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Ashes Remnant

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Hope you don't mind the quick and dirty character.


Name: Cody “Snap” Sal
Other Name(s): S-134
Title: Gunnery Sergeant
Age: 34
Race: Human
Homeworld: Reach
Appearance: His Armor
Abilities :
He has increased strength, and agility. He thinks on his feet, and is known to be tricky at times. Other then that, he’s flesh and bones, just like anybody else. An addition he’s made to his armor is the ability to project holograms that will run forward, but only last a short time, or until shot.

Armaments;
M392 Designated Marksman Rifle

M6G Personal Defense Weapon System



Battlefield is the UNSC Frigate, Hades' River. Fully armed, and adrift in orbit of the planet Jupiter. A distress signal was sent out a matter of hours ago, yet Cody is the sole survivor of the crew.
 

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Name: Damien Chaseux
Other Name(s): Spartan 147, Damien-147
Rank: Spartan-II
Age: Born 45 years ago, biological age is 22
Race: Human (heavy biological augmentation, minor technological)
Homeworld: Sigma Octanus IV
Appearance: 7'2", wiry strength and build. Short grey-brown hair, grey-blue eyes, high cheekbones and a scar on the left side of his jaw. Left arm was left crippled in the Spartan-II augmentation procedure, and was since then amputated and replaced with a robotic prosthesis. Helmet. Armour is a combination of navy blue and gunmetal grey colouration.
Brief History: Spartan-II conscript, one of those originally killed as a result of the augmentation procedures the seventy five of them underwent. As with all those that died in the procedure, Damien was immediately cryogenically frozen in the hopes that he would later have his body 'fixed' and put back into fighting order. With insurrectionist activities once again mounting with the conclusion of the Human-Covenant, Damien was revived and extensively operated on to bring him back up to scratch. Also outfitted with the prototype MJOLNIR Mark VII powered assault armour.
Abilities: Shaping of energy fields around his prosthetic arm, usually shapes tools or an energy blade to work in addition to the physical one that may extend from his arm.
Armaments:
Modified Thor Tactical Machine Pistol
Six-shot revolver incorporated just forward of the SMG-ammo cartridge. Fires down a barrel above the SMG one. SMG component usually acts to wear down enemy shields, while the revolver delivers the final deadly shots. Typically gas-expansion bullets.
 

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“I have seen war.” Cody’s head was cloudy. A thick fog enveloped every one of his senses. His heads-up-display wasn’t activated for some reason. He thought to himself how strange that was; it’s supposed to click on before he did. The thought left his mind as soon as it entered. He lifted his hand, and tapped the side of his helmet. The system booted up, and his eyes were treated to a cornucopia of different lights. A bar on the top read that his shields weren’t aligned yet, and his motion tracker showed no signs of moment within thirty meters. He was quick to notice his surroundings. He was still in the containment pod, deep in the bowels of Hades’ River. The ship only had him along just in case something was to go wrong. The ships assignment was simply to check on some ghost signals right outside the solar system. Apparently, he had been woken up early.

“I have seen cities destroyed.” He lifted himself up slightly, out of the uncomfortable standing position. There wasn’t much navigation room in such a small pod. He tapped on the glass in front of him, not seeing anyone in the bay before him. After a few more minutes, he got tired of waiting. The Spartan placed one foot on the front of the pod, and leaned back against the interior. He kicked with all the force he had. A heavily augmented human versus a door isn’t much of a match. The entire front end of the pod was ripped from the back. Cody simply stepped out of the remains, and looked around, scanning the area for any signs of life. No one was there. He sighed quietly, and walked over to the station to align his shields.

“I have seen war on land and sea.”After getting his load out of weapons, and his shields corrected, Cody stepped out of the bay. The hallway was empty as well. Carrying his DMR, he slowly made his way down the long corridor, not even so much as hearing the shuffling of feet. While the ship had a small crew of less then three hundred, he expected someone to be nearby. As he made his way to an elevator, he was getting worried. How could a crew disappear?

“I have seen blood running from the wounded.” Cody arrived at the command center. He stepped over into the center. There was no one. Not even so much as a plasma burn on a console. No sign of a revolt or covenant attack. He stepped forward to a panel, setting his gun to the side. After a few taps on the glowing blue lights that created the interface, he discovered that all the escape pods but one were missing. Something made the crew leave. He then realized what was in the viewport. It was Jupiter. Much larger then it ever should be. He quickly ran over to another panel, running some preliminary scans. The ship was slowly drifting closer to the gas giant. It would be non-existent within three hours. However, all the systems were perfectly fine. In fact, a small boost of speed would be enough to correct the orbit. Why had the crew abandoned him?

“I have seen the dead in the mud.” Cody used the ship’s thrusters to put the ship into orbit around the planet. He picked up his DMR, and sat comfortably in the captain’s chair. He tapped on a nearby control console. A feminine voice filled the room. “Artificial Intelligence Unit GAT standing by.” Cody didn’t trust AI’s, but what choice did he have? “GAT, what happened to the crew?” He yelled out, feeling like he as talking to the air. After a moment of silence passed, the voice replied with the obvious answer. “It would seem that the crew of this frigate has abandoned ship.” Cody sighed, and tapped on the panel once again. The lights seemed to dim as the AI lost power. He stood from the chair, and walked back down the hall...

“I hate war”
 

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"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Damien's breath was slow and almost laboured within the chamber of the drop canon. It didn't quite accommodate the width of his shoulders, and so he had to squash himself in to fit. Strange that they should still have this problem. Onboard the UNSC Daedalus, Damien was the only one of the crew able to use the drop cannon, and he thought ONI would have at least got a fitting launch canister when they fitted the drop canon itself to the ship.

He gripped two handles, vice-like, though he felt no strain. His locked gauntlets held onto exit frame, a bulbous and angular chunk of technology with a ring of holes around it. Aside from the lights of his HUD, he was unable to see anything. Of course not, there's nothing in the visible spectrum in open slipstream space. The only indication that he had even left the Daedalus came in the form of a dull bump as his suit absorbed the sudden departure from the ship. Without engines acting in slipspace, Damien rapidly shed velocity, and he felt an increasing gravity to his side as a result of the acceleration. How far had he fallen since launch, a second ago? Forty thousand kilometres? More?

Suddenly, Jupiter.

Damien fell out of slipstream space with a four-dimensional speed of four thousand kilometres a second. He bathed in the majesty of the gas giant and all its surface turbulence for half a second, much longer than was needed for a brain that worked at the speed of a Spartan-II. With pre-programmed motions of his suit, he executed half a flip, and brought his legs down to face the planet, as a white glare exploded above his head, triggered by the firing of command nodes in Damien's neural implant. He was down to a thousand kilometres per second by the time he saw his target, previously lost against the massive and awe-inspiring background of Jupiter.

UNSC Hades' River. Silent, for the last three days, steadily drifting in a decreasing orbit around Jupiter. All remote efforts to commandeer the ship had failed, reason: unknown. The Daedalus had intercepted inbound insurrectionist warheads - old FENRIS style ones, nine of them - and the crew that carried them. Actually, that wasn't quite right. Damien had taken care of them. The Daedalus had just flown close enough through slipspace to silently drop Daedalus onboard.

The same day, news of the Hades' River's inactivity had come to them. A quick sleep, an even faster feed, and Damien was stuffed back into the drop canon with another launch canister and exit frame. Currently, that exit frame brought him alongside Hades' River, nearest to where he estimated the fighter bay to be. He touched his feet to the chunky, closed doors of the bay, and a series of static magnets came online, powered by the piezoelectric effect and Damien's own impact with the side of the ship. He took a general survey around him, with no sign of battle or damage. Damien removed from the small of his back a flat disc four inches wide, and unspooled from it a fine cord. Taking two metres of it, he spun the disc above his head in an ellipse, then smacked it down to the hull, where it settled, flush to the surface.

Through the elliptical spin, the change in tension magnitude and direction - via the piezoelectric effect - set up a current in the cord, which was fed to the disc, now acting as an electromagnet. Damien then let the cord come out to its full length of one hundred metres, and kicked off from the ship. Using the cord and disc like a grappling hook and rope, Damien flung his way around the exterior of the ship, inspecting for any damage whatsoever. Nothing of the sort, and the only thing out of the ordinary was all but one of the escape pods had been ejected. Damien pried open the shutter over one of the fired ports, flashed a set of ONI credentials through flashes of light from a torch on his helmet, and entered the airlock. Seconds later, he felt ship gravity take effect, and sound return. Switching from contained to external air, Damien stepped on board the Hades' River.
 

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Cody slowly inched his way down the hallways of the ship. He kept a close eye on the corners, looking down each corridor that spread out from the main stretch. He came upon the door to the Medical Bay. He tapped on the small control panel next to the door. It slowly slid open, and the scene he saw surprised him. The room was a mess. The cabinet doors were across the floor, along with dozens of papers. The bandages were completely gone. The Spartan ran over to the counter, and placed his DMR down. He tapped on the wall-mounted display quickly. He accessed the log. It gave no clue as to what had happened. In his frustration, he punched the panel, breaking it inward. He picked his weapon back up, and left the room and it’s mystery behind him.

He kept walking the seemingly endless hallway, gun ready. The plates clanked as his heavy armor stepped on them. It was the only sound he heard. All of a sudden, a dot on his motion tracker. It was only for a second, but it was around 30 meters to his southeast. Cody crouched low to the ground, and hid behind a corner, keeping an eye out for the being that could’ve made the motion.
 

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Damien prowled about the ship's evacuation bay on the balls of his feet, barely making a sound despite being well over two metres tall and weighing in at over one hundred and twenty kilograms. His right hand remained near his hip, where his Thor TMP was holstered, and with his right hand, held it out to probe at each console of the escape shuttles. All accessed by personnel through their own identification and credentials. As Damien moved from console to console, a list of the crew having left the Hades' River was steadily compiled, until all but a dozen crew were on accounted for. Around the entire pod bay there was no sign of struggle or battle, though clothes - stinking of sweat, drenched in fear - had been removed. No left over signs of identification, though better prepared boarders of the ship could put some form of forensic testing to use. For now, Damien had only his own wits, body and equipment - though he basically considered the latter two one and the same.

The pod bay was positioned fore and to the bottom of the ship, and the only door leading in and out of it was up a stairway back into the ship, or by two elevators, which were - probably by protocol - shut down. Damien slipped up the stairs and drew his TMP, slipping his thumb into the gap between grip and magazine, spinning it around as he brought it to bear in a two-handed grip. His pace slowed as he approached the doorway at the top, as he allowed his senses to go into overdrive. He expected the area to be locked from within, having been used to keep out any hostile forces. On the other side would be indications of remaining crew, or that which hunted them down and forced every last one to abandon ship. A mental command - reciting in his mind a brief mantra - and Damien's shields came online, a slight blue flicker sweeping over him for a moment as it initiated, then was gone.

Damien arrived at the door with his left hand forward to read and open the door. No such luck, it had been locked with higher credentials than a Spartan. On this ship, only a captain would have such authority. Damien made do, however, and took a brute-force approach to opening the door. Swinging his left arm out, the shield around it reshaped and became visible as a seemingly-solid, loudly hissing blade extended to cover his entire hand. He then thrust the blade down the middle of the door, and in less than ten seconds, had the door open, though he immediately retreated with a backwards roll down the stairs. Such an entrance was conspicuous and lengthy - anything wanting to attack him had plenty of time.

When no attack came, Damien moved back up, and found the entrance empty. Totally so, of figures, scraps of clothing or body - zero traces.
 
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