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unlocked_hearts2014-12-14 06:14 pm
one_one_se7en) wrote in unlocked_hearts2014-12-14 06:14 pm
FIRST REPORT :: ROLL CALL [ACTION | VOICE]
[It was a new world, and the task of the Master Chief remained focused on one thing only: The return to Earth to report what had happened. What followed in the Forward Unto Dawn was a battle against strange creatures, an escape as it overwhelmed him and Cortana... and then the arrival into a strange world connecting to many more.
He arrived into another world, with more alien figures -- this time ones that wished to help, even as they could overpower him.
Just now, after exiting the hall without speaking another word, he explores the city for only the most practical of purposes to both fight and find a way back to his universe. The defense of civilians, that would remain, and he would do what he could to keep them safe, but his utmost task would be the protection of humanity.
Wasting no time, as he walks through the streets alone, he speaks through the communicator.]
Where's the weapon store.
[In spite of his curt, sudden nature... his visor focuses on those he recognizes, are from people hailing from different universes. The same feeling that they didn't belong, the same overt body language or irritation at things being different. Even know, he wondered if there might be help in them, with what was happening.
And Spartans were adaptable.]
He arrived into another world, with more alien figures -- this time ones that wished to help, even as they could overpower him.
Just now, after exiting the hall without speaking another word, he explores the city for only the most practical of purposes to both fight and find a way back to his universe. The defense of civilians, that would remain, and he would do what he could to keep them safe, but his utmost task would be the protection of humanity.
Wasting no time, as he walks through the streets alone, he speaks through the communicator.]
Where's the weapon store.
[In spite of his curt, sudden nature... his visor focuses on those he recognizes, are from people hailing from different universes. The same feeling that they didn't belong, the same overt body language or irritation at things being different. Even know, he wondered if there might be help in them, with what was happening.
And Spartans were adaptable.]
Action.
Action.
[There are two options: Attack swiftly and with full force at their weakest point -- take them out quickly before they have a chance to respond, engage in guerrilla actions or get reinforcements.
The third option, it had been one that had never been possible for too long, never for the likes of his or anyone he knew.]
There's always a weakness. And it could be here.
Action.