Tranquility

Welcome back

i'm leaving the site. im not gonna be back on for... a while... anyway, i hope you all have fun

we may end up as an extinct specirs due to atomic war before then

Fishy, nice idea. That's like the "'Eagle's Talon" RP.

then they mass produce

"ok, ill stick with the machine." she said. she went from roof to roof for the next few buildings following it. she was curious as to who was driving the gun-mech, but knew that wasnt important right now. she continued following it.

"so we have a prototype mech that looks like it could dominate a scarab? nice, i think ill continue cleaning the street unless you want me to provide sniper support" she said, wondering what the captain thought was best

"thanks for the advice" she said. she started heading toward the main base, while looking for covies. she took out a small squad of elite minors and continued. she jetpacked up to the roof of a smaller building. she took a few jackals and grunts down with ease. she got about halfway, seeing the same vehicle she had seen before, a giant mantis-like mech. she noticed a few people around it seeming to guard it, or use it as cover. "jacob, you mentioned a mantis, but is there a giant mech?" she asked

Alison took a look around in there and found the jetpacks. she took one and kept looking, finding special AM rounds and a few grenades. she walked over to jacob and asked "wheres the main base from here? ill start working my way tgere and killing any covies in my way"

Alison boarded the pelican, it was headed towards the ammo depo. she rode for a few minutes, and finally joined jacob and a few other soldiers at the ammo depo. "anything good left?" she asked sarcastically.

"thanks for the ride already" she said, grateful to not have to walk all the way there, "my speacilty is long range so i can help defend after we're done clearing the streets if needed" she added

Alison woke up in her drop-pod that ended up ontop of a building, it was a rough landing but slow enough the roof held together. she got out of her pod and took a look around with her sniper. she saw a lot of carnage, and what looked like a giant mantis. she got on the coms: "anyone need some assistance?" she asked.

Name- Alison Brooks Rank corpral Service Tag- 376 ODST Appearance she's five foot nine inches tall, a short ODSt, has blonde hair and a couple of facial scars, blue eyes Armour- standard ODST except for recon helmet and a custom pure black paint job, even covering her old squads emblem Weapons sniper from halo 4 and DMR from halo 4 Specialty Sniping History/backstory growing up on a farm on reach she was taught how to shoot younger than most, she argued with her father about wanting to join the UNSC until she finally just left and joined a militia before the battle of reach, she trained in hand to hand but excelled in long and medium range fighting, she survived long enough during the invasion of reach to be evacuated and eventually became an ODST, her squad was killed in one of their missions trying to help evac civilians, she barely survived, she was on a later arriving ship to the sight of the new mombassa invasion

Alison looked at the annoying recruit that was making a big show out of siting down. she almost wanted to punch him, but decided getting in trouble wasnt worth it. she finished eating after a couple of minutes and walked away.

she nodded slightly, wondering what the two conversationalists were going to think.

(sorry i haven't posted in a while, and nice post dryskim, i hope it helps them. didn't come off too mean.) Alison saw three other recruits at a more empty table. she walked over and sat next to them quietly and just began eating. she noticed two were semi-into a conversation while one seemed to be siting there awkwardly/

Alison went over to D.J. and decided to talk to the guy. She knew he would have to know that, since he was here before. "Hey... D.J. Right? Can you show me around the place a little?" She thought: why am I asking the guy that sounds like he was named by a gang?

Alison jogged over and stood at attention. She took a look at the other recruits. She saw a tall one, a few that looked scared, and a couple that looked like they didn't care. She couldn't wait to see what the sarge had in mind for the next task.

Alison, having almost competed the six miles, thought that it was weird that a guy from the same pelican wasn't running. She continued running until she finally finished the six mile circuit. She sat down next to some of the others that had finnished running. She was thinking about why they were using such an old complex, but realized its probably because of budget.

Alison, having sat in the pelican for hours, was happy to get to do something other than sit there. She began running like instructed, pacing herself for the long run. She was about half way through the run when she finally had to stop for a minute.

Name: Alison Brooks Age: 19 Physical Appearance: she's 6' tall, has blonde hair, and a scar from a child hood accident Rank: Recruit Uniform: Olive Drab Battle Dress Uniform Birthplace: Reach Personality: she has anger because of her fathers resentment of her. She is very sarcastic to many people Background: she grew up on a farm. She was taught how to handle firearms from a young age, mostly for self defense against hostile animals. She got into fights at school sometimes, and she liked it. Her father always resented her and her love of violence. She enlisted mainly to prove her father wrong about her violence being useless in the world. Skills: she has good aim, and isn't bad at hand to hand.

[so is it too late to try to join?]