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HALO: Task Force Conglomerate

@Mataus@Rtron@Pyromaniacwolf

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HALO: Task Force Conglomerate

Chapter One

Project Conglomerate

The Human-Covenant War, a long brutal crusade to exterminate the human race by the will of the Hierarchs of the Covenant, ended in the year 2552 while official hostilities would continue until 2553. The war resulted in an estimated death of 23 billion human lives with many of their planets having been glassed by the Covenant threat. The Sangheili split within the Covenant, the Great Schism, caused the collapse of this threat and allowed for Humanity to come out victorious. Yet, even five years into the future, there has been little forgiveness from the humans and the Sangheili have still believed that the humans are still an enemy.

ONI, the secretive organization that masterminded many events such as the infamous SPARTAN-II Program and many assassination attempts against Thel’Vadam, otherwise known as the Arbiter. The things that ONI has done is long and numerous, many of them to be struck from the record and others to be publicized for the masses. One such is Task Force Conglomerate, an interspecies Task Force to show that Humanity is willing to work with other species, rather than reject and be hostile. However, with funds being allocated to more important tasks and operations, coupled with the fact that not many within ONI were entirely onboard anyways, it seemed that the existence of this Task Force would be short lived.

Then, mysteriously, an unknown person offered money and supplies solely for the Task Force. Miraculously, ONI took the offer, yet, no one would ever know the details of the mysterious entity that is funding the program, other than the ONI higher ups. Not long after these funds had been acquired, ONI commissioned an Impulse-class stealth frigate, the UNSC Fortitude South, to act as the mobile headquarters for the Task Force.

The date is currently February 21st, 2558, with the UNSC Fortitude South travelling though slipspace on its path towards the Verent.

Marcus Greene

You find yourself busy at work, maintaining your MA5D in preparation for the mission to come. Lost in thought, you could remember being assigned to Task Force Conglomerate, not of your own accord and certainly not with any of your own opinions being asked. As you are cleaning your weapon, you can remember very vividly the conversation that you had about your assignment.

“The funder has specifically requested that you be a part of this force. You will be monitored based on your actions, and should things going well enough that you will be compensated greatly for your efforts within the Office of Naval Intelligence. Of course, once your time there is up, you will be given the option to stay as a part of the Task Force, should you desire.”

At least you knew that if things didn't turn out to your interest, you could leave when you were given the option. However, knowing ONI, they would not tell you when that would or what that compensation would even be. Best to focus on the present.

Kax

Running a hand against the back of your head, you felt the burned ends of your feather and a pang of destroyed pride in your heart. It had been many years since the incident, but it still hurt and you could still feel the flames burning away at your feathers. At least you survived, but at what cost?

You felt the need to have some of your infusion, but ONI had explicitly gave you instructions to avoid using the substance when there is a mission that needs to be done. It was a very different feeling than it had been when you were in the Covenant as they would allow the recreational use at virtually any time, one of the only good things they have done for you.

You took your hand away from the back of your head before looking towards you weapons, particularly towards the carbine. If the time was right, it was almost time to deploy soon.

Zertus

You felt anger, anger towards ONI for not yet giving you the vengeance you desires, and anger towards the humans aboard the ship for taking away your hammer. They had continued to tell you that it was for “Safety and mental well being for the crew” but clearly none of them trusted you. HOwever, you could understand, as you were once an enemy to them, the memories of slaughter and joyful destruction washed away the anger for the moment.

You gazed over at your trophies, those were the truly good times. Now look at yourself, working for the weak human garbage that littered the galaxy. A grunt left your mouth before grabbing for your maulers.

A loud intercom noise went over the ship, catching the attention of the crew members and the few members of the Task Force. “Members of Task Force Conglomerate please report to the bridge, I repeat: members of Task Conglomerate please report to the bridge for briefing.”

The doors to each member’s room opened automatically, each private room neighborred each other. Now it was time for the squad members to properly meet each other.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

@Mae

I'm still down to play!

HALO: Task Force Conglomerate

@Jaredthefox92

It is fine, real life comes first! Thank you for letting me know!

HALO: Task Force Conglomerate

@Rtron

Very good! Very good! That is a great Backstory as well, bravo!

You may move him to the character section now!

@Jaredthefox92

How goes your CS?

Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

@Lmpkio

I feel like destruction would be close to desolation. Though we do not have anyone going for fire yet, or so I think.

Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

Vakk

Vakk

Lord of the Word

”Those of entropic design are not so keen to tackle the power of the word. Only I am the master of such a task.”

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Their Sphere:
Sanvādam - The Realm of Talk (below the Surface of Galbar, relatively close to the core)

This Realm is one of empty talk, conversations happening with no source and knowledge being spread where there is none. Sanvādam is a Chthonic realm of nothing, nothing but the floating words to plague the beings that would dare enter it. There is no landscape, no light but the reflection of one’s own being below them. Echoes come from the reflection, some may hear other words that they had not spoken and others may see themselves farther ahead, always facing away when looked at, mirror the movement of the host's body. They will continue to wonder endlessly until Vākk summons them for conversation, even then it is simply darkness with the maddening whispers of voices.

”The Realm of Talk
Close to the Lock.
I am the Key.
And yet so Dutifully,
Do these binds hold me.”

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Portfolio:
Speech

The power of speech is something that is gifted upon only those who Vakk finds worthy, and with it they may talk, pray, beg for mercy, or hold fantastic conversation. With this gift, rituals may be held, peace talks can reign, or words of blood and carnage can spill over the lands. It is with the power of speech that Vakk will hold a conversation to last all eternity and make sure that no voice goes unheard. However, this is also a gift he may revoke should those abuse this, not able to hold conversation or hear fantastic poem and song. An age of silence will be dawned upon those unworthy of such power, an unholy silence which Vakk would keep to himself.

”The power of the word is almighty. Thusly I am almighty. No other shall stand against I so long as I may speak.”

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Persona:
Vākk has a calm, if not meticulously calculating, nature about him. With no concern for good nor evil, Vākk has no care for squabbling over useless things, so long as he can focus on conjuring his words and allowing himself to be solitary. If one were to ask what he truly cared about, he would answer cryptically and inevitably confuse one on a simple answer; his words. Despite this needlessly complex nature, Vakk is a somewhat benevolent god and will tend to answer a request from any being, if not to just get them away from his presence so that he may focus.

Should one linger too long, however, Vakk will quickly grow impatient and will become outwardly hostile. He hold no qualms with attacking distractions and annoyances, regardless of they had previously been and ally or enemy, as he holds no attachment to anything other than his words. With this nature, it is no doubt that he would prefer to stay out of the affairs of his brethren, or even the universe he had been summoned to. In fact, he views the Architect as a fool and will openly say so, even to the face of he who has allowed him to stay within this realm.

That is not to say that Vakk is without fear, for it he is confronted by a foe that he knows is radically stronger than him, he will become a coward. Yet, this is a rare emotion as he never expects something other than the Architect to be more powerful than him as he underestimate the capabilities of his peers. He exudes arrogance when he is certain of things, believing that he is the most intelligent being to grace the realm, even though he is simply a master of words.

He is a true artist.

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Appearance/Form:
It is hard to describe the being that is Vakk. The most prominent feature of his being is the singular large mouth with sharpened teeth. There are no lips over his mouth, instead three flaps that surround his head, one over the top of his head and the others on either side that extend outwards a significant distance. A large majority of his body is a singular tube that eventually splits into long, slender tendril which he can use to grip things.

Very ugly.

”Though the nature of words may seem entropic to the average man. I am master of it, and thus I control it.”

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Musical Theme:

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Codeword

“There is much talk, but not all words must be spoken.
I shall talk, and you shall listen.”

-Updated to Speech Portfolio

Divinus: The Divine RP, Mk. III

I’m calling dibs on a god of words.

No one shall disrespect the rule of dibs!

SAGA: Dragon Ball AU

@Williwaw

I will talk with him but until then that is what I was told.

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@Williwaw

I’m sorry to say this but it seems that you have been banned from the RP as well as the discord. I do not know the full story of why, as I was not present to view it, but that was what I was told.