Monster

|Heroes Among Us|

Alright, that's fine. In truth, I too am hoping the rp will pick up a little before the missions starts. I do understand, though, that life does call from time-to-time. So, it's not too much a problem to offer a little patience. Nevertheless, I would still like to be forewarned about long absences.

Also, I'm glad that you're starting to feel better, Dragon.

Charter, that is completely alright. I enjoyed your post anyhow, so it isn't a big deal.

|Heroes Among Us|

TIME SKIP | First Mission

Morning had come in the form of a melting light, seeping across the sky, overpowering the darkness and dispelling it to return to whence it had came. The sky was painted with numerous light, all different in color, stunningly gorgeous. The tree leaves glittered with early morning dew, reflecting the light back up to the vibrant splatter of color above. The sight was serenity in it's fullest form. Beauteous and relaxing. Aaelith could feel her heart beat slow, her muscles happily worn from last night's run. Her chest had healed now, faint scars from her claws remained - but with time, they would eventually fade as well.

With a faint sigh, the woman swiftly entered the manor, her legs drawing out to their fullest length as she climbed up the back steps, loose tawny hair bouncing against her broad shoulders. Stifling a yawn with her slender hand, Sam sauntered over to the kitchen, opening the door to the fridge with a leisurely gesture. Wine colored eyes locking onto the coffee she had stored away yesterday, wrapping her slight fingers around the cup and bringing the liquid close to her chest. Today was going to be a long day, she'd need all the coffee she could get. It had been suggested to her plenty times, though mostly as a joke; to try Monster energy drinks. Perhaps one day she would humor those few human's who thought the possibility hilarious.

After warming the cup and bringing the steaming liquid to her voluminous lips, Aaelith drank the dark liquid with a sense of urgency about her. The lavish drink lasted about thirty seconds. Sam sighed with content before setting the cup down on the counter and gazing around the room - not with her ability mind you, but just taking in the change of scenery. It was about five in the morning, so she doubted anyone would be up, so far she hadn't bumped into anyone, let alone seen a soul - no pun intended. Pursing her lips, Sam shifted into the counter behind her, pondering a single thought that perhaps she should do something for the team: make breakfast. She instantly banished the thought. Most likely she would either burn down the manor with her attempt, or the team would devoutly avoid her food, she hadn't come off as the caring type - she would imagine they would take it as her trying to poison them.

Huffing out an agitated breath of air, Sam pushed herself off of the counter and deposited her empty coffee cup into the waste bin before heading off in search of her room - and with it, her gear. She wanted to be prepared before heading announcing the mission. There had three options for her to choose from - but perhaps that would be settled upon later thought and discussion with her newly formed team. As she passed by the hallway where her team resided - Aaelith once again felt a tug at her chest. Tearing her gaze from her door, Aaelith focused instead on one that called to her inner beast. She could feel it - whatever it was, it was through this room. Stepping closer to the door, Aaelith placed her palm against the cold hard metal surface, leaning as close as she dared, she was about to gaze through - locate the source of this tug, of the unidentifiable evil. It must have been, she was sure that no good would ever draw out her most base instinct: to hunt.

She shook her head lightly, playing the feeling once more for basic paranoia. There was no way - it couldn't be.... She was the only demon here. Certain of herself, the demon stepped away from the door, silently slithering away to her room. Muttering her password, she entered the abyss. Only when it was time to call on the team, would she reamerge.

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To any of the team, Aaelith would appear to be a bossy control freak - which in fact, she was. But, to her, it was tough love. A warning not to get any closer than either wanted. It was for everyone's good that she remain distant. Even if that meant developing a hatred towards her, as long as it kept them away, Sam was fine with that.

Now would be the time to officially put that behavior into play. They may be on a team now, but relationships beyond that - petty friendships and such, Aaelith wanted no part in, this she would make clear. Or - that had been the plan anyway. As she wait in the command center for the whole team - not just her own division, Aaelith crossed her arms and began to pace around the room. Not that she was nervous, a demon is never such a thing. No, she was....upset. Yes, upset that her team had her waiting. Glancing up at the clock, Sam took note that it was still four minutes ahead of schedule. Pursing her lips, Aaelith continued her pacing. Surely she needn't a reason to be upset. She'd taken the liberty to place maps of the manor around on the hallway, going as far as to circle the mission control hub or them. Every room had been labeled - yet crudely drawn out. It's not like she could've just printed the layout, so for now, that would have to do until they got the hang of it.

Νιgнтғαℓℓ |ΗΑLΟ|

Well, the first post was a little more than expected. But, I felt I needed to set the mood.

=P

Νιgнтғαℓℓ |ΗΑLΟ|

So far, the day was a complete disaster. As Commander, Mira had a four star badge on her chest that might as well count for jack-shit now. She may be high in the chain of command, but when out on recall, the woman was just another spartan. One with a fancy badge. She'd run into a fair amount of paperwork as well - as a Spartan IV, rarely did she get to see the front-lines. Spartan II's were always the go to, but ever since the Chief had gone MIA, that had drastically changed.

Now, the short-haired red-head was constantly overseeing the take off's of multiple Spartan IV platoons. She'd even gone out on a few recon missions, scouting out new territory on the ring, tasked with reporting any covenant findings.

Her footsteps were loud and pronounced, drawing any nearby to glance over at the familiar sound. Mira, in her armor, was about 7'0. Something she regularly teased Palmer for when she had the chance. Either way, her steps always had a certain pronounced limp in them - due to her early service in the UNSC corp, during one of her first encounters with the covenant. Suffice to say, she'd taken quite a beating, endured it - but at the cost of her lower right leg. Now, she was outfitted with quite a high-tech replacement. It offered a lot more than a normal one ever could, at least in it's movement capabilities. Though, Commander Sanders had her moments when she missed it. It was, after all, a piece of her. Or it had been, before the ligament had been blown off.

Her Spartan armor was definitely one of the most recognizable features to her - besides of course, her prosthetic leg. It was specially outfitted for her, mostly in part to her leg, or lack thereof. Though it was also a gift to her due to her rank, she was glad for it. It was a comfortable layer of skin, like wearing a warm blanket just over her. Well, an assembled blanket made of metal...

"Commander, Private. Miller reporting." The voice brought the white knight to turn to the very small, unarmored cadet next to her. It was a comical scene, in all honesty. With a nod, she urged the small man to continue.
"This is for you, I... I wish you luck out there - not that you need it. But..." He paused, searching his brain for the next few words that seemed to be endlessly escaping him. With a light shrug, he handed over the tablet in hand. "It's just that there seems to be something going on out there. A storm raging. I don't know what's going on, but I know that whatever it is, it's going to be big."

The dusty white Spartan stared after the man's disappearing form until he faded from view completely, turning a corridor on the ship and blending in with the crowd of UNSC officers. Slowly looking down at her hand, now full with the presence of the tablet, Mira considered the boy's words. If she had been sought out - no doubt there was something big going on. That in mind, she headed off to the hanger bay, anxious to read the contents of the tablet.

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She had taken to sitting near the launching bay, head hung low. Helmet off to her side. This was it. Her eyes were dull and listless as she read through the tablet once more - scanning over the mission she was to lead. Her mind raced back to the beginning of her career in the UNSC. The oath she had taken to protect and serve. How throughout the years, that oath had become so jumbled - so distraught. There were times where she would find herself questioning protocol, laughing at how foolish they had been. The ring that they had once been so captivated over, so curious about.. It had been a second chance, perhaps a salvation. Now - now it was destruction. It was the end of their planet. Their home hung in the balance. All because of the ring's.

Letting the tablet fall from her fingertips onto the seat nearest to her, Mira stood and picked up her helmet, staring into her golden reflection. Lifting her helmet high over her head, the fiery haired woman placed it once more upon her head, swiftly clicking it into place. Marching towards the ship assigned to her, she checked with the pilot, asking over the conditions - doing the regular weapons check, and then boarded, awaiting her squad. Awaiting the launch that would change everything.


The soldiers had arrived, announced their names and rank and sat, awaiting launch just as she had. They were all apart of Fire-squad Endurance now, apart of the tracking mission. There had been suspicion of recent covenant activity, as well as a possible location of the lost Master Chief. All in all, this was probably one of the most important mission's they could have been assigned to.

The squad was made up of eight Spartans, all qualified and skilled in their own right. The pilot would make nine, though he wasn't to be on the ground with them. Mira had also read on the tablet that an AI would be assigned to gather any information they found - perhaps to help them along as well. She wasn't entirely certain of the capabilities yet, but based on the past few encounters with AI - she had been thoroughly impressed with their intelligence and integrity. She'd never met the Chief in person - but she'd heard numerous accounts of his AI - Cortana. She was definitely an interesting tale to hear. Practically a human, capable of showing emotion. Though, she was now MIA as well. No doubt, keeping the Chief in good company.

Mira had to admit, she'd always wondered what it would be like to have an AI alongside you in such a way. To get connected to something on an almost spiritual level, seeing as it was on you practically at all times. The Artificial Intelligence program, however, had been halting recently. So - the commander would have to wait for that opportunity to arise.

Deep in thought, she had almost missed the flashing in the cockpit. Almost. Turning her head, she stood from her seat and went over to check on the pilot. "What's going on?" The Spartan inquired, tilting her head to try and get a better view of the warning light flashing on the control panel. To no avail, as she couldn't see the direct issue. Rather, she was filled in by the pilot, who turned and gave her a grave look.
"We're heading into a whole fleet of Covenant... They just appeared on the radar, but at the rate we're flying, we'll be heading straight for them." The pilot bit his lips before continuing, Mira knew where this was going. "Look - either we land now, or we'll get forced down. I don't know this particular area of the ring though, so it's a risk either way. What would you have me do, Commander?" The pilot searched into the orange lens of the Spartan Commander, desperate to hear an answer. She knew though, that if they landed here, they would be too far off course to recover. She knew that the pilot recognized this too - otherwise their wouldn't be such a grim look on his face. He knew that there was not decision to be made. Only to be carried through. The look of disaster on his face only furthered that - he knew that they would be going through that covenant fleet, one way or another.

Placing a gauntlet on his shoulder, the heavy hand landing gently upon the soldier's military garb, she nodded. The nod that would confirm the course of the mission. The one that would lead to a revelation. To death - and to glory. With a nod of his own, the soldier turned back to the ship's controls, taking a deep breath, he speed the ship up towards it's course.

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Holding onto the nearby handle for dear life, Mira grunted as the next wave of blaster fire hit the ship's walls. The pilot had been right when he said they would either go by choice, or be forced down. Gritting her teeth, Mira conveyed the order to the other Spartan's in the ship, they were to wait until her command - then jump. Fire had already begun to claim the inside of the ship - heating things up incredibly. It was also burning the oxygen. Feeling eyes on her, she looked over to the cockpit, where a now cut and bruised pilot look back, his face solemn. They both locked onto each other's sights, and then, Mira knew - she pieced everything together. Even if he could get the ship out of the line of fire - the fire withing the ship would've burned the oxygen by then.

That moment, was when she knew that not only would this man die on account of her decision. But because of his death, they would be stranded without a pilot to bring them back. Even if they managed to gather the information - managed to relay it... She took a sidelong glance at the other Spartan IV's here with her, all suited and ready for deployment. She remembered each of their smiles, eager and proud before they were covered by their helmet - one last time. All of them would be stranded here - with the covenant army in place, it would be futile to send a rescue mission out to save a mere eight, or less Spartan's on the ring.

This would be their final stand. Their final mission - the ring would be their grave. CRSHHHHH The flames were rising higher now, spreading through the ship, almost reaching the small army inside. With one last look to the pilot - who gave her a nod, the confirmation to leave him. To continue, to survive what little time that she and the other's may have left, he turned back lowering them as close as he could to the ground. As the next wave of fire rained over the ship, the Spartans jumped. To what, they were unsure. Mira adjusted herself, placing her arms at her sides, lifting on hand t her helmet to switch on the mic, she relayed one more message as they were hurtling towards the ground. To do as she was now - and furthermore, survive.

Just ahead - an explosion rang out. Debris scattered around the falling Spartans. Mira closed her eyes. It was the remnants of the UNCS ship. The remnant of their survival.
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|Heroes Among Us|

Okay, the voting is closed. I'll get started on the beginning of the mission.

@Everyone: The image for the team is close to being finished. Now - this is a last call for character images. You can still arrange to have me upload an image based on your character appearance if you cannot find one yourself.

On another note, how is everyone?

|Heroes Among Us|

No, I can guarantee to you that I am looking toward to dishing out some justice as well. It looks like there is a clear victor in the voting section - so that'll be closed off soon.

Everyone, you have until tomorrow to cast in your vote for it to count, otherwise as will proceed with the winning poll so far. I hope to start the mission tomorrow.

Νιgнтғαℓℓ |ΗΑLΟ|

A roleplay between Monster and datadogie

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Monster

Mira T. Sanders
♀ | 23 | Spartan Ⅳ|

Personality: All for one, and one for all. A motto that Mira holds near and dear to her heart. She is a wildfire ready to rage onward, a true soldier. With gun in hand, and life on the line, she is a truly a sight to see. This woman is known for both her endearing smile and her curt personality. In any situation, she can keep her calm. At least.. she won't freak out. No guarantee's about her possible anger, however.
Rank: Lieutenant General **** | 1st Class
Skills: In edit

Spartan Armor

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Seeking Passionate Casual/Advanced Writers

I'd be interested in either Orange Is The New Black or Attack on Titan (which I would really be interested in).

Went to see Gone Girl

Taaj said
The only other days of significance I remember are when he met my parents for the first time, and the first time we uh----- yeah.

TP said
played scrabble?!?!?!?!?!?

I CAN'T LET IT GOOO!

The Nexerus said
Ugh, another racist Disney movie. Nothing but whiteys.

Let it gooooo