one_one_se7en: (MC!Spark)
His current game has a lot of freedom thanks to its' sandbox-like nature of dreams, and because of it, he can be written as we please, go into other nexuses for adventures, quests, help, enter other peoples' dreams, and perhaps create more relationships.

If you have an idea, or things you want to do with this muse and yours, you can post here. :)
one_one_se7en: (War is hell)
Characters: [livejournal.com profile] one_one_se7en
Where: A Brute Fleet, about to jump.
When: After his first use of the PINpoint
Summary: The Master Chief returns to his universe... inside a Covenant fleet ready to fight.
Warnings: None.



A moment of white washed him over. John was weightless for an instant, his blood flowing freely inside him without the presence of gravity. His head felt light, and his limbs were truly unhindered in the midst of it all.

His suit registered abnormally high radiation for a moment, and saw the black of space once again as the pressure of gravity returned. He held his stomach from the effects of translocation sickness as he recovered his sight. His bloodflow returned to normal.

The material he was standing on, however, did not feel right. It was not the titanium alloy of UNSC ships. Its' surface felt... no. Was alien.

SPARTAN-117 stood up, rose his head, and walked forward. He saw dozens of Covenant warships.

His open channel flew with thousands of orders in alien languages being screamed left and right, each of them with a savage and enraged tone. They resembled the yells and roars of primates.

John remembered the language all too well. Brutes.

He instinctively lowered himself, and looked for a quick entry inside the ship. His translator began to work, interpreting all of the screams and gutural barks into english. Many of their transmissions were tasks of basic mantienance, status reports, weapon checks, equipment commissions... and preparations for a slipspace jump.

All within a few minutes. They were preparing to jump.

None of the Brutes seemed to realize a Spartan was on the hull of one of their ships, and if he wanted to know where were they going, he would either have to escape...or get inside it. He tested his PINpoint, to no avail. The multidimensional beacon was not working. No way to return to the Nexus for the time being.

But now, with an alien fleet preparing to burn a world, he knew what he had to do.

The Spartan crawled through the hull of the Cruiser, not too trusting of the artificial gravity of Covenant design. While the pull of the ship would keep him within the hull, he knew that a strong move could drive him out of the gravitational field of the ship. He could be found by the Covenant as a single, tiny point of mass.

Or worse, suffer James' fate.

He had always hated being in space.

Communications from the Brutes continued as usual, thankfully unaware that there was a SPARTAN-II onboard one of their ships. The Master Chief moved through the hull, bending handgrips into the hull of the ship, and looking for an entry before he would be found. Something to get inside the ship before it jumped.

A dozen seraphs flew past his position.

The Spartan stood still for a moment. He held his breath.

The Squadron got inside a Frigate that wandered ten kilometers near the Spartan's ship. There was a report that they had entered the ship. The Seraphs reported their successful entry.

No warning about something on the hull of one of their ships. They did not see him.

He continued, knowing he was pushing his luck. He opened the files he had kept from the Ascendant Justice and the Truth and Reconciliation, reviewed the old maintenance routes designed for EVA ops and repairs, and hoped the ship he boarded would have a similar design.

John remembered Anton, Li, and Polaski. He wished for a moment that they had lived long enough to see Earth one last time.

His thoughts were interrupted as the Brutes were being ordered to silence communications. They were preparing for a transmission.

It was coming from the ship he was on.


// MY BROTHERS.

I AM CHIEFTAIN CALLADUS, OF THE FLEET OF FATEFUL PATH.

TO ARMS, FOLLOWERS OF OUR FAITH. TODAY WE BURN TO GLASS AND RIP THE TRAITORS OF OUR CAUSE.

WE SHALL DEPART TO QUINTUS, WE WILL DESTROY EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEIR HERETIC FLEETS, AND FOLLOW THE TESTAMENT OF OUR ABSENT LORDS.

FOR THE GLORY OF THE PROPHETS AND THE FORERUNNER. BURN THEIR SHIPS. LET NONE STAND IN OUR PATH.//



The Covenant remained. And they were still on the hunt of all affronts to their religion.

The question now, was, who.

The Elites? This would mean he arrived in a time when the Covenant was still in the middle of Civil War. He had to know whenever if this would be his timeline. He could've been sent to an alternate world... or well beyond the time humanity had, after the Battle of Earth.

The PINpoint was supposed to send him back to his dimension. His last position. His timeline. As far as he knew, the PINpoint wasn't a portal maker by itself, but a beacon to let the user be absorbed by a considerable rip in time and space.

As advanced as this tiny mechanism was, it was very unpredictable. It was as dangerous as the crystal they had found Reach.

He'd find out later. Until his PINpoint began to work again, he would kill his way through this ship. Dozens of warships replete of warriors of all ranks of the Brutes against a single Spartan. Decent odds.

The maintenance shaft. He found it. The Spartan opened, snuck in, and immediately closed it.


Standing inside a dark, tigh corridor, surrounded by coolant tubes and countless wires, and finding only two directions to move through, the Master Chief picked his MA5C rifle, loaded a magazine, and shifted through the wires.

He had returned.

And when the time was right, the Covenant would know it.

-----------------



>WRITTEN LOG
OFFLINE/PRIVATE DATABASE

UNKNOWN DATE. [ 255? //UNSC // AGE OF RECLAMATION? // COVENANT ]


:- CURRENT MISSION PARAMETERS

> CREATING NEW ENTRIES...

:: PRIMARY MISSION

     >UNCOVER COVENANT OPERATIONS AND CURRENT TIMELINE
     >RETRIEVE NAV DATABASE
     >DESTROY BRUTE FLEET
     >AVOID CAPTURE AND DEATH BY ENEMY FORCES.
     >RETURN TO UNSC TERRITORY.


:: SECONDARY OBJECTIVES
     >KILL COMMANDING BRUTE SHIPMASTER
     >CAPTURE COVENANT WEAPONS TO TRADE
     >TEST EXPERIMENTAL ALIEN WEAPONRY


:: [ MISSION CODEWORD: HITCHHIKER ] ::

This is Spartan One-One-Seven.

PINpoint has been activated. Multiversal Nexus “Beta” has been abandoned. Reappeared onboard Covenant Fleet.

Infiltrated inside Covenant Cruiser “Prominency”, flagship of the fleet of “Fateful Path”. Armada led by Brutes. Elite presence unknown, but doubtful.

Nexus PINpoint currently unoperational. Undergoing radio silence. Currently intercepting open transmissions by the Covenant.

Unknown destination. Beginning sabotage. Will keep posted.


:: [ COMMENCING OPERATION ]::
one_one_se7en: (A World on Fire)
Characters: [livejournal.com profile] one_one_se7en
Where: The Nexus, possibly somewhere else?
When: A few weeks after leaving the Dawn.
Summary: The Master Chief muses a bit before using his PINpoint for the first time.
Warnings: None.
Notes: After so long without writing about him, I want to put him up in Open RP posts and dressing rooms. I don't believe this will be a roleplaying log, but if I have the temptation to drag someone into it, it might.


John reassembled his MA5C rifle upon fifteen minutes of inspection and re-arming, and then disassembled and studied his two newest pieces of equipment. The E-11 Rifle and and the Q2 Hold-Out Blaster.

He had coped with it all surprisingly well, but for a Spartan, he was supposed to. They were the strongest of the human race, both physically and mentally. Even then, John could not shake off the feeling that, until he returned to Earth, he had no home. He had been residing in a multiversal Nexus ever since he had been saved by Ami, and while he had found new friends and allies... There was still nobody from his world, or from Econtra.

It felt like the first time he arrived on Halo, and on Econtra. Another alien world.

Even then, in the middle of it all, he had found new friends: A female version of Rock, the Commander Rachel Brown, and the smuggler Anadra Kelrian. Not too long ago, he had traded his handgun in exchange for an energy weapon --two, in fact--, and he had gained a one-woman armory for the time he'd be in the multiverse. Anadra was desperate at that time to get rid of the contraband she carried. They didn't start well, But ever since they stumbled into the Nexus, both the Spartan and the Smuggler liked the thought of weaponry from other universes.

He'd have to explain to High Command his reasons about consorting with a Smuggler.

John reassembled the alien pieces of equipment, and made a final revision of the pieces he carried: An MA5C Individual Combat Weapon System from the Forward Unto Dawn, an E-11 BlasTech Industries Blaster Rifle he had traded with the smuggler Anadra Kelrian, a Model Q2 hold-out blaster pistol he got as a "loyal customer" gift, and the most important artifact of all, a PINpoint.

His key to other worlds.

He was testing black box technology. One thing was using alien weapons, but another was putting technology made to bend the laws of reality into his suit of armor. He had little idea on where to go before going back to his world, and the coordinates back to his universe were... Unstable. Corrupted. . For all he knew, he could return to his Earth. Or end up in another Nexus like the one at Econtra. But at this point, he was running out of options. He had information about his universe that would turn a lot of heads, and technology in his hand that rivaled the Forerunner's.

And intelligence about the Entropi.

Their threat had been stopped... but for how long? Time was a complicated concept when one talked about slipspace and the multiverse. He belonged to a timeline where the Covenant was disbanded with the deaths of the Hierarchs, where the Flood and the rings were stopped, and where he had been saved by Ami from remaining in isolation for centuries to come.

With the sacrifice of countless brave men and women, one of them the daughter of the person that cared for him as if she were his mother.

Then, there was the matter of Econtra. Where he met Rock, Samus, Leon, Stark, Robin, Persephone, and many others, and where he was reunited with his Spartans... even with friends once thought dead. It was the timeline where he was drafted sometime during his long sleep, where he faced a mortal strain of Entropi and survived, where they had been at the mercy of the Keepers, and where they stopped the Entropi from taking the Second Consulo, and assured themselves a way back to their worlds.

Deja had taught them about string theory a long time ago. It was likely that there was another where they were defeated, and the Entropi continued their campaign. The thought worried him, and impulsed him to attempt his damnest to return to his world.

The Indigeo had been spared, along with the Warden, to rebuild what remained of the alternate Earth. The child-like Entropi was different from the rest, but he could not shake off the fact that is was the child of a species that deserved nothing but annihilation. What would happen? Would the Entropi and the Keepers return to that world?

Or to his world?

A small amount of time ago, he had wandered into a strange, multiversal library that, he hoped, would give him some answers to his perils... But the things he read gave him even more questions. Theories about the beginnings of several universes, entropic behavior of the multiverse, and even arcane theory -- texts disturbingly similar to slipspace theory, and even harder ones to understand.

John wished he had either Halsey or Cortana with him. They would have understood the contents of these books with far more ease than he did. What he managed to understand, was that with the infinite amount of possibilities of the multiverse, it was impossible that it was the biggest Nexus of the entire creation. The fact nearly everyone he had seen here were human confirmed it.


If the Entropi ever returned, he wanted his world to be ready.

The Master Chief remembered the words of Commander Rachel Brown. Win, or go home. But right now, the only way he'd win is if he went back home.

He activated the mechanism.

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