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he/him/they/them, i've got adhd
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Dare: You have to apologize to Rookie
Romeo: Fine.
Romeo: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.
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Jorge but he gives someone a hug? :3
(I miss him... I miss him real bad he didn't deserve to die oUDHGHSHG he had a big heart too)
what if we got to give him a little hug before he threw us off that covenant ship
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Broken Out of Time
A commission piece for @bloodgulchblog -- a Pilot/Chief fluff piece. This was really fun to write.
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"Joy."
John sinks down into a crouch, hunkering further down behind the worn boulders they'd been using for cover. The elements of his HUD jitter as Joyeuse shifts attention, which he also feels in the connection between his NI and armor, which some part of him translates into fingers trying to tickle his neck. It's uncomfortable.
"Joyeuse," he says, firm. "Where'd Esparza go?"
She makes a humming sound. John takes stock of their surroundings while she plays nice with components of his armor, cycling through the various scanning functions to locate their wayward civilian.
"I thought you were watching him," she replies-- with enough grace to sound slightly abashed and guilty.
He grunts and detaches his pistol from the magclamps on his thigh.
"And I thought we were watching the birds," he returns evenly.
They were watching the birds, to be fair. Zeta Halo differed from his previous experiences on Forerunner structures in that it had a functioning… ecosystem… of sorts. With the remaining UNSC forces securing a tight foothold, he'd felt he could start relaxing his stranglehold on procedure and start-- something. Appreciating things. As it turns out, false suns feel just as warm as real ones.
"It's a little disconcerting to see birds use brass shells for mating displays," Joyeuse says. "Fernando doesn't have any proper IFF markers. I don't know…"
And he'd-- what? Relaxed enough to let a civilian sneak off into unknown territory and get himself lost? He twists around, staring intensely at his surroundings, waiting for details to seep out of the long grass and compacted dirt, like remnants of Esparza would suddenly make themselves known.
And they did-- eventually. Boot prints. Impressions of knees in the dirt. Headed further away. John carefully follows the tracks and picks his way down the rocks, closer to the thin bubbling creek that coalesces into a river in the distance. Joyeuse casts out another round of scans.
Ah.
John forgoes scaling the remainder of the terrain in favor of dropping down right behind his charge. Or, he would have, if Joyeuse didn't throw out the mental equivalent of an arm across his chest.
He freezes in place. Esparza lays prone in the grass. She highlights a handful of silhouettes. Ah.
Esparza must have snuck off to obtain a closer look at a different set of wildlife. Zeta Halo also possessed a number of rodent-like creatures (that the marines and personnel made quick work of eating). He sees them now, dipping their naked heads into the water for a drink.
Briefly, he wonders if the rings are capable of seasons. Then he shunts that thought aside and hunkers down beside Esparza.
"Hello," John intones.
Esparza jumps in his skin and bites his tongue on a yell. John stifles a surge of mixed emotions -- guilt and pride, mostly, with a tinge of amusement.
"Wear a bell," Esparza says, shaking his head.
"You snuck off first."
He blinks at John, expression scrunching up, radiating surprise.
"Guess I did."
John shifts his position in tiny increments. He doesn't want to disturb Esparza, nor does he want to disturb the animals they're watching. But this particular area has even fewer sightlines than the outcropping and it's-- rankling him, might be the word. Yeah, the sergeant uses that word a lot. Now it's in his vocabulary.
Joyeuse's good humor at the phenomena is a burst of sunlight down his spine.
"My house was on a prairie," Esparza says suddenly. "Country home. You know. So we got a lot of critters like that in the evening."
One of the rodents stands upright.
John casts back for a memory, maybe something to relate to Esparza (as he can learn to converse, Cortana would be--), and makes a listening grunt.
"My kid learned pretty quick about the circle of life though," he finishes. "Or…"
He trails off, stymied by the ground shaking seconds before the vibrations sink into the Mjolnir. Two of the rodents bolt off into the grass. The third lunges into the water and paddles determinedly to the other bank. This puts it within throwing distance of them for all of a second before it vanishes into the ground.
Joyeuse had been correct about the burrows, then.
Esparza opens his mouth and snaps it shut as the air around them rapidly shifts. A crimson Banshee roars overhead, followed by an UNSC aircraft.
"Let's move," John says.
He instinctively reaches over to Esparza, but his charge is already on his feet and retreating. More guilt and pride assaults him but he stuffs it down in favor of hurrying back to the Warthog on which they came. Joyeuse automatically switches over to friendly radio chatter and yeah-- that's contact.
Banished making a move on the local FOB.
"Can never catch a break, can we, big guy?" Esparza laughs.
John waits excruciating seconds for Esparza to buckle in before flooring it.
No, they can't. But the lulls are nice while they last. He thinks Esparza understands when their hands overlap on the shifter.
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Mmmmmmh Ring Game people (sangheili count as people too shut up)
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Is ODST John really short, or is Chief Sam really tall (even for a Spartan)? Or both?
John is 1,83 m tall (6 ft), Sam is 3,05 m tall (around 10 ft).
Sam is ridiculously big.
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Also, for people who want to start a Halo cosplay and don't quite know how to work with foam and where to find templates or 3D models for your 3D printer, the 405th Infantry Division forum is your friend.
If you want something premade, Etsy is full of people who sell armor parts and props. Even blank kits you can customize.
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Happy birthday to Caleb Vale (aka Caleb-95)!
Today is his -486th birthday!
Born Caleb Aagard, he was selected as a Spartan-II candidate by Dr. Catherine Halsey based upon his superior genetic and biological indicators as compared to his peers.
He was noted to have suffered a head injury as a child. Interestingly, imaging of his brain suggested heightened acuity in the neural network associated with intuition. Caleb was never located during his attempted abduction, spurring theories that his heightened intuition--or precognition--alerted him to his captors. Dr. Halsey roundly denounced these rumors.
He eventually became a slipspace drive technician and married UNSC officer Nerina Vale, though Caleb himself was an avowed pacifist who refused to work on a military vessel, meaning he and Nerina would never serve on the same ship. After Nerina was promoted to captain and reassigned to Earth, the marriage deteriorated they divorced, with Nerina taking their daughter, Olympia, with her. Olympia seemed to inherit his superior genetics, becoming a physically and intellectually precocious child. It's implied that he lost touch with Olympia after the family split, with Olympia trying and failing to reach him after Nerina died during the Battle of Earth.
His current status is unknown, though it seems likely that he is in hiding, both from the UNSC and from his daughter, who, now as a Spartan-IV, discovered his true identity.
In canon (~2560), he is turning 49!
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Caveats
Last option is a joke. It's not the name of a UNSC vessel.
If I left your favorite ship out please list it in the comments.
CMA statement
I only had like 12 options to blow through and I've now got a porous memory due to a COVID infection back in '22. I used to think like a supercomputer compared with everyone else and have photographic memory but now I'm basically just a rundown Apollo 17 navigational computer module, barely hanging on...
Dropships and drop pods count as vessels without a designated name in my book, because a ship/vessel is just something you use to transfer between atmosphere/surface war fighting capacity to (or from) a space-borne war fighting capacity. Debate me all you wish in the comments.
Bushido
If you're a military veteran, thank you for your service & don't be a bootlicker if you do feel the need to take to the comments with a vengeance. Hold your piss.
#spirit of fire!!!!!!! beloved ship for whom i have named my halo sideblog#dawn under heaven also slaps#wish we had more lore about dawn under heaven
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I was learning how to animate stuff for Halo CE, so I made this little test animation. It was supposed to be just Chief giving the camera a thumbs up, until I realized his model didn't have fingers.
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Halo 4 Motion Demo
By Marcellis Wentz and Will Christiansen
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Happy birthday to Commander Jerome-092!
Today is his -487th birthday!
Jerome was born on an infamously underdeveloped part of the colony world Minister. His difficult upbringing would force him to grow up fast, resorting to criminal activity at a young age. He was targeted by Catherine Halsey for his notable genetics, and he, like all Spartan-IIs, was kidnapped and conscripted into the Spartan-II program.
Although he tried to escape multiple times, he would eventually accept his training and stood out as one of the rising leaders among the Spartan-II conscripts. However, his body rejected the biological augmentations in the second phase of the project. Thus, he was considered a "washout" and removed from the general population. However, he was able to be rehabilitated and re-augmented at a later date. At that point, he was paired with fellow washouts Alice-130 and Douglas-042, forming Red Team with Jerome as their leader.
In 2531, Red Team was tasked with evacuating the colony world Arcadia, holding off the Covenant attack so the civilians could escape. It was there that they paired up with the UNSC Spirit of Fire. Red Team would accompany the Spirit of Fire to the Forerunner shield world Trove (called Etran Harborage by the Forerunners) to stop Arbiter Ripa 'Moramee and the Prophet of Regret from activating the Forerunner dreadnoughts contained within, and to save Professor Ellen Anders, who had been captured by 'Moramee.
When Jerome suggested destroying 'Moramee's ship to prevent the Covenant from retrieving compromising information from Anders--a tactic that would stop 'Moramee but kill her--Sergeant Forge and Jerome got into a physical altercation that was only stopped after significant destruction and a lecture from the ship's AI Serina. Rather than creating a rift between them, these events would forge a mutual respect between the two.
The engagement on Trove was successful, but it would cost them the Spirit of Fire's slipspace drive. When the drive required a manually activation, Forge volunteered to trade his life for Jerome's, under the belief that the Spartans were too valuable to waste. Without being able to enter slipspace, the Spirit of Fire's crew--including Jerome--were put in cryo sleep while the ship drifted, waiting for rescue.
In 2559, Jerome and the rest of the crew were awakened, having been pulled into slipspace to the Ark. It was there that they learned of the threat of the Banished when Atriox confronted Red Team. He was able to fend off Red Team and wound Douglas--crushing his shoulder and helmet and forcing them to retreat. After that, the mission changed to stop Atriox's forces on the Ark. Jerome would help thin out the Banished presence on the Ark, while allowing Professor Anders to send a distress beacon to the UNSC.
As of recent canon, he is still on the heavily-contested Ark, which is occupied by Banished, Keeper, UNSC, and Covenant loyalist forces.
In canon (~2560), he is turning 49!
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Assorted Halo sketches
ODST
More ODSTs
Spartan vs Elite (?)
Assorted Spartans
Mister Cheif
More elite action
Dual SMGs my beloved
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Today on Twitter:
The military franchise about military guys killing military aliens had one game where their art style was heavily military inspired (they had more ammo pouches, knives and battle damage) and that's actually really bad and evil and ruined the art style of the series forever and it's somehow the fault of the current company who owns the franchise (the heavily military inspired game was made by the previous company who originally made the franchise and not them)
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put a little more olive oil in that pan I'm not driving
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