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    1. Penultimate_Pi 12 yrs ago

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10 yrs ago
I keep coming back here very so often, as if it would make my wanting to return any better. I don't know why that would be. I would just disappear again and regret it again, I'm sure.
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10 yrs ago
i give up. why do I even bother if I can't be consistent? it's over for me.
10 yrs ago
I'm just... really in a bad time. I feel awful. I'm don't think I have the strength of will to show my face here again after letting everyone down.
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10 yrs ago
just gonna bash my head on a door or something
10 yrs ago
whatever
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Don't show any weakness. That's just an invitation for them to heap on more punishment.

You're legit not helping, dude.
Man, why you gotta make our lives terrible?
Am I one of the few people who hasn't immediately tried to meet up with Fireteam Chariot? I was gonna do some other contrived sideplot involving the Burning Hope (provided the idea isn't shot down), but so many of the other Spartan teams have instantly gotten together that it's hard to imagine they could all collectively fail whatever mission thrown at them.
@SillyGoy Harold and Lora really aren't liking each other very much at all, apparently. At least, I don't bloody know where he got the idea that I was actively insulting his plan so much that he just needed to one-up it.

As a matter of fact, it seems like not a lot of people are actually liking Lora or her idea of initiative. I guess every squad does need to have that one guy, though...
Under the cover of the forest landscape, a Spartan clad in the famous green powered armor carefully inched along from tree to tree. Frequently his back cradled the trunk of one of the many mighty oaks that swallowed the earthen hills within this zone, as the soldier proceeded with extreme caution. Though he might not offer the absolute best in stealth, what he bore proved quite ample considering the bulky half-foot layer of alloy material, liquid crystal, and active gel that shelled his body.

Eventually, the fighter reached a break in the treeline, the great plants relenting to the yet tougher earth of a large rocky outcropping jutting from the geometry of the hill. Perhaps a long time ago it, or this whole hill, might've been a part of some greater earthen structure that was simply eroded down by time and elements. Whatever the case, the crop provided an ample observatory foothold to outlook over the rest of the zone beyond the hills. Apparently satisfied with this discovery, and the sights he saw to test the outlook's use, the supersoldier fell back into the shade of the trees to wave over some unseen associate.

Marcus exhaled more deeply this time, as if breathing a sigh of relief. Making any attempt to be sneaky in this bulky Grenadier-issue MJOLNIR armor was next to impossible - another aspect that Jackson was quick to quietly lambaste the SPARTAN-III for at whatever opportunity. It made the operative actually miss the old SPI suits to a certain degree, if only because they were deliberately built for use of survival and sneak tactics.

Of course, without the greater durability and energy shielding, he would probably already be dead as a result of this colossally failed operation.

Fireteam Fortune was previously to provide the primary escort for a platoon of UNSC Marines that would help storm one of the Covenant forward outposts and secure it for further relay among the ground teams. The whole thing fell flat right out the gate when two of the Pelicans were shot down and most of the marines were absolutely massacred dropping into the field. Unable to take on the brunt of the entire Covenant troop themselves, Fortune was forced to retreat into the hills, unable to account for Farris-B099 or Cyrus-G109. From that moment on, radio chatter made it quite clear that the Covenant forces stationed on this world had very clearly expected the UNSC.

Within the hour, both a frigage and the heavy cruiser were both shot down, and the Nimble Spirit quickly made its leave, abandoning the remaining ground forces to their duty without so much as a single objective completed. Fast-forward two days, and here was Fortune now: two men down and carefully tromping through the silent wilds of the Shield World. The ambient silence was only ever broken by the buzz of Covenent flight-craft zooming overhead, accompanied by a scramble for cover and bated breathing from the squadmembers.

"What'd you find, Brian?" Jackson cut to the chase as he and the others approached where their CQC artist had waved them over. Their adoptive hand gestures allowed the Spartans to move down the line without speaking whatsoever- the team leader insisted this was quite necessary to maintain their overall silence on the planet.

Of course, not saying a word got very tiring after a while, something Jackson himself so demonstrated. Rolling his eyes beneath his tinted visor, Brian lead the team out to the brink of the trees' cover and pointed out, "Over there. I see it."

It would take a moment of looking from each of them, but sure enough, one by one, each of the present Spartans were able to spot what their teammate had picked up. In the area where they were able to look out past the hills present in their current zone, the valley beyond and below was only dotted with a few scores of trees here and there, exposing most of the spring-green land. But upon that expanse lay a key monument: a black and grey obelisk, toppled and lopsided in ruin. The awkward angle of its perish was emphasized by the scratchy streak in the earth that drifted out about half of the object's length away, long-wise.

As Fortune's members probed at the sight, another droll reverberation echoed overhead. On pure instinct at this point, the Spartans retreated into the trees, falling hard and still to avoid detecting as best as they could. For an agonizing minute they held their position, the dreadful hum of the alien machine over their heads reaching a crescendo. As quickly as it did, however, in then faded, now accompanied with the image of the Covenant ship floating by through the air. Jackson decided it was safe enough to exit upon auditory confirmation that there were no additional craft in company.

A humanoid mirage shimmered in the air before Brian's armor came back into focus, carefully peeking out in the act of double- and triple-checking their observations. Again, one by one, the supersoldier returned their gaze to the fallen craft- and, now applying their built-in zoom, the Covenant presence that could be seen approaching. They really didn't want to be detected now, of all times.

"The Burning Hope," James breathed, taking in the full intensity of the sight.
I'll have an IC post up within the hour, I believe.

EDIT: Done and done.
Uh, I guess I did kind up muck up the situation by trying to point people in certain directions when they had already moved. Oh well, part of the characterization. :/
@AtomicNut Nah, I felt like the battle plan Lora pulled out could've used some knowledge that she wouldn't have exactly known about yet, such as with team composition. I guess it technically didn't, but still, it feels a little bit cheatey to me.
Hmmm, I still don't know if I'm quite satisfied with Lora yet, here. Also, I feel like I meta'd a bit in my post but I'm not sure. bleh
"Oh, crap."

No other reaction might be suitable when it came to the realization that you and an accompaniment of cadets were going to be facing off against what was undoubtedly an ace pilot and whatever support she had. Lora's plan was toast before it even got out of the gate, and she knew that for a fact. If any of these people wanted the chance to nail down even one of their enemies in this live arena, then they needed to stick together and come up with a plan. Before Lora could begin to say anything, the green light was given, prompting the Framewerks of "Team Sigma" to launch.

As the huge doors of the hangar whirred up, inching apart to expose the lighting of the Solaire Ruin Arena, Lora revved up her Framewerk proper. The sound of roaring thrusters and deafening thunders of titanic footsteps shook anyone standing in the vicinity. Grunting, the pilot of Dynasty pushed open on the burners, having to wrangle the controls to get her desired effect. After a few preliminary steps from the hangar, the flight system engaged in full and began to carry Dynasty through the air at a brisk forward glide, the huge blaster cannons dragging on the earth marginally. Within moments, the various Frames were out on the open fields of Zone A, engaging their first actions. Logic Gate propelled itself to the upper reaches of the sky, sending back down a virtual map of the surrounding space immediate the fields.

"At this point, I am against the notion of splitting ourselves into smaller groups."

"No shit," Lora bleated back to Harold as she shoved the controls, quick to admit the flaw in her idea now that the real situation had been revealed. Curse Lorenzo and his pension for making everything into a damn puzzle. "We need to get all together and get a plan of attack going. A team formation may be harder to pin down and should be able to take on a few Frames at once."

It felt a bit strange, having to speak so much in battle now- and wanting to, in fact. So far, Lora had primarily understood that maintaining a Synchronization with a Framewerk required a certain level of concentration. Now that she was actually within a live combat situation, she found herself needing to divide her focus and help manage the team.

What, why? Help manage the team- What exactly made her so obligated to do that? Surely, Harold's words gave a good enough impression that he knew enough about squad tactics to lead everyone through this. And yet, Lora felt some responsibility in her hands regardless, as if she was the one that got them into this mess and so wanted to get everyone out in one piece. Or was it just some instinct as an older sister - or a survivor of war - to protect those she knew, even for a brief moment? Perhaps it went even deeper, into the territory of some subconscious grudge against Harold himself to which she would not be outdone.

Whatever the case, Lora had to decide what she wanted. Pour everything into her combat ability and trust everyone to do their part, or take charge and lead the group with her own brand of tactics? Considering her social status so far, Dynasty's pilot highly considered the former- only to recall the presence of the ace Framewerk pilot on the field, who Lora likely couldn't hope to hold a match to her fire. If this team wanted to do their best, they needed to be a team - and to do that, they needed someone to guide them.

Dynasty leaned over, shifting its flight path on one side to better face and direct the others as the pilot began to build upon the others' words. "They have more of them, yes, but that doesn't mean we have plenty of us. Safety in numbers, after all." Lora looked towards the people starting to head towards the Forest of Pillars and waved them down. "We need to stick together in a group and give us that benefit," she insisted, struggling to manage the throttle fully, "No point in attempting any sneak attacks if they have radar, and at least one of them should.

"Let's get moving and- Sigma, what're you doing-?" Lora was able to witness the strange pilot's machine suddenly careen off at high speed toward the great pillar in the center, indicated as the Tower of Power on Logic Gate's scan map. Oh, this wasn't going to end well for her, surely, even if she had the best intentions.

"Okay, alright-... Eiswolf, go ahead and secure the tower. Atty, Black Star- one of you should go support her. Everyone else, get together in the pillars- We'll make our stand there, like Harold said," Lora tried to set down her plan as quickly and cleanly as she could afford over the team broadband, pulling her machine over to head into the landscape swarmed with the giant towers. "Logic Gate, can you watch your feeds and alert us to incoming hostiles? We'll be headed into Zones B and G.

"Everyone got that? Let's go!" She finished off with no wait for a response, and then pushed on her throttle to send Dynasty into the maze of pillars in Zone B, arms tucked to hold the blaster cannons at the ready for whatever approached her...
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