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Alex // Vulcan
LOCALE // Outskirts on the Dungeon
TIME // Afternoon
LOCALE // Outskirts on the Dungeon
TIME // Afternoon
Alex finally woke up from his dreary state when Redsky's fire magic lit up the sky with heat and noise. He had put his brain on autopilot completely ignoring the journey to the dungeon, only reacting outwardly at Landon's surprising use of buff enchantments on crossbow bolts. However, it only grabbed his curiosity for a few seconds before he fell back into his closed off state.
The explosion on the other hand ignited his attention into full wakefulness. His mind still buzzing from the surprise explosion, he noticed that they had finally arrived at the dungeon and the idiotic mage blasting superheated flares in the sky was making her jolly way towards the undoubtedly monster infested dungeon.
"Stupid is as stupid does." Sighing at the amount of idiocy he woke up to, he listened into the plans that a few in the group were deciding on. Out of everyone here the truly intellectual ones seemed to be Rael, Graves, and Elian. They each had their own personality quirks, but they all seemed to rationalize the situation to an appropriate level. He approached the three and inserted himself abruptly into their conversation.
"I agree with Rael and Graves in this situation, Elian. We need to stick together until we have a firm grasp on the layout and general information on what dwells within. That being said, we need to be ready to split up and work independently when we enter the dungeon. As you pointed out earlier, Rael, few dungeons are linear. We need to be prepared with a plan as well as set up a few fireteams to work independent of each other in case of an emergency. It would also help assist with distributing orders as well as disseminate information between members of a group this large."
The relationship dynamics in this party were clearly hectic and difficult to control. The party layout it self was all over the place. There was no defined leadership and the only link between everyone was Elian. An 11 man party with only two healers was stretching itself thin, maybe Landon could take a role as a pseudo-healer with his buffs. Either way there were roughly four tanks, an archer, one moronic fire mage, two healers, a bard and gadgeteer as support, and lastly Alex himself could function mostly as a close range damage dealer. It was hard to define Pariah classes so simply as the directions that a single person could take with their skills were endless.
"I would choose to build two fire teams that could split up if need be, but besides that, we need to have a set leader. With out a leader, we are going to have idiots like fire crotch over there doing what ever they want. In my opinion that's your job, Elian. Your the only one that seems to know everyone here. Regardless, we need to make a quick decision. Something doesn't feel right about this situation, but I can't tell quite yet."
After speaking his mind quickly and concisely, Alex folded his arms across his chest and waited for a response. Hopefully these morons could get there act together. As for Rael, Alex decided to keep an eye on her, she seemed to be experienced and knowledgeable on dungeon raids. Between her and the volatile Graves, he already determined the two that he could 'trust' to make solid decisions in bad situations. Unfortunately they didn't seem particularly like the leading types otherwise he would have recommended them over Elian. From his experience working with her, she seemed to have difficulty in maintaining calm outwardly in situations like these. Perhaps she could prove him wrong.
Connor King
Hallway, Chroma Knight Base
December 19, 2016 - ~10:28
December 19, 2016 - ~10:28
'Poor guy is about to get laid into as well...' Connor saw Darius was making his way along the hallway. A verbal death trap awaited the man and by the grin on his face, he had yet to realize the amount of trouble he was in. Just as Laura started to lay down the heat on Darius, Connor quickly backed off and forced himself down the hallway. Just as he was rounding the corner he heard Laura reflect the last of her lecture onto Connor to explain. Perhaps she hadn't noticed that he was already gone and was making his way to his room. 'Good luck big guy, I'll be looking forward to another spar myself.'
Unlocking his door, Connor entered his room and quickly but gently closed his door behind him. Leaning his back against the wooden door he slid down until he was sitting on the grey carpet. Sweat once again poured down his face and back, soaking through his shirt. He clearly hadn't fully recovered and running around the base had taken a toll on his stamina. Staring at the fresh scar on his arm, his vision slowly faded to black. As he was passing out, a thought crept through the back of his head. 'Did I make the right choice? Will this pain ever go away?' He himself wasn't sure if he was talking about his arm, or if he was recalling a different scar, buried far deeper within himself.
Daniel wasn't offended in the least by Captain Szabo's comment. Especially since moments later an Officer walked into the room, putting everyone at attention.
Daniel listened to the Rear Admiral intently. He was all fun and games when the time allowed for it, but now it was time for work. As the Ranger and the Pathfinder for this team he paid special attention to the map. It never hurt to memorize the site of a mission and for Daniel, Land Nav was his bread and butter.
As he was about to inquire about the specifics of the mission location, 'Cap' jumped in and asked several of his own. "What ammunition and ordinance will we have? Where are we going? Do we know the location of the flag, and whats the evac plan? Also, Will we be using our Mjolnir armor? Admiral, one last thing, Do we get a team A.I.? If so who will be its carrier?"
Rear Admiral Marshall answered just as Daniel had presumed he would. He certainly didn't expect any real intel from a training mission, but it was nice to atleast get a full weapons compliment and an A.I. to boot.
'An A.I? I didn't think we would be getting one but that will help out a lot.' Intel was life and death on the battlefield and an A.I. could provide a huge edge in that department. 'As for who carries it, it would certainly have to be the captain right?' It was the only position that made any logical sense to Daniel to be holding on to the A.I. As cool as it would be to lug Oriana around in his head, it certainly wasn't in his job description. The room seemed to have gone quiet for a second, until Daniel decided to break the silence with a question of his own.
"So... When do we leave?"
Daniel listened to the Rear Admiral intently. He was all fun and games when the time allowed for it, but now it was time for work. As the Ranger and the Pathfinder for this team he paid special attention to the map. It never hurt to memorize the site of a mission and for Daniel, Land Nav was his bread and butter.
As he was about to inquire about the specifics of the mission location, 'Cap' jumped in and asked several of his own. "What ammunition and ordinance will we have? Where are we going? Do we know the location of the flag, and whats the evac plan? Also, Will we be using our Mjolnir armor? Admiral, one last thing, Do we get a team A.I.? If so who will be its carrier?"
Rear Admiral Marshall answered just as Daniel had presumed he would. He certainly didn't expect any real intel from a training mission, but it was nice to atleast get a full weapons compliment and an A.I. to boot.
'An A.I? I didn't think we would be getting one but that will help out a lot.' Intel was life and death on the battlefield and an A.I. could provide a huge edge in that department. 'As for who carries it, it would certainly have to be the captain right?' It was the only position that made any logical sense to Daniel to be holding on to the A.I. As cool as it would be to lug Oriana around in his head, it certainly wasn't in his job description. The room seemed to have gone quiet for a second, until Daniel decided to break the silence with a question of his own.
"So... When do we leave?"
Looking around the room at the group of people he already mentally nicknamed, he could sense an intense group dynamic. 'Stiff' never seemed to utter anything other then calculated boredom and spoke as if he was a corpse. 'Ordie' said and did very little to warrant a nickname yet so he just used a clue from tag to determine that he was an explosives expert. 'Shorty' was a head shorter than the other Spartans but was barely at Daniels chest, thus easily earning her title. Given her name he also thought of calling her 'little bird', he could always use them interchangeably . He could sense an attitude as intense as her gaze at the wall, and no doubt her shooting skills as well. 'Flex' seemed to be concerned about her designation as a Brute so he did her a favor by nick naming her something less brutish. Although he wouldn't say it out loud just yet, it seemed like she could crush his head by simply flexing.
"I follow real leaders, who have sense enough to utilize what tools he has to solve any issue at hand. Are you capable?"
Up until this point, Daniel was barely paying attention to the Captain. He would do his job just as he was supposed to without the need for some overly exaggerated speech. Mentally yawning at everything until this interesting line caught his attention. 'Ohhh, someone who doesn't deal well with the status quo!' he was thinking to himself. 'Might as well have some fun with this.'
Approaching the sitting Solton from behind he chuckled and placed his hands on both of his shoulders. The perfect nickname dawned on him. "Don't worry little 'Wolfy', if you need me to protect you from the big, scary Covenant, just let me know. I got your back buddy. In fact, with me here, you'll never have to see one of those nasty, brutish Grunts to even bother getting scared." Chuckling even more at the concept of Grunts possessing any semblance of terror for a Spartan, he looked over at Captain Szabo and gave him a thumbs up. "Don't worry 'Cap', I'll guide is the right direction!" A wide grin filled up his face showing little concern for the impending team conflicts.
"I follow real leaders, who have sense enough to utilize what tools he has to solve any issue at hand. Are you capable?"
Up until this point, Daniel was barely paying attention to the Captain. He would do his job just as he was supposed to without the need for some overly exaggerated speech. Mentally yawning at everything until this interesting line caught his attention. 'Ohhh, someone who doesn't deal well with the status quo!' he was thinking to himself. 'Might as well have some fun with this.'
Approaching the sitting Solton from behind he chuckled and placed his hands on both of his shoulders. The perfect nickname dawned on him. "Don't worry little 'Wolfy', if you need me to protect you from the big, scary Covenant, just let me know. I got your back buddy. In fact, with me here, you'll never have to see one of those nasty, brutish Grunts to even bother getting scared." Chuckling even more at the concept of Grunts possessing any semblance of terror for a Spartan, he looked over at Captain Szabo and gave him a thumbs up. "Don't worry 'Cap', I'll guide is the right direction!" A wide grin filled up his face showing little concern for the impending team conflicts.
Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
"Good morning to you too Ava..." Daniel rolled the covers to his side as he sat up on the side of his rack to take a look at his schedule for the day. "Hand-to-hand, Lockdown Paint, lifting, and finally running. Sounds like a typical morning. Time to go to work."
All activities were scored under a point system that ranked each Spartan against eachother. Daniel's scores didn't put him vary high on the score board compared to his other brothers and sisters. Hand-to-hand combat was completed with 0 hits delivered and 0 hits taken. Lockdown paint was completed with only assists. It was as if he barely even tried to score points. The only place he seemed to win at was during running events. It was as if he would dissapear. While everyone was breathless after crossing the finish line, he was sitting to the side taking a nap as if he never ran. "What took you guys so long?" he grinned at his fellow Spartans as they jogged back to their rooms to shower up before 0800 came around.
Entering the mess hall just before 0800, Daniel could see that most Spartans were in their seats waiting for an assignment. Strolling over to the seat marked 259, he sat down in a relaxed manner. He looked over at the person sitting next to him to inquire about what was happening and was informed about the fact that they were splitting up into squads. Hours later, Daniel was called over to take his place. "Spartan 259, you're filling both the Ranger and Pathfinder role for this squad."
"Seriously? Both roles? I figured you would make me just a Ranger, but I guess you guys up in Ops recognized my talent as a Pathfinder as well. But is the budget so bad that you can't make more Spartans? Man, what is up with funding these days? Oh hey guys, nice to meet you. You can call me Daniel, or Dan, or "Legs", or the man. Whatever you prefer really." As the man ignored him and left, he introduced himself to his new squad mates.
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