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Spartan XVII: New Breed

Szabo read everyone's faces as he was talking, He gave a curt nod to the first few who answered respectfully then turned his attention to legs and Solton. He knew he was going to have problems with legs, He cared too little about the Hierarchy that needed to be followed for everything to move smoothly. Then there was Solton, Most definitely fired up about being outranked on the leaderboards.

Atticus turned to the two of them, "Legs, Can it. Ive seen your scores, Dont be so cocky. As for you 333, I cant seem to understand why you are questioning if Im the best at what I do? I mean I see your name under mine on the leaderboards, Isnt that so?" He replied with unmeasurable bitterness to counteract his extreme defiance and skepticism. "Now that we have gotten these issues out of the way I have uploaded all your tags to your HUDs. As for you Cyn, dont worry about the 'brute' title, None of us will be calling you that, Where did you get so sensitive anyway? Thought they woulda worked it out of you by now. Guess I have work to do~" He said as he sighed and turned away from the group looking at his data pad on his forearm. Movement caught his eye as the door opened and someone walked in.

"Officer on Deck!" He said as he slid his legs together, locked his back up straight, and formed a crisp Salute.

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@Ktyhrea I sure will go edit it, hang on

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Will be posting later today

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@Landaus Five-One all of our posts cover the majority of the day, it just cant be dusk yet. so just between lunch and dinner (For reference)

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Szabo took note of every spartan that was assigned to him. The first to do so was a very tall female spartan, number 497, He set her number into his data pad on his forearm. He set her tag to 'CYN'. He gave her a nod as she stepped up and into the 'Brute' position. Next was spartan 561. Atticus watched him and after he stepped into line at Special Weapons. Tagging him with 'EOS' for Explosive ordnance specialist. Third was Legs, Szabo knew of him, He was the kid that beat him in the placing race back when they were 13. Legs was put in the ranger/pathfinder position. A good fit in Szabo's eyes. Tagged him as 'LEGS', glanced over to him, then to the next spartan. Who was quite small to Atticus' surprise. Atari Finch, marksman. Positioned as stalker. She was kind of a mystery to Szabo, Tagged her as 'FNCH' for now. Spartan 333 stepped up to stalker as well. Szabo knew this one too well, He followed the spartan with his gaze. All the way until 333 stepped behind him, Atticus didnt look over his shoulder, implying his leadership and dominance so that he got the message across not to step out of line. Tagged him with 'SOL' Which was quite ironic since he was nearly a ghost most of the time, yet still his last name so it fit. Finally the Tactician came up, spartan 643, He was older, You could tell by his face. An easy tag for atticus, 'TAC'.

When the whole squad was up there they were dismissed to a debrief room. Atticus lead the team out of the mess hall and down the hall, around the corner, to their assigned debrief room. Once inside Szabo turned to the rest of the squad who had made themselves comfortable in the front few seats and even sitting on the tables or leaning on a wall. Szabo stood in the middle of them all which mad a little more than a semi-circle around him. He rotated as he talked, "Listen up. I know you are all used to being freelancers, However there is a time and a place for everything, any 'lone-wolf' behaviours will not be tolerated. Clear? We were assigned one another for a reason. We will work as one, one mind, many bodies. All information needs to be shared as soon as it is acquired, Understood?" Szabo paused and waited for everyone's responses

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Was that a decent post?

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Vakim Malukavi

Day was breaking. Vakim was still standing on the battlefield, Watching the sun rise over the mass bloodshed. So many descendants littered the ground. Vakim knew so many were Gaia troops. It ached his heart. He fought for their lives. Not his own. After watching the Sun crest over the horizon he looked down at his sword, the black blade seemed to ooze and drip. The color forming into a puddle at his feet was a deep red. He took a large meaty hand of his and ran it from hilt to tip and threw any liquid from the edge. Sheathing the sword at his hip he turned and headed back towards the bulk of the troops, most of which had dissipated because the attacks rarely ever came at day. He stopped to talk to one of his lieutenants and said that all the wounded were taken to the enormous tree in Sunfire. He placed a hand on his lieutenants shoulder and gave him a reassuring nod and saying farewell until next attack. He lifted his massive wings and with a jump as well as a thrust of the wings Vakim took off towards the tree.

Once there he took a look around at all the carnage, as well as all the recovery happening. He wanted to help but he didnt know how. He had been observing for a tad too long and was blocking the doorway, so he decided to head towards the nearest taxis member. "Excuse me, How may I be of service?" The healer pointed to a large stack of bloody rags, towels and garments, asking him to take them and wash them the best he could. He nodded and walked over towards them, having to watch his step and keep his wings from knocking over any taxis on the the edge doing what they can for a wounded soldier. Taking the large basket of Garments he heaved them high enough to clear any heads down low. He thought of the nearest place to wash them and figured he should just go to the bottom of the river coming down from the mountain. He stepped out the door and took off again. Taking his time he got to the river and washed the bandages and what not the best he could, laying each one on a rock to dry while he washed the rest. By the time they were all dry it was almost midday and he flew them back. Dropping them off he turned for the closest pub or tavern to waste the day away, Sleeping on the table most of the time.

He awoke to the scream of a wounded soldier who had just been scared awake from a nightmare and the pain he had to deal with. Vakim couldnt shake the feeling of being useless and helpless, He got up, checking his surroundings, He called to the bartender and asked how much he owed him. Turning back to the table he threw down that many Fotians and walked out. Taking in a deep breath he sighed and followed the sounds of agony and the heavy scent of blood, as well as all the thrashing he felt though the air and ground. He was in the middle of a pretty open area when he decided to stretch his arms and wings. While they were spread wide, a Civilian pointed out a large split in his hide under his left arm. Vakim took a look and was surprised to find exactly what the citizen had said. He fingered it to see if it hurt any. Which it didnt, but it was a deep cut, major weak point in his armor-like skin. He continued onto the Temple where the groans and screams came from. He stepped inside, looking for a healer that could spare a second. Finding one who didnt Immediately have their hands on a patient he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, I was just headed back out to the battlegrounds before dusk, however I seem to have an imperfection in my hide," he said jokingly, covered in scars and inperfections. "Do you think you could patch this quickly before I head back down?" He asked politely hoping it wasnt too much to ask. @Rai

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@Darkmoon Angel Add some more until you get onto the stage like I did, we will all be on stage then I will move on

Spartan XVII: New Breed

Anyone can post at anytime now XD

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@Rai I gotchu. Getting it started soon