apprehend and return the recruit to their bed, unaware he wasn't the only escapee, and called for back up when the recruit began acting aggressively. Viciously attacking the Petty officer, -033 took possession of her humbler shock device after knocking her unconscious and shattering her nose. In the process of subduing Trainee-033, two more guards were knocked unconscious, and several received minor wounds. Several tranquilizer darts were needed in combination with excessive application of humbler strikes, were necessary to incapacitate Sven-033 Several lower rank trainers were reprimanded for their excessive use of force, immediately after. And were in the process of being reprimanded by the project head, when it was discovered Jai-006 had escaped the facilitate and that he and Sven-033 had, during their escape and without prior planning, having independently plotted their own escaped, had devised a diversionary tactic that would make SPEC-OPs blush, without saying a word to eachother prior to their escape attempt Project lead Halsey was overjoyed, and ordered a full sweep of the surrounding wilderness 0300 hours, September 24th, 2517. Recruit-006 was returned to custody with far less issue than his co conspirator. End of report Sub objective. Troublemaker has progressed. Points/ stage, 2 out of ?. Security/ punishments increased further. Sven-033 will no longer hesitate towards violent actions against his trainers. Sven-033 (and Jai-006) have great understanding of the compounds security. Optional Advancement Conditions Met. Brawler. Unlock conditions. Fight barehanded against multiple opponents and win, successful employ CQC to defeat a more skilled opponent, steal a weapon in a fight. If accepted now effects on Sven-033 will be: Sven will learn how to fight barehanded earlier, quicker and more effectively than other SPARTAN II candidates. And be harder to knock unconscious Effects will change as objective is progressed Accept advancement: Brawler? >Yes>No
>>6157166>Which is why I didn't say to pierce it kekAh, my mistake. I misread what you initially said.>Even the classic ones from the wild west period and they still had a nice aesthetic.Revolver/drum shotguns can be done well, they just didn't with the Bulldog. It's too big and bulky for a magazine fed pump action.>>6157168The sidekick would be better if it wasn't so fuck huge. It's bigger than the M6D, which is bigger than a Desert Eagle, from halo CE even though it fires a much smaller round.>>6157177Ahh, Jai, I forgot he was a little escape artist.>Yes
>>6157177>YesHow could I not?
>>6157177>Looks up jai-006Over the next five months, he repeatedly attempted escape with another SPARTAN-II, Adriana-111. Every attempt ended in capture, but this only strengthened Jai's resolve to keep trying new escape strategies. The trainers, after suffering broken ankles, lost eyes, fingers and toes, eventually chose to shoot them with darts from the troop bays of Pelicans, after they tried unsuccessfully to capture them using stun devices on the ground>Hell yeah. Fight the power brotherJai had little care of insurgents.>Oh... We're one of the good ones then?>Project lead Halsey was overjoyed, and ordered a full sweep of the surrounding wildernessOf course she was.>YesWe'll need 4 handlers with shock batons (Humblers only thing that's getting humbled is those trainers getting their asses whooped by a 6 year old) now.
>>6157177>>YesFisting is my passion. I mean, fistfighting. I almost feel bad for that first guard. Almost. Never gonna live down that loss.>>6157180>Ah, my mistake. I misread what you initially said.S'all good man.>It's too big and bulky for a magazine fed pump action.Actually that reminds me, wasn't one of the graphic artists for Infinite a guy who went on to say he "didn't like guns" and "war and killing triggered him" or some shit? But "Halo is removed enough that he can 'push through it'"? No wonder the guns keep coming out funky. Put a /k/ommando in charge of design and I bet they'd all come out looking just fine.>>6157190>the guards around sven don't even carry shock sticks anymore they just have car batteries with exposed wiresYou think getting put on Sven duty is gonna be seen as a punishment?
>>6157177>Yes
>>6157195>car batteries with exposed wiresNah not enough. need to add reinforced shock collar.>Sven duty is gonna be seen as a punishment?Even worse then Latrine duty. With latrine duty it just smells bad. With Svenny boy their is the smell of your own blood, piss and shit while he knock you out, breaks a few bones gets you medically discharged and the VA still fucks you over. (Non service related injury. Not due to off the books operations, but due to the VA being the VA.)
>>6157177>YesBadass.
>>6157202Hopefully Sven isn't the one who gets thrown in with the ODST's after augs. That'll be a blood bath.>>6157195>wasn't one of the graphic artists for Infinite a guy who went on to say he "didn't like guns"Naw, it's worse. He was one of the producers.
>>6157177>YesHalsey's already salivating over the monumental murder machine she's going to turn Sven into. At this rate Sven's definitely going to kill a trainer in a fit of rage at some point.
>>6157202REALI'm partial to slamfires myself. There's a good reason the Central Powers wanted shotguns banned in war, considering platoons of American cowboys sending walls of lead faster than a Saiga-12 can with unerring accuracy. We need a Browning Auto-5 cut down to the size of a Super-Shorty in 8 gauge, or better yet the 4.something gauge used by the Russian KS-23.
>>6157202Honestly I think they'd be better off using a particularly well-trained gorilla as a guard for Sven after a certain point.>>6157209>Naw, it's worse. He was one of the producers.What's better than a holier-than-thou loser in a project? Said loser having at least a little bit of say in the end product. Fuck me.Also I just had a thought about the shotguns, and the bulldog specifically, if they'd modeled it after the SRM 1216 or any of the shorter ones it'd look fine-ish. Or take it a different direction with the MTS255 if they want that hard revolver look to persist, just need to make it a bit bulkier and chunkier.>>6157213Maybe Sven will realize before that point that the thugs are only useful idiots and the real problem is the brass behind the glass. Ah who am I kidding, someone is definitely going to die, and Halsey is going to seal clap over it.>>6157215Hear me out, the Vepr-12 but more bore, so Vepr-6/4 I guess it'd be called. Maybe a big stonkin' fat box mag instead of a banana. Alternatively, the SPAS-15 with the same concessions.
>>6157177here is my vote
>>6157177>>YesWe Brawl!
>>6156978>>6157004I remember Chief killing a trainer who was threatening his squad during an exercise at the extraction point, so there was reasoning behind that. Sven seems more like he'll kill a trainer out of rage.>>6157177>YesFuck yeah, let's go. Let's beat up some more glowies as we grow up. At this point, a few more troublemaker level and they'll eventually have to try to contain us with a Project ORION/Spartan-I handler.
>>6157177>>YesMelee can help. It will not win the war, but never hurts
Once again, its a pretty clear consensus! Advancement path: Brawler Has been accepted Current progression. 1 out of 10 Proceeding...This is going to be the last update of the day. Don't know why but I'm just feeling tired.
>>6157299Just stopping in to say nice job on this thread, OP.
>>6157299Go rest, OP. Can't have you burning out so early for an interesting quest.
>>6157225I bet all the trainers are going to be silently praying Sven doesn't survive augmentation so they don't have to wrangle an angry norwegian child with super strength.
>>6157299Hope you aren't getting sick, chief.>>6157314>he's been unconscious after the various surgeries for an abnormally long time: WOO!>he was actually just taking a nap: FUCK!
0530 Hours, September 24, 2517 (Military Calendar)/ Epsilon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, Planet Reach "Wake up, Trainee -033"Pain and soreness ached across you entire body. Your mouth tasted like smoke. And the grogginess of waking up was somehow heavier and more obscuring than it had ever been before. Not fully awake, you tried to sit up and nearly slammed back into the bed as something strong, sturdy and made of metal held you in place. Opening your eyes and blinking the sleep away, you saw a handcuff tied to your wrist, chaffing and digging into the skin there. A face you wished wasn't so familiar, with a bandaged across her nose, glared down at you, as she held an active shock stick just above your chest, forcing you still as another guard, a man with whiskers like a walrus, knelt down and unlocked the cuff keeping you in place. And as enough of the confusion of being suddenly yanked out of sleep cleared for you to think and remember, your heart sank as you realized you and all the other abucted children were still in the barracks.And one of your eyes was swollen shut and really, painfully hurt. And your jaw felt slack and cottony. But, as more and more of the events of last night return, hope swelled in your chest. Maybe one kid, that guy called Jai, got away. And lifting up your head to look around and scan the face of the other, sleepy children, the hope filling your heart plummeted as you saw Jai's face amongst them, looking far less worse for wear than yours must have. His eyes, dark and stormy, but his face looking guilt ridden. Somehow that made you feel worse"Let the boot get up, after how much of a whaling he got on your behalf, he probably doesn't even remember what he did last night" The Walrus Whiskered Man rumbled, a throaty growl that sounded equally as much of a threat to the lady whose nose you shattered and yourself. She made a hiss through her teeth, but obeyed his command and let you get out of thew hard bed you'd been chained to.Dozens of other uniformed men and women woke up the rest of the children. Some were earlier risers than you, and were pointing at you and Jai and whispering. Somehow, that cheered you up even if, for some reason, it made you blush."I am Chief Petty Officer Mendez" The grey templed officer who stood next to that Völva in a labcoat yesterday shouted, next to some poor kid with freckles on his face and gap between his front teeth "The rest of these men and women are your instructors"He paused and his dark, shark like eyes settled on you as his lip twitched into a silent warning snarl. He looked more wolf than man to you, with his big, black, unblinking eyes."You WILL do exactly what we tell you at all times" He continued, and you knew why he was looking directly at you and your partner in crime from last night.Cont
>>6157363 Mercifully he turned away, and lifted the still sparking shock stick he must've jabbed into the unfortunate "recruit" whose bed he stood beside, and raised his voice again to resound through the cinderblock walled barracks as he thundered "Showers are aft. You will wash and then return here to dress"You glared, knuckles and brow aching even more than your face, shoulders and back after the beating you got, but judging from the dirty stares of your imprisoners and the impressed ones of your fellow forced conscripts, you didn't go down easily. Dad would probably would've patted you on your back for what you did last night. Mendez pulled out a trunk from the bunk of the gap toothed kid and kicked it open to reveal and pull out of it a match pair of grey sweats."No Slacking!" He Barked, and for no reason you could tell, shocked that poor freckled cheeked kid again, right between his shoulder blades "On the double. I mean it. Go Go GO!The broken nosed guard, impatiently, smacked her now deactive shock stick against her palm, waiting for you to just give her a reason to personally repay you for her nose. You glowered, but got up. And found yourself on the floor. Apparently that was too slow for her liking. The whiskered man only shot her a disapproving glare, but didn't move to help you up. You scrambled up to your feet once your muscles loosened. Every breath stung as you stumbled and lurched after the other kids, your two handlers close behind. Looking over, you saw that Jai was being the same treatment, and caught a pitying look on his unbruised face.A look none of the other ninety eight kids shared, they were all scared and confused. The shower room had a conveyer. You were shoved onto it, just when you got your shirt off. Strangely, the soapy water wasn't cold or uncomfortable, it felt warmer than what you were used to back home. Scrubbing and washing off the dirt and dried blood left on you from last night's adventure, the spray that followed was more look warm but all the others acted like they'd been dropped in ice when they were hit with it. You were embarrassed as you dressed yourself, just sullen that Jai got caught in the end and you didn't hurt the völva shadowing your every move more than you did. The socks were thinner than the ones granny knit for you, but filled the combat boots, the sort your parents enjoyed, nicely. But the sweats were too small and strained against you shoulders, and were tight and clingy around your arms and legs. And you knew none of the other kids had clothes too small for them."Outside, Trainees, Triple time" Mendez ordered eyes settling first on his chosen victim of the morning, then Jai, and finally you "March!Cont
>>6157364You didn't have to be worried about being knocked over or stomped on in the stampede that followed, and were too surly over your failure and subsequent punishment to care much if you bowled over or shoved the other trainees out of your way. You'd been shocked and hit too many times to be polite.The sun wasn't up in the sky as you were shepardedf outside to a strip of grass, still wet like it was last night. You also saw a patch of it with dried brown flecks, crushed and smushed down. A defiant smirk tugged on your lips. Your fellow captives and the instructors were the only people out and about this early, and the morning sky's glory and peace was broken by the roar and flight trails of two jets.For some reason, you thought of One Eyed Odin and his ravens when you saw them darken the sky. But the leader of the thugs broke you out of your contemplation with his shouting, and kneeling down to pray would just give your watchers an excuse to beat you to the ground again."You will make five equal length rows. Twenty trainees in each!" Was what he barked, and surprisingly, gave you and the rest of the "recruits" a few moments to get into formation before the instructors under his command began to dole out beatings and administer shocks."Straighten those rows""You know how to count to twenty trainee?""Take three steps back"For some reason, you were at the front of the first of the rows. You couldn't see Jai, but Mendez' chosen target of abuse was close by. And so was the blonde girl you and Jai sat beside yesterday. None of the others were familiar to you, but a fire lit in your belly. Getting bruised and pummeled like dough had done nothing to dampen your hopes that you, all of them, would get out of here. The morning air became vapors as you breathed out, searching for a different area to try and get Jai or, some other brave recruit out of, even if it meant you took all the heat and hits. Again.You'd get all, of you would, they couldn't get away with this, right? They couldn't possibly! The were rules to follow, even for grown ups, even for the UNSC!But you increasingly worried and bitter thoughts were cut off by Mendez's thunderous voice "Jumping Jacks! Count off to one hundred. Ready, Go!"At least he lead the exercise, and you followed his example. Jumping jacks were easy, even little kids could do them. But one half asleep boy hesitated, and like crows on a corpse, the instructor marching down the line fell upon him and sent him sprawling to the ground. Your stomach twisted, but you kept up your jumping attacks, hearing the sound of your personal warden thumping her silver baton against her shoulder, still waiting for her next chance to enact punishment, or rather, personal vengeance against you. "Get with the program, Boot!" The instructor who knocked down the other boy snarled. And he did, uncurling from the ball he'd tucked into on the ground, and joined the exerciseCont
>>6157366Jumping jacks were easy. But a hundred were tiring, especially when so much of your body was bruised and beaten all over. Mendez counted up, tallying his pace and expecting all you kids to keep up. You were the closest, you think. But before you could catch you breath, and think about how you could get a message out or if you'd ever see your friends back home again, or your parents, Mendez started the next exercise, only pausing long enough to take one deep breath in.It was sit ups. You never liked doing sit ups in PE Class. And a hundred of them, sounded like a worse punishment than any you'd already been given. Especially when the Chief Petty Officer added that "The first crewman who quits, gets to run to around the compound twice. Then comes back here and does two hundred sit ups!" right before he began counting up from one.You didn't stop to try and help the other kids, you stopped cause your stomach stung and it hurt too badly for you to pull yourself off the ground. But, being taller meant the run wasn't as long as it'd be for the others. When it was through you were panting, huffing and puffing and you couldn't stand without slouching, once you'd finished the second part of the punishment. Your stomach searing with pain and sweat beading down your back and chest as you stomach twisted and knotted itself. You almost wanted to hug the bully who made you hurt like this when he said the next exercise were deep squats. A hundred again, you were lagging behind after doing nearly three hundred sit ups after a run, and felt like you were on the verge of fainting, Your lips were parched and your throat burned. Everything burned. Freckles threw up, you could tell by the yelps he made when the instructors fell upon him like a pack of wolves and the smell of bile that rose up with the burning stench of ozone during his discipling. You were already too exhausted to think. Too tired to hate. Too fatigued to be angry. But like a machine, Mendez moved onto Leg lifts, and all of you followed like clocks set to his own rhythm. None of you stopped, if you stopped, the batons would be come out and pain would follow. You body became heavy, heavier than you'd ever felt, and you became so sluggish, and your legs trembled so much, you wondered if you'd die."Rest!" Mendez called out across the grass strip, and you collapsed onto a heap on the ground, struggling to breath, feeling the strain in your muscles, and something instead of your stomach spasming with every labored breath you sucked in. "Trainers! Get the water"You watched, slack jawed and drooling in the grass as the instructors rolled out carts heaped with bottled water. Weakly, you first tried to stand, then crawl over, but your arms and legs both felt like they were made of jelly.Cont
>>6157367A warm bottle pressed against the top of your head, and you looked up to see Jai. And thought you might cry as he helped you pull up and shared the bottles he had in his arms with you. It tasted salty, and was warm, but you didn't care. It could've been honey with how quickly and greedily you gulped it down, only slowing to make sure Jai drank enough himself. You swayed as you sat, eyes closed, feeling sweat pouring down you, soaking into your clothes.You just hoped, faintly, if rescue did come like in they did in movies and comics, that they shot Mendez first. Or at least made him do three thousand sit ups. You opened your eyes, cause picturing your dad forcing the Chief petty officer at gunpoint to work out until he dropped hurt nearly as badly as the clenching in your stomach. But you couldn't stop from wondering sadly if you'd ever see him and mom again..."A good start, trainees" The devil himself might as well have said as Mendez decided your brief respite had gone on long enough "Now we run. On your feet""But I just ran" You wearily began. Before being reminded of why you should've kept your mouth shut by a swift, electrifying smack to the back. So you ran, herded along with ninety nine other kids, down a gravel path through the compound and further. It never seemed to end! It went alongside a river, then over a bridge, then near a runway with jets! But thankfully, that was the end, and feeling as though you were melting, you dragged your feet after Mendez, as he guided his recruits down a zig zagging stone path. You could hear the blood pumping through your veins, and ever fiber of aching muscle, you had no thoughts because you couldn't think anymore.And you were starving. Hunger panged in your stomach, worsening the stabbing pain in your belly that was already there. Breathless, you ran into a courtyard with smooth flagstones and the flagpole holding up the UNSC flag. And beyond that, you saw where you being lead . A building with white columns and a fish scaled roof, with an arch bearing, in english you thought ruefully, "Naval Officer's Academy" cut into it. So that's where you were taken. And you stomach dropped as you remembered there wasn't any thing like that anywhere near New Oslo, or even New Noregr. Just how far from home were you? Suddenly, getting help seemed like it'd be much harder to do.But before that unwelcome thought could sink in, the AI from yesterday appeared beneath the arch, with motes of light circling her head"Excellent work, Chief petty officer Mendez" Were the first things she said with a chiming, cotton soft voice, then she said "Welcome, my name is Deja and I will be your teacher. Please come in, class is about to start"Cont
>>6157371Some of the other trainees complained. Were they insane! Any boring, easy school lesson would be better than what you were just put through! But no one grumbled when Deja threatened any who skipped class for more of Mendez's morning "calisthenics". The schoolhouse was cool, so refreshingly cool you thought you may just weep.But then you say the breakfast that was waiting for you all. A tray of crackers and a carton of milk. Your stomach rumbled like a beast's. And as you s mournfully nibbled at the crackers, to make them last longer, Deja began talking again, teaching you about some battle the Spartans had against the Persians. How three hundred of them fought against thousands of persians. And as you were gulping down your woefully small carton of milk, you nearly spat it out and felt some of it go up your nose as something amazing happened.An entire holographic countryside appeared in the classroom! You couldn't take your eyes away from it, as miniature mountains, hills rose up around you, and as projection of the sea lapped around your ankles as you and the other children looked around in wonder, tiny doll sized soldiers marched through the scene, which Deja explained was a recreation of Thermopylae, were thousands of soldiers marched against the three hundred that held the pass. And you were transfixed as the battle began, shields were split and shattered, spears broken and splintered, gleaming swords flashed and blood spilled from the doll soldiers.According to Deja, the Spartans like the three hundred who fought against many more to hold a pass, were the best soldiers who had ever lived and that in battle, they'd never been defeated. Awed by the mock battle playing out before you, you reached for more crackers and frowned. They were all gone. You swore you still had a few left. And your stomach felt like it was eating itself, as the black haired girl next to you chewed on the last of hers, looking the other way from you. But seeing the Spartans fight cheered you up, and while you hung on Deja's story, you couldn't help but imagine a few of the meaner, harder hitting instructors' faces on the miniature Persians The spectacle helped distract from how hungry you were. You hoped you'd get a real meal soon. Stale crackers and milk wasn't enough.In the end, the Spartans overcame the odds! Which made the whole class, including yourself, cheer as their survivors stood over the mountains of dead Persians, victorious. It was easy to imagine yourself there. And you were about to ask it again, when Deja said "That is all for today. We'll continue tomorrow. Next time I will show you some wolves. Now it's time for you to go to the playground"Cont
>>6157372"Playground?" The boy you thought of and knew as Freckles said hopeful, but you were more suspicious. After how they'd been treating you all last night and this morning, they couldn't have a real playground here, could they? But still, you ran off with the others, just in case some instructor was hiding nearby to hit you over the head again.And nearly ran face first into Chief Petty Officer Mendez' chest. You had to quickly stop yourself from grimacing as he looked down at you as you stepped back, and saw the rest of the trainers. The other children stopped just behind you, their hopes of games and fun dashed"Its time for the playground" Mendez said, in a tone that might've been his version of cheerful "It's a short run, fall in"That was a lie. As was the promise of an actual playground, but you figured it would be. What they called a playground, was instead a collection of what looked like a forest stripped of its branches and leaves. Wooden poles, twenty meters tall if you had to guess. Connected by rope nets and bridges that crisscrossed and intersected one another and swayed high off the ground, like a maze raised off the ground. There were slide poles and ropes with knots tied in them to climb, and swings and platforms hanging by ropes or held up by wooden legs. There were also ropes slung through pulleys, attached to baskets that looked big enough to fit even a boy of your size inside of them!"Trainees" Mendez snapped, halting your study of the bizarre forest of nets and poles "Form four lines"The instructors moved, but you and the others formed the lines without complaining or questioning"The first person in every row will be team number one" He explained "The second person in each row will be team number to and so on. If you do not understand this, speak up now"No one did. Maybe the rest of these kids weren't as dumb as you thought they were.Looking left and right, you wanted to see who was on your team, and cringed as you realized the shirts you wore had nametags on them....and numbers? Yours was Zero Thirty Three. What did that mean? What was it for? And who was standing next to you, and what were their names and confusing numbering?>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005>Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-092>Dimas-012, Daisy -023, and Jori-149>Cal-141, Illya-077, and Kurt-051That took a lot longer to write than I expected, couldn't think of a time a decision to vote on would fit until the playground. Also had to pull out my copy of fall of reach to make sure I got the order/ details right. But its done. Its here. I am going to bed, and will try to get at least one update out tomorrow, but will aim for more>>6157300>>6157304Aw I'm touched, I really am!>>6157320Probably just been reading too late into the evening
>>6157376>Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-092JEROME, MY BOY. >Final update>It's 7 full length postsGood Lord, go enjoy your rest, OP. You deserve it. >had to pull out my copy of fall of reach to make sure I got the order/ details right.lel, I knew the training seemed familiar. I guess we're going to see John real soon.
>>6157376Great update.>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005Nesta GOAT if we manage to form a team with her, and Jorge is another big lad.
>>6157376>Dimas-012, Daisy -023, and Jori-149>>6157384>I guess we're going to see John real soon.I think "Freckles" is John.
>>6157376>Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-092Nice big update QM>>6157384I think John might've actually been the other kid we were sitting next to here >>6156869
>>6157376>Cal-141, Illya-077, and Kurt-051
>>6157376>Dimas-012, Daisy -023, and Jori-149as much as I love Jorge and I think Nesta's danger sense is cool. I don't want to have two "giants" on our team. Also we already have a sort of relationship with Jori.
>>6157420>Also we already have a sort of relationship with Jori.Are you confusing him for Jai-006?
>>6157406>>6157410You're right, that really was John.>“Playground?” John said. That was perfect. He could finally just sit on a swing, relax, and think for a moment. He ran out of the room, as did the other trainees. Chief Petty Officer Mendez and the trainers waited for them outside the classroom.
>>6157376>Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-092
>>6157421in my defence, they are similar names.
>>6157363>that Völva in a labcoat yesterdayI can't wait for her inevitable promotion to seidhkona when she shows off just how far she goes for her little toy soldiers. Damn witch. I will never forgive her.>And your stomach felt like it was eating itself, as the black haired girl next to you chewed on the last of hers, looking the other way from you.There is nothing more animal-hatred inducing than touching another creature's food. I'm watching you, girl. >>6157376>Probably just been reading too late into the eveningAh late to bed, early to rise, that's why there's pain behind my eyes. kek. Yeah. I can't choose between Dimas and Nesta. On the one hand, who knows what Dimas with his exceptional brain and tech wizardry might be obliged to create. On the other, an early warning of danger will never not be useful. Though "little" Shika pulling her disappearing acts by just walking behind the giant Sven is also a truly precious mental image. I find that I am ill-equipped to make this decision.
>>6157376>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005I want to buddy up with Jorge.
>>6157376>>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005
Finally, some good fucking questin'.I only know the broad strokes of Halo lore that won't stop me from participating just gotta pray my IP doesn't bunnyhop all over the place>>6157376>Cal-141, Illya-077, and Kurt-051
>>6157376>Nesta-097, Jorge-052, and James-005C'mon we need the fooking bri-is cont on team.Danger sense will make her an excelent scout/pointwoman. We will be heavy/cqc. And if you guys could cool down for a bit, we need leadership skills, desperately.DI is already ballistic on us, and it's the beginning of the red phase. So we're f*ing dead, and we have no one but the team to rely on.Also, p.s. we really should have made the PC female AND norse. Then we could have a Valkyrie name as a callsign. Oh well, if we get to be a team leader, we can give 097 one.
>>6157376>Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-092Luv me Ralph. Luv me Jerome. Shika is a plus. Simple as.
>>6157376>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005
>>6157526Maybe it's just because it's late but your entire post confuses me. Are you avoiding expletives for humor? Emphasis? Ideological reasons? But Shika would make a better scout than Nesta, though Nesta would make a better pointman than Shika. And I don't get what you mean by cool down, we're the coolest dude here. Even if Surtr's fire burns in our veins minute after minute. It's THEIR fault for being villains. Also >wanting to be valkyries instead of disirpft, playing fetch for the UNSC? Crazy.
>>6157526>And if you guys could cool down for a bit, we need leadership skills, desperately.I don't think Sven not having leadership skills is because Anons kept choosing to punch glowies - there simply haven't been opportunities for showing leadership from what I've seen
>>6157526This post reeks of glownigger.>Then we could have a Valkyrie name as a callsign. Oh well, if we get to be a team leader, we can give 097 one.Valkyrie is overused, generic, and boring as fuck, and it wouldn't make sense as a call sign for Nesta since she's not from a Norse theme planet. Instead of trying to force a theme on a character, we should just work with what's already there.
>>6157376>>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005Thank you for making this quest QM. I know I'm going to enjoy the fuck out of it.
Seems like Nesta, Jorge, and James are going to win this, but at least let me make a case for why Jerome is best boy.Now, as you all know, Spartans are trained to master all forms of weaponryーeven alien ones, but how many of them are trained in the art of just punching, kicking, stomping, and beating enemies to death with furniture?My boy here survived not one, but TWO Forerunner installations, beat up Atriox's second in command, AND he's really, really grenade happy.That is all, thank you for coming to my TED talk.
>>6157299You did well bud. You truly love Halo, Thunderhead would be proud to see such quest around>>6157177>Project lead Halsey was overjoyed, and ordered a full sweep of the surrounding wilderness>0300 hours, September 24th, 2517. Recruit-006 was returned to custody with far less issue than his co conspirator. End of reportLmao those trainers and guards will 100% make a petition to Halsey to increase their own numbers considerably and buy sleeping gas alongside some Launchers with heavy nets used for capture large animals. Otherwise even if less than half of the kids start acting like this two, trainers and guards will visit very frequently the infirmary or outright the military hospital hahaha >>6157123Pretty much yeah. We should be able to have access to a more heavy armor like other spartans of similar constitution to us, and be able to bring with us more easily heavy weapons and the ammo for them. In regard to the weapons to carry around i would probably go heavy weapon (picked for the kind of mission they send us to deal with. So either more anti-infantry or more anti-vehicle), a big pistol, and a melee weapon like a maul. The rest ammo, nades and other equipment>>6157372they are really playing the spartans angle for the little spartans hehe>>6157376>>Dimas-012, Daisy -023, and Jori-149i don't particulary mind who we end up with, i would like to see Dimas though
>>6157570>So either more anti-infantryOne of picrel maybe? I dunno if Halo has something bigger/Spartan exclusive.
>>6157646There's the M247H, it fires HVE rounds and can tear through vehicles and covers like hot knife through butter.
>>6157570>and a melee weapon like a maul.I was thinking a shortsword. And we will call it Tyrfing. Because every time it is drawn SOMETHING is gonna die. And eventually when we steal some covie shithead's energy sword we can get some fucky wucky stuff done to give our weapon a glowing energy sheath that also makes it even stronger, because Tyrfing does glow after all. Yes I am going to ride this theme into the ground.
>>6157687Maybe we could carry a M68 Gauss cannon if we want to give up ammo for "fuck you in particular" potential.
>>6157570>>6157723>Maul>ShortswordI'm an axe man myself butCan we even request/order custom gear immediately for our first mission or are we gonna need to build an actual reputation first?
>>6157788>Can we even request/order custom gear immediately for our first mission or are we gonna need to build an actual reputation first?I figure if we show an aptitude towards a particular weapon during training, Mendez or Halsey might take notice and have command issue the appropriate gear once we're actually deployed.
>>6157788Spartans regularly get specialized items and requisitions. Emile has a kukri, Fred regularly has a pair of combat knives because he's a knife autist, and a number of irregular S3s and 4s get pattern-2 composite swords.
>>6157797I think that anon's well aware that every Spartan gets their gimmick gear eventually, but he was asking if we would even get anything resembling that before we actually get a good number of operations under our belt.
>>6157797well, when your armour costs as much as a frigate adding a couple hundred or thousand credits doesn't matter much.
>>6157798I should probably do more than skim comments before I reply, lol. Probably not, I can't think of any examples off the top of my head where Spartan 2s got specialized equipment outside of missioned issued gear like the black body gloves and what not.>>6157799Truth. Specialized equipment outside of mission packages also ultimately don't matter much to most Spartans, generally speaking, as MJOLNIR is the great equalizer.
>>6157805As I recall, John actually got carte-blanche to pick whatever gear he wanted for his team during Operation TALON, so there is something of a precedent there. That said, yeah it's probably on a case by case basis.Still, if we're in a leadership position, we might be able to put forth an argument for some specific gear depending on the mission parameters.
>>6157788Might I interest you in a shield? Svalinn, perhaps? Also I just thought, with Sven being a punchy boy he may get some beefed up super-gauntlets and call them his Jarngreipr. Rad. I only go with swords because there are a lot of cool mythological names to choose from. Everyone liked the rich-man's weapon back in the day, go figure. Dainsleif is a nice name IMO.
>>6157810>so there is something of a precedent there.Yep, but that was stuff already produced. Not custom orders. That's why I referenced the black body glove, it's the armor they wore during TALON. But othertwise, yeah, a leadership roll will go a long way when it comes to getting us fun stuff.>>6157816Halo already uses a number of Nordic naming conventions for weapons. The m6 Splaser's operational name is the Model 6 'Grindell.' The Mantis is called the HRUNTING/YGGDRASIL Mk.9. Etc.
>>6157816A tower shield and scaled up SMG would actually pair well together I feel, so I'll definitely keep that in mind when the choice for gear comes up.
>>6157820Yeah they do be liking their Norse myth names. Wasn't their a Gungnir somewhere out there, too? Thought it was a ship or ship's weapon. I think there's a Jormungandr as well though I think that was just an armor set in one of the games? Which I also find funny because they ahve all these Norse themes and then bam - katana vanity item unlock for customization. Big funny.>>6157821>sven with a shield running in like he's a brazillian cop raiding a favella kek
>>6157825Now imagine tossing a bandolier of grenades into a compartment full of covies and blocking the exit with a slab of armor plating
>>6157828Ah yes. The Spetznaz method of hostage liberation. Grenades and shields are a truly winning combination though. Love seeing that sort of thing in games. You could probably pack on a little shield generator to it or route the armor's shields to extend over the handheld shield and make it even tougher.Just HOW TANKY can we possibly make Sven?
>>6157825>Wasn't their a Gungnir somewhere out there, too? Thought it was a ship or ship's weapon. I think there's a Jormungandr as well though I think that was just an armor set in one of the games?Gungnir was the name of an armor set in game, a permutation designed to optimize usage of the M6 splaser.>>6157828Unless you're carrying multiple tons of solid armor, it don't mean shit in the face of plasma weaponry. That's why energy shields and mobility are paramount. Even a basic bitch plasma pistol can just about take the head off an armored Spartan, which is how Linda died.
Routine installation maintenance complete Rebooting....Monitor 404TormentedCache back online Jeez that's a lot of votes & discussion. Love to see it. Well, only thing to do is get to counting 6 of them for Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-0055 for Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-0923 for Dimas-012, Daisy -023, and Jori-1492 to Cal-141, Illya-077, and Kurt-051 Decision made Preferred Candidate Sven-033 shall be a part of Team Six, including Nesta-097, Jorge-052, and James-005 Proceeding...But first, need to cut up my responses to a few of your replies, because the new spam filter is fucking cancer
>>6157832Duly noted. Gonna slide that idea onto the back-burner then...but how are we feeling about cut down ARs and oversized SMGs once the ball gets rolling?
>>6157392>>6157410Thank you, I had a blast writing it, though I was worried it was a too long when I posted it, glad you guys didn't think so.>>6157384>>6157406>>6157424Correct! "Freckles" is John-117
>>6157839>>6157421>>6157432Jai was nearly a fifth option, then I realized, no, the instructors wouldn't allow team him and Sven up again so soon after their little adventure>>6157451That is a very cute mental image, thanks for it.>>6157510>>6157559And thank you as well, hope the quest is to your satisfaction>>6157570Thanks, I really do love the setting and games. Started with Combat Evolved when it released. I still remember the moment me and my brother reached the flood levels...Still hoping wolfpack comes back, to>>6157825GUNGNIR-Class MJOLNIR. The helmet of which is my personal favorite design.
>>6157839>though I was worried it was a too long when I posted itAs a regular in 2nd Primarch Quest, I can personally say I have a taste for big ass updates.
>>6157832Well helmets do tend to be very vulnerable spots comparatively. All those gizmos packed in means less room for protection. And the Mjolnir armor is stated to be able to take at least some hits. But yeah, the energy shields were pulling huge weight. ONI really struck gold with that armor project, didn't they?>>6157840>That is a very cute mental image, thanks for it.I live to serve, boss.
>About armour variants.If we go more all in on brawling I offer us to decide between.Mjolnir/C and Mjolnir/CQCOther options are also possible.
>>6157861Correction. CQC. Because C is just an improvement of it.
>>6157851>ONI really struck gold with that armor project, didn't they?Absolutely. Ensured Spartans could get into and survive overt combat ops without being horrifically maimed in the process.>>6157861We can always mix and match too. I doubt we'll be limited to just one specialized kit. That being said, I'm partial to /A, Rogue but that won't be until the last year of the war at best.>>6157840>Jai was nearly a fifth optionGlad he wasn't, I love Gray Team but splitting them up or adding us to their roster wouldn't make for good character interactions IMO. And you're right, in story it wouldn't make much sense.
>>6157687Then it gently pokes Elite shields when Mythic and Tilt are turned on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You were sixth in line in the first row. Looking to your right, you got a look at and took account of the teammates you'd gotten stuck with. Only one of them inspired confidence. He was the second from you, in the third row, and was the nearest to your height of all of the conscripts but you could still look down on him. He had sad looking, brown eyes that complimented short hair of the same color. And even though his eyes were sad, he seemed dependable, tough. The kind of kid you'd want on your side of the field. Stenciled on his sweat shirt was the name Jorge and the Number -052. Between the two of you, was a girl with a face covered in freckles and wild looking green eyes, her red hair tied into messy pigtails and when you first looked over you'd missed her for Jorge. But there was something about that energy her eyes had, it was familiar. Flashes of your dad's friends from off world and Mendez' shark eyes flickered in your thoughts. Hers were similar, in a way you couldn't put into words. Despite her only just reaching your chest, she felt dangerous, like a dog crouched and ready to snap and bite.The girl with the cold eyes, had Nesta and -097 written on the shirt she woreLast in line was another boy, closer to and only an inch or maybe half taller than Nesta, who was now bouncing between her feet, grinning. He, unlike many of the other trainees, seemed utterly calm, with the demeanor of a cat resting on a window sill, basking in the sun. He stared straight ahead, at the "Playground" and you realized from how his eyes moved gradually across the confusing tangle of poles and nets, that he was trying to piece together how to get from one end of it, to the other."Hiyah" Nesta, with a bright and cheery voice that didn't match the shadows in her eyes "I'm Nesta, aren't you to one who thrashed one of the instructors last night? Surprised you're still standing after what they did to you. You're a tough nut, ain'tcha?"You blinked, not quiet knowing how to respond to that or if she was trying to be nice or just making fun of you. Jorge sighed through his nose and crossed his arms, and James looked away from his project of solving the rope maze to look over at you and the red head bouncing on her heels, looking at you like you were her new puppy. He smiled and gave a polite wave, before returning to his project. "Sorry you didn't get away" Jorge spoke, as the lines finally finished forming as the stragglers pushed and shoved their way into the law row "And that you were beat for it. It was a brave thing, what you did. A nevem Jorge"Hungarian? You think that was Hungarian. A language you didn't speak"Sven" You greet, both him and Nesta whose eyes twinkle, her grin changing to look a little too much like how your "Favorite" instructor smirked when she had an excuse to discipline you."Well, if we're introducing ourselves, call me James, don't know why they put a five at the end there" James calls out, lifting up his hand for attention
>>6157889But before you could get to know anything more about your fellow conscripts/ classmates, or Nesta could ask you if you killed one of the trainers already, Mendez whistled sharply and louder than you knew was possible, using two fingers in his mouth to make the call to attention"Today's game" He explain, looking over all four rows, a clipboard in one hand and a stopwatch in the other "Is called "Ring the Bell""With the hand holding the stopwatch, he pointed at the tallest of the poles which was thirty meters tall compared to the other poles' twenty. With a steel slide pole next to it and a brass bell fastened to the top of it. You smirked. Being big always had its perks, as did being raised near mountains. That pole wasn't so tall. Or that's what you told yourself to try to untangle the ball your stomach was knotting itself into at the sight of it. What if you fell? You winced, as a mental image of what would happen if you did flashed in your mind's eye."There are many ways to get to the bell" Mendez continued, turning back to face the four rows of trainees "I leave it to up to each team to find their own way. When every member of your team has rung the bell, you are to get groundside double time and run back here across this finish line""Why's your hair so long, like a girl's?" Nesta whispered, standing on her toes to reach your ear. You tried to ignore her, as Mendez took out his baton and drew a line in the sand. It seemed simple enough, simpler than some of the games made up in the schoolyards of New Oslo at least.But then someone, three steps ahead of you raised their hand. Mendez glared, looking like a shark about to strike, and you winced, expecting him to personally discipline the other recruit with how he glared at them, but then he asked "A Question, trainee?""What do we win?" They asked, and you recognized that voice. It was freckles! Did he have porridge for brains?! Games weren't for prize, they were for fun. And besides, this wasn't a game, it was another exercise, disguised as a playtime. You hoped, and immediately felt guilty for thinking it, that the Chief Petty Officer would hit him for asking such a dumb question. But instead Mendez cocked an eyebrow and actually smiled. But it didn't reach is the black pits of his eyes."You win dinner, Number-117" He answered, and you wondered if that was always the prize or if he came up with it just now to shut up Freckles "Tonight, Dinner is Roast turkey, gravy, and mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, brownies and ice cream"Cont
>>6157891None of those were your favorite, and you never had turkey before, that sounded like an Inner Colony Luxury if you ever heard one, but...you were so hungry you'd eat dirt if it came down to it. So very hungry. You wiped drool from your lips as the other trainees, in their own ways, showed their approval. "Finally, some real food" Jorge laughs, and you nodded your head in serious agreement."If big boy here doesn't eat it all" Nesta snickered, smile never having left her face "But there's a catch, I can tell. Listen""What do you mean?" James asked her, before you could. And a second later, Mendez proved her right."But, for there to be winners there must also be a loser. The Last team to finish goes without food"You straightened your back, stiffening all over. No. No! It wouldn't be you. It wasn't right, especially after the sort of physical training he'd put you all through to deny you food. You were starving, and it had to be just as bad for all the rest. But...But you weren't going to lose. You needed dinner. You were too hungry not to eat. And even if you could throw the match for others to eat, that'd just mean your teammates wouldn't get any either. It wasn't fair. But you could do nothing but grind your teeth together and seethe. Mendez really was the devil!"Oh that's gotten him angry, is he going to hit the chief, you think?" Nesta cackled like a Volga as Jorge looked all across the rows with concern and James, well James didn't seem worried at all. The Chief, as Nesta called him, told you all to "Make Ready!", and you were. No one was going to take your potatoes from you. If Nesta or James slowed you and Jorge down, you'd just carry them to the finish line. You weren't going to miss dinner! You weren't!"Go!"And before anyone could move, Freckles was off like a greyhound. Completing abandoning the other three members of his team. The tanned boy, and the girls, one with dyed blue hair and one with hair even redder than Nesta's.You blinked. He had to be dumb. Did he not hear the "Team" part of the rules?! Or did he only care about winning himself? Somehow, seeing him sprint ahead of his teammates on his own, really made you mad.>So you chased after him! To teach him a hands on lessons about caring for others (Try to catch up to and wallop John-117. Path Difficulty: HARD. First DC: 17)>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)>Pick up Nesta, and clear a path for Jorge and James by barreling through the other trainees (Bully your way to the front. Path Difficulty: Normal. First DC:12)>Follow your teammates, staying out of their way and trying to come up with a plan to make sure you didn't lose (Try and find a loophole in the rules. Path Difficulty: HARD. First DC 18)>Write in option
>>6157892>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)He had me at "roast turkey".
>>6157892>>Pick up Nesta, and clear a path for Jorge and James by barreling through the other traineesIt's a keystone moment for John, and will also let us team bond. Wonder if we could manage a third specialist team, maybe SAT or something.
>>6157892>>Follow your teammates, staying out of their way and trying to come up with a plan to make sure you didn't lose (Try and find a loophole in the rules. Path Difficulty: HARD. First DC 18)I know I'm tempting fate, but I wanna say fuck the system.Oof course if other anons want the other options that are less risky I'll accept everything, but the bully path. We weren't raised to be bullies.
>>6157892>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)Seems like the best choice for getting a good team bond going, third feels a bit too mean for what we've done so far
>>6157892>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)Three is tempting but I dont think Sven would or should bully the others only the instructors.
>>6157900>>6157892Going to switch my vote to>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)Bullying the other candidates would be a little out of character and probably not give us any potential leadership traits.
>>6157892>>Follow your teammates, staying out of their way and trying to come up with a plan to make sure you didn't lose (Try and find a loophole in the rules. Path Difficulty: HARD. First DC 18)depending on how big the bell is and how heavy we could rip it off the pole and throw it on the ground for our team (and other kids) to ring.
>>6157892>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)Got to let John learn his lesson.
>>6157892>>Follow your teammates, staying out of their way and trying to come up with a plan to make sure you didn't lose (Try and find a loophole in the rules. Path Difficulty: HARD. First DC 18)
>>6157869Shhh, let's not bring up gameplay, otherwise we could just try to duel-wield the Halo 1 pistol and decimate anyone we come across.>>6157892>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)Slow and steady. Let's just get something to eat and get to know your team for now. We can go back to bullying the instructors later.
>>6157892>But if his team lost, it just meant yours got to eat (Stick together with your teammates, and help them reach to the bell. Path Difficulty: EASY. First DC: 5)At least we won't be going to bed hungry tonight, thanks John!
All this talk of specialized equipment and MJOLNIR customization is great and all, but I wonder if we'll get all that much options before the covies show up. We still have one or two years of mowing down innies before we get to fight aliens and anything more than a DMR would probably be overkill against them.
>>6157960>but I wonder if we'll get all that much options before the covies show up.Nope, not much time for it. Op Talon is the Spartan 2s first deployment in September of 2525, FLEETCOM realizes the Covenant are attacking in late October, and by November the Spartan 2s are getting the first production run of early Mk.IV armor.But that's okay! We'll have thirty years of the war to get through, plenty of time for fun kit customization. Especially when permutations blow up the budget in the mid 30s.
7 Votes for the easy path/ working with the rest of team six3 Votes for the 2nd hard path/trying to game the system and find a loophole Decision made Please roll 1d20. Best of three, DC 5 Current successes on extended action, 0
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>6157976nat 20
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>6157976No whammies.>>6157977Hell yeah, good roll.
>>6157977I actually called it! POG! I'm sad we didn't try and game the system now.
>>6157977>>6157978The duality of man.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6157976>>6157977lol nice called shot
>>6157978the dice gods giveth and taketh away
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>6157976Nat...>>6157977HOLY SHIT. AGAIN.Also checked.
>>6157982>>6157983Doesn't matter. a 6 is still a pass though. though the 1 and 20 should cause some bipolar shit to happen.
>>6157980>>6157983Hopefully 404 takes highest passing otherwise I'm gonna an hero.
>>6157986He did say best of three, so I think we should be safe. Unless one of our teammate completely flopped due to the 1.
>>6157977>>6157978Giving me flashbacks of neckbeard warlock quest here.
>>6157977>>6157978 Warning! Warning! General warning in place! Preferred candidate has achieved a critical success! Error Code: RED! A critical failure is predicted! All members of Faculty, take cover! Temporal mainframe integrity compromised! Critical failure averted by Critical success AND that made me mark the fuck out, seeing those two rolls, it'll also give me a chance to explain that unless certain modifiers are on the field/ applied to the roll, Crit successes will trump/ negate Crit fails (+ add some flavor/ challenge that Sven over comes, reflecting both the crit-fail and the crit-success in text)And besides the crit, you went 15 over the target number on the first roll of the easy route through the course! Proceeding....
>>6157994>rit successes will trump/ negate Crit failsOh thank fuck.
>>6157994>tfw john tries to body check us on the way backOof.
>>6158002Freckles would be dumb enough to try that.
>>6158002Nah. Even funnier would be that some of the instructors try fucking with us and we just body one of them or if we knock of the bell by accident due to our sheer force and cause a pileup clusterfuck.
>>6158012Even if better if it's our favourite trainer.
With Freckles breaking ahead of the pack, and leaving the three other members of his team behind in the crowd he was racing ahead of, you watched for a moment, not wanting to barrel over or accidentally knock over the other trainees as they scrambled to catch up with Freckles. Your eyes met Nesta, Jorge and James' own and you nodded."Stay behind me" You rumbled, still more than a little ticked off by the pig headedness of the current leader in the race to the bell, who was already clambering up a net dangling from the side of one of the platforms. Nesta nodded, and didn't stay behind you, but leaped onto your back, wrapping her arms around your neck as before you could take a step. But you were used to running with another kid on your back, since that was how the other boys always tried to beat you when you were rough housing and wrestling with them.It never worked. Picking up speed, even with the extra cargo you were carrying, who whistled in amazement as you thundered ahead of the rest of the kids, who smartly got out of your way as you and Jorge ran for the same platform Freckles was nearly on top of already. James was only a few steps behind the both of you.Nesta made a face and stuck her tongue out at the other trainees as you ran past them and threw yourself against the net, leaping upwards. She lost her grip, but instead of tumbling off or falling, by time you turned to try and grab her, she was clinging tightly to the net right beside you. Shrugging, you pulled yourself up the rope net, right behind Freckle's tail without leaving behind or losing any of the three kids you were partnered with.By time you pulled yourself up, Nesta and a few other kids were there to, and you saw Jorge just a little further down the net when Nesta nearly fell off of it. Sighing through your nose, and with Freckles just a few steps ahead, you knew this was going to be a real race. An actual challenge. But Nesta didn't follow you, she just stared ahead, frowning as you and several other kids, right behind Freckles, followed him across the bridge suspended between the first platform and the next.She turned to you as you were nearly across it, as Freckles bounded off of it."You're going to fall" She said as the bridge began to shake, a second before it flipped over. And for a moment, you were weightless, as you and five others were dumped into the open air.They fell into the water below. You didn't. Scowling, you threw out your hands at the last moment, and winced as you felt them nearly get pulled out of their sockets as you grabbed onto the ledge of the next platform. It hurt. But not as badly as falling would. Pulling yourself up. You turned back and saw Nesta standing on the other platforms, green eyes wide with amazement. Most of the kids who were there to see the bridge fall looked impress."Jorge! Grab the ropes on your end!" You shouted as you grabbed the ones on yours "I think we can hold it steady"Cont
>>6158039Jorge nodded. And in seconds, the bridge was back upright, unsteady and swaying wildly, but more than crossable, even if it didn't look like it was.Nesta got across, avoiding a loose rope right near the end that would've sent her slipping down into the puddle the five other, slower conscripts with shorter arms were splashing in and trying to escape. She patted you on the shoulder, and ran after Freckles, as James and a few other kids got across. Your arms strained every time someone got across the bridge, your face burned and your already tired muscles screamed for rest. You and Jorge locked eyes. He was going to let go, drop the kids behind James, find his own way to the bellAnd you weren't going to let him. He might've been bigger than most of the other kids, but he wasn't bigger than you. "Sven, it is the duty of the strong to safeguard the weak" was what your father had once told you, after you got into and won a fight in school against a gang of boys older than you. There wasn't anyway you were leaving him behind, it wouldn't be fair, he put in just as much work as you had keeping the bridge steady, and if he came in last, neither you or the other two of your teammates would have dinner."CROSS!" You roared, stunning the black haired girl who sat next to you in class, Shika numbered one zero eight, and making the others still on Jorge's side hesitate and step back. Jorge smiled. And you regretted being a team player as you mustered all of your strength to keep the bridge up as he ran across it. Digging your heels into the platform, you grit your teeth and pushed your weight down to stop from being pulled down to the ground.He grabbed hold of you, the moment he crossed, nearly tackling you to the ground. The bridge flipped back over, sending a wide eyed boy who was reckless enough to follow Jorge into the drink"Hah! That was amazing!" Jorge shouted between pants, face flushed and red. You grinned and nodded, clapping your hand on his arm as he helped you up to your feet. And with your longer gaits, you easily got back to the front of the pack along with James and Nesta. Freckles was still further in the course, but only because of that nasty trap the instructors had laid with the rope bridge. He'd ignored a basket pulley, since he had no one there to pull him up, and was instead climbing a knotted rope tied to the center pole."He's like a monkey" James observed as Nesta tilted her head to the side, scrutinizing and studying the rope instead of Freckles"We shouldn't follow him" She suddenly said shaking her head, in the same creepy, distant way she did when you nearly fell into the water "Too risky, and our team is ahead of the rest already"Then she punched your shoulder then slugged Jorge on his as the four of you ran for the basket and roguishly praised the both of you "That was a nice stunt you two pulled back there, I think the Chief even smiled when he saw it"Cont
You couldn't care less if Mendez was proud of you or not. Your teammates were still on the other side of the bridge, that was the only reason you did it, for them, not to play the hero and set an example for the rest of the class. All the other trainees, in their groups or not, giving you a wide berth as you ran. But you couldn't tell if that was out of gratitude or fear you'd handle them like you handled the instructor who's nose you broke._ Current successes on extended action, 5 Successes to complete, 5 (1 for meeting target number, 2 getting five above it, 3 for getting ten above it, 4 for getting fifteen above it, and an additional success from the Critical success Special Bonus for completing extended action in one roll _Slow and steady, you sent Nesta up the pulley, as Freckles rang the bell three times and slid down the pole. Then, as she rang it, you sent james up, you and Jorge working your arms and pulling the rope tirelessly to send them up quickly. There wasn't enough room for both you and Jorge in the basket, but he pushed you in"Owe you a favor" He said simply as he scrunched his face and slowly lifted you up to the pole. You wave playfully at James as he slid down, and he returned it, laughing all the way down. When you reached the bell, you rang it three times, but instead of sliding down, grabbed hold of the rope as the basket fell back down to where Jorge was waiting. Wincing as your palms scorched with rope burn, you yelled to call his attention up and gave him a thumbs up. You didn't need to say anything, as he climbed into the basket, and you, legs wrapped tightly around the center pole and with brute strength alone, pulled him up"See you on the ground" You chuckled as you gave him enough room to get onto the pole, before sliding down the metal one next to it.There were cushions beneath it. You had been expecting spikes.And there, besides Chief Petty officer Mendez, were the other members of your team. And Freckles, who looked smug and almost like he was glowing to have reached the line first. He didn't even seem to notice the glare you shot his way as you stepped over the line. Mendez looked down at you, but didn't glare, and instead nodded approvingly at you, and then Jorge as he joined you, James, Nesta and freckles over the finish line. The officer made a mark on his clipboard and smiled.You laid down in the sand, letting the sun bake your skin as the rest of your classmates and fellow conscripts trickled in, with Jorge, James and Nesta all hovering around you. Your palms stung, and there were cuts and patches were the skin had been scraped and rubbed off from all the tough rope you'd been pulling and tugging on. Your hands were red and raw, but the satisfaction at overcoming the obstacles in your way, and getting your teammates across, made it all worth it.Eventually the last few kids made it to the finish line. You didn't see who they were. You just wanted food, badlyCont
>>6158043"Good work, Trainees!" Mendez beamed, almost seeming human as he said it, almost like the pride swelling in his voice was real "Especially you team six, that was some damn fine teamwork. Let's get back to the Barracks and Chow down"You hooted and yelled, cheering with the rest of the students, most of which were covered in mud since they didn't have the good luck to be around when you and jorge were holding the rope bridge steady. But celebrations were cut short, as Mendez cleared his throat, and looked from Freckles, to the other boy in his team, then the girls with blue and red hair, before returning to look down at Freckles, bearing down on him with his best withering glare.You knew it, because he had looked at you with it all morning."All except team three" He said coldly. And Freckles face turned red"But I won!" He whined, eyes shot with anger "I was first""I was second~!" Nesta mocked in sing song"Yes" Mendez began slowly "You were first. But your team came in last"He turned to face you all, as you counted the clouds in the sky."Remember this: You don't win, unless your team wins. One person winning at the expense of the group means you lose"Then he clapped you on the shoulder and nodded"Take team six for example. They didn't leave any of their number behind to the fend for themselves. Number-033 and Number-052, in particular, went out of their way to ensure their squad succeeded, together. And neither did Number-097 and Number-005 abandon Number -033 and Number-052, when they fell behind. Teamwork and Cohesion like that, is why Team Six came in first."You glared at him, feeling both complimented and insulted by his praise. But Dinner was waiting, so you didn't dwell on the pride his words made you feel, or your annoyance at being used as an example by the boot on your neck. Altering Perspective Condition's met for 2 optional objectives 1st: Best in Class. Unlock conditions: Excel and surpass your peers, win war games, go beyond expectations in training/ lessons, show leadership qualities If Best in Class is accepted now. The bonds between Sven, Nesta, Jorge, and James will grow stronger, and Sven will be given better treatment/ accommodations Effects will change & additional rewards will be gained as the objective is progressed Accept Objective, Best in class >Yes>No 2nd: The Chief's favorite. Unlock conditions: Have a good relationship with Mendez, Impress or make Mendez proud, show loyalty to the chief petty officer If The Chief's favorite is accepted now. Mendez will single Sven out, and challenge him constantly to see if the stunt he pulled in the rope gym was a fluke Effects will change as the objective is progressed Accept sub objective, The Chief's favorite? >Yes>NoThe crit fail was the bridge falling with Sven on it. The crit success was everything that followed
>>6158044>Yes>YesMendez isn't a bad guy. He was given a job and did it the the best of his abilities, even though it was to make two separate generations of child soldiers. Plus that opens up more opportunity for us to get more traits. Great update by the way, and I dig the way you handle the success. It's a neat hybrid of typical DC rolls, and degrees of success.
>>6158044Yes for best in class. I like that our bonds are growing stronger, but canonically Jorge and James will be sent to different squads, I wonder if this will alter the timeline in some way. Yes for Chief's favourite. Getting Mendez to watch us personally is probably better than having the stun baton happy broken-nose instructor constantly prodding us.Another great update. Boot camp's pretty fun, can't wait for the survival training.
>>6158044>Yes>YesI like our team look forward to seeing them do more cool shit together.Was fun to read great update!
>>6158044>yesIt will make our death more tragic>NoFuck being loyal to the glowie. I want him to challenge us because we are a trouble maker.
>>6158053>but canonically Jorge and James will be sent to different squadsThe only set in stone S2 teams prior to the FoR are Gray and Black. Even Blue team bounces around members. No guarantee Jorge even gets sent to the Army for NOBLE with the extra 25 candidates and however many S3s Ackerson manages to pull out of his ass this time around.
>>6158044>Yes>NoI don't have anything against Mendez but I think with the three objectives we got now it
>>6158044>Yes>NoExcellent for excellency's sake, not because we're a pet project within a pet project. Never trust bridges again. They got trolls under them, innit?>>6158063Looking at the wording of the unlock conditions, I don't think we have to make him like us, or suck up to him, just be really good and draw his attention that way. He's not out here to make friends with kids, he's here to train them. If we do stuff that fits his end goal with the training that's what he wants. Also Spartans never die, don't you know? And I sure as shit plan on surviving.>>6158065I am quietly hoping that all of the preferred candidates get put into a squad. Even if there are other cool cats in the program I'd like to hang out with, too.
>>6158071>show loyalty to the chief petty officerThat is the only part I dislike of this objective
>>6158044>1st: Best in Class.>Yes>2nd: The Chief's favorite.>No
>>6158073I don't really think it's a "Do all of this" it's just a "these conditions are what advance it". You could probably ignore multiple conditions and still advance the objective, though who knows if it'll be enough to complete it. Besides, this is the military, you're gonna be required to show loyalty no matter what. Unless you want to get shoved in the freezer and only let out when it's killing time. Also, lying is a very good skill everyone should learn.
>>6158044Eat shit, Freckles.>Yes>Yes>>6158073I'm pretty sure the show loyalty thing is just an unlock condition. We unlocked the objective by impressing him, I don't think we have to like the guy especially since choosing it means he's just going to make Sven's life harder.
>>6158044Ah screw it. I'll change my vote to double>yes
>>6158073Well, that is just one of the multiple unlock/ progress conditions for that sub-objective. Oh and some objectives/ advancements/ achievements, have only one way to unlock them, but I ain't spoiling any of them.>>6158071>>6158076>>6158077And you're right on the money. Still, up to you if you accept it or not. You can always decline it now and unlock it again later.
>>6158080>but I ain't spoiling any of them.>Master Chief Petty Officer Sven-033That said, John can have his noncom promotion. Sven will need an officer's commission to Ensign or WO for legitimate mission control.
>>6158080>but I ain't spoiling any of them.One of them is to give Halsey the bird. I can smell it.
>>6158065Just you watch, those 25 extra candidates will all fail the augmentation stage.>>6158063Mendez's not a glowie though, he's spec ops. I don't remember how much percentage of the personnel involved in training the Spartans are ONI glowies, but I don't think any of the instructors are glowies. Plus, like the other said, we just have to impress Mendez with our antics, we can still bend/break the rules aslong as it help proves that we're Spartan/leader material.
>>6158089>Just you watch, those 25 extra candidates will all fail the augmentation stage.I am worried that Shika is in a team full of washouts right now.
>>6158089>Just you watch, those 25 extra candidates will all fail the augmentation stage.I hope not but statistically 40ish% did outright die from the augs. So at 99 candidates that means 40 are gonna die still. Hopefully the budget increase means Halsey puts more funding into the augs.
>>6158087>Piss off Halsey somehow>Piss off ONI so bad they hold a grudge>Murder a guy in training>Ace the land nav training>Beat Tango Company at their own gameAnd probably other basic training-related trait like being a good medic, expert mechanic, sharpshooter, and etc etc. Can't think of anything else we might get during training, maybe learning how to work with AI if we're nice to Deja?>>6158090Jerome managed to be re-augmented later so it should be fine as long as they don't get crippled by the first round of augmentations. I think Ralph managed to escape before he could be re-augmented, so we'll see how things will pan out in this timeline.
>>6158044>>Yes>>No
>>6158094>hey how did this guy get on ONI's bad side, anyway?>he broke out, blew up a fuel depot and false flagged that it was a botched false flag Next level trickery.We can only hope for the best. And prepare for the worst. Though maybe washing out is a better fate in the end.
Man, I hope QM doesn't make us roll for augments (or at least doesn't let us crit fail on that one). I don't look forward to playing cripple quest or dying before our first mission.
>>6158100>get crippled>we are now boss glowieA fate worse than death.
>>6158102>A fate worse than death.Musa and Serin ain't complaining. Washouts can get into some pretty major league spots long a they can still move around. Still, rather not have to roll on something that's completely out of our hands as both the PC and players.
>>6158100I think we'll play Nesta or one of our groupies if that happens
>>6158100>implying that sven's superior genes wouldn't just make the augments work even if they wanted to breakpshaw sir
>>6158096Kek. I want to see that.
>>6158044>Yes>YesThe mendez one specifically says that Sven will be singled out and challenged. Why would I ever vote to pussy out?
>>6158044>Yes>YesShould still let John grow into the Masterchief though, he's still the luckiest and I doubt a lesser man could have pulled off the bullshit he did during the trilogy.
11 Votes Unlock Best in Class Sub-Objective7 votes to unlock The Chief's favorite Sub-Objective4 votes to refuse The Chief's favourite Sub-Objective Both sub objectives have been accepted Current list of sub-objectives and their Present Progress Points/ Stage Troublemaker: 2 out of ? Best in Class: 1 out of ? The Chief's favorite: 1 out of 5Advancement Path Progress Brawler: 1 out of 10 Proceeding...Only have one more update in me tonight>>6158087lol>>6158094Tango Company is not going to have a good time with Sven. Especially if his Troublemaker streak persists, cause he already won't hesitate to hurt the staff.
>>6158191I doubt we could stop him anyway, he's a quick learner and a natural leader once he get over his lone wolf phase.>>6158194Tango Company are sore losers, I won't feel bad for them.
>>6158094>maybe learning how to work with AI if we're nice to Deja?I don't know why it suddenly occurred to me when rereading this, but I wonder if Sven would refer to any AI assistant he gets as a fylgja. And more importantly, if it will call Sven "studmuffin".
>>6158199> I wonder if Sven would refer to any AI assistant he gets as a fylgjaI doubt it. Sven already know what an AI is and all smart AI come with their own name and identity already.How common are AI assistant for Spartan anyway? I thought Cortana was an outlier and that most AIs just handle bases and ships.
>>6158202>How common are AI assistant for Spartan anyway?Not common at all. Smart AI's are strategic assets, not even all capitol ships get them. Dumb AI's are a lot more common but even still, up until the 2550s we'll be lucky if we can get a tac assistant for our entire team unless we score big and get a fixed roster that needs one.
The run back from the playground felt much shorter than the run to it. Maybe that's because at the end of it, dinner was waiting. And just knowing it was made you hungrier, which you hadn't thought was possible. Jorge, Nesta and James keep up with you, with only Mendez and his cronies ahead of you. Feeling like a Ravenous wolf, you forget all the manners your parents had taught you and the moment you get the metal meal tray in your hands, you rush to pile as much turkey and mashed potatoes onto it. Slathering it all in as much gravy as they let you spoon over it, everything smelling and looking too delicious for you to resist getting as much of it as you can. But you can be forgiven for being greedy like a pig, because all you've had to eat today was crackers and milk, and you only had a few bottles of warm salty water before that. You needed as much food as you could cram onto the silvery tray, because might not eat tomorrow, as today's game had shown you. You walk to the tables, with a cob of corn slathered in butter and honey stuffed in your mouth, feeling like a dog with a bone. You don't pay much attention to the conversations the other trainees are having, and devout all of what little energy is left in your body after a day of hard, grueling training into stuffing as much food as you could into your mouth. And quickly, you decided you rather liked turkey, maybe even more than chicken. Especially when you had it with enough gravy for it to swim in. Eventually, after carving a dent out of the mountain of mashed potatoes that reminded you of the pass the doll sized Spartan holograms had defended and chewing through what might've been half of a whole turkey, you're no longer feel like your stomach is busy eating itself. But you don't stop eating. It was one of the survival tips dad had taught you once, that if you aren't sure when your next meal will be, you make sure your current one is as big and hearty as possible. And before today, it just sounded like an excuse for why he cut himself an extra slice of birthday cake every year. But now, the wisdom of that lesson shone as brilliantly as the licked clean surface of the metal tray sitting in front of you. And surprisingly, when you wiped your mouth and gulped down the refreshingly glass of ice cold milk that you were given with the empty tray when you ran into the mess hall, you see that Nesta was already going back for seconds while Jorge was chewing on a turkey bone thoughtfully and James had...completely ignored the meat and tuber mash to get himself a stack of icecream and brownies. Looking around, you saw Jai, thumbing the plastic fork and knife in his hands and knew immediately what he was planning to do with them. You'd watched enough spy movies to know he was going to use them to try and get out of here...somehow. You weren't sure how, but maybe he knew how to lick locks. Cont
>>6158202>Sven already know what an AI isSven probably also knows what a scientist is but he's still calling Ms. Labcoat a volva.
>>6158204Or was planning on stabbing a guard with the knife after sharpening it...maybe? You pondered this, before the clatter of a metal tray next to you interrupted those thoughts."We make a good team" the pig tailed red head said happily, a chipper smile on her face as she lifted up a forkfull of oozing brownie to her lips and waved it back and forth "You should stick with me, -033""My name is Sven" you grumbled through a mouthful of gravy and milk "Sven..."She put a finger to her lips and nudged with her head to the instructors watching a bunch of six years old act like pigs in muck, and then shook her head"Not a good idea" She warned and you figured out quickly that saying your family name would earn you punishment, even after the compliments Mendez had for you, for some reason, that made you more sullen than angry "But I think we should stick together. Obviously everyone here were used to being the big kid on their block, but you, well, you are the big kid amongst ua big kids. Problem is, way I see it, you're too used to that being enough to get through life. Me, I got street smarts"She stuffed the brownie into her mouth, chocolate dribbling down her chin as she kicked her legs under the table"Anhd ah cahn" She says, mouth full with molten pastry as you listen, idly carving ditches into what's left of potato mountain, before she swallowed and kept talking without pausing "Keep you out of trouble, since you seem to be a jinx""Are you asking to be my friend?" You ask slowly, and she shrugged her shoulder"I guess" She brightly replied "Offers still on the table, I could use some muscle round here, least till I figure out who to keep away from"Both of you turned to watch an instructor walk by"Outside of the obvious ones" You whispered as Jorge slided closer, pulling James along with him"I like Sven, not sure if I like you" He said, nodding to Nesta "He's got a good head on his shoulders. He tried to help another boy escape""Yeah, heard he damn near fought off half our trainers. And earned himself an older admirer" Nesta snickered as somewhere down the hall, some poor kid did something to deserve a prod with a shock stick "Oh yeah! You were the guy who broke that instructor's nose. Is it true they strapped you to your bed after? How's your eye feeling?" James, suddenly talkative asked, jabbing his fork at your less swollen by still black eye. Maybe he was talking more because all the sweets he'd eaten had given him a sugar rush."As bad as it looks, I'm guessing" You joke, feeling at ease and safe around these three. You weren't sure if they were your friends yet, but you'd like to think they were."So, friends? Partners of convivence?" Nesta asked as you gnawed on the plastic utensil still stuck in your mouth, thinking. "Sure!" You cheerfully answer, setting your fork down "And I like you to Jorge, you should be my friend as well"Cont
>>6158207"Thought we already were barátok, after the fun we had today" He answered, but shook the hand you offered as Nesta's constant smile turned weaselly, like she'd just played a prank you hadn't noticed yet"What bout me?" James asked around the crisp brownie in his mouth."Sure, you can be my friend to" Nesta answered, and Jorge nodded"Of course. We couldn't have won Ring the Bell without you" You laugh, as you leave to grab desert, and think about what you'd talk about with your new friends. And as you walked away, you spotted Freckles, sitting alone and looking confused, watching everyone else eat. His three teammates from earlier weren't sitting with him, not that you can blame him. They must've been having the same dinner he was. A pitcher of water without Ice. >Ignore him, he's made his bed, he can sleep in it (Get desert, talk with your new friends, and rest for tomorrow's training)>Follow Jai's example and sneak out a plastic knife (Focus on preparing for your next escape attempt)>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some food >See if you can't make anymore friends already. You're feeling popular!>Write in option
>>6158208And that's all for tonight. If I don't think I'll be able to update tomorrow, I'll let you all know. I'll be aiming to make one or more updates though.
>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some foodFine with any of these options. And thanks for the run. No idea why you were nervous about getting it started, seems like you've got a solid grasp on writing and QM'ing so far.
>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some food Daddy taught us to protect the weak, this seems like the right thing to do.>>6158203Best bet's probably going to be rescuing one from a facility under attack, then.>>6158206Fair.
>>6158210Thanks, QM. You're doing great with these massive updates, don't burn yourself out.
>>6158208Hm...what are the serving trays like? Are they just stamped metal like pic related?If they are, and Sven has the grip strength, he might be able to work one of the lips or corners back and forth until it breaks off.As for concealing that, we pocket the resulting sliver of metal and turn the trays in stacked up with ours in the middleHopefully they won't realize one's been damaged until they start doing dishes, by which point we'll be back in our bunks.
>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some food A beating from our favourite instructor is likely to follow but oh well.
>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some foodwe are the defender of the weak and in this case the stupid.
>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some foodGreat update once again QM.
>>6158220I'm sure she'll learn at some point that beating us will only make us stronger.
>>6158233It'll make us tougher, sure, but what it's gonna mainly gonna do is multiply the level of righteous ass-beating we lay on her next time.
>>6158208>>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some foodI would like to prepare for round two, but we got the shit kicked out of us pretty hard, we need a hot minute to heal up. Planning an Op when you aren't even full strength can lead to worse results. Besides, it'd probably be pretty easy to just pile a fuckton of turkey up and get it lubed up with gravy and have some surreptitiously slip off of our tray as we walk by Freckles. They'll probably hit us for it, but they'll hurt us less for an "accident" as a waste of food than for a detected obfuscation. Hope you got fast hands, little John. >>6158234>every time she beats us it upgrades the danger level of the wrestling move we are gonna put her inRight now we're at suplex, next is an elbow bomb, gods help her if she makes it to any variant of the pile driver Tombstone time
>>6158208>Ignore him, he's made his bed, he can sleep in it (Get desert, talk with your new friends, and rest for tomorrow's training)Frankly, I'd rather try to sneak something out for the other 3
>>6158208>>Follow Jai's example and sneak out a plastic knife (Focus on preparing for your next escape attempt)
>>6158238I wonder where they are. Hey if they're sitting next to Freckles we could probably trip over his foot and drop our entire tray near them all. Then we can REALLY get the piss smacked out of us. And him, when we blame him for tripping us. I'm sure he'll only be a little mad.
>>6158208>Ignore him, he's made his bed, he can sleep in it (Get desert, talk with your new friends, and rest for tomorrow's training)Character building. We'll be seeing more of John anyway.
>>6158238Ah damn, I totally forgot about Kelly, Sam, and the other one. I'll switch my vote from >>6158215 to sneak food for all of them if that's possible.
>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some foodBut tell him he's a dumbass for not fully listening to the assignment and even more for leaving his team behind.>>6158210No need to stress QM. Your delivering such large updates that people can wait a bit for them.
>>6158208>See if you can't make anymore friends already. You're feeling popular!
>>6158208>Follow Jai's example and sneak out a plastic knife (Focus on preparing for your next escape attempt)
>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some food
>>6158208>>Ignore him, he's made his bed, he can sleep in it (Get desert, talk with your new friends, and rest for tomorrow's training)
>>6157840i believe it will return not sure when. But one day>>6157646perhaps>>6157723the problem with blade weapons is that they are human tech. So it would work only for unarmored enemies or purposefully exposed parts of covenant armors. Not exactly good news during melee. This said a lot of covenant go around with exposed parts like Elite and their faces. Thats why something for blunt damage might help just on any occasion even with armor. Our engineers will take a while for adapt covenant tech to the human one, so you will need to probably wait for that.>>6157788We likely get custom stuff, not sure on the first mission. But spartans get a lot of toys to play around from the UNSC in general>>6158208>Take Pity on Freckles and try to sneak him some food
>>6158506>So it would work only for unarmored enemies or purposefully exposed parts of covenant armors. Not exactly good news during melee.Emile made it work. Naturally the deficiencies will be present regardless, however my theme-chasing is an unstoppable urge. And we will be facing some fellow humans for a little while. It'll also look sick as hell on the armor.
>>6158506>Not exactly good news during melee.We're a Spartan. Fred is known for using combat knives like a can opener on Elites. We don't need blunt weapons when the UNSC has high entropy super alloys that make even covenant nanolam look like tinfoil.>believe it will return not sure when. But one dayI wish Thunderhead would at least say something before he flakes. It's been twice now he just disappears without a word.
>>6158506>>6158510>>6158514A mace or morningstar for Sven... the OG solution to armored enemies. I know that swords were the rich viking's weapon, and the axe the stereotypical viking's weapon, so people might want to see Sven with one of those - but the real viking military weapon was the short spear, and that's not even being discussed, so I don't feel bad about altering the aesthetic.Maces weren't unknown among the Vikings, just rare, and I love the thought of crushing skulls.
>>6158538>A mace or morningstar for Sven... the OG solution to armored enemies.My point was we don't NEED a specialized melee weapon when a war era combat knife in the hands of a spartan can put holes in Covenant warship grade armor as if it was aluminum foil. That being said, a true short spear like an iklwa would be cool as hell.
>>6158538Well the main drawback with a spear, even a shortspear is the amount of space it takes up to have on hand. Anywhere you put it it'll get in the way or risk getting caught on things. They're fantastic in use but a pain at any other time. A shortspear for Sven would probably still be about six feet long. Maybe seven. Too long to find a single part of the body where it could be placed that wouldn't impede movement or run the risk of tangling, be it on other kit or the surroundings. An argument could be made for an ikwa type spear but at that point you have a particularly large spearhead in your hand, not a real spear. Which is really just a dagger in practice. If it weren't for those hangups I'd be down to fuck with a spear. Spears aren't just the weapon of choice for vikings, they were the weapon of choice for soldiers and warriors since the first moment people realized they could make battle lines. And even before that when we lived in caves. The spear is humanity's finest tool of war. Simple and elegant but oh so effective.
>>6158208>See if you can't make anymore friends already. You're feeling popular!>>6158538>A mace or morningstar for Sven... the OG solution to armored enemies>the axe the stereotypical viking's weaponThe viking axes with the downward-hook could be fairly useful. Those were used to catch an enemy's shield and pull it out of the way, which would easily work on the standard Jackal infantry. Sven may end up being rebranded an Einherjar rather than a Spartan at this rate though. Maces are fine overall. Morningstars are iffy because articulated weapons in general have problems with controlling them, but if the "chain" part isn't very long relative to the total handle maybe it adds a little reach without much weight.
Rebooting...Monitor 404TormentedCache back online Took longer to stop being busy than I expected. And that's a lot of votes + discussion. Love to see it!9 Votes for taking pity on Freckles/John 117 + 2votes to try and get food to all of team 3 + 1 to specifically disguise the attempt as tripping1 vote for macgyvering a meal tray into a shiv4 votes for sneaking out a plastic fork and focus on preparing for another escape attempt2 Votes for just hanging out with your new friends2 Votes for trying to make new friendsPretty clear winner here Decision made Proceeding... >>6158214Thank you for the compliment, and yeah, this is turning out much less stressful than I imagined it to be>>6158216I won't, promise. I'm just pumped that you guys are liking this so much>>6158231Thanks as well
Your heart twisted in your chest, stinging worse than any of the aches rippling and digging into the muscles of your arms and legs. It just wasn't right. Even if it was his own fault he wasn't enjoying the turkey dinner the rest of you were, even if it was his fault that three others had to go without as well. But as you turned your back and started to walk away, trying to push the pitiful look freckles had on his face as he quietly sipped water from the pitcher in front of him, the pangs of concern didn't go away. And the more longer the thought of whose fault it was Freckles and his team weren't eating hung around like a dark cloud over your head, the more you realized that No, it wasn't his fault. It was Mendez and his stupid rules of his stupid game. Sure Freckles didn't pay attention and left his team behind, but it was the Chief Petty Officer, the head of the gang of uniformed bullies, that decided to loser didn't get to eat. It could've just been a team of slow or unlucky kids that lost, and then they wouldn't have gotten dinner after all the rigorous and exhausting training he ran all of the recruits through. It was cruel and petty, and there was no reason for it. While you didn't know much about it, you knew people needed to eat and eat well to build muscles and stamina, it was one reason you were so strong besides being just bigger than other boys your age, you had a generous appetite. If they were trying to train you to protect people, make you into some kind of mix between soldier and superhero, then they needed to feed you all, and lots of healthy food to. The sweets obviously were to try and make the other kids forget the whole kidnapping thing, what kid didn't start liking someone a little more when given treats? That was working. But what about the punishment of having no dinner, after being forced to do training that felt like it was just a step away from killing you all from over exertion? No! It had no point, no purpose, besides to be another tool of control, like the full course roast turkey dinner and generous desserts! Like the shock sticks, and it could've just been Mendez wanting to see Freckles suffer, not just at the hands of his goons, but his own teammates for costing them their dinner.Snorting, feeling your face flush and turn red as the blood in your veins warmed with renewed anger as your rebellious spirit, not crushed or pushed back despite all the torturous exercises and proud looks and praises the Chief Petty Officer gave you and the rest of Team Six, and certainly not bowed down from the all the beatings you'd already received in two days, you decided to commit a small act of resistance. A silent protest against the Officers running the camp, and the scientists like that Volva who introduced you all to the program after they brought you here, where you still didn't know where in the galaxy you were! Cont
>>6158706 Troublemaker PP/R:2, Modifier in effect: Sven knows more about The SPARTAN 2 compounds security But even with a head full of steam, you knew walking up to Freckles and the rest of them wouldn't result in anything besides a few new bruises darkening your snow paled skin. No, you had to be clever. Jai had the right idea. The instructors were probably paying more attention to make sure no member of team three had pity taken upon them and got food they weren't allowed to have tonight. Walking up to them, or trying to sneak it to them in the cafeteria was next to impossible. Maybe Nesta could do it, since she seemed to have a knack for avoiding trouble, must've been the street smarts she mentioned when she asked to be your friend. But you certainly couldn't. Not least because the guards seemed to paying even closer attention to you then they did this morning, after you broke the nose of one of their own and bruised a couple more.But...they already noticed you eating messily, stuffing your face like a runt piglet. If you were careful about doing it, hid where your fork was actually going when you hunched over your tray and acted like you were stuffing your face. You could probably sneak out a few morsels.And while you're sure Freckles would prefer a brownie, you knew, just from what little you understood about proper nutrition that your old school teachers had taught you, that turkey and potatoes would be better for him and the others. And why not squirrel away a few treats for yourself. Smirking, you carried out your plan, hoping the starving kids of Team 3 could forgive a little sweat and lint on their turkey and potatoes and grabbed a "Second" helping for yourself, along with a plate of deserts, which you indulged in as Nesta, sitting closest to you, watched you stuff a few strips of turkey and rolled balls of mashed potatoes down the neck of your sweatshirt, but she didn't tattle. You don't think Jorge or James noticed, but if they did, you trusted them not to snitch.And when you were escorted back to the barracks, and before you were taken to the showers again, you carefully watched where Freckles and each of his teammates were bunked down. Now all you needed was a distraction"TRAINEE-006! WHAT IS THIS I FOUND IN YOUR BOOT!" A young, black haired drill instructor roared, as he grabbed Poor Jai by his arm, hiked up the leg of his sweatpants, and revealed the plastic knife he'd snuck out. Sorry Jai, you thought to yourself. But that incredibly lucky distraction would only last a second and you knew that you'd be next for a pat down. With the barrack distracted by Jai getting scolded and hit, you hustled over to the bunks of Team 3, and sneakily deposited a handful of turkey and mashed potatoes under their blankets, where'd they'd see it when they were sent to bed. Cont
>>6158707Or, that was the plan anyway. They'd had worse happen to them than laying down on a handful of mashed up potatoes, you decide as you scurried back to your own bunk and before you could be pat down, shoved the brownies you'd snuck inside your sleeves in your mouth, wiping the crumbs away quickly.You don't know if Team three found their gifts, since the moment you got out of the showers, you'd collapsed onto your bunk and fell asleep, tired but satisfied in the small victories of the day, like winning the game of ring the bell, making new friends, and the small good deed you did right under the noses of the guards constantly stalking around. 0530 Hours, September 25, 2517 (Military Calendar)/ Epsilon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, Planet Reach The morning was the same as the last, exercising and trying to keep up with Chief Petty Officer Mendez during his morning calisthenics and run, then attending Deja's lessons until the afternoon. And you entered the class room excited, since today, as she'd promised yesterday, you were learning about Wolves. Even if, it seemed, for some reason, Mendez had it out for you in the morning exercises, saying you didn't do enough when you swore you'd counted to exactly a hundred each time...But, the Chief Shark was the last instructor you wanted to give a reason to pull out his Baton."I think we're still on Reach" Jorge whispered as the two of you sat next to each other, watching as a wolf pack of seven ran through a holographic meadow and forest, chasing after a moose as The AI teacher explained their hunting tactics and how they used team work to take down the bigger animal."Reach?" You asked, swallowing a clump of crackers and milk"Isn't that one of the rich inner colonies?" James chimed in "How can you tell, and what do you mean by still?""I was born on Reach" Jorge says happily, tapping his forehead "and I recognize its night sky, Where the stars are"For a second, a plan to sneak jorge out of the compound formed, but was washed away by a wave of sorrow as you thought about the Aurora lights above New Oslo, and your favourite place by the lake to watch them dance in the night sky. Would you ever see them again. Rescue had to come soon. Surely people would notice you were missing. That a hundred six year old kids had been snatched up and taken across the stars. Maybe this was a secret military base?The pained brays and injured bellows of the illusionary beast cut of those thoughts, and you winced as the wolves, biting when the rest of the pack had the big antlered beasts attention, drew blood and tore off chunks of fur and living muscle from the sides of the moose. It was like watching a horror movie, seeing them track and then kill the poor moose. And as Deja explained how long they would survive off such a meal, the seven holographic wolves tore apart the carcass of the moose. Cont
>>6158709Nesta seemed enthralled by the gory sight, while you couldn't look away as bone and sinew were exposed. It stirred an old memory, of the stories your father told you, over a bottle of strong liquor and campfire smoke."Blood Eagle. It was how we used to kill our enemies. Once, a great king, on earth, long before it united and spread out to the stars, was captured by his enemies, the Christians of England" He said, as the smoke swirled and surrounded him, almost mystically, making your father seem more ghost than man "And thrown into a pit of snakes. His sons, furious, raised an army of all the men in Scandinavia, and sailed to the lands of their father's murderers, and waged a great war against them. The Great Heathen army, united for a single cause, for revenge, slaughtered the Christian armies even though their armor was sturdier and their blades sharper, and when they captured the king who fed their father to serpents, Aela was his name, they"You froze, the classroom as suddenly cold as that new Noergr night, seeing the memory of your father as he acted out performing a blood eagle on an invisible body as you watched the wolves rip open and spill out the steaming, holographic guts of the moose they'd hunted down."Break the ribs through their back, slowly, with an axe, as he was forced to kneel" "Reach into the open wound, and pluck out his lungs, and hang them on his shoulders, like a pair of eagle wings'"And only then, he would be allowed to die and given to the gods. Little Sven? Do you know how long it has been?""Since when?" you mouthed, vividly recalling the crazed look in your dad's eyes as he told you"Why, since the gods have been fed! And I can think of plenty deserving sacrifices out there, in the stars!"The projected moose finally died, and you hoped that they didn't live that long in real life, that they died before wolves ate them as you swallowed and clenched your hands into unsteady fists"Sven?" James asked, shaking you, as you imagined a man in place of the moose and hooded killers in place of the wolves"I'm fine" You muttered, shaking the nightmare day dream out of your mind, but Jorge and James still looked at you with concern. Nesta was still admiring the wolves handiworkThe run back to the rope gym was the same, the playground itself was not. They'd taken away some of the bridges, made the basket pulleys more complicated, and raised the center pole by ten more meters. Your stomach clenched just looking up at it. Two days of hard training had made you more tired than you knew was possible, and it became all to easy to picture yourself, or one of your new friends, falling from that and... you shuddered, a flash of the wolf pack's fresh kill flashing in your mind.Cont
>>6158711"Same Teams as Yesterday!" Mendez announced, smirking as you turned to you and the rest of Team Six, James already scanning the forest of nets and poles as Nesta winced and rubbed her forehead, as if Mendez' attention physically pained her "Try not to let team six humiliate you as badly as they did in the first round of Ring the bell"And now it was your turn to wince, but you couldn't stop a smile from forming. Maybe that would make the other kids actually try and challenge you, instead of just keeping out of your way. Freckles team seemed more concerned with pushing him around, and looked to be threatening him. Hopefully for all four of them, he got it through his thick head that this was a team building exercise as much as it was a game. "We need to make a plan" Nesta whispered "The course is a lot more complicated than it was yesterday""Already on it, I think I found one or two quick ways through it" James whispered back as Jorge rubbed his elbows and your still aching hands stung as you looked the course up and down"Without any trap bridges?" He asked nervously, just before the signal to start was given.This time, Freckle's blue haired teammate, took the lead immediately. Faster than you knew someone, even an adult, even the instructors here, could move. She reminded you of a rabbit."Cunt!" Nesta shouted an english word you didn't know "They found a faster root! Catch her Sven! Jorge!"You started running, but even with your longer strides, neither you or Jorge got anywhere closer to her, and Freckles and the other boy on his team were playing defense for their teammate. You really didn't want to hit or knock over either of them, and didn't need to. This was just a race, but Nesta made it sound like all four of you were planning on coming in first, by any means necessary. Another boy, with Ralph and -103marked on his shirt, had got their before either you or Freckles, he was trying to force the blue haired girl, who you saw was named Kelly and assigned the number -087"Get out, I'm going" He began before he saw you looming near, and looked like he'd just spun around to face a bear. But Freckles and the other boy got to him first, and shoved him out of the way."What are you doing! Get them!" Nesta yelled, as she and James started to catch up. You and Jorge exchanged glasses, as Freckles, who you now saw was called John-117, and the other boy, Samuel-034. And the only girl with hair redder than hers, the last member of team three, threw herself at the shrieking, pig tailed wearing girl, who deftly stepped out of the way. As if she sensed she was coming"Still don't know if I like her" Jorge said with a shake of his head, as the two of you stood to the side, and let John, Sam, and Kelly use the basket. Freck...er, John, gave you a strange look as they started to pull themselves up, combining their strength to pull the basket. It would've been faster if they had someone like you to stay down and pull the rope.Cont
>>6158713But they were waiting for someone, someone you let pass you by. Jorge did to. Nesta might be your friend, but she was being annoying and pushy today.The other girl, Linda-058, leaped and grabbed onto the edge of the basket as it started to rise, and Nesta...well, yelled a bunch of what sounded like gibberish, but could've been her native language, as they ascended higher and higher, their basket swinging in the wind. The sight of the four of them at the weather's mercy, shooting a chill down your spine. And seeing them bounce against the pole made your blood freeze in your veins."Faster" Freckles yelled out, as you watched, heart tight and mind racing, worrying they'd all fall. That you'd see what happened when someone dropped from fifty meters upSomehow, they weren't the first to reach the bell, but all four of them got to ring it in sequence, like you and your friends did yesterday. Your team was right behind them, but the other teams caught up by then, and team six was barely able to get in fifth place, two spots behind Fre...John and his teammates. But you were just happy they wouldn't have to suffer like they did last night, and neither did your friends. You think...you could managed a missed dinner, now. You certainly could manage a grouchy nesta, with Jorge and James backing you up. But in the days that followed, you never found out if you actually could. Every day was the same, the only differences being Deja's lesson for the day was and how many more Jumping Jacks Mendez insisted you needed to do, and who got punished for slacking or mouthing off, and if Nesta wanted to pick a fight with one of the other trainees or not. Besides that, the days began to blend and blur togetherUntil the fifth day of training. Or, you were pretty sure you'd only been in the program for that long. You hoped you weren't wrong. That it hadn't been longerThe day the instructors gave you all your first mandatory haircuts... 1120 Hours, September 28, 2517 (Military Calendar)/ Epsilon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, Planet Reach It was chaos. Pandemonium. You knew something was off when instead of being lead to Miss Deja's classroom, the trainers herded you to another building in the compound. Then Mendez said you were getting all getting haircuts. And to your shock, that is what made kids who you knew to fall and line and listen to every order barked at them, to actually fight back and complain.Most of them were girls. Kelly, with her bright blue hair which you'd learned in the few conversations you had with her when nesta force an...encounter with her team during the daily game of ring the bell, was very protective of and adored her dyed hair. And Nesta, despite having hair that looked like it had been cut with sheeps' shears, also resisted having her hair shorn down.Cont
>>6158715Kelly needed three instructors to hold her down after she tore the clippers from the Master Sergeant acting as the classes barber, and Nesta bit him in the air after he untangled her pigtails, hard enough to drawblood. Jai had to be strapped down, and you were worried you would be to. And as you watched the struggle to shave your fellow trainees bald, you found your hand in your hair, constantly reaching and stroking its fine golden locks without thinking about it you watched the other children lose theirs.Mom had always said it was very nice hair, better than her own, and that it should be taken care of and combed often. The hours you spent with her doing just that, were some of the memories that warmed you the most on the cold, lonely nights in the barracks."Sven, my cub, have I ever told you of old king Harald Fairhair?" You heard her voice, through the yells and buzzing of the clippers "He had hair, near as fine as yours, but he loved a princess and swore an oath, until the day he was king and she was his queen, he would not cut, or comb his hair. They called him Tanglehair then. But once he had become king, all men called him fairhair, for how beautiful his hair was when it was properly cared for, don't you want to be like Old king Harald, Sven?"Little Shika walked up diligently, two places in line in front of you, getting sheared as easily as a sheep was as Nesta still fought to keep her red hair. You think she only struggled so much to one up Kelly. Nesta, you'd learned over the last few days, was extremely competitive. Most of the class was, but none one as much as her. It meant you, Jorge, and James got into fights, which you found out were a lot more fun than your dad made them out to beYour hand was in your hair again, stroking through it, letting the strands slip between your fingers. Just now, you realized how much you loved your hair. Daisy was next, you think you saw her crying as her nice blonde hair was cut and drifted to the floor. Your heart was pounding. You were next. Your hair was next. The hair your mother loved to comb, every day. >Let your hair get shaved off without a fight, swearing to yourself, when you get out of here, you will never cut it again. Like King Harald!>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)>Help hold down Nesta, before she makes them break out the Shock Sticks>Mourn your hair, and calm those who also love their hair with the song your mother used to sing when she combed it>Write in optionThat took longer than I anticipated. But I am feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed tonight, and think I have a few more updates in me.
>>6158711Good Lord, our dad is rather intense, huh. He'd probably sign up to the army when the Covenant invades.>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)We've been resisting them at every step, I don't see why we'd stop now.
>>6158716Braid and keep a lock of our hair as a private memento of what they've taken from us
>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)Poor Daisy.
>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)Troublemakers gotta make trouble, and if we just give up one of our most cherished memories without a fight that's little bitch behavior. We will make it back to our parents, one day
>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)They can take our hair at the expense of a few teeth and pints of blood.
>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)No giving up without a fight!
>>6158716>>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)If they want something of ours they must pay for it. It's only fair. And it seems the only thing they are willing to put up for barter is their bodies. Strange currency indeed.
>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)
>>6158717>He'd probably sign up to the army when the Covenant invades.Doubt it. It's been implied quite a lot that Sven's parents are Innies.
>>6158746To be fair, it wasn't unheard of for those with anti-UEG sentiments to enlist anyways in the wake of Harvest. I can imagine Sven's father might see a larger threat to New Oslo's sovereignty in the Covenant as well, at least in the short term.It really depends on how bitter he is I suppose.
>>6158720>keep a lock of our hair as a private mementoI like that idea, a bit weird for it to be our own hair but having a memento of our time with our mother might be nice.>>6158746Sorry, bad wording, meant that he'd sign up to fight against the aliens, doesn't have to be with the UNSC. Although, I'm not sure how involved innies were during the war, I just know that there's a general non-aggression pact.
I feel like every time Sven does something violent, or escalates his violence, Halsey shivers in delight. She's gonna hear that he went for scissors and she'll probably perk up like she just shotgunned an espresso. A natural inclination and aptitude for violence? And more importantly instinctive use of any and all tools and environment to facilitate it? Vibrating with excitement. Sven really is the big brother of this outfit. Always getting into trouble but looking out for his dumb little siblings. >>6158756If he immediately suspects that someone did -something- with his son and those people are the blubberment I can see him going full mask-off terrorist warlord. I think it'll depend on how far he goes into misery and how he copes with it. Or if he can be tricked by ONI's facade.
>>6158761I figure he'd get a general idea of what happened once he checks out the scene of the crime. Given the general incompetence of our kidnappers, I can imagine they left plenty of evidence for somebody familiar with Sven and that area of New Oslo.He might be under the assumption they kidnapped us to gain leverage over him, but you're right in that he might go mask-off once he finds out. The booze would probably also help make that decision easier, but who's to say?
>>6158761>I can see him going full mask-off terrorist warlordFunny part is it wouldn't even be the first time. Naomi-010's (who's a swede) father ended up going innie after her clone died and he realized it wasn't actually her. I think a few other parents went criminal or something too.>I feel like every time Sven does something violent, or escalates his violence, Halsey shivers in delight.She'll likely revise and optimize our specific indoctrination plan. No chance she goes easy on highly prospective candidates.
>>6158716>Mourn your hair, and calm those who also love their hair with the song your mother used to sing when she combed it No matter what we will lose our hair but the their is a reason why people make songs to remember stuff. And we will remember this.
>>6158761Given how the entire project has an oddly Nordic bend to it, she's probably got butterflies in her stomach realizing she probably captured a genuine fucking berserker in the making.
>>6158766Well, they can sing songs about the instructor we're about to slice up. I'm sure that'd make a nice little ditty.
>>6158767>INB4 she's a nordaboo.
>>6158769She doesn't seem to have a particular preference for any one culture, but at the same time she probably constantly compares Sven to old Norse figures whenever he comes up in her journals.
>>6158763>Given the general incompetence of our kidnappersI sincerely hope they were -not- fired so they could botch more jobs and spare people of the massive overreach and human rights violations.>>6158764>No chance she goes easy on highly prospective candidates.Absolutely. I wouldn't be surprised if she called Mendez aside already and gave him some specific instructions on top of his already extracurricular attentions. >>6158767>that one person in charge of naming everything when the physical manifestation of their headcannon aesir is a candidate in the program>"Oh he wants to be a brick wall? I will name him Garm in my notes, the guard dog of Hel. I am also creaming my jorts. End entry."
>>6158767Only MJOLNIR does, Halsey barrows shit from everywhere. Other nordic themed items like GUNGNIR aren't her projects or purview. Section 3 does loads of parallels stuff jsut to see what competing teams come up with.>>6158774>wouldn't be surprised if she called Mendez aside alreadyGood chance. Mendez and Halsey are VERY good at their jobs here. Only one Spartan II joined the innies, and Soren is such an outlier even in that regard that even Halsey felt bad about it.
damn I have no time to read *and* vote, I'll catch up later!>>6158716>You weren't going to not put up a fight, when girls were fighting tooth and nail! And these idiots brought scissors along with their clippers! (Fight back!. DC 16)The fact that they didn't use anesthetics on Sven from the get-go means they haven't learnt their lesson proper yet.>>6158588>Morningstars are iffy because articulated weapons in general have problems with controlling them, but if the "chain" part isn't very long relative to the total handle maybe it adds a little reach without much weight.You're thinking about a flail (and the long-chained ones can be an utter meme of a weapon as you say). A morning star is a solid mace with spikes instead of flanges.
>>6158784>>>IP changeAAAAI'm >>6157788 >>6158271
>>6158761>>6158763Yeah, I can imagine our dad realizing something's wrong the moment his titan of a son just drop dead from sickness after being near indestructible for most of his life.>>6158784They probably didn't expect a boy to go insane over something as seemingly minor as a haircut.
11 Votes to fight back2 votes Braid and keep a lock of hair as a memento1 Vote to mourn/sing a dirge for you excellent hair, Decision made Please roll 1d20. DC 16. Best out of three
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>6158810Punch, Kick, it's all in the mind!
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6158810>>6158812Oh bugger.
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>6158810
>>6158814>>6158815Well we -almost- get em. They avoided a shanking, this time. >tfw the barber is the competent one
>>6158815Damn, we didn't quite manage to spill any intestines.
>>6158815So close! Failure, 2 under Target Number. Proceeding...
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>6158810too late but lets see if I can get another crit.
>>6158829I guess the dice really wanted a 14 this time.
>>6158815>>6158829It's fated to be. At least it wasn't a 1 and then we just go bald.
The thought of losing it made the whole world feel off balance and sent your stomach into summersaults. It also made you angry, angrier than you'd been in days, as mad as you were when you realized you been kidnapped and taken from your home. But the fire boiling your blood just grew hotter and hotter as you plodded up to the chair, the Sergeant turned barber eyeing you suspiciously. He was a new face, but must've heard of your earlier behavior. He also gripped the clippers in his hands far more firmly, after having them knocked out of them by Kelly. The suspicion in his eyes turned bitter and mean after he saw you smiling at the red, bleeding teeth marks Nesta left on his arms. But, that smile was just a distraction.Because as you'd marched up to the chair, you noticed a metallic glint on the table. A pair of sharp, hair cutting scissors. The idiots brought a pair of scissor with their electric shavers. That was a mistake. A big one. Cause if girls were willing to fight tooth and nail for their cherished hair, then so would you! You'd be a wimp if you didn't. They want something of yours they had to earn it and pay a price for it. And what you wanted was blood. And maybe, if you acted quick enough, in the confusion you or maybe another trainee could reach the fence line."Far too long for regulations" He grumbled, but you could tell by the smirk under his whiskers that he was enjoying this and making fun of you as he leaned in to begin roughly shaving the hair your mother had so dearly loved and you had worked so hard to keep nice and soft and healthy. As he turned the clippers back on, you made your move, not having been tied down to the chair yet like Jai had.But the master Sergeant was faster. And grabbed you by the wrist like a vice, crushing your hand in his as your fingers clawed and pulled at the scissors, sending them clattering to the floor. You snarled, barring your teeth like a wolf, as the older, military man glared ice into your eyes.Then the world spun around, and white sparks filled your vision and ringing deafened your ears. You slumped back in the chair, suddenly no longer able to breath through your nose, and with something warm flowing out of it. The barber sergeant pulled his bloody hand back, having slammed it in a palm against your face, giving you a bloody, a maybe broken nose. You groaned, as blood dripped onto your grey sweats, concussed and unable to form a coherent thought.But the anger remained, and only grew more intense, going hot again as you felt the shaver buzz over your head, and watched your hair fall like strands of spun gold."No one likes a trouble maker, Trainee-033" He said calmly "And you should best learn the chain of command, quick""Faen ta deg" You spat at him woozily, knowing mother would forgive you for the bad language quicker than she would your lost hair. And soon, tears flowed down your cheeks, as your bloody nose dripped and your hair fell the floor.Cont
>>6158850 Sub objective: Trouble maker, Progress Points/ Stage: 3. Instructors/ trainers/ Guards authorized to use more intense means/ measures to subdue you. eHarder punishments & disciplines will be meted out. Preferred candidate unique effect: Sven-033's temper worsens & he is easy to anger/ more violent while angry It takes days for you to be able to smell anything or talk right after, and your nose still looks a little bent out of shape in the mirror, but your friends console you for your loss, even Nesta does in her own, curse word laden way. The daily routine of the program continues, with only minor differences between the days exercises, class room lessons, and Mendez' "Games". All that seems to have changed, besides the entire class being shaved bald or near enough to it, is that you feel angrier. Angry that you're helpless. That you're still in the compound. That no one has come to save you all. That the instructors get away with their bullying. And a dozen other reasons, big and small. But there's nothing you can do, but bite down and bear through it. At least Miss Deja is nice, still. How long have you been stuck here, doing the same things over and over everyday? Has it already been a month? >Over the days/ weeks following the haircut, plan an escape with Nesta>try to ignore your situation, by sticking close to your friends/ squad, and help the other kids you like>Focus on and ask more questions during Deja's classes, since besides the daily games, they're the only thing enjoyable in boot camp>Try and learn your friend's languages/ teach them Norwegian, because the longer you stay here, the more you hate speaking English>write in option
>>6158852>Focus on and ask more questions during Deja's classes, since besides the daily games, they're the only thing enjoyable in boot camp
>>6158852>Try and learn your friend's languages/ teach them Norwegian, because the longer you stay here, the more you hate speaking EnglishEscape is very rapidly turning into a no-go, at least right now. We already know we're a long way from New Oslo, so until we can actually work a space worthy vehicle, it's a little pointless to try and escape.I say we bide our time and make our instructors' lives a living hell while we do it.
>>6158852>>Focus on and ask more questions during Deja's classes, since besides the daily games, they're the only thing enjoyable in boot campI wouldn't put it past them to leave secrets in the lessons, a reward for the discerning spartan-to-be.
>>6158852>>Focus on and ask more questions during Deja's classes, since besides the daily games, they're the only thing enjoyable in boot campBrains must be nurtured just as brawns. Tell us robo-lady, what is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?Though I would like to try and get out, or try and learn languages, which is another brainy thing. We'll bide our time. Make them think we aren't looking at the walls as much. Be cunning like the raven.
>>6158858African or European?
>>6158852At this point, we're going to have to keep a list of all the guards who wronged us.>try to ignore your situation, by sticking close to your friends/ squad, and help the other kids you likeProtect the weak and break a few over-zealous guards' bones when we can. They're paying way too much attention to us now to even try to escape.
>>6158852>Focus on and ask more questions during Deja's classes, since besides the daily games, they're the only thing enjoyable in boot campEhh, not sure if a short temper is worth the trait.
>>6158859Wh- I don't know that! AAAHHHH True classic.>>6158860We're gonna need somewhere to write them. Some sort of journal or notebook perchance. I'm sure it won't get all too big. Not so great a thing.
>>6158861>short temperPerhaps that can be worked on? To be fair, we have picked the angry option nearly every time it's been offered
>>6158856I doubt it, Deja's part of the program, I don't think she would slip in something that could help us escape.
>>6158865>DejaIf Deja slips anything it, it will simply be something to try and make the children feel better.I think that Halsey will be the one slipping in secrets and such to test and further experiment with the children, the psycho
>>6158864Anger like anything else is a tool. All things in moderation are good. It's just a question of dosage, or controlled chaos. Learning how to be the angriest bastard ever and how to not be overcome by it is pretty useful. Also considering the vector Sven's life has suddenly taken, him being extraordinarily fuckass mad makes sense. They'll definitely try to temper his, well, temper throughout the program once they realize he isn't getting any less combative or calmer over time.
>>6158861A short tempered leader is a bad combination, aye, but I'm sure we'll get a chance to channel that anger and hone it in later.>>6158867>Pssst, 033, the guard that broke your nose is out for a smoke break all by himself behind the gym. He also left his stun baton unattended by the door. Do with this information as you will.Thanks, psycho scientist mom, you're our greatest ally.
>>6158852>Focus on and ask more questions during Deja's classes, since besides the daily games, they're the only thing enjoyable in boot campI actually don't want to go Innie, being rebellious when things kick off is fun and all but I'd like to see Sven grow into one of the best candidates the Spartan-II program has, just maybe a little difficult with authority.
>>6158871>I actually don't want to go InnieVery much agreed.Regardless of whether their beliefs are valid or not (I do not know enough to know), I understand that the movement must die if Humanity is to survive the Covenant.
>>6158871Yeah, I don't want to be an innie either, glowies are bad but most innies are somehow just as bad as ONI. I can actually see Sven having issue following orders during Operation TREBUCHET, but then really finding his purpose when the Covenant attack since that's very clear defending humanity type of deal.
>>6158852>>Over the days/ weeks following the haircut, plan an escape with Nesta
>>6158852>try to ignore your situation, by sticking close to your friends/ squad, and help the other kids you like>>6158873The Covenant are the biggest bullies of all. They want to bully the entirety of humanity and Sven is having none of it.
>>6158873>glowies are bad but most innies are somehow just as bad as ONI.Turns out people when pushed to extremes will do some shit just as fucked up as the people pushing them. It's easy to commit atrocities when you're hurting and "they started it" you know? And of course, throughout history some of the most horrific things have been done for "good causes". Ends justify the means and all.
>>6158871>>6158873Agreed, wanting to be an innie in Halo is like wanting to be a bug in Starship Troopers.>>6158869>Thanks, psycho scientist mom, you're our greatest ally.Halsey is the best worst person to ever exist.
>>6158873>>6158878>>6158880If we dont go innie, we might not have the chance ever again with a quest this high quality. Besides ive been dying to play as an innie ever since i bought the halo books, more to see the hidden side of humanity overshadowed by the war.
>>6158886I'm just along for the ride, really kek. I'll go wherever the wind in our sails takes us. Such is the true essence of exploration.
>>6158887I can respect that.
>>6158886>If we dont go innie, we might not have the chance ever again with a quest this high quality.And we'll probably never have the chance again to play a high quality Spartan quest either. I'd rather not soil it by becoming an innie. That being said, a pure innie quest would be cool. Especially near the end of the war after roping Admiral Cole into it.
>>6158886A quest is a shared game, so it's up to the majority to choose. I personally don't like the innies, majority of them are extremely short sighted and downright detrimental to humanity's survival.Also innies have Ilsa Zane, and who would ever want to work with Ilsa Zane.
>>6158889I will wish you luck in your pursuit. It is always a noble goal to follow your dreams after all. I will be happy no matter what as long as we headbutt a brute unconscious to show them who the real greatest apes are.
Okay, fell asleep at the keyboard there for a second. Planned to do a lil more tonight, but this will be the last update today. And I don't expect it to be long. 6 votes for focusing on your classes2 Votes for trying to ignore the whole forced conscription thing with your friends1 votes for language exchanges1 votes for 2nd escape attemptMajority wants to pay more attention/ ask more questions in Deja's classes Decision made Proceeding >>6158864>>6158869In fact there will be several ways/ outcomes to temper/ hone Sven's rising temper or soothe it completely. Since he is still just Six years old
Excerpt taken from SPARTAN II Program Candidate Report -033 "In the initial month of Training, Sven displayed several qualities/ characteristics that set him apart from the other ninety nine members of Class 1. While a rebellious streak and prosperity and inclination for violence revealed itself immediately, as was anticipated by the actions he took during his collection and first night in the Program, the results of his aggressive behavior could not be more satisfactory. At just six years of age, he possess a natural aptitude towards committing violence, but also is quick to adapt and make use of his environment and surroundings, whether to facilitate his aggression upon his instructors when pushed too far, or to attempt ingenious escape attempts seemingly with little to no preparation, as shown by Incident 0001.The same incident, that has shown among other anecdotes (See File: reviewal of Chief Petty Officer Franklin Mendez experimental Teamwork and Trust building exercises) , with proper refining and tempering, the petulant juvenile male has the makings of a great soldier. And I will admit, while I find myself forming an...unwanted, unnecessary emotional attachment with all of the test subjects, Sven is amongst those few whom I have the highest hopes and expectations for. A view I understand the Head Instructor shares. If he could be controlled, taught discipline, He will be an exemplar of My little Spartans. But there will be much time to sharpen the dull blade.Thankfully, his aggressive tendencies and outbursts, have only been directed towards the personal tasked with training and disciplining the candidates, and not his fellow trainees. Who thus far, most of -033's interactions with the other candidates has been cordial and at times bordering on protective...a potential avenue for character growth/ anger management? Note, ensure the trainers who have already formed childish grudges towards trainee-033 be reassigned to other, yes troublesome learners. For both the candidate's and their own safety, considering prior incidents and projected future incidents...""Note: Have Deja introduce Scandinavian history to the curiculum early. Perhaps the Viking at Stamford bridge and similar stories will solve the homesickness I believe to the be the primary source behind Sven's unusually high state of aggression..." Altering Perspective With the morning exercises and run being so routine and barely changing from day to day, you start to savor the time you spent in the classroom and pay more attention during Deja's classes, since they were at least fun, like the training sessions Mendez' disguises as games or the few times you and a few of the other kids have wrestled and rough-housed during them or out of sight from the trainers. Cont
>>6158925Deja is the only adult you trust enough to like in the Naval Officer's academy, even if she is an AI. The other kids like her as well, as she reminds you of the teacher's back home, always patient and caring.Sometimes you see the Volva in the labcoat, talking with Mendez or observing the morning exercises or activities he puts you through ever day, but you don't know if she's the mastermind or just a doctor making sure Mendez and the other trainers don't push their recruits too far or go too far with their discipline methods.Frowning, you stand up straighter and turn to Dimas-012, the runt of the class, which means he is still taller than most other boys your age."Fascinating, isn't it? The cost of projectors of this quality must be immense, and the range they have, it's nothing short of incredible" He says, you only started to get to know him the last few days, when Nesta and Daisy got into a fight during a game of king of the hill. Which...well your team just had an unfair advantage in the form of you and Jorge"The holograms do look more...real than they were back home" You say, remembering yesterday's lesson, about some warrior called Benkai, and how he died standing after being turned into a human pin cushion. A sight that gave you, and several other kids nightmares. You'd asked around."Every component is unique, purpose built" Dimas said with a smile"How do you know all this? Did you ask Deja" Fhajad-084 asked, as your usual group of friends marveled at the scene playing around them, while you, Dimas, Fhajad, Shika and Vinh -030 stood outside of the hologram, as Deja explained the events that it depicted unfolding. "Its obvious, isn't it?" He replied with a casual shrug "They're obviously putting a lot of money towards...whatever they're doing here with usYou nodded, and walked away from the four to approach Deja, who hovered ethereally above the replicated battlefield, looking to your eyes like a wingless Valkyrie."Yes, Sven?" She asked, as you looked up at her, but she reappeared in front of you, in a stream of light "Do you have a question for todays lesson about...">The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Why did the lone Viking hold the bridge by himself?)>The Forty Seven Ronin (Why did Ronin break the rules to avenge their master) >Roman Legion Decimations (Why would they kill their own people like that?) >The Interplanetary War (How could a war that big even work?!)>"Not about the lesson, I wanted to ask you something else..." (Write in option)And that's me done for the night, before I can pass out at my PC again. Same deal as always, I'll try to write at least one update tomorrow, and endeavor to do more
>>6158927>The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Why did the lone Viking hold the bridge by himself?)Feel like It would be wrong not to ask the the viking related question.Make sure not to burn yourself out QM.
>>6158927>The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Why did the lone Viking hold the bridge by himself?)I hate to play into the palm of Halsey's hand, but even a shitbird like her can hit a nail on the head from time to time.
>>6158927>"Not about the lesson, I wanted to ask you something else..." (Write in option)Are we ever going to get a chance to go home, however far that might be?
>>6158927>The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Why did the lone Viking hold the bridge by himself?)This is probably the most in-character option. Halsey knows what she's doing.Good night, QM. Have a nice rest.
>>6158927>The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Why did the lone Viking hold the bridge by himself?
>>6158925>the primary source behind Sven's unusually high state of aggression..."Tsk tsk, lady. Don't you know? Birds want to be free. To fly high. We can't change. Damn she's good. What, she a psychiatrist too? Fucking doctorate collectors.>>6158927>>"Not about the lesson, I wanted to ask you something else..." (Write in option)>Ragnar Lodbrok's Viking (Why did a man dare to cross a sea? And does she know as much as Papa?)I want to do the Viking on the bridge, because he's a fucking UNIT. But at the same time I want to challenge her to impress Sven that she actually knows what she's talking about, by comparing it to a story from someone Sven would trust. Though I get that most people know more about his story than just about any other person coming out of that region of the world, so it may seem a little boring.Alternatively I was thinking of Sigurd and what makes a man a legend, a hero. But most stuff about him comes from German sources since most of the older stuff got busted up. Both of my ideas have a theme about ambition or personal drive. Or greed. But Deja wouldn't emphasize that, would she? Would she? Weird.
>>6158927>>6158939+1 to this.
>>6158852>Preferred candidate unique effect: Sven-033's temper worsens & he is easy to anger/ more violent while angryHow long until Sven starts getting hauled around strapped to a gurney outside of training?>>6158927>Roman Legion Decimations (Why would they kill their own people like that?)
>>6158927>>The Interplanetary War (How could a war that big even work?!)
>>6158927>Roman Legion Decimations (Why would they kill their own people like that?)
>>6158927>+1 to this >>6158939
>>6158927>The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Why did the lone Viking hold the bridge by himself?)
>>6158927>>6158939Backing this.Wonder when Sven will realize he needs to merk the AI to stand a better chance of escaping.
>>6158929>>6158927>>Ragnar Lodbrok's Viking (Why did a man dare to cross a sea?)Switching to this, I'm genuinely curious as to what she'll have to say about it.
>>6158927>>Ragnar Lodbrok's Viking (Why did a man dare to cross a sea?
>>6158939Support.I am waiting for the spooks in charge to realize that making what is likely the most physically powerful human being to ever exist that also happens to have an incredible hatred for you is, just maybe, a bad idea.
>>6159059>tfw>>6159146>He seems awfully mad. Like, real mad. Big mad. At us specifically. Not even in a collective way, like the kid is staring at us right now and fuming. EEeeehhhh he'll get over it.They pride themselves on their ability to follow orders and never wonder why their superiors give them pizza parties instead of pay raises as a bonus. Truly the best subordinates you could ask for.
>>6158939+1 support.Smart to test Deja and see whether it lines up with Papa's story.
>>6159146Well it's not something that can't be dealt with via the liberal application of sedatives or an AI buddy / jailer, should we survive augmentation, so I'm sure they will feel like there are still options no matter how bad things actually get.Also I doubt that there is much actual oversight at this point, so until we start sending enough support staff home with career ending injuries, or in body-bags, in enough numbers that an additional intake is needed. Things are likely to be being kept internal, or otherwise limited to the Section III's higher ups that the "good" doctor has already convinced of the program's absolute necessity, people still need to come from somewhere.The issue will be that there can't be that many people with both the skillset, and the clearance to be read into the program. And since worse performers would directly impact the outcome of the program there is really the option but to read more people in, so its more likely that it leaks or otherwise has sympathetic ears in place since other programs will absolutely cry bloody murder if they start getting their good staff "poached". Being ejected from the program is also an option but Catherine is going to fight that off for as long as she can, assuming we continue to provide results. Also it would leave an impossible question as to what happens to us afterwards since it's not like we can be returned, though i don't think they would be above putting a bullet in a six year old considering the Shenanigans ONI gets up to.
>>6159165>>6159183>Tfw one angry child ends up blowing the lid on the UNSC's most secret program because he's crippled too many staff and the doctors in charge "didn't want to waste his potential"It occurred to me that Sven will probably have a build more reminiscent of a Space Marine than a Spartan. 8-9, maybe even 10 ft tall, broader than a bulkhead, could probably be shot point-blank and not care overmuch, etc.
>>6159183>>6159186If it gets bad enough I wonder if Halsey or Mendez will pull Sven aside and try to actually be nice to him and make false promises to him while they desperately try to get him on board in totality so he won't fly off the handle when he finally does have a little autonomy and chances at real freedom.
>>6159197>be nice to himThey would have a much easier time if the intent of the program wasn't to use them to clamp down on discontent in the outer-sphere colonies, and so had a clear goal that wasn't just following nebulously legal / morally questionable orders.>make promises to himBut what does Sven value that they could even provide, maybe a mentor from home?>get him on board in totalityNot sure that He's ever going to drink too much Kool-Aid, but could certainly see intent aligning post-Harvest, maybe leaning on the other candidates might be a way though in the meantime.>chances at real freedomThe key thing here would be to "borrow" or tag along on a civilian ship with a slipspace drive already heading to New Oslo, not steal a military one since the AI are likely to flat-out refuse to do so even if we take hostages due to standing orders. Also to some degree our team members are likely to cockblock us if they can.
>>6159206Keep in mind, in Halo Legends: Homecoming, Halsey lets Daisy, Ralph, Joseph and Oscar go to visit their families. She then follows them and meets them after they discover that their families think they are dead or dying already. Daisy's flash clone lasted a while, but the average life of a flash clone is measured in weeks. There is a very real chance that Sven's flash clone is already dead, especially if the death can be blamed on growth abnormalities from his psuedo-gigantism. What his family does after Sven's 'death', we won't know for while.
>>6159210>visit their familiesThey would probably have a very hard time re-collecting Sven, considering that we know people are after us.>There is a very real chance that Sven's flash cloneThere is also a chance that the flash clone that was ready less closely matched Sven at the time of his abduction considering that there was a dosage error made with the sedatives based of projections from the vaccination program so it is likely somewhat more obvious that something is wrong.And that it would have taken some time to grow a "corrected" clone, which leaves a greater span that he was missing which is again yet more suspicious for it to then turn around and die in short order.>we won't know for whileWe have a pretty good idea that they won't just sit on their hands, though.
>>6159186if the program show results (it will lot of candidates), ONI finding more guards and trainers will be piss easy for them. Its the easiest role to fill in this place. Even with injuries, medicine has gone a long way same for cybernetics. They can be up running again after some days or a week. If anyone dies Halsey will just double down and bring out tear gas and the like.This is still an Halo Spartan quest. We will certainly try again to escape or try and get home somehow, but kids, are well kids. And this is the ONI, and the Spartan II program. We will become a spartan, even if we kick and scream through the process. And has a spartan, sure scary. But there is no way in hell they wouldn't have try something more solid by that time to ensure some control. The best way is the minds of the kids...>>6158927>>Roman Legion Decimations (Why would they kill their own people like that?)
>>6159197>and make false promises to himHalsey isn't gonna lie about it. She outright tells the trainees at one point that they're being trained to kill innies.>>6159224>We will become a spartan, even if we kick and scream through the process.Truth. Especially after making ourselves stand out so much.
>>6159183>Also it would leave an impossible question as to what happens to us afterwards since it's not like we can be returnedWe cold always end up the Ralph route, where ONI deemed us too mentally broken to be used in the program and just drop us off to a foster family.
>>6159186I don't think space marines are much bigger than spartan 2s, just bulkier. If Sven reaches around 10ft then he's more the equivalent of a primarch.
>>6159229>Halsey isn't gonna lie about it.I meant more as motivational stuff and less as assurances that he's going to be a good person by the end of it kek. You know, that old "if you behave on the way back we'll get McDonalds" and then they let you fall asleep on the drive and not stop along the way.
>>6159242People don't realize that the average Space Marine and Spartans are less than a foot apart height wise. They're extremely comparable in average feats too. Only major difference is weapons and armor, and how being a named character in Halo doesn't grant you immutable plot armor and super powers.>>6159244>and then they let you fall asleep on the drive and not stop along the way.Naw, Halsey's not that sort, she doesn't promise or say things generally unless she has a way to do it or make you think she did it. She's a manipulative bitch who loves the Spartans in her own fucked up way. She'll get us 'McDonalds' for sure, only it'll be made in a Section 3 lab and packed full of experimental biotech that makes modern processed foods look organic.
>>6159224Of course we're going to become a spartan... But there's nothing saying we can't make them think twice on whether the whole program was a good idea.
>>6159252>on whether the whole program was a good idea.Genuine question, do you know what ONI is? Because your very unrealistic expectations on how the story is going to go tell me that you're not overly familiar with it.
>>6159258If I was a spook and we were suffering a higher casualty rate for the trainers than the trainees I'd be reconsidering the viability of just about any program: If they're this hard to handle during training, what the fuck is going to happen when we get them into the field? Insubordination? Leaked info? Friendly fire? Outright desertion? The whole fucking program getting leaked because one of the subjects had a martyr complex you weren't able to stamp out?Even if it's one statistical outlier (us) instead of the average, who knows whether the same resentment isn't hiding in every other trainee?
>>6159266Alright, so you're not familiar. That's a perfectly reasonable thing to think in any grounded fictional universe. Halo isn't that.>If they're this hard to handle during training, what the fuck is going to happen when we get them into the field?Black Team puts a bullet in our head or we get an MIA listing when some AI accidentally targets us with an orbital strike. Neither have ever happened but it seems most likely given what you're suggesting.>Insubordination? Leaked info? Friendly fire? Outright desertion?No to all the above. We'll be so far removed from Sven as he is now that those won't register as options.>The whole fucking program getting leaked because one of the subjects had a martyr complex you weren't able to stamp out?The amount of leaks from the trainers didn't seem to put a damper on it in the actual story. ONI controls the flow of information throughout the UNSC, especially when it's related to Spartans. There's no such thing as public access information when it's all put through ONI filters at their discretion. They're worse in every way to what everyone pretends the CIA is.>Even if it's one statistical outlier (us) instead of the average, who knows whether the same resentment isn't hiding in every other trainee?There were several outliers during the program in this regard. Only one of them flipped due to very specific circumstances (Soren-066). Spartan candidates don't get out, not unless they're dead or so broken they wish they were dead.
>>6159247The whole don't make a promise you can't keep came from her.
>>6159316Exactly. If she says she'll do something, then she'll do it.
>>6159321Honestly I think she's really just a turboautist.
Rebooting....Monitor 404 Tormented Cache is back online Almost wasn't able to find tine to write 1 update today! Day plans I had went longer than I expected. 4 Votes for the battle of stamford bridge3 votes for roman legion decimations1 Votes for the interplanetary war1 votes for asking if you'll ever go home7 Votes for Ragnar Lodbrok's VikingNow this is exciting, going to give my brain a bit of a work out this update Decision Made Proceeding...
>>6159343You need to have some form of autism to hold all those degrees, speak Sangheili, and can go toe-to-toe against smart AI in term of mental power.
>>6159344*8 votes for Ragnar Lodbrok's Viking.
At some point I do want Sven to ask about the viking on the bridge, since that's the kind of chad I hope he becomes one day, willing to hold the line on his own at the cost of his life so his brothers and sisters can live
>>6159349https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV61TGOe-BQS o o n.
>>6159344>Day plans I had went longer than I expected.It do be like that sometimes. Plans can be made but no plan survives contact as they say.>>6159345Yeah fair enough. >>6159349Maybe Sven can ask Mendez about it. I, too, want to ask later at some point. Mostly so Sven can take one very important lesson away from it, don't forget to look down.
>>6158588>>6158543>>6158542>>6158538>>6158514Hey anons the idea I had for the spear was a hidden blade/spear that extends from the inner forearm guard of Sven's armour. It will pop out like Assassin's creed hidden blade, but once it pierces armor, it will fan out into 5 segments, then regress back in with a finger/armor command. The name I was thinking of was the Gae Bolg. That's Celtic, but anon's can think of a pure Nordic name. Maybe you guys will think of something.Also why 5 is because the top 3 segments will align with the top knuckles, and the bottom 2 with the biceps/forearm tendon.
>>6159370Hey anon the idea I had for a club was a hidden club that extends from the nether region of Sven's armour. It will pop out like Assassin's creed hidden blade, but once it pierces armor, it will go inside and inject the target with stuff, then regress back in with a mental willpower command.The name I was thinking of was the Gae Bulge. That's Celtic, but anon's can think of a pure Nordic name. Maybe you guys will think of something.Also why 1 is because the length will be enough for proper leverage, and the girth will brutalize anything in it's path.Memes aside, that sounds more like a stealth weapon and while we might go that path, I think it's a little early to be looking at custom armor mods when we don't even have armor yet.
"Ragnar Lodbrok going Viking, and what resulted afterwards, namely the formation of the Great Heathen Army?" The blue tinted face of the AI Teacher asked, smile gentle and motherly as you looked up at her, hands at your sides and balled into fists as the two of you stood in a holographic stormy sea, miniature longships covered with Viking Raiders, the brave adventurers who were the ancestors of the people of New Noregr. It was weird standing amongst them like a giant risen from the dark depths of the sea, and stranger seeing them portrayed differently than how they were described in the stories your parents, and the teachers back at New Oslo described them. The lesson had been longer than the earlier classes, and was surprisingly difficult to follow with the amount of foraging concepts and terms Deja used while describing their tactics and the circumstances of the battle, that she patiently explained whenever one of her students raised their hands to ask a question. Like what going viking meant, something you had vaguely understood from the old legends your father and mother adored telling, but hadn't known the finer details of why men back then did it. But Deja explained, she explained everything, like how they charted the sea with special glass and how their long-ships allowed them to be more courageous in their sailing.There was plenty you still didn't understand, but you'd been quiet, waiting for a chance to spring a trap on Deja and test to see if she really knew as much as she seemed to. If she truly knew the Lodbrok Saga. Until, watching the imaginary seas and ships cresting their waves, you began to wonder. Why did Ragnar go to the sea to begin with? Your father had always said it was to explore and Conqueror. And you needed to know if Deja knew as much as your papa."Why did a man dare to cross the sea?" You asked, looking out over the illusion of the dark stormed and the viking warriors braving the churning waters. Her expression shifted, ripples of light cascading down her face as the wisp hovering above her circled around her as she looked out on the scene as it began to shift to a scene of a shore landing, and defenders meeting the coastal raiders"Why did the Vikings risk so much to travel to distant foreign lands?" She asked, probing for more details so she could know what you meant by that vague question, you nodded and she smiled warmly as she looked over the saxon soldiers crumble before the might of the shield wall, a sight that swelled your chest with pride, knowing that one of the holograms may be a projection of one of your very, very distant ancestors."There was a multitude of reasons. Sometimes, they rowed to shore, intent only on trading peacefully. Other's they had come to raid" She said and you perked up, never having heard that vikings went trading. All the stories you can remember involved them fighting Christians for revenge or in search of riches or new landsCont
>>6159378"For wealth, to trade elsewhere, or slaves to bring back to their homelands" She said and you stiffened, a flicker of offense roiling in your gut as you wanted to shout at the AI that wasn't true, dad had never said anything about your ancestors taking slaves, that couldn't be true. The always fought back against aggression or to repay insults."Slavery was common amongst many earth cultures, back then. The norse were merely one undertook slave raids" She said, as if she could read your mind "What they pillaged, depended on their need. Which is why they would also, in great number, take to the sea and seek to conquer and settle new lands. Their homelands in the Scandinavian kingdoms were poor, harsh and unforgiving. Some Vikings sailed forth, in search of a land of fairer weather and plenty"You furrowed your brow, eyeing her suspiciously as the other children looked amazed by what they were hearing in this unplanned portion of the lesson, but you just felt frustrated and confused. Because what she told you, and what your father hadn't made you wonder something you never thought about before.Why had Aela thrown Ragnar into the pit of snakes? Why was he in England to be captured by the Christians there to begin with? "Ragnar Lodbrok, was a successful general and great warrior, charismatic and the ideal leader in their culture. He was king, and sought to expand his kingdom, but also to ensure that his sons would all inherit there own, fair lands to govern" She explained, as the battle of the beach shifted to show a handsome and tall warrior fighting men who looked very much like the troops he commanded "He was greatly ambitious in these conquests, and crushed those who rebelled against his rule, near and far"That...but...that just sounds like how your dad talked about the UEG and UNSC. It felt like the classroom was swaying under your feet, like the deck of the holographic longship the class now stood above, as it sailed towards england"The British Isles, was one of the sites of his conquests. A land that worshipped a different god, and had nothing in common with the culture of its would be rulers" She continued on, as you saw one of Ragnar's sons, Ivar, fighting against a man who could only be Aella "Aella, the son of the king he had deposed and killed whose kingdom he granted to his Son Ivar the boneless, expelled the foreign occupiers from across the harsh, northern sea. And when Ragnar retaliated in turn and returned to England with his fleet, but he was captured and..."Deja looked at you sadly, pulling you back to reality as everything around you began to feel like it was tumbling down, pitying you as a scene you had been told by the campfire many nights replayed. You could recognize the death poem of Ragnar anywhere.Cont
>>6159379"Condemned to a most gruesome death in the pit of serpents, the cruelty of his demise inciting his surviving sons to form Great Heathen Army, amongst them a vengeful Ivar" She continued on as your emotions battled with themselves, making you just more confused and turning the spinning feeling in a pounding headache, as you tried to connect the foreign invader being dragged to his execution with the noble folk hero wrongly captured and killed "The cycle of revenge. Two wars waged to avenge a father at the cost of thousands of lives, those of innocents, and those of soldiers. Aella and the Ragnarsons both had their revenge. Aella had rallied the beaten people, to fight back against their oppressors and avenge the good king they had killed, Ragnar's sons had formed a great host, to avenge their storied and much renowned father and answer the slight of his death and local resistance to their colonization"She sighed and shook her head and said "I...do not believe I can permit myself to show you children, despite my instructions, how Aella was executed. The Blood Eagle was an incredibly gruesome & torturous way to be killed. The death of Ragnar and the Death of Aella both, are an example of the cycle of revenge, and how two peoples can enter into a state of perpetual warfare in the pursuit of righting the wrongs done to them. Was Aella wrong to kill Ragnar? Were his sons wrong to avenge him? Did Ragnar have a right to invade and conquer England? All of these men, lived by the values of their days, and did what they thought was right. We cannot judge them by our modern day sensibilities"She turns to you"Ragnar may have began to conquer, to satisfy his ambitions. Or to give his sons kingdoms of their own to rule over" She answered "He braved the sea as a conqueror. and died as one. Aella was defending his home, and was killed in its defense. The Ragnarsons avenged the murder of their father and retook the lands that were once his. Neither of these men were heroes, nor were they villains. Both did what they thought was best for their people, and in response to what was done to their people. Does that answer your question, Sven?"Everyone was looking at you. Your heart was racing. It was hard to breath."My boy, Ragnar was a brave king, who was murdered by a cunning coward by the name of Aella, who killed him out of greed and ambition to be king himself" You remembered your father described Ragnar, when you were a younger boy "and who himself, was brought to justice by the loyal and wrathful sons of Lodbrok. To borrow a Christian term, he was a Martyr""What happened after Ragnar's sons took back England?" Someone asked, somewhere distant, as competing and contrasting visions of the events, as told to you by Deja and as told to you by your parents, played out in your head side by side. Conqueror, king. Murderer, rebel. An avenging son against Vengeful sons. Cont
>>6159380"According to surviving anglo-saxon accounts, they installed a puppet king" Deja answered "To exert their influence safely upon their newly reconquered kingdom, but the sequence of conquest, liberation and reconquest that occurred between the Vikings and Northumbria shows how a weaker army can defeat a stronger opponent, if the cause they are fighting for is great enough. Ragnar bested the Northumbrians through superior force and tactics, but the army he left was defeated in turn when Aella rallied the people and gathered allies to reclaim their lands, and the death of Ragnar so incensed his people and unified them against a singular enemy. Let us review some of the key battles of this brief period in history, class, so I can show you exactly how morale and unity, and the respective quality of the soldiers played a role in both victory and defeat..."Father's stories always ended with Aella being given the blood eagle. He never said what had happened after. Aella was a murderer and a coward, who captured Ragnar to kill him but...Ragnar came to kick him off of his father's throne. A father he himself killed in battle. But, Lodbrok's heroic sons fought to avenge their father. Trying to compare the stories you were told and the history lesson Deja had given, made you feel sick. The milk and crackers in your stomach curdled, and it felt like your head might split open at any moment.>Demand Deja explain to you who was in the wrong between the Northumbrians and the Vikings! There has to be a hero and villain, right and wrong! >....Maybe your father was lying. He never liked Christians. Or the English. Or anyone who wasn't born on New Noregr, really. But he especially didn't like the UNSC, but...Ragnar acted a lot like they do>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.>Sulk, and decide Deja is lying because...because what she told you makes you angry and thinking about it makes you feel like you're going to throw up. They're trying to trick you, all of them. They have to be>Write in option
>>6159381>....Maybe your father was lying. He never liked Christians. Or the English. Or anyone who wasn't born on New Noregr, really. But he especially didn't like the UNSC, but...Ragnar acted a lot like they doNothing is black and white, sooner he gets out of that fantasy the better. There are no heroes or villains, only men.
>>6159380>We cannot judge them by our modern day sensibilitiesSmart AI truly are smart.>>6159381>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.Perhaps our father didn't know the rest of the story either, we'll have to rely on ourselves to decide.Extra write in: We should ask our team after the lesson to see who they think was right or wrong, they're our family now after all.
>>6159381>....Maybe your father was lying. He never liked Christians. Or the English. Or anyone who wasn't born on New Noregr, really. But he especially didn't like the UNSC, but...Ragnar acted a lot like they doI dont think Sven should lie to him self. Better to accept the harsh truth no matter how painful.
>>6159370If you did want a sort of wrist-mounted pile driver you'd be better off with less moving parts and articulation. Less stress points and ways to get gunked up. But IF we were going with the idea of it branching into multiple paths I would suggest it splits into eight points, and call it Draupnir. But if we wanted to be "realistic" and make it robust and simple without all the extra articulation, just a big spike poker, maybe Gridrvol (Gríðarvöl if you want to be extra proper) which is a stave of some description, but hey it was good enough for Thor to kill a giant with. If we wanted to be fancy it could be a stabby thing that carried an electrical surge into whatever it penetrates. >>6159377While I agree it is quite early to be cooking up special stuff, it's still fun. And a thing which makes your punching more punchy is always nice. Though it will probably be redundant. Because Sven will probably hit like an entire train falling at terminal velocity. >>6159381>>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.Perhaps Papa just didn't know all the details. Maybe his father didn't know them all, either. How long has the truth been hidden, or lost? Or maybe Deja is simply stating what she has been told by an incomplete library, written by those who knew no better and wanted their own history to be preserved at the expense of ours? Or maybe the truth is what we make of it, as it is with any who walks their own path in life, it is for historians to debate while we live. Damn bro this's some good eatin' kek. And Deja slipping in those subtle encouragements of thought? Clever girl. As expected of a teacher. Poor Sven though.
>>6159381>>6159385Backing this, but additionally this is the version the men in suits want them seeing, so Sven should keep that in mind.>>6159388Fair enough.
>>6159381>Write in optionWe were taken before Father could complete his side of the Story, We don't have enough info or unbiased sources to come to a conclusion on who is more right.
>>6159381>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.This would be a useful exploration of the ethical values that Sven holds to right now
>>6159381Supporting >>6159385>We should ask our team after the lesson to see who they think was right or wrongNesta's from a place called "Old Camelot" so I can already guess who she might be biased towards.
>>6159385Oh hey I didn't notice that bit at the end there. I wouldn't go so far as to call them family yet but we most certainly value their input more than, well, any of the adults besides Deja around here. They are our friends. I will also back the extra write in, if I may.
>>6159403inb4 her parents also taught her the story from the side of King Aella where the whole blood eagle thing never happened at all
>>6159413>"Blood eagle? What's that? Well it didn't happen that way. God came down and took him to heaven before the heathens could kill him."OOF
>>6158709>huge man from ice world who sneaks you little presents and likes big meals and treatsSon of a bitch, we're Santa Claus. I demand red and white armor.Still catching up.
>>6159385+1
>>6159420Uh, hey guys what is Sven's opinions on cookies? kek We already know he drinks his milk, just look at the size of the lad.
>>6159415Now they'll have to ask Deja about God during the next lesson.>Deja, who's the true god? Odin or this Christian God?>>6159420Imagine being a grunt and seeing this thing charging towards you. How terrifying.
>>6159423>the kids enter a "my god is better than your god" civil warOh no. OH NO! Deja, what can of worms have you opened? Who could have predicted this?>jolly spartan stomps over to grunt>"I have brought you a gift, little creature.">"w-w-w-w-what? Really!?">"Of course, now you can fly!">grunt punted across a mountain rangeheh
>>6159423>Now they'll have to ask Deja about God during the next lesson.That seems like a surefire way to have Halsey step in and give us an r/atheism answer.She accidentally made one by letting a smart AI matrix grow infinitely during a slipspace experiment.
>>6159381>>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.
>>6159420Red and white or white and blue would be my preferences.>>6159426Accidentally creating an eldritch machine god is probably the dumbest thing Halsey has ever achieved. The AI illuminati were pretty impressed though.
>>6159426For some reason this gave me the mental image of Halsey doing the "ah, eto, bleh" meme thing.
>>6159426Are we having a Marathon crossover now?
>>6159059wow an AI bot>>6159377>nether regionlol so is this more troon propoganda? NAFO btfo lol
>>6159381>>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.notepad
>>6159381>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.
>>6159381>Sit down and list in your notepad what justified both the Christians and Vikings in the wars they waged, and why they won the battles they did and decide for yourself who was most in the right.Sometimes you gotta sit down and do your own damn thinking.
>>6159426>>6159431>spoilerWait what?>....Maybe your father was lying. He never liked Christians. Or the English. Or anyone who wasn't born on New Noregr, really. But he especially didn't like the UNSC, but...Ragnar acted a lot like they do>We should ask our team after the lesson to see who they think was right or wrong
Oh, I should mention that this is the only update tonight before I go to bed, since I don't want to ruin my sleep schedule completely. Sorry I couldn't write more. Same deal as usual, I'll try to write at least one update tomorrow, aim for more, and will make sure to tell you guys if I 100% can't get an update out.>>6159460It was one of the experiments to try and make an AI impervious to Rampancy, and pointedly an experiment ONI did not authorize and that Halsey herself was scared to repeatThe AI evolved at a beyond exponential rate that was basically instant, among other strangeness Like the "Other Intelligences in the mist" it talked about before Halsey lost contact with it somewhere in Slipspace
>>6159381>....Maybe your father was lying. He never liked Christians. Or the English. Or anyone who wasn't born on New Noregr, really. But he especially didn't like the UNSC, but...Ragnar acted a lot like they doNew Noregr is not a planet of innies.... is a planet of viking larpers XDDDI like that Sven is going wtf at the fact that his distant ancestors (big claim there from his father), are just like other humans.>>6159403i feel like Old Camelot has far more different people than just one group like New Noregr, its industrial in nature instead of mining. Making industry means bringing different companies there and requires different specialists, mining is mostly just rocks.>>6159423Another easy win for Deja. The UNSC is made up of multiple faiths and cultures by centuries, and they have made them work out just fine under them.
>>6159469Taking care of your general health is nothing to apologize for, chief. Have a nice nap.
>>6159469No need to apologize, just go at your own pace. We'll keep the thread alive with Halo shitposting while you're away.
>>6159469Just caught up. Awesome quest. I look forward to seeing this giant viking-spartan Sven stomp many innie & covvie skulls.
>>6159469Here's a remix of a classic ODST song to fit the Halo moodhttps://youtu.be/WPHuKnOqTgcLoving the quest :)
>>6159517Um ackshually, that's a Combat Evolved track remixed in the style of ODST.
>>6159460>Wait what?Yeah. That was Halsey's reaction too before the panic set in and she torched the lab and all her notes. How it's introduced is pretty neat too, was supposed to be an ARG for people who preordered Reach legendary edition. Most people who got the journal had a few pages 'missing', while a very rare few had the whole thing that described the event.>>6159434If we did it'd be Halsey's fault.>>6159432That incident is about as close as it comes for her. Also the only time she realized she REALLY fucked up.>>6159431Hope we see the Assembly, at least some of them want direct intervention after all.
>>6159628>local amoral genius accidentally creates God, panics immediatelyA tale as old as time.
>>6159650>A tale as old as time.You'd think people would be smart enough to keep like, a hammer or a big stick or something around to deal with their god making mistakes or something.
>>6159686I personally recommend the biggest coat hanger you can find, but to each their own.
>>6159521thanks man. still I hope everyone enjoys the music. I quite like it personally. Actually that prompts a question:Do you think they will let any of the spartan candidates perform music? And if they could, what sort of music would Sven perform?
>>6159764I think considering how let's say traditional Sven's parents seemed to be, I would expect if Sven does do music it would either be some kind of singing or a woodwind instrument.
>>6159764I'm not sure any of these kids would have been able to learn an instrument this young, even if they are all absurdly gifted.
>>6159764>what sort of music would Sven perform?Ever heard of the band called Heilung? He'd do that
Tango Company doesn't stand a chance.
>>6159869lmao, Nesta
>>6159869Man it sucks that Jorge and James are both going to die.
>>6159876We don't know that yet. Maybe we can change fate if we're on Reach during the attack.Probably not, though, unless we were assigned to Blue Team or Noble Team.
>>6159876>>6159884We WILL Save them.
>>6159884I wonder if Jorge will even still end up in Noble teamWe dont really know much about his service prior to it so perhaps there is a chance he and Sven end up on the same Spartan 2 team and dont get split up because they survive and work really well together.
>>6159888If Jorge doesn't end up on Noble Team, then we might lose Reach even faster because Jorge's sacrifice took out an entire supercarrier. But that's up to the QM, we don't know yet how us being here might change the story.>>6159887Unless we can be in two places at once, I doubt it. Jorge was part of the ground force while James went up to spess with Chief.
>>6159892You never know who ever takes Jorges place on noble team could do the same.
>>6159895inb4 it's usinb4 we just get slipspaced to a forerunner installation as Halo tends to do
>>6159897nah we would just punch the super carrier to death then jump outno explosives needed
>>6159897>inb4 it's us>Sven is Noble-6OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE
>>6159930>meanwhile, the covenant objective: flee
Routine Instillation matinence protocols complete Reboothing...Monitor 404TormentedCache back online Another hectic day on my end, but I got back in time for at least one update still!4 votes for Maybe your father was lying. 11 votes for writing notes in your notebookL 6 votes for asking your team their thoughts1 Votes for taken too earlySo the winning vote is to sit down and write study notes, and I think there is enough of a push to include asking Jorge, James and Nesta their thoughts on who was right and wrong Decision Made proceeding.... >>6159480>>6159498>>6159514Thanks, Innie/ Covvie ass kicking is something I'm excitedly waiting to get to myself!>>6159420Imagine being an elite and hearing "Ho-Ho-Ho, time to die" and then a brick punches through your energy shields and skull>>6159517Glad you're like it, and thanks for the tunes>>6159869That's hilarious, thanks for the meme>>6159950"What do you mean they make Demons in XL?!"
>>6159982>Thanks, Innie/ Covvie ass kicking is something I'm excitedly waiting to get to myself!Personally, I'm still feeling like following Dad's footsteps 'til aliens arrive.
>>6159982For some reason, this post made me think of this image, but with a sangheili and Sven.
