looking at the stars in the sky, oh what a damn mess i made || ota

[swordandshield]

CHARACTERS: Felix and you! / OTA!
LOCATION: infirmary, armory, simulation room, training room, anywhere else.
DATE: all throughout December
CONTENT: catch-all for December / Felix arrives at the station in the infirmary, then later checks out the station and gets acquainted with things. If you would like to specify whether you'd like your character to meet him while in his armor or not please go ahead! Default will be in armor unless otherwise stated in prompt or asked for him to be out of armor. (For sake of this arrival he will be out of armor in any infirmary threads.)
NOTE: I default to brackets to keep things small for starters but I honestly feel comfortable with both brackets of prose so take your pick and I'll follow suit!
WARNINGS: canon injury, language, violent thoughts, mentions of war and death in Felix's exposition, etc. will update if needed.



i. you got the trophy and i got the hearse || infirmary

[Felix opened his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. The world wasn't falling around him. The wind wasn't rushing past his body at too fast speeds. He was stationary and safe. At least, he assumed he was safe for the moment. He didn't see, hear, or feel any immediate threats in the vicinity anyway.

But he couldn't help but be paranoid considering his last few moments on Chorus. Which brought him back to the present. It was stark and white and sterile. Infirmary. Not his first rodeo. It brought back memories and he repressed them for all he was worth. The present also came with another reminder this was somehow all real: pain.

And lots of it. His legs felt like they were on fire.]

Fuck. [He exclaimed to himself. Then, loudly, calling out:] Where the hell is the call button? I definitely need more painkillers in here.

ii. ready for war || armory

[A new day, a new life, a new mission. His legs finally in working order, Felix began to explore the space station. It seemed pretty standard though it was clearly not UNSC designed. He was okay with that. He didn't need to be back in the UNSC. Fuck that.

One of his first stops though was the armory. He had found his armor and some of his weaponry (everything from that last day, that last encounter at the tower) in his assigned room once he'd made it out of the infirmary. But it wasn't his full arsenal and even if it had been it never hurt to have more. It never hurt to know where more supplies were located or how to access them.

Especially in a place like this. He had to learn how to operate the machine that supplied the weaponry. Thankfully, he was from a time period with advanced technology and he even knew a little bit about alien tech. This was a breeze by comparison.]

Okay. I think I've got it now.

[He said to himself as he confirmed his request. The machine did its thing and Felix reached to grab the item. It was small and sharp and aero dynamic. Felix balanced the tip of the throwing knife on his forefinger.]

Oh yeah. I could get used to this. Now to just make half a dozen more of these... a DMR, a Magnum, a sniper--

[Please interrupt him before he lists an entire army's worth of weaponry.]

iii. there's a party soon do you wanna go || simulation room

[The station had a simulated mission room. Felix thought it would honestly be rather boring and trite, not much different from the training room, but he quickly found out how wrong he was. The simulations were much more immersive than he had anticipated and instead of simply gazing at the equipment briefly and walking back out, he found himself caught up in a scenario despite his initial intentions.

It turned out it was worth the distraction. After an introduction period, Felix walked into a grand ballroom with people swirling all around to the beat of lively music and flitting to and fro twittering gossip from all over. His attire for the evening changed to match the setting and for a moment Felix marveled at the seamless integration as he glanced over his armor-less form to see himself wearing a nice suit that blended into the crowd. The realm was throwing a huge party and Felix had been informed there was a threat on the horizon and the goal was to find and neutralize it so that the orb could be obtained peacefully but amidst the ostentatious gala the mercenary's eyes lit up with excitement.

He readily forgot about the mission and joined in the revelries. That might have been a bit of a lie, but it couldn't hurt to have a bit of fun while he kept an eye out for trouble. Ever the opportunist, Felix mingled with the crowd and partook in the alcohol being offered to party guests. He wondered if simulated drinks could actually get him inebriated and decided to find out.

Eventually his eye caught sight of an anomaly. Two, in fact, and one was that another Orber had joined the simulation. He smiled as he approached and, no matter who or what the Orber was, Felix held out a hand in offering.]

Care for a dance? It'll be interesting, I can guarantee that.

iv. keep chasing those thrills || training room

[This was where Felix thought he would be spending a typical amount of time while stuck on the station. There were a lot of things that Felix neglected compared to how he had been within the military. But maintaining his body and sharpening his skills was not one of them. There was absolutely no way he would allow that to go lax. Not only was it vital to his career choice and survival, but he would never let his body look anything less than perfectly sculpted.

He was a wiry man, skinny and tall but finely muscled without a single ounce of fat on him. Look closely enough at him while he had no armor and worked out his body, and one might notice the various scars lining his body beneath the clothing. He paid no mind to others as he exercised unless approached directly.

There were days when he only exercised, but there were plenty of others when he picked up a weapon and practiced with it. His aim with firearms was notably perfected. The non-moving targets were boring as he kept his spread tight and the moving targets were hardly a challenge as he popped them off in quick succession with one shot each. It didn't seem to matter what sort of weapon he picked up but his favorites seemed to be pistols and any mid-range rifles. And throwing knives. He took a certain amount of pride at his skill with the knives as anyone who approached while he had them in hand would quickly find out.

Then there was finally a day that he went looking for company. Once he'd been around long enough to figure out who participated in sparring sessions and who had the skills to keep up with him. Maybe he had his armor on, maybe he didn't to keep it fair. But as he approached there was a smile to his voice as he spoke amiably.]

I was wondering if I could find a partner for the evening. Know anyone looking for a sparring session?

v. wildcard

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