𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.

a woman in a black jacket is holding a pot in her hand ALT: a woman in a black jacket is holding a pot in her hand

× take a seat, put up your 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵
I'll lend an ear & have
a нєαят • with a meal
and a 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 you'll
have your rest
for as 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
as you
𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍

— and the trigger deactivated now, but the core was unstable as they always were.

“Come on.. come on..”

Gently, she sat it into a lead - lined box.

( @eversorix.bsky.social )

Petra was dealing with a big one this time — A Nova Bomb.

With lead-lined Mjolnir gloves, she slowly removed the core after removing the wiring.

The device was flagged as malfunctioning after nearly going through the detonation phase.

The warhead's charge was removed —

— 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Spartan-III | Spartan-IV Trainer | Aloof | Woefully impulsive | 6’2” | 6’6” armored | Demolitions Specialist | Overachiever

#HaloRP | #MVRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

— 𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓

Tora Dizzen | Corporal | Breacher | Eccentric | Loudmouth | Troublemaker | 5’3” | Dependable | Headstrong | Member of Fireteam Scylla

#HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

Currently preoccupied at the range—

Approach with caution, she is still in a mood.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘
disposable ⑊ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
┇ CTN0453-0 ┇

// G130 //
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐈𝐈

Well-rounded | Tech wizard | Drone Enthusiast | Fiercely loyal | 6’2” | 6’6” armored | Straightforward | High-energy | Frustratingly stubborn

#HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

With a nod, she placed her helmet back on which masked her messy hair and teary eyes.

“Thank you, I apologize if I have brought back memories not wanting to be brought up.”

She didn't care if they did or not, Petra soon pulled the helmet off of her head.

Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.

“I miss her, I miss home..”

There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.

In that moment, that shoulder squeeze was returned with a very TIGHT bear hug.

Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.

Something she had never received until now.

“I was a young Marine Private First Class when it happened, got the call off base to help.. Barely got off world..”

The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.

“I do.”

Her helmet turned, alongside her head to the bottle of Chardonnay, something she can still taste too.

It had been years since her first and final glass.

“Chardonnay, a good bottle.. I haven't drank that since my graduation.”

When Ripley had looked up, an audible sniffle came from the Helljumper and spoke quickly.

“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”

She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.

She shook her head, then spoke with a sigh that was muffled by the helmet.

“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”

Cue Petra approaching @tundraborn.bsky.social with her helmet on, dressed in her ODST shirt with combat pants and boots.

“Captain?”

Awesome.

Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.

A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.

Petra might join the Spartan, if she is looking for company that is.

A day that is rough for her, very.

“Why should I? Or perhaps I could report this for negligent use of UNSC equipment, because I am quite frankly over the games.”

She walked over, opening the vault and pulled the drone, holding it in a fist.

“I catch this thing in earshot and I will swat it like a Banshee out of the sky..”

— I will not stand idly by while you fuck around on my dime.. Spartan or not, act like an adult for fucks sake and not a child.”

Petra slammed her fist down, staring daggers at the French Spartan.

“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.”

Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.

All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.

“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—

“Enter..”

Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.

She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.

The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone.

A foot tapping irritably.

The glitter canister didn't yield the exact result as Nycaise wanted as she stood up and walked to her quarters.

Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it.

Nycaise will have to get it on her own.

Cue the Helljumper growling softly, with a quickness she grabbed the drone and stared at the camera on it.

An expression of slight anger amongst her face.

“Whose the turd who owns this? You want it, come find me..”

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐕

Captain Ripley “Winter” Kullander | ONI | Reach survivor | Former marine | Reconnaissance | Infiltration | Retrieval | 6’7” | 6’11” in armor | Mirage IIC | Friendly | Helpful | Loyal

#ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ | #HaloRP