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Notrous's perspective
"Great I wonder what this is about?" my roommate Erik asked even though he already knew the answer. "Shut up and tell me what's going on, you obviously know." I impatiently said shoving him. "Hey calm down and I will tell you Ryan." He laughed. "Fine" I rudely responded. "The meeting is about our new armours we get today and how to use them, we also learn how to..." he tried to say as I cut him off. "Look there the smart-ass Private first class 'leader of ours' Kyle!" I jokingly stated as I pointed towards him. "He looks a little hurt what did you do?" Erik asked. "I just gave him a little trouble for rooting around in my space, anyway as you were saying" I stated as I tried to change the subject. "The armours we get are designed to fit our battle records, the suits match our behaviour because of the implants we had, they are just basics for now but each pair has different armour calibrations." He stated in a smartass remark. "Wait what do you mean pairs?" I confusingly asked. "the suits are paired up in twos, each set goes to a pair of roommates, however since I am a senior officer and have been here longer than you guys, I get to pick my suit that will enhance my skills the best." He bragged. "Thanks a lot buddy now I'm probably stuck with some deadweight teammate that can't hold his own." I regrettably stated. Then suddenly the lights in the ops center dimmed and 10 rows of double set armour lowered from the ceiling attached to operating machines fidgeting to finish last adjustments. The commander stood in front of the suits but swayed uneasily as if he wanted to keep his distance from them, he then straightened up and smirked. "Welcome Spartans, I'm glad to see that you all successfully recovered from surgery and as a celebration we have some gear for you. This gear isn't a toy and will become part of your day to day life. So before you rush to your armour, petty officer Erik would like to explain a little on how they work" the commander stated as he anxiously turned the attention towards Erik. Erik began to talk but i didn't listen, I was too busy trying to spot out which armour had my tag on it. I glanced back and forth at the suits then at my uniform reading off my newly received pin. "SL13, SL14, SL16, SL17! There it is!" I thought in my head while the debriefing continued. I examined the armour thoroughly; it appeared to be a sniper classification noticeable by the 50cal rounds attached in an ammo holster along the left leg-plate. And the narrow pointed helmet that read Mjollnir mk 6 scout along the edge. I got to thinking how many tactics that were thought to be impossible that are now possible but then I heard Erik finishing up his speech. "... and as I said before the armour is linked directly to your motor functions so take baby steps people, now go ahead and suit up. We have matches to run in these bad boy's first thing tomorrow morning." He stated as he went towards the mass of people scuttling around suits. I decided not to wait until the commotion died down and I went straight towards my designated suit and stepped onto its platform. Suddenly I felt the machines come to life around me as it raised the platform I stood on into the ceiling from where it came, it raised me up into a cubical room that had very little light where a thin black one-piece nano-suit laid across a bench I stripped down and put the nano-suit on as I was instructed to do by the A.I controlling the machines, once i had the suit on the machines then circled around me until they reached the main points from the surgery. " this can't be good" I remarked as they began to start up. They re-punctured the holes that were left open from the surgery and to my surprise it didn't hurt as awfully as I thought it would but that was to be expected with my high pain tolerance I thought to myself as I twitched and jerked as the machines ended the insertion. They moved back towards the suit that stood in front of me and to my amazement they took it apart chunk by chunk and re assembled it on me. I felt as if someone had dropped a anvil on my back as the torso was reformed across me, "how the hell am I ever going to carry this weight across the battlefield and still be able to fight?" I thought to myself as the final adjustments to the armour were made then I put on the helmet and it all became clear. With a vibrant flash of light across the visor the suit came to life and suddenly the anvil I carried became part of my strength, I felt stronger than before, faster than before and a hell of a lot deadlier than before. I became the machine people dreamed about, the guardian people wished for and the solider I needed to be. The HUD on my visor displayed my heart rate, GPS and a motion tracker. I picked up my sidearm that lay on the bench with my uniform, my visor blinked and displayed the sidearm and the ammo it had. "Great it even has a flashing reminder for when I have no ammo" I announced a loud to myself. Suddenly I heard a slight patchy sound from an incoming signal. "Yeah we put that in just for you and btw your suit transmits to the rest of your team." Erik stated from over the comms. "Yeah I knew that." I embarrassingly lied as I stood back on the platform. I felt the platform lower back down towards the ops center floor and I could already see some of the others had already began testing out each other's strengths and speeds by having races and trying to pick up the heaviest vehicles that were parked around the room. It was a odd sight to see because since the suit corresponds with your thoughts and actions you literally had to think stop running in order to stop running. There were people crashing into tables and walls every couple minutes. "Well at least we know the suits are durable." Somebody said as they approached. "Nice to meet somebody that has as much of a level head as myself he said as he pointed towards the group of Spartans trying to lift a tank but failing. "Who might you be?" I asked in slight disarray. "Spartan Team Leader Clayton at your service" he responded. I instantly snapped to a salute, soo fast I ended up knocking myself on my ass. "At ease Ryan, don't hurt yourself" he said as he helped me up from the ground. "Hey how did you know my name?" I asked suspiciously. "If you concentrate on the person you're talking to your suit will bring up all the available information about that person based off of their voice identification, try it with me." Clayton said while staring back off at the others. I focused on him as best as I could and sure enough he was right his file came right up.
"Spartan – CM98 Clayton Bankiestmen,
Leader of Spartan team Claymore.
Personal files indicate sociopathic behaviour on numerous accounts, however natural for subjects from the Spartan II project; he displays admirable traits as a team leader and shows great signs of success in future scenarios. /Redacted/ High level clearance required.
"Wow that's actually pretty useful...hey what does mine say?" I asked. " oh just something about you being a hot headed sniper that has an abnormally fast body repair rate, pretty much meaning when you get hit you don't care." He replied carelessly. "Great now I know that I'm not one to be fucked with."I boasted. "Yeah, so anyway me and a bunch of other Spartans are going down to the barracks for a beer and some time to chit-chat do you wanna tag along?" Clayton asked anxiously. "Sure I'll join ya" I said as we walked down to exit to the hall. "So have you found out what team you're on for the skirmish tomorrow?" Clayton asked. "Nah not yet but I'll ask my roommate when I get back cause were probably on the same side" I replied. "Well whatever team you're on I wish you the best." he reclaimed. "Thanks" I stated. We walked over to the lounge and sat down next to a group of Spartans who I quickly identified.
Malcom Bishop
Theta team leader- CQC
Penelope Knight
Pvt of Phantom team- Heavy weapon/support gunner
Heather Goreman
Cpl of Claymore team- Explosive weapon specialist
Thomas Guantly
Pvt of team Shameless-mute personality
Zac Webber
Pvt of team Shameless-CQC/vehicle specialist
"So is this the famous shit disturber from back in training?" Zac asked. "Yeah in matter of fact it is but he's changed now he talks more" Clayton replied as he let out a short laugh. I examined their armours to see that none of them had the same set as me they had heavier sets that left little room for adjustments, the thought of having close to no gaps between the armours plates sickened me but I refrained from talking about it, "better to make friends than enemies" I thought to myself as I listened to the others talk. I saw a blinking icon at the bottom right of my HUD and I activated it, it seemed to have been a separate channel for comms and others were in the channel. "Hey Ryan have you set up your tactical name for the battlefield yet?" Malcom asked. "No I haven't I'll probably wait until I have finished the skirmish tomorrow." I responded. "Speaking of which you should probably head back to your room and adjust your armour because you look a little light weight for a Spartan, or at least from what I've seen so far." He said in an orderly fashion. I figured it would be best not to argue because his armour had him set to take in a tank and mine is based off stealth so I backed down and left the discussion.
On my way back to my room I thought of what customizations I could make to my armour without countering any of the armours systems, but all that thought came to an end rather quickly when I entered my room. "Shit, not you again what are you doing here?" I said as I glared at Kyle. "Likewise to you there asshole, I was transferred to this room when Petty Officer Erik switched armours." He said returning an unwelcoming look. I looked around the room to notice a strange device lying on my side table. I walked over to it and picked it up to examine it. "So I see you like my disassemble device" Kyle said contently. "Like it, what the hell is it?" I asked quite curiously. "Well we weren't supposed to get these until tomorrow before the match but I actually want to get some sleep tonight, what it does is it helps remove and equip your Mjollnir armour so that you can rest and exercise with your normal attributes, well whatever your normal is after the surgery." He said as he threw his sidearm up onto the bottom bunk. "well I'm going to go get mine but I'll be back so don't touch any of my stuff" I threatened him as I threw the device aside. "I have a question, what is your problem with me?" Kyle asked.
"You're all talk but when it actually comes to a fight I bet I'll to have to cover your ass because you won't be able to."I responded as I left the room.