Currently preoccupied at the range— Approach with caution, she is still in a mood.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 disposable ⑊ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ┇ CTN0453-0 ┇

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— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐈𝐈 Well-rounded | Tech wizard | Drone Enthusiast | Fiercely loyal | 6’2” | 6’6” armored | Straightforward | High-energy | Frustratingly stubborn #HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

With a nod, she placed her helmet back on which masked her messy hair and teary eyes. “Thank you, I apologize if I have brought back memories not wanting to be brought up.”

She didn't care if they did or not, Petra soon pulled the helmet off of her head. Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair. “I miss her, I miss home..” There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.

In that moment, that shoulder squeeze was returned with a very TIGHT bear hug. Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest. Something she had never received until now.

“I was a young Marine Private First Class when it happened, got the call off base to help.. Barely got off world..” The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.

“I do.” Her helmet turned, alongside her head to the bottle of Chardonnay, something she can still taste too. It had been years since her first and final glass. “Chardonnay, a good bottle.. I haven't drank that since my graduation.”

When Ripley had looked up, an audible sniffle came from the Helljumper and spoke quickly. “I have heard you're from the same planet as me.” She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.

She shook her head, then spoke with a sigh that was muffled by the helmet. “I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”

Cue Petra approaching @tundraborn.bsky.social with her helmet on, dressed in her ODST shirt with combat pants and boots. “Captain?”

Awesome. Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots. A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸. 🖤;🔁 #HaloRP| #MVRP| #ᴍʏᴛʜ

Petra might join the Spartan, if she is looking for company that is. A day that is rough for her, very.

“Why should I? Or perhaps I could report this for negligent use of UNSC equipment, because I am quite frankly over the games.” She walked over, opening the vault and pulled the drone, holding it in a fist. “I catch this thing in earshot and I will swat it like a Banshee out of the sky..”

“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.” Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off. All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard. “We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—

“Enter..” Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone. She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.

The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone. A foot tapping irritably.

The glitter canister didn't yield the exact result as Nycaise wanted as she stood up and walked to her quarters. Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it. Nycaise will have to get it on her own.

Cue the Helljumper growling softly, with a quickness she grabbed the drone and stared at the camera on it. An expression of slight anger amongst her face. “Whose the turd who owns this? You want it, come find me..”

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐕 Captain Ripley “Winter” Kullander | ONI | Reach survivor | Former marine | Reconnaissance | Infiltration | Retrieval | 6’7” | 6’11” in armor | Mirage IIC | Friendly | Helpful | Loyal #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ | #HaloRP

“Have fun with that, I will be either cleaning my rifle or at the gym.”

ᅠᅠ ᅠ— "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰." Silvia Faye | S-G180 | SPARTAN-III | Warrant Officer | ONI Beta-V | Asymmetrical Action Group - #HaloRP - #MVRP - ahypocrite's problem !

"This is humanity's final stand - here - at Earth. We go we risk everything; every last man, woman, and child. If we stand our ground, we might just have a chance." #HaloRP -Admiral Lord Terrence Hood. -Mostly canon but there will be deviances.

“A heads up would have been nice.”

“It seems assault is welcome amongst this group? Wild.”

“𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹.” #HaloRP OC - Spartan IV Details below! • Friendly Mun - 30+ • FC: Helena Rey/Rhona Mitra • Mature Themes 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄! 🔞

“Sounds good then, I want to see you on the parade deck then.. Now.” Direct bluff called, Tora is screwed. “Disobedience will be met with you being thrown into the Brig, Corporal.”

“Oh no, just getting ready to dish out punishment for you acting a fool while on duty, Corporal.” Petra leaned down, staring down at the somewhat short Shock trooper.

. " 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝖽... " ♡ Dr. Maria Tan, Surgeon|Psychiatrist|Combat Medic ♡ Spartan IV ♡ Resident Therapist Aboard The Infinity " ...𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. " ❤️ + 🔁

" 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ? " 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 , 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 , 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭 . " 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙩 . "

“Corporal Tora, right?” Petra narrowed her eyes at the woman, she was in a pissy mood. Poor Diz, oh poor Diz.

Upon being bitten, Petra looks down at the fellow Helljumper. She hasn't had her coffee yet, it isn't the best time. “Tʀᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ?”

“When in doubt, blow something up.” 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘤𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘢'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 343 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 NSFW themes included (Guns, Blood, Gore, Violence) FC: Jennifer Lawrence