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[noble-leader]

Day cycle worked differently out in the vacuum. Or, more specifically, on board a starship. Every station needed to be manned 24/7.

UNSC Madrigal’s Retribution. Bravo Shift. 02:12:36 Ship-Board Time.

Right, left, right right, left left left. The taught fabric of the punching bag was grounding against his knuckles, even despite the tape.

He should’ve been asleep hours ago.

“Three O’clock high, Marine!”

Carter barked, depressing the trigger of his DMR thrice, eyes locking onto the spray of blood that flew from the Jackal’s head.

Right right right, left, right, left left.

His skin was on fire and freezing at the same time.

“Corpsman! Corpsman!”

Came the voice of PFC Cassidy, sounding panicked over the roar of MA5s. Carter looked back, and found Cassidy’s eyes locked onto the fallen body of Corporal Richards.

Why?

Right, left.

Why was this effecting him so much?

Soldiers died. That was war.

But he couldn’t for the life of him get the look in Cassidy’s eyes out his mind.

Bang.

The bag hit the floor.

Evidently not every ship in the Navy had facilities designed for Spartans.

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NEW ALEXANDRIA, EPOSZ, REACH

03:21 HRS - AUGUST 26, 2552

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          Taggart laid still in the darkness, propped up against what           was left of a wall, slumped over her M90 as the ash continued           to fall. It had been some time since the fighting had ceased.           How long exactly was unknown to the ODST, as her helmet’s           visor had cracked, and there wasn’t exactly anyone around to           ask. Well, no one alive, that was. The disconcerting quiet pretty           much confirmed that.           Truthfully, there were many people around. Numerous Marine           and Army troopers, multiple civilians, and of course, her own           squad of ODST specialists. Yet Rebecca Taggart remained the           only living soul in sight. The rest were long gone, either killed           in combat, or crushed by collapsing skyscrapers. Bec found           herself to be one of the fortunate ‘lucky’ one, who survived it           all, and was now left to sit, surrounded by bodies, spent           ammunition, and coated in a sticky combination of ash and blood.           Injured, dazed, and not even sure if she was alive or in some           form of strange purgatory, the Sergeant waited. What for?           Well, either death, or help. Though hope for the latter was           quickly fading. Her IFF Transponder had been active since           the night the glassing started, but with such heavy interference,           she was not exactly optimistic a signal would get through. Now,           she had to contend with the idea that she had been left behind           altogether. Frankly, she didn’t blame them. The rest of her squad           was dead, and soon she would be too, as the heavy footsteps           approaching her position loudened even further.            The weary Helljumper barely moved to ready herself, instead           grasping her shotgun with one hand, and dragging it across her           body to an uneasy firing position. The weapon clattered against           her armor as she did so. Her strength had very much faded, but           she was going to try her best to get one last good swing in. Through           the ash she croaked what she believed would be her final words,           voice hoarse and dry, but containing what could very well be the           absolute last of her resolve to fight to the end.           “Bring it on split-chin.”

[rcfekjwtaardby-moved]

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"General Katona, did you order for me to come? How can I help you, sir?"

[prideofonyx]

☠ for Kurt being rescued by one of his all grown up Threes :D

The first thing the Spartan-II was aware of were the horrendous pangs of fiery pain crushing his forehead in their grip. When he opened his eyes, he stared up at a cracked visor and a reddened flashing HUD. It's alarms began to ring in his ears as clarity returned to his eagle's eyes. "Y-you..."

[loyaltyandchaos]

@wcrspite​ [x]

She was right. Even the capabilities of the ARC troopers were limited by their abilities and orders. He wouldn't be able to sort through any Kaminoan research like Nala Se did or politics like senator Amidala did. They all had their specializations for a reason.

"I understand. As an ARC trooper, I can do a lot, but still, everyone has limits. So I don't blame you. Each soldier has his own specialty."

He smiled at her and followed her. Her ship was different from anything he had seen before. Elongated body, well armed, probably fast.

"Looks impressive. We don't have anything like it. Well, actually we have spaceships and they're varied, but I haven't seen anything like this."

[asycuwish]

where should you be kissed?

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

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tagging: @debelltio @therapardalis @kryptonianclone @jundlcndwastes @honorhunt

[nevermorecrystal1]

So, I am going to be dropping the Librarian as a muse. I think she will be replaced by either Kat-B320 or Sarah Palmer.

Eventually, I'll be replaying through the series again. Maybe place them in chronological order of time.

I know Kat because of @wcrspite.

[rcfekjwtaardby-moved]

@wcrspite​

"I know it sounds like crazy, but maybe it is. I don't remember what happened to me, but when I woke up I ended up here. I have no hostile intentions. I don't understand where I am at all! What planet is this?"

It was true. Fives didn't remember how he got here. He did not recognize this planet. If he could contact 501st, it would be much easier. But he couldn't do it. Plus he met a strange person in unfamiliar armor. Looks like he was in trouble.

[loyaltyandchaos]

@wcrspite​ [x]

It was really interesting. The General not only wanted to talk, but was also interested in his personal comfort. In this way, she was like Skywalker, who liked to talk to his men in the barracks or somewhere in the dining room. Well, he could go to meet her.

"Thank you for your concern, sir. How about the mess hall? It's a pretty cozy place and we won't be disturbed."

It was really better and easier to talk in the mess hall. No one will eavesdrop, you can take coffee and talk. Plus, everyone sees that you are busy and will not distract him from the conversation. If Skywalker returns, he will be told where he is.

"It's always good to meet Jedi who are willing to talk and get to know the clones better. Many of the Jedi I've met, other than Skywalker and Kenobi, try to keep their distance."

[noble-leader]

What made you decide to write this muse? / Tag someone you love/look up to! / What’s your sweetest RP experience so far?

// 1: Because of the lack of much about him! I had lots of headcanons and he seemed very intriguing.

2: @wcrspite bish

3: The Cartemis Cuddles

[noble-leader]

How Your Muse Shows Their Feelings

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Rules:

Bold what always applies

Italicize what sometimes applies

Tag some homies ( if you want to!! )

Happiness

being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

Sadness

tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. running makeup. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. anger.  faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them. (I’m adding one) trailing off when speaking.

Anger

furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger. (Adding one) tapping fingers increasingly faster.

Fear

wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

Exhaustion

constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

[noble-leader]

What is one of your favorite threads of all time, including inactive/complete ones?

// Vhgjg hi Blue. I have to say, currently active one with Carter and Artemis cause oh my gOD

@wcrspite she was screaming about it too hchfv

[prideofonyx]

scars tell stories

"Ah, that one, eh? I was small when that happened. I slipped and cut my knee on some wet rocks doing wilderness training in the woods back on Reach." @wcrspite