Winter Team - The Beginning [Open]

Vulkan wasn't trying to defeat Omid, just play with him. Lucas turned, "As you wish. Omid, have fun." He followed the marine until he approached the Elite. "What do you require?" The Elite was much taller than he, however, he was not threataning, size did not matter ,only skill. The firs Elite aboard his ship, lets hope he wasn't a xenophobe. (Yeah short post.)

[Alright, it's been like three weeks since anyone's posted here and approximately the same span since Yersia's even logged in. Do we want to skip him or call the thread dead or something?]

[The Airlock]
"What do you require?"

The Elite, Rilarn, felt offended by the straightforwardness of the SPARTAN, but ignored it nontheless.

"I have Insurrectionist Intelligence that leads towards your ship getting attacked. I am just warning you, and you have my backup. My ship, the Darkening, a CAS-class assault carrier, will be prepared 100%."

Raz grinned at the Marine's discomfort. "Don't worry," he said; he did have something resembling a conscience. "I can hear a pin drop in a sandstorm. I'll probably hear a Marine trip. Might even stop to help him up." It didn't take long for the three of them to reach the rec room, and even less time for Lo to find a table to sit at. He made sure to take note of the rec room's video screens, noting a War Games simulation in progress. Some of the views were an overhead of the battlefield; one or two were first-person. One-on-one, maybe? No, definitely not; he spotted too much red in an overhead view.

"Thanks, Marine. I owe you one," Raz answered before striding inside. He distractedly took a seat, wondering just how the battle was playing out. It didn't take long to spot a small group of Red Team guys to get themselves killed; maybe Blue was winning at the moment. "So where are you from, Lo?" Raz asked, trying to raise some conversation. "What's your specialty?"

Lucas made his way towards to where the Elite was being temporarily housed. As he entered, he held his helmet under his right arm, saluting the Elite with his left. "Commander Lucas Sicarius of the UNSC. How may I be of service?" He always respected guests, be they marine, civilian or elite. He awaited a response.

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Vulkan remained in a small battle with Omid, talking to him while doing so, "So, what's a big, sexy man like you doing on a ship like this?" She over-dramatized fainting. "My prince charming, here to save me." The orange girl then laid on the floor, laughing, before going back to her game with Omid.

[The Airlock]
Rilarn Lisciath looked at the Commander, he looked quite grand, as he was a SPARTAN.

"I have acquired information from the Office of Naval Intelligence that indicated to this ship being attacked. I've come to warn you. I am Rilarn Lisciath, Shipmaster of the Darkening of the Skies. My ship will be ready to defend you if they decide to initiate in ship-to-ship battle."

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[XO Office]
Erin Gannon was awoken from her sleep by Debby with some very interesting news.

"Commander Gannon, please wake up. You are appointed as the Commanding Officer of the UNSC Harsh Winter. Lucas isn't responding to me, I think he's talking to an elite in the airlock."

Erin got up, and got into her MJOLNIR suit of armor, and walked towards the airlock.

"Debby, bring some information up on this elite."
"Yes ma'am. Shipmaster Rilarn Lisciath, prestigious family, all shipmasters themselves. He likes to play loose with accepted strategy. Ship is the......Darkening of the Skies. CAS-class Assault Carrier currently undergoing repairs on Reach. Not a large amount of engagements, but it's useful. The camera system indicated he has intelligence that ONI is going to attack our ship."

Erin arrived at the airlock, and tapped Lucas on the shoulder, and patched herself into his PA system.

"You're relieved of duty, you're now the Commander of all SPARTANs aboard this ship. I'd like you to stay here with me though, help me out with this guy."

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[ONI Base, Reach]

Preston Caldwell was already in his armor, he almost always was. The information on this ship indicated that it was a Strident-class frigate. Carries many high-ranking soldiers. Currently housing Bravo Team. It'd be hard to infiltrate.

He located the signal of the ship, and masked the signal of this base, and sent a single message to the ship

“War does not determine who is right - only who is left.”

Raz glanced down, raised a platinum-blond eyebrow as Lo spit into his hand. He nodded fairly understandingly as Lo started to polish his helmet; very much a fan of the almost-entirely-visor PILOT helmet model--namely, the one clipped to his chest armor--himself, he was no stranger to polishing his visor to make sure he could see.

"Be nice to have you around when I get shot then, huh?" Raz joked feebly, making brief eye contact with the other SPARTAN. He didn't think it was quite so much a possibility as an eventuality that he'd find himself wounded; being the heavy weapons guy brought with it a certain ability to attract the attention of every single enemy ever given a gun. Wearing a SCANNER model helmet like that, though... he wasn't entirely sure if that was standard issue for medics. Raz made a mental note to ask about that later.

His eyes flicked back up to the screens as Lo's did, immediately noting a Red team member about to do away with a Blue. A grin occupied his face as the Blue turned and lashed out with the butt of his assault rifle at the last possible moment. Well, at least this battle wouldn't be completely one-sided.

Raz turned his attention back to Lo. Though he'd missed the first half, maybe two-thirds of his question, the remainder made it pretty clear what he was asking. Returning the smile with a bit of a lopsided one, he opened his mouth. "Straight from Earth," Raz shrugged as he spoke, in a low tone not much louder than a whisper. He was certain Lo would be able to hear him just fine, though, given the nature of some of the augmentations they both shared. "Don't remember much of it, to be honest with you. Don't even remember what my parents look like. I was volunteered into the SPARTAN program when I was three or four, and sixteen years later here I am. Blowing things up, killing everybody tries to shoot at me. Not much to tell."

He paused to take a breath, glance back up at the screens to see another pair of soldiers - one Blue, one Red - were fast approaching what was turning rather quickly into a fistfight. Ooh, fun. "So what's up with your armor?" Raz asked, gesturing up and down at Lo. "I would have expected something a little more, uh, standard-issue from a medic."