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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/4/2017 12:23:29 AM
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"Ah, and might you be Scorch or Peace Keeper?" Cylus asks the hunter as he extends a hand
"I've met Hunters before, an exo in particular named Mark-44. You guys are an interesting people." he comments
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"Scorch." The Hunter said, shaking Cylus hand as a [url=https://imgur.com/q9VC5Q6]Geth trooper [/url] joined the small group "That's Peacekeeper." Noble said, as the robot walked over and scanned Cylus "Pilot Cylus, Ninth fleet under commander of Lieutenant Colonel Marker. Currently leading- no squadron located. Currently heading- Potential negotiations taskforce. It is what you call... A pleasure." The geth nodded it's head and boarded the shuttle
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Cylus lets out a loose chuckle. "This fellow seems to know a bit more about me than I do. Pleasure, PeaceKeeper." he nods.
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Peacekeeper took a seat in the pilots chair as Noble, Ghost and Scorch sat down in the passenger chairs. Four seats were left open as Cylus' squadron of five arrived at the shuttle
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"What are we going to do here?" Cylus asks. "This thing got a trunk?" he sounded sarcastic, but it was almost a serious question.
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"The rupture in the hull of the ship is too small for the whole Invictus to fit into it, and even the cargo bay only houses mostly crates. It's one of the smaller ones. So, we need to take the shuttle to get in."
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"Ah I see, but the seating might be an issue" Cylus nods to his team, looking at the four remaining chairs.
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"Two of you can stand." Scorch said, getting slightly annoyed
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"Ah okay." Cylus motions for the squadron to follow, and he takes a position behind the seats. "You guys go ahead and sit, I'll wait back here."
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The Riflemen took the remaining seats while Pilot Cooper stood besides Cylus The ship detached, falling through the floor of the Invictus which had opened up. The shuttle cruised into the UNSC Capital Ship and slowly came to a landing "Alright! Blast doors are over there!" Ghost said, pointing out the windows towards a set of doors
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Cylus nudges Pilot Cooper. "You guys ready for this?" he asks. "For me, this is my first time in space outside of the ship..." he comments
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"Ready as we'll ever be I guess." Cooper said, obviously a bit nervously. "Doors opening in 3, 2, 1." The shuttle doors opened, and Pilot Haran fired his grappling Hook into the wall besides the doorway, pulling himself towards it. The Riflemen rose to their feet, awaiting Cylus' move
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Cylus nodded. Shooting a grapple out of the door, he pulled himself to whatever it attached to, effectively bringing him outside of the ship. "Amazing." he said as the sensation of zero gravity overcame him. He turned and looked out of the gaping hole, stating out into the infinite beyond. He held his position outside, waiting for the rest to follow.
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The Riflemen stepped out of the shuttle, walking towards the door Ghost blasted his way over with his Jetpack, latching onto the wall besides Haran. Noble easily jogged over, having his magnetic boots and all Peacekeeper and Scorch took their time besides the Riflemen, and after a few minutes the group was gathered. "Peacekeeper, get the door. Noble, take point." Ghost commanded, as Peacekeeper began hacking away at the door "Be ready, there's going to be a rush of -" Ghost was cut off as the blast doors opened and sent 50MPH worth of air into the cargo bay and out the hole. One of the Riflemen lost his footing and was blown away, crashing into the hull and actually getting stabbed through the chest with a piece of metal that was protruding from it. "MCGRAW!" Haran shouted, looking away and getting into the hallway
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Cylus cursed audibly and held fast to his grapples, pulling against the strength of the wind. He looked back at the body and let out a solemn sigh, looking down and giving his condolences under his breath.
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The air came to a halt, allowing the group to enter the hallway and close the blast doors. Air re-entered the hallway quickly, and the only way to look at the cargo bay was through a small window slit. The Militia squad mumbled their prayers, but we're cut off as[url=https://imgur.com/FIDmLKI] two dozen Marines[/url] flooded into the hallway, their weapons raised "WAIT!" Spartan-B312 identifying!" Noble yelled out, raising his hands. The Marines slowly put their weapons down, and one of them stepped forward. "Follow Me." He turned and walked down the hallway, with the Invictus crew quickly following The Militia troops however, were obviously disheartened by the death of their friend...
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Cylus motioned for them to follow, but walked slowly behind with the bunch. "I know that the loss of one of your own hurts, but we have to keep our eyes peeled. We still don't know exactly what's going on here, so stay wary. When we go back, we can gather his body and bring it back home." Cylus says. "It's the least we can do."
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"Yeah... Come on guys." Pilot Haran rose to his feet, along with the other Riflemen and quickly went after the Invictus crew
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Cylus leads the group and moves to catch up with Ghost. "So what's going on here?" he asks
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"I have no clue. I think they're taking us to the bridge to meet the captain. Noble Six and all."
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"Well I'm glad they didn't shoot us. Guess we'll.just have to wait and see." Cylus responds
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"Yeah." After a few minutes, the small group entered the bridge of the ship. Various consoles and technicians were working around the room, however a man stood in the middle of it all, overlooking space through a glass window in the bridge
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"Never thought I would be aboard something from [i]Halo.[/i]" Cylus says to Ghost. As they enter the room, Cylus looks around at the bustling activity in awe. He nudges the Mandalorian. "Who's that guy?" he asks, referring to the man who seems to stand in charge.
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https://imgur.com/1WjpGfj "Captain Robert Simmons of capital class ship, UNSC Armageddon." The man said, turning around to face the small group "Spartan-B312 you're supposed to be dead. Glad to see you're alive, soldier." "I Aim to please, Captain." Noble said, entering a stiffer posture in respect to the captain "And who are your friends?" "My crew, sir. And the Frontier Militia." "Your crew." "Mercenaries sir." "Mercenaries.... Are you serious?" "Yes sir." "Well shit... Guess pride really does come before the fall." "Sir.. If I may -" "No you may not. You are stripped of your rank in the UNSC, with no chances of returning. Now. Moving onto more pressing matters. The Frontier Militia. Who the hell are you?"
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Edited by BondyMilk: 7/6/2017 11:18:00 PMCylus looks up upon noticing the awaited response from him. "Captain Simmons, The Frontier Militia is exactly what it says it is. I for one am not nearly the oldest member, however I [i]am[/i] a pilot. For years the Militia turned basic farmers and well, [i]Fronteirs[/i]' men and trained them to be soldiers in the war against our enemy, The IMC. The Frontier Militia is from a universe you'd call Titanfall, as you are from the universe we'd call Halo. I came from a separate universe and happened to find my way here." He nods over to his group with a small gesture. "This is my squadron, feel free to ask them any questions while your at it. This is Pilot Haran and his team."
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"Frontier Militia. IMC. Hm..." The Captain looked down, and then back up "Do you know we can get back?" "Yeah. But it'll cost ya." Scorch suddenly piped up, looking at the captain "What?" "You're gonna need to help us in our war." Pilot Haran stated, stepping forward "An alliance? I suppose that would be beneficial for both of us. New technology against the Covenant, and we are able to return home..."
