Cipher-Raid

Full Name: Sradorah Known Aliases: Pariah of the Breaking Dawn. Prisoner 4-19. Race: Forerunner Gender: Female Age: Unknown, several hundred years Height: 6' 9" Weight: 168 lbs Voice: Elegant, assertive. Eye Colour: Hazel Skin Colour: Lightly tanned white. Rank: Dishonoured Warrior-Servant, Starship Captain. Armour/Other: White and purple form fitted body suit, with radio neck collar restraint. Advantages: - Strong willed. - Quick thinker. - Unusually strong, considering her size. Disadvantages: - Disregards overly authoritative figures. - Holds no remorse for the killing of innocent people. - Stubborn. History: Sradorah

Rksh breathed a sigh, moving away from his entry point into the ship, and also lowering his rifle to his side in the process. The airlock door closed behind him, and the transport he used for incursion, was heard disengaging it's docking clamps from the outside of the hull, before speeding away. He was now alone on the ship, yet not officially. He still had the communication link between himself and Kalia, but it was only a small comfort to be had venturing deeper into the ship. The ship felt familiar, but at same time, completely alien. The ships outer trapezoid corridors were for the most part; calm and uneventful. The plate metal walls an

A sharp drawn out hiss signalled the end of the decompression cycle for the airlock that Rksh was standing in. The process had finally ran it's coarse, it wouldn't be long before the locking clamps for the airlock door disengaged, revealing what was on the other side. The old Ranger fidgeted in his gear, reaching down to unclip the Plasma Rifle from his thigh. He would've preferred a precision weapon over anything else, but a weapon with a high rate of fire seemed more suited for close quarters. He was just glad he had one then to just use his hands to fend off the unknown beyond the door. In less then half a second the locking clamps thumpe

Date - Unknown I'm lying in an infirmary as I'm writing this, with my leg containing numerous stitches and my head constantly throbbing from a sustained concussion. The pain in my leg I can deal with, but It's hard to concentrate when my head feels like it's been split in two, but I must accomplish this task with the inconvenience. It's the only thing I can do to keep myself busy before the headaches become unbearable, that or listen to the doctor here ramble on about herbal remedies. I've heard of unorthodox methods before, but these are ridiculous… I've been told it's been several days since I was pulled from the mangled wreckage of

Inside the cramped enclosed airlock, the HUD of Rksh's helmet flashed into life and started a synchronization cycle with that of his life signs, energy shields, motion tracker and his equipment. Here he waited in the claustrophobic conditions for the cycle to complete, suited up in a vacuum sealed Ranger harness, adorned with an Anti-Gravity pack and a single plasma rifle at his side. All this weighed only a few several pounds, but as the years wore on for him, it felt as if it was only getting heavier. I'm getting too old for this… Soon the HUD read one hundred percent peak efficiency, as a feminine voice soon broke the silence though