Alex hears someone that did not belong to her new trio of 'friends', and she turns to face the newcomer. In reply to the man's comment, she replies, "Thank you. I trained in... Life. You do not want to know where I have come from." Alex replies, crossing her arms. "Though, military training did help quite a bit, but I was already tough." She says, bowing her head slightly before she takes a swig of her bottle.
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Smarty Jones... Just... Consider removing the 'Smarty' part of your name if you're going to try and kick up a side-argument here, there's no reason for that. Otherwise, let's just move on.
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People don't tend to think about rules when in disputes. Instead, just point out that whoever stops arguing first gets to see the other make a fool of themselves if they going after it all stopped.
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The best part about being on the Guild this long is that nowadays, I can sit back and chuckle as the newcomers try to start a fight an instead get all the old hands ganging up on them. Popcorn for me.
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Got my first covid vaccination today. I was terrified, but the staff there were very well trained and things went well.
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Every few minutes playing Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, I tear up from the memories. It's not often you get a game that truly pulls at the same heartstrings as your childhood playthrough's once did.
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For the hour that she had spare, Belle had began to weld a crude form for a small robot with the scraps. The thing was almost like a small dog, walking it's way slowly to one side of Belle's room. Belle tapped rapidly on her datapad, her taps sounding like quiet machinegun fire, as she programs the robot, which currently had no name. Penny rode on the back of it as it turned around and began to walk up to Belle. Belle pets it on the head, before listening to James on the COM. "This is Belle, roger that." She says. She motions for Penny to follow, and she slips on her toolbelt as she walks to the engine room.
The engine appeared to be functioning, at least from the interior. She figured she would have to go EVA and repair the exterior of the engine, so she walked to an airlock, taking off the belt and slipping on an EVA suit before putting back on the belt and floating outside. She activates the thruster pack, and floats to the engine. She almost immediately spots the gash in the side, and floats forward to repair a loose conduit, the main source of the problem.
The engine appeared to be functioning, at least from the interior. She figured she would have to go EVA and repair the exterior of the engine, so she walked to an airlock, taking off the belt and slipping on an EVA suit before putting back on the belt and floating outside. She activates the thruster pack, and floats to the engine. She almost immediately spots the gash in the side, and floats forward to repair a loose conduit, the main source of the problem.
You're not a good shot.
"Oh, shut up, Penny." Belle says in reply to the text on the datapad, however the text was the truth. Belle was definitely not a good shot/ In the current duration of the fighting, Belle had only taken out one enemy fighter, and that was of pure luck. She was certainly not suited for a gunner job, so she disembarked from the turret as they began to flee the battle, feeling accomplished at getting at least one kill. "Penny, where are you?" Belle asks, and then laughs when she got the reply. "You seriously just did that? At least dump the parts in my room, and don't let anyone else know." Penny had moved to where Huzuni's turret was after it had been damaged, and she had hopped around, grabbing pieces of metal and electronics like a very intelligent magpie and flying to and from Belle's room, taking all of the scraps not just from where the turret was but from different places of the ship and piling them up in front of her door in a small pile. "Be a babe, and convert some additional computing power into thinking of some new designs with the supplies we have. Include weaponry. We could either fashion or obtain some." Belle says, beginning to walk to the bridge.
Suddenly, she stopped, watching Huzuni with Jack. Belle shook her head, crossing her arms. At least he is okay. She thinks, before looking toward James. "Sir, have you any tasks for me to do? I am not good at using a turret, it seems, and Penny is coming up with multiple designs of robots with our little amounts of material that I want to try."
"Oh, shut up, Penny." Belle says in reply to the text on the datapad, however the text was the truth. Belle was definitely not a good shot/ In the current duration of the fighting, Belle had only taken out one enemy fighter, and that was of pure luck. She was certainly not suited for a gunner job, so she disembarked from the turret as they began to flee the battle, feeling accomplished at getting at least one kill. "Penny, where are you?" Belle asks, and then laughs when she got the reply. "You seriously just did that? At least dump the parts in my room, and don't let anyone else know." Penny had moved to where Huzuni's turret was after it had been damaged, and she had hopped around, grabbing pieces of metal and electronics like a very intelligent magpie and flying to and from Belle's room, taking all of the scraps not just from where the turret was but from different places of the ship and piling them up in front of her door in a small pile. "Be a babe, and convert some additional computing power into thinking of some new designs with the supplies we have. Include weaponry. We could either fashion or obtain some." Belle says, beginning to walk to the bridge.
Suddenly, she stopped, watching Huzuni with Jack. Belle shook her head, crossing her arms. At least he is okay. She thinks, before looking toward James. "Sir, have you any tasks for me to do? I am not good at using a turret, it seems, and Penny is coming up with multiple designs of robots with our little amounts of material that I want to try."
"You see, I have wanted to ask questions. To find out more. However, there are things you can learn more from not asking questions. For example, from not asking anything, I have learned that you are quite awkward." Belle gives a giggle, reaching up to Penny. The bird, still not impressed with Belle's words from earlier, gave Belle a small zap with her tail, on one of the lowest settings. "Hey, lil bugger." Belle says, looking at Penny with raised eyebrows and a smile that said she was more amused than hurt. "Hun, I'm sorry." She says. The bird flaps it's wings and hops onto her shoulder, nuzzling Belle's cheek. "She's quite... I'm not even sure how to say it, but I like it. I always have." Belle says to Ramia.
Suddenly, the voice of the captain rang out, and Belle straightened. "You heard the captain. I'll see you around, I hope!" Belle says, before dashing to find where a turret was. "Penny, see if you can scavenge parts, just some spare metal and whatever. I need something to work with when upgrading Artyem's robot, and you ain't gonna help much in a space battle. Oh, and wireless link to the datapad, please. Go text." Belle unhooks her datapad from her toolbelt and hands the toolbelt over to Penny. The bird, for it's size, was strong enough to lift the belt and fly away. Penny, herself, had already made a connection to Belle's datapad, and Belle saw the text as she mounted a turret. Why make me carry this thing? Belle laughs, beginning to operate the turret.
Suddenly, the voice of the captain rang out, and Belle straightened. "You heard the captain. I'll see you around, I hope!" Belle says, before dashing to find where a turret was. "Penny, see if you can scavenge parts, just some spare metal and whatever. I need something to work with when upgrading Artyem's robot, and you ain't gonna help much in a space battle. Oh, and wireless link to the datapad, please. Go text." Belle unhooks her datapad from her toolbelt and hands the toolbelt over to Penny. The bird, for it's size, was strong enough to lift the belt and fly away. Penny, herself, had already made a connection to Belle's datapad, and Belle saw the text as she mounted a turret. Why make me carry this thing? Belle laughs, beginning to operate the turret.
Well, considering you just stated he would have a prosthetic hand, I'd have to call you stupid if you didn't include that in your CS's bio/CS somewhere. No offense.
-Indeed, The Rubble was originally a mining station. However, the way you wrote it described it as a small mining station of which the Covenant attacked and a group of people escaped. You also said it in a way which indicated the Covenant attacked it while it was still a small mining station. Also, the plan was to get Slipspace navigational data from the insurrectionists, as well as functioning Slipspace drives, not just overrun the asteroid with Unggoy. They could easily do that with any asteroid.
-I agree with your second point.
-Spartans are expensive. ONI watches him, they'll put him off because he's acting all suicidal.
-At no point did you say he came out hurt, either. Your point is invalid. You wrote about it and then gave no indication of injury, nor did you write he was uninjured.
Zarkun also supplied an additional point. Sergeant Johnson was part of the ORION/Spartan-I project.
And good afternoon, Zarkun. ^_^
-I agree with your second point.
-Spartans are expensive. ONI watches him, they'll put him off because he's acting all suicidal.
-At no point did you say he came out hurt, either. Your point is invalid. You wrote about it and then gave no indication of injury, nor did you write he was uninjured.
Zarkun also supplied an additional point. Sergeant Johnson was part of the ORION/Spartan-I project.
And good afternoon, Zarkun. ^_^
wow i dident say a thing must have been a hel of alot of multitasking
also what kind rp are you in anyways ?
I'm currently in this RP, a Halo RP (Co-GM), a werewolf RP (Co-GM), A mech RP (Co-GM), a superhero RP, and a RWBY RP (which I think is dying/dead) and a number of 1x1 RPs.
"No problem," Belle replies to Ramia. After tapping her wrench on the side of a plate to check it, she looks up at Ramia, cocking her head. "Ramia, you're sounding a little off," Belle says, pulling herself up, looking straight into the eyes of Ramia. "Tell me," She says, tilting her head. "Tell me, tell me, tell me." Belle speaks quickly, smiling at the other woman kindly. There was suddenly a loud clunk as something lands on top of the flight suit, sounding more like it slammed into it, and peered it's head over to stare at them. Belle looks up at Penny, then looks back down at Ramia with a little giggle.
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Right, so having a read through I have a few things to say about your CS and a few things you have done in it. Others may comment on this, too;
-The Rubble was a (I'll put this simply) colony, of sorts, of a massive amount of interconnected asteroids, built by the survivors of Madrigal. It was also an insurrectionist hideout. That's just a small fraction of the story of the Rubble. What you wrote did not align with the storyline.
-You've changed the storyline slightly by including Spartan-117 clearing a path for the marine to evac the wounded. I'll cut you some slack, as you did say he was on his way to another objective, but you see what I mean.
-I'm very unsure that just because someone saw Spartan-117 and survived the flood would mean that they are granted a place in the Spartan-IV program.
I also believe your character to be, well, I'm unsure how to say it. Jason seems to run into enemy fortifications/forces single-handedly, and get out unscathed, and also with the burden of an additional soldier he is trying to save.
Right, so having a read through I have a few things to say about your CS and a few things you have done in it. Others may comment on this, too;
-The Rubble was a (I'll put this simply) colony, of sorts, of a massive amount of interconnected asteroids, built by the survivors of Madrigal. It was also an insurrectionist hideout. That's just a small fraction of the story of the Rubble. What you wrote did not align with the storyline.
-You've changed the storyline slightly by including Spartan-117 clearing a path for the marine to evac the wounded. I'll cut you some slack, as you did say he was on his way to another objective, but you see what I mean.
-I'm very unsure that just because someone saw Spartan-117 and survived the flood would mean that they are granted a place in the Spartan-IV program.
I also believe your character to be, well, I'm unsure how to say it. Jason seems to run into enemy fortifications/forces single-handedly, and get out unscathed, and also with the burden of an additional soldier he is trying to save.
Jennifer fired rapidly, unloading at the enemies. It would be easier if she had something to track what was going on. Suddenly, she looked at her armour, spotting her helmet. Right, I just need to get it. She thinks to herself. Within a few moments, she planned a route, actions and alternatives. She peeked over her cover, firing three shots, before dashing for her armour pile. When she was halfway there, a distance she believed would be good enough for the voice protocol in her helmet to detect her voice, she called out, "Hud, code emerald!" The helmet picked up what she was saying, and turned itself on almost instantly, sacrificing certain systems for speed of activating vital ones. Grabbing her helmet, she swung it onto her head. It automatically picked up targets, and tracked where her gun was aiming. She began to fire, taking out targets more accurately now, firing with one hand and slipping on the armour pieces with the other.
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