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DEAD.
I will make an off-topic discussion thread, leave the side conversations about the Survivors there....
(Taking the opportunity to clean up my Bio, and make all my gear Reach spec.)

Name: Jackson Trask
Nickname: Tin man
Service Tag: S-115
Birth Date: 2511
Gender: male
Class: Spartan II
Rank: Petty Officer
AI: None
skill set: CQC specialist, Expert Pilot
Primary weapon: DMR
Secondary weapon: Shotgun
Sidearm: Magnum
Equipment: Bubble Shield
Armor: Sage and Crimson standard Mark V with an experimental CQB helmet and aftermarket UA Base Security chest plate upgrade.
Appearance: Jackson is square jawed with an upturned nose, he has a slight smile even when relaxing all of his muscles. his hair is a rich dark brown and his eyes are steel grey, some say this is due to augmentation. He is pale like most other Spartans because of very little exposure to any sun; however he is less pale than most.
Assignment: Defense of Reach
Team name: Red team
Bio: Jackson T, Tin man, X-051. Trask, better known as Tin man or Tin, was abducted by ONI operatives as one of the first candidates for the classified Spartan II program. He preformed above and beyond expectations in training. Accordingly he has been assigned to Reach as a last defense against the Covenant. Should they find it, he will join the other Spartans on the ground during the evacuation of civilians.
Inside the classified SPARTAN III Training facility on Reach, a Spartan in sleak all black armor is standing there, sulking....
Planet Reach, 0903 hours, July 23, 2552.

The engine noise is deafening as the transport warthog drives at full speed across the valley. Some heavy metal plays just slightly louder than the sound of the vehicle and adds to his torment. "You mind turning that off?!" The Spartan yells over the cacophony of noise.

"The music or the hog Spartan!?" The marine shouts back. The Spartan quickly decides that he doesn't like this particular Marine.

"The music! It sounds like a toddler throwing a tantrum!" Some of the other Marines laugh and one speaks up.

"Say, what's your name Spartan!?"

"My name's Class. I. Fied." He lets the laughter die down before continuing. "Call me the Tin Man, or just Tin." One of the Marines leans forward.

"They say the Covies are a coming, that why you're here?" He asks and Tin shakes his head.

"No, we don't think they've found us yet. I'm here as security in case they do." He answers and looks down at the helmet in his lap. "I sure hope they don't. Jorge'll throw a fit." Tin mutters and puts on the helmet.
Inside the training facility...

Boss: I really don't like it Blackbox, even if this is just a publicity stunt ONI is doing to show off the Spartans, I don't work with others, I'd rather be running a solo op or something...

Blackbox: Just keep quite and don't attract any attention to yourself and you'll do fine... these Spartan IIIs are expendable, your not.

Boss: But do I have to stick around with them? I'd rather be in my pad back at the ONI facility....

Blackbox: Your such a child when it comes to this, both ONI and my reviews have shown you're better, and we know that, but they need you here.... that intel you got from that last op showed something may be going down here and they want you here.... Can you promise me you talk about this to ANYONE else? Or do I have to lock you in your suit and force-mute your comms again?

Boss: No sir.....
The warthog slides to a stop and Tin jumps out. "Nice riding with you Spartan!" One of the Marines yells as the hog drives off. Tin waves, then starts off towards the barracks. He looks around as he walks taking in the camp. No, the Covenant can't touch Reach. This is the greatest stronghold we have. Even if they found us, nothing can get past the grid. They'ed be wasting their breath. He thinks.
Boss begins argueing with Blackbox....

Boss: They said I had to be here, but they never said I had to be apart of a fireteam!

Blackbox: You to fit in with them, and so going solo wouldn't work....

Boss: Really? And which sucide squad of Spartan III's did you have in mind?

Blackbox: I will assess your options, but their aren't many Spartan II's around that aren't in a open fireteam, and that Noble team you were talking about found someone already, so....
(Hmm... Should I bring in my S-III character as part of the squad? I've never introduced him.)

"Colonel Holland." Tin says in surprise as he enters the barracks. "I didn't expect to see you here sir." The Colonel smiles weakly and he flickers a little.

"No Spartan, I'm not on the ground. Just taking advantage of your new HUD." Tin nods in understanding and salutes.

"Do you have my orders sir?" He asks.

"I do. At ease soldier." Tin relaxes and Holland continues. "We have a very important asset here Spartan, Dr. Catherine Halsey. Your orders are to keep her safe, at any cost, but don't alert her to your presence. We need to keep the distractions to a minimum. Are we clear?" He asks.

"Crystal sir." Tin answers.

"Good, Holland out." The Colonel's image dissipates and Tin leans back up against a wall. He wants me to guard Halsey, AND be discreet? Has he met the woman?! Tin thinks.
(The prequel sounds good I might reboot the first season so everything will make sense sonan and Eli will not be clones but they will still be there but I will be explain in the roleplay)
Name:kanen
Last:firehawk
Rank:specialist
Age:25
Armor:recon (halo reach version)
Color:red
Color secondary:white
Visor:recruit
Tag:S267
Bio:kanen is a lone wolf at times he prefers being alone so no one can slow him down born on earth and went to reach for the Spartan program and left his son Sonan firehawk Age 14 on earth he is skilled in hand to hand combat and ranged
Kanen sits on his bunk full armor on and sharpens his knife waiting for his next mission
(The prequel sounds good I might reboot the first season so everything will make sense sonan and Eli will not be clones but they will still be there but I will be explain in the roleplay)
Name:sonan
Last:firehawkh
Rank:specialist
Age:25
Armor:recon (halo reach version)
Color:red
Color secondary:white
Visor:recruit
Tag:S267
Bio:sonan is a lone wolf at times he prefers being alone so no one can slow him down born on earth and went to reach for the Spartan program and left his son Eli firehawk Age 14 on earth he is skilled in hand to hand combat and ranged
Sonan sits on his bunk full armor on and sharpens his knife waiting for his next mission
I have already rebooted the roleplay, and I respect that you started the original, but it doesn't need another reboot.
(Bringing my character back, but as an S-III)

Name: Ezra Maxwell
Nickname: Ezra
Service Tag: Ezra-B789
Birth Date: 2530
Gender: Male
Class: Spartan III
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
AI: None
Skill Set: Reconnaissance
Primary weapon: SRAM
Secondary weapon: M6H
Equipment: Active Camouflage
Armor: Operator-CNM helmet, HP/Parafoil [R] chest plate, Sniper and Security shoulder plates, TacPad forearm
Assignment: Defense of Reach
Team name: N/A
Bio: Ezra was conscripted into the Spartan-III Program, along with Kat-B320. He was removed and reassigned, by ONI, to work lone-wolf operations for the secretive branch. Not much else is known of him.
*Announcement*

Use the off topic discussion thread for Survivors to talk, see news related to the thread, and to settle disputes....
(Max you might want to intro your character. Here's some Reach source material to keep the time frame under control.)

Planet Reach, 0940 hours, July 23, 2552. ONI Castle base.

Tin sits outside the base looking at a small data pad. As he had expected, Halsey had noticed him immediately. Spartan three... Spartan three... What are those section three guys doing? I mean, having more Spartans is a great idea. Tin taps the pad against his thigh as he thinks. But this smacks of desperation. It looks like quality control went out the window, but the stuff they do is definitely Spartan worthy. He looks back down at the pad. Spartan B140. So this is the guy Halsey wants me to check out. Tin swipes the screen and starts skimming the file. Upbeat, that's good. Fan of swords, that's also good. Jack of all trades, Onyx? that's impressive. Tin whistles appreciatively. The experimental Mark VI helmet? That's not something they just dole out. He continues swiping. Modest K/D in training... Tin suddenly runs across another file, one he wasn't expecting. Trained on the planet... Now why is that blacked out?

(Not going to be very active until Saturday. Probably)
Near Castle base....

Blackbox: Perhaps we could find some other spartans here you could work with, we do have some little side jobs ONI wants us to do after we are done finding a fireteam....

Boss: Right, because of course we can just waltz right in and pick any old group of spartans.

Blackbox: We do have the authorization to pull a few away to join us, so don't be so- WAIT! FILTER SYSTEMS SHOW SOMEONE ACCESSING CLASSIFIED DATA THEY HAVE NO AUTHORIZATION TO BE GOING INTO, TAKING CONTROL OF YOUR SUIT TO GO INVESTIGATE.

Boss: Not again, maybe someone just accessed a wrong file?

Blackbox: The record is still open, that is now not a possibility now, taking control of the suit.

They enter the facility....
Tin looks up and notices Boss walking into the base. Hmm... There's one now. Maybe... No, if it's classified no Spartan is sharing any data with me. Tin looks back down and flips through a few more files. A021... A259... B673... B312... Wait... 259... where have I heard that before? Tin opens the file and scans the data. Nobel team? what do we have here? Argh, why is EVERYTHING blacked out? His breath suddenly catches. Sierra 052. Jorge what's going on?
Boss's suit turns to face Tiin, and it begins to scan him....

Blackbox: Spartan III designate S-115, you are accessing classified material explain yourself!
Planet Reach, 1000 hours, July 23, 2552. ONI Castle Base
On the north side of the base, Ezra's escort Falcon slowly lands as he disembarks and heads into the main atrium of the base. He passes through security without problem, as he is greeted by Lt. Colonel Marks. "Welcome to Castle Base Commander," as he and Ezra saluted to each other, "glad you make it on such short notice."

They both begin walking through the atrium towards the main courtyard, "I called you here because we need you to link up with a few other Spartans stationed here," he said. Ezra replied, "I usually work alone, sir." Marks looked back at him then replied, "I know son, but we think your skill set could benefit this new team."

They reached the main atrium where Ezra noticed there were other Spartans talking to each other. Marks introduced them to each other, "Spartans, this is Lt. Commander Ezra, he is going to be your new team member. He has a very unique skill set for recon and infiltration that could be of some use."
Tin looks up again, more slowly this time. "If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you referred to me as Petty Officer. Now that the formalities are out of the way, what do you mean classified? I was ordered to access these files, therefore I did." He pushes off from the wall he had been slouching against and stands up straight making him a full head taller than Boss. "If you have a problem with that, go have a word with Halsey." Tin then glances over at the interruption and does a quick double take before standing straight and saluting. "Colonel, with all due respect, I'm under orders from Colonel Holland. You have me mistaken for someone else. Please excuse me..." He then speed walks into the bowels of the facility.

(My S-III character is the one who ends up assigned to the team.)
(Just reminding people that I had a squad here. I'll only talk about half of Zephyr, as the other half finishes their mission early. Also, Connor and Brittney are not yet married.)

Zephyr 1
Name: Connor "Gears" Brent
Specialty: Technician, Engineer

Zephyr 3
Name: Zachary "Moose" Brent
Specialty: Scout

Zephyr 4
Name: Joshua "Scorch" Corban
Specialty: Demolitions, Vehicles

Zephyr 7
Name: Jessica "Ticket" Reynolds
Specialty: Infiltrator

(Will add more info later.)
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