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4 yrs ago
And I'm supposed to care because…?
4 yrs ago
Well, that's illegal in the civilized world, so I hope someone doesn't own you. Unless you both consent and have a safe word.
4 yrs ago
@Inkarnate— The symptoms are most evident in long-term Tumblr, Twitter, and Reddit users.
4 yrs ago
Being (insert oppression olympics qualifications here) isn't a personality either, and yet I see that all the time.
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4 yrs ago
Oh, I thought wiccans were witches, but more emo and into goth stuff.

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Spartan Rex-G124


He had stayed silent throughout the entirety of the briefing, though one name certainly caught his attention: Franklin Mendez. He, along with one Kurt Ambrose, were responsible for what— who— Rex was today. He didn't view the man as any sort of replacement father figure, but he respected him far more than any high-ranking ONI brass. Grikgar's question about the Flood also piqued his interest. Though he had only faced the parasite in a few Wargame simulations, the Spartan felt that the Grunt's concerns were valid.

Once the briefing was over and the team was aboard the Thunder, Rex let his guard down slightly; unless one was extremely observant, it would be difficult to notice. "So, what are your impressions of the rest of the team?" Suiko asked.

"They seem… fine," Rex answered tersely.

"I know how you feel about the Fours," the AI went on. "And the Swords, to a degree; at least I detected some amusement towards Grikgar."

"It's that other Three, Suiko," Rex admitted, glad that his helmet's speakers and radio were off. "To my knowledge, Gamma Company was the final batch of us before they started on the Fours. I'm fine with unknown variables in missions; I'm not fine with them on a team."

"Well, you're more used to working solo," Suiko said. "But, I understand. I can request more information from the team leaders, but I make no promises. Just play nice for a while." The last part had an edge of coyness to it.

"Just show me to my quarters. It's been a while since I've had to do a Wargame simulation, and I'd prefer to have my head in the right place."

"Will do." The AI set a waypoint. "But, assuming you wish to get off on the right foot with Grikgar, you could share some music. Unggoy love human media."
Spartan Rex-G124


He followed along silently, finally cracking an amused smile watching the ONI suits silently panic. Rex seriously doubted these people had even touched a weapon, and given their reaction, none of them had seen a member of a Covenant species in the flesh before. Once the room was cleared, the Spartan abstained from sitting. Instead he stood near the table.

Following Morgenstein's lead, Rex took his helmet off, setting it on the table so it was facing the others. Like most Threes, his skin was a ghostly pale, and his face had several faded scars. Having been in the field immediately before being reassigned, the Spartan hadn't had a chance to shave. However, the most striking feature of his face were his eyes: vibrant gold, not unlike a big cat's or bird of prey's.

However, something was troubling Rex: the other SPARTAN-III. As far as he'd read, Gamma Company had been the last in the program. Where the hell had the UNSC trained not one, but two companies of SPARTAN-IIIs before the War ended? He understood that the Fours were all volunteering adults, but this Ben must be just a kid.

The Grunt's— Grikgar's— question softened his expression. Not quite a smile, but something close. "I don't mind skipping War Games," he said. "Though I'm curious as to why." He was used to not having a whole lot of details on a mission, but it was always nice.
Physical appearances of T'vaoans in the comics pretty much confirm they're still around. They need more love.
In highschool, my school's digital media program collaborated with the MN School of Business and Rhymesayers on this music video. I got to work behind the scenes on various things, and was even a tree in one of the scenes.

Spartan Rex-G124


The corner of Rex's mouth twitched upward at the Grunt's comment. He had spunk. That he could respect. As he drew closer, he clarified, "The flashy paint's supposed to be a sign of solidarity, according to my assistant. I'd prefer to have kept my armor black, but most of you… uh, Swords seem to prefer crimson."

He gave a terse nod to the other Spartans and the Sangheili; Rex still had no idea in hell what the proper conduct was with Hunters. He could tell from the way the Spartans spoke— hell, even the way they carried themselves— that they were Fours.

"Sierra-G124, reporting in," he said calmly.

"Or Rex, if you like," Suiko's voice came from his helmet's external speakers.

@Andromedai@ReusableSword@Zarkun@EliteCommander@Muttonhawk
@EliteCommander Rex is used to working solo, so that would probably put him near the bottom of the list of potential leaders.

@ReusableSword I just had an idea. How does Grik feel about flip music?
Spartan Rex-G124


Another Pelican made its way through Sydney's skies,touching down outside of UNSC HIGHCOM. As soon as the dropship's ramp touched the ground, a tall, armored figure stepped out into the sunshine, flanked by a single, unaugmented soldier. He immediately felt eyes on him. Spartans always caught people's attention, it was a fact that he had come to accept. He didn't like it, but he accepted it. However…

Why the gaudy paint scheme? he thought. The Spartan's armor had either been a plain, olive green, or black. I look like a damn hingehead.

"That's the point," came a feminine voice, partly through his helmet's internal speakers, partly through his neural interface. "Though, minus the slur. You'll have to bite your tongue and watch your language. The last thing we need is you angering a teammate during a firefight." The Spartan sighed, keeping his external speakers off.

"I know, I know, Suiko," he said. "Don't know why you even argued I should be part of this team." The AI's avatar, a young woman dressed in a simple kimono and a red and white fox mask, popped up in the corner of his HUD.

"My sole purpose right now is monitoring your mental state, and trying to prevent any violent outbursts. Consider this part of your therapy." The dumb AI's tone had the typical calculated tone of others of her kind, but there were hints of emotions in her tones at times. "But, yes, the reason we changed your armor's color scheme is to help with relations between the Swords of Sanghelios. Wear their colors, and maybe they'll be a bit friendlier."

"Last I checked, the Covvies have more subtle armor color schemes."

"Refer to them as 'Swords' when speaking about them. And speaking of…"

Suiko set a waypoint, and Rex turned his head. He was more than a little shocked to see, of all things, a Hunter walking around Sydney. Given its armor scheme and the ODSTs around it, it was safe.

Hopefully.

He could also see a Grunt and an Elite, but Rex had expected that. "Your heart rate and adrenaline just spiked," Suiko said. "They're blues."

"Reds."

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor."
Will read the opening post and work on mine. Plus, I'm trying to find some kind of representation for Suiko, since I want to put an avatar to her.
@EliteCommander Went and added that part to Rex's CS. Probably going to add something about how he's gone overkill on Covenant races.
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