His command over the army assets on the Infinity has been temporarily suspended pending an investigation. Wilbur’s just gunna sit in his quarters today.

“ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖?” Lucy| B-091| Spartan III | Petty Officer Second Class | Beta Class | • #HaloRP • #MVRP

He might be drunk.

I used to be good at this stuff. What happened to me?

You weren’t supposed to hear that, Spartan.

With the Infinity moving away, the battalion was called back to the ship. Leaving the city on the colony world in a worse state than they found it. And with nearly 200 less personnel than they landed with. He’s going to need a strong drink.

He lazily looked at it for a few moments before matching glances with her. The perhaps political implications of this whole situation, something he’d not considered to this point, were now dawning on the already overwhelmed middle-aged burnout. “Nothing particularly sensitive. Basically just -

Outta all the Spartans to have walked in my room yesterday, why-oh-fucking-why did it have to be Kaja?

#Queekisms Alpha Bravo Charlie Delta BUT I FORGOT CHARLIE WAS A WORD put mega brain effort into thinking this little thing out BUT NO I FORGOT C WAS IN THE FUCKING ALPHABET SO THE FIRST HALF OF THE STORY HAS ECHO INSTEAD OF CHARLIE GODDAMMIT

“I don’t see how.” Old eyes glared at the bottle again now. His tense fingers tapping uncomfortably against the cold surface of the chair. No, he didn’t want to talk about his brother, but that choice seemed to have slipped away like so many other things. “Rudolph. My brother. He’s been -

It was a trick. The bombs went off, Alpha went in, Beta and Charlie were stretched to cover the lost ground. Delta were held in reserve, positioned around the capitol building to keep the protestors from storming it. He was in the office when he heard it. The explosions and shots just outside.

#Queekisms Just dawning on me I did the A, B, C, D designations for the four companies in the battalions But my brain skipped the C Ah well. I’ll correct it in the next version.

it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong it’s all gone wrong

He can’t escape the feeling that something is off.

On the edge of the city, there was an almighty explosion. Consuming a government-ran housing estate in a wave of raging fire and choking smoke. Wilbur could see the carnage from the balcony of the governor’s hall. The room he was in was in-fact the office of the local treasurer, who wasn’t -

“Brother.” He leaned back in his chair. Tensed fists clutching into the arms of the seat, his words escaping through gritted teeth. Every sense was enflamed, every nerve was pricked, and every thought was off. Frankly, Wilbur was on the verge of completely falling apart. “I don’t like to -

I can handle not drinking on a mission. But my god, did I have to get deployed to a fucking arid world? Dying of sweat.

“Be my guest.” His hard-hitting words were bitter. Not at the Spartan specifically, but at the entire situation in general. Sighing, the Colonel afforded himself one more swig before putting the cap back on the bottle and placing it on the edge of his desk. “It was…” Wilbur cut himself off.

The mission was going well fine so far. With the planet’s local authorities now mostly consenting to the assistance, the eight hundred or so army troopers aboard the Infinity were now landed. On the ground and bolstering the garrison of the most insurgent-affected city. Sure, some of the local -

His battalion are being deployed tomorrow. Some sort of peace-keeping mission on an insurgent infested world that the ship is passing-by. How fun for him.

He has never had a truer friend.

Crisis He’s out of booze

The Colonel just stared at her for a few moments. Eyes obviously burning into her as he tried to come to a conclusion. In the end, almost reluctantly, he decided against Kaja being the culprit. “I doubt that this…” He nodded towards the shattered pad. “…is related to your -

By the time Kaja got to his room, the Colonel was sat behind his desk. Skipping the glass entirely and swigging from a bottle he’d picked from the cabinet immediately to his right. “Was it you!?” He wasn’t quite shouting, but the hostility in his raised voice was clear.

Today is a deputisation and vodka day.

Don’t mind him. He’s just throwing his datapad across the room and into a wall. If putting a picture of his dead brother’s corpse on the screen is someone’s idea of a funny prank, he’d like a short, sharp, and probably violent word with them.

He’s about to eject a few of his Captains out of the dammed airlock.

I’m all about my seven a day, honestly. *opens a bottle of wine*

#Queekisms Okay dumb joke made. I can finally actually rest now. GOODNIGHT FOR REAL THIS TIME

Why am I looking at Sangheittes?

*Looks at the timeline.* And people wonder why I drink.

Drinking away the afternoon.

And you do a good job of it.

I’ll work on it (he won’t). Anyway, how’re things down below?

I hear sounds I’m not supposed to, and I feel the urge to drink.

Sorry, that’s us. Some dumbasses decided it would be a smart idea to recklessly drive a Warthog around a busy hangar bay. It’s being handled.

𝘾𝙋𝙊 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳 DOB: June 6, 2499 Height: 6’4” Weight: 230 lbs Personality: Grandfatherly calm, Assertively Supportive FC: Anthony Varrecchia

“Don’t mention it.” He’s not going to bring up the fact that she slept on boxes filled with grenades.

Offers a beer.

Organising some training drills for today.

Care to share, Spartan?

Caliber. You’re quickly becoming my favourite Spartan on this dammed ship.

He’s just discovered that two of his company leaders are called Captain Porky Johnson and Major By-The-Way.

🫡

Deciding he’s got better things to get done: Wilbur is just going to leave the beer bottle for the Captain when Lasky wakes up, while he goes and drinks something else somewhere else.