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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 4 2009, 09:12 PM (3,140 Views) | |
| MikeV37 | Mar 4 2009, 09:12 PM Post #1 |
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[OOC] Okay. You guys can start either on the surface, or on the ship. John is on the ship Shard, Cahery are on the ground. The rest of you can decide. I'll give you a few turns of respite. Enjoy the calm... for now... P.S. For new people, IC means in charachter, wheras OOC means out of charachter. ---------------- [IC] >>> UEG Protectorate, Planet High. ^.983-.988 G ^Population= 5,200,000(approximately) ^Atmospheric pressure normal ^4th planet from the sun : Sun: yellow Dwarf, Ariston >currently under UNSC control ^ Requisitioned [refueling station] ^Sphere of influence [Reach] ^Fleet Battlegroup Sigma stationed [1 destroyer {UNSC Faith of Fallen} 2 frigates {UNSC Whispers at Dawn, UNSC Strogii}] >10 light-years from Earth [outer colony] [Terraformed atmosphere. 2523AD] >> UNSC Whispers at Dawn, high Orbit. The way its sun played on the Planet was truly beautiful. It was too bad the people could not see it from their puny homes. The light split the planet into two halves. One dark, with shades of gray and blue, while the other more colorful, letting in a few greens and yellows. The dividing line now neared the huge elevator that connected the UNSC Strogii to the surface. The Whispers was above. For the people below, it was morning. The concept of time was much more free form in Space. There was nothing but the ships clock to adjust your sleeping and waking time. You’d be awake when needed and asleep when you weren’t. The docking process was almost fully automated, so most of the crew could do whatever they wanted. Much of them wanted to be planetside, to feel soft ground under their feet. Alas, this was impossible. In 2 hours, the battle group was due out, to subdue the peoples of other worlds as beautiful as this one. >>Base Foxtrot, outskirts of Ripsburg. South East of the space tether. A group of marines stood outside of the base, some 30 of them. The rest were still inside. It was still almost an hour until the alarm would sound and they’d have to wake up to switch with the tired watch post guards. The air was cold and dry. The soldiers split up into two lines, and 4 marines carried a coffin through the split. The coffin was draped in a UNSC flag. A casualty of war? Hardly. High was always a quiet place. It was too far from the Insurrectionists to come under their attack, and too far from the UEG for them to give a damn. The UNSC used it to replenish the fuel cores of their Slipspace drives on their ships. A stop between 2 worlds. Funny. The untold thousands who died in the Insurrection wars were forgotten, and the millions now burning under the onslaught of a new alien species are thrown away. But one guy slipping and falling off low tether got his funeral. The Sun was rising as the men shot one round in honor of the dead man, his corpse at rest unlike the millions of heroes floating in pieces through space. Then the marines departed. Foxtrot was coming to life. The alarm had another ten minutes to go, but the early birds had already woken, and were now wandering through the empty halls. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 4 2009, 10:17 PM Post #2 |
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Eric sighed, leaning against a rock. The sun was just rising, peeking over the planet's edge into Eric's "spot". It was a short walk from the camp, and was his favorite place to sit at. It wasn't too far from the camp, but it was close enough. Quiet, yet not too quiet. The sun was in Eric's eyes. It usually wasn't in his eyes this early. Maybe summer was coming up. {Great.} Eric thought sourly. {That means hot, sweaty, and long patrols. That means stinky bed mates stinking everything up even more. That means all of the little bugs that bite you, and leave red marks for a week, will be back.} Eric swung his weight, getting off the tree. With a stretch, he headed back to the camp. No point staying in his spot if the damn sun was going to ruin it. Sighing, again, he sat down on a camping stool, when he got back to the camp. He glanced glumly up at the tired guards, who had to stay up all night. He was going to be replacing them in a minute. In the damn hot sun. Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 4 2009, 10:23 PM.
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| J0hn185 | Mar 4 2009, 10:45 PM Post #3 |
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John woke up. Recently fresh from a nice 10 hour sleep. He got into his ODST Armour but left the helmet. "I'll think I'll have a bite. Just a small to carry me till lunch.He got to the mess hall and got a nice Cheeseburger. "The hell I'm eating light today, I haven't eaten junk food since Athens. After Finishing his Cheeseburger he went to a near hallway, and there saw the sun and the land. "seems an idyllic paradise, we just have to wait and see when I get to the surface, I hope I can do that. . |
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| Themistocles | Mar 4 2009, 10:46 PM Post #4 |
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When Captain Harrison Slavardek heard his alarm go off, he was instantly out of bed. He had long since trained himself how to master his physical condition, shrugging off sleep with little more than a second's notice. Usually it was in vain, and the broken alarm clock would ring up to three hours early. But today Slavardek didn't care. Today was different; he could feel it in his blood. Blood had been in his dreams, too. And death. And suffering. All the things he so inspired in his enemies and friends alike. They disliked him for it, but it made him special. Far more special than they were, in fact. He was completely and utterly unique. Soon the UNSC would be under his thumb again, the Covenant under his heel. On the outside, he was Slavardek. At heart, he was Themistocles. They would bow in servitude before him, and then he would find the things he had seen in his dreams: the floating eye, the planets formed into rings. He would find them, he would unlock their secrets. Only then would he find something worth bowing to himself. He watched the funeral procession go by. Such a funeral for such an insignificant being. The man was an ant, like most of them, a shell for the mind to control. And the mind was a husk as well, a whisper in a thunderclap. Grasping his combat knife by the handle, he gently ran a finger along its blade, cutting himself as he did so. He did not mind the pain; it was a reminder of that which would soon come to all of them. That was why the blade was never sheathed. "We will do great things today," he whispered to the knife. "Great things." He glanced up at the sky and saw how bright it was. He thought of all the wonders, the horrors, that lay just beyond the calm and trusting veil of the sky, and longed for evening to fall. How terrible and glorious it was at night, when the black emptiness was filled with a billion glowing eyes! He was a prophet, a prophet of the greater powers of the universe. He spoke for the buildings without builders. For the great Eyes that watched him. They watched him with some respect, just as they much watch the prophets of the alien monsters, the prophets of the Insurrectionists. They watched. Slavardek basked in their unseen glow, his blood alive with the exhilaration of the bloodshed to come. And the Eyes? They watched. They watched and waited. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 4 2009, 10:53 PM Post #5 |
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Eric yawned, louder then necessary. Captain Slavardek was messing with his knife again. The rifleman shivered. That man bothered him. {Captain Slavesdicks.} Eric thought with a chuckle. Like the Captain, he pulled out his knife, fiddling with it. He pointlessly threw it at the ground, stabbing it into the dirt. He didn't want guard duty, but at least it gave him something to do. Being a sniper was one thing. That was something to do. You had to pay attention to every little detail. Guard duty, and sitting around, though, wasn't. You sat around. That was it. The only difference with Guard duty, and sitting around, was Guard duty had no shade. With another sigh, Eric stood, then began doing some stretches. After checking his watch, he realized he had only about five minutes before guard duty. Hopefully they didn't decide to come switch early, though. |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 4 2009, 11:29 PM Post #6 |
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John, trying to kill the hours, went straight to his bunk. However he did not know where was his bunk mate which was recently appointed here. O.O.C: Jaw this must be you. |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 5 2009, 05:07 PM Post #7 |
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Jaw let out a sigh. This place is bigger than I thought. Jaw was siting in the mess hall waiting for time to go by. Jaw pulled out a piece of paper with the name "John Lagonikos" writen on it. I'll look for him later. Jaw gets up and leaves the mess hall while carrying his helmet in his right hand. Looking forward he saw a guy in the ODST armor. !, I think I found him. Jaw followed him till he went into a room. As soon as Jaw caught up he asked, "Would you happen to be John Lagonikos?" |
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| Themistocles | Mar 5 2009, 06:00 PM Post #8 |
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In perfect balance, the combat knife lay flat in the edge of Harrison Slavardek's palm. He glanced at the way it spun, moving in a purely two-dimensional rotation; it did not wobble in the slightest. Under the tutelage of a master of armed combat, he had learned many things about the blade. To be understood, the knife's wielder must view it as a Samurai would view his sword. A blade was a living thing with a soul as whole as any man's, embedded in a beautiful constructed from metal, the most pure of all solid substances. He was certainly harsh when speaking with his subordinates, and quick to reprimand. But his weapons were not as flaw-ridden as humans, and he treated them as best he could, polishing metal surfaces by hand and adjusting errors painstakingly. And although knives were designed for bloodshed, and they were right to be proud of their power, they had to be occasionally cleansed of crimson stains so they may not be handicapped the next time they tortured their victims. Slavardek's eyes slowly scanned over the countless weapons on display before him. Flamethrowers, machine and submachine guns, pistols, assault rifles, sniper rifles, missile launchers, even a few battered Covenant weapons, recovered in battle. He coveted one of their glowing swords, but for now he would make do with what he had. They were beautiful, these instruments of death, lined up on the long steel table like Trireme ships in horizontal formation before the merciless Persian invaders. He knew what the new soldiers thought of him, the ones whom he had just met days before. They were intimidated by his presence, terrified by his dehumanizing gaze, the cruelty in his expression. He was not a kind man, not the sort who could become instantly beloved by those he met. Eric was the worst, always muttering his demeaning musings, fooling around in ways that were far less than productive. He misunderstood Slavardek, thought his mind was a perverse jumble of strange ideas and sociopathic ideas. Slavardek was only a man, a highly gifted, powerful man, and even Eric would eventually learn to accept him as the powerful, prophetic warmonger he was. He was fascinated with the way they looked away from him, and could not bring themselves to meet his gaze. Was he really so intimidating? Or did they know his reputation? Did they realize that he had once been the famed General of the UNSC? Did they understand how close he had come to creating alliance with the Covenant before the incompetents and idiots above him had arrested him for war crimes? Did they see him as the terrible monster who had carried out such atrocities? Or as the enlightened prophet, Themistocles, the one that had nearly saved humanity through his actions? Of course the latter was correct. Every saint in history had been considered a fool, a traitor. Jesus Christ, Socrates, Mohammad, Copernicus, Galileo, and the Buddha. Even the great Athenian general Themistocles had been ostracized by paranoid politicians, after his strategy saved Greece from the Persian invasion. In his dreams he had seen his soldiers whispering behind his back, calling him by demeaning nicknames; then a young woman seeing his silhouette out of the fog and screaming, cowering in fear from the shape of what she thought a monster. But he just laughed at such images. The soldiers who called him names were blind; the woman who cowered in fear would soon learn the glories of the gifted military theocrat. The worst insult of all was how they called him "Captain", how they said it so sincerely, how they were told to say it. He was a general, the greatest general since Themistocles I himself. Yet he had been reduced from General to Captain, without telling anyone who he had once been. He glanced into his own reflection in the barrel of a metal pistol, at the fury and hatred encased within his glacier-blue eyes, those eyes that were always so cruel and commanding. He watched as his grimace became a cold laugh, cold as the Eyes that were the stars of the sky. He was an agent of death, and he would bring that gift to all who opposed him. Soon he would regain the power he had had among his cult followers, but that power would extend to the entirety of humanity, creating a sprawling theocracy with him at the center, not as Harrison Slavardek, but as Themistocles--Themistocles II--the leader of this brave new world of his, both cruel and forgiving. Then, only then, would the Eyes see him in full. Edited by Themistocles, Mar 5 2009, 06:07 PM.
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| evilidiot | Mar 5 2009, 06:22 PM Post #9 |
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Generic name is fiddling with his knife waiting for something to happen. Sighing with boredom he starts to check his weapons to make sure that they wont jam in combat. Maybe today would be a day of action. Out of nowhere he procures heat goggles and stuffs them in his backpack.... Then he imagines Slavardek um Slavesdicks um... and starts laughing and quickly cans it before the "captain" comes |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 5 2009, 06:39 PM Post #10 |
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"Would you happen to be John Lagonikos?" "Yes, you must be Walizer. Please to meet you, we need to report to the ODST bay. See if anything interesting happens, Sargent. Now, lets go." John seemed to have some odd feeling that something was about to happen, especially this day. Something odd bothered him. "But first let's go to the armory. Pick our poisons." He picked his helmet and placed it under his arm. "Oh if you want to leave your stuff, please do it in this bunk" pointing at the bunk below his. |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 5 2009, 07:30 PM Post #11 |
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Crap! I left my stuff in the mess hall!!! "Ok... uhh you lead the way." I need a map or something Jaw put his helmet on. "I prefer to be called Jaw. It is just something I have been going by since I joined." Jaw stepped out of the way to let John through the door.
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| Themistocles | Mar 5 2009, 08:19 PM Post #12 |
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IC: Brushing the dust from the shoulder of his dark uniform, Captain Slavardek stepped slowly into the soldiers' barracks, placing one black shoe before the other in a precise pattern. He was accustomed to viewing the untidy hovels of the common infantryman, but still he viewed the scene with mild disgust. The contents of each of their bags were discarded across the floor at random intervals, with junk heaped in piles. Though the soldiers had more leeway during peacetime, Slavardek still expected troops under his command to maintain their living space to proper regulation. The barracks were not housed in a small complex, and there were countless rows of double-bunks, as the barracks acted as temporary residence for soldiers from a large area. After moving steadily through the rows, he turned a corner and entered the room where a number of newly reassigned soldiers were meeting. He recognized their faces and knew their names from the list he had received earlier that day: Corporal Benjamin Rapturas, Private Jen'rique Nermoe, and Sergeant John P. Brown. John P. Brown was a rare case of soldier who had progressed through the ranks quickly, as opposed to most, who died quickly due to carelessness. He looked disdainfully at Jen'rique Nermoe, the only Private in the small group. He was truly a newcomer. Hopefully he would prove useful over time. He was pleased with the pristine way in which they saluted, their stances perfect and straight. They had been well-taught. "At ease," he said. As they dropped their salutes, he said, "Good morning, gentlemen. It is a pleasure to observe how alert and awake you all appear to be this fine morning." He said this, looking at each of them in turn, then switching back to the first one, going in a slow cycle. "We are on a strategically important location to the UNSC, one that must be protected at a all costs. It links the fleets at Reach to the outer colonies and prevents the Insurrectionist from gaining the upper hand. We must be alert at all times." Slaravdek spoke with a light southern drawl, and his voice flowed like warm liquid, soothing the soul, but its underlying authority chilled it just as quickly. His accent somehow made him sound more intelligent, rather than less. He strode over to regard the weapons they had laid out before themselves. Private Nermoe's weapons were quite clean and well-kept, but the others' rifles were heavily scratched and still crusted with dirt. Nermoe held a battered combat knife in his left hand, in an unimposing grip. "I believe you should take into account, gentlemen, the fact that the only Private among you is the one with his equipment kept in best condition. I would implore you to investigate into the source of this phenomenon." He continued on in his pacing around the barracks. "For now, you need not worry about this. You have just been assigned here, so you will not be reassigned again any time soon. Even the bastards that make up the UNSC Command here on High would refrain from doing that to you. So for now you are under my direct command. Any soldiers in my chain of command, yourselves included, shall fully respect my authority. Even the ODSTs that might be lurking among you will eventually find themselves in that great chain." "Sir," came the voice belonging to John P. Brown, "when the UNSC took Tommy Soyokaze out of my unit, they said we'd get someone to replace him. Far as I can tell, we don't have no goddamned replacement, and I think we'd all like one." Slavardek ignored the use of ill language in the face of a superior; it was not directed at him. "I assure you, a replacement is currently available. He was reassigned here already. Perhaps you have not met. His name is Eric Rin Sermo, according to my list. Corporal 2nd class." "Then where the hell is he?" Slavardek watched as they all looked around, in search of the man that had abandoned them so early. "Find me Sermo. Now. If he fails to present himself, there will be penalties." OOC: Here I refer to EvilIdiot's character, "Generic Name", as "Jen'rique Nermoe". That was the name Mike used for him earlier on. Although this was most likely a joke, I will use it until EvilIdiot thinks up one; I don't think I've ever encountered anyone called "'Generic Name" before, or anything remotely like it. By the way, Slavardek spent most of his life as an aristocrat, so he speaks with high vocabulary. I know it would sound unrealistic if everyone talked like that. But Slavardek's high speech is intended to be that way. As far as his accent goes, he sounds kind of like the Director, the unseen, antagonistic government official from Red vs. Blue: Reconstruction. Edited. Reason: Did not follow RP rules. God-modded. Request of change by RP GM. Edited by J0hn185, Mar 5 2009, 09:35 PM.
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| J0hn185 | Mar 5 2009, 08:34 PM Post #13 |
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"Ok, jaw. Let's go to the armory." He walked in a very quick way, seemed to excited about something he did not know what was happening. John was always very eager to get in battle, so in a way you can say he enjoys battle and it's consequences.He doesn't like officer too much however.. Too much power can rot a man, no less if he is weak and not prepared for commanding. Leadership is a thing hard to get, only a few are born with it. Of course, he did wanted to become a captain one day. Continue his military career. The ODSTs where a way to get out, after boot camp he was sent to the ODST crop instead of the Officer school. He had a new enemy, the covenant, he has heard of the destruction of these alien bastards before. He hates them somehow. He does now that hate will do him no good against their might, respect is best weapon nowadays... and his shotgun of course. Edited by J0hn185, Mar 5 2009, 09:32 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 5 2009, 09:50 PM Post #14 |
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[OOC] First of all, Themistocles might notice his post was edited. He wasn't aware of the rules, so there is no punishment, but YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE OVER OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACHTERS. I forgot to mention this, but you new people should really also read the "RP rules forum" This isn't the next Major update. That will come tomorrow. [IC] >Whispers at Dawn. As the ODST's walked through the halls, they were met with sneer looks. People turned away, moved to get ou of the ODSTs path. This was explainable. The ODST's were generally the most ruthless and offensive of the UNSC troops, and now, with a planet in front of them and nothing to do, they were restless. Some of them turned to hazing and bullying other UNSC personell to escape their boredom. Such as the two in the hallway to the right of John. They were currently cornering a lone marine. John couldn't hear hat they were talking about, but he could see from the corner of his eye the expression of the marine. He was scared shitless. >Planetside. The Birds woke up, and their singing and weeping now flooded the base. The alarm rang, but most of the marines had woken up already due to the noise the birds were making. The belief was on High that this signaled a storm. But this only came true half of the time, and was believed to be a myth. The sun had now risen and illuminated the camp. The guard was slowly changing. Those who were getting off were sleepy, those getting on just woke up. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 5 2009, 10:09 PM Post #15 |
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The alarm went off. Eric flinched in response. Great. Guard time. Happy, fun, cool, not-hot guard time! Rin got up from the seat, stretching again. Grabbing his knife out of the dirt, where he had slammed it in, he wandered off to find his "guard". In other words, the guy who had to stay up all night staring at a rock, and was being replaced by Mr. Sermo.The hot sun beat down on the heavy helmet of the Rifleman. Cursing, he threw it on the ground, instantly regretting it. As he picked it up, a slight scratch was barely visible in the helmet. "God damn-it...." he sighed, setting it on a rock. Bored, he spun on his heel, and turned to make his loop around the camp. {Wasn't I suppose to go see that creepy captain guy, or something? Eric thought blankly. {Oh well. I'm doing my guard duty. I've been here for almost a year now, and have built some pretty solid habits. I really don't feel like suddenly changing them.} With that finishing thought, he spun on his heel again, heading back to his little spot that gave him at least a little shade. A very small rock out cropping. Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 5 2009, 10:17 PM.
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| Themistocles | Mar 5 2009, 10:33 PM Post #16 |
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OOC: Look, I'm really sorry about the "god-modding". I hadn't intended to take control of the character, and I hadn't realized I was doing it at the time. I'm honestly glad John changed it. IC: Slavardek turned and left the barracks in a rush. He had received no useful assistance whatsoever from the soldiers within the barracks, so he was ready to turn to his other men. They were the true muscle of the forces here; even the newcomers had been scored high above most of the others in terms of physical prowess and combat expertise. These were the sorts of followers he had always searched for. In theory, they would be perfect, as long as they were loyal to his own causes; no good leader was led by his followers. The Eyes knew that, so it was inevitable that he had learned from them. Here on the north-eastern hemisphere of High, the temperatures were often crisp and cool, if not icy. But today they had become unbearably hot, the heat levels higher than usual. Even so, Slavardek made no effort to cool himself off; his uniform was on just as tightly as ever, and its material, nearing a shade of gray-black, absorbed a great deal of solar radiation. Although he preferred the cold, he had learned lessons from the boundless wisdom of fire, and knew that it was only heat that could achieve a state of matter that relied less on consistency and probability. Although he knew the Uncertainty Principle could only rarely apply to such macroscopic structures, this analogy was entirely accurate. He fingered the pistol around his belt, savoring the idea that he could take a man's life with only the slightest movement of the hand and wrist. His knife was easily accessible as well, by either hand. When he went into battle, he might have to rethink his selection of weapons. But his combat knife would always be with him. If he lost it somehow--improbable as it was--he could always take one from another soldier, of kill him for it. How easy violence was for a creature bred for bloodshed! Was that the instinct the Covenant lacked: the capacity for overwhelming violence in times of need? No, the Covenant had the instinct. But humanity had more of it. Perhaps that would make the treaty more negotiable, if--when--he was presented with a second chance at alliance with the enemy. He forced his fingers to abandon the safety of his pistol's grip and clasped them behind his back, resisting the urge to grab a weapon; he was an officer, not a barbarian, and the positive of that position was that he could use others for the violence he himself could not acceptably carry out. He knew most of these soldiers had been here for some time, but he himself was new to High and its inhabitants. He spied the young, sharp face of Eric Rin Sermo, a face he had seen on his list, and he allowed a slight smile to play across his lips, never approaching his eyes. "Good morning," he said softly. "I am pleased to see you are so ready for guard duty. If only you were inclined to do so as you are prepared." He extended his hand calmly. Edited by Themistocles, Mar 5 2009, 10:35 PM.
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| J0hn185 | Mar 5 2009, 10:43 PM Post #17 |
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Right next to the corner of the armory, a group of ODST's where bulling a Marine. "You two over there!" Said with such a strength that the ODST's turned right away. He knew that these two Fags had to be punished for this, so he came with quite a plan. Although being some feet away, John sprinted to the biggest of the two and got him by his neck. And raised him up three feet in the air. "Now listen, if you do anything like this again. Then you will find yourself serving as a damned office clerk. Now report to the bay, or I'll lock you both down." "Ye-yes Sir" was the immediate response of the both. He went back to the marine. "Go to the mess ,son. Grab something to eat... You look quite weak" With a smile he returned to Jaw. "See, you have to treat them like shit, just to forge a sense of responsibility to treat others with respect, if they have no respect for they subordinates, sure as hell they don't have it with their Superiors. Now let's go. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 5 2009, 10:47 PM Post #18 |
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OOC: Its cool. I kinda blew it up more then it was. It wasn't even a big deal. :/ Sorry. I tend to asplode stuffz. IC: "Good morning," a voice said softly behind Eric. He recognized it instantly; it sent shivers down his spine that he could scarcely control. Eric spun on his foot, snapping a crisp salute. "Good morning Captain Sl, *cough* Captain Slavardek." The marine stuttered. Nearly said the other name. The captain extended his hand, saying "I am pleased to see you are so ready for guard duty. If only you were inclined to do so as you are prepared." Eric paused, thinking. He felt rather stupid for being confused at this simple sentence. Slowly, he shook the Captain's hand, nodding. "Y-yeah. Er, Yes sir." he responded, barely above a whisper. The man had, yet again, succeeded in disturbing Eric easily. Something about him just seemed... odd, to the marine. Unnatural. With an effort, Rin hastily shoved these thoughts away. "Nothing so far, sir. The weather is scorching, but nothing out of the ordinary. Summer must be on its way." He smiled weakly, letting his hand drop. Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 5 2009, 10:50 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 5 2009, 11:21 PM Post #19 |
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NPC action! -Pvt Franco Collier, aboard the UNSC Whispers at Dawn The marine thanked John, but turned and walked away. He held his gut. Franco didn't trust John. After all he, too held the ODST insignia. It was better to fend for oneself. He walked over to a group of marines who just stood there as Franco got beat, and they continued their walk together. -Cpl Ricardo Eschler, watchtower south of foxtrot. The Large man walked up the tower with a smile. The heat didn't seem to affect him at all. "Hey Eric, guess who got assigned to fire the 102? It's me, Rick!" He strode in the tower, carrying a box. "Who's the new gu..." Rick saw the rank insignia and immidiately tried to straighten up and salute the officer. This failed. The man was tall, easily 6'8". The cieling only went up to 6'5". As he straightened, he hit his head on the cieling. The box dropped on his feet. "Cpl. Ricardo Eschler, reporting for du-Ow, Fuck!" |
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| FalloutJack | Mar 6 2009, 01:15 AM Post #20 |
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Awesome to the Badass to the Chaotic Mastermind.
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OOC: Because of all the stuff that has been going on, new character will be dropped in and unobtrusive way...thusly. Also, introducing the Kevin Durandal Theme! Enjoy. IC>>>>> "Hey! Heeey!" It was around this time that a soldier was dropped into the field by a ship. There were several boring reasons for why they chose to do it this way, none of them being at liberty to discuss with a corporal, so just do it ya jarhead. There was just one problem... "This is the wrong place, dumbasses!" Ah, but the ship flew off and he was a bit far from the local base which he was suppose to report to. Rotten scumbags... You can never trust pilots, especially if they have a sense of humor. So, that left him to tromp off in the general direction of the base he was going to, hoisting his snipin' rifle, his submachine gun, his kinda' pointless standard issue knife and a couple of grenades while in armor with rations and so on...and he didn't know who to report to, exactly. Okay, they'd written it down on his suit's computer. That was good. He called up his standing orders. Hang on... What the...? How do you pronounce that? Is it Russian? What the fuck, mate? Okay, that aside, he headed off in the direction of the base, keeping himself occupied with talking to himself and music from his helmet's internal headset. (It couldn't be heard externally, so it was approved.) Also, if you spare a few bucks to the right guy, you can get a suit with some decent AC, seriously. To make a long story short, it was a really long hike through some very nice-looking country, and it put Kevin in mind to want some Z-time later for this. Bastards... So, finally, he comes across what must be the base and spots a patrolman. Who? How the hell should HE know? He doesn't know anybody! However, he walks over to the guy and speaks up. "Hiyo. I'm suppose to report in to a uhhh...Savar...Slavrad...Schlodobovek... Errr...how the fuck do you say that Captain's name? I'm at a total friggin' loss here." This was a sign of things to come. Not only was Kevin having a bad day, but the type of day he was having would inevitably spread to others. He had an atmosphere about him that created this nonsense. You were warned. |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 6 2009, 04:08 PM Post #21 |
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[OOC] First Major update! Woohoo! [IC] >>UNSC Whispers at Dawn. High orbit. The armory was relatively empty. One bored guard was chewing on an unlit cigar in the corner, but no one else was there. Why would they get their weapons when they’d have to go into cryo for the next jump? It took about a week to get here from the base at Reach. Most of the crew just walked around the ship, stretching their legs. Battle Rifles covered the wall to the far right, but of the weapons of the UNSC were there, with the notable exception of mounted guns. Those were kept near the garage. Ammo lined the walls in neat boxes. There was a scream from the end of the hallway. Not one of fear, but of anger. The gym was that way, and some Marines and ODSTs were training. Just training. Probably. -Cpt. Hiro Kamiyama The Strogii had fueled itself, and was now ready to region the group. The UNSC Symphony of Destruction destroyer was to join the Battlegroup in 10 minutes. Then they would set out. In half an hour, the ships would jump, if everything went according to plan. Everything rarely went according to plan, however. The Captain knew that. His soldiers really had more than an hour before the ships would start to turn away from the planet. Ah well. Let them enjoy themselves. One thing worried him. It was 2 objects, moving towards the planet. He spotted them on the radar. Those were most likely asteroids. The UNSC didn’t have any meteor showers predicted on the planet, but it was possible they miss calculated. An asteroid hitting a ship in open space was bad. Next to a planet was worse. >> Base Foxtrot, Planet High The day shift guards had replaced their sleepy night shift brethren. The 102’s were loaded and the snipers in position. Nominally, the tether was the most important position on the planet. It was the only thing which connected the Planet to space. It was technically possible to land a frigate using its own engines, but this was highly impractical, and dangerous if the frigate had low fuel. The Tether then, was the planet’s lifeline in the UNSC’s eyes. In reality though, no one cared much for it. The citizens were more than happy to trade among themselves. The Insurrectionists on the planet, if there even were any, did not pack the amount of firepower needed to take down a tether, either. The base was a paranoiac precaution by the UNSC. The soldiers didn’t object though. It was better than getting mauled by an alien or blown up by some trigger happy terrorist. This was a fairly nice planet, comparatively. It was easier to breathe here. The bugs were an annoyance of course, but they were nothing like the fist sized furballs found on some of the UEG’s more exotic planets. Speaking of bugs, they had finally decided to show up. They were lying under the earth for the colder months, but apparently today was the day they broke free. It was spectacular really. The ground burst as if by machine gun fire. Whole fields went up as dust covered the sky. The only possible upside was that the birds finally went away, their deafening screams fading as they did. The bugs were small, enough so that they were carried by the wind, and their bite was generally harmless. A few soldiers however, had an allergic reaction to the bites which made them swell and itch. For them, the bugs restricted life to inside the installation, where the bugs would get swept away by a special system at the entrance, or up at the watchtowers, where the constant wind kept the bugs away. If they wandered anywhere out, their life turned to hell. -John P. Brown John was outside when a soldier brandishing a sniper rifle approached him. The man came from the field, and looked to have walked quite a bit. “Hiyo. I'm suppose to report in to a uhhh...Savar...Slavrad...Schlodobovek... Errr...how the fuck do you say that Captain's name? I'm at a total friggin' loss here." “The new Captain? You know, I have no idea how to say it either. Around here, we call ‘im Slavedicks. He’s somewhere inside the base, probably drilling into the mind of some poor guy. I’m here to see the bugs. It only happens once a year. You wanna stay here and watch? The show’s about to begin.” And then the ground exploded. [OOC] Ahem. You ALL too the explosion the wrong way. The bugs don't just fly up out of the ground, they take chunks of the ground with them. There were certainly no deaths(Because I would post that specifically.) There is Lots of dust and the ground flies everywhere. Why the hell would there be an actual explosion? Also, I would post the aftereffects of the explosion. I chose it as a word to describe how the ground flew apart. Edited by MikeV37, Mar 6 2009, 10:46 PM.
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 6 2009, 11:06 PM Post #22 |
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Eric groaned. Bugs. Everywhere. He had to book it inside as soon as the damned things took off. He hated them with a passion. And because of a slight allergy to them, it was even worse. But, hey. It gave him an excuse to get off guard duty. When some other poor sap quickly took his spot, he sat inside the base, happily watching the things getting sucked up into the air vents as they tried to fly inside. It was a nice, well deserved sight in Eric's opinion. He swore, moving farther into the base. Damned bugs always ruined everything. Once, as a child on Harvest, Eric was bit by a Darnwit. A small, beetle like bug with a poisonous bite. He was having his 8th birthday party out in the fields, but had to be rushed to the nearest hospital in his home town, Whitten. From then on, he has always hated bugs of all kinds. As the marine walked into the base, he past Cpt. Slavedicks. The man seemed to be enjoying the site of the bugs. With a shiver, Eric moved on past him into the base. Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 6 2009, 11:14 PM.
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| Themistocles | Mar 6 2009, 11:12 PM Post #23 |
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OC: Just wanted to say that I completely cracked up when the marines started calling my character "Captain Slavesdick". I love it. As soon as I thought up the name, I knew someone would come up with something like that, but no so soon... I'm quite pleased to see that everyone respects and acknowledges the character I've created, the way I intended, in spite of the fact that I'm a newcomer to this site and all that. But just as real soldiers would do, your characters joke about the superiors behind their backs, even ones like Slavardek. I also like the way no one can pronounce the name. I thought it sounded vaguely Icelandic/Scandinavian, but that's just a random guess. Something European, anyway. My favorite mispronunciation was "Schlodobovek". Of course, it wasn't as good as "Slavesdick". Seriously, the "Captain Slavesdick" thing was brilliant. Rin Seiko, I believe that was your idea originally. IC: Captain Slavardek stood wearily by the side of the complex, staring out across the ocean of fire. His eyes were hungry as they scanned the work of the devastation that had rocked the ground like no quake he had ever encountered. Fire was rampant as it sped across the landscape, all-consuming and all-powerful. Even now, the shockwave continued to reverberate across the ravaged landscape, even as the dry forests succumbed to the insects' superlative nature. Slavardek gazed in wonder at the scene, awe-struck once more by the sheer power of flame. Although the horizon was still obscured by debris and dust, he could see that, less than a half-mile away from him, the planet's topmost layer of crust had been torn apart, ripped open like a body impaled on an iron pole. It was incredible, the way the billions of fly-like creatures had emerged in great torrents from the rock, sending rocks and debris flying in huge arcs across the sky, tearing up the land as they went. They flooded through the forest, killing the trees with unsettling urgency. In some areas, the clash of debris had even produced wildfires, which attacked the forests just as quickly. The scenery was more beautiful than terrifying, at least in his eyes. The edges of his uniform moved slightly in the wind, the edges of his short-cropped, steel-gray beard as well. His hair, also short and of the same color, were affected similarly. He noted his mental use of the term "similar", but at the same time he knew that mathematical ideals were not possible within the human scope of thought, nor any familiar natural structure. And the mathematics of the vast, multi-mile-long crater before him were nothing that any human could calculate. But he was dumbstruck by the manner in which the many electromagnetic frequencies collaborated and were reflected and refracted in order to create such a breathtaking mosaic for the human mind to view through his visual apparatuses. Mathematical and scientific viewpoints were certainly dehumanized. But the Eyes favored them over the fragility of alternative religions, so Slavardek was obligated to favor them as well. He had enjoyed meeting Eric, even if the meeting had been brief. Of course, he had heard of Eric before, but never met him. He was still in awe of the uncertainty and fear he seemed to spark in people's minds. Eric had been no exception. And his name... his name was always somehow mispronounced, and these juveniles that called themselves "soldiers" always found ways to twist it into something humorous. His only consolation was that they did it to forget about the terror he caused. Ricardo Eschler was a good man, respectable, even if he was something of a behemoth. Slavardek was still expecting Kevin Durandal to appear sometime in the near future. If he was late, hopefully it would not be his fault; if it was, he was in trouble. He was quite pleased with the way all of them had been so quick to acknowledge his authority. It was now more than ever that he wished the Eyes of the Architect would speak to him, instruct him. But perhaps he would have to discover it for himself. Looking out across the great wasteland created by the insect-induced cataclysm, he turned on his heel and strode determinedly toward the complex, where his new soldiers surely awaited. OOC: I described the "bugs'" explosion the way I pictured it, since there wasn't a lot of information to go on. If that's not the way it was meant to go, let me know. But I don't believe that counts as "god modding", does it? |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 6 2009, 11:16 PM Post #24 |
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(OOC No, I don't think so. Also, I edited my post to involve Sir Dickser, rather then doing another post. Not much to add, if you ask me.) |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 6 2009, 11:40 PM Post #25 |
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-Cpl. Ricardo Eschler Rick watched sadly as Eric went away. It was necessary, He knew that. The bugs were espessialy agressive the first few weeks from their emergence. He did not like the replacement, Ellen. Ellen was strict and up tight. Everything always had to be kept straight and clean around her. No relaxing on the watch now. Aw well. Maybe once the bugs calm down they'd give him back Eric. -Sgt. Ellen Shaftpern Ellen pouted as she walked onto the watchtower. She detested working with this doofus. He was always lazying about on the job and never kept his things organised. He wasn't that smart either. Then again, that's not why they got him, she knew. He could carry a 102mm Rocket pod by himself and fire it. Brawn didn't need brains. Foxtrot base The marines were mobilised in groups, putting out the fires the bugs spawned. The bugs were always a nuisance, but this spring had been espesially dry, and the fires spread through the wood quickly. Warthogs drove out, armed not with bullets but with water. 2 Pelicans started flight, carrying chemicals to put out the flames. It was impossible to get rid of the bugs, the humans have been trying to do that for years now, but letting the fire spread would be a total failiure on their part. Fire crews from The nearby town mobilised with the Marines. 2 UNSC elephants drove out of the gates, past the two marines standing there. They were equipped with chemical hoses. Edited by MikeV37, Mar 6 2009, 11:42 PM.
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| FalloutJack | Mar 6 2009, 11:44 PM Post #26 |
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OOC: Hey, I had the sense to ask first. My post will be error free. Well, maybe... Oh, and Them? You're welcome. IC>>>>> “The new Captain? You know, I have no idea how to say it either. Around here, we call ‘im Slavedicks. He’s somewhere inside the base, probably drilling into the mind of some poor guy. I’m here to see the bugs. It only happens once a year. You wanna stay here and watch? The show’s about to begin.” Kevin laughed at the patrol guy's comment, noting that getting this guy's name right was gonna be both funny AND strenuous if he was half the dick this guy implied. Anyway, he said said something about bugs, which confused him, and then he saw the ground- "Agh!" Well, it's like the man said. The ground suddenly exploded...in a sense. Tons of variously-sized bugs were literally erupting out of the ground, tearing bits of it out as they went flying all over the place. It was so sudden that Kevin's first reflex...was to flail. Well, he was standing on the ground, wasn't he? And it's not that he had some sort of phobia for bugs, or alergies, or that they could even get into his suit for that matter. It was just that they suddenly sprang up and...well...the guy didn't SAY that they'd be coming in like Springtime for Imohotep! Kevin glared at him. "Man, ya could've warned me they came out of the ground like that. But uhhh...I'll pass, thanks. Enjoy your ummm...bugs." He really didn't want to stand around and admire nature right now. He'd been admiring it all day, whether he wanted to or not. That allocation having been complete, let's move on to some other stuff. Okay, so we now have one Corporal Durandal heading in to the base, and...he's lost. Yup, that quick. See, he had a picture of this Slaverondiac in his display along with the orders he was given, but that was out-of-suit. What if he was in arms and armor? He'd never pick him out. So, the question was... Well, was he around here in his business casuals or not? And if so, where the fucking hell WAS he? Kevin wanted to shout, but he decided to stew on it for a while, his walking around making him look, funnily enough, like he was on patrol himself. Of course, this was not without its own problems. "I wish these things had an ass-hatch. I've got a wedgie..." Edited by FalloutJack, Mar 6 2009, 11:52 PM.
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| J0hn185 | Mar 6 2009, 11:52 PM Post #27 |
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John heard the scream coming from there,"We should check it out" Said John to Jaw, walking with a cautious step he entered the Gym.. |
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| Themistocles | Mar 7 2009, 12:02 AM Post #28 |
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OOC: "Slaverdoniac"? Jack, I love it. That is probably my favorite mispronunciation yet. And I'm sorry Kevin has been searching for Slavardek this whole time without finding him. I wrote this post before I saw your new one, so I couldn't change that. But in my next post I will finally end Kevin's search. Just in case it was bothering you that Slavardek was always somewhere other than Kevin. Slavardek's in the watchtower right now, in case you feel the urge to suck up to your superior. IC: Captain Slavardek climbed the steps leading up to the watchtower. They spiraled in a sort of square pattern, making the watchtower into a roughly rectangular prism, with a slight incline on each vertical face. Each step was made of metal, and the staircase itself was not fully supported from below; instead, the iron frame supported each individual step, as well as the railing. The watchtower itself was quite tall, and would give him quite an impressive view of the devastation on this great plain, recently assaulted by the insect swarms. The burning forests would be a remarkable sight from so high a viewpoint as the tower. Along the way he passed several snipers, stationed on the different platforms that branched off the tower every two stories. Those who noticed him saluted nicely; most of them, however, were too busy looking out at the ruined landscape, observing details with their rifles' scopes. He himself was quite adept with a sniper, and hoped that he would one day be able to once again watch as far off enemies screamed as their friends were gruesomely torn apart by projectiles, launched from an unseen source. But that would have to wait. When he finally reached the top, he found himself face-to-face with yet another new soldier here, a pristine woman named Sergeant Ellen Shaftpern. She had been in the process of cleaning a sniper scope--most likely hers, but he could not be sure--when he arrived at the apex of the tower, all the while glancing disdainfully down at Corporal Eschler. Slavardek had not yet had the opportunity to speak with Shaftpern, but he had heard the others talking about her. Sent to temporarily replace Sermo in light of the insect swarms, she was known for her strict perfectionism and undying attention to her work and her duty. He greatly admired her for this, and had added her to his mental list of possibly useful pawns in a future conflict. He would make a good first impression, even if he was her superior. She had not yet noticed him, perhaps because there was so much noise from down below. "Sergeant," he said, not too intrusively. He extended his hand; it was not military custom, but he considered himself as much an aristocrat and politician as an officer. "I don't believe we have met as of yet." Edited by Themistocles, Mar 7 2009, 12:09 AM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 7 2009, 12:05 AM Post #29 |
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Back at the gym... There was a crowd gathered near the middle of the gym. In the center, a small platform was raised above the ground. On it were two men. They circled each other like wolves looking for a weak spot, a chink in the armor. One was bigger. He seemed to have the advantage. His muscles bulged out from under his black sleeveless shirt. The other... Well this was surprising. The other was the ODST Leiutenant, Boris. The bigger man charged at Boris, yelling again as he had before. Boris went down and up, elegantly flowing across the padding. It seemed as though he did nothing of note, and yet the larger man was sailing through the air. He finally fell flat on his back on the matting near the platform. "You're ten years too young." [OOC] Isn't is redundant for Slav to walk down and up? He was already at the top with Ricardo and Eric. Eric left, Ellen came. So when did Slav leave? [IC] Sgt. Ellen Shaftpern "Sergeant," Someone had come up behind her. She turned on the spot. If needbe, she could shoot her rifle at where the sound came from. But this was no assailant. This was the Captain. She saluted the officer and kicked Ricardo in the shin so that he would too. He did, although he did not stand up. A bump was growing on his head where he hit it before. Instead of saluting in return though, the captain extended his arm for a handshake. "I don't believe we have met as of yet." "Sergeant Ellen Shaftpern, at your service!" Ellen seemed to straighten herself even more, if that was possible. She finally stopped the salute, and shook his hand. She didn't like that he acted so unprofessionally towards her. The other soldiers said he was strict. Was he singling her out because she was a woman? Or had he another scheme? Edited by MikeV37, Mar 7 2009, 12:21 AM.
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 7 2009, 12:22 AM Post #30 |
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Eric yawned again, streaching. The heat made him feel lazy. Er. Bored, he roamed around the base. He couldn't think of anything else to do. Besides, the base was always interesting to look at. In Rin's opinion. After a while, he found a seat to sit on, studying the people as they walked by, rushing to do whatever they were doing. A guy in a white coat, a ONI freak, marine, marine, ODST... Nothing interesting. One marine caught his eye, though. He didn't really know why. He just did. It may have been because his armor looked a little dustier, though not really damaged, then the others in Eric's mind. Maybe it was just the light that briefly reflected off of his armor as he walked past a light. None the less, he caught Eric's eye. Considering it for a moment, he decided to have a little fun with the marine. Whether his joke would work or not, it would take up time for Eric. After all, that was the whole point of a joke, right? Walking up to the marine, he tapped him on the shoulder. "I thought I told you to stand at the entrance." Eric barked loudly at his new entertainment man.. Despite how loud it was, it was probably barely heard bye the ODST who walked past the two marines. He was either too busy, or the dull roar of the room made the should simply blend in. |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 7 2009, 12:23 AM Post #31 |
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"Wow... That's a guy who I wouldn't mess up with" as the platform descended John walked up to Lt. "Sir, Gunnery Sargent John Lagonikos, sir." As he said those words he saluted with the utmost perfection. "You do know Melee combat, I congratulate you for such skills Lieutenant." He knew the Lieutenant, fought insurrectionists, covenants, terrorists, everything, he had more experience that the whole crew put together, of course getting trained by him would be an honor. He lacked Physical strength, however he can compensate that with spirit. He did not know how to address the officer to do so... He only spent some time here, much less with any officer. The lieutenant was famed for his successes with the Knife, and how he could work wonders with it... All the ODST's had to had a complete knowledge of close-combat warfare. Let it be with a shotgun, or with the knife itself. "Sir, is there any action going on? I don't want to sound eager but, I would like some action" |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 7 2009, 12:32 AM Post #32 |
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Gym. "Hey, you want action? I'll give you some." A man leaning up to the wall stood up. He was not small or large, skinny or fat, or any other charachteristic. He seemed to blend in with the surrounding people, even though he stood alone. - Cpl. Peter Shajkin T'was but several minutes ago that the man in front of him embarrassed him. Made him look weak in front of a lowly marine. This simply wouldn't do. That this man, Gunnery Sergeant John, could stroll in here after what he did, stroll into Peter's own territory after embarrasing him? Peter took out his knife and threw in at the ground. It cut through the hardened lackered wood which made up the gym floor and stuck in. "I challange you, John." Peter leapt onto the platform. This was his ring. Let him try to take it. |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 7 2009, 01:19 AM Post #33 |
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John knew he was against a morale breaking bastard. Something that you don't want to mess with...Last time he got him by the neck. He could do it again, or not. He knew he stance, he always expected and counted with the enemy to strike first. Like an art, he followed the saying of " A good commander always lets the enemy take risks first". He agreed. He walked to the ring. Very carefully. He got into it and the match began. He awaited in a stance, so carefully planned to overthrow the enemy with his own weight. The Lieutenant always trusted on his enemies to attack, not defend. He awaited a quick movement from any kind, waiting for the actual punch, or hit to go half way to know where to strike. |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 7 2009, 01:58 AM Post #34 |
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-In the ring Peter had clearly done this before, but something threw him off. Maybe it was his sense of pride. The shock trooper circled until he could wait no more. John was resolute in his defense, but Peter though he could take him. He bounced to the left and sent a blow to John's head. -- John quickly sees his move, like a trap he waits for his strike to be close,He stoped his fist and twisted his hand making an awful sound at it. He takes his hand and pulls it all the way to his right making him run at that direction. he quickly kicks the guy in his unbalanced postition in the legs, taking him down, but still handeling his hand. He took his arm to his back while being in the floor "Game over." -- "Not so fast." Peter stretches his neck backward, headbutting John in the jaw. Using the moment of confusion, Peter rolls with his opponent, rolling over. He was now on top. Twisting, he freed his trapped arm while simultaneously punching John in the gut with the other. -- Altough his hands where trapped, John quickly managed to release one of his hands and made a palm punch right into Peter's nose. The punch left the man with a broken nose. And a lot of pain. -- Blood dripped from his nose onto John as he continued punching. Soon, John too was bloodied up. Both men fought as if trapped animals. It seemed that Peter broke his wrist and nose, and his face was bloody. John's Jaw was dislocated and the gut punches could've given him internal bleeding. Both didn't care though, and punches kept flying until The leiutenant separated the two. A group of men had to restrict each of them, as both rushed to continue the brawl. Fortunately, they were restrained, and clamed down. As the adrenaline wore off, both men fell. Boris ordered them to be carried to the Med Bay. His order was promptly followed. Edited by MikeV37, Mar 7 2009, 02:00 AM.
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| evilidiot | Mar 7 2009, 06:36 AM Post #35 |
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| Themistocles | Mar 7 2009, 10:18 AM Post #36 |
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OOC: In this post, Slavardek briefly is conscious of the fight going on between John and Peter. This is not meant to set him up as some kind of psionic/ psychic. Just to hint further at his... unnatural mind. It's not like I'm going to have him as a precognitive during a battle or anything; if there's any truth to his abnormal abilities, it's just sensing general emotions. He's also adept at picking up on what others are thinking through their facial expressions. IC: Slavardek closed his eyes for an instant. In his veins he could feel it; somewhere, humans were reverting to their animal instincts for the entertainment of others and their own egos. It was so perfectly balanced with the natural laws of humanity. What better pastime for so violent a species than to publicly display dominance? He did not know why he was aware of such an event. Perhaps the Eyes meant him to see it. The Architect had created humanity as a violent race, and all Its children had to understand that. Suddenly the feeling was gone, and he was brought back to his position atop the watchtower. Sergeant Ellen Shaftpern was looking at him quite uneasily, as if he were an engine that might explode if she was not careful. Surely it was not the handshake that made her uncomfortable. But when she had shaken his hand, she had looked even more uneasy than before. He looked into her eyes and tried to grasp what she was thinking. Was it because she was a woman and he a man? He was already in his early forties, while she was somewhere in her twenties. Did that perhaps make her more uncomfortable still, the fact that he was older, and a superior officer? Though he typically did not mind causing mental discomfort in others, he could not afford to be seen as abusing his female subordinates in any way. Slavardek glanced down at Corporal Eschler, who was still sitting on the ground, looking quite lazy in his eyes. He still marveled at how physically imposing the man was; he even looked somewhat intimidating on the ground. Eschler was a true human tank. Slavardek was glad he would never have to face him in unarmed combat--or armed, for that matter. "Please stand, Corporal," he said rather forcefully. "You are of little use to me on the ground. I do not believe the ceiling is too short for your body up here." "I have heard something of your exploits, Sergeant," Slavardek said, turning back to Shaftpern. He emphasized the statement's closing formality, the whole time measuring his voice so as not to sound obtrusive. Then, a more authoritative statement: "I can only hope you continue to be so capable in future situations; the entire unit may one day rely on you and you alone. Do not disappoint." |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 7 2009, 08:10 PM Post #37 |
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Jaw decided to follow John as he was carried to the Med Bay. "Is now really the time to get injuried?" Jaw said jokingly. "Couldn't you pick a better way to pass the time? Either way, what type of first impression are you trying to make? I could attempt to go all day doing this if you want me to." |
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| evilidiot | Mar 8 2009, 07:15 AM Post #38 |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 8 2009, 09:25 AM Post #39 |
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[OOC] I tried to upgrade my PC yesterday, that failed. It freezes up every 5 minutes. Due to this I am writing in my parent’s bedroom, as hey are asleep, with my left eye hurting. Also, I have to leave today. Might be back at 6. If I am, I’ll continue what happens. Whatever the case, only post what your character knows. Otherwise it screws up the dramatic irony. =P Don't god mod. [IC] -------------/// WARNING///---------------- //Unidentified [?] Object(s) [5] incoming// >Possibly: asteroids >>Estimated path: collision with planet [High] <All captains in the PGF of High, take caution >> Base Foxtrot, outpost 5 At least 300 men were now in the woods, taking much in the way of equipment and vehicles with them. This was a necessity. If the fire spread to the armory, which it threatened to do, the explosion would endanger the lives of nearly 4000 persons of the base. The fire was dying down under the combined efforts of the citizens and military, leaving a charred wasteland where the forest once stood. But the trees would grow anew. They always did. -Ellen Shaftpern She smiled briefly. It was not much, but it was enough to break up her tens poker face. The captain seemed to regain the composure necessitated of such a position. “I’ll do my best, sir!” While the base had not scene action from its inception, it was nice of someone to finally notice her efforts to clean up the place. -Ricardo Escher The corporal stood up, bending his neck as to avoid being hit by the ceiling again. In this weird position, he gave a small salute. He then sat back down and continued to inspect the sky. A white dot appeared, and then disappeared. Two little white dots followed, then they too, vanished without a trace. Then three more dots appeared in the sky. As soon as they flashed, they were gone. He waited for four, but that never came. Generic name’s orders. He’s to help carry water to the woods. In buckets. By foot. Until the fire ends. >>Space above Planet high The space itself was torn asunder in a brilliant explosion of white. The two closest ships were pushed back, even though the crews wouldn’t notice such a movement. The tether wavered. Small gusts of wind formed in the atmosphere, spawning clouds. The UNSC Symphony of Destruction had arrived. -Lt. Boris Nikalaiych The lieutenant smiled. He had not seen such a fight in a significant amount of months. The new ODST’s weren’t what they used to be. Relying on the technology provided, and without a cause to fight for, they grew soft. Fighting the insurrectionists did not require the services of the ODST. But these two showed promise. Fighting till blood soaked them both; they were warriors to the core. Boris stroked his mustache. He could make hell jumpers of them yet. -Cpt. Hiro Kamiyama, aboard the Whispers at Dawn The captain read the warning now blinking on his display. As he calculated, the two objects were closing in on the planet, fast. He maneuvered his ship so that it would not be hit by the asteroids. They would most likely burn up in space. A nice light show for those who were down there. -Vanoue Daltas’ee, Shipmaster of Unburned thoughts The shipmaster braced himself for the impact of the jump’s end. The covenant had vastly superior slipspace technology, yet they were unable to rid themselves of the jerk created by exiting into real space. It annoyed him every time. The viewport flooded with white. They appeared in space around the Sacred Artifact. The jerk came, nearly knocking him out of his seat, but he held on to it. A nearby grunt flew through a hallway and hit his head on the computer panel. He basked in the glory of the artifact. It would be the salvation of the Covenant, allowing them to discover the others, closing in to the Great Journey. And He, Vanoue Daltas’ee was the one who could spearhead such a discovery. Suddenly, a jackal at the control panel shrieked. “The vermin are here!” The Elite raised his bony eyebrow. Was it possible that the vermin had discovered the most holy relic? Had they already soiled it with their presence? There was no time to waste. “Bring the ship’s weapons up. We shall cleanse this space of their cowardly presence! “ Three more ships would be coming momentarily. He would end them quickly. -Pvt. Martha Straight I hate the military. The Private had spent the most of her day sitting in front o a table, serving the marines and servicemen who came food at the mess hall. She hoped for a break, like everyone else, but it was not to be. Some idiot got hurt in a fight and was now lying in the med bay. And she had to take care of him. She wasn't even a nurse! Why should a cook take care of some reckless fool? His jaw was broken and they said he had internal injuries. When he woke up, he’d be in pain all over. But they said he was dangerous, that he might try to end the fight if he woke before the other. So she was sent to restrain him if that happened. Laughable. The man would hardly be able to move, let alone fight. Then again, he was an ODST. Anything is possible when it came to those freaks. Her short red hair wavered a bit. The ship was moving. Suddenly the light turned to red. An alarm? Why? -Cpt. Hiro Kamiyama The captain had gotten out of his seat and was now barking orders to the servicemen. Not one, but TWO covenant cruisers had appeared out of nowhere. The so called “asteroids” had been packing plasma cannons and full shielding. The ship maneuvered into a battle position. Nearby, the Strogii, Faith of Fallen and Symphony of Destruction were doing the same. There were rumors in the Navy that One covenant ship took out 13 UNSC frigates, but things were always over exaggerated among those who spread rumors. Maybe with a two to one advantage, they could win this. “Fire up the MAC! Get the pilots to their positions!” This was going to be a tough fight. Edited by MikeV37, Mar 8 2009, 09:26 AM.
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| Themistocles | Mar 8 2009, 03:04 PM Post #40 |
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Slavardek nodded. He was glad to finally have met an intelligent member of the military force. "I have confidence in your abilities, Sergeant." Facing Eschler, he said, "You, on the other hand, are going to pull your act together, or you might find yourself losing much of the little authority you have earned. Are we clear?" He did not say it forcefully or harshly, but calmly, as if he were making a casual observation--which he was. Looking out from the watchtower's pinnacle and gazing upon the ravaged plain that stretched endlessly before him, he saw that the wildfires were still raging in the distance, eating away parasitically at the lush foliage that lay on the plain's borders. The debris created by the bugs was piled in great mounds in some areas, while in others it was only a light sprinkling. He knew that there were around 300 hazard troops out to deal with the forest fires, as well as a few other marines simply carrying buckets. 300 of them, he thought, just like 300 Spartans at Thermopylae. But where is their Leonidas? And is there a Themistocles behind the scenes? And had the Roman Senate not had that number of members as well? Why were they working to put out fires that would not hurt their base? Out in the distance, he saw a man that might have been Durandal, yet another soldier assigned to him. He would soon go out to meet him. He turned back to Shaftpern and Eschler. "Eschler," he said, now becoming angry. "You had better be doing something productive within the immediate few minutes, or--" It was then that he saw where Eschler's eyes were aimed at. Slavardek followed the imaginary trail until his own eyes were positioned to look upon the spot in the sky where he was watching. Now he could see the tiny lights so far away, even through High's sun's own shine. One appeared, then two, then three. It was so beautiful, yet ominous all the same. And he thought he could visualize fire in the sky. Edited by Themistocles, Mar 9 2009, 06:35 PM.
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| FalloutJack | Mar 8 2009, 09:39 PM Post #41 |
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Yeah, you'd think someone would've come up to him with an 'Oh, are you lost, soldier?' by now, but nooo... Instead, he spent his lovely time not knowing where he was going, right up to the point where he heard some guy - this was Eric, by the way - talking to him. No, sorry. Talking TO him was pushing things a little too far. He was talking AT him, like the same way you confused shouting for talking. See, the guy had come up to him and tapped him on the armored shoulder, speaking his 'peace'. The reaction from the Corporal was to flinch and round on the guy, giving him the most menacing stare he couldn't possibly see while he had his helmet on. Kinda' funny how that all works out. Kevin was at a loss, though. "Ah, errr, uhhh, no. My orders are to seek out and report to Captain Salvodrips at the nearest possible juncture." You caught him off guard, Eric, and so his blunder was big. Had he been prepared, though, Kevin would have resorted to lying, misdirection, and possibly running...because he was really bad at this. Immediately now, he noticed two things. First, he'd said the name wrong again, by instinct. And second, there was still a bug on his armored hand. Shoo, fly! Anyway, he took a thinking-man's position, letting his rifle barrel thunk on the floor for the moment. "Nah wait. That isn't it. Here, check this out, man. They give me the name of the CO I'm suppose to report to, but he's got one of them funny pronounciations. How the lead-plated fuck do I frigging SAY it?" |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 8 2009, 11:44 PM Post #42 |
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I took the chance to take a little 5 minute nap when he got to the medical bay, He knew he was injured, yet he felt no pain. must be the adrenaline, I hope it doesn't hurt in the morning.. As he woke up he heard a female voice say "An alarm? Why?" "I believe that's my call." Trying to get up from the bed, he felt the pain of his gut. He made no sign of it though, he was an ODST. If you showed pain, you where weak... Or foolish. He wondered why the alarm got activated, in an instant, there it was. "Covenant". He did knew that the aliens where the cause of it.. He simply did. Insurrectionists are too far away, and there ain't enough people here to make that much trouble... The wildfires? they where always contained, and those bugs wouldn't be too much of a bother. He's only hope relied on the fact that the alien fleet would be small. There ain't too much fire support here.. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 9 2009, 04:06 PM Post #43 |
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When the marine turned on Eric, he seemed. Displeased. "Ah, errr, uhhh, no. My orders are to seek out and report to Captain Salvodrips at the nearest possible juncture." A bug flew off of his armored hand. Rin shivered distastefully at it. How it got into the base, he didn't know. Anyways; Eric mentally chuckled at the name for the Captain. The marine dropped his rifle's barrel on the floor lightly. "Ah, yes. Slavedicks. No one can pronounce it, so most... me at least, just call him 'Captain' to his face. Although everyone's... mine at least, name for him is 'Slavedicks'. He lives up to the name pretty well, if you meet him. Rin stifled a chuckle. "Anyways, last time I saw him, he was standing at the entrance watching the bugs." With a roll of his eyes, he added, "By now, though, he's likely attempting to get some poor marine to shit his pants simply by standing there. If he's not in the barracks, I'd try to Guard Wall. Barracks are that way," Eric pointed over the Marine's should, "Two doors down that hall and on your left. I'm sure you can find the guard wall." {Life's hell for him if he can't} Rin added. Eric shifted his feet uncomfortably. He hated being suited up. "So did you get put in his squad? What's your name and rank?" He muttered, barely loud enough to hear. {If he's in his squad, I just made a bad impression on my fellow squad mate. On top of that, the poor guy is now screwed like the rest of my squad for being with Dicks.} Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 9 2009, 04:08 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 9 2009, 06:01 PM Post #44 |
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>The UNSC Whispers at Dawn. A lsoundwave blasted throughout the ship. The Ship had fired it's magnetic accelerator cannon. A frigate was the smallest UNSC vessel, and the MAC ran through almost half of it, so when it fired, the whole crew heard the unmistacable sound of the system powering up, and the ringing of the round slotted in, and the silence of the actual firing. Like a gun being cocked, but never shot. The silence of space embraced the metal slug which departed the human vessel. -Martha Straight "I believe that's my call." He was trying to play it cool.The data said he should feel intense pain for another 45 mnutes, but he looked like he could manage. And so she was unneeded. Thereby, her shift was over, at least as far as she was concerned. "I'll go check it out." She stood up and left the room. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 9 2009, 07:10 PM Post #45 |
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Karras had just returned from a patrol in the woods as the bugs erupted from the ground, promptly sending any allergic soldiers into the installation. The bugs didn't bother him at all, he was accustomed to this sort of thing. He immediately moved to the roof of the facility, looking at the developments through his binocs. Of all of them, the fire in orbit was the bigger eye-catcher than the flames in the woods below. He made sure his ammo satchel was in order, and the trauma suit fully loaded with chems. He loaded up his grenade belt and moved outside to find Stars-to-Bars (Themistocles). Patrols were patrols, and he still had to report in, even if nothing had happened aside from the bugs erupting. |
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| Themistocles | Mar 9 2009, 07:30 PM Post #46 |
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Slavardek exited the watchtower, slowly descending on the spiraling metal steps. Each footfall was magnified in its resulting sound, with the iron reverberating after each stroke of his heel. It was the sound of the doorway into an echoing infinite opening wide, with only a small portion of sound reaching the ears of the universe's inhabitants. It was a hypnotic sound, spiraling around and around within the stairwell, and his mind. Much like the screams of many people being tortured at once, their different voices resulting in different shrieks and moans as the bloodied instruments probed deeper into their flesh, their varying tones balancing atop one another and forming a great helix in his mind. Now that his mind was on the subject of torture, he realized how long it had been since he had last seen suffering and bloodshed. If nothing happened soon to create it, he would be forced to orchestrate it himself. On the way down, he saw the armored figure of Kevin Durandal, the steel plates of his protective uniform glittering beneath the rays of sun shining through the clouds. No, they did not shine through; they sliced, like a surgical saw, gleefully amputating its helpless pray, working symbiotically with its surgeon handler... Where the hell was Sergeant Karras, anyway? He was expecting him. He pushed aside his train of thought and approached the man he believed to be Durandal, who looked quite lost. Slavardek said to him, "And what might you be looking for?" Edited by Themistocles, Mar 9 2009, 07:32 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 9 2009, 08:02 PM Post #47 |
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Karras appeared behind Slavardek without a sound, promptly chambering a round into his shotgun, hoping that it would cause Themistocles to jump. A salute promptly followed, after which Karras gave his report "Back from the patrol, Cap'n. There was jack shit going on until the bugs surfaced. All the allergic soldiers have been moved to the tunnels, and unless you've noticed, the shit has hit the fan. That's all I have to report." Karras promptly stood there waiting to be dismissed by Stars-to-Bars. |
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| FalloutJack | Mar 9 2009, 09:15 PM Post #48 |
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Kevin was beginning to wonder if the Captain himself could say his name right. Seriously, NOBODY in this base - or out of it - could apparently get it right, and the corporal was becoming less and less surprised by this fact. Even more mysterious was how he could apparently not be FOUND. It was like...like... You ever read that book called Catch-22, where the Major takes great measure to never be seen again? Same deal. It was starting to get on his nerves too. Granted, the guy he was talking to was giving useful information, but he said he saw Captain Sabalom-Glitz outside watching the bugs...and the only guy out there was that patrolman! "Oh, for the love of- Why can't he stay still? Geez... You can't see his expression, but Kevin was a touch aggravated now, and he was facepalming into his helmet while muttering to himself. He almost flinched again when the guy he was talking to spoke up again. "So did you get put in his squad? What's your name and rank?" "No, I'm here ta' deliver a pizza!" He sighed then, recovering some of his composure. "Sorry. Corporal Durandal, assigned here as of...this now. Or something." "And what might you be looking for?" And...that was when Slavardek - Yes, we can say it right when out of dialogue and out of Kevin's head. - showed up, off to the side in Kevin's blindspot. This, of course, got the usual reaction out of him. Cat-like, he jumped back and took a defensive stance for a second, then realized there was - again - no threat visible. Some momentary confusion, then he held up a hand saying "Hang on a sec." as he called up the data. Then... "Aha! Captain Shizzerak!" No, that's wrong too! "I mean, errr uhhh...hi! I believe I'm to report in for duty here. Corporal Kevin Durandal. Sorry for being late. They dropped me in the wrong spot." This was gonna be a looong fucking assignment. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 10 2009, 03:55 PM Post #49 |
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"No, I'm here ta' deliver a pizza!" Was his response to Eric, followed with a calmer "Sorry. Corporal Durandal, assigned here as of... this now. Or something." Rin smiled, nodding. "Nice to meet you Durandal. I'm Corporal Eric Rin Sermo, second class Rifleman Assault. Welcome to the squad." And with that, the man himself, the Captain of said squad seemed to appear out of nowhere to Eric. "And what might you be looking for?" The marine barely suppressed a shiver. Straightening, he snapped a salute at the Captain. "Captain!" |
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| Themistocles | Mar 10 2009, 06:21 PM Post #50 |
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Slavardek was pleased at how responsive these men were when it came to respecting authority. The brain was a stubborn organ, not easily molded into the form fitting for the circumstances. He himself had witnessed plenty of men whose minds had been destroyed from the inside out, losing all they had developed over the many years of their hosts' lifetimes. And then there were those whose minds had never developed in the beginning. It was almost sad... but Slavardek had little pity for those who were weak by their own actions. Durandal reacted quickly to his presence, almost hastened, as if he were afraid of making the wrong first impression. Of course, this was completely true, and he was right to think that. Anyone who started out on Slavardek's bad side was destined for trouble. "Aha! Captain Shizzerak! I mean, errr uhhh...hi! I believe I'm to report in for duty here. Corporal Kevin Durandal. Sorry for being late. They dropped me in the wrong spot." He could see the man was somewhat flustered. But Captain Shizzerak? It was almost as bad as the names the men gave him without his knowledge. Why, he would have reprimanded them all if not for the fact that they displayed such fear and respect in his presence. Eschler had not been particularly graceful, but still proper. In fact, Durandal was the only one so far who had not saluted... and that was clearly not intentional. Sermo was there immediately. It was only Slavardek's second time meeting him, but the young soldier seemed to already have grasped the necessary level of respect. Captain! Was Sermo's immediate reply. Slavardek returned Sermo's salute, and said, "At ease." He then extended his hand to Durandal, staring coldly into his eyes to determine some information about this man from his gaze. "We have not had the pleasure of meeting, have we? You are Corporal Durandal, I presume? I am sorry for the mix-up with your dropship. I think you will find yourself quite welcome here." It was then that Karras stepped up behind him, getting his attention by unconventional means. Slavardek had trained himself so he did not jump or flinch, but he did turn abnormally quickly. Karras had intended to embarrass him, hadn't he? Goddamned pranksters! He saw that Karras was saluting, so he saluted him back, grudgingly. "You are Sergeant Karras. Ah. I have been expecting you as well." It is so quiet today. And there is always calm before the storm. |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 10 2009, 08:28 PM Post #51 |
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//Covenant Invasion confirmed. Planet [High] under siege >Available forces [Space] = {UNSC Whispers at Dawn; UNSC Faith of Fallen; UNSC Symphony of destruction; UNSC Strogii}.1200 crew-6 MAC Cannons >Available forces [Ground/Immediate area] = {Base Foxtrot; Base Bravo; outpost Alpha}.10000 personnel/5400(Active). 2 Ground based S-MAC Cannons. -Estimated Covenant presence {2 CPV Destroyers; 2 frigates; 1 Reverence class cruiser} 4000? Covenant. /? Probability of glassing [98%] _ [High] strategic value<Low> Estimated survival rate 48% >>With ground based SMAC’s offline, 0.001% DIRECTIVE: Ships are to disengage if the ground based SMACs are destroyed. Slipspace [Cole protocol: 304; 56-68] >Space above High The shell which was ejected from the Whispers at dawn flew true, and by all accounts, should have ripped the frigate to shreds. But the round slowed more and more as it neared the ship. The frigates shields were working. A flash of blue covered the ship, and the once-lethal bullet became a pebble which proceeded to be incinerated by point defense lasers as it neared the hull. Another shot came from the Faith , but met a similar end. The shields became paler, but no damage was done to the ship itself. All of the human ships linked their targeting systems. Only a united volley could break such a shield. The covenant ship not yet fired upon started rapidly descending. It just blatantly ignored the UNSC presence in the sky. After all, if the ground based cannons were offline, the battle was won. - Cpt. Hiro Kamiyama “Where the hell are the SMACs?!” The captain marched around the bridge, agitated. Not only was help not coming, but 3 MORE Covenant ships appeared out of nowhere. If they could get the ground based cannons to work, they had a good chance of winning, but without them, they were the targets of a shooting gallery. “Get the Longswords out of here and into the battle! Why are the Archer pods not loaded? “ He continued to scream orders out as a ship wide alarm shrieked. ”This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. All able personnel report to battle stations. We are under attack.” - Pvt. Martha Straight The ship shuddered under return fire. The plasma torpedoes weren’t much, the lightest anti ship weapon in the covenant arsenal. The enemy frigate was trying to distract, not to destroy. At least that’s what Martha hoped. After all, if the Covenant ship fired a full on blast, there wouldn’t be enough of her to bury. And she didn’t feel like being a hero today. Forgetting her charge in the medbay, she ran through the hallways to her bunk. She wasn’t expecting action today, and forgot her weapon. - Lt. Boris Nikolayevich On hearing the alarm, the Lieutenant sprinted to the ODST drop pods. They were on the other side of the ship, but with luck, he could make it before the covenant melted this scrap piece of metal he called home for the past few months. They had no hope in space. If he was going to go, he wanted to have his boots on the ground. As he went, his men rallied behind him, and by the time he’d get there, he would have enough men to start a drop. - Pvt. Franco Collier The alarm had caught the private by surprise. He was enjoying the simple pleasures of a sandwich. At first he thought the ODSTs were pulling another prank, but the voice in the radio quickly disillusioned him. Men ran all around him, but he opted to finish the sandwich. Food was not something to be wasted. After he was finished, he stood up and dragged his feet to the dropship area. He had a long walk ahead of him, and all his friends had already gotten a head start. Franco sighed. - Sgt. Leo Bauny The ship doctor sat in the middle of the now empty mess hall, finishing his burger. He was a short and round man, with a pig like nose. Everyone else had hurried out, but he had no reason to. There were remarkably little injured in a space battle. Either you lived and fought, or got sucked out into the void of space. The mess hall was far enough from the sides of the ship so that the second wasn’t a threat. And the fight could wait. - Medbay The Medbay was bustling with personnel. The servicemen left, but the nurses and doctors had returned to their proper positions, and were now overlooking the wounded. They were ready and waiting, although they knew there would be little to save of a soldier who was unlucky enough to be near a wall when a torpedo hit. > Base Foxtrot, planet High Anyone with a trained eye could see the covenant ship descending now. It was a ways off, but it was coming down fast, fast enough to leave a mark in the sky, a line which cut the horizon in half. The fire had been contained, and was now dying out, so the vehicles could be recalled, but it would take them a while to reach the base, and more to rearm. As such, more troops had to be sortied into the woods. Base defenses were coming online. - Cmdr. Hugo Wafts, active commander of base foxtrot This was bad, the commander could tell even with his half woken up gaze. The vehicles were in the forest -what the fuck were they doing in the forest?- and a task force of covenant ships had arrived on his otherwise beautiful planet. The Covenant… They did not occupy, they burned. It was imperative to win a battle in space, only then would they be able to fight on the ground. He needed to make sure the two cannons were secure. That was the first priority. Who did he have to send out? No one. Fuck. Wait. The new captain’s unit. Slavaderek, was it? They weren’t busy at the moment. The commander called up his captain. “Captain, this is Commander Hugo. We’re under Covenant invasion. You and your men need to secure the Ground based MAC cannons. Immediately. You will join up with the 102nd mechanized. They will provide you with Transportation, and firepower. The Cannons MUST be secure. Am I clear, Captain?” - Cpl. Ricardo Escher The tower stood silent. Although the gears were already in motion, little of the troops in the field knew of the invasion. It was just another day on the job. The corporal rubber the cross-scar covering the left side of his face. More lights appeared in the sky, although smaller ones. One of the lights started to come down. It was a sight to behold. A shooting ‘tar? This time o’ year? Betta’ make a wish.” … I wish my rockets shoot true in the emerging war. And a pony. - Sgt. Ellen Shaftpern The sergeant was looking through the scope of her rifle onto the surrounding area. Escher could daydream all he wanted, but she was going to do her duty. She scoured the woods, but they were serene. Serene and boring. She hoped the chance to prove herself would come soon, looking for it with her rifle. And unbeknownst to her, it looked back. - Vanoue Daltas’ee, On board the cruiser Unburned thoughts. Currently descending onto the planet High. The elite stared at the monitor which displayed the images of the ground below. The burnt wasteland. Somehow he imagined the artifact a better place. Maybe not lush woodland, but this! It was the vermin. Clearly they tried to burn the world so that he could not have it. Well, they would see what such insolent actions brought! They all deserved to burn along with the trees, but he knew better. The ship’s weapons were too strong. It might harm the relic itself. Worse yet, he’d have done what the humans had intended! No. If he was to truly cleanse this place, he would do it personally. Each and every human now down there would fall prey to his sword! The 3.5 kilometer warship now drifted downwards. Slowly, cautiously. The human weaponry had little effect on it. A planet’s atmosphere was much more dangerous. From the ground, little to no one would see them. And even if they did, they could only delay the inevitable. The ship will come down onto the pathetic human weapons systems, vanquish them, and continue the cleansing unmolested. -Sgt. John P. Brown The sergeant smoked a thick cigar in front of the entrance. It kept the bugs away. He sat in front of the gate, legs criss-crossed, waiting for the sun to reach its apex. When that time came, he would go inside, eat, get on Ellen’s nerves with some stupid prank, then go to sleep and wait for a new day. That’s how it was for the last 2 years. He chewed on his cigar, content with knowing that he was the master of his own little world. The military paid for his needs, and on this planet, asked for little in return. The new Captain worried him. He strolled in like he owned the place, and there was something different about him. But He couldn’t affect John. The 102nd didn’t answer to Infantry, and he was on good terms with his own Captain. Suddenly his comm Buzzed, indicating a mission briefing from the captain. He was surprised, but stood up and went anyway. Maybe the fire reached Ripsburg or something. > Orbit around High. Armed conflict The Covenant ship did not seem content with just harassing the human frigates pouring ammunition on it. The weapon ports started to glow brightly. A plasma charge was on its way. [OOC] Ok, this isn't some of my best work, but i was very busy today. Sorry. Edited by MikeV37, Mar 10 2009, 08:31 PM.
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| evilidiot | Mar 11 2009, 03:35 PM Post #52 |
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generic name excited by the promise of action in combat hurries back to base to get ready for impending death... |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 11 2009, 03:50 PM Post #53 |
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"At ease." The captain replied to Sermo. With a nod, he did so, still remaining somewhat stiff though. Not just because the man was his CO, but because it was the man in general. The Captain exchanged some words with the new recruit, with another one showing up. Then, his COM pad bleeped. (/lazy post. But, no one else is posting. :/) |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 11 2009, 04:09 PM Post #54 |
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[OOC] Generic name ignored his order to carry buckets. The buckets weren't carried. Now he has to do it while the covenant shoot him. Until he gets a better name. Or dies, which is equivalent. |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 11 2009, 04:28 PM Post #55 |
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As soon as the alarm went off, Jaw ran back to the armory to retrieve the weapons he didn't grab. As soon as he got the weapons, he remembered that he didn't know where the drop pods were located at. Crap! This is really bad for me. I'm gonna have to ask John. Jaw ran back to the med bay hoping to find john and ask him where to go. [OOC] Sorry, if my character seems a little dumb. I don't really know a lot about the halo universe. |
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| Themistocles | Mar 11 2009, 06:35 PM Post #56 |
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Slavardek was still in the midst of conversation when he heard the alarms begin to sound, fearsome and authoritative in their noise. But that was all it was; noise. There were alarms for just about every imaginable event. They were still the devices of men, and men were often wrong. Only then did his mind cycle through its mental list and realize that these were the alarms that rang only during the approach of a hostile spaceborne object, or many of them. Asteroids of sufficient size were rare, and they would have been seen long before they came into the hazard range. Only an object moving at a superluminal velocity could possibly have appeared with such swiftness. And the only such occurrence humanity had ever encountered or theorized, short of hypothetical tachyon particles, was Slipstream Space. He understood the principle well enough. He had always been extraordinarily attuned to these surreal astrophysical concepts, and was quite capable of envisioning space as a great grid containing multiple unseen dimensions. Even Slipstream Space, the transition into a tightly-packed dimension that allowed for nearly instantaneous travel, was not beyond his mental capacity. He certainly did not understand the mathematics behind it, however. What wonders could Slipstream Space allow for if humanity was not so blind? Transportation is only the beginning of this, the discover of a fourth spacial dimension that humans could pass knowingly through. So many more fantastic creations could be brought to life! If these incoming objects were utilizing Slipspace, they were surely artificial. And no human vessel, not even Insurrectionist, would be considered dangerous enough to set off these alarms. Covenant. The word felt hoarse and wretched in his throat, and if he had said it he would have spat it out. It was not that he despised the Covenant themselves; surely they were simply misguided, seeing humanity as a primitive lifeform, incompatible with themselves. No, he spat at those who had tried to stop him, accusing him of warcrimes against humanity itself. By attempting peace with the Covenant, he Captain Harrison Slavardek--General Harrison Slavardek at the time--had been the greatest hero in human history. But they had arrested him, calmly sentencing the dignified warmonger to rot in military prison. Only with the devoted assistance of his cult following did he, as Themistocles, escape. He had rewarded them grandly and managed to gain back some of his former position through deception. It had been weeks since he had sent out a message to the loyal members of his cult, and his former troops who had devoted themselves to him. He had to soon remind them that he was still there to lead them and bring them glory. But not right now. Slavardek had seen how intelligent the Covenant were, with their superior technology, their politics. They had managed to unite several warring races below a central government, a feat mankind would never be capable of. Yet for some reason they had chosen to attack humanity without first extending the hand of friendship to them. Was humanity really that dangerous, that unstable? Slavardek had offered his fellow humans stability, but they had not listened. Now, though, they were not going to listen to any treaties they offered him. He had to see them as an enemy. And as it always did at the thought of his enemies, his mind was filled with a great river of the blood he would soon shed. And he saw that it was not scarlet humans' blood, but the blues, purples, and oranges of the many foreign species that formed the Covenant. How interesting, that they should unite peoples that are composed of different organic molecules, from different planets with alternative chemical composition, when we, all carbon- and water-based, all so similar, are unwilling to accept one another. He received the Commander's message moments later. “Captain, this is Commander Hugo. We’re under Covenant invasion. You and your men need to secure the Ground based MAC cannons. Immediately. You will join up with the 102nd mechanized. They will provide you with Transportation, and firepower. The Cannons MUST be secure. Am I clear, Captain?” "Gentlemen," he said, turning to face each of the three soldiers nearby in turn, "it seems our situation is less than fortunate. Gather your equipment, and we will head to the Alpha MAC Cannon. You all know where it is, I'm sure? Good. We are to meet with the 102nd Mechanized. They will give us all the weapons we need; all you need to do is get a small weapon you can use in case you need it. They will most likely supply us with vehicles too." He turned to Eric. "Sermo, I need you to notify Sergeant Shaftpern and Corporal Eschler. Last I saw of them, they were in the watchtower. If Sergeant Shaftpern has left already, come back here immediately; she will be receiving notification soon. Am I clear?" Looking back at the group, he said, "I will return momentarily. No one worry about Generic Name; he's got other orders already. Get a weapon and meet me back here. Now!" He could already see the lights in the sky beginning to glow more brightly. Edited by Themistocles, Mar 11 2009, 06:38 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 11 2009, 08:11 PM Post #57 |
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Karras promptly gave a salute to Stars-to-Bars and left the Captain to assemble his squad. The master sergeant strode into the barracks and immediately started barking orders. "Alright soldiers, naptime's done with. Gather your weapons, your armor, and meet me in the vehicle park with Cap'n Slavedicks! I wanted you guys there two minutes ago!" After he had finished, Karras moved to the vehicle park, making sure he had filled up his ammo satchel. Two mags of buckshot, a mag of slugs, and three mags for each pistol, along with a pair of grenades. The sergeant was ready to roll. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Mar 11 2009, 08:12 PM.
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 11 2009, 08:35 PM Post #58 |
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"Gentlemen," The Captain said, turning to face each of the three soldiers nearby in turn, "it seems our situation is less than fortunate. Gather your equipment, and we will head to the Alpha MAC Cannon. You all know where it is, I'm sure? Good. We are to meet with the 102nd Mechanized. They will give us all the weapons we need; all you need to do is get a small weapon you can use in case you need it. They will most likely supply us with vehicles too." He turned to Eric. "Sermo, I need you to notify Sergeant Shaftpern and Corporal Eschler. Last I saw of them, they were in the watchtower. If Sergeant Shaftpern has left already, come back here immediately; she will be receiving notification soon. Am I clear?" Looking back at the group, he said, "I will return momentarily. No one worry about Generic Name; he's got other orders already. Get a weapon and meet me back here. Now!" * * * * Eric nodded, saluting, and turned to follow his orders. {Great. As soon as something starts, I get the fetching duty. Speaking of which, what the hell is going on?} With that, he burst into a run, with similar thoughts of super space aliens blowing him up, or maybe some sort of astroid, or something. Mostly, he tried to not think about it, and just do what he was told. With lots of complaining. Attempting to ignore the few bugs that remained, Sermo ran up into the guard tower, looking for his targets. Finally, breathless, he stepped up the last step onto the top floor of the tower. Bending over, gasping for breath, he held up a hand: Wait a second. "C-captain... erg. Captain wants us all to get our stuff, and head to the MAC tower Alpha, and join up with the 102 Mechanized. I have no idea what's going on, but he didn't look to happy about it. Come on." Sermo spat it all out in two breaths, as quickly as he could, and motioned for them to follow to emphasize. But he didn't wait for them. As soon as he got it all out, he began his "long" trek back to the base, and eventually to the Barracks. {What a great day... my spot was all sunny, bugs everywhere, prolonged exposer to the Creepy CO, and now all hell is breaking loose, along with a new recruit that I've probably already managed to get to hate me.} Sermo grumbled. {On top of all that, its still as hot as hell outside} Indeed, it was. To the marine. Sweat poured from his skin, making his armor shine, and his undershirt stick to his skin in a stinky, sweaty mess. Upon arriving to the Barracks, Eric quickly snatched his equipment, and left, ignoring all else. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he stepped up to the Captain, with a tired salute. "Here, sir." Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 12 2009, 03:58 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 11 2009, 08:47 PM Post #59 |
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[OOC] wait... am I missing something or is Seiko's post blank? |
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| Themistocles | Mar 11 2009, 08:51 PM Post #60 |
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OOC: You're not missing anything. I just asked him about it on the discussion page. What's with Kranford suddenly calling Slavardek "Stars-to-Bars"? The second he came onto the RP, he started calling him that, but no one ever else has. I'm not saying anything bad about it, Kranford, I'm just making an observation. |
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Jaw put his helmet on. "I prefer to be called Jaw. It is just something I have been going by since I joined." Jaw stepped out of the way to let John through the door.
Rin got up from the seat, stretching again. Grabbing his knife out of the dirt, where he had slammed it in, he wandered off to find his "guard". In other words, the guy who had to stay up all night staring at a rock, and was being replaced by Mr. Sermo.


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