Posts by xcrystalx

Alice boiled with Fury, was she really going to fight a fellow Spartan when Reach was already inhabited by many Covenant. She sneered a vile cuss "What the f*ck."

Alice ignored his attempts to go rouge, it was unlikely that one Spartan could jeopardize the mission. There were more than 30 Spartan 3's out there-fighting to save reach, to save humanity. She wasn't going to let a feeble and insane man bring her team down, not when there were bigger problems at hand.

Alice thrashed around the Falcon, holding onto Will's blood matted fingers, "James stop it!" she weeped-shattering inside. She didn't want this, she was sick and tired of living a life in which she was trained to kill, watching her brothers and sisters not make it through the surgery. "If you don't stop, I'm going to have to kill you." she threatened, voice thick with loathing.

Carolina moved ahead of Maine and California, "C'mon let's deliver the data core to the director." she mumbled, removing her helmet so she could finally breathe. The red strands of hair cleaved to her sweat matted forehead as she heaved a sigh. Another life wasted, possibly two. Unsure if Arizona and York would make it out alive, it was nothing new but she hoped that they would. Too many freelancers lost-of course it meant less competition but she didn't like where this was going.

Alabama sneered, objecting Carolina's orders and following the medics as she turned on her heel and went the opposite direction.

(Um how was he rouge for 7 years? Is he a Spartan 2 or 3, and how did he teleport? I have been keeping my criticism to myself this whole time but please be more specific and think logically.)

(May you start the rp, because I don't know the current location in which you want it to begin. :B)

(Halsey would know, they are always supervised and you're telling me that a CHILD became rouge as if he knew the covenant back then-most of the Spartan 2's died and the ones that didn't are much devoted. I don't want to be mean and all but this is making the rp stray a little too much, I feel bad for the creator because we did not ask his permission. :/ )

( I knows, Jorge is like almost in his 40s I think. Or was it 35 O.o I forgot. But Spartan 2's are likely to be older.)

(Want to involve the Reds and Blues soon? We can finish this scene and make it like an memory for all the surviving Freelancers and then lead it to Season 6-8)

Alice gave a meek smile towards Will, whose eyes was still closed. "We're almost there." she reassured him. She focused in on her com-awaiting for yet another taunt from the older male.

"No it's not, if anything it is mine. But thank you." she replied, looking away from the elite. She still didn't trust him but having him near slowly grew on her. She didn't feel like she had to always keep an watchful eye upon the alien.

Washington looked up from his cell, staring into the eyes of the Director. It was difficult from keeping his darkened heart tamed-he wanted to lunge at him, to tear his eyes out. Every night was a reliving nightmare, a memory he had to suffer and it wasn't even his own! It was Epsilon's!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Arizona and Alabama stared into the distance, they have been in hiding for the longest of time. Arizona was haunted from the memory of Project Freelancer and from that memory that stay glued to her mind, it also scarred her arms mobility. She could never lay a single hard punch ever again. Memories of the people she met, the ones that grew on her had to be forgotten-drifting away like paper in the distant wind. She let them slip between her fingers, even the ones she cherished.

The Falcon landed, as the co-pilot rushed the injured Spartan into the base, medics prepared to stitch his neck.

Alice was well aware of the Rouge's position, she knew he was near. Stepping outside of the aircraft and removing her helmet, she stared into the distance-pupils empty but still filled with something.

"It doesn't have to be like this James."

(You can rp as any original character :) And in order would be nice, though I might have to refreshen my memory. )

Alice froze, her throat going dry. Was this his act of surrender or was he advancing his next course of action. Either way, she was not letting her guard down. "Do you know your place now?" She asked distantly, bright eyes reflecting against the golden sun.

Alice peered over the Elite, nodding at him in case she needed back up.

Alice punched him softly but then pulled him into a hug, "Glad to have you back, soldier." she mused, a tear slipping from her eyes. It must have been weird for the Elite to see the ways of a human. Betrayal, trust and friendly affection.

(From what I remember Meta only comes in later, when Wash ask the blues for help to retrieve that AI from South Dakota, forgot the AI's name. He then beats the crap out of Wash later and steals the AI.)

Simmons followed Sarge, everywhere!-like the kissass he was. Grif just grunted his disapproval, turning on his side as he rested against the soft grass, the wind blowing against his fine hair.

"Hey fatass, get off your ass!" Simmons scolded laughing at his lame joke. Grif grumbled twisting and turning as he basked under the never ending sun.

"Can't you go bother someone that would actually care to what you have to say!" Grif complained, his face becoming red from irritation. The bright orange armored Spartan finally got up, of course punching Simmons in the mean time.

Alice wondered why James had gone rougue and how his white plate became tainted by the black droplets of betrayal. Her bowl of liquid was still unclear-she being still confused of this overall happening, but what occurred to her right away was the condition of Will.

"I have no idea how you can apologize to Will, but you better do it right away." She advised, strolling towards the Elite and nodding her appreciation. The color of her cheeks illuminated a deep crimson, relieved that everything was going as planned now.

(Was Tuck and Tex there? D: I forgot.)

Church rolled his eyes, Caboose was always joyous, rather flamboyant compared to the dull and average soldier he was. "Would you give it a rest, you're starting to give me a headache, oh wait-JUST HAVING YOU NEAR ME GIVES ME A F*CKING HEAD ACHE!" he screamed at the tops of his lungs. Looking through his scope he watched the reds from afar. Nothing new.
~~~~~~~

"What's that Lopez? I'm awesome? Why thank you, at least someone understands me." Grif declared, keeping his head high as he moved into the base in hopes of finding food.

( I don't think there is a cure, and it's up to Will I guess if he want's to keep his vocal cords, might want to be like Meta :P )

(Church is only in the dessert because that's when he became Epsilon and was an official AI, I believe Tex doesn't come back till season 8 right? When he awakens her. I'm guessing Tuck is in his own little world.)