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0800 hours, April 26, Year 2548 (military calendar) / Hellespont System, on the ship ‘death is not an escape’
He was walking towards the command deck with vigor. He was being called in for a briefing; how exciting.
The ship's walkways and even the ship itself was never a comfortable temperature, always too hot and cold, as soon as you adjust to the heat or chill, it would change.
He was just glad that with all of the crew being as odd as it is, no one cared about him constantly wearing his armor.
it adjusted for the changes, the small ones and the big ones, he didn't know who designed this ship, but he was going to wring their neck for how it seemed to shift and move... his hub kept him on track even if the hulls tried leading him to dead ends.
He finally made it to the main command deck, no one bothered him about being slightly late, everyone knew how the ship seemed like a endless nexus.
He walked to what everyone called the "Campfire" named that due to the circular orange pit in the center of the room and where their captain spent his time.
Captain Dwight Fairfield was... by all definitions, a small, weak, and cowardly man, but he has Trapper's respect for never backing down from a fight.
Be that From The Covenant or the UNSC when it came down to his ship and its crew.
He saluted his captain, feeling disgust and amusement in equal amounts when Fairfield jumped to his feet to return it, It was nice to be treated like a proper threat.
The smaller man cleared his throat and sat back down, "hello spartan-116, I've called you here to discuss, um" he started picking at the arm of his chair, the upholstery was peeling. "That we picked up some odd signals coming from the planet below us. I wanted you to, uh, gather yourself a team and check it out."
Evan raised a eyebrow, he didn't like being deployed on random goose chases, "are you certain sir? Seems like a waste of resources just to... check something out" his voice was raspy from lack of use, he barely spoke unless first spoken to.
but the captain simply sat up straighter in his chair and replied "well normally yes, but sometimes you just gotta go with your gut... uh, ya know?" Evan noted the small boost of confidence, and then The spartan huffed but gave a curt nod and made his way off the deck, mindlessly giving a salute.
the captain waved him off. marching down the corridors, he gave a silent chuckle as the bridgecrew jump out of his way. He needed to head towards the spartan barracks.
He sighed when the command deck door opened to reveal emptiness, he had to close and reopen the door several times just to see any type of floor. He cracked his neck as he took a step into the confusing labyrinth.
You never know if you'll find the ship level you're looking for or if you'll be going through corridor to corridor, praying that the next one will be right.
He nodded to the few crewmen he saw and ignored the wandering ones, right until the Trapper got to the spartan barracks, it stood out due to the multiple dents and scratches on it. Then he heard the yelling.
Evan sighed, who pissed off who this time? dragging his hand down his faceplate, he squared his shoulders and then passed the code into the keypad.
It was Max and Rin, of course, Spartan 3s were the angry types, those two especially, Philip was trying to calm them down, it wasn’t working that well.
Walking over, he cleared his throat, but was ignored. He rolled his eyes and crept closer, He raised his hands in preparation and then He grabbed the smaller one, Rin, and lifted her up while also putting a hand in front of Max, growling when they tried moving.
He turned to the rest of them, still holding Rin, she was dangling with his arm placed around the bottom of her chest plate and spoke with everyone at large
"so, we're getting sent down to check out some odd occurrences happening on the planet below." He looked at his fellow spartans, "would anyone like to volunteer?"
Rin tapped his forearm in surrender, so he sat her down, she was small for a spartan, but a spartan all the same. "Yes sir, may I go-" her whole body jerked painfully but she returned to resting pose "-on the mission? I believe I would beneficial on the ground-" another jerk, launching her head back "-team..."
He nodded and several others volunteered as well, seems they were all going a bit stir crazy while on board, nothing to do, nothing to hunt.
He only needed a team of four, so he choose out of the many spartans who wanted to see some action or whom just wanted to stretch their legs.
he needed those who could be quiet, Choosing Philip-A137, Rin-B287, Anna-119, and of course, himself, Evan-116.
Anyone that was left just went back to what they were doing before he came in, Max-B217 looked unsure before softly bumping Rin's shoulder, he walked away, his way of saying sorry. Trapper sighed and gave the symbol to go and prepare, she gave the hillbilly a nod back before going to grab her gear. his team went to their lockers and he stepped away from the main room of the spartan barracks. His shoulders hurt, all his owe fault.
With shrapnel from a exploding banshee being plunged mainly in the left side of his dark green Mark V MJOLNIR armor, he was asked if he wanted the scrap taken out, he denied the request, it added to his whole look.
like his helmet for example, the glass being scratched in a way that resembled small, beady eyes in the visor of his EVA helmet. with a sharp, toothy, metal grin having been welded to his jaw.
He looked properly terrifying, but as he passes his fellow spartans, he felt... lackluster. Like Rin-B287, the girl walked like she was in constant pain and sometimes... she would jerk in random Motions, her own armor being pierced by shrapnel much like his, but smaller and scattered all over her limbs.
he was sure it was due to her banged up SCOUT-class MJOLNIR armor, with it being damaged and all that, but she was as stubborn as the many others on this ship and simply lived in the chipped light blue armor as many spartans would.
Philip was silent as he popped up beside him, his black RECON-class MJOLNIR with white in odd places being the main eye catcher.
He wore a dark cloak that drew you towards his helmet, where three white lines scattered acutely across it.
Evan only knew the spartan III was there because Philip wanted him to know. They were... friends? Well, they ate together and Evan always trusted the other to have his back.
Philip, like in all of their conversations, started speaking first. "So... do you think the captain is right about the planet below?" Trapper slowed his pace, Philip continues. "He's getting good at this, at least from what he was before..."
Evan snorted, "hm, how dare you Spartan-A137, so insulting... didn't know you had it in ya." The Wraith slapped his shoulder, "well shame me for trying to make conversation, won't you."
He could hear the humor in Philip's voice, so he knew he didn't actually upset the other spartan. Though the Wraith used his long legs to his advantage and was the one who pressed the button.
Evan never rushed towards anything, besides, nobody ever got what they wanted on this death trap.
Philip sighed when the doors opened to reveal the ODST bunks, standing there was William "Bill" Overbeck, a older man, even older than Evan.
Overbeck sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath that he needed a smoke and then he closed the door for them.
They glaced at each other and Philip made a sound of amusement, Evan hung his head, he hoped his disappointment came across.
when they reopened the sliding doors, it showed the elevator. Wringing whoever made this busted ship neck's...
He couldn't help but wonder which Ai they'll be given or if his role as squad leader means he'll be the only one, hm, the feeling of being the best choice made him feel giddy.
Philip passed the buttom for the science deck, Evan was distracted, he tended to get... weirdly happy when he was seen as better than the others.
Philip nudged him when the doors opened, Trapper shook his head to clean his mind before stepping off.