"Your go," Lizzy said, looking over the cards in her hand and on the ground in front of her ( Read more... )

Following Simmons down the halls of the base after their conversation, Lizzy had her helmet under one arm and her eyes were taking in everything that could be deemed relevant at a later date.

"So, Simmons, whose room am I taking over?" She turned her attention back to the cyborg and lengthened her strides to keep up with the fast soldier. Not too ( Read more... )

Was not expecting to get that talk from him, Simmons quietly tapped into his personal log. Then again, the guy's been around here best part of a year, and I'm still thinking like he's some kinda stranger around here?
He's been here as long as I have, really. It's just an us vs. them thing.

He paused.

Everything ends sometime. I'll be okay. Not ( Read more... )

Still no idea what was going to happen, still no thoughts on the war, but Simmons had a feeling he could go find some answers if he tried. Worth a shot, wasn't it ( Read more... )

Caboose shuffled around the base's kitchen and wiped at a smudge of flour on his cheek. He had been working hard for the past few hours, and his plan was now ready ( Read more... )

Lying out on the top of the base like this was pretty relaxing. The sun was bright, and to counter it his shirt was a distance away. Like, on the grass, distance away. So he'd miscalculated. What of it? Nothing important. Right now, there was only him, a pair of sunglasses, and the sun, ready for his nap. Well, and he'd put on sun screen too, but ( Read more... )

After leaving the kitchen, Donut headed to his room at a run, skidding inside and slamming the door. The need to see with his own two eyes what he had found out grew stronger with every step he took. Jeezus a ceasefire? What the hell happened while he was gone? In a way he was glad - since perhaps it would be easier to visit Caboose. He wondered ( Read more... )

"Dum dah dum ( Read more... )

On top of the cliffs surrounding the canyon, a solitary figure wandered, almost in a bit of a daze. It was still sinking in. No armour today - what did he need it, he'd thought. Not like it was worth anything when no-one was going to shoot ( Read more... )

An unfamiliar-looking (at first glance) Spartan headed through Blue Base. Maybe his walk would be identifiable, or maybe his armour's identifying beacon would give it away to anyone who could be bothered to check, but colour alone? Regulation blue, with white flashes? A civil-war Spartan's one biggest identifier and it'd never been seen here before ( Read more... )