Just another dreary day here on this colony. The weather was cloudy with a high chance of heavy rainfall and the people being not exactly welcoming to outsiders. Well, mostly outsiders who're affiliated with the UNSC.

ODST Captain Ken Schueller was walking around planetside in more casual clothing as he had received an earlier text from his leatherneck niece, Corporal Nel Schueller. Basically, she and her coworkers along with his own helljumpers were inviting him for a drink with the enlisted men and women to just relax. Seeing as he needed a break from looking at the big picture and from all the Insurrectionist nonsense, he decided to go.

However, that was easier said than done because Nel forgot to text Ken about the directions and the name of the booze house. For almost an hour, he went from bar to bar, tavern to tavern, pub to pub, and teahouse to teahouse while slowly being drenched in the burgeoning rain. Much of when he asked around was met with some degree of helpfulness, hints of disapproval / disdain towards him, or in rare cases, barely disguised hostility.

Eventually, Ken found the place, a pub called Hathaway's. He entered the pub through it large heavy doors and found that the drinking had only just begun. He spotted Nel waving him over with a tinge of embarrasment evident on her face, he walked over to talk.

In the landing bay of The Khalkhin Gol, a SoS Phantom opens it's grav lift and let's down a few Spec Ops Sangheili, along with two Honor Guards led by one, Inok 'Atramee. Inok walks up to the nearest Marine.

"Take me to the most competent commander you have here."

With that, a Marine and the squad of Sangheili head towards the bridge.

UNSC Khalkhin Gol, [REDACTED] High Orbit, [REDACTED] System

May [REDACTED], 2557

1335, (One Hour after Initial UNSC Deployment)

It had been nearly a hour since the bulk of the UNSC's ground forces made planet fall on yet another colony trying to claim its independence out on the frontier. It felt like a eternity to Petty Officer First Class Miguel Ramirez as he was lost in his own hell hole that was called his brain. Ramirez had grown to hate the down time in between deployments as it left him unfocused, which led to him thinking about the past he so desperately tried to keep buried. Major Ania Igorevich and the Chief knew this yet they chose to leave him behind. Ordering him to come down aboard the Pelicans carrying the company's supplies to the surface. Now he sat on a crate that was waiting to be loaded with the rest of his company who, like himself, had been left behind.

Bastards, Ramirez thought to himself as he tried to focus his attention on something else, that's when he noticed the Battle Rifle laying in his lap and a half filled magazine in one hand with half a dozen rounds in the other. Had he been repacking his magazines? Shaking his helmeted head, Ramirez continued the task, popping in cartridge after cartridge.

Colonel Hanzo had called Captain Schueller and Major Igorevich. He needed the ODSTs to be brought up to speed. With the recent failure in the operation to sweep and clear the sector. He needed to go over the ODST's training and usage. He was smoking a cigar waiting for them.

Ditch helps Greene pack his stuff up to head to the UNSC ship and has one of his men fuel up the Warthog. Ditch and Jericho both have some doubt in the faces but it was a genius plan at at that. One of the guys loading up the Hog has a few sets of untouched ODST armor to help Greene's team blend in.

"Well, boys.. As much as I have doubt, I hope for nothing but the best.. The moment you get out the base, communications will weaken and eventually be cut off as discussed.."

Atoro 'Caval had waited some time for Kevin to be available, but it turns out he was connecting with people and watching a movie.

Oh well, as a Spartan, he probably deserves every moment of leisure he can get. Cannot blame him. I guess I shall have to rendezvous later, on the planet.

The Sangheili's stomach, however, tells him that he needs to make a detour. Must fuel up for operation. He makes his way to the cafeteria, hoping that he'll be able to find something to eat. The myriad cuisines of humanity roll through his head... perhaps they have Mariner Valley barbecue options? That would be nice to try out.

Kevin wasn't going to be bringing his rifle, but he couldn't help but clean it.

It was already pristine, without a single speck of dirt anywhere on the casing. The weapon resembled an oversized, overbulked sniper rifle, about as long as an average person tall and rife with electromagnetic interference and high voltage warning stickers. He stripped the weapon down, exposing the mechanism to wipe the strange copper rings inside clean. There was merely a thin sheet of dust. The unarmored, plainclothes Spartan clearly didn't care.

Anyone looking on could tell he had used this rifle. The scratched up, faded paint job and the knife-carved kill marks were a clear betrayal of field use.

He fiddled with the mysterious weapon on a bench among the armory's ordered clutter, checking electrical connections with a digital multimeter and opening an oddly complex maintenance kit that included a soldering iron, among other things, and got to work, his SPARTAN Branch T-shirt revealing a set of unit tattoos on his left arm— among them the 105th Shock Troops Battalion and the 31st Force Reconnaissance Company.

He hummed a song to himself, the words long forgotten. An aloof but welcoming air was about him, as if he was just waiting for someone to ask him what he was doing.

Name: Zachariah W. Boudreaux

Gender: Male

POB: Dallas, Earth, Sol.

Ethnicity: Patrilineal Cajun French/Creole, Matrilineal Ashkenazi

Date of Birth: July 4, 2530

Religious Affiliation: Reform Judaism //XO's Note: has filed a request to receive chaplain's certification after returning to service. Currently pending.

Height : 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Weight : 185 pounds (84 kg)

Eye Color : Blue

Hair Color : Red-Brown, graying, dyed Blonde

Identifying marks: Surgical scars on upper spine / shoulder blade region. Severe scar tissue at bottom of right ear.

Blood Type: AB Pos

Rank: Master Sergeant

Branch: UNSC Marine Corps, ODST.

Service Number: 90177-60575-ZB

##Psychological Evaluation Presiding: Dr. Hassan Sihrani

Master Sergeant Boudreaux's mental fortitude is unquestionable. Although I have spoken to very few veterans of the operations on the 'Halo' installations, let alone any who served on all three (to my knowledge only a small contingent of Marines and Navy personnel can claim to have even made it off of Installation 04), Zachariah is an outlier in that he seems to exhibit none of the hallmarks of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, in spite of the frankly harrowing combat service he's had. When I inquired as to how he believes he has been able to handle such severe mental strain, he replied that he'd simply never thought about it. While this is not the first time I've heard of such an unconscious coping mechanism, Zachariah is... a more interesting case.

Zachariah rarely talks about his life outside of UNSC service, and often refuses to do so if prodded. If he does share details outside his life of service, they are extremely limited, and often only involve his charity work. He has openly, and rather bluntly admitted in the past that, when he was convinced I was a civilian contractor, that I 'don't understand' and 'wouldn't get it'. Even after sharing my experiences with Zachariah, he remains cagey, leading me to believe that either he only places that level of trust in his fellow ODSTs, or that he simply uses this as one of a lattice thread of reasons as to why he does not share this information.

A bit of investigation into Zachariah's civilian life yields some concerning results in regards to the Master Sergeant's mental state, from a physician's perspective. Zachariah, even pre-service, seemed obsessed with the ideal of becoming a soldier, and notably, after returning from active duty, seems unable to fully leave the UNSC behind. A short-lived marriage and messy separation buried deep in legal paperwork comes to light shortly before his re-enlistment, as does a frayed relationship with his father, who passed away a few weeks before the filing of this report. Zachariah is reluctant to speak on the first topic, but has confided in me that his father felt that the military had 'taken his son' and changed him into someone else, which Zachariah had taken offense to. I asked him if he felt his father might have been correct, and Zachariah asked that we move on to a different topic of conversation.

Extended conversation with Zachariah had led me to conclude that he suffers from some form of Cluster A Personality Disorder, but this, too, has raised more questions than it answers. While Zachariah struggles to empathize with others and form emotional connections, he has expressed to me on multiple occasions in our interviews that he desires these connections, but feels that civilians and non-Marine service members 'can't get' his lived experiences like his former comrades-in-arms. Combining this with the high casualty rates of the units he's been assigned to has left Zachariah with a miniscule social circle, and finding secondhand sources of information on him was a struggle- I was unable to come up with more than three servicemen who could recall a distinct service history with Zachariah. Zachariah has also displayed some paranoid behaviors, such as reacting with hostility to me addressing him by his first name, insisting that I address him as 'Sergeant Boudreaux', and often asked me what I was recording of his conversations, or what I was placing on his file. However, since leaving my care, Zachariah has, unusually for my patients, asked to keep in contact with me, and has updated me (albeit to a limited extent) to goings-on in his life. I believe this to be a sign of progress in dealing with his mental roadblocks, a small step in the right direction[...]

[...] I have no professional or ethical qualms with qualifying Zachariah for active duty, but I believe that, if for a short time, the Chief Medical Officer on the Khalkin Gol may want to keep a loose eye on him and ensure that his reintegration into service is going smoothly.

Dr. Hassan Sihrani

##Requisitions Registry Quartermaster General

1x ODST BDU

1x ODST BDU, UA/Bullfrog Pattern, White Accents

1x ODST Combat Helmet, UA/HUL Bullfrog Pattern, White Accents

1x MA5D Series Infantry Assault Rifle

1x M7 Series Infantry Personal Defense Weapon

1x Series 9 Single Operator Lift Apparatus

Other Mission-Critical Materiel to be Issued On Operational Basis

##Service History

Battle of Kholo

Battle of Alluvion: Suffered multiple herniated discs and severe latissimus dorsi strain. Was placed on temporary medical leave.

Battle of Skopje: First engagement with ODSTs

Battle of Paris IV

Battle of Fumirole

Battle of Reach: Reassigned to UNSC Pillar of Autumn

Installation 04 Engagement

Battle of Earth: Participated in Battle of New Mombasa, later reassigned to UNSC In Amber Clad. Suffered a second latissimus dorsi strain, circumstances did not allow medical leave.

Battle of Installation 05

Battle of Installation 00 "The Ark": Suffered multiple herniated discs and a lower lumbar fracture. Immediately handed medical discharge.

Khalkin Gol Task Force: current reassignment.

##Personnel Interview

ERROR: File Pending Update

##Miscellaneous Files

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Over the intercoms blared. "Spartan. Please report to Colonel Hanzo. Please report to the Colonel at his office at once."

Back in the hidden cave base of the URF, lays the underground main area of operations. A big screen shows satellite images of the planet. One image however, didn't seem right. Jericho pops up in front of the screen to see a UNSC ship come into orbit.

"Uhhhhh... SCOTT!!!! We have a problem!"

Ditch comes running up next to Jericho.

"Shit, they're here! How'd they find the planet! I thought we blocked all transmissions in and out of the planet. Let's just hope they're lost and won't stay here too long. Besides I'm confident our forces will drive them out of here anyways. If they present a significant threat, we will exercise our precautionary measures. But until then, let the ground patrols deal with them.."

Jericho nods.

"I'll make sure the main entrance is blocked, Commander."

Ditch nods then leaves, and Jericho stares at the screen a bit longer.

This is Colonel Hanzo Speaking to Task force Long Sword We have arrived to the planet of Itthon. Everyone will prepare for planet fall. All Officers and Spartans please head to the Command Center. When everyone who was called for arrived he began the briefing.

"Alright lets begin the briefing. This is the planet of Itthon. It has a population of around 10 million people. Most of them are refugees who fled the war and landed here after the UNSC pulled out. It is divided in half of those who fled from the Covenant's warpath and the Convenient troops who deserted. This means that the majority species on the planet is human. And many of them want a stable government, so it seems likely that we will be able to establish control on the planet."

At this point and time the geographic information of the planet appeared behind him. "As you can see the planet is made up a single continent suitable for life. That the mountainous regions creates valleys and river systems separated from each other. Which indicates that the people have strong regional bonds but there doesn't seem to be any real sense of unity among the population. Which is both a blessing and a curse. This means that on one hand the people of the planet will not be able to form an united front. At least not for a while and that we will have allies on the planet. However it also means that there will be hot spots of URF activity on the planet. That will be our job on the planet. To pasficy the URF and to make this planet into a productive planet and rebuild the planet. Any questions?"

Name: Jer[REDACTED]

//:Dossier Transmission Hacked:\

"If you wish to know about me, why don't you come find me? I'll be here, waiting, plotting a way of ending your precious ONI's existence. Especially with their lies that all of the UNSC and it's people are brainwashed to believing. The say the ONI is excellence? Nuh, uh! Jericho Is Excellence! And soon, with a little help from our closest friends, we will expose the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about ONI and they will never, EVER be looked at the same again! CUT THIS USELESS TRANSMISSION!"

//:Transmission Ended:\

Name : Ken Geoffrey Schueller

Gender : Male

POB (Place of Birth) : New Paris, Mars

Note : Accent is predominantly similar to a North American accent, more specifically Midwestern, with few other accents thrown about.

Ethinicity : Eurasian; English, Scottish, Chinese, Vietnamese, Slav, Korean, and Japanese ancestry.

Note : English, Scottish, Chinese, and Vietnamese on father's side of the family.

• Mother's side of the family shows Slav, Korean, and Japanese ancestry.

• Isn't German despite the surname; family records state that the name Schueller was legally changed by maternal great great grandfather from the original surname, Popov.

Date of Birth : August 24, 2510

Zodiac : Virgo and Dog

Immediate Family : Includes;

• Mother is UNSC Navy Warrant Officer (retired) Magda Tsukiko Schuller (DOB is July 21, 2485).

• Father is UNSC Army Engineer Staff Sergeant (retired) Elias Duck Schuller née Nguyen-Davis (DOB is Feb 06, 2479).

• Was born alongside his twin brother, Obadiah Sol Schueller (nicknamed "Obi"). The twins joined the Marine Corps at a relatively young age and later were part of the ODSTs.

• His twin brother (Obadiah) has a pair of twins, a son and a daughter, out of wedlock with an unknown mother. The son's name is Karl Douglas Schueller and the daughter's name is Nel Valerie Schueller (DOB of both is October 13, 2534).

• His older brother's name is Alan Clark Schueller (DOB is June 17, 2507) and he works as a computer engineer. He is married to Priscilla Ingrid Schueller née Foster (DOB is March 11, 2513) who works as a linguistics professor. Their daughter's name is Jennifer Orleans Schueller (DOB is September 30, 2529).

• His younger sister's name is Chris Harriet Schueller (DOB is December 05, 2525) and she works in the family restaurant alongside Karl Douglas Schueller. Both have turned the family restaurant into a franchise.

Height : 6'2"

Weight : 204 lbs.

Eye Color : Brown

Hair Color : Dark Brown

Medical History : Congenital Insensitivity; cannot feel physical pain in the conventional sense, more accurate to say that he interprets pain differently.

Note : Screws and plates have been known to be emplaced along the bones of his left arm and skull early in his career. After years of combat and other physical stresses, the bones, ligaments / tendons, and cartillage in his body (especially those in his feet, legs, spine, hips, and kneecaps) had been reinforced or permanently replaced accordingly.

Scars : Small cut across his eyebrow, bullet wound on the back, spiker wounds to the right arm, shrapnel wounds along the legs, stab wounds to left arm and stomach, a few burn scars along torso and limbs.

Note : On his left bicep was a tattoo consisting of a stylized flaming skull with a ribbon underneath with a faint drop pod behind it; on the skull's forehead was the kanji symbol for Resolute (惈). The tattoo is partially obscured by the burn scars that line the arm.

Blood Type : O-Positive

Personality : Although his behavior has become rather jaded and cynical due to his experiences, he does retain his compassion, understanding, and helpful nature but with more restraint. He remains a determined sort of hard worker that can be stubborn to a fault but rarely shows enthusiasm and would stop if the situation proves to be troublesome. Can sometimes come across as either overly serious, relaxed, sleepy, or withdrawn. Had displayed curious and occasionally investigative personality traits throughout his career but it had been tempered with time.

Rank : Captain

Branch : UNSC Marine Corps (ODST), "Damned" 33rd Shock Troops Battalion, A Company.

Service Number : 16037-39023-KS

Hobbies : Gaming, Reading

Note : Considers cooking and training to be essential parts of life.

[Correspondence between Ken Schueller and Ellen Guzzo (formerly of the 33rd Battalion)]

• KS : Nel's doing fine in the Corps, all things considered.

• EG : Don't dwell on it too much. 'Sides, keep your chin up.

• KS : Yeah, yeah... How's Yo doing?

• EG : Henry? He's-

• KS : Oh sweet buttery Jesus. Did he-?

• EG : What?! No, he's recovering from some surgery. You gotta-

• KS : Yeah, I know...

[Sighing can be heard in the background]

• EG : Just visit next time, 'kay? And I gotta know, how's being captain doing for you?

• KS : Lot more paper work, bit more stress and hate.

[An amused chuckle was evident in Ellen Guzzo's voice]

• EG : I can imagine that. Still, it's a nice consolation prize for becoming 40% titanium after so much time in the shit.

[A disgruntled noise is made in the background before Ken Schueller's voice is heard, carrying a fond tone]

• KS : That's the life for ya. Full of sacrifice and arse riding.

• EG : Eyup~!

[End Recording]

Name : Nel Valerie Schueller

Gender : Female

POB (Place of Birth) : New Manassas, Reach

Note : Was raised on Mars with the Schueller family. Accent is predominantly similar to a North American accent, more specifically Midwestern, with few other accents thrown about.

Ethnicity : Father's side is Eurasian; English, Scottish, Chinese, Vietnamese, Slav, Korean, and Japanese ancestry. Mother's side is European; predominantly Hungarian and French.

Note : Isn't German despite the surname; family records state that the name Schueller was legally changed by paternal great great great grandfather from the original surname, Popov.

Date of Birth : October 13, 2534

Zodiac : Libra and Dog

Immediate Family : Includes;

• While the mother is unknown, her Father is UNSC Marine Corps - ODST Obadiah Sol Schueller (DOB is August 24, 2510).

• Uncle is UNSC Marine Corps - ODST Ken Schueller (DOB is August 24, 2510).

• Was born alongside her twin brother, Karl Douglas Schueller (October 13, 2534). Karl is currently working at the family restaurant alongside aunt Chris Harriet Schueller (DOB is December 05, 2525). Both have turned the family restaurant into a franchise.

• Uncle's name is Alan Clark Schueller (DOB is June 17, 2507) and he works as a computer engineer. He is married to Priscilla Ingrid Schueller née Foster (DOB is March 11, 2513) who works as a linguistics professor. Their daughter's name is Jennifer Orleans Schueller (DOB is September 30, 2529) who is currently working as an aerospace engineer.

Height : 5'11 (71 inches or 180.34 cm)

Weight : 140 pounds (63.5 kg)

Eye Color : Blue

Hair Color : Dark Brown

Scars : Cut across the bridge of her nose, burns on her right arm, burns on right leg, and a laceration scar on her left leg. Left eye has been replaced with an occular implant.

Blood Type : O-Negative

Personality : Somewhat shy but willing to interact with others. A determined sort of hard worker but can be somewhat restless. Has an inquisitive streak and an affectionate side. Far more willing to give the benefit of the doubt and can be seen as an optimist, but may be tempered with time.

Rank : Corporal

Branch : UNSC Marine Corps

Service Number : 20948-10432-NS

Hobbies : Cooking, Creative Writing

#Bio

Nel Valerie Schueller could be seen as an unsure sort of person at first glance; which isn't helped by personality traits such as her shyness. She isn't as “driven to certain extremes in order to achieve great things” as her Uncle Ken (and her father to a lesser extent), or as “naturally” gifted as her twin brother Karl and her father in some areas. In her own words, she still has what it takes to at least keep up.

Nel Schueller had reportedly received personal training from her family at age 14. The training was meant to help her defend herself and to ease her anxiety regarding the Human-Covenant War. While it additionally aided her in preparing for the Marine Corps, it also was meant to have her reconsider actually enlisting. Had eventually enlisted with the UNSC Marine Corps while having permission at age 16.

Fought during the Battle of Earth at age 18 with distinction. Worked with Marine and Army reconnaissance units in providing valuable data along with aiding in the evacuation of the civilians. She assisted during the later phases of the invasion by participating in hit and run missions as well as coordinated assaults, ambushes, and sabotage. Sustained burn injuries along her right arm and her right leg. Took part in Earth and Mars reconstruction efforts afterwards.

Volunteered for a small number of mop-up operations, one of which involved the recapture of a colony occupied by hostile Covenant remnant. Said operation led to injuries to the left leg and losing the left eye to an IED while patrolling with her squad on an M12 LRV. Received a replacement occular implant afterwards along with a Purple Heart.

Had later volunteered to be part of reconstruction and peacekeeping efforts. Performance during said efforts were proficient and had shown examplery behavior towards former enemy aliens. Had actually moved to stop her squad's Sergeant from inciting an incident which would have resulted in substantial casualties. Received a cut to the face before MPs moved in to arrest the Sergeant.

Was soon chosen to be part of the UNSC-SOS task force.

Name: Scott Ditch

Age: 27

Faction: [Redacted]

Status: Still At Large! Arrest or Eliminate On Sight!

Scott Ditch is the Commanding Officer of The [Redacted] Force. He's wanted for numerous crimes including assassinations, hacking, infiltration of UNSC bases, kidnappings, etc. Scott is a very stealthy man. This man has even stolen a suit of ODST armor and "modified" it. It has red and black paint with shotgun shells along a belt that goes across his chest plate. Ditch also uses a modified shotgun which is a standard UNSC weapon to those certified to use it. This is information we've received from former insurrectionists that have reverted back to the UNSC. He is one of three Ditch brothers that never joined the UNSC and rebelled against them. Ditch is a dangerous man that will not stop at anything. HE MUST BE STOPPED!!

Security Level: Standard.

Name: Hanzo, Ashitaka

Age: 68

Birthworld: Madrigal

Rank: Colonel

Branch of service: Orbital Drop Shock Troopers (ODSTs)

Medals: Bronze Star of Valor, Silver Star, and the Terran Star.

Notable Engagements: Battle of Harvest, The Battle of Paris IV, Battle of Reach and Battle of Earth.

Service Record:

Colonel Hanzo has served since the beginning of the Human-Covenant war. He had served with distinction and honorably. As an enlisted men he was a fierce fighter. He was promoted into an NCO role by the end of the Harvest Campaign due to being one of 5 who was left from the Platoon that was there from the beginning.

It was here that he truly fit in his role. He became an excellent leader. His unique style of leadership drove his men to great heights and feats. However that isn't to say that he was a flawless leader, his men tended to suffer higher casualties. This can be explained just due to the fact that as ODSTs combined with the fact that they were in the thickest of the fighting meant that high casualty rates are to be expected.

His time as an officer is essentially a listing of victories. The only note of concern is that he has ok nly commanded ODST units. He has little experience with commanding combined arms units. However due to the manpower and financial situation he is the only man available for the job.

Bio: He was born on Madrigal. He joined the UNSC Marine Corp at the age of 18. There is little known about his early life due to the amount of lost records during the Battle of Madrigal. There are rumors that he has connections to the URF and this has brought many to question his loyalities.

UNSC PERSONNEL FILE --THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN INPUT BY THE PERSON IN QUESTION AND HAS BEEN MARKED FOR REVIEW--

Name: Kevin Alexander Kuo-Ochoa

Service Number: 204897-118011-KO

Nicknames/Aliases/Callsigns: Outlaw, Ocho, Duster, Eagle Eye, Jolly Green

Rank: Spartan //CO's Note: I still can't get over the whole 'no ranks' shit. What? That's wack.

Place of Birth: Vallis Marineris, Mars, Sol //CO's Note: And he still won't fucking shut up about it

Age: 48

Date of Birth: July 11, 2509

Religious Affiliation: Roman Catholic

Education: BS, Biology and Oceanography, University of New Phoenix; currently pursuing a MS in Maritime Biospheric Engineering through University of New Phoenix Online

Service Branch: UNSC Spartan Operations //CO's Note: It took some persuading to get him to not punch in 'Marine'.

Appearance: 6'7" unarmored, 7'0" armored. Brown hair, brown eyes, short beard. Chinese-Hispanic Texan.

Family: Sara Kuo-Ochoa, wife [occupation: neurosurgeon] (46); Isabel Kuo-Ochoa, daughter [occupation: Marine] (19); Joseph Kuo-Ochoa Jr., son [occupation: child] (8); Joseph Kuo-Ochoa, brother [occupation: gunsmith] {WANTED} (56)

--THE FOLLOWING IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION AND BIOGRAPHY NOT AUTHORED BY THE SUBJECT--

Psych Profile: Kevin suffers from mild Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) due to an extreme amount of traumatic experiences in the line of duty. As one of two survivors of his ODST squad in the Fall of Reach, Kevin was forced into extreme despair to survive and was briefly declared unfit for combat duty until he could see a therapist. Since then, his stint in the Spartan-IV program has seen him serve in a special forces advisor role, training local colonial militias and certain UNSC forces that had been cut off from the chain of command. These nurturing experiences have been healthy for him, giving him a stand-in for his children, who he has not had a chance to spend much of any significant time with since his son's birth in 2549 and his daughter's birth in 2538. Coping mechanisms include friendship, alcoholism, xenophobia, and barbecue.

Biography: Kevin comes from not one but two long lines of military families (though not always on the side of the UNSC), and he enlisted in the Marine Corps at seventeen. Born and raised in Mars' Mariner Valley, Kevin was a natural fit for the Marines and set records in his class for marksmanship. A talented sniper, he went on to join Marine Force Recon and briefly worked for ONI during Operation SEKHMET, and was later transferred to the UNSC garrison at the colony of Atlantis, where in 2536 he saw action against the Covenant. He would go on to become an ODST in 2538, and was transferred to the 105th Shock Troops Battalion, where he would serve out the remainder of the Human-Covenant War, participating in the Fall of Reach and the Battle of Earth. Afterwards, he was recommended for candidacy for the nascent Spartan-IV program, and has since been operating as a combat advisor to shore up UNSC forces.

Equipment: Kevin carries a M99A2S2 Stanchion Special Applications Scoped Rifle that was initially used and rendered inoperable by a plasma pistol discharge in Operation SEKHMET. He would modify it into a chassis for a customized SRS99 build, but upon recipt of a new capacitor bank during the Atlantis Campaign, he brought the weapon back to operational status. Kevin has since cannibalized parts from other, junked M99s to keep his running, and it is fitted with a variable 4-60x zoom optic. He also wears MJOLNIR GEN2 armor, like all Spartan-IVs. Here's his armor kit.

The Plot: It is the year 2557 and the war is over. The peace between the two factions is precarious at best. So a quick agreement has been made. A small task force made up of both Sanghelli forces and UNSC forces is to be sent to a world that was abandoned by the UNSC during the war and is now home to deserters on both sides. The job is clear. That the planet must be recaptured and will be jointly administered between as a symbol of peace between the two factions.

Factions: UNSC/SOS Taskforce.

You can be just about anyone as long you meet these standards.

1. They make sense for within the Lore

2. They aren't super special with no flaws. Make it somewhat realistic.

3. Two characters Max.

Setting: The planet is a standard world with a population of 10 million people. The only UNSC/SOS presence on the planet is an abandoned UNSC base that is being brought back up to the standards needed for the mission up ahead. Only a single ship the UNSC Khalkhin Gol with a brigade of men. The Brigade of men is an Adhoc formation of what ever the UNSC and the SOS were able to get together.

Since the old link is not working, here is the new invite code.

https://discord.gg/RxAE5Kt

Old News:

So yes, as many as you know (SIKE, NONE OF Y'ALL KNEW! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!), HaloRP is closed for the time being. With all the inactivity, this gives us, the "idiot mods", as what some calls us, the time to possibly create a new story for the next chapter or decide the fate of HaloRP itself. Thank you to those that have stuck around and supported us through everything and hope you continue to stay around. We love all ya and uhhhhh, as the famous last words, "SEE YA!" :)

Walking down a dirt path is a brown-cloaked Sangheili of almost 8 feet tall. Beneath the cloak lies a set of well-worn silver-colored armor, and he is carrying a large backpack in addition to other small packs attached to bandoliers draped over the armor. Holstered on his belt are a two plasma weapons; a pistol and a sword. He is headed in the direction of the nearest settlement, looking for employment.

The days passed on by rather quickly. The call was cold and clearly meant to break him down. So he the most of the situation and just sat there in mediation. This was how it went for days on end. They would try to break him and he wouldn't say anything. Repeat on end. Nothing seemed to work.

The base was quiet. A few weeks had passed since the last big thing happened. So everyone was starting to believe that things were going to die down. It was then that a car rammed into the gate. An explosion blew open a gate and a burst of gunfire killing a few of the guards at the gate. The alarms were deafening and most everyone was scrambling to get ready to fight back the attack.

To Greene however he just sat there and smiled. This was good just according to plan.

A week before the Grey Men were captured, Staff Sergeant Greene was looking for a Petty Officer Valkyrie. He needed her help in the upcoming plan. Just in case something went wrong. He looked around the base looking for her.

Hanzo was sitting down at the Mess Hall. His face wrapped in bandages. His left legs were stiff and his entire chest was battered and bruised from the mission. Still he was at the mess hall eating the poorly made pasta, it looked and tasted like paste, but to him it was better than the food he was getting at the hospital.

So he sat there eating his food. He had a lot on his plate and not just the food. He felt old, his body wasn't what it used to be and that he slipped up. That he messed up massively. He had almost died. Then there was the issue with Naomi and that can of worms.

Sergeant Greene was handcuffed to a metal chair. It was hours of integrations and medical treatments. He had known this was going to happen but he didn't say anything. Why would he? There was reason to talk. After all he had plans to get out of this situation.

Hanzo was sitting at the cafeteria. His entire body was bandaged and looked like he was on the brink of death. He was eating some of the cold hard food. It tasted terrible but he couldn't taste much after the beating he got back at the city. It was a clusterfuck. After all, he nearly died and the mission was almost a failure. Then there was his fucking past. Well no matter about that now. He was here to eat and talk to the others here.

The light blue light reflected off of her face as she stared down at the screen in front of her, charts of the system spinning around, telemetries and other data flashing by as she soaked it all in. She was trying to learn as much as she could about the system, taking in everything that she could find on it, from battlegroup sensor readings to probe data. She’d not been to this system before and was totally unfamiliar with it.

Her analytical mind wanted to know every little detail that she possibly could about the system, every detail, right down to what kind of rock littered the surface. Her tactical and trained mind looked for other things, things that weren’t even present in the readouts in front of her. No information was still information. There was always something out there, you just had to know where to look, and listen.

Raising a hand up, she rubbed at her tired eyes, fatigued by hours of looking at the screen. Pushing back from the terminal, she stood up, twisting slightly from side to side in a failure of a stretched. Turning around, she looked around the darkened bridge, bathed in the glow of the instruments around here. Looking out of the main viewport, she gazed at the planet floating in space in front of her, half of it glowing brightly in the sun. The two smaller moons orbiting in their own lazy circles. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned back, resting her rear against the chair, just staring as she lost herself in thought.

"Hell of a place to be." She mumbled quietly to no one in particular, unsure if anyone could hear her anyway.

The Prowler was running dark, hidden among the stars and the battlegroup that occupied the system, a ghost just listening to the space around it, a silent observer. She liked being hidden, liked the feeling of no one knowing she was there. She felt like some kind of spirit herself, able to slip in and out of places without anyone ever knowing she was there.

Even the blackness of space had eyes these days.

Jennifer had grown up with a life of privilege, the only daughter of a Unified Earth Government Senator, she’d had a childhood that everyone dreamed of. She’d been sent to only the best private school that money could buy, supplied with the best tutors that could be found, and wrapped in the softest of silk. A life of privilege that was taken from her at the onset of the Human-Covenant war.

Constant threats of Earth being taken from her, and a father who was never around drove her directly into the open arms of the UNSC Academy at Mare Nubium, where she quickly grew fond of her studies and specialized in Mathematics, and minoring in Biology, her dream to one day design new and glorious technology to aid the Humans in the war. Things didn’t quite go as she planned. Graduating with high marks, she was recruited directly out of the Academy to serve in the Prowler Corps.

Her work in the Prowler Corps specialized around the location and destruction of any existing human navigation data that could lead to Earth or other human colonies. Following this, she worked closely with other units in ONI in the location and destruction of modified Covenant weapons being used by colonists against the UNSC.

At the end of the anti-colonist operations, due to her linguistics expertise and operations experience, she was transferred to Section III as part of the security forces at PAPA-047. A posting she thought would bring her a life of leisure and ease. She couldn’t have been more wrong, it quickly led to a life of boredom and stagnation. A lot more sitting around than she was previously use to. She wanted to get back out there, back into the fight and feel like she was actually doing something instead of just babysitting, which is what Section III felt like to her.

Looking for any way out of it she could, she started posting for transfers back to the Corps. Hoping she could get back out there into the black, and into the fight.

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#SETTING

It is June 12th, 2554, and the UNSC Guilford, along with the UNSC and UNSC are entering the Solarious System. The UNSC ships had just received their new crew and staff, and were heading to the planet Janus to eradicate a local URF branch, the Janus Independence Group. Janus has two moons orbiting it. One of the moons, Orcus, held a rather well kept secret, a Covenant Supercarrier, The Honor and Spirit. The Honor and Spirit had crashed on the moon during the Human-Covenant War. However, that Supercarrier had recently been discovered by both the Swords of Sanghelios and the Keepers of the One Freedom. Both opposing groups had sent their own ships to the moon to investigate and scour the crashed Supercarrier for anything that may benefit their side of the war.

#FACTIONS

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United Nations Space Command

The galactic military of the Unified Earth Government, the Representative Democratic government for the majority of the human race.

• Human

Swords of Sanghelios

Formed from the Covenant Remnants, the Swords of Sanghelios is a political group of Sangheili, as well as several other species formerly in the covenant who have made peace with humanity.

• Sangheili
• Unngoy
• Kig'Yar
• Mgalekgolo
• Huragok
• Yanme'e

Janus Independence Group

The local URF group located on the planet Janus. The JIG’s main goal is to keep Janus free from the United Earth Government, even though the UEG formed the planet’s colony.

• Humans
• Unngoy
• Kig'Yar
• Sangheili

#ENLISTMENT

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The busy hanger of the Guliford was loud with the sounds of engines, maintenance checks, and orders being shouted. In the midst of all this chaos, a single figure steps off a pelican and descends into the mass of people and machinery. Many do not notice this person, those who do though, stare at them with wide eyes. Many back away in surprise, causing the rather small figure to turn their head away, shielding their face with their helmet. It's a marine that stalks along the hanger, increasing in speed as they approach the other side.

They hold their hand up to the passing soldiers who give quizzical looks. The only thing they see is an OD green BDU and the markings of a private. Eventually, the marine reaches a crossroads, several hallways going in different directions. Only one actually held where the private needed to go. They were lost.

Standing in the middle of the hallway, the marine silently tries to grab the attention of those around them.

Jericho knew something was wrong with himself. Jericho called a soldier over.

"Soldier, I want you to deliver a message to Greene."

"What would you like me to say?"

Jericho's figure fizzles a bit.

"Tell Greene that he's in charge. I obviously don't have much of a, fizzles, life span left. Tell him... Tell him, I said goodbye and best of luck to him. I left a bunch of files for him to get through everything. He has access to an office for his CO duties. And one last thing..."

Just before he can finish, Jericho's figure broke into thin air.