A Torn Land [Open FC Roleplay]

[VerbotenDonkey]

::This is just a free open roleplay, anyone is welcome to join as any race, rank, person, etc. Jump in anywhere or anytime you please. Hell, it doesn't even have to be in the same location/planet/system we're in. It is set in the FC Lore. Not a major roleplay, we'll follow a loose posting order depending how many people participate. Just want to write creatively right now and anyone is welcome to jump in.::


Morning broke as wisps of light fell through the green foliage canopy covering Private Whidon Hasselbach from above. He lay still, prone, not moving an inch as the green foliage around him glistened in the early morning dew. His MA5B Assault Rifle was in his grip as the animals around him slowly awoke to the day. A passerby would have probably not even given him a thought, at a glance the scene would have looked like any normal environment, minus the Team of cleverly placed ODST hidden around the giant broadleafed tree, completely spread out in the area and out of sight. Whidon's back was stiff from laying still all night; he began to think that someone had poured cement along the back dips of his grey chest-piece.

A double blink of the team leader's green dot on the HUD of his helmet signified an all clear sign, five stealthy ODST Operatives began to rise up out of the foliage, spread out about fifteen meters in radius. They looked around at one another, but no one spoke. They made little noise, surprising from the appearance of their bulkier outfits, but they wore them like an exoskeleton now. The objectve was still kilometers ahead, a good half-day trek. On the outside, it appeared to be only an abandoned factory, decaying from lack of use. But intel suggested that beneath lay a treasure trove of Brotherhood armor with a honeycomb system of tunnels that led to elevators, allowing the vehicles passage to the surface. Of course, it was all theory, but a rather lengthy firefight yesterday had sparked their own interests and attention.

As usual, Private First Class Chuck Anderson took point, a gruffed soldier who had seen a few fights himself. Personally attributed to close quarters combat, a large knife was sheathed horizontally to his ribs, and his shoulder pads included several jutted points to snag opponents onto. A rather cruel gesture, but he took no chances and gave no mercy. Pointing his MA5B forward, doing a quick sweep, he started out, the other four of them tucked neatly behind him, scanning the area slowly as they ventured forth into the early morning.

[MezarRaider]

The cave began to grow darker and darker, as nightfall took over the planet of Sanghelios. Ava could hear the sounds of night coming out to play from inside the cave, as she rolled up her jeans and soaked her leg in a small puddle. Ava ran the cool water against her burning wounds, hoping the pain would pass enough to get her through the night. Ava had come to the Sanghelios planet with only the thought of running away. She had belonged to WHITE, an Armed Forces Group that was famous for Policing the Cities on Earth. Ava was one of the many Scouts in WHITE. Their job was to find any criminal, possible enemy, or just strange activity, take care of it, and report the events back to Headquaters. However, if the problem could not be handled easily, WHITE's higher up recruits would be called in. Ava always worked hard, hoping that someday she could rank up and no longer have to be a Scout, although she did enjoy it. Unfortunately, that opportunity would never come for Ava, for she had betrayed her own Platoon, and would never be able to return.

Ava finished soaking her legs, the pain had settled a bit now and she decided to get some rest. Ava laid down on the hard, cold cave floor, and fell asleep in nothing but a T-Shirt and jeans to keep her comfortable, and her long brown hair to use as a pillow. (Being a former Scout and a part of the Armed Forces she had obtained a weapon. The scouts received just a small Magnum, mainly for protection or solving certain situations). Ava kept her Magnum near her at all times, it was the only form of protection she had, for when she ran away she left everything behind. It may not have been the smartest idea, but to her it was the only way to escape quickly without getting caught.

Ava had never told anyone her story, if she didn't get arrested for betrayal, she would sure be arrested for desertion now, possibly executed for either situation. After the events, Ava could never fess up to anyone, out of fear of judgement and possible execution. She wasn't sure if anyone saw what she had done, but Ava refused to take any chances and left during a Scouting Mission that had to be taken care of on another planet. (Sometimes scouts would be sent to other planets, that may be a threat to Earth. The higher ranked recruits would go along for extra protection. The idea was to find a way to keep them from possibly attacking Earth).


***On this mission, the planet was Sanghelios. The soldiers and scouts had already been camping out for a few days when they started to realize that the Sangheili weren't a threat. This didn't matter to Ava though, she already had her mind set on how to escape. The instant she was alone, she quickly took off her armor and hid it (it would only weigh her down), and ran away from the group, from the mission, from her life as a Scout. Leaving all her supplies with the armor, except for the Magnum.

Ava kept running and didn't stop or look back. She only carried the clothes on her back and the already loaded Magnum in her hand. Ava knew they would look for her, she knew they would worry, as well as possibly suspect the innocent Sangheili, but she kept running hoping to get as far away as possible. As she ran darkness began to fall and she began to have trouble seeing where she was, or where she was going. She ran into branches that would cut her flesh and let it bleed out. She tripped over roots and logs, falling constantly, filling her legs with bruises. After a long while, Ava's eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and she could see a small cave nearby. As she took shelter in the cave, she found a small puddle that had formed and began to wash her wounds in it.***