Good luck. She’s never been stealthier.

She’s back in your walls again.

Fricking dead

S C R E A M I N G

Activating her active camo and s n e a k i n g

SHIELDS FLARING SCRAMBLING AROUND A CORNER

RUNNING — And slamming her helmet straight into a low pipe.

She’s just a sneaky lil’ intruder.

SCREAM— SCRAMBLING DOWN THE MAINTENANCE HALL

How many more weeks of her creeping around in maintenance halls between walls until the UNSC figures out they have an intruder?

No 😇

<— In the reader’s walls Again

If anybody finds the body in the supply closet: don’t worry about it. Don’t warn security. There’s no intruder. That marine just happened to just fall on a knife. Twenty-seven times.

Surely it will be found and eliminated before there are any serious problems.

Sneaking around in your walls.

<— within a few meters of the reader. Somewhere unseen

See? And everything was dealt with and everybody lived happily ever after. Minus the Phantom that was boarded and slipped away to who-knows-where, but that’s beside the point.

Not to worry: she’s getting the hell out of there before the Banished cruiser overhead begins to glass the entire facility.

Oh, now there would be an entertaining picture to leak. Too bad she isn’t deployed to sew chaos, even if she can’t help but to dabble.

As of this very moment, none of them are aware of the facility’s purpose. Lynaion is practicing every bit of caution taught to her during her time at ONI, however. The alarms that are now blaring are not her fault.

Taking a picture and forwarding it anonymously to as many UNSC personnel as she can.

Don’t worry. She hasn’t opened any spooky looking doors yet. As for the rest of the Banished? Well, they don’t always pick up on very obvious warnings.

Good luck hitting her, or even finding her.

Today’s fun fact: she’s watching you

|| Yells a little bit about her FC

. •---------• 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑-𝙱075 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗-𝙸𝙸𝙸 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 •---------•

At the first sign of movement both the Spartan and her alien comrades halted. All raised their weapons, training them on the human figure. Lynaion was the first to address the scientist, and she did so in a stern growl. “Don’t take another step. Identify yourself.”

Who is she to go against her orders? She was told to investigate the creepy Forerunner installation, and so she shall.

Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Everything’s under control.

<— poking around a Flood containment facility with some other Banished forces

Firing at the reader from a mile out, purposely missing their ear by a few centimeters.

. . . 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘼 𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 . 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 , 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 , 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕖 . [ 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 ]

A mile away, watching the reader through the scope of a stalker rifle.

— 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 & 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

— 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 Spartan-IV | Sniper | Stalker | Executioner | High Priority Target | Former ONI | 6’1” | 6’5” Armored | Hand of Atriox | Unstable | Sadistic | Merciless #HaloRP | #MVRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ