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mrssylargray · 3 months
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silver team BTS
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inafieldofdaisies · 3 months
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Halo (2022-) | Season 2, Episodes 1 and 2, "Sanctuary" and "Sword" | Favorite scenes
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Perez: Did it hurt when you fell?
John 117: From heaven, yeah I’ve heard that one :)
Perez: no
Perez: I mean when you fell walking onto the ship. You tripped on your foot and just kind of lay there on the floor for about 10 minutes
John:
Perez:
Cortana:
Kai: we all saw it
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miladygeek · 3 months
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Primeiro episódio da nova temporada de "Halo: The Series" já está disponível!! 💣💥
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thelvadams · 3 months
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HALO: THE SERIES | Season 2 posters
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brujaporfavor · 1 month
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Me: I don't have a type!
Silver Team: *exists*
Me: So, I have a type.
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authortobenamedlater · 2 months
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Linda survived in that cryo-tube for however long so…
VANNAK
LIVES
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pelgraine · 2 months
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Is there a Halo TV series Discord?
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Anyone else think Kai left with Ackerman and basically fucked her team over? I hate to even think that but her not being around at all this ep after meeting with Ackerman last ep is just far to suspisious. And if she DID leave with Ackerman then Vannak's death is on her hands.
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alienisticxo · 2 years
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i just really love this photo and how it brings the scale of these Spartans into play. :’)
{credit to where it’s due, i randomly came across this on google.}
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In the nook of a valley that looked like it was ripped straight out of a postcard for “Adventurer’s Paradise,” Vannak-134 and Riz-028 stood awkwardly side by side. The scene was something out of a nature documentary, except the majestic beasts here were two supersoldiers in state-of-the-art MJOLNIR armor, not exactly blending in with the scenery.
Vannak, towering and clad in dark blue that screamed 'I’m here to party, but also I might accidentally demolish your house,' wore his EOD-variant helmet like it was part of his skull. Riz, on the other hand, was a study in black and subtlety, her armor sleek and adorned with a helmet that was more 'mysterious avenger from a sci-fi serial' than 'standard issue.' Those antennas on her head? They screamed 'I'm listening to your secrets, but also, I can't get good radio reception here.'
They were supposed to be scouting, or patrolling, or some other military term that meant 'walk around and make sure nothing explodes.' But there they were, staring at a waterfall as if it held the secrets of the universe, or at the very least, the secret to breaking the ice and admitting, "Hey, I kinda like you."
"Bet I can beat you to the top," Vannak said, breaking the silence with all the subtlety of a grenade in a china shop. His voice had that deep, rumbling quality, the kind that in ancient times made people think, 'Yep, that’s a leader,' or 'Maybe he’s a god,' but now just made Riz roll her eyes so hard she might've seen her brain.
Riz turned, her posture all 'challenge accepted,' but with an air of 'I’m also judging you.' "Wanna bet?" she threw back, her tone light, her dialect crisp with a hint of mockery, as if she was saying, 'Oh, we're doing this again? Alright, Shakespeare.'
The air between them, usually charged with the electricity of unspoken things and the lingering question of 'What are we, really?' was now laced with the anticipation of their ridiculous challenge. It was their thing, finding the most absurd ways to compete because apparently, talking about feelings was too mainstream.
"Okay, hotshot," Vannak chuckled, the sound muffled by his helmet, "loser buys dinner. And not just any dinner, but something from the black market of the mess hall."
Riz’s laugh cut through the sound of the waterfall. It was clear, almost musical, if music was made by sarcastic supersoldiers. "Deal. But when I win, I want one of those steaks you swear are 'just as good as real meat.' You know, the ones you talk about with the same reverence most people reserve for holy relics."
"You’re on," Vannak shot back, his stance ready, like a knight of old, if knights were into futuristic armor and making bets instead of jousting. "Prepare to be disappointed when it's your turn to raid the kitchen."
They squared up at the base of the cliff, the tension palpable, if you ignored the fact that this was all over a race to the top of a waterfall. "Ready to eat my dust?" Riz taunted, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a boxer ready to enter the ring."In your dreams," Vannak retorted, with the confidence of a man who has absolutely no idea if he can actually make good on his words.
Then, they were off, scrambling up the cliffside like two oversized mountain goats with an affinity for heavy metal—music or armor, take your pick. They climbed, occasionally slipping in their haste, the sound of their armor clanking against rock mixing with the constant roar of the waterfall. It was a symphony of chaos, a testament to their stubbornness and perhaps, a metaphor for their approach to personal issues—climb first, think later.
Halfway up, Riz nearly lost her grip, her foot slipping on a wet rock. Vannak reached out, grabbing her arm in a move that was part knight in shining armor, part 'oh no, we’re both going to die.' For a second, they locked visors, the world narrowing down to this moment of accidental intimacy.
"Thanks," Riz muttered, yanking her arm back like it was on fire, her tone a mix of gratitude and 'I'll never live this down.'
"Don't mention it," Vannak replied, his voice a weird blend of smug and genuinely concerned, like a puppy that's just saved its owner from tripping but also kinda caused it in the first place.
The race resumed, with more caution this time, as if they’d both been reminded that, yes, gravity still existed and, no, their armor couldn’t fly. When they finally reached the top, panting and probably a few dignity points lighter, they collapsed side by side, looking out over the valley below.
"So, about that dinner…" Riz started, breaking the comfortable silence.
"We'll see," Vannak replied, his tone light, but his unspoken words heavy with the promise of more than just a meal....
This was excellent. Your gift for imagery continues to astound me, and the ridiculousness of this event was so fun! I love the idea that Riz and Vannak are so bad at talking that they’d rather beat each other up than ask each other on a date.
The pining is adorable and the competition is even better. I loved it all.
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mrssylargray · 2 months
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"Put him in the sky."
I still don't get over was so subtly implied that Chief knew Vannak kept the pigeons on the roof. He also knew that it symbolized his freedom as a result of having removed the pellet.
He knows his team so well, upon discovering that Kai is with Akerson, how will he react.
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inafieldofdaisies · 2 months
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Halo (2022-) | Season 2, Episode 4 “Reach” | Favorite scenes
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“Master Chief informs me that running through the ship shouting ‘Who’s up for a fight’ doesn’t technically qualify as ‘briefing’. ”
- Kai 125
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miladygeek · 3 months
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Pôsteres individuais da 2ª Temporada de "Halo: The Series" 💥
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helix-studios117 · 3 months
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Halo Reloaded: Sparring Session
In the vast, echoic chamber of the Spartan training facility, two titans of human engineering collided in a symphony of raw power and unyielding spirit. Vannak-134 and Fred-104, embodiments of human potential unleashed, engaged in a battle that blurred the lines between myth and reality. The air crackled with the energy of their movements, charged particles dancing like fireflies caught in a maelstrom. Each punch thrown by Vannak was a thunderbolt, his fists trailing comet tails of light, the force of his blows causing the very foundations of the arena to tremble. Fred, a whirlwind of motion, responded with strikes that carved arcs of brilliance through the air, his speed creating afterimages that painted the room with strokes of vibrant energy. The clash of their fists generated shockwaves, sending ripples through the air that shattered the indestructible glass of the observation windows, turning them into showers of glittering dust that danced in the chaotic light. The ground beneath them cracked and groaned, a testament to the unfathomable power at play, as if the earth itself was protesting the fury unleashed upon it.Vannak, channeling the strength of a raging storm, launched himself at Fred with the force of a meteor. The air screamed in his wake, superheated by his passage. Fred met his assault with the grace of a tempest, his counterattack a burst of kinetic energy that lit the arena with a blinding flash, the impact resonating like the birth cry of a new star. For a moment, reality itself seemed to warp, the fabric of space straining under the weight of their confrontation. They were more than soldiers; they were avatars of destruction, their battle a symphony composed by the gods of war. As they fought, their fists and feet moving faster than the human eye could follow, they became blurs of motion, their strikes igniting the air with explosive bursts of light. The arena, designed to withstand the might of the most advanced weaponry, buckled and strained, groans of tortured metal filling the air as if the building itself was alive and crying out in pain.And then, in a final act of mutual defiance, they unleashed upon each other the sum total of their strength. Time seemed to slow, the universe holding its breath as two warriors, the epitome of Spartan might, collided in a cataclysmic explosion of light and power. The shockwave of their impact sent ripples across the fabric of reality, a sonic boom that shattered the silence of the cosmos. They fell, not as mere men, but as fallen stars, their bodies impacting the ground with the weight of collapsing mountains. The arena lay in ruins around them, a testament to the ferocity of their duel.Lying amid the wreckage, their chests heaving with the effort of titans, they shared a glance that spoke of battles fought and yet to come."...Truce?" Fred slurred, barely cherent. "...Truce," Vannak agreed, his voice a rumble from the depths of the earth, acknowledging the end of their epic confrontation. In the aftermath of their battle, a silence fell, profound and all-encompassing. It was the quiet of legends born, of myths made manifest. Fred and Vannak, brothers in arms, lay amidst the destruction they had wrought, their spirits unbroken, their wills indomitable. In that moment, they were more than Spartans; they were the very essence of war made flesh.
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