Drakkwall
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After the assault of the Covenant on Reach was one of the frigates of the defending armada damaged and sent flying through space without functional engines, all other systems were working but the steering and repulsion systems were fried. It is on this ship that I served, Spartan 045, codename Alexander, from Alexander the Great, I am an European from Terra, never remembered my home country, only that it was a small northern country.
My skills lies in heavy weapons, demolition, close combat and tactics. I am a balanced trooper, but now will none of my skills do much ,and yet I am the one in charge. The ship has been become a drifting Ark of sort, we had enough rations to last us thirty years, artificial gravity was engaged and life support worked perfectly, it were just our engines that wouldn't do shit. A crew of what had been four hundred was now reduced to one hundred, myself included, we had already been adrift for a month now, the distress beacon was destroyed in the crash, we have no communications to the rest of our kind, we are trapped.
I have begun to notice a strange behavior of the crew and my partner, a fellow spartan whose Mjolnir armor had been destroyed, she had spent a week in the medical bay before she was declared healthy. But I am not sure if she is okay, the crew is acting weird, the women keeps eying me like I am kind of beef, the men, only about twenty, are starting to get... unruly and wild. I have our ship's AI check the systems, nothing is wrong from what we can tell outside of the damaged engines and destroyed communication systems. I have become the unofficial captain of the ship since most of the brass got killed, only a couple remained, and I have already been forced to place five men in the brig, something was wrong here.
OOC: Mysterious animalistic urges are awakened in a crew of marines as they drift through space after getting their engines and comm systems knocked offline, permanently as it looks. The one male Spartan finds himself immune to the weird behavior and attempts to keep order, but when his own partner begins to act weird, are things starting to get out of order, and fast.
Spartan 045 Alexander: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=master chief face&order=9&offset=24&offset=24#/d2nftyh
Female Spartan: http://cyberunique.deviantart.com/a...74173636?q=gallery:cyberunique/10100326&qo=66
My skills lies in heavy weapons, demolition, close combat and tactics. I am a balanced trooper, but now will none of my skills do much ,and yet I am the one in charge. The ship has been become a drifting Ark of sort, we had enough rations to last us thirty years, artificial gravity was engaged and life support worked perfectly, it were just our engines that wouldn't do shit. A crew of what had been four hundred was now reduced to one hundred, myself included, we had already been adrift for a month now, the distress beacon was destroyed in the crash, we have no communications to the rest of our kind, we are trapped.
I have begun to notice a strange behavior of the crew and my partner, a fellow spartan whose Mjolnir armor had been destroyed, she had spent a week in the medical bay before she was declared healthy. But I am not sure if she is okay, the crew is acting weird, the women keeps eying me like I am kind of beef, the men, only about twenty, are starting to get... unruly and wild. I have our ship's AI check the systems, nothing is wrong from what we can tell outside of the damaged engines and destroyed communication systems. I have become the unofficial captain of the ship since most of the brass got killed, only a couple remained, and I have already been forced to place five men in the brig, something was wrong here.
OOC: Mysterious animalistic urges are awakened in a crew of marines as they drift through space after getting their engines and comm systems knocked offline, permanently as it looks. The one male Spartan finds himself immune to the weird behavior and attempts to keep order, but when his own partner begins to act weird, are things starting to get out of order, and fast.
Spartan 045 Alexander: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=master chief face&order=9&offset=24&offset=24#/d2nftyh
Female Spartan: http://cyberunique.deviantart.com/a...74173636?q=gallery:cyberunique/10100326&qo=66
