[Thread] ' 'No More Dead Heroes ' '
Characters: OU Linda-058, OU Captain Keyes, Open to Halo characters
Where: the park/wandering around, the cafe
When: noon/early evening
Summary: Linda and Keyes arrive at just about the same time. Linda investigates the call for aid from a dead captain. Old friends unite. / Keyes, with Linda trailing, explores the new facility he finds himself in. Dr. Halsey finds them and they hold a discussion over coffee.
Warnings: None currently.
Linda moved forward with a cautious step. Her movements were slow and deliberate. She didn’t want to give her position away as she investigated the dodgy call for help. The service number checked out, and there was an IFF transponder code that matched UNSC codes confirming the man’s presence on her HUD’s radar scope but the lone-wolf Spartan hadn’t survived this long as the contingent’s best sniper by being careless.
And Captain Jacob Keyes was a known deceased entity.
Either current circumstances were quite strange indeed, or this was a trap. The Spartan’s natural cautious nature easily sided with the later as the obvious choice. It could have been that the Covenant had figured out how to copy UNCS transponder codes and were finally stooping low enough to lay a dirty trap with a fake one.
She didn’t put it above them.
The half a ton of olive drab green armor slinked impossibly smooth through the slight undergrowth provided in the area, all but truly invisible. The thinly spread forest reminded Linda of a civilian’s park in the most abstract of her current thoughts. Every so often she could view a small path running alongside what might have been a moderately sized body of water, perhaps a small lake or large pond, through the underbrush.
She disappeared into the foliage and approached the lone figure carefully. He--she could now tell its gender and perhaps general age (well over 40, likely)--seemed to be looking over some small device in his hands. He spoke into it briefly and Linda realized it was a communicator of some sort.
The figure was definitely human, that much she could obviously tell. But could it still be some sort of trap? An Insurrectionist perhaps? But that seemed a little far-fetched considering her last known location. Of course, her last “known” location had been way off the charts the last time she asked Dr. Halsey to explain it to her one more time. She still hadn’t quite understood. Oh, yes, of course she got the general concepts and bases that the doctor had been telling her--but anything beyond that (how, why, who) would not lend itself to her knowledge.
‘Dyson sphere in a permanent Slipspace rupture’ was about all she could wrap her mind around before things got altogether too abstract for her liking. Pre-humanity era alien technology and grand defense schemes just weren’t her thing. She was a pro-active assassin, thank-you-kindly.
Linda watched the individual carefully for a full minute, listening to his soft spoken words as easily as if she had been standing right next to him. The voice sounded familiar and the words he spoke sounded almost as confused as she felt at the moment. Was it possible the same that just happened to her had also just happened to him?
She dropped her act of blending in and immediately was noticed as she stepped fully out into the open. The sniper inwardly approved of such a quick visual reaction that the supposed captain gave upon her appearance. He stood his ground firmly once he spotted the familiar green armor. “Spartan,” Linda heard the man say in greeting to her. He seemed to be waiting for something.
She hesitated for only a moment more then snapped off a quick salute. She’d hate to give him away if he truly were the supposedly deceased Captain Keyes and they were in the middle of hostile land. He nodded in return and offered her a wry smile. “Status,” he commanded her, and then before she could reply he asked, “Chief?”
She shook her head. “Spartan-058, reporting as requested. May I be frank?” she asked without preamble.
The man nodded. “Go ahead.”
“You’re dead, sir.”
Where: the park/wandering around, the cafe
When: noon/early evening
Summary: Linda and Keyes arrive at just about the same time. Linda investigates the call for aid from a dead captain. Old friends unite. / Keyes, with Linda trailing, explores the new facility he finds himself in. Dr. Halsey finds them and they hold a discussion over coffee.
Warnings: None currently.
Linda moved forward with a cautious step. Her movements were slow and deliberate. She didn’t want to give her position away as she investigated the dodgy call for help. The service number checked out, and there was an IFF transponder code that matched UNSC codes confirming the man’s presence on her HUD’s radar scope but the lone-wolf Spartan hadn’t survived this long as the contingent’s best sniper by being careless.
And Captain Jacob Keyes was a known deceased entity.
Either current circumstances were quite strange indeed, or this was a trap. The Spartan’s natural cautious nature easily sided with the later as the obvious choice. It could have been that the Covenant had figured out how to copy UNCS transponder codes and were finally stooping low enough to lay a dirty trap with a fake one.
She didn’t put it above them.
The half a ton of olive drab green armor slinked impossibly smooth through the slight undergrowth provided in the area, all but truly invisible. The thinly spread forest reminded Linda of a civilian’s park in the most abstract of her current thoughts. Every so often she could view a small path running alongside what might have been a moderately sized body of water, perhaps a small lake or large pond, through the underbrush.
She disappeared into the foliage and approached the lone figure carefully. He--she could now tell its gender and perhaps general age (well over 40, likely)--seemed to be looking over some small device in his hands. He spoke into it briefly and Linda realized it was a communicator of some sort.
The figure was definitely human, that much she could obviously tell. But could it still be some sort of trap? An Insurrectionist perhaps? But that seemed a little far-fetched considering her last known location. Of course, her last “known” location had been way off the charts the last time she asked Dr. Halsey to explain it to her one more time. She still hadn’t quite understood. Oh, yes, of course she got the general concepts and bases that the doctor had been telling her--but anything beyond that (how, why, who) would not lend itself to her knowledge.
‘Dyson sphere in a permanent Slipspace rupture’ was about all she could wrap her mind around before things got altogether too abstract for her liking. Pre-humanity era alien technology and grand defense schemes just weren’t her thing. She was a pro-active assassin, thank-you-kindly.
Linda watched the individual carefully for a full minute, listening to his soft spoken words as easily as if she had been standing right next to him. The voice sounded familiar and the words he spoke sounded almost as confused as she felt at the moment. Was it possible the same that just happened to her had also just happened to him?
She dropped her act of blending in and immediately was noticed as she stepped fully out into the open. The sniper inwardly approved of such a quick visual reaction that the supposed captain gave upon her appearance. He stood his ground firmly once he spotted the familiar green armor. “Spartan,” Linda heard the man say in greeting to her. He seemed to be waiting for something.
She hesitated for only a moment more then snapped off a quick salute. She’d hate to give him away if he truly were the supposedly deceased Captain Keyes and they were in the middle of hostile land. He nodded in return and offered her a wry smile. “Status,” he commanded her, and then before she could reply he asked, “Chief?”
She shook her head. “Spartan-058, reporting as requested. May I be frank?” she asked without preamble.
The man nodded. “Go ahead.”
“You’re dead, sir.”