Franklin Mendez

Senior Chief Petty Officer

[wasted-or-spent]

Well done, Squad Leader

Indie, Minorly Selective, Canon Muse(s)

[in-command-of-the-unsc]

// I do still tend to RP on Discord, but I’m going to try Tumblr again.

And probably fail again. But I’ll try!

Also, if anyone would like my Discord feel free to ask.

[machina-55-deactivated20160127]

Reblog if you RP in the Halo Universe

//: Let’s get together and do stuff. It’s way to quiet around here.

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog this post to let mutuals know you’re a-okay with them spamming you with ic asks / memes at any time!! Spontaneous interactions are great, fam

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

[acr1ms0n-d3scend]

Hell yes my inbox is always open.

[in-command-of-the-unsc]

// Hey everyone, so, after probably about a month total I trust myself to do threads again. I will attempt to respond to old threads, but if people would rather start new ones that is perfectly fine with me.

I will reblog this with every blog this applies too. I will also reblog this with my main just in case.

[theonlydeliverable-blog]

Reblog if you are a Halo/Halo friendly RP blog

I’m new to the community and need to fill the dash!

[in-command-of-the-unsc]

// Hey everyone, so, after a bit of a hiatus, I’m here.

I don’t myself to not just run out of creativity on threads, but I’m more than happy to answer asks.

Terrence is too.

I’ll reblog this with every blog this applies to.

[argumate]

tumblr doesn’t even pretend to show me notifications any more, if you say something to me and I see it it’s purely because I stumbled upon it by chance in an enchanted grotto deep in the moonlit forest at midnight and will never find it again.

[evilsupplyco]

if you tag me in something and I don’t respond, I didn’t see it, I’m not ignoring you, I love attention

[wasted-or-spent]

"Did I do a wrong?" @kedvesorias

Sometimes the younger ones made minor grammar mistakes that almost made him laugh.

Today was not that day.

“What’s wrong, trainee, is that you are focusing on me instead of your objective! Move!”

@kedvesorias

[kedvesorias]

Fear flavored the young Spartan's voice. His nerves clouded his thoughts to the point where he couldn't even properly get words out.

Target practice was always the most challenging part of a day's training. Jorge could run, he could climb,he could spar, strategize and do anything else required of him. But when it came time to home his marksmanship, rarely could the boy make a killing blow.

@wasted-or-spent

[wasted-or-spent]

“You call that marksmanship 052? I’ve seen babies that can shoot better! Do you need remedial lessons, or should I save everyone time and send you to Section III now?”

Typically Franklin preferred a more open and (if only slightly) encouraging method of instruction, but at times he needed to crack down. Fear was the best motivator after all.

@kedvesorias

[wasted-or-spent]

"Was this a test?" @mxchineandnerve

“Did you learn something, Squad Leader?”

Mendez asked the young trainee, looking down his nose at John. Standing at parade rest, Franklin looked out across the field of injured Drill Instructors.

@mxchineandnerve

[mxchineandnerve]

The young Spartan turned as white as a sheet upon being met with Chief Mendez’s disapproving gaze. Was it disapproval, or was it disappointment? John wasn’t sure. He knew in his gut that whatever sort of look Mendez was giving him, it wasn’t a good one. The young man had asked the same question to his superior not three months ago. He had asked that question after having slaughtered fellow soldiers, after having learned that his alterations could be truly monstrous without proper control.  Control was what he was trying to master not a few moments ago, but the fresh blood on his knuckles said otherwise. He wouldn’t murder his own, not again, but something told the young man that he already had.  @wasted-or-spent​

[wasted-or-spent]

“Well?”

Mendez asked, sharper. Not scolding, just slightly impatient. His face may have seemed disapproving, but his eyes...

They were the key. They were proud.

Of what? Who knew?

You’re scared. Good. Fear grounds you.

Franklin started walking, not bothering to tell Trainee 117 to follow. He knew John would.

Walking through the field injured instructors almost amused him, thirty to forty year old men groaning and muttering profanities at a teen.

But he couldn’t afford amusement. Not now. Not ever.

Not anymore.

@mxchineandnerve

[mxchineandnerve]

The young Spartan trailed closely behind. His gaze was as intense as it was long, but he'd rather stare at anything than the blood on his hands.

Some of those instructors weren't even moving.

John couldn't think of an answer. Well he could, but none of them would satisfy Mendez, or himself. All the boy's thoughts still laid behind where his victims were.

@wasted-or-spent

[wasted-or-spent]

“117,” Mendez began as he kept walking. One instructor reached out at him, and he simply marched by. “if you are faced with overwhelming force. What do you do?”

Hands clasped in the small of his back, Mendez turned onto a path and headed towards Big Horn River. Well, one of the fords on said river.

“How do you win, 117? You, a single soldier, against an army.”

Logically, you’d retreat and wait for reinforcements before ambushing the enemy.

But with Mendez, the most obvious answer only made you go hungry when it was inevitably wrong.

@mxchineandnerve

[gamelpar]

“I…believe I understand, sir. But which was it on this last mission? Lives spent? Or lives wasted?”

— John-117 to Chief Mendez on the Spartan-IIs that died due to complications from the augmentation surgeries. ‘Halo: The Fall of Reach’ (via 117–087)

[general-buir]

ooc announcement

//

A few days ago, I posted a quick doodle of Shaak Ti with a menorah/Hanukkiah as my happy holiday message/thank-you gift for 175.  There’s been a historic lack of Jewish rep in fandom spaces, and as a Jew, I felt like it’d be fun for me to contribute some of my traditions.

Needless to say, opening my inbox this morning to find an antisemitic slur was not a fun experience.

The Anon has since been blocked and reported, but this is a friendly reminder that Anti-Semitism, along with homophobia, racism, islamophobia, and bigotry of any kind is not tolerated here. 

[arctic-the-archaic]

The Mun of the blog I rbed this from is a great friend of mine, and I refuse to tolerate this. Nothing of the sort has appeared here as of yet, but if it does so help me God, I will not be happy.

[wasted-or-spent]

"Was this a test?" @mxchineandnerve

“Did you learn something, Squad Leader?”

Mendez asked the young trainee, looking down his nose at John. Standing at parade rest, Franklin looked out across the field of injured Drill Instructors.

@mxchineandnerve

[mxchineandnerve]

The young Spartan turned as white as a sheet upon being met with Chief Mendez’s disapproving gaze. Was it disapproval, or was it disappointment? John wasn’t sure. He knew in his gut that whatever sort of look Mendez was giving him, it wasn’t a good one. The young man had asked the same question to his superior not three months ago. He had asked that question after having slaughtered fellow soldiers, after having learned that his alterations could be truly monstrous without proper control.  Control was what he was trying to master not a few moments ago, but the fresh blood on his knuckles said otherwise. He wouldn’t murder his own, not again, but something told the young man that he already had.  @wasted-or-spent​

[wasted-or-spent]

“Well?”

Mendez asked, sharper. Not scolding, just slightly impatient. His face may have seemed disapproving, but his eyes...

They were the key. They were proud.

Of what? Who knew?

You’re scared. Good. Fear grounds you.

Franklin started walking, not bothering to tell Trainee 117 to follow. He knew John would.

Walking through the field injured instructors almost amused him, thirty to forty year old men groaning and muttering profanities at a teen.

But he couldn’t afford amusement. Not now. Not ever.

Not anymore.

@mxchineandnerve

[wasted-or-spent]

"Did I do a wrong?" @kedvesorias

Sometimes the younger ones made minor grammar mistakes that almost made him laugh.

Today was not that day.

“What’s wrong, trainee, is that you are focusing on me instead of your objective! Move!”

@kedvesorias

[wasted-or-spent]

"Was this a test?" @mxchineandnerve

“Did you learn something, Squad Leader?”

Mendez asked the young trainee, looking down his nose at John. Standing at parade rest, Franklin looked out across the field of injured Drill Instructors.

@mxchineandnerve