Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-46700864-20200826023754

You awake groggily face down in the dirt, your memory is hazy as you pull yourself to your knees and notices your damaged MJOLNIR Mk.V helmet in front of you.

You reach for it and try to remember how you got here. You remember Reach in flames, you delivering the package to Captain Keyes, your last team mate being killed, and you volunteering to stay behind to protect the Autumn before she could take off. You remember, wandering the wastes to find a place to stage your last stand, and you remember the energy dagger that was plunged into your chest.

Yet here, you are. Still (probably) alive. You finish standing up and inspecting your helmet, upset at the large crack in the visor, but at least the hole in it was fixed, probably by the force that brought you here. Your inspection is cut short as you notice that you're surrounded by a bunch of strange women, some with weapons.

They obviously aren't human, you can tell with just a simple glance due to the strange eye colors, inhuman features, and general sense of weirdness that seems to radiate off of them. You would admit that they were attractive with only your survival instincts and SPARTAN-III indoctrination preventing you from succoming to your base urges.

However, that small sense of attraction is dampened by the fact that they were giving you looks that could best be described as a hunter finding it's pray and being ready to pounce on it. You were normally the one giving that look as you closed in on a target.

The ring begins to close in one you and you slam your helmet on and take stock of your resources. It's not good. All you have is a single frag grenade, your MA37 Assault Rifle, your M6D Magnum, and a knife. Thankfully, you have max ammo on your guns.

You need to get out of this one and you start coming up with a plan of action as your HUD flickers back online still displaying your last mission objective.

Current Objective: Survive.

Good luck NOBLE 6.

WWYD?

Note: 6/You have no idea that they don't want to kill you, or what they want with you at all. 