Aliens =Bijuu
Alien ranks compared to Halo Covenant:
Ichibi [raccoon dog] = Grunts (very common, short, stout, strength lies in their numbers)
Nibi [cat] = Jackals (common, slight, quick, agile, excellent snipers)
Sanbi [turtle] = Hunters (rare, near-impenetrable outer armor, but weak flesh underneath)
Yonbi [ape] = Brutes (common, gorilla-like, great physical strength, usually in leadership positions)
Gobi [whale horse] = Elites (common, intelligent, agile, fast, strong, always in leadership positions)
Rukobi [slug] = Prophets (extremely rare, leaders of the alien alliance, non-combative)
Shichibi [rhino beetle] = Drones (very common, beetle-like, flying aliens, no intelligence)
Hachibi [octopus bull] = Engineers (rare, extremely intelligent, manages Bijuu technology, non-combative)
Kyuubi [fox] = Scarab (extremely rare, ultimate Bijuu weapon, capable of leveling a city in seconds)
Federation Year 334
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/:/:/ AUDIO FILE - ALPHA SQUAD - RETRIEVAL MISSION - FAILED/::/:/
"Crow in position. Team, report."
"Shark in position."
"Scorpion in position."
"Boomer in position."
"... That's not your name."
"What if I don't like my name, yeah? I like Boomer."
"That's a stupid name, kid. Just stick with Pyro."
"Shut up, Sas- "
"Both of you shut up."
"Yes, Captain." Both voices gulped.
A female titter could be heard over the comms. "They never change do they?"
"Continue report."
"Yeah, yeah. Nightingale is in the nest."
There is static, and another frequency joins the conversation. "This is Crane, calling in from forward." The voice is female, distant, the connection unsteady and filled with white noise. "I've infiltrated the enemy base and hacked into their network. Package is being contained in the holding cells on the fifth sublevel."
"Good work, Crane." Crow's voice can be heard over the comms. "Get yourself outta there. Don't get yourself killed."
"Already on it." Crane replied, her connection cutting off.
Movement can be heard by several of the Spartans, the faintest clink of armor and the creaking of tight skinsuit mesh. Then the sound of crunching grass, just barely audible, metal against rock, and then her feet touching solid ground.
"I'm in the nest." Crane says. "With Nightingale."
"Crane has cleared the area." Crow suddenly spoke. "Prepare for infiltration. We have two hours before the airstrike. We get in; we get out. No heroics today, got it?"
There is a chorus of 'yes sirs' and 'aye, captain'.
And then there is just movement. The sounds of several people breathing begins to slow, until they are all synced, breathing in and breathing out like a single entity. There is the sound of leaves rustling, soil under foot, and then it changes in the staccato of boots on hard concrete flooring. Minutes pass, and no one speaks. There are grunts and hums of acknowledgement as the soldiers sign hand signals at each other.
The sound of movement slows, and then stills.
Someone tinkers with something, accompanied by the sound of snapping wires and tapping keys.
"Lift has been hacked." Scorpion whispers.
The comms fall back into silence, interrupted only by the steady hum and whoosh of a lift as it descended the levels of the base. The hum deepens as the lift comes to a stop, and then silence again.
There are several clicks as the soldiers arm their guns and the sound of movement as they fall into defensive stances.
The sound of doors sliding open.
"Clear." Crow speaks, and they are moving again. "Entering sublevel five."
Their heartbeats are faster now, but their breathing remained deep and calming, in through the nose and our through their mouths.
Crane comes back online, her connection still spotty, however this time it is not because she is the one behind enemy lines. "The holding cells are on the right wing."
"Found it." Crow replies, and again there is the sound of tinkering and tapping keys.
The sound of skinsuit mesh creaking as the team falls into a defensive stance.
The hall is empty.
A tense silence falls over the group, and this time they take even slower steps into the corridor.
"Where are all the guards?" Shark's deep, guttural voice asks, suspicion creeping into his tone.
"I don't like this, yeah." Pyro's voice says.
There is a pause, and then their footsteps are hurrying over the floor.
"Package sighted. Scorpion, unlock this." Crow commands.
The sound of an energy generator cuts off, and then the slide of iron bars.
"Dr. Shitsure?" Crow asks, and there is the sound of movement, creaking mesh and clinking armor plating. Then he curses.
"Captain?"
"Package is terminated." Crow growls, and the other members of the team mutters profanities.
"Guys!" Nightingale's voice slices into their comms. "Get out now! It's a trap! Several bogeys moving into base!"
"Time to go!" Shark growls, and suddenly the frequency is filled with the sound of movement, louder than before now that they weren't in stealth mode.
Metal boots clank against the floor as the soldiers make a dash out of the holding cells.
"Crane, is there another exit other than the lift?" Crow demands.
Shuffling, presumably Crane checking blueprints of some sort. "Yes, a manual exit in the left wing connecting to the stairwell. Fairly out of the way, you should be able to get to the second floor before they find you."
"You heard the lady." Crow says to his subordinates. The sound of boots changes into a jarring echo as the team enters the stairwell.
"Passing fourth level... passing third level... Second lev - shit!"
Bullets are fired, curses are spewed.
"Pyro, throw a grenade and lock that door!" Crow commands.
"Already on it." Click, grunt, the grenade is tossed.
Shark is heard grunting, accompanied by the sound of a door slamming shut. The metal creaks as a small explosion rocks it from behind. But the squadron is already on the move, more clanking as armor plates drag across cement walls and heavy boots slam into the stairs.
"Get outta there." Nightingale's worried voice enters the comms. "Get outta there now!"
"Take the south exit!" Crane's voice orders them. "Less targets."
"Gotcha." One of the soldiers replies, but at this point they're all panting and their voices strained, and it is hard to tell who it was that replied.
The sound of a door banging open.
Guns fire, round after round, a staccato - brrrrrr - accompanied by the dying screeches of the enemy.
"Move, move, move!" Crow yells, and suddenly the comms are filled with noise and more gunshots and energy crackle.
"We have incoming on our six!" Shark yells into the comms.
On another frequency, there is the sound of a click, latching, and a bolt sliding into place.
"Covering fire." Nightingale says, her voice suddenly devoid of emotion as she begins to fire. She grunts as she absorbs the force of the shot into her shoulder, and half a second later, there is a crack accompanied by a small sonic boom.
"Headshot." Her please voice purrs.
Several more cracks split the sound of battle, and the blips on the radar screen being to diminish dramatically, Nightingale humming under her breath.
"Clear of immediate area." Crow interrupts her.
"Pulling out." Nightingale replies immediately, the sound of her armor creaking. "Meeting back at -"
"Everybody down!" Crane screams.
There is a collective gasp, a sonic boom, and the comms frequency goes dead for a few seconds. Then there's a low whine, and it comes back online, instantly filled with chatter.
"The fuck was that!"
"Shit, its a dropship!"
"Enemy reinforcements!" Nightingale snarls. The sound of a magazine clicking into place, her gun cocking.
"Retreat now!" Crow orders. "Crane, how's our escape route?"
The woman swears loudly. "They shot down our exit! Another carrier is en route, but we need to hold them off until then!"
"We're fucking outnumbered ten to -"
KAAAABOOOOOOOOM!
Lying down on at lookout position, Nightingale and Crane gasp, covering their heads with their arms as the blast of soil and debris fly into the air.
An alien Bijuu dropship swoops into the area, plasma cannons firing anywhere and everywhere. The air is filled with dust and dirt, making the world around them barely visible. Only the piercing lights of the alien ship can cut through the haze, hovering just above the ground.
Nightingale peeks through her scope, flicking it to infrared, and counted the reinforcements as they jumped out of the ship.
"Dammit." She hisses into her helmet. "I'm counting three platoons, three leaders, twenty-four grunts. Yonbi and ichibi ranks!"
Crane's fingers fly across the screen of a hand-sized projection screen, speaking hurriedly into a separate frequency as she converses with their incoming carrier.
"...the fuck you mean tean more minutes!" Crane hisses. "We need that extraction now!"
Nightingale swivels her gun to the left, using the sensors in her scope to seek out the rest of the squad. "Crow, you there?"
The static is broken by coughing. "Y-Yeah..." He replies. "Team, report!"
"I'm alive." Scorpion mutters, giving a cough.
"Not dead yet." Shark makes a spitting noise, either dirt or blood, perhaps both.
"I'm kinda dead..." Pyro's voice is strained. His coughing is wet, alarming his team.
Crane's head snaps down as she reconnects her communication to their carrier. "I need a medical team ready and waiting for extraction!"
"Pyro, report." Crow commands.
More coughing, the sound of liquids on his tongue. "Debris." He hacks again. "Puncture me right in the lung."
"I've found him." Scorpion interrupts, and across the frequency they can hear the sound of creaking armor and grunting as Scorpion helps Pyro stand.
Nightingale curses suddenly. "Those reinforcements are closing in! Get Pyro outta there! We still gotta hold 'em off for six or so minutes."
"Goddammit." Shark snarls, and through the comms they can hear him putting away his assault rifle and pulling out the SMGs he kept at his hips, which he liked to dual-wield in close quarters.
"Nightingale, buy us some time." Crow tells her. "We're regrouping at the nest."
Her answer is the sound of H1 rounds splitting the skies, cracking as the shots hit their marks. The enemy heat signatures scattered as one of their platoon leaders face-planted, a hole through the yonbi's forehead turning into a gaping hole in the back of the ape-looking alien's head.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Damn, that last yonbi leader keeps dodging." She mutters, eyes squinting into her scope. "You've still got eighteen on your tail!"
"Looks like we'll be joining combat after all." Crane mutters next to her, and catches Nightingale's eye. "Six minutes."
"Six minutes can be an awfully long time." A dry male voice interrupts them from behind.
They whirl around them and see Scorpion standing there with an unconscious Pyro in his arms. The women rush over to the two, Scorpion carefully setting Pyro down on the grass.
"He's lost a lot of blood." Scorpion told them, his voice was devoid of emotion, but there was worry in his eyes.
"Nightingale, there's a medic box in my pack." Crane immediately crouches down and begins to check Pyro's wounds.
Not two seconds later, Crow and Shark show up behind Scorpion, walking backwards with their guns trained on the dark trees behind them.
"This place isn't secure." Crow says as he glances around the shadows cast by the uneven land around them, their position hidden between two of the outcrops, the moon serving as their only light. "We've still got plenty of bogeys behind us."
"If I don't patch up Pyro now, he's dead." Crane snapped, snatching the first aid kit from Nightingale and pulling out a wire and needle.
"Then do it quickly." Nightingale said as she hefted her sniper rifle up and glanced into the scope, scanning the area with her scope, the infrared penetrating through the hillscape and locking onto the approaching heat signatures. "Shit, they're already here."
"How many?" Crow demanded.
"Fifteen."
"Scorpion, stay here and guard Crane and Pyro." Crow ordered. "Shark, Nightingale, with me."
Everyone grunted in acknowledgement, Nightingale dropping her sniper rifle next to Crane and changed weapons to the assault rifle strapped to her back. She and Shark fell into position behind Crow, flanking their captain as the squad of three crouched and went out to meet their enemies.
Crow's eyes began to glow red behind his visor as his genetic enhancements kicked in, his pupils dilating and the irises gleaming crimson as his sight sharpened and pierced the night. He could see the heat signatures of their enemeis, fifteen, one yonbi leader and fourteen ichibi grunts.
"On our eleven and two o'clock."
Nightingale dropped into the shadows and disappeared while Crow and Shark crept up on the first half of the group. Without glancing at each other, they each took different targets.
Crow jerked his chin.
The night was lit by small flares as their guns fired, Shark downing two, Crow taking out the leader with a shot to the chest and one in the head, and then Nightingale jumped out of the shadows and mowed down the rest of the grunts.
Ten targets.
Nine.
Eight.
Nightingale ducked as an ichibi attempted to jump onto her back from behind, grabbing its neck and slamming it into the ground, crushing its head and cracking the ground.
Seven.
Six.
An alien knocked one of Shark's SMGs out of his hand, swiping at him with its claws, but he jumped out of the way, and in a single motion, drew a knife from his armor and rammed it into the alien's chest, slashing down and cutting it open.
Five.
Crow ducked as two energy blasts soared over his head and shot two more without even blinking.
Three.
Nightingale threw a knife into one of the alien's breathing tanks, the gas spewing out as the alien began to wheeze in the foreign atmosphere. At the same moment, Crow fired a single shot from his rifle, and the friction ignited the gas tank, blowing up the last three ichibi.
Zero.
*shhhh shhh* "Guys!" Crane's voice came online, "The carrier is here! We gotta hurry though! More Bijuu forces incoming!"
Crow, Shark, and Nightingale turned tail and ran back to the rest of the squad, just in time to see a small Fed cruiser touching down not far from them. Not even slowing down as they neared Scorpion, Crane, and Pyro, the squad ran to the extraction cruiser. The vehicle was rising into the air before its hatch had even closed, the wind whipping around the and whistling between the vents in their helmets.
Two medics were already crowding around Pyro, yanking off his armor and skinsuit, pumping the blood out of his lung and setting up a handheld IV.
The hatch closed, but they weren't out of danger yet. The squadron strapped themselves into the seats lining the walls of the cruiser, the medics lifted Pyro onto a table in teh back and strapped him down as well. They wore halters that kept them leashed to the ship as they performed surgery mid-flight. The ship shuddered and veered sharply several times as it avoided enemy combatants, the sound of energy blasts and the whir of bullets echoed into the chamber from the skies outside.
Only when they touched down in the carrier did the Spartans heave a sigh.
Pyro was wheeled into the medical bay while Alpha Team marched into the commander's office. After reporting in, the team returned to the barracks. People stared up at them as they walked by, the legendary Spartan supersoldiers.
The Spartans stood a foot or more taller than the average human. Their armor glinted where the light hit the cracks and dents in the metal plates, their boots landing heavily on the walkways. Even the female Spartans were at least six foot, and the men standing at seven feet tall. They rarely showed their faces to the masses, instead they kept their helmets and armor on, unless they were relaxing in the barracks.
Entering their quarters, the door slid shut, and only then did the soldiers relax, feeling a little more human.
Crow pulled off his helmet first helmet off and set it on his bed, shaking his ebony hair out of his eyes. It was almost two inches longer than regulation, and was the most he could get away with before the commander made him shave it off completely. His eyes glinted red in the light, one of his genetic enhancements provided by ONI.
Shark let out a deep sigh as he rolled his shoulders, blue skin shining with sweat. The blue skin was an unexpected side-effect of the augmentation process, and taking it in stride, Shark had gotten gills tattooed onto his neck and had his teeth sharpened on Mizu. He was the tallest Spartan yet, standing at almost eight feet tall, towering over even his fellow supersoldiers.
Scorpion was already falling into bed, still with his armor on, his curly crimson hair sticking in odd directions. They almost always slept in their armor lately, with the war in full swing and the Federation desperately trying to hold out against the Bijuu. Spartans were called into action at all hours of the day, and with humanity losing the war, they were busier than ever.
Crane walked in with her arm out in front of her, a projection from the device in her forearm flickering with graphs and calculations, her hazel eyes flickering across the information at the speed of light. She paused to take off her helmet, hair so dark it gleamed blue sticking to her face.
"Pyro's gonna live." She told them.
"Che, we knew he would." Shark said gruffly, crossing his arms over his wide chest. "It takes a lot more than a mere flesh wound to take down a Spartan."
Despite this, the atmosphere in the room relaxed.
Nightingale sank down onto her bed and leaned her elbows onto her knees. She sighed, pulled off her helmet, and ran her hands through her short pink hair.
Another battle won.
Federation Year 334
The horns blasted and crowds cheered as the class of Federation Year 334 walked onto the stage. They were the first graduating class of the New Harvard and AMA merger.
On one side of the stage hung the banner for New Harvard, and on the opposite side of the stage hung the banner for the Ames Military Academy. The stadium shuddered with the throng of people that sat within, families and friends yelling encouraging words as the graduates walked onto the stage. Under the AMA banner stood the military students on risers, standing straight in their neatly pressed, perfectly clean uniforms, chins up, looking straight, stock-still. Across from them, the New Harvard students were less stoic, and were constantly moving as they searched the stands for friendly faces, waving and family, and chattering excitedly to the people next to them.
Somehow, Naruto caught Hinata's eye, even though he was standing with the AMA students and was not allowed to move at all. He winked, and felt his chest warm when she blushed like a tomato. Despite that they had dated all through college (and were secretly engaged), every time Naruto looked at her, it was like falling in love with her all over again.
"You two are disgusting." Sasuke muttered next to him, his eyes forward and lips barely moving.
"Don't be jealous just because you have the emotional capabilities of a brick." Naruto chuckled back.
On the other side of Sasuke, Kiba joined in. "No, I agree with Icecube here. You and Hina are so lovey-dovey I wanna puke."
"Don't make me break rank." Naruto threatened good-naturedly. Four years, and his friends still could not stand to watch Hinata and Naruto fawn over each other.
"Would all of you shut up?" Shikamaru drawled from his position in the stand behind them. "The Sergeant is looking this way.
Even though Shikamaru would have graduated two years before them, the genius had stayed in the college to earn his PhD in Aerospace and Astrospace Engineering (yeah, he's a hardcore nerd). He already had several offers from both the military and contracting research firms, but he already knew where he was head. Like his father before him, Shikamaru was heading in the block ops - as a child his father had told him all about the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) a branch of the Federation that technically did not exist and Shikamaru never planned to work anywhere else but there.
Rumors of ONI supersoldiers (Titans? Olympians? Something like that) had been circulating the space-net for a few years now, and Shikamaru was determined to get his hands on that research. Glancing down, Shikamaru's eyes lingered on a head of platinum blonde hair that stood in the front row of the military students.
Halfway into her college career, Ino had shocked them all by quitting the cheer team and dropping out of New Harvard, and then showing up to the AMA field practice in the morning. The whole campus went into a state of shock when their cheerleading captain suddenly joined the ranks of the military academy.
She broke the space-net when it turned out that she was damn good too. Her first day at practice, the boys made the mistake of going easy on her, and in less than two seconds, she had three full-grown men on their backs and moaning in pain.
As it turns out, her father had been ONI black ops as well, under the nonexistent Torture and Interrogation unit.
Yet somehow, none of her friends were surprised that Ino was the deadliest cheerleader in the galaxy. She had always been wicked smart, perfectionist, and slightly sadistic. Her cheer team could attest to that (although, thanks to her, New Harvard cheer was the best team on the planet).
So now Ino stood with the AMA students at graduation, while Hinata and Sai were the only remaining civilians in their group of friends. Across the stage, Sai leaned over to Hinata and whispered something into her ear. She turned to the crowd and gasped, tears of happiness running down her face when she saw that her older cousin and brother-figure, Hyuuga Neji, had managed to make it to her graduation.
He smiled gently at her, standing straight in his Federation uniform, giving her a small salute. Beside him, her father Hiashi was smiling as well, while her sister Hanabi jumped up and down, waving at her like crazy.
The whine of a microphone shushed the crowd as the New Harvard president walked onto the stage.
"Hello everyone! We are pleased to welcome our students and teachers, friends and family, to the graduation of the New Harvard and AMA class of Fed year 334!" The man spoke. He rambled off into a speech of hope and inspiration, patriotism to the Federation, grand futures for all, blah blah...
"... a special cheer for the students of the Ames Military Academy, who will now be going on to serve in the Federation, in protection of our race against the invading Bijuu."
The stadium became tense as the mention of the war. In the Fed year 330, the Bijuu had become known to the public. The Federation had announced war upon the alien invasion, and while at first many had found it hard to believe, they were forced to confront the truth as colony after colony fell to the Bijuu. Entire worlds simply went silent and stopped contacting the rest of the Federation. It seemed like humanity was fighting a losing war, but they had no choice. It was fight, or extinction.
The Federation had never seen such a surge in recruits. Military academies were outnumbering college 2:1 now, with an almost equal amount of volunteer from both genders. The civil conflict between the outer colonies and the inner colonies no longer mattered (not that there were many outer colonies left now). Humanity was fighting for survival.
The AMA students stood up straighter as their sergeant scanned them, taking the mic from the New Harvard president and addressing his students.
"What you see here," He gestured to the civilian crowd behind him, "Are what we are fighting for. For our friends. For our families. For the right to go to college and not to war. You will not have this right. But if we do not fight against the Bijuu, neither will your children."
The AMA sergeant turned to speak to the crowd. "The brave young men and women that you see before you are the epitome of the human spirit. For generations, humanity has fought for survival, expanding our frontiers and ever-charging towards the horizon. But never have we fought a war with such meaning."
Sniffles were heard in the crowd.
"Tonight these young soldiers will go back to their dorms and pack their bags. In the morning, they will report for duty at the Federation Space Station." He turned back to his students, a heavy look in his eyes. "You will then meet you new family - the soldiers who will stand beside you in defense of our existence. You will see new worlds and you will travel farther across space than you could even imagine."
He paused. "Not all of you will make it back." The stadium fell silent.
"But you will all be in our prayers." The sergeant continued. "And by answering the call of duty, you have made us all proud. As of today, you are all heroes."
Naruto sniffled suspiciously, and in the front row, Ino hardly flinched as tears rolled down her cheeks. Hinata was shamelessly crying into Sai's shoulder.
"And heroes never die."
Federation Year 311 (eighteen years prior to Bijuu Encounter)
:/:/ENCRYPTED - CONFIDENTIAL/:/::/
To: Dr. Tsunade (####Senju ### )
From: ||||||||||| (####ONI ###.gov)
Subject: SPARTAN recruit 113
ARE YOU OUT OF YOU FUCKING MIND SENJU?
I OUGHT TO FIRE YOU AND KICK OUT OF BOTH THE MILITARY AND THE ENTIRE ACADEMIC COMMUNITY FOR THIS!
DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN WHEN THE UCHIHA FIND OUT ABOUT THIS?
To: ||||||||||| (####ONI ###.gov)
From: Dr. Tsunade (####Senju ### )
Re: Subject: SPARTAN recruit 113
Subject 113 is the ideal participant for the SPARTAN program. He is years beyond his peers both physically and mentally. You gave me free reign to select the recruits who I deemed capable of surviving the testing, and I did. 113 was handpicked by me, the creator of the SPARTAN process, for a reason.
The Uchiha will not find out about their son. When my people extracted him - which, by the way, he nearly fought them off, and he was only 5 fed years - they replaced him with an identical and sentient clone.
How funny that this is the only instance that you have a problem with kidnapping and replacing with a clone. There were plenty of other SPARTAN subjects who went through the same thing.
To: Dr. Tsunade (####Senju ### )
From: ||||||||||| (####ONI ###.gov)
Because the Uchiha family have a monopoly of the weapon trade! That family OWNS the military! You fucking KIDNAPPED THEIR FIRST BORN SON FOR A GENETIC EXPERIMENT!
I demand that you give him back at once!
When I let you choose any child you wanted for this program, I meant those who were insignificant! Orphans, civilians - not the equivalent of fucking Federation royalty!
To: ||||||||||| (####ONI ###.gov)
From: Dr. Tsunade (####Senju ### )
Re: Subject: SPARTAN recruit 113
It's too late. Subject 113 had already had his memories wiped and begun the training program. The Uchiha family already have their son, the clone is a perfect replication of Itachi. In a few years he will die a natural death, and the Uchiha will be none-the-wiser.
Subject 113 is no longer their son. He is the property of the Federation.
It is done.
To: Dr. Tsunade (####Senju ### )
From: ||||||||||| (####ONI ###.gov)
This is the last time, Senju. You might be the most brilliant scientist in the galaxy, but one more incident like this and I'm pulling you out. ALL of you funding and ALL of you experiments will be FROZEN.
Continue with your fucking supersoldiers. But if the Uchiha ever find out about this, we are leaving you to hang. You will not be protected by the Federation. And the Uchiha will ruin you.
So don't fuck up.
/:/::/ ONI/ENCRYPTED/ONI - FILE - CLASSIFIED LEVEL DOUBLED RED/:/::/
/:/:/SPARTAN PROJECT - GENERATION 1/:/:/::/
././:/ {Test Subject 256}:/./::/
Origin: System 954 - Planet 630 - Ame Colony (annihilated)
Name: Konan
Code Name: Crane
Acquired: Taken Fed. Year 310 (orphan)
Age: Acquired at 6 Fed. years, currently 29 Fed. years
Training: 83% success rate - 7/10 kill rate
Augmentation: Success - 214 of 300 survivors; 49 terminated
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black
Height: Biologically 1.6 m / 5'5ft - After Augmentation 1.8m / 6'3ft
Weight: Biologically 45kg / 100lbs - After Augmentation 70.7kg / 156lbs
Status: Active - Alpha Squad
Position: Sniper II - Tactician/Coordinator - Long range combat
Comments: Acceptable in close range combat, but shines when given a scope and a rifle. She's smart, but anit-social. Suggest for AI modification. Request for Beta Squad.
I never knew writing Sci-fi would be so much fun!
Oh please, someone leave a review! I need to know your thoughts!
So, Naruto&Co. are joining the military.
Sakura and the Akatsuki are already Spartans. Thoughts?
And yes, Ino is an ass-whooping space cheerleader. No, I am not ashamed.
~Lilithia