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@bl4ck-t34m
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Name: Kai Dahl
Rank: First Lieutenant
DOB: May 23, 2528
Age: 25
Actual age: 50
Unit: Zeta Company
Squad: Black Team
Deployment Status: Currently on board UNSC INFINITY
Specialization: Recon/Biohazard Containment/CQC/Asymmetric Warfare
My rules are at this link below
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A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
"That... Just a moment please."
Dahl puts on his helmet and seals his suit with a distinct click. After this, Darius would faintly hear Dahl asking someone something about a temporal anomaly, and mentions a warp drive. A few moments later, he pulls off his helmet, locking eyes with Darius.
"According to my chief engineer, no temporal anomalies were detected. Well, not around this vessel, they say that short range scans of the space around your fleet are turning up all kinds of anomalies that they've never seen before. They want to know about your warp drives, so they can try to make an informed theory to explain what happened."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius lets out a wry chuckle. "I wish them luck. To make sense of the warp is to make sense of the insensible. Warp drives draw power from the Warp, hence the name. The warp is a mirror of our realm in a way. Except it's not. We are in a material dimension. Physics exist. The Warp is immaterial, physics are a suggestion, aswell as time. The Warp does not have rules. Time can go forward, backward, and stand still. All at once. We tear holes in reality to go faster than light, as that is what the Warp is, unreality. The daemons, Chaos Gods and the Emperor do not help it make sense, quite the opposite."
Darius then snaps, a flame hovering just above his finger tip. "It can also be used by Psykers to do incredible and awful things. I myself am a relatively weak psyker."
Dahl opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by a text to speech voice coming from behind Darius.
"Permission to speak with our guest, Spartan?" "Granted."
A strange alien that appears to be some mix of squid and snail that wields a data pad moves to float at Dahl's side, and it fixes all six of its eyes on Darius.
"Excellent. I am Chief engineer Prone to Sinking, but you may call me Sinker, the rest of the crew does. This warp travel you mentioned, is it vulnerable to influence from outside forces?"
@chapter-master-darius
While Darius' face is concealed, there is no denying that he obviously looks confused at the appearance of Sinker. It takes him a moment to speak again. "It is. Often. Depending on the warp drives and the astropaths, or lack thereof. The Warp drives can often be improved, but the Mechanicus don't like innovation, morons that they are."
A beat.
"Ah. You don't know what the Mechanicus is, of course. They are..."
A different voice comes from Darius' helmet.
"Deluded cultists worshipping technology instead of improving it."
Darius sighs. "I was getting there, Eklius."
"Not fast enough."
"I see, that is most unfortunate. However, upon further study of the telemetry available to me, I do not believe that to be the cause of this situation. Given that the Flood had become trans-sentient, and that we were the last purpose built containment crew, I believe that the Flood used neural physics to deposit us here, out of their way."
"No. No way. That can't be what happened. If it is, how long until the galaxy is consumed?"
"By my estimation, four days. They also know of this new realm, seeing as we were sent here."
"Which means once they are done, they are going to follow us here. Sinker, you are dismissed."
"Are you certain? There is much more for me to-"
"Dismissed."
Dahl looks at Darius as Sinker floats away.
"So, I guess my crew are the interlopers here. But you'll need us, we have expertise in dealing with the Flood that will be invaluable."
@chapter-master-darius
"The flood?" Darius asks, tilting his head a little to the left. "And maybe I do need you, but you're not going to be friends with the Imperium at large, or the Mechanicus. You're both tech heresy and regular heresy. And you have Xenos on your crew. I don't care, you're obviously not moronic enough to try to fight the Imperium and you're not chaos cultists, but you're going to be persona non grata."
He sighs. "Come aboard my flagship, I'll get you to the War Room and we'll talk about the Flood and whatever else. Bring who you think you need for this. Or all of them I don't particularly care, War Room is big enough."
"So we're disposable rejects. I can work with that."
"Everyone I would want to bring with is already in that dropship to your left. An ambush, just in case you lied and sent a strike force aboard, I'm sure you understand my caution."
Spartan Dahl begins walking towards the D77H-TCI pelican.
"Care for a ride back to your flagship, Darius?"
@chapter-master-darius
"Smart." Darius says with a nod. "And yes, I'd be delighted. Eklius, stop scanning their...everything." He states as he walks towards the pelican.
"Settle for just the shuttle and the ship?" A mechanical voice states. It came from his helmet too. An AI?
"No. And let's have Bahram and Ta'Shar meet us on the bridge."
"Acknowledged."
"So your armor has an on board assistant, Darius? If it's a smart AI, you'll want to keep it far away from the Flood. Dunno how it works, but their infection can go digital, make smart AI turn on you. That's why UNSC personnel only use dumb AI now."
Spartan Dahl keys open the troop bay hatch on pelican, and three other fully armed and armored Spartans can be seen in the jump seats of the dropship.
"This is my fireteam. I'll get you properly introduced later, but for now all you need to know is that I would trust these men with my life, and if we wind up working together, you can too."
Spartan Dahl steps into the pelican and opens the door to the pilot's cabin, then beckons for Darius to follow him as he disappears into it.
@chapter-master-darius
The Shipmaster watches the presentation intently, then shoots Dahl a glance once it is over.
"At least you saw sense to improve your arsenal, Spartan. But that will not be enough. You need my warriors if there will even be a chance for success."
The Shipmaster then barks into his comms.
"Comms officer, was that briefing captured? Good. All crew must review the briefing of this Hell within the next three cycles."
Spartan Dahl gets into the Shipmaster's space, and he seems rather pissed.
"So what, you are just going to make your crew run to their doom? Because I'm pretty sure I told you not to do that."
The Shipmaster clicks his mandibles and shoves Dahl away like an uppity child.
"You do not have the authority to order me around, Spartan, you are not ranked within the Swords. Nor do I have authority over you. We are equals by alliance. But to answer your question no, I will not be making that decision."
The Shipmaster then pointedly looks at the Slayer, and makes Dahl look at him too.
"That decision falls to you, Slayer. Though, as I understand, time is not your ally, and you have lost much of it already. My warriors, myself included, can provide aid, so that more may be done with the limited time you have."
@expvrgction
The Slayer watched as the argument between Dahl and the Shipmaster, tempted to shake his head at the both of those people outright.
This was a life-and-death situation, though. While he was normally silent around strangers, these were military personnel like he once was-- His input was very much needed, especially in times like this.
He took his time to look at every personnel, knowing that they would risk their lives fighting alongside him. Given any other choice, he would have tried to prevent it.
His mind would wander a bit about what he had become-- It sucks being immortal, but it would be far worse to do nothing when the tyranny of Hell is allowed to reign without even a sliver of intervention.
"Men," The Slayer finally spoke. "I may not be a man of many words, but you all surely wish to know more about what you're about to do-- And you more than deserve to."
"Where I come from, Hell is real, and if its armies deem a world worthy of conquest, they will stop at nothing until their goal is reached... Or I get in their way." He continued. "Many a world has fallen to the demonic horde, and a few barely surviving massacres they bring, if any."
"As you already know, VEGA has sent data about what you're going to face during your mission. You all have three days to review them, and he and I will be present to answer any question you have regarding information the files provide."
"Keep in mind that your lives, as well as the lives of those you protect will be on the line, more likely than ever. You will need the most experienced among your ranks to be on the front lines for this mission."
"Any questions before we conclude this meeting?"
The Shipmaster nods his appreciation and approval at the Slayer.
"I am glad to know that you are sensible enough to use every resource at your disposal, unlike some. I have no remaining questions, but I do extend an invitation to peruse our armory, you may find something of use there. Now, I must return to my warriors, they will need my council to prepare."
With that, the Shipmaster strides away, leaving Dahl and the Slayer alone.
"I guess that's that, then. But I want to tell you about Gomez, and I have something for you to do. Gomez is off combat duty for now while he recovers enough for us to pull him out of his armor, it's pretty much the only thing keeping him in one piece right now. He didn't just break his ribs, they punctured his lung, and that's the least of the medical complications."
"As for what I want you to do. You decided to include the Sangheili in this operation, so you should go familiarize yourself with the Sangheili, and pick one to take Gomez's place for now. Especially since you'll be leading our operations on the ground."
@expvrgction
@bl4ck-t34m
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By the time Black Team arrives on site, the colony is completely silent.
It's eerie, in a way that's hard to put into words. Like the aftermath of some unspeakable natural disaster. Only silent, empty streets, lit by a sky of steel and glass and artificial light, acting as a protective barrier against the true atmosphere of an inhospitable world. Stained with blood and rubble and scorch marks, yet completely devoid of bodies.
The true scale of the catastrophe only becomes apparent when they go deeper into the colony.
The place was a simple mining settlement, one of many posted up to exploit whatever resources the UEG could draw out of the countless worlds glassed during the Human-Covenant War. The mines had been sectioned off after workers had dug up something that immediately caught ONI's interest. All that was known that it was some kind of cache — Forerunner in origin.
They sent teams to investigate the site. The cache was opened, and all contact with both ONI assets and the settlement was lost in under an hour.
They could only assume the worst.
In the deeper parts of the colony, among the maintenance tunnels and the engineering sections, there are no signs of a Flood infestation. Instead what they find is enough bloodshed to paint the floors, the walls, even the ceilings with gore. There are little signs of human life, at most finding a severed hand here, a chunk of indescribable organ there. There are paths carved into the dried blood however, drag marks and shuffling, unsteady footprints that looked to have been dragging many, many somethings through the now-sticky pools of blood.
Black Team doesn't need to walk for very long to find the first bodies.
Or rather, the bodies find them first.
It starts off as a faint rumble coming from the far end of the transport tunnel, something barely perceivable to normal human hearing yet distinct from the natural hum of the colony's innards.
To the keen ears of a Spartan, that rumble quickly rises into a more discernible crescendo of dozens, maybe well over a hundred pairs of boots stampeding towards their position.
The corpses that come into sight, civilians and workers and soldiers alike, aren't twisted by any sort of visible infection or parasite. Instead they look as if they just stood right back up after suffering whatever terrible deaths befell them, even in spite of the grievous wounds their bodies held, walking and shambling and crawling and even sprinting along on missing limbs, severed torsos, and dragging, entangled masses of guts and viscera.
Black Team is beholden to a tide of living dead, hellbent on throwing themselves at their Spartan prey with nails, teeth, and whatever tools still remained clutched in their rotted hands.
The Spartans freeze for a moment when they see the incoming horde, as some kind of primordial and base terror overtakes them. Then, one of the zombified soldiers in the horde fires their magnum, the round slamming heavily into the energy shields of Spartan Dahl, snapping the whole squad of Spartans out of it.
"Vasquez, get a rocket into that crowd!"
A green status light winks on briefly in Spartan Dahl's HUD, then there is a WHOOMPH as Spartan Vasquez fires his SPNKr, sending a rocket straight into the midst of the zombified horde, blowing the front of the horde's formation to pieces.
"Time for the cleanup Spartans! Vasquez, keep blowing apart any big mobs you see, Hendricks and Gomez, I want clean headshots, I'll kneecap them to slow them down!"
Three green status lights wink on Spartan Dahl's HUD, and Black Team opens fire in earnest. Roughly two minutes later, the dust settles and the last of the zombified horde falls.
"Black Team, what's your status?"
Two green status lights and a single yellow status light wink on Spartan Dahl's HUD, and Vasquez pipes up.
"Almost out of rockets Dahl."
"Copy that Vasquez, we'll find more. For now, let's move on, Black Team."
Three green status lights wink on Spartan Dahl's HUD again, and the four Spartans move out, following the trails of blood deeper into the mines, unaware of the hell that awaits them.
@through-worlds-and-time
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
"That... Just a moment please."
Dahl puts on his helmet and seals his suit with a distinct click. After this, Darius would faintly hear Dahl asking someone something about a temporal anomaly, and mentions a warp drive. A few moments later, he pulls off his helmet, locking eyes with Darius.
"According to my chief engineer, no temporal anomalies were detected. Well, not around this vessel, they say that short range scans of the space around your fleet are turning up all kinds of anomalies that they've never seen before. They want to know about your warp drives, so they can try to make an informed theory to explain what happened."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius lets out a wry chuckle. "I wish them luck. To make sense of the warp is to make sense of the insensible. Warp drives draw power from the Warp, hence the name. The warp is a mirror of our realm in a way. Except it's not. We are in a material dimension. Physics exist. The Warp is immaterial, physics are a suggestion, aswell as time. The Warp does not have rules. Time can go forward, backward, and stand still. All at once. We tear holes in reality to go faster than light, as that is what the Warp is, unreality. The daemons, Chaos Gods and the Emperor do not help it make sense, quite the opposite."
Darius then snaps, a flame hovering just above his finger tip. "It can also be used by Psykers to do incredible and awful things. I myself am a relatively weak psyker."
Dahl opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by a text to speech voice coming from behind Darius.
"Permission to speak with our guest, Spartan?" "Granted."
A strange alien that appears to be some mix of squid and snail that wields a data pad moves to float at Dahl's side, and it fixes all six of its eyes on Darius.
"Excellent. I am Chief engineer Prone to Sinking, but you may call me Sinker, the rest of the crew does. This warp travel you mentioned, is it vulnerable to influence from outside forces?"
@chapter-master-darius
While Darius' face is concealed, there is no denying that he obviously looks confused at the appearance of Sinker. It takes him a moment to speak again. "It is. Often. Depending on the warp drives and the astropaths, or lack thereof. The Warp drives can often be improved, but the Mechanicus don't like innovation, morons that they are."
A beat.
"Ah. You don't know what the Mechanicus is, of course. They are..."
A different voice comes from Darius' helmet.
"Deluded cultists worshipping technology instead of improving it."
Darius sighs. "I was getting there, Eklius."
"Not fast enough."
"I see, that is most unfortunate. However, upon further study of the telemetry available to me, I do not believe that to be the cause of this situation. Given that the Flood had become trans-sentient, and that we were the last purpose built containment crew, I believe that the Flood used neural physics to deposit us here, out of their way."
"No. No way. That can't be what happened. If it is, how long until the galaxy is consumed?"
"By my estimation, four days. They also know of this new realm, seeing as we were sent here."
"Which means once they are done, they are going to follow us here. Sinker, you are dismissed."
"Are you certain? There is much more for me to-"
"Dismissed."
Dahl looks at Darius as Sinker floats away.
"So, I guess my crew are the interlopers here. But you'll need us, we have expertise in dealing with the Flood that will be invaluable."
@chapter-master-darius
"The flood?" Darius asks, tilting his head a little to the left. "And maybe I do need you, but you're not going to be friends with the Imperium at large, or the Mechanicus. You're both tech heresy and regular heresy. And you have Xenos on your crew. I don't care, you're obviously not moronic enough to try to fight the Imperium and you're not chaos cultists, but you're going to be persona non grata."
He sighs. "Come aboard my flagship, I'll get you to the War Room and we'll talk about the Flood and whatever else. Bring who you think you need for this. Or all of them I don't particularly care, War Room is big enough."
"So we're disposable rejects. I can work with that."
"Everyone I would want to bring with is already in that dropship to your left. An ambush, just in case you lied and sent a strike force aboard, I'm sure you understand my caution."
Spartan Dahl begins walking towards the D77H-TCI pelican.
"Care for a ride back to your flagship, Darius?"
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
"That... Just a moment please."
Dahl puts on his helmet and seals his suit with a distinct click. After this, Darius would faintly hear Dahl asking someone something about a temporal anomaly, and mentions a warp drive. A few moments later, he pulls off his helmet, locking eyes with Darius.
"According to my chief engineer, no temporal anomalies were detected. Well, not around this vessel, they say that short range scans of the space around your fleet are turning up all kinds of anomalies that they've never seen before. They want to know about your warp drives, so they can try to make an informed theory to explain what happened."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius lets out a wry chuckle. "I wish them luck. To make sense of the warp is to make sense of the insensible. Warp drives draw power from the Warp, hence the name. The warp is a mirror of our realm in a way. Except it's not. We are in a material dimension. Physics exist. The Warp is immaterial, physics are a suggestion, aswell as time. The Warp does not have rules. Time can go forward, backward, and stand still. All at once. We tear holes in reality to go faster than light, as that is what the Warp is, unreality. The daemons, Chaos Gods and the Emperor do not help it make sense, quite the opposite."
Darius then snaps, a flame hovering just above his finger tip. "It can also be used by Psykers to do incredible and awful things. I myself am a relatively weak psyker."
Dahl opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by a text to speech voice coming from behind Darius.
"Permission to speak with our guest, Spartan?" "Granted."
A strange alien that appears to be some mix of squid and snail that wields a data pad moves to float at Dahl's side, and it fixes all six of its eyes on Darius.
"Excellent. I am Chief engineer Prone to Sinking, but you may call me Sinker, the rest of the crew does. This warp travel you mentioned, is it vulnerable to influence from outside forces?"
@chapter-master-darius
While Darius' face is concealed, there is no denying that he obviously looks confused at the appearance of Sinker. It takes him a moment to speak again. "It is. Often. Depending on the warp drives and the astropaths, or lack thereof. The Warp drives can often be improved, but the Mechanicus don't like innovation, morons that they are."
A beat.
"Ah. You don't know what the Mechanicus is, of course. They are..."
A different voice comes from Darius' helmet.
"Deluded cultists worshipping technology instead of improving it."
Darius sighs. "I was getting there, Eklius."
"Not fast enough."
"I see, that is most unfortunate. However, upon further study of the telemetry available to me, I do not believe that to be the cause of this situation. Given that the Flood had become trans-sentient, and that we were the last purpose built containment crew, I believe that the Flood used neural physics to deposit us here, out of their way."
"No. No way. That can't be what happened. If it is, how long until the galaxy is consumed?"
"By my estimation, four days. They also know of this new realm, seeing as we were sent here."
"Which means once they are done, they are going to follow us here. Sinker, you are dismissed."
"Are you certain? There is much more for me to-"
"Dismissed."
Dahl looks at Darius as Sinker floats away.
"So, I guess my crew are the interlopers here. But you'll need us, we have expertise in dealing with the Flood that will be invaluable."
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
"That... Just a moment please."
Dahl puts on his helmet and seals his suit with a distinct click. After this, Darius would faintly hear Dahl asking someone something about a temporal anomaly, and mentions a warp drive. A few moments later, he pulls off his helmet, locking eyes with Darius.
"According to my chief engineer, no temporal anomalies were detected. Well, not around this vessel, they say that short range scans of the space around your fleet are turning up all kinds of anomalies that they've never seen before. They want to know about your warp drives, so they can try to make an informed theory to explain what happened."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius lets out a wry chuckle. "I wish them luck. To make sense of the warp is to make sense of the insensible. Warp drives draw power from the Warp, hence the name. The warp is a mirror of our realm in a way. Except it's not. We are in a material dimension. Physics exist. The Warp is immaterial, physics are a suggestion, aswell as time. The Warp does not have rules. Time can go forward, backward, and stand still. All at once. We tear holes in reality to go faster than light, as that is what the Warp is, unreality. The daemons, Chaos Gods and the Emperor do not help it make sense, quite the opposite."
Darius then snaps, a flame hovering just above his finger tip. "It can also be used by Psykers to do incredible and awful things. I myself am a relatively weak psyker."
Dahl opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by a text to speech voice coming from behind Darius.
"Permission to speak with our guest, Spartan?" "Granted."
A strange alien that appears to be some mix of squid and snail that wields a data pad moves to float at Dahl's side, and it fixes all six of its eyes on Darius.
"Excellent. I am Chief engineer Prone to Sinking, but you may call me Sinker, the rest of the crew does. This warp travel you mentioned, is it vulnerable to influence from outside forces?"
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
"That... Just a moment please."
Dahl puts on his helmet and seals his suit with a distinct click. After this, Darius would faintly hear Dahl asking someone something about a temporal anomaly, and mentions a warp drive. A few moments later, he pulls off his helmet, locking eyes with Darius.
"According to my chief engineer, no temporal anomalies were detected. Well, not around this vessel, they say that short range scans of the space around your fleet are turning up all kinds of anomalies that they've never seen before. They want to know about your warp drives, so they can try to make an informed theory to explain what happened."
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius yawns as he sits on his command throne, looking up from the dataslate as the hail comes through. "Eklius...?"
"This ship is not on any known registers. Design unknown."
Darius frowns. "Hrm. Open the vox."
"Opened."
"There is no 'UNSC' here, Blackest Night. I am Chapter Master Darius, Revenants of the XIVth. You have some explaining to do, and if I do not find your answers satisfactory you won't see tomorrow."
He leans back from the vox hailer. "Power up weapons, but don't aim yet. Have the rest of the fleet do it too." Eklius nods.
He leans back to the vox hailer. "Am I understood?"
Dahl furrows his brow in confusion.
"Negative. I've never heard of a chapter master, the type of chapter I know of is the kind in a book, and the only revenant I know of is a light mortar tank. I'm inclined to believe this is a first contact scenario. Evidence to follow."
Dahl then forwards the past three minutes of data from the BLACKEST NIGHT's tactical display, which would show Darius's fleet blipping into reality without a FTL signature.
"It's not every day I see a whole goddamn fleet blip into reality without a FTL signature."
@chapter-master-darius
"That's because we use the Warp." Darius says, he then turns to Eklius. "What the hell is going on? Time travel? Reality distortion?"
"You're the psyker."
The Chapter Master rolls his eyes. "Let us speak face to...faceplate. I can teleport onto your ship and we can speak. Is this acceptable?"
"Teleport? I suppose, just go to the drop hangar, the halls of the ship don't accommodate those over ten feet tall. I'll put out a warning to the drop hangar crew, just don't get trigger happy, we're a diverse crew. Also, if you can breathe an oxygen based atmosphere, you shouldn't need a helmet on board."
Spartan Dahl turns off the external comms and puts out the lookout order, then he begins making his way out of the bridge.
Darius stands and walks to the Teleportarium. "Eklius, have the first company ready in case boarding action is needed. Tell Minerva and her team to arm up and make sure the teleportarium stays locked on me in case I need a quick escape."
The mechanical man hums into Darius' ear, no longer following him with his mobile platform but instead transferring into his armor.
A crack of thunder as Darius teleports onto the Blackest Night.
He makes sure his arms are crossed over his chest, instead of near his variety of weapons. His helmet remains firmly on his head.
Upon his arrival, Darius would become the focus of the drop hangar's guards. One is a baseline human holding a plasma rifle of alien design, and the other is a large ape like alien holding a squad automatic weapon of human design. Neither aim their weapons at Darius, but it's clear neither is particularly trusting of him either. The door they are guarding cycles open, revealing an eight foot tall human in black and brown power armor, with the helmet tucked under one arm like a football. He strides confidently into the room, straight toward Darius.
"Chapter Master Darius I presume? I'm Spartan Dahl. Let's get down to brass tacks."
@chapter-master-darius
"I prefer just my name." Darius states. He sounds like a damned war machine with his helmet on, and he makes no move to remove it. "I've never seen a Xenos like you." He says to the ape-like alien. "And I've seen a lot."
Before Dahl can make any statement on Darius' preference, the alien pipes up.
"You talk like you are all pomp, bucket man."
Dahl cuts in before the alien says anything else stupid.
"Ignore him, most Jiralhanae are belligerent at best. Anyway, as I was going to say, I'll keep your preference in mind. Now, I have no idea where you came from, but we're in the year twenty-five sixty-two, sitting right on the edge of the Fori star system, does any of that sound right to you?"
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius yawns as he sits on his command throne, looking up from the dataslate as the hail comes through. "Eklius...?"
"This ship is not on any known registers. Design unknown."
Darius frowns. "Hrm. Open the vox."
"Opened."
"There is no 'UNSC' here, Blackest Night. I am Chapter Master Darius, Revenants of the XIVth. You have some explaining to do, and if I do not find your answers satisfactory you won't see tomorrow."
He leans back from the vox hailer. "Power up weapons, but don't aim yet. Have the rest of the fleet do it too." Eklius nods.
He leans back to the vox hailer. "Am I understood?"
Dahl furrows his brow in confusion.
"Negative. I've never heard of a chapter master, the type of chapter I know of is the kind in a book, and the only revenant I know of is a light mortar tank. I'm inclined to believe this is a first contact scenario. Evidence to follow."
Dahl then forwards the past three minutes of data from the BLACKEST NIGHT's tactical display, which would show Darius's fleet blipping into reality without a FTL signature.
"It's not every day I see a whole goddamn fleet blip into reality without a FTL signature."
@chapter-master-darius
"That's because we use the Warp." Darius says, he then turns to Eklius. "What the hell is going on? Time travel? Reality distortion?"
"You're the psyker."
The Chapter Master rolls his eyes. "Let us speak face to...faceplate. I can teleport onto your ship and we can speak. Is this acceptable?"
"Teleport? I suppose, just go to the drop hangar, the halls of the ship don't accommodate those over ten feet tall. I'll put out a warning to the drop hangar crew, just don't get trigger happy, we're a diverse crew. Also, if you can breathe an oxygen based atmosphere, you shouldn't need a helmet on board."
Spartan Dahl turns off the external comms and puts out the lookout order, then he begins making his way out of the bridge.
Darius stands and walks to the Teleportarium. "Eklius, have the first company ready in case boarding action is needed. Tell Minerva and her team to arm up and make sure the teleportarium stays locked on me in case I need a quick escape."
The mechanical man hums into Darius' ear, no longer following him with his mobile platform but instead transferring into his armor.
A crack of thunder as Darius teleports onto the Blackest Night.
He makes sure his arms are crossed over his chest, instead of near his variety of weapons. His helmet remains firmly on his head.
Upon his arrival, Darius would become the focus of the drop hangar's guards. One is a baseline human holding a plasma rifle of alien design, and the other is a large ape like alien holding a squad automatic weapon of human design. Neither aim their weapons at Darius, but it's clear neither is particularly trusting of him either. The door they are guarding cycles open, revealing an eight foot tall human in black and brown power armor, with the helmet tucked under one arm like a football. He strides confidently into the room, straight toward Darius.
"Chapter Master Darius I presume? I'm Spartan Dahl. Let's get down to brass tacks."
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius yawns as he sits on his command throne, looking up from the dataslate as the hail comes through. "Eklius...?"
"This ship is not on any known registers. Design unknown."
Darius frowns. "Hrm. Open the vox."
"Opened."
"There is no 'UNSC' here, Blackest Night. I am Chapter Master Darius, Revenants of the XIVth. You have some explaining to do, and if I do not find your answers satisfactory you won't see tomorrow."
He leans back from the vox hailer. "Power up weapons, but don't aim yet. Have the rest of the fleet do it too." Eklius nods.
He leans back to the vox hailer. "Am I understood?"
Dahl furrows his brow in confusion.
"Negative. I've never heard of a chapter master, the type of chapter I know of is the kind in a book, and the only revenant I know of is a light mortar tank. I'm inclined to believe this is a first contact scenario. Evidence to follow."
Dahl then forwards the past three minutes of data from the BLACKEST NIGHT's tactical display, which would show Darius's fleet blipping into reality without a FTL signature.
"It's not every day I see a whole goddamn fleet blip into reality without a FTL signature."
@chapter-master-darius
"That's because we use the Warp." Darius says, he then turns to Eklius. "What the hell is going on? Time travel? Reality distortion?"
"You're the psyker."
The Chapter Master rolls his eyes. "Let us speak face to...faceplate. I can teleport onto your ship and we can speak. Is this acceptable?"
"Teleport? I suppose, just go to the drop hangar, the halls of the ship don't accommodate those over ten feet tall. I'll put out a warning to the drop hangar crew, just don't get trigger happy, we're a diverse crew. Also, if you can breathe an oxygen based atmosphere, you shouldn't need a helmet on board."
Spartan Dahl turns off the external comms and puts out the lookout order, then he begins making his way out of the bridge.
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
Darius yawns as he sits on his command throne, looking up from the dataslate as the hail comes through. "Eklius...?"
"This ship is not on any known registers. Design unknown."
Darius frowns. "Hrm. Open the vox."
"Opened."
"There is no 'UNSC' here, Blackest Night. I am Chapter Master Darius, Revenants of the XIVth. You have some explaining to do, and if I do not find your answers satisfactory you won't see tomorrow."
He leans back from the vox hailer. "Power up weapons, but don't aim yet. Have the rest of the fleet do it too." Eklius nods.
He leans back to the vox hailer. "Am I understood?"
Dahl furrows his brow in confusion.
"Negative. I've never heard of a chapter master, the type of chapter I know of is the kind in a book, and the only revenant I know of is a light mortar tank. I'm inclined to believe this is a first contact scenario. Evidence to follow."
Dahl then forwards the past three minutes of data from the BLACKEST NIGHT's tactical display, which would show Darius's fleet blipping into reality without a FTL signature.
"It's not every day I see a whole goddamn fleet blip into reality without a FTL signature."
@chapter-master-darius
A ship the size of the INFINITY with a fleet in tow blipping into reality sends crew members of various species rushing to their posts aboard the point-blank class prowler BLACKEST NIGHT. But amidst the chaos, Spartan Dahl stands unbothered at the ship's tactical display.
"Alright people, standard first contact procedure. That big ship in front is a flagship if I've ever seen one. Hail it now and drop stealth, an olive branch is our best bet."
"This is Spartan Kai Dahl, commander of the UNSC Blackest Night and all local forces as per Emergency biohazard response UPSILON. Identify yourself and state your business."
@chapter-master-darius
Super soldiers, but not that kind (Closed thread with @multi-muse-transect)
It proved easy for Spartan Team Black to sneak through the city, even with the machines patrolling the streets. It was just a matter of keeping an eye on the tracker, and trusting their guts. Eventually, the four man fireteam would find what appears to be a civilian evac center, which they clear of hostiles quickly. But when all attempts to get the evac started fail, the Spartans decide to take up defensive positions and wait for the local military force to arrive.
@bl4ck-t34m
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Daniela waved off Dahl as the other reinforcement pods arrive. She really hopes that these guys are veterans cause she’s had it with these fanatics. The Helldiver on the right shakes his head in a daze before pausing and seeing Daniela.
“Lafayette? Is that you?” The diver addressed. Daniela gave a brief chuckle.
“Yeah it’s me. We got a problem.”
Dahl rolls his eyes inside his helmet, radios his team, and watches the reunion for a moment, before stepping forward to get their attention.
"As much as I hate to interrupt a reunion, my soldiers need supplies. I'm prepping a supply order, is there anything you might want? I can offer assault carbines, submachine guns, and sidearms. Nothing mind blowing, but I figure those would be the simplest to figure out."
@multi-muse-transect
Super soldiers, but not that kind (Closed thread with @multi-muse-transect)
It proved easy for Spartan Team Black to sneak through the city, even with the machines patrolling the streets. It was just a matter of keeping an eye on the tracker, and trusting their guts. Eventually, the four man fireteam would find what appears to be a civilian evac center, which they clear of hostiles quickly. But when all attempts to get the evac started fail, the Spartans decide to take up defensive positions and wait for the local military force to arrive.
@bl4ck-t34m
"Daniela Lafayette, I'm from the SES Wings Of Redemption. Cause I can't take this shit no more." Daniela responded as the reinforcement pods land behind her. More Helldivers arrive while she looks at the data on them.
"Good to put a name to the armor. Do you have the credentials necessary to get this evac going? I tried the terminal myself, then let my personal AI assistant FRET have a shot at spoofing the terminal, but nothing seems to work."
Spartan Dahl cocks his head slightly, as if listening to something, but Danielle wouldn't hear whatever he is hearing.
"We have company incoming. Automaton marching cadence, and some kind of aircraft. So we should hurry."
@multi-muse-transect
Super soldiers, but not that kind (Closed thread with @multi-muse-transect)
It proved easy for Spartan Team Black to sneak through the city, even with the machines patrolling the streets. It was just a matter of keeping an eye on the tracker, and trusting their guts. Eventually, the four man fireteam would find what appears to be a civilian evac center, which they clear of hostiles quickly. But when all attempts to get the evac started fail, the Spartans decide to take up defensive positions and wait for the local military force to arrive.
@bl4ck-t34m
“This is why I prefer working alone.” Daniela sighed shooting down a surviving Automaton. The Helldiver is about here when it comes to command. This made the creek look amateur. “They’re called Automatons. Machines made from humans. Don’t tell command about that.”
The Spartan doesn't even flinch when the automaton is shot.
"Wonder how that one snuck up on us. Regardless, preference for lone wolf shit or no, here we are. Now that I know what's happening, my fireteam will provide support."
The Spartan offers an outstretched hand for a handshake.
"Kai Dahl, leader of Spartan Fireteam Black, acting commander of the Point Blank class stealth cruiser, Blackest Night."
@multi-muse-transect
