datadogie

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

"Heh. Backing out of a challenge. Funny thing is, you would've won." Helen walks over to him and taps his armour.

Mary looks at James. "I have discussed with my superior what the current situation is. Everything you hear here is classified." She looks him in the eyes. "I wish for you, Victor and Sarah to accompany me on my travels." She simply says.

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

Mary walks out. "I've been told to talk to you in private." She says. "Follow me." She turns and walks, heading to the cabins, to an empty cabin.
Helen smiles softly at Victor. "If you want, I'll give you a weight lifting competition to take your mind off of everything."

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

"We just shoot and don't stop shooting until they are dead." Helen replies. She goes over to the weights and begins to lift them with ease.
Sarah wakes up wearing medical robe, and looks around. She felt a faint pain in her stomach, but that was easily ignored.

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

Mary walked up to the bridge to give her report. In the work room was Helen, another Spartan, out of her armour. She was busy punching away at a punching bag, practicing hand-to-hand combat. She had a grin on her face as she punches the bag

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

Sarah groans lightly, remaining unconscious.
Mary approaches Cloaked Dagger, and maneuvers into the pelican bay. "Okay. You'll all be debriefed. Apart from Sarah. She needs proper attention." Mary says, getting out of the seat and opening the rear door and letting a pair of medics walk in, pick up Sarah and begin to walk to the medical bay.

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

As soon as Mary had seen Victor jump out of the seat, she transferred controls to the co-pilot's station and continued to fly. "We'll be there in ten minutes, I think."
Sarah remains unconscious.

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

(Yup.)

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

Sarah sighs, and sits down quickly. "Thank god that's over." She says. She then feels a little pain, and looks down. There was a pink needle looking thing in her stomach. She didn't even have enough time to curse before she slumped in her seat, unconscious, as the needle began to glow a strange pink colour. Mary looks at her. "Shit, she's wounded. I need to call into my prowler, and get it's location." She walks up to the front of the pelican, and climbs into the co-pilot's seat. She begins to type on the panel, then begins to converse with her prowler.
"Cloaked Dagger, do you read me?"
"Affirmative, Mary." Came the reply, which sounded slightly synthesized, the voice of a female AI.
"Hello, Zee. I need your location, ASAP. We were right. They came. I have wounded on this pelican. We need to fall back." Mary replies.
"Okay, Mary. I'll tell the captain. I'll also make sure to tell him that you owe him a beer. I don't know why. I just feel like you do." Zee begins to giggle, then the COM snaps off. Mary chuckles. She had always liked Zee. On the pilot's panel, the location of Cloaked Dagger was broadcast.

ODSTs: Hunters Become Hunted (Datadogie + kalinsovrin)

Sarah pressed a button, and the bay doors opened up. As she did this, a squad of the small masked aliens trotted in the door, saw what was happening, and began to nail the first person they saw. Sarah began to fire back at the grunts. Mary begins to fire from inside of the pelican, too. Sarah quickly runs toward the pelican, leaping in. Mary turns and shouts "Get us out of here!"

reaserch station delta

Opal had followed Shadow into the room, and watched, smiling, her tail swishing behind her. "I'm heading to the armoury. And then, I have something I need to finish." She says to Shadow, before turning and jogging to the armoury. After the quick jog, she puts her weapon on a table, and after a quick look around she picks up a piece of paper and a pencil. She begins to draw diagrams, and write things in the Zenohunt language. After a few minutes, she grabs a lazer cutter, and cuts the barrel out of the weapon, removing the clip at the same time. She then grabs some very soft but very strong material, placing it on the table. Cutting the barrel down to a very small length, she attaches it on, as well as a tiny firing system. She cuts a few ammo clips to a quarter size, and makes adjustments so it can fit on top of the barrel. She then adds some iron sights on the side, as well as a knife on the underneath that could rotate once unlocked. The result was a weapon she could wear as a bracelet, but have nearly the power of a rifle. It had only taken her five minutes, but she felt a little tired now. Walking back to her room, leaving the piece of paper with Zenohunt writing as well as the tools on the table at the armoury, she places the new weapon on the bedside table, and lies down on top of the bed, leaving the door open. She opens the drawer of the bedside table, and takes out a sphere. Her tail fluttering a tiny bit, she held it in her hands, and began to rotate the parts. Her friends back on Lemea had been sending her these. They were small puzzles that taught Zenohunts patience. You had to rotate the pieces on the sphere until a small gemstone (or anything else that is put inside) falls out. It could take days to open one. They were called 'oras'. Opal had a shelf lined with all sorts of different gemstones from oras she had solved. Almost every single ora was different. They were hand made, too, not industrialized. Opal lays on her bed, trying to solve the ora.