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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚢𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙. 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙾𝙽𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 - 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚝 - 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕, 𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝙽𝙸-𝚜𝚎𝚌 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚢𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎.

𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙾 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔-𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

"𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. "𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛."

"𝚄𝚑-𝚑𝚞𝚑." 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑-𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙾𝙽𝙸-𝚜𝚎𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗.

"𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚜, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚜." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚢𝚔𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎. "𝙷𝚎𝚑, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝." 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚁 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍.

"𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚜, 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝟹'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 - 𝙾𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚑.. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎." 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚂𝙿𝙺𝙽𝚁. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙲𝚘𝚘𝚕." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙾𝙳𝚂𝚃𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚢 - 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙. 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙾'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙, 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙲𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. "𝙼𝚊'𝚊𝚖, 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝙼𝚊'𝚊𝚖." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎.

𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝙽𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. "𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚁-𝟻𝟻. 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. "𝙰𝚗𝚍... 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜." 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝, 𝙴𝚕𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 - 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍.

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Ray Younan

Name: Ray Younan

Rank (If applicable): Petty Officer Third Class

Species: Human.

Appearance: A roughly six foot three individual with a bulky figure. Wide framed, physically fit to the standard and no less. Pale white skin with blue hooded eyes. A wavy top of dirty-blonde hair just within the bounds of regulation.

Skills: Investigation, intelligence gathering, report writing. The usual spook 411.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment: M7 SMG, M6D.

Hider

Background:

The Beginning:
On the day of January 7th, 2530, a child of no certain significance was brought into this universe. Being born to nothing more than a pair of farmers who bore the names Zehra and Jan. Who, besides feeding, providing shelter for the child, and a surname, contributed little else to their newborn. This baby was christened Ray, and so began the dull years of infancy.

Ray was born to a family of ten and was the second youngest among them. Earning him the misfortune of not being able to claim first born or be pampered by his parents as the baby. Because of this shared similarity, he grew close to his former four siblings which would begin teaching him raising him to survive the world. Walking, talking, thinking, seeing, understanding. A baseline spattering of them all to develop a functional boy in the years to come.

What followed was nothing short of misery and mind-numbing simplicity. As soon as Ray gained his strength and wit he was set to work in the field. Helping his brothers push plows through the tough soil. Sewing the ground with seed and crop for the next harvest. The days ended the same for quite a while. Plow, sew, eat just enough to survive, sleep, rinse and repeat. With the sprinkling of beatings when an old tool would finally call it quits.

As Ray began getting older he’d begun to form his own opinions. Never on things such as politics; that was completely lost to him and his family out on the farm. Who ruled the planet and what they called themselves mattered little. All that mattered was the job at hand. Instead, his thoughts were on his parents and siblings. He grew to love his brothers and sisters and despise the woman he came out of and man that provided the spark of life. The one thing they had taught him was to believe in something greater. In god. Which, to their credit he did. Ray prayed day and night for this boring farm in the middle of nowhere to simply disappear. To experience what lay beyond the fencing of their farm. The outside world.

On February 20th, 2537, Ray’s prayer came true. The outside world came to them and with it the human-covenant war. For the first time he saw a spacecraft soar through the sky. He heard the sounds of distant battle and watched the lights stream down from alien ships to melt swathes of land. It was like a magic trick, turning stone, dirt, and flesh into glass. His parents cared very little for it all, but Ray and a few of his siblings were ecstatic. For the first time since the beginning something was happening and they wanted to leave this place for a closer look. So, they gathered up and hopped the fence. Travelling through woods and plains with the glow of a burning city to guide them. Upon arriving, he saw magnificent and horrifying things. Buildings larger than he thought possible were torn in two. Faces he had never seen before littered the streets attached to unfamiliar people and corpses. Gunfire. The smell of smoke, but also the familiar scent of death. Even if they wanted to leave by now the direction they came was long lost to them.

Thankfully, Ray’s tale didn’t simply end there. He wasn’t consumed by the inferno raging across the planet. As their curiosity wore off it was replaced with fear and they wandered the streets in search of safety. Which came in the form of a Sergeant Halthrope and his squad of marines. The children were swiftly swiped up and carried off without words of comfort or introduction. It was action that saved their lives and brought them to the last drop ships leaving the city.

Glass half full:
Seven years of nothing suddenly bursting with excitement and unfamiliarity. Ray watched as the pelican lifted from the ground and the true scope of this extermination was revealed. How big the city was, how big the planet was, how big their ships were… The ramp closed and the planet got smaller until he could see the light of his homeworld being incinerated. Each of the children took it differently. Some were sad as they had always been, mourning for their lost farm and those that were in it. Some were lost in reflection. Others were glad that they didn’t have to spend a moment more tending the field. But only Ray was excited for what lay in store. They were flown up higher and higher. Past where the birds soared. Past the clouds that were never reachable. Then out of an atmosphere and into the void of space. Everything they knew shrinking smaller and smaller. Then they landed.

What greeted Ray was not a warm welcome, or even confused stares like he might have expected. Instead it was an assortment of tired and bloodied soldiers shuffling slowly from their dropships into the depths of this much larger craft. Heads hung low in defeat. All except Halthrope and his five men. They walked down their ramp carrying children in their arms and on their backs. Heads held high.

Ray and his family were taken off to eat amongst the crowd of soldiers. The food was like nothing he had to this point. It wasn’t bread and corn or meat. It was the grool of a warrior. The kids devoured it, then were huddled off to sleep on the bunks of soldiers who wouldn’t be needing them anymore. In the morning, when they awoke, they showered and cleaned themselves. After being brought in front of a man that was much better dressed than the rest of them. Respect. That’s what he saw on each of their faces. Whoever this was is deserving of that admiration. The Captain introduced himself and told them they’d be staying on the ship for a while due to the situation. Which didn’t bother Ray or the other children much. On their first day they were already enjoying it here.

So, the next few months were spent aboard the UNSC ship. In this short time Ray learned more than he had ever learned in his seven years, and more than he’d ever learn again. He was brought up to speed with the rest of the universe. Seeing ships, guns, armor, stars, friendly people, and everything beyond his small little farm. He was told about the UNSC and the Covenant. Past wars, the expansion, the whole deal. Sergeant Halthrope became what he never had in that small time. A father. Teaching him most of what he would use in his adult life and who he’d become. Though, the most important lesson he learned from the Sergeant is to be grateful for what you have, rather than spiteful for what you don’t. Looking at a glass as half way full as opposed to half way empty.

This continued on until enough time had passed that the ship was sure it wasn’t being followed, then returned to it’s station to resupply and regroup. Farewells were said, hugs were exchanged and even tears shed. And like that it was onto the next stage of life. The children were placed in a program for refugee children without a home. Some were lucky to be sent with their brothers and sisters, but Ray was not one of the fortunate ones. He was placed in the care of an elderly couple. They were kind enough, but they would never replace the Sergeant in his heart nor provide sound advice that he’d take with him to the grave.

Wealth of information:
Soon Ray was sent to start his schooling. He had learned many things, but was never educated or attended any sort of class taught by someone with a semblance of a degree. It turned out it was just about as mind numbing as experience on the farm, but despite this he held true and stuck with it. Glad, at the least, he didn’t have to deal with his parents.

The real lesson he learned from his earlier years of education was not anything said by the teachers or written down on a whiteboard. It was that he didn’t belong. He didn’t fit into this environment, not because he knew more or less. Not because he was a simple farm boy from a backwater planet. It was because he had seen the thrill and horror of war. His family was far away, and the family he was born to was dust. None of them would understand that. So, rather than attempt to socialize with any of them Ray buckled down. Focusing the entirety of his effort on simply gliding through school as quick as he could through vigorous study. The plan certainly did no favors for his ability to talk to women or really anyone without making it awkward but he did succeed. Skipping grades to catch him up on the years lost. Then going further to catapult himself ahead of those in his age group. Not having to deal with the usual stressors of bullying thanks to being larger than most of his peers.

Through the next eight years this trend continued. However, his schooling wasn’t free and his adoptive father was too ill to work. He followed his new mother and worked under her establishment. A masseur, rubbing backs and working knots for money. Soon Ray set into a schedule that he’d keep. One that felt vaguely like his time back on the farm. School. Work. Eat. Sleep. Thus it was maintained until his graduation in 2546.

Into the fire:
It wasn’t long after receiving his diploma that Ray found himself in a UNSCMC recruitment office. Since meeting the Sergeant he had dreamed of stepping into his place. Wearing that armor. Seeing the galaxy. So when he shook hands with a recruiter and signed his name on some digital document he felt nothing but that same excitement. When his long unkempt hair was buzzed, when he was tossed into a uniform, when he was shipped away from everything and placed among others who suffered the same fate. Excitement. Boot camp was a breeze and finally he felt like he was somewhere he belonged. Among people he belonged with. They all had signed up for the same reason and they were worth making the effort to talk to.

After nearly a year of training Ray was officially a part of the United Nations Space Command’s Marine Corps. With a whole host of people he could call friends. The war was starting to get more desperate and bodies were needed. It wasn’t a week after training that their unit was shipped out. Once more being thrust into the unknown.

Skopje:
News of a nearby UEG colony being attacked reached the unit’s ears, and though they had no concrete idea of where they were headed the name Skopje had been passed around from enlisted to enlisted. A smaller planet, however still one populated by millions of civilians. It was a nice world with a dense atmosphere. Rich green forests with one center city at it all. It’s main trade was a massive shipyard that produced freighters, and recently converted to creating warships to fuel the war machine. When they came into orbit they could see the battle was already underway as the fire of a burning city glowed through the clouds. They had word that Shock Troops had already been deployed to the surface to secure safe evacuation for the city’s population. However, the ship they deployed from had been destroyed not long after they dropped. Leaving only the floating wreck and drifting bodies of naval crewmen slowly circling this sphere of dirt.

The marines had been tasked with one simple objective. Riding down on the gunships to extract the ODST and any survivors at the evac point, then return before their ship had a chance to be blown out of the sky. So, they loaded up. Four for each drop ship. Buckling down in their seats as the craft lowered. The ramp closed and soon they were unhitched and free falling into the atmosphere. The red glow of entry tinting any view port. As they neared closer they broke through the thick layer of cloud and smoke. Greeted by the daunting sounds of battle. The pelican shook as occasional fire was received. Each man and woman clutching their weapons. Soon enough their stomachs lifted and slammed back as they settled ungracefully on the ground. They began to lift from their seats as the ramp lowered. But, before they even had time to exit a squad of ODSTs with a family in tow piled into the craft. Then, the ramp closed and the pelican lifted again.

Ray’s first hand look at war had been as simple as hearing it, and seeing the aftermath climb desperately into their seats before leaving. Not a single shot fired or round received. That’s not to say there weren’t casualties. Most of the other gunships had been shot down on entry or as they attempted to exit. Leaving only a few to make it back to the ship before they left the planet to it’s fate.

Meridian:
After his initial glimpse at combat and their quick retreat back to deliver the wounded and refugees, Ray was quite unsatisfied. As most young soldiers would be. Eager to participate rather than simply watch others fight. Sooner than expected he’d get his chance. Not long after their first assignment they were tasked to Meridian given that it was one of the last standing planets in the sector. There, they were supposed to reinforce the planetary garrison and defend the orbital defense platforms in the event that it was attacked by an invasion fleet.

There they settled into a small routine. The onboard marines would arm up, take their stations and wait for contact. Breaking for food twice a day then reconvened and resumed post. Taking shifts for rest in between after depositing their weapons back into the appropriate places. This lasted only a couple weeks before the first contacts were detected approaching the system and in no time a covenant fleet had arrived. Fortunately the size of the fleet was nothing grand and the ships they did send close were disposed of before they could make landfall. But not before they were able to launch boarding parties into two of the defense platforms. One of which happened to be his.

On some day in November, 2548, Ray met the enemy face to face and discharged his weapon in the field for the first time. One of a long string of engagements while the planet of Meridian lay under siege. At first, casualties were few and far between when the occasional raiding party breached the station’s defenses. Though as time wore on the attacks grew more fierce and ammunition supplies dwindled. His tour on the planet was a full year of constant vigilance and fighting before he was wounded and evacuated from the sector along with hundreds of other marines. Managing to slip by the blockade. Still, the battle raged on long after he left for another two years until the defense platforms were destroyed and the planet was turned to dust.

Nine-to-five:
After receiving a critical injury overhead of Meridian, Ray was brought the long hall back to Earth to recover. There, he spent six months out of active service and another six months in a non-combatant station. From there, according to the needs of the UNSC he was transferred to the Navy to assist in the more tech savvy operations that required little field work as he continued to recover. This is where he learned the basics of code cracking and decryption. A skill which he began to exceed and made him desirable to a select few parties over being more food for the grinder. Soon after due to the lacking manpower he was approached by the Office of Naval Intelligence and offered a position where he’d do just that.

It wasn’t an idea he liked, sitting behind a desk. Though someone doesn’t simply refuse an offer like that. So, he accepted and soon was sent off to train and study his field more heavily. From there he was brought into Section-One of ONI and spent the next two years on Earth as an overpaid intern, filing documentation in the proper places from after action reports and intel briefs. Until, of course, the war had once more come to claim the world he was on. A curse, truly. There wasn’t much action seen on his end, but he was tasked with destroying all the information stored within his facility should the Covenant breach their defenses. Thankfully it never came to be and he was given a promotion to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class once it was concluded. The battle settled reminded him of his first ever deployment and settled one thing in his mind. He hated paperwork, which unfortunately was his entire job. So rather than waste away in torment Ray applied to become a field agent. In the hopes that it would be as thrilling and exciting as he had heard. All the stories and rumors echoing through the department of legendary Agents and spies. A year later and finally he was approved for field work. He was shipped off to complete a multitude of new fun courses including a brief and shopped together Shock Trooper training. Which was more so meant to teach Agents how to stay out of their way.

All of Ray’s experience culminated to this point. In 2557 he received his first official tasking to a new experimental joint task force with alien soldiers. Serving as a member of the growing Section-One attache to this band of Shock Troops and Swords.

Halo: Aegis Team

Ray Younan

Name: Ray Younan

Rank (If applicable): Petty Officer Third Class

Species: Human.

Appearance: A roughly six foot three individual with a bulky figure. Wide framed, physically fit to the standard and no less. Pale white skin with blue hooded eyes. A wavy top of dirty-blonde hair just within the bounds of regulation.

Skills: Investigation, intelligence gathering, report writing. The usual spook 411.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment: M7 SMG, M6D.

Hider

Background:

The Beginning:
On the day of January 7th, 2530, a child of no certain significance was brought into this universe. Being born to nothing more than a pair of farmers who bore the names Zehra and Jan. Who, besides feeding, providing shelter for the child, and a surname, contributed little else to their newborn. This baby was christened Ray, and so began the dull years of infancy.

Ray was born to a family of ten and was the second youngest among them. Earning him the misfortune of not being able to claim first born or be pampered by his parents as the baby. Because of this shared similarity, he grew close to his former four siblings which would begin teaching him raising him to survive the world. Walking, talking, thinking, seeing, understanding. A baseline spattering of them all to develop a functional boy in the years to come.

What followed was nothing short of misery and mind-numbing simplicity. As soon as Ray gained his strength and wit he was set to work in the field. Helping his brothers push plows through the tough soil. Sewing the ground with seed and crop for the next harvest. The days ended the same for quite a while. Plow, sew, eat just enough to survive, sleep, rinse and repeat. With the sprinkling of beatings when an old tool would finally call it quits.

As Ray began getting older he’d begun to form his own opinions. Never on things such as politics; that was completely lost to him and his family out on the farm. Who ruled the planet and what they called themselves mattered little. All that mattered was the job at hand. Instead, his thoughts were on his parents and siblings. He grew to love his brothers and sisters and despise the woman he came out of and man that provided the spark of life. The one thing they had taught him was to believe in something greater. In god. Which, to their credit he did. Ray prayed day and night for this boring farm in the middle of nowhere to simply disappear. To experience what lay beyond the fencing of their farm. The outside world.

On February 20th, 2537, Ray’s prayer came true. The outside world came to them and with it the human-covenant war. For the first time he saw a spacecraft soar through the sky. He heard the sounds of distant battle and watched the lights stream down from alien ships to melt swathes of land. It was like a magic trick, turning stone, dirt, and flesh into glass. His parents cared very little for it all, but Ray and a few of his siblings were ecstatic. For the first time since the beginning something was happening and they wanted to leave this place for a closer look. So, they gathered up and hopped the fence. Travelling through woods and plains with the glow of a burning city to guide them. Upon arriving, he saw magnificent and horrifying things. Buildings larger than he thought possible were torn in two. Faces he had never seen before littered the streets attached to unfamiliar people and corpses. Gunfire. The smell of smoke, but also the familiar scent of death. Even if they wanted to leave by now the direction they came was long lost to them.

Thankfully, Ray’s tale didn’t simply end there. He wasn’t consumed by the inferno raging across the planet. As their curiosity wore off it was replaced with fear and they wandered the streets in search of safety. Which came in the form of a Sergeant Halthrope and his squad of marines. The children were swiftly swiped up and carried off without words of comfort or introduction. It was action that saved their lives and brought them to the last drop ships leaving the city.

Glass half full:
Seven years of nothing suddenly bursting with excitement and unfamiliarity. Ray watched as the pelican lifted from the ground and the true scope of this extermination was revealed. How big the city was, how big the planet was, how big their ships were… The ramp closed and the planet got smaller until he could see the light of his homeworld being incinerated. Each of the children took it differently. Some were sad as they had always been, mourning for their lost farm and those that were in it. Some were lost in reflection. Others were glad that they didn’t have to spend a moment more tending the field. But only Ray was excited for what lay in store. They were flown up higher and higher. Past where the birds soared. Past the clouds that were never reachable. Then out of an atmosphere and into the void of space. Everything they knew shrinking smaller and smaller. Then they landed.

What greeted Ray was not a warm welcome, or even confused stares like he might have expected. Instead it was an assortment of tired and bloodied soldiers shuffling slowly from their dropships into the depths of this much larger craft. Heads hung low in defeat. All except Halthrope and his five men. They walked down their ramp carrying children in their arms and on their backs. Heads held high.

Ray and his family were taken off to eat amongst the crowd of soldiers. The food was like nothing he had to this point. It wasn’t bread and corn or meat. It was the grool of a warrior. The kids devoured it, then were huddled off to sleep on the bunks of soldiers who wouldn’t be needing them anymore. In the morning, when they awoke, they showered and cleaned themselves. After being brought in front of a man that was much better dressed than the rest of them. Respect. That’s what he saw on each of their faces. Whoever this was is deserving of that admiration. The Captain introduced himself and told them they’d be staying on the ship for a while due to the situation. Which didn’t bother Ray or the other children much. On their first day they were already enjoying it here.

So, the next few months were spent aboard the UNSC ship. In this short time Ray learned more than he had ever learned in his seven years, and more than he’d ever learn again. He was brought up to speed with the rest of the universe. Seeing ships, guns, armor, stars, friendly people, and everything beyond his small little farm. He was told about the UNSC and the Covenant. Past wars, the expansion, the whole deal. Sergeant Halthrope became what he never had in that small time. A father. Teaching him most of what he would use in his adult life and who he’d become. Though, the most important lesson he learned from the Sergeant is to be grateful for what you have, rather than spiteful for what you don’t. Looking at a glass as half way full as opposed to half way empty.

This continued on until enough time had passed that the ship was sure it wasn’t being followed, then returned to it’s station to resupply and regroup. Farewells were said, hugs were exchanged and even tears shed. And like that it was onto the next stage of life. The children were placed in a program for refugee children without a home. Some were lucky to be sent with their brothers and sisters, but Ray was not one of the fortunate ones. He was placed in the care of an elderly couple. They were kind enough, but they would never replace the Sergeant in his heart nor provide sound advice that he’d take with him to the grave.

Wealth of information:
Soon Ray was sent to start his schooling. He had learned many things, but was never educated or attended any sort of class taught by someone with a semblance of a degree. It turned out it was just about as mind numbing as experience on the farm, but despite this he held true and stuck with it. Glad, at the least, he didn’t have to deal with his parents.

The real lesson he learned from his earlier years of education was not anything said by the teachers or written down on a whiteboard. It was that he didn’t belong. He didn’t fit into this environment, not because he knew more or less. Not because he was a simple farm boy from a backwater planet. It was because he had seen the thrill and horror of war. His family was far away, and the family he was born to was dust. None of them would understand that. So, rather than attempt to socialize with any of them Ray buckled down. Focusing the entirety of his effort on simply gliding through school as quick as he could through vigorous study. The plan certainly did no favors for his ability to talk to women or really anyone without making it awkward but he did succeed. Skipping grades to catch him up on the years lost. Then going further to catapult himself ahead of those in his age group. Not having to deal with the usual stressors of bullying thanks to being larger than most of his peers.

Through the next eight years this trend continued. However, his schooling wasn’t free and his adoptive father was too ill to work. He followed his new mother and worked under her establishment. A masseur, rubbing backs and working knots for money. Soon Ray set into a schedule that he’d keep. One that felt vaguely like his time back on the farm. School. Work. Eat. Sleep. Thus it was maintained until his graduation in 2546.

Into the fire:
It wasn’t long after receiving his diploma that Ray found himself in a UNSCMC recruitment office. Since meeting the Sergeant he had dreamed of stepping into his place. Wearing that armor. Seeing the galaxy. So when he shook hands with a recruiter and signed his name on some digital document he felt nothing but that same excitement. When his long unkempt hair was buzzed, when he was tossed into a uniform, when he was shipped away from everything and placed among others who suffered the same fate. Excitement. Boot camp was a breeze and finally he felt like he was somewhere he belonged. Among people he belonged with. They all had signed up for the same reason and they were worth making the effort to talk to.

After nearly a year of training Ray was officially a part of the United Nations Space Command’s Marine Corps. With a whole host of people he could call friends. The war was starting to get more desperate and bodies were needed. It wasn’t a week after training that their unit was shipped out. Once more being thrust into the unknown.

Skopje:
News of a nearby UEG colony being attacked reached the unit’s ears, and though they had no concrete idea of where they were headed the name Skopje had been passed around from enlisted to enlisted. A smaller planet, however still one populated by millions of civilians. It was a nice world with a dense atmosphere. Rich green forests with one center city at it all. It’s main trade was a massive shipyard that produced freighters, and recently converted to creating warships to fuel the war machine. When they came into orbit they could see the battle was already underway as the fire of a burning city glowed through the clouds. They had word that Shock Troops had already been deployed to the surface to secure safe evacuation for the city’s population. However, the ship they deployed from had been destroyed not long after they dropped. Leaving only the floating wreck and drifting bodies of naval crewmen slowly circling this sphere of dirt.

The marines had been tasked with one simple objective. Riding down on the gunships to extract the ODST and any survivors at the evac point, then return before their ship had a chance to be blown out of the sky. So, they loaded up. Four for each drop ship. Buckling down in their seats as the craft lowered. The ramp closed and soon they were unhitched and free falling into the atmosphere. The red glow of entry tinting any view port. As they neared closer they broke through the thick layer of cloud and smoke. Greeted by the daunting sounds of battle. The pelican shook as occasional fire was received. Each man and woman clutching their weapons. Soon enough their stomachs lifted and slammed back as they settled ungracefully on the ground. They began to lift from their seats as the ramp lowered. But, before they even had time to exit a squad of ODSTs with a family in tow piled into the craft. Then, the ramp closed and the pelican lifted again.

Ray’s first hand look at war had been as simple as hearing it, and seeing the aftermath climb desperately into their seats before leaving. Not a single shot fired or round received. That’s not to say there weren’t casualties. Most of the other gunships had been shot down on entry or as they attempted to exit. Leaving only a few to make it back to the ship before they left the planet to it’s fate.

Meridian:
After his initial glimpse at combat and their quick retreat back to deliver the wounded and refugees, Ray was quite unsatisfied. As most young soldiers would be. Eager to participate rather than simply watch others fight. Sooner than expected he’d get his chance. Not long after their first assignment they were tasked to Meridian given that it was one of the last standing planets in the sector. There, they were supposed to reinforce the planetary garrison and defend the orbital defense platforms in the event that it was attacked by an invasion fleet.

There they settled into a small routine. The onboard marines would arm up, take their stations and wait for contact. Breaking for food twice a day then reconvened and resumed post. Taking shifts for rest in between after depositing their weapons back into the appropriate places. This lasted only a couple weeks before the first contacts were detected approaching the system and in no time a covenant fleet had arrived. Fortunately the size of the fleet was nothing grand and the ships they did send close were disposed of before they could make landfall. But not before they were able to launch boarding parties into two of the defense platforms. One of which happened to be his.

On some day in November, 2548, Ray met the enemy face to face and discharged his weapon in the field for the first time. One of a long string of engagements while the planet of Meridian lay under siege. At first, casualties were few and far between when the occasional raiding party breached the station’s defenses. Though as time wore on the attacks grew more fierce and ammunition supplies dwindled. His tour on the planet was a full year of constant vigilance and fighting before he was wounded and evacuated from the sector along with hundreds of other marines. Managing to slip by the blockade. Still, the battle raged on long after he left for another two years until the defense platforms were destroyed and the planet was turned to dust.

Nine-to-five:
After receiving a critical injury overhead of Meridian, Ray was brought the long hall back to Earth to recover. There, he spent six months out of active service and another six months in a non-combatant station. From there, according to the needs of the UNSC he was transferred to the Navy to assist in the more tech savvy operations that required little field work as he continued to recover. This is where he learned the basics of code cracking and decryption. A skill which he began to exceed and made him desirable to a select few parties over being more food for the grinder. Soon after due to the lacking manpower he was approached by the Office of Naval Intelligence and offered a position where he’d do just that.

It wasn’t an idea he liked, sitting behind a desk. Though someone doesn’t simply refuse an offer like that. So, he accepted and soon was sent off to train and study his field more heavily. From there he was brought into Section-One of ONI and spent the next two years on Earth as an overpaid intern, filing documentation in the proper places from after action reports and intel briefs. Until, of course, the war had once more come to claim the world he was on. A curse, truly. There wasn’t much action seen on his end, but he was tasked with destroying all the information stored within his facility should the Covenant breach their defenses. Thankfully it never came to be and he was given a promotion to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class once it was concluded. The battle settled reminded him of his first ever deployment and settled one thing in his mind. He hated paperwork, which unfortunately was his entire job. So rather than waste away in torment Ray applied to become a field agent. In the hopes that it would be as thrilling and exciting as he had heard. All the stories and rumors echoing through the department of legendary Agents and spies. A year later and finally he was approved for field work. He was shipped off to complete a multitude of new fun courses including a brief and shopped together Shock Trooper training. Which was more so meant to teach Agents how to stay out of their way.

All of Ray’s experience culminated to this point. In 2557 he received his first official tasking to a new experimental joint task force with alien soldiers. Serving as a member of the growing Section-One attache to this band of Shock Troops and Swords.

Halo: Aegis Team

Any odsts :)? Or oni security forces :0

~ Halo: Suffocation ~ [Open]

Otto

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Name
Otto Dresden

Gender
Male

Age
Twenty-seven

Place of Birth
Earth

Military Branch
ODST

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Appearance


Attire
Dresdner stands at an even height of Six-Foot-Four which, when coupled with his mesomorphic frame, gives off the physical appearance of a broad ‘soldiery’ type – neither frail nor meagre, but rather a look boasting Fortitude. His face is relatively sharp, with a knife-like shaven jawline and fairly sunken cheeks – the skin rather pale and clammy, more so a product of stress and through service in less temperate regions, going against their weathered and marred appearance. He has various nicks and small gashes playing the part of scars from past experiences in the long war that the UNSCDF was dragging itself through. His eyes are piercing and vigilant, fighting the signs of fatigue they often display through dark lines and weariness – giving way to their persevering nature, or their downright stubbornness to simply remain on guard. His hair consists of a matted black short back and sides cut. He has patches that suggest he's a demolition technician.

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Weaponry
BR-55, M6C, various explosives.

Fireteam
2nd ODST Det.

Rank
Lance Corporal

Specialisation
Demolition Technician/Sapper

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Personality
Otto remains very reserved when speaking he's the type of guy to speak only when spoken to as he's very critical of the mission and keeps his thoughts to himself. He's a quiet worker and likes to engage in conversation outside of the mission as he has a lot of his mind and is often philosophical in nature. His hatred for the URF simply shows no bounds, as sympathizers are beneath him - though that is he if he discovers any of them. In any case he's a patriot by all accounts, and truly a bastion of humanity.

Notable Traits
Reserved-Critical-Unremorseful-Puritan-Egotistical

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Biography
Circa 2524

Otto was born in Munich, Germany on the 21st of December. Within five years of birth, his Mother – Ada – moved to Ankara, Luna with him. His father however was stationed far off in Jericho VII. Otto’s life was, as expected, ‘as normal as could be’ for what constituted for a youth of that time. He progressed through his childhood at a normal pace – neither rushed into growing up or being corralled into being something that he wasn’t, and was blissfully ignorant of the fact that his other parent was off fighting the Insurrectionists in 2525. His Mother on the other-hand was a Historian, and worried deeply for her Husband for the duration of his stay on Jericho VII. Dresdner continued to go through the beginning of his childhood without any interest in his dad outside of why he wasn’t there to support him along the way. All he really came to learn is that his father was doing his part of the UNSC through military service however, and that he would one day be back to see him.



That was until he was fifteen. Eventually in his years of growing up, he learned about the Battle of Jericho VII, as it would ‘go down in the books’. Unfortunately, Otto’s father was a soldier in the 105th Drop-Jet Platoon, and so Otto and his Mother became aware of the terrible news that’d encroach on their home’s doorstep. Indeed – It was a few months later when they heard a knock at their door and woke up to see two U.N.S.C. personnel in full dress uniform presenting a flag and the half-expected news. Of course, this turn of events had affected Otto as one might expect. He had never gotten the opportunity to see his dad in person – He’d only talked to him through a few long range video calls and through ‘trading’ of recordings. A sense of sorrow and longing took hold; but for Otto, it was more than just the toils of war merely taking their due. He felt as if something was taken from him, and there in proposed a mantra to himself. A naïve question with nobody to cop an answer to – but he was none the wiser at his age. “Why did he?” He continued to ask himself this question when he and his Mother grew more and more distant by the passing week. She had to pick up a job and support both her and her son instead of staying at home with him. The mere supportive income was not enough to sustain the both of them in their household, meaning that Otto barely saw his Mother from there on out – embroiled in work.



Academically Otto was progressing averagely in every department that a standard teenager would be expected to do well in, save for one section. He found his particular forte was in the fields of Chemical Science and the tied in Mathematics since he was very quick when it came to solving chemistry equations and the likes of Algebra - something which would come into play in the later years of his life. Something that was even more unlikely, despite his recent grievances, was the fact that he had friends. A small circle of them in-fact, the one he’d naturally enlist with in the coming years; Donan, Saoirse, and Sterling. These were the few friends he talked to, and they were the ones that supported him despite the estrangement between him and his Mother.



Enlistment

With gritted teeth, Otto’s mother approved for him to sign up for the U.N.S.C. Marine Corps at the age of Sixteen, the youngest age someone could enlist at. When asked why, he simply answered with a response that was horribly cobbled together. “I just don’t see any other job; And, well I want to do my part.” Is what he’d say, but in reality he was in it for a sense of revenge, and a sense of militaristic pride. Despite the estrangement Otto had with his father, he saw him as a sort of idol, and he wanted to carry on the legacy of his father in any way possible. True to his intent, Otto went through basic without much of a hassle. He followed the Drill Instructor’s commands and was easily molded to the training regime that the U.N.S.C put its trainees through. In Laymen’s terms, he was a ‘Grunt’, but he was one with a high score on the ASVAB, and thus he filled a request for Sapper training. Promptly he’d be shipped off to another training facility before he was finally able to be deployed.







Mamore

His first world to be stationed on, and the one who made him the marine that he is today. Mamore wasn’t exactly peaceful when he was stationed there. It was one of the many planets that harbored conflicts between the U.N.S.C. and Insurrectionists. Otto was a PFC during his time there, while Donan was simply a Private. The two worked together quite well within their squad – Donan would watch Otto’s back while he was dealing with explosives, and then they’d carry on about their ways. That was their shtick for the first half of their deployment. At least, it was until one day. Otto was in the middle of rigging a demolition charge when he heard the crackle of a rifle go off. Assuming the worst, Otto approached the scene with caution. Once Otto got there he used a small inspection mirror to check the corner, only for him to see that the scene was surprisingly safe looking. Donan, however, had taken a turn for the worst. It was a good shot to the thigh, and he was well on his way into hypovolemic shock. Otto quickly responded and applied what basic Medical knowledge he had at the time. – In the end, his efforts weren’t fruitless, but they weren’t perfect either. Donan had to be shipped off for Medical leave, his fate unknown. Otto was uncertain of what happened to his lifelong friend, but he was almost sure it took a turn for the worst.

The Incident

Towards the end of the endless skirmishes that plagued Mamore Otto eventually suffered from his first real injury. He was patrolling with a brand new squad when they came across a rather brutal scene. U.N.C.S. supporters had been butchered on the spot in I makeshift bomb shelter. It was deep in the ground in a food storage facility. The entire room was dark and there wasn't much light to be had even with his squad constantly waving their flashlights about. Eventually the squad lead had ordered a few members of the team to go back to the entrance and watch for any intruders. Mean while, Otto and a Corpsman were sent to clear out various rooms. Upon searching through the last room the duo heard a sudden click – A single fragmentation grenade had fallen from a small nook down onto a desk. In the midst of the confusion, Dresdner tackled the Corpsman aside, hoping to shield him in any manner of the world possible.



Recovery

It was a good call to make. After the trap went off and Otto was hit, the Corpsman rushed over and quickly clamped off the upper part of his arm with a tourniquet, which effectively staunched Otto's blood loss. He was then dragged off and MEDIVAC'd to a proper field hospital, where he underwent proper stabilization prior to being shipped off for Medical leave. Physically, Otto was doing just fine. He’d undergone surgery and had a prosthesis with his name on it, but the repercussions of what he endured on Mamore would stick with him for the rest of his days. He did come to learn the fate of his friend Donan. Otto was already in a ‘dark’ place mentally, but the news from his friend’s family only dragged him further down. Throughout all of this Otto had remained sane, and more-or-less composed as a person, and even still, part of him was still adamant about returning to the service. He assumed he’d be assigned a desk position due to his injury, but he was wrong – Within a week he’d received an invitation for a position within FORECON. Immediately, Otto packed his belongings and prosthesis, before taking a flight to his next training facility. There he underwent a whole new set of training, one that was specialized for a smaller squad that was to play a semi-covert role in operations. All he would do was think back to what little he knew of the 105th Drop-Jet Platoon, and how they were likely a Special Forces group.



Redeployment

Years passed by, and Otto continued to accumulate experience on the field with his new found FORECON team. For the most part, he encountered Insurrectionists on his deployments – But, he did eventually encounter the so-called Covenant forces towards the end, and he finally understood their reputation. He’d of course heard about them, read reports on them, and even heard talk from Marine-To-Marine, but he never fully had a grasp of the power the Covenant had. Eventually, as fate would have it, Dresdner was garrisoned in a deteriorating building, which was on an Inner Colony planet. The conditions he dealt with there were probably among his worst; He had to deal with a whole new form of tactics from the enemy. Never before had he dealt with a constant siege of plasma bolts, or the fact that injuries were almost always fatal. He was appalled by how little you could do to treat someone who was impacted by a needle round, or a bolt of plasma. Even worse, their explosives and siege batteries – Wraiths – scared him more. His FORECON team stayed in that building for the majority of their deployment there, and it would be their downfall. The complex they were stationed with eventually underwent continual siege from a squadron of Wraiths, and thusly it broke down, starting to collapse. About three members of the team and a few marines from inside had escaped to the South of the complex. One such marine was a Lieutenant had immediately called in for a Pelican, there wasn’t much to be done otherwise.



Draco III

Otto was pulled off with of that planet – And so was every other surviving marine that managed to escape on a Pelican or Civilian freighter. The Covenant had sent in a small fleet to commence glassing, and with the U.N.S.C. numbered and wounded, they quickly fled from the scene. As per protocol, the ship Otto was on randomly jumped to different sectors, so as to not draw any pursuing ships to a relatively safe colony. A few months had passed by, and the naval personnel on the ship deemed that it was time to finally return to a colony. That’s when they jumped towards Draco III. As it happens, he was offered a chance to go through ODST selection which he accepted. Sometime later he would become a coffin-diver.

Service-History
Mamore Insurgency
Battle over Arcadia
Battle of Paris IV

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Affiliations
Vandreg Dresdner [Dead - Father]
Ola Dresdner [Alive - mother]

Relationships
TBA

Theme Song
None.

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