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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:21 pm
Private RP between Master Chief and Celestial Fallen One.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:34 pm
Spartan 117, known as the Master Chief, had been a super solider built for the UNSC as part of the Spartan II Project lead by Dr. Hasley. He hand selected by the military and taken away from his parents at the young age of six, cloned so his family wouldn't suffer an unneeded loss. He was immediately thrown into vigorous training along with other children that had been selected for this project. At the age of fourteen, the remaining "Spartans" underwent a surgery that would chemically and physically change their bodies forever. The enhancements allowed them use of the new MLJOLNIR armor that would become a part of them for the rest of their military career. His life had changed into what he used to think hell, but looking back on it now, it was all he's ever known.
Once the Covenant got hold of a newly formulated weapon, he was sent down to Earth in the form of a strange lion-like species. It wasn't long before he came across old comrades, his AI companion, and some other lion-like creatures that seemed to all be pieces to this puzzle the Covenant had created. The Master Chief didn't like how he was losing this battle, he never lost. Ever.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 3:23 pm
A Weapon. She was a weapon. It was only accentuated by the fact that she constantly had bloodstains on her, and that she had to kill or she felt…weak. The only thing she remembered before arriving was that she was…and still was…a weapon. Being used to kill others. Destroying lives. What else did she live for nowadays though? There were little ones running about, and she could not harm them; their lives had just started and they had done no wrong. She only killed those who had done wrong. But was it justified? Was it justice? What right did she have to kill them?
Right now the area was desolate. And dark. But she had no intention of wandering. Only sitting upon a rock and gazing up at the sky. What was she, really? What was she here for? To kill? Or to find a…what was it? Oh, a life. But what was the point when was nothing but a gun? A weapon?
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