#oni burn

      “...Are you sure this is the best route to go, Prophet?”       “Yeah, I got a bad feeling in my stomach about this idea.”       The four of them were nestled together in a basement a       contact had prepared for them. Filled to the brim with all       the weapons they could wish for for the task at hand.       Tucked away on her own, Canis gazed out the solitary,       small window that peered out onto the staircase and into       the street just beyond.       In her minds eye she could see just where their target       lay.       The pyramid shaped building lay just three blocks to the northeast.       Dark phantoms in the dim basement light, it was strange       to her having her dear MJOLNIR such a deep, hopeless, matte black.       Though the carving in her helmet was an absolute work of art.       Emile would be proud.       She listened to them for a bit, before checking her HUD for the time.       There was only long enough for an armor check before they moved out.       Long steps carried her back to the rest of REAPER, and a little swirl       of her index finger was all she used to direct her intent at Prophet.

(Send me your gamertags if you’re a part of ONI Burn, so I can add you to FT Reaper on Spartan Companies)

Spartan Taggart, to ONI probably.

It’s already too late.

(Just fair warning for any S-II or IIIs out there that think they can just immediately destroy Fireteam Reaper.)

This should make things interesting.

——— ▉♕ ʜᴏᴡʟ ▉ ———       Keen eyes watched the horizon with the keen vigilance       of a long time hunter. Keeping track       of every factor, every subtle detail.       The rifle spotter scope peeked from the rim of a windowsill       in the skeletal remains of an abandoned building. Observing       a single bird as it descended from the clouds,       the unmistakable markings of the UNSC splashed across it’s       battle worn hull.       “You’re seeing this, aren’t you? I thought we were clear here.”       A curious voice cracked over the SQUADCOMM, approximately       a rooftop away, peeking through his own scope.       Three shadows lay scattered among the buildings,       watching the sky, while two took to the ground, the receivers       of the watcher’s sightings.       Their armor adorned in deep, soulless black paint,       in the night’s glow, they were near invisible.       Only infrared would be able to catch them, and it was       known by the lot that Pelicans were not equipped with it.       “Well apparently not. That’s obvious. Keep sharp.       Canis, Polaris, stay in position until my signal.       Bane, see if you can move to the roof to your 9 o’clock.”       Prophet was greeted by three acknowledgement lights       that flicked onto his HUD for approximately two seconds.       For now, the best approach would be to simply wait       it out, and see who emerged from the Pelican.       On the ground, however, energy seemed to crackle       off the team’s single Spartan-III. It’d been a short while       since she’d been dispatched against UNSC troops again,       and Canis wanted to fight.       But with her mentor just a ways away, she remained composed       yet at the same time let her intentions be known in only the       subtle way she would understand. Canis was out for blood.

*side eyes @ Master chief and Blue team*