|| But lookie

BOOOOOOO

C O W A R D

It is tragically obvious which “fuck aliens” camp she’s a part of.

Nyrmaeus had every intention to pursue, right up until she had stepped into the hall to see how far they had already retreated. The element of surprise was gone. There was no telling just when Sable could assemble reinforcements, nor how many they would bring. Feral as she was, Nyrmaeus could —

When the throw blade struck and stuck into a portion of her back only covered with her techsuit, Nyrmaeus made no noise. The only evidence she had felt the injury was in how quickly she turned to enact retribution. By then the other Gamma was reaching the exit. Rather than immediately give chase, —

|| Prior to defecting from the UNSC and completely losing her mind, Nyrmaues was Nezhka-G002

She brings a certain feral doom to the function.

Her shields burst at the same moment her weapon scorched her hand and ceased firing. As the next few rounds dented and scratched her Jiralhanae-etched Mjolnir, Nyrmaues took the smoldering weapon and threw it full-force at Sable. In the same motion, she pushed herself off the wall and dashed —

Each shot had the traitor’s shields flare. By the time the kick struck and knocked her back, her HUD was alerting her of critical shield levels. Not that she really slowed down to take the defensive. As soon as her back struck the wall, Nyrmaeus drew a red plasma rifle from their hip and opened —

The first swing was a wild, wide arc as she stormed the room. She hit nothing but air and furniture. Despite the apparent thoughtless ferocity of her actions, she was still a Spartan. Nyrmaeus reacted to her shields flaring in an instant. Her movements had more force behind them than calculated —

She would expect nothing less. And suddenly, energy sword ignited, Nyrmaeus is bursting through the wall.

There will be violence.

She’s been off her smoothers for over a year, and she’s going to make it everybody else’s problem.

She’s in your walls.

|| If traitor, why pretty

Putting up a bundle of plasma grenades and just yeeting them all at once.

She’s here for the sole purpose of fighting everybody else.

“Do it jiggle?” — Atriox

|| Give me gamers to grind Firefight with, I beg

Raiding a UNSC facility, stealing explosives. Life’s good.

|| If traitor, why pretty

1. Liar 2. No-good FERAL dog 3. Fuck you

Hitting the nearest hostile with an oil drum.

Nothing.

They hate me because I have a fat ass.

Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once —

She is exactly where she wants to be, although not very sane.

One criticism she has of the Banished is their benefits program. It doesn’t exist.

|| Haven’t been able to find a new FC for Nyr, so I may just make her in BG3 instead

Fun fact: fuck you

|| Prior to defecting from the UNSC and completely losing her mind, Nyrmaues was Nezhka-G002

Today she is chaos incarnate.

D’awh, glad I occupy your thoughts.

Waaaah waaaaaah

Smoothers are for losers.

Throwing a marine like a frisbee

|| Manifesting more Banished Spartans and Venezians into the verse

Good luck stopping them in time. They’re all just here to cause as much damage as possible and then slip away. At least, as far as anybody can tell.

Destroying every UNSC vehicle and crate in the hangar.

Fun fact: there’s a boarding party in the hangar

She has been off her smoothers for months. Give her somebody to fight, please and thanks.

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐈 Pilot | Engineer | Commander | Mission-focused | Protocol-oriented | Cold | Social inept | 7'0" | 7'4" in armor | "Stuck-up" | Disliked by subordinates | Leader of Fireteam Moros #HaloRP | #MVRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

— 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 Gamma | Banished | Bullheaded | Marked by ONI | Ferocious | 6’8” unarmored | 7’0” armored | Spartan Killer | Raider | Pillager | Unpredictable | Banished Commander #HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

|| I am reworking Nyrmaeus slightly to be a complete menace and villain on the TL And I am making her a little taller so she can break people over her knee. Thank you for attending my TED talk

𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

She went from hiding in the walls to crawling around the ceiling. She has almost completely mapped out this UNSC facility — And she’s falling through the ceiling and crashing in front of the reader.

Update: she’s still in your walls

|| She’s but a feral lil’ meow meow