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Well…. shit.

York had taken a big risk, trying to sneak into a UNSC warehouse. But he figured, hey, soldiers guarding a bunch of food stores probably wouldn’t care about a petty thief. He didn’t really bet on Spartans, though.

The former Freelancer raised his hands cautiously. “Whoa, hey, let’s not get too excited here. Just wanted some food. What, you hiding a nuke in there or something?”

Her copperhead helmet tilted and her weapon lowered slightly, but Vale didn’t move from her spot and she was ready to point her weapon back at the intruder at a moment’s notice.

“You bypassed three security barriers to steal some ration kits?” She questioned, honestly, someone with that level of skill at breaking into UNSC facilities normally went after someone bigger, not for the food stores.

“Either you’re very brave, or very foolish.” She sighed.”You realize these food store houses are for transporting emergency rations to colonies throughout space that were affected by the human covenant wars.”

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“This is Spartan Vale to the rest of Osiris, breach located.” The woman hissed from behind her helmet, smg raised and pointed at the would-be lock picker.

“Who are you, and what do you want here?”

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“I am going to pretend that made sense, nod, then walk away and pretend this conversation never happened.”

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“NO!”

“I already get enough dirty looks from her as it is.”

“Do it please.”

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Yes, that cocky attitude, he was definitely what one would expect of an ODST, and it seemed that some bitter feelings between the Helljumpers and the Spartans still ran high. The Spartans didn’t seem to care about the flak they received from the ODSTs, after all, the rift began because of the actions of three ODST’s and a Spartan II.

Olympia wasn’t here to discuss tensions, nor open old wounds. She was here because of O’Brien’s file, what she had read, sifting through ONI files. That mission to the Forerunner planet, O’Brien, an expert marksman, forced to play number two to a Spartan who was listed as MIA following the mission.

He made a trick shot from several miles that killed a Covenant Prophet.

With the advent of the Spartan IV program, a good number of the new breed of Spartan had been recruited from the ODST’s, Edward Buck and Sarah Palmer were the more well known additions to the Spartan ranks.

“I’m sure you’re aware he’s known now as ‘Spartan Buck’, he and I serve on the same fire team.” She wasn’t trying to correct him, nor rub salt in anything, but one did have to follow protocol.”I’m Olympia Vale.”

“Were you ever considered for the Spartan IV program? I’ve seen the footage and checked your file, you sharp shooting would be an asset.”

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   A single round is expelled with a resounding POW!  The bullet arcing through the air snaps back the head of a holographic Jackal the moment it tears through the illusion of flesh, bone, and brain. A sigh, he can breathe again, and so he can talk again. “ Yes ma’am. “ The Helljumper turns slightly, reloading his clip with practiced ease as he warily eyes the new comer. “ Buck? “ A name he recognized, but was not personally familiar with. “ Dutch’s squad leader, Edward Buck, right? Huh. Didn’t think he’d remember me. “

    He rests his rifle on a shelf and turns fully, apprehension stirring in his gut as he anticipates MOCKERY, DISDAIN, BELITTLEMENT… old habits die hard, or… never. Still, he maintains a formal disposition, arms clasped behind his back and chin tilted up to meet her eye to eye and maybe just a smidgen more for confidence. “ I was just a private when I made that statement. “ He does allow a slight smirk, though it’s only playful mischief twinkling faintly in his eye. “ Now I’m the best shot on both sides. “

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“You people can ask me as many times as you want and the answer will still be the same.”

“I will NOT dress up as Samus Aran for Halloween.”

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Halo 5: Guardians Opening Cinematic [x]

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Blue Team and Fireteam Osiris + name meanings

Bonus

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Fireteam Osiris

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Halo 5 Opening Cinematic

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“It was you, wasn’t it.”

“Since someone uploaded Galaga into the mainframe of all the UNSC Computers on this vessel.”

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“Since when did UNSC computers have Galaga programmed into them?”

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@spectrefive started following you

“...Unbelievable...” Vale mumbles through her helmet as she looks at the Pelican Dropship she had left on the landing platform.

It was a quick op, investigating this outpost that appeared on the fringes of UNSC space. She finished her mission, got her intel, and came back to find her Pelican covered in graffiti.

The spartan puts a hand on her hip, then her head twitches when she hears the hiss of a spray-can. Sounds like the artist isn’t quite done painting her ship yet.

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@lavahandles started following you

Fireteam Osiris was the cream of the crop when it came to Spartan Fireteams, their missions often consisted of securing high priority targets, or killing key enemy figures... though lately, after their short stop at the planet Chorus. It seemed Fireteam Osiris’ duties, or, Olympia Vale’s duties anyway, had been relegated to that of babysitting the INFINITY’s latest acquisitions from the planet...

She’s not even sure she wants to know how the orange one managed to climb up to that hatch, carrying what appeared to be a few dozen boxes of Oreos, nor why he’d just sit there and eat them when he could easily be spotted.

“Private Grif! I wouldn’t sit in there too long... that’s where the INFINITY vent’s it’s plasma before a slipspace jump, it’s not a cubby hole.” It actually wasn’t where the ship’s plasma was vented, but chances were, he didn’t know that.

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There’s a low grumble in the Spartan’s voice, barely audible, but were Cortana just a bit closer, she would have heard Vale growling ‘That’s SPARTAN Vale’.

“That’s not what I heard or witnessed Cortana, on Meridian, Sloan was supposed to protect and govern the people of that colony, but he decided to abandon them when the Guardian activated and the Prometheans emerged. Meridian’s a crater now with few survivors because he heeded your siren song, there was no warning. Entire cruisers, full of people, died because their shipboard AI’s sided with you and cut power to their entire ships, including  oxygen and life support.”

“You may pull a sweet demeanor and a welcoming smile, but even your precious John wouldn’t be bought in by such blatant lies.”

          “ you really don’t understand, do you? i suppose i should thank you for               clarifying that. ”

holy blue hues rolled inside their sockets. how dare this IMITATION assume & claim such things?! fair enough, the points she made did hold some truth to them, but CORTANA would never admit to them; she’d tell herself & others who inquired much differently, of course.

            “ i’ve told you, already —- i’ve given plenty of warnings to people before                 activating my GUARDIANS or inviting their AI to us. i’ve even told the AI to                 make sure they survive. you cannot blame me for the actions of the                 ignorant, OLYMPIA. ”

voice was filled with a  FALSE SWEETNESS, poison coating her lips & drowning her words. eyes kept a careful watch of the other before her, extremities rising to rest upon hips.

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If she thought speaking Russian would hide what she was saying, she was wrong. Before becoming a part of the Spartan IV program, Olympia Vale was a diplomat, who specialized in languages, it was necessary for her role when she had to broker treaties between two different factions, especially if they spoke different languages. But now she wasn’t just a diplomat, she was a Spartan, and an agent of ONI.

So when the mention of a certain criminal organization was brought up, Vale’s first impulse was to reach for her plasma pistol. “I thought Freelancer was disbanded, it’s organization crumbled from within because of infighting.”

     “okay, i know i’m not that tall, but Ісус Христос.” HOSTILITY is clear in her tone. “you know what project freelancer is?” fucking hell. “yeah, that’s what i used to be a part of. people other than spartans can wear armor too.” she’s SNEERING under her helmet.

{ man, this woman really knew how to FLATTER someone, didn’t she? }