•G O I N G R O G U E•

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"Yeeaah. Sounds like outer colony stuff. Let me guess, the UNSC is either profiting off of it or too busy to bother with helping it?" Cortez asked, looking down to his assault rifle and up to the lady. "Drop it? Woah now hold on. This assault rifle is worth over a thousand UNSC creds. I’ll put the safety on and put it on my back. How’s that sound?” He asked, doing so and putting his weapon behind him.

"…Do you have any knives? I don’t want a knife in my helmet either. " She hated being so paranoid, but after having Felix on their side for so long and after seeing just how well he could handle a knife, she didn’t want to take any chances. "And…I don’t know the details…some chair guy or something, I don’t know. The Reds and Blues seem to know them… Those two Freelancers they hang around seem to know them too…"

"Jesus. Why not just make me strip naked and put my armor in a backpack?" Cortez argued, putting his hands out, slightly agitated. "How about instead of handing over all my weapons like I'm at the airport, I just promise I'm not going to mug or kill you, alright? In fact, I'm not hiding anything. I'll tell you exactly why I'm here. I was hoping someone here would sell me a few things for my ship." He folded his arms, curiously eyeing the woman. Chair... guy? Reds and Blues? Did she mean the simulation troopers? "Freelancers? Heh, yeah, trouble seems to follow them wherever they go."

Starter for agentor

Cortez lowered his assault rifle simultaneously. A truce? Well, things change. He just didn’t know it’d change that fast. Being from the outer worlds, Cortez knew a thing or two about planets like Chorus. Space Pirates? Now Cortez was pissed. Either his teammates back in Ruiz were keeping him out of the loop, or someone was budging in on his ‘territory’. Either way, this just wouldn’t do. (Not without a cut anyway).

"Space Pirates? A planet? That doesn’t sound like space pirates. Usually w- um… those bastards just take huge shipments of cargo and sell them to the highest bidder. Heh. I don’t remember them investing in real estate.”

"I….I don’t know the details aside from the rumors… Uh, some guy is paying them to take out everyone on the planet for some fucking reason, but it’s a sick and stupid idea and everyone’s pissed about it." She lowered her pistol once more. "Can you at least drop your gun so I know you’re not gonna shoot me?" She took a small step forward, still being careful not to get too close to the guy, just in case he was lying. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time someone lied to her face.

"Yeeaah. Sounds like outer colony stuff. Let me guess, the UNSC is either profiting off of it or too busy to bother with helping it?" Cortez asked, looking down to his assault rifle and up to the lady. "Drop it? Woah now hold on. This assault rifle is worth over a thousand UNSC creds. I'll put the safety on and put it on my back. How's that sound?" He asked, doing so and putting his weapon behind him.

survivorofonyx

Multiple contacts sighted

survivorofonyx

Tom signaled back to his team to get Mark to take up his post while he moved in. At his current distance, he didn’t have the right equipment to discern what any of the targets were talking about. While that usually didn’t call for direct intervention, Tom didn’t have enough intel to figure out what it was that was going on. The intel was too spotty and what they were given was inadequate to make an informed decision. So Tom stalked the target, trying to get a better read on what they were dealing with.

#[Im with you on that]#survivorofonyx #ic #v;goingrogue

Cortez was talking to a contact of his. Not really contact as in someone he knew closely; more like someone who offered a job and Cortez accepted. He walked over to the guy for the details. "You're the merc, right?" He asked Cortez. Cortez looked up for a moment, nodded, and replied, "Yeah. Yeah you could call me that. What's the offer?" The slightly shady man stated, "There's a guy smuggling some Forerunner artifacts. UNSC contraband. I need you to take him out."

Cortez blinked, confused. "If that's all you need, why not get the UNSC to help you instead?" The man replied, "Because then I can't sell 'em for myself. I'll give you a portion of the profits, just take him out first and we can discuss more..."

unclefather

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Starter for agentor

Oh, yeah, okay, that DEFINITELY made her want to shoot this guy but she held off for now. She lowered her pistol very slightly, glaring at the other from beneath her visor. “That doesn’t make your situation any better dude! The New Republic and the Federation Army have entered a truce and we’ve all turned our attention on a group of “Space Pirates” who are trying to take over this entire planet.”

She raised her pistol again. “You can see why I’m not trusting you. If you’re not part of the New Republic, a Fed or one of the Red or Blues, then who are you?!”

Cortez lowered his assault rifle simultaneously. A truce? Well, things change. He just didn't know it'd change that fast. Being from the outer worlds, Cortez knew a thing or two about planets like Chorus. Space Pirates? Now Cortez was pissed. Either his teammates back in Ruiz were keeping him out of the loop, or someone was budging in on his 'territory'. Either way, this just wouldn't do. (Not without a cut anyway).

"Space Pirates? A planet? That doesn't sound like space pirates. Usually w- um... those bastards just take huge shipments of cargo and sell them to the highest bidder. Heh. I don't remember them investing in real estate."

californiaxknight

"What's an Alpha?"

California blinks upon hearing the question. No one ever asked that before, either cause they knew or didn’t ask. "Uh, from what I recall from th’ classes, it’s the original, primary AI that the others speak of. Alpha usually means leader," she shrugs. "Why do ya ask? I’m no expert on the AI here, I dont even have one." it was a partial truth, there was no need to tell this guy about her former PFL partner that was embodied within her tach pad and helmet connection.

agentor

//sorry this took so long x.x

#californiaxknight #ic #v;oregoningreatduress

[You're fine don't worry about it ^^]

Cortez heard as much when it came to the 'Alpha'. And he guessed it would be as much, too. But he just had no idea how it all work. The A.I. were fragments, right? Then how in the Hell did they fragment from Alpha? Then again, he figured he should stop asking questions before he gets himself into trouble. "Yeah, that's about all I could gather, too. I don't know why they teach me this stuff and don't even bother giving me an A.I.."

Starter for agentor

Morris made a mental note to herself not to go on patrol alone anymore, because it seemed like every time she did, she ended up coming across some enemy or mysterious person that she honestly did not want to be around. And this time was just like any other time. I mean, the Feds could hardly be considered enemies anymore but now she had to worry about pirates. And when she came across the other, that’s exactly what she screamed as she lifted up her pistol. "Pirates— Freeze! Hands up! Drop your weapons and uh…" Morris stopped and thought for a moment. "Yeah— Drop them and back up."

"Woah! Hey! You first!" Cortez exclaimed, aiming his weapon at his sudden assailant. "I'm not a pirate!" He lied. He was but... it's not like he was going to rob her or anything. Pirates weren't the same as muggers. Muggers went for small change and pirates went for bulk.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, his finger on the trigger of his assault rifle just in case. He didn't want to have to kill someone today but he wouldn't hesitate if he had to. He knew of Chorus, coincidentally, and its government bouts. "I'm not a Fed, Or New Republic soldier, or whatever the Hell you guys are fighting so lay off."

#echx #shamrxcker #ic #installation06 #celestialacre

Installation 06 [Closed RP]

The trip seemed like a blur. A huge, crash-ey blur. The transport vessel they rode in on was pulled into the atmosphere of one of the rings. Their mission: to investigate the disappearance of several UNSC squads.

Well THERE'S your problem... Cortez thought, awaking from unconsciousness. This damn ring is a giant tractor beam of death! He looked around, noticing his new partner, Echo, his old buddy, Vermont, and their recent addition, Acre, were getting up as well. Good to see they were okay. Unfortunately, the other mercenaries and crew they came with didn't seem to have the same amount of luck.

Then a voice called to the four, a floating, yellow ball seemingly... speaking to them? "Ah! Hello! I am thrilled to see you are all okay!" It said. "Well... some of you..." It added in a slightly morbid tone, eyeing one of the crewmen's corpses.

girlinblxe-deactivated20150524

She shifted most of her weight to one leg, crossing her arms over her chest. “I suppose you could call him my boyfriend and don’t worry, he’s done with stealing Ai’s and equipment.”

#girlinblxe #ic #v;goingrogue

Cortez sighed out of relief and said, "Oh good. Because I totally still have equipment." He then paused for a moment. Agent Maine was with her, hm? "You know, it's kind of easy to forget the freelancers have lives. Honestly I didn't know there was a woman out there who could handle Maine."

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"Ehh, fucked if I know." South shrugged, taking a gaze. "And what if he found out, huh?"