#sierra104

[sierra-104]

Clowns

"... Fuck..."

Whether on leave or in full MJOLNIR armor and fully armed, Fred-104 does not bruck with clowns, and will in fact recoil from them like a child.  

[sierra-104]

VNV Nation ~ "The Art Of Conflict"

"The art of war is of vital importance to the state

it is a matter of life and death

a road either to safety, or to ruin."

[sierra-104]

The Art of Conflict

He didn't remember why, when, or how he'd first gotten it in his head to listen to music while practicing his knife routines.  All he knew was that he enjoyed it.  Donning a wireless headset and queuing up the first in the lineup for his practice routine, Fred-104 stepped out onto the practice room floor, taking a moment to enjoy the fact that he was alone in this particular room on the combat deck as he rolled his shoulders once to stretch slightly as the first few beats of the song reached him. Clad in only his armor's bodysuit and the black BDU pants of his day-to-day kit, where most IIs would have felt most vulnerable he felt at ease.  Each long note that opened the song for the first few bars was a stretch, a slight warm up as he mapped out the circle in his mind's eye that composed the scope of his first routine, designed for multiple opponents from multiple angles. In his mind's eye, he could picture the timer of the combat deck's computer systems, creating and loading his hardlight opponents for the upcoming routine. 

With that the countdown in his mind's eye hit zero, as his opponents sprang into existence, and his hands closed around his blades, drawing them as the first lunged in for the attack. Fred met the first head on, weaving around the lunging strike with ease as he gave a short, sharp kick to the hardlight enemy to send it sprawling even as the second made it's move, it's attack blocked by one of Fred's own blades as he whirled to dispatch it with his second knife. One down. 

Divide and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence. Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemies' resistance without having to fight.

The music was loud, it's beat resounding pleasantly in time with his heartbeat as he caught the faintest sound of his first and third opponents approaching, knowing that the fourth and fifth were en route. He spun his blades between his fingers, as his lips quirked in a slight half-smile and he shifted his weight from leg to leg waiting for them, unconsciously moving in time to the song. While on the battlefield he was stoic, still as a statue until the time to spring into action came, off the battlefield he was an eager, energetic dynamo waiting to be released. 

If you know the enemy and you know yourself, you need not fear the results of 100 battles. 

Within range, he went on the offensive rather than the defensive this time, meeting his first and third head on. The hardlight opponents, run by combat deck AI, weren't expecting it, and it gave him the time he needed. A well aimed blade soared end over end, hit it's mark only seconds before his arm struck the other across the throat, clotheslining it. A quick dropkick to keep it down, and he turned the bounce of impact into a quick pivot in the air to turn, dropping into a crouch on landing to retrieve his thrown blade from the one he'd downed. 

Making no mistakes is what establishes the certainty of victory. For it means conquering an enemy that is already defeated.

The opponent he'd downed with the strikes stirred just to his right as he watched the approach of the fourth and fifth, and absent-mindedly he brought his blade down into it's chest hard enough that the hardlight fractured away and the tip of his blade hit the floor. "Step it up a notch, I'm getting bored here." He chuckled - hardlight opponents with human limitations were only so interesting. "Five second queue then start routine seven." 

Speed is the essence of war.

Five seconds to finish one routine and begin the next with a clean slate. Fred-104 pushed off, sprinting the short distance between himself and the final two targets without a noticeable rise in his heartbeat, throwing himself into the air at the end to pivot mid-air over the heads of his two targets, sinking blades in as hard as he could into the tops of their heads and letting their defeated forms steady him as he brought his body over and stuck the landing, their shells remaining just long enough for him to regain his footing before they vanished.  "Routine seven, engaged."  Sangheili, strong and agile, armed with their long plasma blades, striding towards him at the outskirts of the ring, earned another tight smile and there it was, the tiny surge of excitement that made his heartbeat quicken and the blood rush through his veins so that he could hear it in his ears even over the music. There it was, that feeling that he'd missed so much these past several years.  Feeling alive.  "Come on, give me a challenge..."

The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemies not coming, but on our own readiness to receive our enemy.

As the music played, Fred-104 laughed as he engaged his only worthy adversaries. 

The victorious strategist only seeks battle after the victory has been won; Whereas he who is destined for defeat, first fights then afterwards looks for victory. Speed is the essence of war.

[mcpo-john-117]

SPARTAN-II Blogs

[[OOC - I just somewhat realized that we don't really have a list of how many canon SPARTAN-II RPers there are here on Tumblr... 

I won't be listing all of the Master Chief RPers, as I know I'm one of many, but in terms of the others I currently know of:

Frederic-104 Sierra-104 - Far as I know, Sierra-104Mun is the only Fred on Tumblr... 

Jorge-052 S-052 - Also plays an awesome Spartan-IV by the name of Taggart.  Noble-5 - Played by the amazing noble-actual.  SpartanJorge-052 - Would like to get the ball rolling with RP (again? Not sure...). 

If there are any others that I missed that are active, please let me know? I just haven't found any others. 

[sierra-104]

"Lavender?! REALLY!?"

Fred-104 surveyed his armor with a look of mixed dismay and disgust. It's usual dark green tones were covered over in a light layer of removable, but very very lavender, paint. "... It's on now, John..."

[sierra-104]

Rorschach

Under a cut for gore and violence.

"With all due respect, I don't see why I'm here." "Lieutenant, if you cooperate, you won't have to be here much longer. Are you willing to play ball, to get this over with?" Frederic-104 sighed, as he gazed at the man sitting across from him through eyes rimmed with dark circles. Too many nights and too little sleep were what had landed him here, across from the portly, balding man. "... Fine." "Good, good," The psychiatrist smiled, as he took up a stack of cards and Fred resisted the urge to curl his lip in a snarl. "I'm sure you know the drill... The first thing that comes to mind?" With that, he held up one of the cards.

"A rose." A rose, blossoming from tightly curled bud into full bloom. Like the shock and spreading agony of the strike of an electrified baton as it was brought down on his back again and again, and still he fought and screamed until he was hoarse- "Good. And this?" "A bird." Like a hawk, descending on silent wings, he dropped down towards his target, blades held in either hand at the ready. The poor bastard never had a chance as blades sank into flesh like cruel talons, driven home straight downward through either shoulder- What kind of a bird?" "I don't know, do I look like a bird watcher? Wings, beak, tail." "Very well. And this?" "A butterfly." That was what it reminded him of, whenever he'd lay open a carotid artery from an enemy facing him. Innies, Sangheili, it was all the same. A long, dark incision and the sudden blossom of the spray on either side, driven by a racing heart, spattering over his hands and visor- "And this?" "A beetle." Like the ones that used to come a-crawling on long drops, drawn to the inevitable streaks of blood both human and alien that would never quite be washed off until he was retrieved, the ones that used to crawl on his visor, over his hands, if he stayed still too long on the ground- "And thi-" "Hands against glass."  "Lieutenant?" Hands against a polarized visor, specifically. Tiny hands, attached to tiny arms and shoulders, topped by a terrified child's face with wide, broken eyes as he carried her away from the broken, torn corpses of her family and the sounds of screaming in the wake of the Insurrectionist bombing- "Lieutenant?" "It's like looking at my hands pressed against glass, excited like a little kid, on a shuttle for leave. Like this." He held up both of his hands. "Very well... and this?" "... Eyes." All the eyes over the years, gazing up at his in terror, in horror, in hatred and fear. Human eyes. Alien eyes. Dead eyes locked skyward, glazed and questioning. Dead eyes locked on him, demanding an answer for his failure- "Very well then," The man sighed, setting aside the cards. "Let's move on, shall we?" "Mind if I step away to use the facilities?" "Not at all." The joke was on him, really. Frederic had no intentions of going back.

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[Infinity Headcanon] - Still Human

Frederic-104, in the ensuing years since the end of the Human-Covenant War, has started to come into his own as both a person and as an officer.

In the past five years, not only has he gone through and taken equivalency exams and done the coursework to earn himself a few degrees (a B.A. in Communications, and a B.S. in Biology) to ensure he keeps and is worthy of his officer's rank, but he's started taking a more active stance in command and in making his opinions on policy or the treatment of soldiers at his side or under his command known.

Fred's tendency towards empathizing with his fellow man hasn't gone away at all, and if anything it's only gotten stronger now that he's ostensibly been rolled into the IV Program and is serving more and more alongside normal people. While he's still very much apart from them, secretly he hopes to one day be able to just walk down a street in civilian clothes and not feel like he exists in a world apart.

[mcpo-john-117]

OoC: Since you opened yourself for art requests... Alyss-B312 riding an Archer missile into space, waving and waying "See yah later assholes!"

OOC - *head desk*