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Halo: Spartan III

CPO Mendez sat in the far corner of his office at his desk, the smell of sulfur wafting from his the newly lit match. Soon after, the smell was replaced by that of a cigar. The blinds across the window shadowed parts of Mendez's face, giving him a quite dark and intimidating look. He stood, and walked to a cold, grey file cabinet in the corner, and extracted a file.

Returning to his desk, Catherine leaned forward, hoping he had grabbed the file she'd expected. He had. A smile grew across her slightly creased face, and she grabbed a cigar for herself.

"So I suppose we did fairly well for ourselves?" Mendez grinned across at Dr. Halsey. She smiled and lit the cigar, then pushed it between her lips, inhaling slowly.

"ONI seems to think it should get better," she laughed bitterly. "And here I thought all our hard work was done." Mendez shared her grin.

"Well, they want the project finished ASAP, they seem to think that the Spartan II's are getting to old."

Catherine frowned, "Too old? Not only do they have expanded lifespan, but they're younger than us. And honestly, it's no small feat to raise twenty-odd marines from the time they're just children. What do they think we are?" She stumbled at a lack of words, and Mendez flashed her another smile. They began to chuckle again.

Mendez's expression changed again, "You and I both know that the work our Spartan II's do is hard on them, and despite the expanded lifespan, they are going to have to call it quits eventually."

"Either way," Dr. Halsey shot back, "Thirty years may be a long time for any normal marine, but I'd say most of the II's still have another fifteen years in them. At least some of them do."

"John?"

"Obviously. Besides, I'd love to have him help us train the III's, at least during the little off time he gets. Plus the little ones might give him a way to test the more... gentle features of the Mark IX MJOLNIR armor he just recieved."

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[b][i]10 Years Later..[/b][/i]
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078 Victor dropped to the ground and landed beside Carrie, Spartan 097. The Spartan III's we're merely fifteen, and yet they we're playing Capture the Flag with Live Ammunition against the Bravo Marines.

The two Spartan's signaled to the rest of their squad that it was safe, and they snagged the flag, dropping two flash grenades on their way out. The Marines fired wildly, the grenades nearly blinding them after the total darnkess. Luckily for the Spartan children, the Marines we're both very untrained to see in the dark, they didn't have night vision. Besides that, they also fired in the wrong direction.

The Spartan's got away free, again, and without injury. Time had yet to tell whether or not they would remain as lucky as the Spartan II's, or if they would surpass the Spartan II's.
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Welcome to Halo: Spartan III. This RPG is an alternate universe of Halo, which features the Spartan III project. For those of you who don't know, The Master Chief's sect of Spartans from the Spartan II project.

In this RPG, you will take on the role of the 15/16 Year Old Spartan III's. Choose a name, a number, and you'll be ready to tackle Spartan training, and who knows what else? The Future can only tell.

[i][b]Story Note:[/b] Because this is an AU RPG, Reach still stands (Meaning most of the Spartan II group still lives), and the original Covenant threat has been squelched. What remains to happen now, still remains to be seen.[/i]


[color=darkblue][b][hl=white]Please PM your finished copies of the below character sheets to me.[/color][/hl][/b]

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Spartan Identification Number:[/b]
[b]Military Proficiency:[/b] [i]Sniper, Frontman, Tactician, etc.[/i]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Current Height:[/b] [i]Note: Susceptible to change[/i]
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[b]Physical Build:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Home Planet:[/b] [i]For those of you who don't know much of the Halo universe, your best bets are Earth or Reach.[/i]

I have chos

 

GM APPROVED
Name: Kai Gehrig
Spartan Identification Number: 143
Military Proficiency: Sniper
Gender: Male
Current Height:5'10"
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Physical Build: Little more than Slight
Personality: Get's along with everyone, but when he's doing something, does not like to be bothered.
Home Planet: Reach

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Daniel Freese
Spartan Identification Number: 067
Military Proficiency: Close-quarters specialist.
Gender: Male
Current Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Bluish-green
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Build: Medium so far.
Personality: Like's team effecientcy. Makes wise cracks from time to time if the moment allows it. Daniel WILL get the job done though, he can be as serious as a heart-attack and is a loyal, hard-working soldier.
Home Planet: Earth


Can't wait to get this started.

 

GM APPROVED


Name: Dirk Adams
Spartan Identification Number: 042
Military Proficiency: Frontman
Gender: Male
Current Height: 6'3"
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Physical Build: Toned
Personality: Fun loving, easily side tracked, never stops untill the job is done.
Home Planet: New Legaspi, Mars

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Carl Jones
Spartan Identification Number: 027
Military Proficiency: Frontman
Gender: Male
Current Height: 5-6
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Physical Build: Athletic, sporty
Personality: Friendly, quick to anger, soft
Home Planet: Earth

 

Thus far, I've had six people express an interest in this RPG, which has me quite happy, I must say.

Personally, I'd prefer to have about 10 people ready to play. But regardless, we shall start on Monday probably about 8 or 9 PM (CST), depending on me, your lovely GM.

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Steve Rawley
Spartan Identification Number: 135
Military Proficiency: Demolitions Specialist
Gender: Male
Current Height: 5' 9"
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Build: Heavy
Personality: Dour, surly disposition
Home Planet: Mars

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Thomas Bullard
Spartan Identification Number: 081
Military Proficiency: Sniper/Rifleman
Gender: Male
Current Height: 6' 2"
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Build: Semi-muscular
Personality: Calm, logistic
Home Planet: Sigma Octanus IV

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Raymond Osman
Spartan Identification Number: 165
Military Proficiency: Pilot
Gender: Male
Current Height: 5'10
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Physical Build: Solid, medium
Personality: Comical
Home Planet: Reach

 

Dr. Catherine Halsey, CPO Mendez

The Spartans filed into the open space, next to the brown dirt track. It was a beautiful day. No clouds, crystal clear sky, and hot with a breeze. The sun glinted off of Mendez's silver hair, and Dr. Halsey couldn't help but chuckle. The Spartan's kept their stark expression, and didn't move a muscle.

"Alright Marines," Mendez rasped out, "I want twenty laps around the track, on the double. When you're done, I want to see a nice and fast hustle across the grounds here and on the opposite side of the treeline, thirty meters south from here. You all know where I'm talking about it, because you've been there before, so I don't expect to see anyone claiming they didn't know where to go. Move out soldiers!"

Mendez knew that none of them would lag behind anyways. They we're getting more and more adept at everything they were doing, and they were in phenomenal shape. He was proud to call them his own soldiers, though he didn't know for how much longer. ONI kept moving the augmentation date up, closer and closer. Which meant some of these teenagers might not live to see the age of eighteen, unless Mendez and Halsey did they're job to keep them strong, and make them stronger.

The CPO shook those thoughts away, and smelled the crisp air. He could smell sweat, oil, and his own deodorant.

"Well, that's a winning combination," He smiled at Halsey. She gave him a puzzeled look, and stood from the bench she was on.

"Let's go, they're already on lap fifteen."

Mendez sighed, as the dismal thoughts from before still grasped at his mind.

The Spartan III's

They all rounded the last corner of the track at the same time, and sprinted hard to the end, and then set an easy jog to they're meeting place. They reached the opening in the treeline, and rounded out into a clearing, and saw they're objective.

"Looks like Mendez has a hayday planned for us," Daniel Freese muttered, and Carrie smiled at him. Before them was an obstacle course, with the works. Live ammunition, demo charges, and anything else that could've lack creativity, was now bursting with it. The Spartan teens looked from one to the other, and then back at their next challenge, each thinking it was looked easier than it probably was, that was Mendez's style.

They looked to the Chief Petty Officer, and Mendez merely said, "What are you waiting for?"

WIth that, they moved forward, and into the obstacles.

Tag: All

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[color=darkblue][hl=white][b]There you are, Marines! Have at 'er![/color][/hl][/b][face_happy]

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By the way, I'll be playing the following characters from time to time, y'know..when I'm not GMing. [face_wink]

[b]Name:[/b] Victor Redman
[b]Spartan Identification Number:[/b] 078
[b]Military Proficiency:[/b] Sniper
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Current Height:[/b] 6' 0''
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Blue
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Blonde
[b]Physical Build:[/b] Athletic
[b]Personality:[/b] Witty, quick minded, and very quick to follow orders, whether they conflict with his interests or not.
[b]Home Planet:[/b] Sigma Octanus IV


[b]Name:[/b] Carrie Snelling
[b]Spartan Identification Number:[/b] 097
[b]Military Proficiency:[/b] Sniper Spotter, Rifleman, Point
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Current Height:[/b] 5' 8''
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Green
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Brown
[b]Physical Build:[/b] Slim, muscular
[b]Personality:[/b] Fun, Loving, very open. Quick minded.
[b]Home Planet:[/b] Reach

 

IC: Thomas Bullard, ID #081
Location: Obstacle Course

Thomas was familiar with the ground below him, but it seemed completely new to him, with all of the modifications made to it. As the oldest on the squad, he felt the need to go in first, but he knew that he would probably need a demolition specialist at the front line.

"Steve, I'll need your assistance momentarily."

Thomas began a careful approach to the course, hiding behind all cover available. About 5 meters from the main entrance to the obstacle course, he noticed a security camera. Due to him being almost right in front of the camera, he had no way of disabling it, without outside assistance.

"Could I get one of you to take out this camera?"

Thomas could almost here them complaining in the background, about his need to always go first. Maybe it was a feeling of protectiveness, since he was the older one. But it seems to run a lot deeper...


TAG: Sniper


OOC: I hope I'm doing good...I haven't ever RP'd on a major scale.

 

IC: Kai Gehrig-143

As soon as Kai saw the ammo stash he was in heaven, he spotted a Snipe rifle and made sure he was the first one to it. Checking it's ammo store he strode up to the course awaiting his turn to go through.

"Could I get one of you to take out this camera?"

"Got it!" Kai answers and kneels down on one knee, after a moment Kai pulls the trigger of the gun and lets the bullet fly. It dislodges the camera from it's holdings and ires and all fall to the ground...pointing the opposite direction. "There you go Tom."

TAG: Others.

 

IC: Raymond Osman-165

Raymond looked on the ground for any light weapon he could find. He wasn't a particular fan of heavy weaponry. He wasn't even a fan of walking. Raymond looked up at the sky, and sighed. That's where he wanted to be.

He found a pair of Magnum I's with scopes included, and loaded them. Raymond trotted up behind the Spartans, awaiting his turn to go through the obstacle course. He watched as one of the other Spartan III's, 143, kneeled down and shot at a security camera.

The camera fell into seperate pieces, facing backwards. Raymond let out a long, low whistle like one might when looking into a deep canyon.

Maybe this obstacle course would be funner then he thought.

TAG: Others

 

IC: Thomas Bullard, ID #081
Location: Obstacle Course

Thomas made sure that his battle rifle was completely loaded, and went to find a sniper rifle. When he returned, it appeared that his squadmates had done the same.

"Okay, so how do we want to tackle this obstacle course? Do we just walk in, or how are we going to do this? Is there any chance the pilots brought a vehicle with them?"

(NO ANSWER)

"Well, we'll have to do what we can. I'm pretty sure they will have some kind of machinery set up at the entrance, to throw concussion grenades at us, like usual. How are we going to take it out?" *looks at Steve*

TAG: Others

 

Approved

Name: Jason Sheppard
Spartan Identification Number: 108
Military Proficiency: Vehicle's
Gender: Male
Current Height: 5'7''
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Physical Build: Fit
Personality: Jason can be quite naive at times, however his grit and fortitude are unrivaled.
Home Planet: Earth

 

IC - Carl Jones (027) - Obstacle Course

Carl put his hands on his waist as he shook off the light sweat from his head. It was hot like usual, but the breeze felt real good. He smiled as he looked down at the weapons. He loved getting into the action. He bend over the piled of weapons, and took a battle rifle for his own. He then took a couple frag grenades and latched them onto his belt.

He considered his proficiency to be being a frontman, because he liked fighting and getting as close to the action as possible, one on one, although none of them had ever experienced real battles. He was anxious to one day fight for real.

He stood up as he readied himself for the obstacle course. He looked around at the others. He watched as Kai took out a security camera with his sniper. Nice. He thought. As Tom pondered on how to take on the obstacle course, Carl pressed forward.

"Would you hesitate in a real battle?" He said aloud. Of course, strategizing was always good, but he knew they had to see what they were up against to be able to strategize. Carl moved forward and into the course, with his assault rifle's scope rested onto his eye.

TAG: Spartan III's, Rayson

 

IC: Steve-135

Steve appropriates himself a shotgun and a bag full of demo charges. Then he grabs a few grenades. He liked things that went boom. It was one of the few things that made him smile. He crept forward to where Tom, their unofficial leader for the moment, was.

"Well I've got a bag full of goodies here, I could probably blow away whatever they've got, but I would want to get close to plant the charges. Otherwise it is a matter of winging them across the field and that just isn't very efficient." For Steve, it was all about efficiency, inflicting the maximum damage with the minimum force. Sure anyone could bring down a wall by plastering it with explosives, but it shows some skill to do it with one small charge.

As Carl moves into the course right away, asking "Would you hesitate in a real battle?" Steve replies, "No, but I wouldn't go running in headlong either" in his usual curt tone. Everyone knows by now he doesn't mean anything by it, that's just the way he is.

TAG

 

IC: Raymond-165

"If it were up to me, we wouldn't be even be standing here right now. We'd be riding Mongooses, Warthogs and Pelicans into the sunset. But, there aren't any vehicles here, and it's not sunset yet," Raymond said.

Raymond pivoted towards Carl. "Carl, do you by chance see any vehicles?" He turned towards the other Spartan III's. "If I could get my hands on something like a Mongoose, I could distract most of the autoturrets, and Steve could plant demo charges on the concussion grenade launchers."

He turned towards Carl, his fingers slightly crossed. Raymond hated groundpounding, and if he could find a vehicle he could just cruise through.

TAG: Carl, Steve, others.

 

IC - Carl Jones (027) - Obstacle Course

Carl turned around to face the others and smirked. He relaxed his arm and had his rifle resting on the side of his leg. He looked and Steve as he spoke to him.

"Heh. True, but I'm not rushing. I'm simply going ahead of the rest of you cautiously. If you didn't notice- I wasn't runnin or anything, I was taking short careful steps as I studied my surroundings." He shook his head. He hated it when his teammates were so conservative. He knew they had to plan things out and suhc, but they could try to do things differently sometimes. Who knows, it might work for better or for worse, but either way there was only one way of finding out- actually trying new things.

As Carl turned back around and continued to press forward, he was met up by Raymond. Carl stopped again to face him.

"Carl, do you by chance see any vehicles?" Raymond asked him. "None yet, Ray. But I'm sure there should be some vehicle somewhere. If we continue to search, we might find something." He said, as once again he brought up his assault rifle and continued on through the path.

TAG: Kan-Kilgar, ColdFire, the other Spartan III's, Rayson

 

IC: Thomas Bullard, ID #081
Location: Obstacle Course

As Thomas was observing his surroundings, Carl said "Would you hesitate in a real battle?". To this, Thomas replied: "It is better to hesitate, gather our forces, and strategize, than just walk in. Once we enter, we have no idea what to expect."

As Carl progressed along his path, Thomas noticed something sticking out from behind a tree. "Get back!"

It was a state-of-the-art auto-turrent.


TAG: Carl

 

IC - Carl Jones (027) - Obstacle Course

Carl walked forward slowly. He looked on far in the distance, hoping to find a vehicle for Raymond. He didn't see any, at least not out in the open. Suddenly, he heard Thomas yell out to him. "Get back!" Carl thought for a split second and then looked over the tree. It was an auto turret. Foolishly, he had been distracted- he'd been looking into the distance when he should have been focusing on what was right in front of him.

Carl strafed to the right, just as the turret began to open fire. He dodged the barrage of bullets. He then quickly aimed and fired at the turret, pulling the trigger as it unleashed bullets, and destroyed it. It smoked as it shut down. Carl shook his head.

"Thanks, Thomas." He said as he regained posture. "Now, are we all going to get going or what?" He asked, waiting on his teammates.

TAG: DDL, the other Spartan III's, Rayson

 

IC: Daniel Freese-067

Daniel went for the table of weapons and equipment, he picked out a little M7 Casless SMG, A.K.A "The Bullethose", his pick of the litter. He also picked up a combat knife and flipped it around in his hands skillflly. He caught up with the rest of the Spartans, just in time to see Kai kneel and take out a security camera, he admired how the team worked together to take out the camera. A yell rang out: "Get back! It was Thomas, he spotted an auto-turret. Daniel's head whipped towards that direction and he took cover behind a rock, peeking his SMG around the edge very slightly, the dangerous machine looking for targets. Daniel saw the flash from a gun muzzle out of the corner of his eye, it was Carl, number 027. Daniel stood up at a half stand, half kneel position. "Now, are we all going to get going or what? Carl said. Daniel nodded and took his normal position on the right side of the group, near the front.

TAG: Spartans.

 

Name: Maya Yubari
Spartan Identification Number: 085
Military Proficiency: Sniper
Gender: Female
Current Height: Note:5'7
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: black
Physical Build: She is slender, being a sniper does not require huge muscles.
Personality: She is cold and patient. She does not like childish attitudes and does not talk to many people.
Home Planet:Earth


CAn you start me off please.

 

IC: Thomas Bullard, ID #081
Location: Obstacle Course


As Carl asked, "Now, are we all going to get going or what?", Thomas was observing the obstacle entrance. As Carl walked back to the rest of the group, Thomas asked "Can we get someone up in that tree over there?" *points* "If we had someone watching our backs, it would make it easier to watch our fronts."

 

IC: Spartan-143, Kai

"Can we get someone up in that tree over there?" *points* "If we had someone watching our backs, it would make it easier to watch our fronts."

"Got it" says Kai, and he hefts the sniper rifle to his shoulder and runs to the tree. SLinging it over his shoulder, he starts climbing.


Tag: Others.