"Huntress" is a Halo 5 Machinima that follows the ventures of a Spartan known only as Twenty-Seven. To escape her troubled past, she enlisted in the Spartan IV program under the stipulation that all recount of her previous life be erased. Now she operates on blacklisted missions for a secret branch of ONI, the Office of Naval Intelligence. Under their wing she has crushed uprisings, assassinated corrupt political elite and silenced mob-boss underloards alike. There has never been a target she couldn't eliminate.
Twenty-Seven willingly chose to have her memory and all records of her previous life erased. She substitutes companionship with missions and targets. She lives to complete tasks. While she is very talented, skillful and hyper-lethal; her isolation has made her cold and introspective. She isn't a sociopath. She isn't insane. She's a super solider with far too much time and talent.
*Cold/Uncaring* A target is a target. I don't get to draw lines. I'm just the one who pulls the trigger.
*Narrating* I've never needed a past. All I've ever wanted is the present.
*To an Ally* I've got my eyes on the plaza now. Something doesn't seem quite right.
Migs is Twenty-Seven's handler. He provides her with live data and tactical support when on missions. He has worked with her enough to have gotten use to her demeanor and attitude but still tries to connect with her in hopes that she'll open up a bit. He would describe himself as a father figure if asked. Twenty-Seven would most likely roll her eyes.
*Giving Directions* The guys you're lookin' for should be reppin' some stolen UNSC gear. Should be obvious enough.
*Concerned* I lost your feed for a second there kid. You alright?
*Joking* Unless you were gonna sprout wings and fly and I don't think you'll make it in time.
Arlon is a renown mercenary who has been paid by the mafia to assist in their operations on this colony. He was hired in direct response to Twenty-Seven's increased meddling in their operations. Marcozo was a gen 1 Spartan IV drop out who worked as a gun-for-hire until finally being given the chance to get his hands on some authentic Spartan gear and a much higher pay rate.
*Condescending* You can dress your goons up however you want. You're dealing with a Spartan. She'll tear through your cronies like paper. You need me.
*Mocking* I dunno miss. You seem a bit out of your element here.
*Giving Orders* Let's get moving! We don't have much time.
Dominae is the boss of the mafia operations on this colony. He is very official and business-like with Arlon during their brief interaction, in which he is trying to fire Marcozo.
Ah, Marcozo. Glad you could make it. We need to talk about our arrangements.
I assure you, we are well aware of the state of our operation.
No matter. Everything will fall into place.
Generic henchmen outfitted with stolen Spartan IV gear.
She's here! She's here!
Let's lock this sector down.
We've got you surrounded. Give up!
