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ODST: First Contact

OKAY. It was a kind of rushed post, so forgive me if it rambles a bit. I'll probably go through and revise it after work in case I missed some shit or forgot somebody/thing.

ODST: First Contact

Jason had been sleeping before the call came- Or, more accurately, dozing upright in a corner, leaning on the locked joint of his metal knee to stay standing. It was rare that he took his helmet off in the field- A long taught lesson from his previous C.O. And, snoozing as he was, the visor was darkened to hide his face. Of course, all of this made it all the more comical when the call to attention came through their comms. The young ODST jolted to wakefulness with a grunt, stumbling forward a few steps and shaking his head to clear the ringing from his poor, unprepared ears.

"Gah..."

The word came out as a grumble, while he started working the stiffness out of his limbs- Listening idly to the conversations of the others. It wasn't his place to chime in on the 'mistake' from their rookie. He was barely any older than her- And he'd only been a helljumper himself for a year. So he left it to the more experienced members to reprimand her over eagerness. He was even about to chime in on the light ribbing from Fours when Ruben started with one of his.... Famous speeches. It took everything Jason had not to start giggling in his helmet- He even resorted to ghost boxing in the corner, something he was rather prone to doing whenever he was idle and not sleeping.

"Then we shall simply have to escort those with whom they ought to be debating to them! The protesters will not hurt one of their own, if we want this to go over smoothly, we need to find and escort Nimbian government representatives to Capital. So, I would like to open up the floor. We know there's a very severe risk to the Capital building at this very moment, one which requires urgent addressing before we go on the hunt. Does anyone have any suggestions as to how we may proceed? I am all ears."

As Ruben wrapped up, Jason ceased his antics, instead stepping closer to the group- Checking his pistols as he spoke, to make sure his magazines were full and spares were ready. And that his knives were in easy reach, of course.

"There's not much we can do about a crowd like that unless we start taking pot shots from the windows. Calming them down is useless- We need to redirect their attention, is all, without sparking full force violence. You're good at giving speeches, Berne; Hop up on a podium, broadcast a message- Feed them some sob story, get them listening, sympathizing. Doesn't matter how. While you do, send Hanzer and I to grab our Nimbian. We're quick, clanky as we might be- Can get them in to have a little chat with out ambassadors before you even finish bringing the audience to tears."

He shrugged, slipping one of his pistols back into its holster on his thigh with a metallic 'shhk'.

"Keeps them from throwing molotovs at the capital, and unless somebody tries to fire on us while we're walking our new friend into the front doors, it shouldn't require a lick of bloodshed. Most of them are just farmers following the mob mentality, no reason to get violent with them right now. But, as always, Berne- The call's yours."

He dipped into a flourished bow, lightly mocking the Sergeant's theatrics.... It really wouldn't be the first time. He'd bought the man peter pan tights for Christmas the previous year.

"And with fours and Iron on overwatch, it should go off without a hitch. As long as the Rookie can keep up with me."

ODST: First Contact

Personally I'm more on Myke's boat- I work and have frequent non-work related business to attend to IRL five days a week. So I'll likely be posting 2-3 times per week. (I'll -try- to do more. But I can't promise any more than what I said.)

That said, I'll try to hammer out a post here before work in an hour.

ODST: First Contact

We are all OCD hos here. XD

ODST: First Contact

Belman, Jason

Appearance:



Standing at six feet and four inches in height, and built with a surprising amount of muscle for his otherwise narrow frame, Jason looks like a kid that outgrew his face, in most opinions. However young he might look, though, it isn't hard to see he's had some combat experience- The odd, commonplace scar on his chest, arms, and face are easy to spot, of course. But far more striking is his left leg. From the middle of his thigh on, there -is- no leg, replaced with a military prosthetic. Extensive burn and laceration scars run up along what's left of the leg and over his left hip and side- More mild ones along the inner thigh on both legs, and his groin.

Name:

Belman, Jason

Gender:

Male

Age:

Twenty-one

Rank:

PFC

Specialization:

Close-quarters combat and reconnaissance

Callsign:

"Stick"

Psychological Analysis:

Psychological Report: PFC Belman, Jason; Post-Injury

Post-Injury evaluations have found PFC Belman to be surprisingly resilient to the expected long-term psychological damage of combat and injury. In fact, during the first weeks of recovery, Belman appeared entirely unbothered by his loss of limb, or the fact that he was to be redeployed after recovery- Which is, in itself, concerning. At first, it was expected that he subconsciously blocked out the memories of the events to minimalize trauma. But, when questioned about his injury, he was able to describe in detail the events leading up to and following his injury, without visible signs of emotional or physical discomfort.

When this was brought into question directly to Belman, he replied only "If I let this stop me from being me, than how can I keep it from happening to other people?". While an understandable sentiment, I fear that Belman is repressing necessary coping mechanisms and merely putting up a face in order to avoid medical discharge. However, as he currently displays no hard evidence of PTSD or other dangerous markers, he is cleared for active service, until otherwise proven unfit for duty.

Matters of injury aside, Belman displays little change in personality or temperment from his initial psych-evals upon enlistment. He still displays a high degree of optimism in situations of generally grim nature, and maintains his 'hero complex', determined to put the safety of others before himself. His distrust of authority, however, directly related to the previous issue, has been dampened by time spent under his previous C.O. He is more willing to -trust- the orders and word of superiors, rather than attempt to find his own workaround.

Military Background:

Jason's history before the military is mainly an unknown- An Earthborn kid of average qualities, there was nothing remarkable to his past.... Outside of a long line of suspensions and expulsions from schools. He arrived in military school at sixteen, and the record of expulsions for fighting led to the initial belief that he was a problem child- One that needed the discipline military school could provide to whip him into shape.

However, the reality proved different. Jason was a fantastic student and all around good kid- He cared about his work, did his best, and did as he was told- Despite a blatant distrust, if not total resentment of, authority figures. The truth became clear half-way into his first semester, however: When he was caught beating another student in the yard, standing between them and another student that suffered from a black eye and split lip. When the three were later questioned, it became apparent that Jason had jumped in to stop his victim from beating up the smaller boy, intent on making sure the bully 'learned some fucking manners', as he put it.

Jason's distrust of authority also became far easier to understand after this event, as he fully expected to be punished or expelled for 'playing the hero' and defending the other boy. He showed surprise when that proved to not be the case- In this event, or several others that followed. Instead, he was scolded for going too far, and sent to the psychiatrist to learn to control himself and put that 'hero complex' to much better use. Over the two years he spent in the school, the urge to jump between bully and victim proved impossible to quash down- But, Jason did show massive improvement in controlling himself, and his excellent classwork and behavior otherwise earned him a recommendation from the school when he registered for basic at the end of his schooling.

From there, his military career went forward with few hitches. His distrust of authority figures proved troublesome at first- For while he followed orders, he rarely did so without question. But, after basic and combat training, he was assigned to one Sergeant Rapsin's squad as a close quarters combat-and-reconnaissance specialist. He and Rapsin got along spectacularly, and their logic lined up exceedingly well- Leading to a gradual lessening in his distrust, as experience under a good commanding officer taught Jason the patience he couldn't learn in training.

It was a year into his service under Rapsin that Jason and his squadmates had the misfortune of coming under a rebel ambush on one of the colony worlds. Jason had been through firefights before- but this was different. It was terrifying. In less than a few seconds, three of his friends and comrades fell under the surprise fire. Those that made it to cover were pinned down- There was nowhere to go, and popping out to return fire cost another two injuries... And another one his life. Jason was crouched behind their overturned truck, caught by himself, when he heard a shout: "Sticky out!" He barely had time to register it before he saw something black and dripping fly out from the trees. They had been aiming for the truck, to make a bigger blast... But he got in the way. He felt it hit him- A grenade covered in sticky black goop, sticking fast to the armored plate on his thigh. The grenade blew a second after that, costing him his left leg, and six months in the hospital recovering. He managed, just in time, to jump away from the truck, keep the blast angled away to prevent the larger explosion from triggering- An act of heroism, he was told.

He still isn't so sure.

Due to that act, however, and his strong record beforehand, Jason was offered a promotion while in the hospital- To enter ODST training upon his recovery. Despite urging from family and friends otherwise, he accepted eagerly- And as soon as he healed and adjusted to the prosthetic attached to him, he dove into training. Months later, after excelling during training and earning the rank of PFC, he was assigned to the 42nd Tactical, and has served there since as "Stick"- So named due to the circumstances of his 'amputation'. It's been almost a year and a half now, for Jason- And he's still convinced that becoming an ODST was the best choice of his life.

Loadout:

M7 SMG- Suppressed, ironsights

M6C Magnum (x2)- Suppressed, ironsights

Combat Knife (x2)

Smoke Grenade (x4)

Medical kit

Halo ODST: First Contact

Am I good to throw Jason up in the characters tab, myke?

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No problem at all. ^^ I'm making the adjustments now- It's only a difference of a year, so it shouldn't have much effect on anything but Jason's experience level- And even then, not much. So we more or less both win. <3

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@vietmyke- I updated and changed Jason's history so that it was a sticky grenade from insurrectionists that took his leg instead- No contact with covvies, no knowledge of covvies. ^^ Let me know if it's alright now.

Also, @Treue, it's up to you if you want to take the rookie title or not. <3 I can tweak Jason's stuff a bit to have him a little older, have everything have happened a bit longer ago so that you can have the rookie.

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Fair enough. XD Anyhow, we could just have -two- FNG's. Both of their histories put them into ODST action pretty damn recently.

Also just realized that they both have prosthetics. THE NEWBIE CYBORGS

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*Quietly hopes senpai-myke will notice him*

Also how've you been man, haven't seen you in like, three RPs.