Leman Russ here with the next backstory for my OC's in VTA Commando ATA' mass effect johnson. Luna; oh, can I tell another? Please? Me;no it is Marissa's turn, not to mention Lillith needs feeding. Anyways on with the story.
UNSC Dreadnought; Heras wraith.
'Loneflame has returned to THOR bay, all technicians to your posts'
the hangar bay has multiple THOR units in storage for transport and rapid transit, most are in various states of repair and rearming. "DAVE GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW" a loud bellow is heard from the exit platform of Loneflame. "ah shit, this wont be good" Dave muttered as he ran to Loneflame, he had learned pretty quickly not to piss off a woman with a caffeine addiction and a massive robot at here disposal, he may be a foot taller than here, but she scares the shit outta him. "now that you have arrived, please explain why your spanner collection was in my fridge, not to mention ALL my energy drinks had been drunk and the empty bottles put back? Well I'm waiting?" Marissa calmly asked Dave. Before he could respond a loud cry of "CHIMICHONGAS" was heard across the THOR bay. " and there is your answer Marissa, we've been trying to catch that twat since yesterday. I don't know who he is but he wears this bloody red and black bodysuit, carries two katanas and twin pistols. He probably drunk you energy drinks, and I've been looking for those spanners for a couple of hours now. Feel free to kick his teeth in. also your... interview is in 5 minutes in your quarters best get there quick" Dave said quickly and calmly whilst his mind was going; oh shit oh shit oh shit, run, quick, she's calm and has no caffeine, get out of there shiiiiiiit.
"thanks Dave, I guess you live for another day" she shouts back to him whilst running at full tilt to her quarters.
(five minutes later)
"I'm here, don't worry annnnnnnnd I'm speaking to a fucking drone, great." Marissa complained. "well I best get my bit over with, ugh. Well I'm from new Sparta on Damocles seven, my mum died when I was two, killed by a uggoy, little bastard goy him from behind, my mum killed the grunt but died from the plasma burns. My dad is a video game designer, last I heard, he was working on Halo 3, yeah I know, turns out the entertainment industry bought the rights to make a game of master chiefs missions that caused the end of the Human-Covenent war and the floods assualt, for the sake of 'moral' and not for a few billion credits that will be generated by the fuckton of people who want to be master chief. Actually I think johnson best get in touch, get his share of the royalties, after all he was there, I think I'll tell him after this. Anyway back on track, I joined the UNSC 10 years ago at the age of 18 as a trainee engineer/driver. They were surprised that I knew my way around a engine better than an sanghili practising his word katas, as well as a astonishing accuracy rate for shooting whilst moving. I was placed in the 666th scorpion company, we where the crazy, mistrustful, unit that went against orders if the result went against what we were taught to do, for example kill civilians, destroy allied structures, it didn't happen often but when it did, the commander in question usually got a 105mm HE enema. One time, on Heliopolis we 'requestioned' grizzly tank and went for a joy ride, that was fun. We got a severe ass chewing for it but, I regret nothing. Now I want 10 minutes of rest now get this drone out of here before I turn it into a bobble headed hula girl for Loneflame" too prove her point she draws a rather impressive Katana from beneath her bunk and starts walking slowly over too the Drone...