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| FalloutJack | Mar 11 2009, 08:55 PM Post #61 |
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Awesome to the Badass to the Chaotic Mastermind.
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OOC: Look, I didn't wanna post last night because I had a bad headache. It's hard to think sometimes when your frontal lobes are like pounding drums. IC>>>>> All things aside, today was a red letter day. He HATED red letter days. Oh, don't get him wrong. Kevin's a guy that can take certain things in stride. He's not making a big fuss about the jokers who dropped him off or getting lost in the base that he was assigned to. Not at all. However, there are times where the straw breaks the camel's back, and this would be one of those times. Let's rewind, shall we? *Makes the rewinding noises a VHS would* Isn't that always the way? The one moment he wasn't actually looking, his CO pops in out of the blue and surprises the shit out of him while talking to this guy Sermo. Fortunately, despite his nervously-conducted faux paux, Kevin was relieved to find the Captain in a non-exploding manner, which was good because he'd heard all these things...and so far it's no harm and no foul. "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." "No sweat, really. Let's just say I'm glad the bugs didn't explode whilst in transition." So, we got the CO-to-soldier repore going, no problem, and then...heh heh...trouble brewing. An alarm sounded and some words passed to the Captain that had the immediate effect of pissing off the sniper-corporal who'd been legging it all day. This just wasn't his frigging day. Work work work... So then, the captain turns to look them in the eyes - oe Kevin's visor as the case may be - and says... "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." "Wait, I dunno where that is. I just got here, dammit." "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?" "And I wouldn't know the 102nd Mechanized if they hit me in the ass." "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!" "Huh...? You mean I just stay right here?"And...he was off, and it took Kevin a moment to recover here. What the freakin' hell?! He's here 20 minutes and combat already? He sighed. Okay, there had to be something useful on the suit. Let's see here... He tried calling up info on the 102nd and got nothing. For that matter, he had no relative info on his own squad, or anything else on |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 12 2009, 03:47 PM Post #62 |
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Under Incredible pain, he stood up. His gut was about to explode, literally. As he went out, he saw the marine report to the station.Hope I see you again. He administrated himself very little painkillers to ease, but not to actually kill the pain. He ran as fast as his wound let him... In the armory, he got his poison. A shotgun, and an M6 pistol and a full bag of ammo, Some grenades as well, without them he felt like naked. As he raced to the ODST bay, he saw the entire play in action, marines carrying ammo, pilots going to their stations, and engineers with loads of fuel, each with their direction and step, without even bumping each other. They knew the drill. He wonder if his guts could resists the impending blow of the drop. He knew he would, He had been through worse. He wondered where he would be sent to, either the surface, or staying in the frigate. The space battle had very narrow chances of wining, it was best to be near the drop pods, or the hangar. Pelicans act very well under fire, at least they are not much of a sitting duck like the pods. Without a significant force, resistance was futile. Guerrilla tactics are best used against these bastards. There's not Frontal Assault. ODST's Excelled at harassing the enemy. And when it's weak, let him fall in it's on weight. As he got to the Bay, there was Jaw, the Lt and the Sgt. He had beaten up earlier today. Edited by J0hn185, Mar 12 2009, 03:48 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 12 2009, 05:21 PM Post #63 |
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///Magnetic Acceleration cannon report\\\ Magnetic coil …......Charging [34%] Rounds loaded…….Loading [4/15] Personnel…………….Undermanned [23/150] Defense systems…Offline [0/3] ETA Covenant vessel {Reverence-type cruiser} - 0030 [30 min] ETA Marine forces {102nd mechanized; 85th infantry} - 0015 [15-30 min] 1st volley [RTF] – 0100[1 hour] 2nd volley [RTF] – 0115[1 hour and 15 min] ------------- >> Orbit around the planet High The Symphony ’s two MAC rounds finally forced the shields to collapse. Like a bubble under too much pressure, it expanded and vanished. Immediately, all of the UNSC ships let go of volleys upon volleys of Archer missiles. It was much like a fight between dogs. When one showed signs of weakness, the entire pack jumped on it and tore it to shreds. But the missiles did more than the Captains could have possibly hoped for. The Readied plasma charge became unstable and erupted right in the face of the Covenant frigate. -Cpt. Hiro Kamiyama YES! The Enemy frigate had been cut in half by its own blast. The captain would have preferred to see the goddamn aliens burn, but, alas, fire did not last long in space. A bright flash was all he got to see, and then fully half the covenant ship was torn off. Scattered, charred remains were all that remained of its bow. The moment did not last, though. Ignoring their casualty, the rest of the covenant ships moved ever closer to their UNSC counterparts, firing plasma torpedoes as they went. The torpedoes punctured the ship, creating small explosions inside. The exposed areas were quickly closed off to not allow air to escape. The ship could take ridiculous amounts of punishment for its size, but its defense was not indefinite. And with every new blast, the ship shuddered. A particularly big blast sent the captain to the floor. He pulled himself up by the console in front of him. The captain hit his forehead on it, and now his blood was smudged all over the panel. He glanced at it briefly. 5 minutes until they could fire another MAC. Could they last that long? The captain knew the answer. A white and blue flash covered his entire outside view monitor. An eye for an eye… -Lt. Boris Nikolayevich The captain stumbled when the ship got hit. Well, not really stumbled. It was more like the ship moved while he was mid jump. Cursing under his breath, he caught his balance. He kept running, only to find his path blocked by a blast door. Damn, another dead end! He had run by the armory and barracks, and now had a group of at least 30 ODST’s trailing him. They were headed to the drop pod section, but most of the hallways were blocked off, and with good reason. A hole protruded from the wall past that door, and the vacuum of space. He turned, and continued his trek through the ship. He would lead his men. -Pvt. Franco Collier A pipe blew up next to Franco, and he jumped to the side to avoid being burned. He was running, sprinting, out of breath. The drop bay was right in front of him. He would only need to run a bit more. A bit! Not much. His muscles wished to fail, to sit down and rest, but he would not let them. Suddenly the wall behind him curved in blue flame. The private looked back to see what had happened, and suddenly his eyes were being pulled from their sockets. A tear in the wall of the ship. He was being pulled into the void. Franco’s death was imminent. The private closed his eyes. A sharp pain hit him. Was he dead? It didn’t feel like that. Franco slowly opened his eyes. Inside the ship! The blast doors closed before he could be sucked out. He smiled at this fortunate turn of events, and then fainted. -Pvt. Martha Straight In Space, nobody could hear you scream. Whoever said that had obviously never been in a space battle. On her trip here, Martha heard plenty of screaming, both out of fear and because if your mouth wasn’t open the sound of the blasts would destroy your ears. The private managed to get to the bunks though. She fell as the ship blasted to the side. Grabbing on to her bunk, Martha pulled herself up. The weapons retrieved, she ran to the drop bay. And then the ship was cut in half. The hallway in front of her was torn some 300 meters in front of her. A transparent wall grew from the ground to the ceiling as a blast door closed. Beyond then she saw nothing. The front end of the ship was incinerated. Well this is crap. What am I supposed to do now? -Sgt. Leo Bauny The sergeant signed out the two ODST that wound up in here earlier. Peter and John. They were injured, but they could walk. If they stayed away from extreme stress, they’d be fine. It seemed the ship had been given an evacuation order. The medical officer briefly wondered why, but it didn’t matter much to him. Oh well, fight’s over. He began to walk to the hangar. - Cpl. Peter Shajkin The corporal was leaning on the side of a HEV pod. He and a group of ODST’s linked up near the drop pods. The lieutenant was there. He was helping others get into their pods. Peter’s vision began to blur. He was shaken off by a large impact though. Almost immediately, bright red signs started flashing around the ship. They were to evacuate. The ship was downed. The Whispers of dawn The ship had been sunk. It was crumbling, it’s front totally wiped out by the blast. Luckily for the ODST’s, the hangar and drop areas were moderately safe from the explosion. The bridge and most of the weapons systems were out. The dawn had already launched most of its Longswords, and now could concentrate of launching Pelicans to the ground. There was one circumstance, however, that threatened the ship’s surviving crew. The ship was slowly drifting toward the planet. >> Base Foxtrot, garage 4 The 102nd had been gathering supplies. Men were running about, busy as ants. The vehicles were not kept operational due to the increased cost of maintenance. Nobody expected the planet to come under assault. The vehicles had to be refueled, re armed. There were about a hundred vehicles in the garage. -Cpt. Arburn Shellinger of the 102nd mechanized division There were about a hundred vehicles in the garage. In the time allotted, he could get maaybe fifty of them in working condition. It’d have to do. The 85th was running late. He was told that the captain for that unit was strict, so he was surprised by such a dely. No matter. It only gave him more time. “C’mon! Faster you maggots! We’ve got a war to fight here!” He himself sat down in front of a warthog and began working on its tires. They needed to be replaced. -Sgt. John P. Brown The sergeant carried a crate of bullets to the nearest warthog. It was a blessing that the armory was nearby. He was unused to carrying things. Driving, he was good at. Also Doodles. Although it seemed the days of doodles were behind him now. Behind him, his 10 man squad also carried supplies. Some fuel, some ammo. It took two people to carry a Scorpion tank round. Hmm… This was the first time he saw the base actually busy. He didn’t like it. > Base Foxtrot surrounding area The troops were speeding back to the base. The bugs and fire seemed of little concern now that a covenant cruiser soared overhead. The bugs bit, the fire burned, but all the marines cared about was getting to the protective cover of a base. None of them wished to be burned from the sky, although the ship seemed to ignore its ability to glass the humans plastered before it. Was it taunting them? SAM missiles popped from underground, firing at the cruiser, but it did little. The shielding easily took care of the human weaponry. -Sgt. Ellen Shaftpern Rin Seiko appeared on the tower, called to them and ran away before the sergeant could respond. She didn’t want to give up her spot, but, the captain’s orders were to be obeyed. She picked up her sniper, swung it around to her back and ran after Seiko. -Cpl. Ricardo Escher Eric came. At first the corporal was glad, thinking maybe he came by to play cards, or something similar, but it appeared that Eric had orders. Ricardo grunted. He didn’t like orders. They forced him to do stuff. Reluctantly, he got up off his seat and followed Eric. It seemed everyone was concerned about something. Ricardo wondered what they were all so anxious about. He wished someone would explain, but Eric left, and he didn’t want to talk to Ellen. She didn’t explain, she lectured. - Vanoue Daltas’ee The shipmaster’s jaw twisted into a grotesque version of a grin. He could not contain how happy this battle made him. He was initially shocked at the human’s presence on the planet, but now he was overjoyed. After all, without the vermin, it would be too easy. Now he was sure to be entered into the history of the covenant as a hero. His foes fled before him, their weapons were no good against the armored might of his ship. Victory was near. In but 5 minutes, he could start sending out aircraft to take the ground based MAC installations. Then he would win. It was a shame he could not glass the vermin to ensure their destruction, but killing them in close combat was just as well. It appears he had lost one of his ships. No matter. They were replaceable. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 12 2009, 05:37 PM Post #64 |
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Making sure the members of his squad had assembled their packs, weapons, and armor, Karras moved all of the soldiers out of the barracks towards the vehicle park. Upon reaching the vehicle park, he lined up his soldiers and spoke. "Marines," he yelled, "this is the moment of truth! You will not fear! You will not falter! You will not give a single step to the enemy!" One of the less obedient soldiers stepped out and gave a salute. "But Sarge..." Karras didn't let him finish. He pulled out his pistol and shot at the ground between the soldier's feet, causing the marine to jump back several inches. "If you will not serve in combat, then you will serve on the firing line!" barked the sergeant to the marine. He couldn't execute him right now, they'd need every man. The master sergeant didn't have to worry though, he had gotten his point across to the troops. He promptly dismissed them and allowed them to assist the 102nd in loading up the vehicles. He had gotten to where he was supposed to be, now he only had to wait for Stars-to-Bars. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Mar 12 2009, 07:21 PM.
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| Themistocles | Mar 12 2009, 07:30 PM Post #65 |
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OOC: Kranford, you seem to like giving orders. It actually makes Karras seem more realistic, since sergeants seem to like to yell. Especially drill sergeants. But I like Karras' style. Of course, Slavardek likes to intimidate his troops too... IC: "Marines, this is the moment of truth!" he yelled, "You will not fear! You will not falter! You will not give a single step to the enemy!" One of the less obedient soldiers stepped out and gave a salute. "But Sarge..." Karras didn't let him finish. He pulled out his pistol and shot at the ground between the soldier's feet. "If you will not serve in combat, then you will serve on the firing line!" barked the sergeant to the marine. There was a single, astoundingly audible shot, and Slavardek entered the garage, his footsteps working in perfect synchronization, every movement calculated. He was unfazed by the look of shock the soldiers here were giving him. He watched as they slowly turned to stare at the burning bullet hole right between Karras' feet. He then tossed the pistol to the ground; it was not his. "I liked that speech of yours, Sergeant. Quite intuitive, brutal, almost as if I had trained you myself. We never met before today, did we? It might be slipping my mind." Slavardek turned briefly to see if his men were following him--where was Sermo?--then glanced back to Karras, anticipating a brutal reaction. "I hope you didn't mind that," he said indifferently, his eyes never shifting. "You shot your soldier between his boots, so I did the same to you. Nothing personal. No injury, of course; I'm a good shot. That's a fact, not a brag. I fired the shot to continue the cycle. "Everything is part of a great circle, you know, a great series of circles." As he spoke of this, his light Southern accent became less apparent. "Perhaps interwoven into a sphere. And with each dimension of time and space, a host of new levels is added to that sphere. And you find that even once it reaches eleven spacial and six time dimensions, the original circle still remains. But now there are so many more of them, each positioned on different planes of existence." His eyes skimmed over the other soldiers in the garage, who had come to watch the spectacle, perhaps even looking for a fight. Several of them were looking on with contempt at Master Sergeant Karras, their own superior. He noticed that only a few of them had saluted. That was bad. "You know," Slavardek continued, now speaking to the group, "I've always believed in a firm military structure. It doesn't show here, as far as I can see. I don't like that. Although you are under my authority now that I am present, you should not be so quick to disrespect the Master Sergeant. He is your direct superior, therefore your first priority is him. My second observation is that only three of you saluted when I arrived. You must be privates and corporals, am I correct? The Sergeant here is in charge of you, and I, being Captain, am most certainly not your bunk buddy." He swiveled to face a pair of new recruits who were snickering at some dirty joke. Grabbing his submachine gun from his side, he aimed it at the two, extended with one arm. One arm was less accurate for use by normal soldiers, but it was also more intimidating, in his opinion. "Do not speak while your superior is speaking. You're in the military. You should have learned that any superior, whether it be the Fleet Admiral or your retired grandmother, is to be respected. "I'm not bluffing, you know. You wouldn't be the first insubordinate whose blood I've had to spill for discipline to be maintained." Edited by Themistocles, Mar 12 2009, 07:33 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 12 2009, 08:10 PM Post #66 |
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-Cpt. Arburn Shellinger A shot fired, and Arburn blinked. What happened? Did the covenant get here? The Captain spun around, but no such enemies could be seen. Instead it was the other captain who was holding a SubMachine gun. At the assembled marines. At my Marines The room was filled with tension. "I'm not bluffing, you know. You wouldn't be the first insubordinate whose blood I've had to spill for discipline to be maintained." Auburn did not like those words. He didn't like them at all. He moved his hand upward. There was movement behind him. "Excuse me. I assume you're the new Captain, Slavardek. I don't know where you came from, but here, that is not how we discipline our soldiers." It was true that Brown was not the cleanest person in the base. It was true that even recruits sometimes held their equipment in cleaner conditions then he. But he was a damn good shot. Two more shots fired. The first one hit Slavardek's SMG, the second his sergeant's pistol. The bullets were not explosive, they were rubber. Nobody really knew why sergeant Brown carried them. But they proved useful. Both weapons flew out of their owners hands. The SMG hit a wall, the pistol bounced off the floor a good distance away. Their owners hands' would sting, but nothign serious would happen. "Those are My marines, and I will be the one who decides their punishment. But for now, why don't you do somethign useful and help move these crates?" The captain glared at Slavedicks. Such a fitting name. John Brown was right behind him, crouching on top of a tank tread. |
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| Themistocles | Mar 12 2009, 08:45 PM Post #67 |
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Slavardek eyed the other captain analytically. There was nothing about the man that seemed truly threatening, but he was a hard man, a disciplined man, and clearly not a submissive one. This captain was used to being in charge. Well, Slavardek was not only used to it; a few years back, he truly had been in charge, not only of a unit but of entire armies, and close friends with one of the admirals. He did not like this other captain. He did not like his tone, nor did he like the way he had shot the SMG out of his hand. It had been completely unnecessary. And this man was one of those decent men that thought he knew what was good for everyone around him, automatically. Men like him worshiped morality; Slavardek despised it. Morality was no substitute for logic. It was men like you that stopped me from becoming one of the greatest of all heroes, the man to create an alliance with not only one alien species, but many. It was men like you that arrested me and ignored my reasoning, stripped me of my rank, and forced me into that claustrophobic metal cell. I will not let your kind do that to me again. And centuries from now, when my name joins the titanic names of Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan, you will have been forgotten the instant you died. "Captain, what a pleasant surprise," he said, his hand stinging from the rubber bullet. "You must understand that I had no intention whatsoever of firing my weapon at any of these men. The initial shot you heard was aimed at the ground, and came from an M6 pistol. I have been recognized extensively for marksmanship, and will notify you that I could not have harmed your men without my intention." He wandered a few meters, then told his own troops to enter the garage. He then continued to speak to Shellinger, with a note of anger in his own voice now. "Please understand that although they are in your unit, I remain authoritative in my position over them, and I have the power to do as I please. Because the weapon was only used as intimidation, as the safety was switched on, I was not circumventing your own regulations. "Please keep in mind that it is logic that presides over morality, not the converse. Or the inverse, for that matter. And it is because you fail to comprehend this essential concept that I will ascend to my former position and beyond, while you linger with the common soldiers. One day, you will be used as a pawn on the great gameboard that is the battlefield. And it is men like you that will be sacrificed first for the great good. This is not a threat, merely an observation of your mindset, as it is completely inappropriate for the soldier's profession." As he headed toward the crates, he said, "Oh, and Karras? I respect your method of leadership. You will go far one day. "Goodbye, Captain," said Slavardek to Shellinger. Someday it will be you that I must discipline, Shellinger. |
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| evilidiot | Mar 12 2009, 09:09 PM Post #68 |
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generic name fails to follow orders again and fires randomly at the covenant with a death wish as a result some random thing will probably get him killed wait since action hasnt started yet can i quickly change from battle hardened to lucky sob... hurrah by some random twist of fate i am alone... wait thats a bad thing... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ok fine ill change from 63r1c n4m3 to syn satin Edited by evilidiot, Mar 13 2009, 05:17 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 12 2009, 09:09 PM Post #69 |
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Karras let out a glare at both Captain Slavardek and Captain Shellinger. Of the two of them, Slavardek had gotten the worse of the two, and Karras immediately went back to barking orders. "Marines, fall out and assist with the loading," he ordered. As the marines fell out and assisted, the master sergeant retrieved his pistol and moved over to Slavardek. "I'm a fresh arrival sir, all the CO's seem to know the gory details," spoke the NCO as he twiddled with the necklace of elite jaws. "Just remember, I have a habit of finding things out, and should I discover you or anyone violating military law through treason or desertion, I will not hesitate to shoot you. You must know your enemy to defeat them, and I'm guessing that you can't seem to grasp the fact that the Covenant aren't interested in taking over our tiny chunk of space, they are instead hellbent on our total annihilation. Given that you're my CO, you'll probably also know my past record with CO's who thought I was expendable. I hope I won't have to teach the same lesson to you as well." Karras promptly left Slavardek's side and moved over to Captain Shellinger, saluting him as he did so. "Captain, I recommend you allow me to get my point across to the men by my methods. I still live by the line of thinking that fear helps to ensure loyalty, fear of what may happen to them should they run," Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Mar 12 2009, 11:47 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 15 2009, 01:34 AM Post #70 |
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[OOC] Yea, pyro, we have an seat yourself policy, so just invite your character to the garage in the 1st post. [IC] >> Orbit around the planet High With the Whispers of dawn destroyed, and the ground cannons not turning on any time soon, the UNSC was quickly losing their battle in space. The Strogii had begun to pull out, and the Faith seemed to begin to follow. The Symphony, freshly warped out of the Slipspace, was unable to escape. It would have to fight to the last. Both destroyers launched another volley of MAC rounds toward their covenant foil. The rounds hit, and one even managed to penetrate. It dug deep into the covenant ship, but the vessel was still quite operational. It responded in kind, setting the Symphony ablaze inside a miniature sun. -Lt. Boris Nikolayevich The lieutenant got inside his ODST pod, and begun his drop. The ship was quickly gaining speed toward the planet, and he didn’t want to stay to see whether it could take an unpowered landing and keep the people in it alive. Boris strapped in, closed his eyes, and pushed the button. He hoped for a deafening roar, an explosion, but this was not so. He left the ship in complete silence. Others followed. -Pvt. Martha Straight Martha looked around. Through the various illuminators she could see that the ship was quickly gaining speed toward the planet. The ship would hold. She believed that. Looking around with a calm composure, the private analyzed what her chances were at surviving. The hangar was too far away, and it was quite possible that the blast doors had cut her away from it. What could she do? The cryo chambers. They were spaced throughout the ship, and would cool her off so she wouldn’t be baked inside the ship. She ran to the nearest such chamber, smiling. She might actually have a chance at surviving. The Whispers of dawn The ship had started dropping on the planet. It would be only minutes left until its contact with the atmosphere would explode into flames. It jetted towards the planet, parts falling off it. Unlike the covenant ship, which looked like a shooting star crossing the sky, with a white trail, this ship was more like a meteor, with ashes falling off it and black smoke flowing through the air it just passed. A black line to match the white. >> Base Foxtrot, garage 4 Enough of the vehicles had been supplied to set out. 26 warthogs, 13 troop transport variant ones and 10 Scorpion tanks. That would need to be enough. Both the 85th and the 102nd were now boarding the vehicles. The first batch was already setting out. As it did, men continued supplying the vehicles which remained. More would come as the first arrived. -Cpt. Arburn Shellinger of the 102nd mechanized division Slavardek had spoken his speech. He seemed awfully confident, aristocratic, snobbish. The type of person Auburn hated most. Slavardek described his skill in marksmanship, then proceeded to lecture him. The captain was less then pleased with this response. “Perhaps you would not shoot my men without intention. But it is your intention of which I am doubtful. You may do as you please to your own people, but I am highly questionable of your methods, and will not have you subverting the morale of my division. Morality does preside over logic. If we do not stay moral, we are no different from the beasts we are fighting. We must represent the beacon of hope to humanity, and we cannot do that through fear.” “As to your former position, you seem awfully obsessed with it. You may become a feared general, but If I could be the person to own the world or the captain who is respected and liked by his men, I would choose to be the captain.” He left the captain and entered a warthog’s side seat. The sergeant of the 85th, the one who shot the first shot, said something to his own captain, and the approached Auburn. "Captain, I recommend you allow me to get my point across to the men by my methods. I still live by the line of thinking that fear helps to ensure loyalty, fear of what may happen to them should they run." “You may proceed to use such tactics on your men, and although I condemn such actions, sadly I am in no position to stop you. Get my men involved, however, and I can and will have you court marshaled.” The engine started and he drove off with his troops, leaving no room for either Slavardek or Karras to respond. > MAC Alpha, defensive perimeter It would take 49 more minutes to get the cannons operational. Relatively speaking, 49 minutes was very little. Compared to, say, the time it takes to grow a tree, it is nothing. And yet those 45 minutes would seal the cannons fate. Simply because the Covenant vessel would be in range in 24 minutes. And when the ship was in range, everyone in the cannon would die. Most of the people there believed that. Some of them had reduced to praying for their salvation, while others, realizing the futility of even that, had crawled up in corners throughout the outpost. Some were trying to hide, some were writing last words which no one would read. 2 had locked themselves in a bathroom and no one was able to get them to come out. Not that many tried. Out of the 150 people supposedly manning the installation, only about 23 operated it, and out of those 23, only 6 were actually accomplishing their duties. The cannons were mostly automated, so such negligence rarely affected production. - Vanoue Daltas’ee The shipmasters clawed finger tapped out a steady beat on his armrest. How much longer? It seemed that the closer he got to the ground, the slower time went. Second after second. He looked at the button to the right of the holographic console staring at him. If only he could press it. All the resistance would be gone within a blink of an eye. But that was not an option here. He would wait. He would learn patience. This too, was the test of the holy ones. After all, if one could not wait, how could he be expected to embark onto the journey? Soon. In a few minutes he would stop the ship and let out phantoms carrying his finest troops. He would have let out the fighters already, if not for the pesky human weapons. For a race so primitive, their weapons seemed to be of the highest caliber. A red dot on the screen indicated another missile had hit the Unburned thoughts but he knew the missile had no effect. After all, he was protected by the will of the gods. [/i] Edited by MikeV37, Mar 15 2009, 01:36 AM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 15 2009, 10:16 AM Post #71 |
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Karras checked transponder IDs to make sure all were assembled. When he discovered that that was not so, he patched his radio into the loud speakers around the base. "Attention all marines of the 85th in the base," he said over the PA system "this is Master Sergeant Karras. Get your rears in gear and get to the vehicle park ASAP. We are rolling out in a few minutes." The sergeant continued to help the rest of the members of the 102nd load up the vehicles, making sure his soldiers did the same. |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 15 2009, 10:36 AM Post #72 |
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Jaw quickly jumped into the drop pod and launched the pod. |
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| Themistocles | Mar 15 2009, 10:37 AM Post #73 |
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Slavardek looked upon Shellinger with sadness and pity, no longer anger. There were actually tears in his eyes as Shellinger proceeded to talk to Karras. You're so delusional, Shellinger. Lost in your own world, your own reality. But you are a great man--although I hate to admit it, a greater man than I, in many ways. And for this, Captain, I salute you. He turned back to his men, but not before wiping his eyes so they could not see. When he turned back, some of the salty liquid remained there, almost cruelly, so the men would see that he was weak. Yet he saw, with shock, that the gazes of some of the soldiers had softened, almost as if this was proof not that he was weak, but that he was human. This will not change me. Although the path of nobility is a noble one, that of power is the greater. And that is the one I will follow. I have followed it before and was forced to backtrack. But this time I will go farther than before. And when I reach the extent of my goals, Shellinger, I swear that no matter what I do, the men will love you, and they will idolize you, and your name shall be remembered. "Alright, men," he said, and his voice was slightly choked, "Head to your vehicles. I do not know your specialties in vehicles, so you may choose yourself. But there must be a balance. The Covenant must get what is coming to them." He saw another man enter the garage, looking slightly lost. "Ah, Sergeant Matthews. I am glad you arrived before we left." He turned back to the others. "Show the bastards no mercy; strike hard, keep moving. Move out!" Edited by Themistocles, Mar 15 2009, 10:41 AM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 15 2009, 10:55 AM Post #74 |
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Karras decided to follow up Slavardek and spoke through the PA system with his radio. It went through to all of the vehicle radios too. "Marines, we are moving into the Valley of the Shadow of Death, where you will watch the back of the marines next to you, because they will watch yours. I can't say that we'll all make it back alive, but we will leave NO ONE behind. Dead, or alive, we're all coming home together." Karras promptly hopped into the side seat of a warthog after the marines were finished loading. He was going to be the last one out to make sure that everyone had arrived. They'd need every marine. |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 15 2009, 03:14 PM Post #75 |
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After watching the Lt going down and most of the squads as well, he quickly knew all his opportunities of surviving. The pod, with enough luck, the parachute will slow it down enough for the impact to be soft, therefore, the damage to his internal wound none. Getting into the hangar would be dangerous, if all the pelicans where gone, or all the remaining pilots left; he would be already dead. There, another chance, the Cryo Chambers, he heard once that a group of doctors and some marines made it alive out of an insurrectionist strike at a frigate, the frigate went down, however they saved themselves because it's in the central part of the ship, one just a few steps away from the Drop bay.He could make it through, anyway, the pod was safer. He wouldn't free-fall, from an ungodly distance to the surface, or maybe a covenant plasma gun could take down the rest of the frigate. Without hesitation, he got into one of the last pods and pushed the button, now he was falling. And hope the crash wouldn't be so bad. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 15 2009, 09:25 PM Post #76 |
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Eric shifted his feet. The last twenty of his minutes have really, really sucked. The worst twenty in my life, he marked. The Captain was being.... the Captain, the Covenant showed up, some people he'd never met before had showed up, and now he was sitting in a TT hog, on his way to get by the Covenant. Somme shivered. It was hot out, yet he felt cold. And he felt like he was going to soil his suit in more then one way, at the same time. He hadn't signed up for this. He signed up to make sure he was taking some other marine's place, so HE could be doing this stuff, while Eric was on happy happy High, NOT getting shot at. {Well, that plan backfired.} Sure, revenge for his home planet would be nice, but there were... what, twenty zillion aliens? With one little marine? That's not revenge. That's unfair slaughter on the alien's side. * * * * * Hey, look on the bright side. Maybe he'd get picked up by some alien, and become it's little slave? And it'd be nice? Or, maybe he'll just get his brain sucked out. Either way, Eric's life wasn't about to get any better. As the little TT hog drove towards the little MAC base, a big covenant ship was coming closer and closer. Along with it, a little alien with a little gun with the little marine's named written on its little side. Or, maybe, deep down in the planet, there was a big bad demon watching the little tiny marine sweating in his seat, and thinking, "I'll make this one my new gay bitch." However you look at it, the little tiny marine was in for some big bony trouble from some alien demons. |
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| FalloutJack | Mar 16 2009, 01:08 AM Post #77 |
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Meanwhile, Kevin was steadfastly- Uhhh...Kev? What the hell are you doing? Okay, the corporal appeared to be following orders, actually. See, he was tald that he should gather all his relevent equipment - as in the stuff that he was already carrying - and meet back where he was currently standing. So...he was just waiting for them to get back at the moment. And one thing you cannot stand in waiting around is doing frigging NOTHING while it happened. You go stir-crazy. Well, Kevin did. So, he was all like, "Computer, game list!", and a bunch of games appeared on ths HUD. That was why he was currently playing Tetris. *Beep, beep-beep-beep, JWA, JWA, thock!* "Man, what's taking 'em so long? I'd've been back in a flash and here I am, near freaking Level 10." Heh heh, then... "Attention all marines of the 85th in the base, this is Master Sergeant Karras. Get your rears in gear and get to the vehicle park ASAP. We are rolling out in a few minutes." "Eh?! Oh fuck-ditty-fuck-fuck! Where the hell's everyone else? Ah, screw this! I'm heading out with the guy who knows where his ass is!" Fortunately, he did not need directions to the vehicle park, but things were getting pretty goddamn urgent. Durandal canceled the game and saved the score as he hefted his rifle, going in the direction of the car park. He kinda' missed the EVERYTHING involving Captain Save-A-Lot there, which was good because he probably wouldn't have liked it at all. He stepped into the garage and walked up to the nearest person that looked like they were in charge. "Hey, you didn't happen to see that freaky-fast Captain Savantex around, did you? And if not, what the hell can I do here? Ya look like you got your hands full." |
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 16 2009, 02:58 PM Post #78 |
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john is running towards "his" tank, the one he called shaira. he was late, and he had to attach his m247 heavy machine gun as well. "crap, i shouldn't have had those extra drinks" he thinks to himself. "oh look, someone else is waiting here too. maybe he can help me load up my tank if necessary, and i'll give him a ride down. nothing worse that infantry to ruin a good day." he goes over to shaira and checks her out. "sweet, they didn't forget to load her. lets rock!" he goes over to durandal and asks," hey, you wanna help me out here instead of hanging around? cause if so, i need help attaching my m247. oh yea, and see if can get some other people to ride with us. i think three others? or two, if no-one wants to share with my gun." ooc-- before anyone starts yelling at me for godmoding, i'm not saying that durandal accepts. john is just assuming that durandal accepts because it's a TANK and who wouldn't want to ride on a TANK because they are awesome and have massively insane firepower and it's a TANK so where could you be that's safer? besides not being in combat, i mean. |
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| evilidiot | Mar 16 2009, 03:49 PM Post #79 |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 16 2009, 11:17 PM Post #80 |
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[OOC] While that technically was god modding, I’m going to let it slide since FJ agrees. [IC] >> Atmosphere of the planet High The sky was now ablaze with fires. Whereas the explosions in space could only be seen as tiny dots, the falling human ship could clearly be visible. The covenant was now close enough to see the outline of. From the human ship came a stream of smaller lights, vessels trying to enter the atmosphere. The ship’s exterior turned to fire as the air friction dug into the metal hulk. >The drop pods The pods entered the atmosphere at about the same time as the ship. Suddenly there was sound, light, heat. Heat. The pods were getting increasingly hot. They did not burn… yet. It was well known that the most dangerous part of an ODST’s job was not fighting aliens on distant worlds with weaponry and numbers far inferior to their enemies. No. It was the heat. A lot of ODST’s baked inside their HEV. After all, humans are such fragile creatures… But for now, everything was going well. The parachutes expanded out of the back on time, sailing on the same air resistance which hurt the people inside. So far, all of the dots on the display in the front of the HEVs were green. None of the hell jumpers so much as passed out. >The Whispers of dawn When falling through the atmosphere, the ship would melt off about 5 cm of battle ready steel all over the perimeter. A UNSC frigate had 10 cm of armor all around. Theoretically, this meant that the ship would be intact after a fall through the atmosphere. In reality though, the crew would just fry to death inside the ship, on the red hot walls and floors. By the time the ship landed, all that would be left of the people onboard would be ash and charred bones. -Pvt. Martha Straight The private ran through the halls to the cryo chambers. The air was getting hard to breathe. I should be lucky I can breathe at all If the life support system was destroyed right away, she would have no air to use. But it looked like she made it. There they were, the cryo chambers. There only two others there, and they were still frozen. The others had escaped using different means, or were in one of the other cryo chambers. Following regulation, she stripped. The last thing she needed was to die of freezer burn after escaping the frying pan the ship was about to become. The metal chambers began to warp. Martha got in and activated the chamber. She was instantly frozen. A picture of icy peace in hot hell. -Pvt. Franco Collier He awoke because of the heat. It became unbearable. He opened his eyes. Where am I? He looked around. Behind him was a blast door, the one which saved him from death. He still felt pain from the impact in his groin. That was good. Pain meant he was alive. Franco turned his head again, to face front, and all the hope in his eyes died. He faced a second blast door. Oh no. Franco was trapped in a steel cube. No, no, no, no! A steel cube which was getting hotter all the time. NO! Franco tried to curl up in a corner, but the corner burned him. NO. He only now noticed that his boots were melted to the floor. He couldn’t move. no His pistol had been thrown to the other side of the room. The air became impossible to breathe. no… The boots melted through and burned the soles of his feet. He jumped instinctively, planting his face into hot metal. Franco screamed out in agony, flinging himself over to the side. But there was no respite for the pain. Again and again the ship burned him, and as he moved away, he burned other parts of his body. His own screams reverberated through the room. The private was not capable of coherent though, such was the pain. He cringed on the floor. Merciful Death would not come soon. >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. The sky was blotted out, and the world draped in darkness. The enormous body of the Unburned thoughts floated in between the sun and the ground, covering the region in shadow. Like an eclipse. A deadly, deadly eclipse. The ship was now too low for Anti Air missiles. It would be a while before it reached the range of the standard 102’s. It was free to do as it liked. - Vanoue Daltas’ee On his orders, the humongous ship halted in midair. It was close enough. From then on, the ship would begin a slower and orderly descent. They were in range of launching strike aircraft. Seraph and Banshee fighters were now buzzing in the air around it, more and more pouring out of the hangar doors with every second. A purple swarm of bees covering their hive. The ship and the aircraft around it descended onto the fearful humans. And with every moment, doom was coming closer. The ship was directly on top of the MAC station. The fastest possible route to victory. -Cpt. Arburn Shellinger of the 102nd mechanized division The vehicle column had moved out. Tanks and Warthogs. They needed the extra space to fit the 85th, but Auburn regretted not bringing Wolverines to bear, especially now that he looked onto the blocked out sky. The enemy was bringing out Banshees, and in large amounts. If they were lucky, the mounted 102’s would soften up the bombardment that was sure to follow their advance. He ordered the Warthogs with rocket pods to the sides, with the TT’s in the center and Scorpions in the back. The front had the M41 LAAG guns, although those punctuated the center as well. This configuration should help them in case of an air assault. Syn SAtin He stands in the middle of the road, hoping for the covenant to get him. The covenant ignore him. He almost gets run over by a tank, but is picked up by a marine sitting on the front tread. Edited by MikeV37, Mar 16 2009, 11:19 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 17 2009, 04:41 PM Post #81 |
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"Now we see what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object," said Karras to himself. "To the shores of war we travel, with Valor as our greatest guide." The master sergeant promptly made sure he had slugs loaded into his shotgun; it was the only way he'd be able to take down any banshees that came for them. "Look to the sky!" he barked over the radio to his marines. |
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| FalloutJack | Mar 17 2009, 05:17 PM Post #82 |
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"Hey, you wanna help me out here instead of hanging around? 'Cause if so, I need help attaching my m247. Oh yeah, and see if can get some other people to ride with us. I think three others? or two, if no-one wants to share with my gun." What the...? Okay, new unknown guy offering him a place in a tank. That was fine by him. Because...think about it. Tank with armor...and a sniper. Sniper Tank! Kevin immediately warmed up to the idea, but then the guy put on provisos. And by that, we mean extra orders that involved not immediately climbing into the lovely lovely tank and doing some good around here. "Listen, fella, now ain't exactly the time to see if anyone needs ta' carpool!" Hang on. He's a Sarge. Command chain! D'oh!So, reluctantly, Kevin began to look around and...uhhh...he didn't really know anyone around here, so going around and getting people's attention sounded like it was gonna go nowhere fast. Dammit, what do you DO when you're the new guy and you don't know Jack Shit? Well, what did anybody else do at his old base? Alright, he had this one figured out now. And so, he decided to shout out... "Anybody aiming to help with this frigging tank, get ovah here NOW!" Otherwise, nevermind and we'll be leavin' ya behind. Nothin' like using the loud Cut-The-Bullshit voice to get things done. It worked on other occasions, so why not now? Kevin got back over to the tank in question and went to help with the guy's big gun. "Alright, just show me how this sucker goes, where I sit, and we'll get along fine." This was gonna be the start of a very whacked out war. Who the hell was even causing this ruckus? And why NOW, when he was just getting to base? These questions and more to be answered...yeah, when hell freezes over. Edited by FalloutJack, Mar 17 2009, 05:20 PM.
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 17 2009, 05:26 PM Post #83 |
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"Alright, just show me how this sucker goes, where I sit, and we'll get along fine." " "this sucker" goes on the left front tread, you can choose any other place to sit, or you can share with my gun. i dont really care. biggest problem for me is infantry, so i position yourself so that you can easily take care of them i'd rather not have to shoot them, because that will cause massive colateral damage, and people will get pissed at me." ooc-- does anyone know if the vehicles have unlimited ammo like in the game or if there is a limited quantity, how much do we have? |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 17 2009, 07:10 PM Post #84 |
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A shadow passed over the little TT Hog. The Covenant ship was right above them. Great. "HOLY!" Somme shouted. Covenant aircraft was launching, (I assume?)flying down, and blasting at whatever was human, or looked human. Which was basically everything. The Hog busted forward, trying to get to the MAC before there wasn't enough left of it to make a safety pin. With the added speed, they hit a rather nasty jump, sending Eric flying out of the Hog, and saying "Hello!" to the dirt. The Hog didn't stop, though. It just kept driving, either not noticing that it lost one of its few passengers, or simply not caring. "Hey! ASSHOLES!" Somme scrambled to his feet, running after it. His BR55 clattered in it's leather strip, bouncing off his back. "I'M BACK HERE!" The Hog kept driving, not even slowing a bit. Of course, a Banshee flew past it, blowing out its tires, and made a second pass, firing its fuel rod gun. Boom, nothing left but a black mark on the ground. Eric didn't know whether to laugh at the Karma, or simply pass out. So, he laughed, and then took off running, praying he'd stay in one, unmelted piece. Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 17 2009, 07:11 PM.
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| evilidiot | Mar 17 2009, 07:11 PM Post #85 |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 18 2009, 11:20 PM Post #86 |
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[IC] >> Space of the planet High The Strogii had successfully turned tail and ran. A sensible choice. There was no hope for two UNSC craft to survive against 2 similar covenant ships for the duration of time needed to charge up the MAC guns. And being bait to protect people on an unimportant backwater would be a waste of the Crew’s lives. That’s what the captain told himself. Over and over. But the fact of the matter was, he was letting the people on that planet die. >The drop pods One of the Icons on the display turned to orange. A hell jumper’s pod had entered the dangerous temperature levels. The Lieutenants voice boomed through the comm. of all the HEV pods in the group. “Max, you holding in there?” “…Ye…Yes, sir. “ The ODST struggled with his words. His deep breaths were heard over the comm. Every breath was a fight for him. “Just hang in there. It’s not far now.” It was far, but that wouldn’t help the ODST, who was already halfway to hell. The immense hulk of the ship had passed them downward. Their parachutes slowed them down. They didn’t slow the Whispers. Or at least its remains. John’s and Jaw’s display still showed an uncomfortable 86C. It was hot, very hot, but they would live. John’s injuries were acting up again. He felt blood come up to his mouth. The vibrations were what was getting to them The freshly healed organs were not ready to be stirred in a shaking HEV pod. >The Whispers of dawn A human can survive for 30 minutes in temperatures of 120C. It was 569C on the ship, and rapidly climbing. Nothing was alive in the corridors and rooms of the ship. >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. The column of vehicles was nearing MAC Alpha, but just as the first vehicles came into eye view of the base, the purple covenant mess of air units suddenly stopped revolving around the Mother ship and launched down. Like a wave of purple in the air, they came down from the ship, pouring plasma onto the vehicles. Numerous Warthogs were overturned as green flames erupted from the ground. Marines crawled on the ground, limbs missing, on fire, bleeding to death. One unfortunate fellow was crushed by the Warthog he was riding only moments before. Despite this, the convoy kept moving. The deaths of the others seemed so unimportant when your own skin is placed at risk. For some reason, the marines believed that if only they could get to MAC Alpha, they would be safe. Adrenaline clouded their vision. But the convoy was moving. Some of the vehicles were even shooting back. The first Banshees were falling out of the sky. A supremely lucky marine named Syn took a shot at random and hit a banshee’s anti gravitational pod, knocking it out of the sky. [OOC] Curse you random chance. Evil idiot succeeded on a 1/8192 chance (2^13 if anyone cares) WTF is up with that? Back with the show [IC] Aboard Unburned Thoughts; Fleet of Untold Doctrine - Turnlog, high priest of the Unggoy The stiff Methane air in the Barracks tasted like old and dead Scrub grubs, in Turnlog's opinion. Dieyog, his Teacher assistant, thought otherwise. "Tastes like the air at home!" Was what he thought. Turnlog found his assistant's constant optimism about everything to be rather aggravating. Ever since that damned Sangheili had been ordered to search this system for relics and cleanse any of the Unclean, Turnlog had been dragged away from all of his holy duties. He, as a high Priest, and being one of the highest ranking Unggoy of his time, was drafted and dragged from his place to follow the commander as he blew through every bit of space dust that stood before his fleet. The Unggoy's trip with the manic had not been a pleasant one. Beginning with suddenly being informed that he "had the privilege" to accompany the Sangeili, he had minutes to get his equipment and go to the ship marked as Unburned Thoughts. Even with his rushing(and getting angry complaints by doing so from other High Charity residents), he was late to his appointment. This had sent the entire fleet in a bad mood as soon as they left the docks. Then, with a long and unpleasant bonding time with his new assistant during a long Slipspace jump, the Unclean were firing on the fleet, and the planet they were at was flooded with Forerunner objects, according to the ship's Luminary. As if that wasn't bad enough, the accursed Captain who had been the source of Turnlog's bad time, ended up breaking his mask, and sending the little creature flying across the room accidently by waving his muscular arms around, when he saw the humans. The poor Unggoy tapped his snout gingerly. It was bruised, badly. Instead of being on the bridge with the Captain, sharing his delight in the Unclean's distraction, he was in a stale barracks with his incompetent assistant, as he searched for his mask. The one good thing about Dieyog, was that he was more then happy to help his leader with anything. Although, it was taking a while, since Turnlog had managed to pack a lot in his minutes of packing. "...Then I said, "Forerunners save us!" Dieyog snorted. "He say, 'Don't swear by the Forerunners, scum!" Turnlog rolled his eyes at the Unggoy's story, holding his snout softly in both pain, and disgust of the stale methane. "Dieyog, please find my masks in respectful silence." Turnlog frowned at his assistant. For such a high ranking Unggoy, he wasn't very intelligent. "Yes, great one. Ah!" The clumsy Teacher fell off a stack of boxes, tipping one over. His sacrifice proved useful, though. Turnlog's spare methane equipment spilled out, with a spare mask. Quickly, the Priest snatched it up, and put it on. "Thank you, Dieyog." The Unggoy chirped happily in response as he hopped up from the floor, unfazed. With that, Turnlog turned and trotted out of the barracks, and towards the bridge. Turnlog's bright lavender tunic, that marked him as a High Priest, was crumpled from his quick run to the bridge. It was only a five minute walk, but it felt like longer in the plain corridors. Quickly, he flattened it, and after a deep breath, trotted onto the bridge. "Hail, Vanoue Daltas’ee! How goes the cleansing?" Turnlog chirped. The ship captain was busy ordering the launching of ships, but glanced down at the Unggoy. "It bodes well..." - Vanoue Daltas’ee “It bodes well…” Indeed. The human’s last hope, the convoy of troops to their cannons, was being stamped out by the Air assault. Other then the light weaponry on the convoy itself, there was little resistance. If the vermin had any anti air support, they weren’t showing it. The number of banshees shot down was meager. Soon they would be low enough to launch Phantoms. Then it would be all over. “How are your brothers? Are they ready to launch?” -Cpt. Arburn Shellinger The bombardment was severe, to say the least. Among the burned out forest, there was no cover to hide behind. They were ripe for the picking. The Covenant leisurely picked off the vehicles. Not to say that they were untouched, banshees littered the ground as well, but the sky was covered in them. The banshees seemed to only grow in numbers, while the humans lost a gun with every death. Tanks could not stop to shoot, they needed to get to the base. “Where the HELL are the reinforcements from Omega?” The captain screamed at his comm. as if that was going to help his situation. -Cpl. Ricardo Escher The corporal shot another round from the warthog mounted 102. The missile made a sucking sound as it left its carrier tube and sped towards a target in the sky. Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh The 3rd rocket hit, and a banshee exploded in a brilliant burst of purples and blues. Ricardo whistled under his breath. The fireworks sure were beautiful. Time to reload The warthog swerved around the singed carcass of its fallen brother, then continued past it. The ashy ground made soot rise up everywhere. The ash flew up in the sky, creating a cloud of small particles that hurt the eyes every time a warthog drove by. The scorpion drivers were immune, as well as the marines who wore goggles. All the others had to either tough it up, or give it up. A warthog where the driver had closed his eyes crashed into debris on the road. The jeep collided with its half melted counterpart, and the driver flew out the front. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 18 2009, 11:47 PM Post #87 |
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Karras cursed under his breath as he waited for a banshee to pass overhead. He had done stunts like this before, but not on a moving warthog. His face was protected by the multi-optics helmet he wore, allowing him to get a steady bead on one banshee that was trying to strafe "And BOINGO!" thought Karras as he pumped off two quick rounds at the pilot's compartment. These were heavy eight gauge slugs designed to pierce heavy armor, including large doors and multiple armored soldiers, and if they could do that, then they sure as hell could punch through something as puny as a banshee. |
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| evilidiot | Mar 19 2009, 07:45 PM Post #88 |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 19 2009, 07:57 PM Post #89 |
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| Themistocles | Mar 20 2009, 08:22 PM Post #90 |
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Harrison Slavardek's eyes were positioned only at the sky. The tiny lights that dotted the empty spaces between the clouds were so numerous that they seemed to form clouds of in some areas. Fires flashed occasionally, each only lasting a split second before dissipating as readily as an over-stimulated uranium atom. Now fires were coming down from the sky as well, bolts of plasma sent by oncoming Covenant fights. We could have been friends, you know, he thought to himself, an expression of sadness crossing his features. We could have been allies, partners... brothers. It was my people that put a stop to it. Perhaps one day we will be brothers regardless of the sins we have made. He sat in the side seat of a powerful machine gun warthog, and the leather vibrated with the raw energy of the vehicle's engine. His submachine gun sat on his lap, which he could access at any time, firing at nearby targets and mowing them down, watching their strangely-colored blood spurt as the volley of bullets entered their bodies. Resting next to him, propped up on the seat, was his sniper rifle. It was state-of-the-art, capable of ending lives from a great distance. But marksmanship required patience and precision, and neither was available within a moving vehicle. He would need to wait until it stopped, so he could take the time to center his targeting system on the Covenant enemies that faced him and watch him crumple like a fruit fly beneath a swatter. He marveled at the strength of the rear turret cannon mounted on the jeep. With a single turn of the gunner's wrists, the cannon could swerve and rip through multiple enemies, terminating several unique lives as if they were expendable as ants. Sometimes he wished he could use that marvelous weapon. But from here had the power of authority. "Move us closer to the MAC terminal," he said to the driver to his left. "Then contact the others and ensure that they do the same." |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 20 2009, 11:59 PM Post #91 |
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[IC] >The drop pods The pain in his gut was getting worse. The jerking increased as well, now shaking him around the room. Every time the pod shook, it felt as though someone took a knife and cut into John’s stomach. A trail of blood came out of his mouth. The temperature was climbing. It now reached 90C in Jaw’s pod. More and more orange lights were blinking on the display. So far, no one reached red. This wasn’t just good. They were lucky. Inside his pod, the Lt. smiled. Sweat dripped off him, as it did off the other jumpers. This was comparable to being in a sauna. Except if it got too hot, you didn’t leave. You endured. And maybe you lived. They veered off, to the mountain nearby. The less time spent in the atmosphere the better. >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. The first Warthogs closed in on the base. The casualties were severe, but those who made it were safe… for now. The trail now stretched out from Base foxtrot all the way to MAC Alpha. The banshees tore at the convoy nearly unopposed. The marines attempted to fight back, but they simply didn’t have the firepower needed to wipe the skies. Karras shot a banshee with a slug from his shotgun. The warthog he was in hit a bump, however, and hit slug went slightly off course. It pierced through the banshee, but failed to hit the pilot. The banshee shrugged the shot off and flew forward. A lone marine named Rin was running under fire. A warthog swerved nest to him, and he was yanked off the ground. A fuel rod shot exploded where his feet were just placed. The warthog was sent sideways for a short trip through the air, landing upside down. Seiko was sent flying through the air as well. The driver of the warthog was lying lifeless on the ground. The wheels of the jeep were still on fire. The one manning the turret, the marine who yanked Rin away, had a broken neck. Part of his arm was missing, burnt off and blood seeped from where his armor cut into his skin from the impact of the blast. Surprisingly, Rin was fine. He was sent flying to the right of the warthog, and was one of the few people left on the field. The marine was beat all over, but he escaped major burning. Fire exploded all over Syn Satin’s tank, but none of it hit. It kept going straight towards the base. Even the 4 marines on the treads were untouched. [OOC] Seriously, WTF is with Syn’s luck? [IC] More and more banshees poured from the air. Suddenly the comm. of every Officer and sergeant exploded with a couple of words. They were words the Captains had been waiting to hear. –Sgt. Paul Stromrise “This is the 14th Air wing. Skyhawks inbound. Sorry for the wait.” The reinforcements from Omega were finally getting there. Like clashing waves, the two groups collided. But the Skyhawks were meant for air superiority, not supporting the troops on the ground, like the banshee. They were pushing into the covenant away from the ground, so that the convoy might be able to get to its objective. The sky exploded with fire, both orange and blue. The bits of both parties’ fighters fell to the ground, a hail of metal. but that was better than a hail of plasma. “The SparrowHawks are en route to assist as well. They’ll be here shortly.” [OOC] Now Cpt. Slavedicks gets 6 airstrikes. He can spread them to his sergeants, or he can leave them with himself to use as he pleases. [IC] Aboard Unburned Thoughts; Fleet of Untold Doctrine - Turnlog, high priest of the Unggoy Yes, and no. About half are ready." The Unggoy shifted his feet. "Those ready are in the hangar, great one." The rest were probably hiding to avoid fighting, like Dieyog. There were about one hundred Deacon rank Unggoy on the ship, and roughly two hundred in the remaining fleet. Two hundred Teachers total were in the war, five of which were in this fleet. All of which, had been taught and instructed by Turnlog. He, the greatest Unggoy since the 5th Age of Reclamation. Yet, for his rank, not even he was able to escape the war. The air vehicles were launching. Turnlog could feel the vibrations beneth him, as the anti-gravity engines pushed against the ship. Soon, he thought, The Unclean will be wiped from the planet. Though many of my students and brothers will die, in the end, we will move further down the Path. Indeed; already Turnlog could see the Holy Object arriving at High Charity. Already, the looks on his fellow Unggoy, as they are more respected by the Covenant. And already, he could imagine the Hiearchs beaming at him, and bestowing the highest rank possible for an Unggoy... The Luminary bleeped. Turnlock looked from the holographic image of the planet, to the video feed on the screen. "May we follow in Their Footsteps." - Vanoue Daltas’ee "And so better mind The Path." “Have your men begin their drop. We are close enough.” Something troubled the elite. It seemed the humans were beginning to resist. He pondered for a bit, then smiled. What was a prize if you did not work to achieve it? So what if the vermin had time to prepare? His troops would descend on them and wipe them out all the same. He motioned over to an elite next to the holographic display. “Deploy the Seraph’s.” He turned toward Turnlog “And another thing, Turnlog. Have them prepare my combat wares. I shall accompany my troops personally.” Yes. He would see to this victory himself. |
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| FalloutJack | Mar 21 2009, 02:04 AM Post #92 |
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OOC: Sorry for the delay. I kinda' got nothin'...until not. Hurray! IC>>>>> Alright, so basucally, Kevin pretty much helped with the tank's armaments as specified by the Sarge-guy he was with at the tank, and then put himself in a fortified position that would have him access to the big gun he just helped with, while still being able to draw and use his rifle and submachine gun. Options were always a good thing in his eyes. However, since the other guy was driving... "Hey, Sergeant What's-Your-Name! I don't mean ta' tell ya how things are done, but we kinda' need our forward momentum to get a'going! Oh, and who ARE you anyways?" At this time, you could find Kevin specifically set up thusly with his options... If the enemy was numerous and he could mow them down with this happy heavy weapon, then it was bullet city. Kevin wasn't exactly trained for this, but he was saving his sniper shots for tougher targets than he couldn't hit with this thing. Like, if it was quicker and easier to snipe it, then there we are. And as for his sidearm? That's the quick-response weapon for the not-so-heavies. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 21 2009, 05:37 PM Post #93 |
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"Hey, Sergeant What's-Your-Name! I don't mean ta' tell ya how things are done, but we kinda' need our forward momentum to get a'going! Oh, and who ARE you anyways?" "first of all, that's hey sergeant what's-your-name sir. i am sergeant john mathews, and we are rolling. where are you sitting, and who else did you get?" ooc: can someone please tell me how much ammunition i have? ic: john waits a little longer, hoping that he would find something larger than a banshee to shoot. oh well, if not i guess i'll have to open fire on the banshees in a bit. shame to waste such massive shells on such puny targets, especially while we still have a decent force of fighters in the air |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 22 2009, 04:41 PM Post #94 |
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"Look sharp marines! We're not out of this yet!" barked Karras as he let the air support go to work. There was only one problem: where was the rest of the Covenant air power? Surely they had more forces than simply banshees. "Captain," spoke the sergeant over the comms, "I think we may need to call in additional heavy fighters. That ship's too big to be holding only banshees." |
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| evilidiot | Mar 22 2009, 06:14 PM Post #95 |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 23 2009, 12:26 AM Post #96 |
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[OOC] There was some ambiguity before. An airstrike functions much as a gunship strike in CoD4 does, sending out a SparrowHawk gunship which pwns everything on screen. Slavardek can either use them himself or spread them out to use by his squad as he sees fit. The sergeants are directly qualified for this, but anyone can do it. You have to have direct line of sight for your target when you order an airstrike, which is why the airstrike might be passed on to lower ranks, so that the privates go get shot at while the captain is sipping martinis in a bunker. Currently, the vehicles have enough ammo to last the battle. That’s all you need to know fro now. [IC] >The drop pods The temperature in the pod was getting dangerous. Water would boil. But they had no choice other than to persevere. Almost all the lights were in the orange now, with a few being red. Those would not make it down. But the ones who lived wouldn’t have to suffer for long. Due to the geography of the region, they would be landing soon, much faster than the burning wreck of a ship they came in. The mountain was very close now. >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. The air was getting thicker. Seraph fighters had descended from the ship and were now pummeling the Skyhawks. The banshees had receded, but the UNSC was being quickly pushed back from air superiority. Phantoms had appeared in the sky, and were coming down on the UNSC positions. The first elites had dropped down onto the planet in drop pods. A pod landed next to Karras. The hatch exploded out and a Covenant elite slowly climbed onto the surface. It seemed shaken by the impact of the crash. Syn cuts himself on the knife but manages to dodge the flurry of plasma coming at him. The tank was burning in several spots where the plasma hit. Next to the entrance, where the Captain stood, a Phantom appeared in the air. It shot at the marines on the ground as they scurried inside. The tanks seemed to be the best at knocking out the dropships, so they came under constant assault by the banshees which still dotted the sky. The ones nearer to the base were nearly ablaze with plasma. Sitting on a tread, like the marines had done for transportation before, was no longer an option. [OOC] BTW, the scorpion tank can actually seat two people inside, a gunner and a driver. Master chief is just awesome enough to do both. [IC] >The drop pods The pods crashed down, taking plumes of dust from the ground and into the atmosphere. Trees which were covering the ground had been unearthed by the impact. Some more icons went red. John’s and Jaw’s were not among them. John could barely feel his lower half, let alone move. Blood covered his face. The button to open the hatch was so close… yet so far. He felt his vision blur and darken. The hatch was ripped off by someone else. He could not see who, but he could hear the Lt.’s voice. “C’mon People! Get him out of there! Where’s the medic?” Jaw’s hatch was torn by the impact. He was thrown from the pod, but the belts kept him secured. From the ripped off hatch, he could see that he leveled a tree. He was facing another pod, which had a couple of people surrounding it. They seemed to be dragging a fellow shock trooper out of the pod. The Bumblebee escape pods fell onto the surface right after. |
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| J0hn185 | Mar 23 2009, 06:27 PM Post #97 |
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The intense sound, heat and blaze, and of course the wound... made him pass out. In a bloody gory mess he woke up, barely conscious. Unable to see. He heard some beatings, and a voice. The Lt, for what it seemed. He knew that his internal bleeding was already fucked up, but nevertheless he made it alive, barely. A doctor would patch him up and with enough luck he would be back on service. He had to Keep his will strong, and his morale high. For spirit matters in wounds, even the deadliest of ones. And true strength relays on recovering from them. For what he knew. he lost a lot of blood, a gory mess of things in the hev. But he knew however that the cut used to be simple, it may have widen up, more medical attention would close that wound. PERMANENTLY. For the doctors at the Frigate did a light matter for that wound, knowing that he would rest some days. After some time, he recovered his sight, and sence of space. He saw jaw, and the Lt... still alive. |
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| Jaw096 | Mar 23 2009, 07:27 PM Post #98 |
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Jaw steps out of the drop pod. "Man, what a landing!" he said knowing no one was listening. He look around to get an idea of what all was around. When he was looking over at the other pod, the guy being pulled out looked like John. Well, no sense going over there. It's not like there is anything I can do. Jaw continued to look around, making sure he picked up every detail about everything that was around. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 23 2009, 08:23 PM Post #99 |
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john looks up and sees a lot of seraphs and phantoms. "PARTY TIME!!!!11!!1111ONEONEONE" he yells very loudly, and opens fire with everything his tank has, attempting to clear the skies. by himself. without hitting anyone friendly. well, not really by himself, a little help would not be taken amiss, but come on man, he's in a tank, and the majority of the other people are in puny little warthogs. they take care of ground troops, and he will take care of the skies. after he opens fire, and the first few vehicles come crashing to the ground, he yells "YEAH! EAT IT, STUPID ALIENS!" "YOU LIKE THIS? HERE, HAVE SOME MORE!"
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| FalloutJack | Mar 24 2009, 05:45 PM Post #100 |
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"First of all, that's hey sergeant what's-your-name sir. I am sergeant john mathews, and we are rolling. Where are you sitting, and who else did you get?" "I am manning your BFG, sir, 'cause we ain't got nobody else!" Durandal's placement in the tank and measure of how he planned to use the guns here was already stated, so we don't need to go into that a second time. More or less, he was the second-most secure person here, aside from the driver/gunner. Granted, he was the only other person here, but if others DID suddenly show up, he still had the second-best spot in the house, so to speak. So there. But then, of course, they entered combat and... "Oh shit."Fucking hell! There was shit to blow up, EVERYWHERE!! So, Kevin adopted the stance of attack that his comrade-in-tank was, only using HIS heavy weapon placement. Namely, to swear alot and curse the skies with heavy ammo as things got into range. "Fuck fuck FUCK!! This is my first goddamn day here and you are NOT making me regret it for the rest of me short freakin' life!!" His battlecry was a little more manic and frantic, but it got the point across. Namely, he wanted his attackers dead. Kevin had a heightened state of paranoia. If you were charging at him or sneaking up on him, you might be a shoot-worthy targer. So, as of now, he was practicing the age-old act of keeping the enemy as FAR away from him as possible with high-velocity ammo. Which was fine since...it wasn't his own. He, this BFG, and the tank's main cannon would be having some great quality time for a while... |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 24 2009, 05:59 PM Post #101 |
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The pod landed next to Karras and its cover popped off, revealing the somewhat woozy elite inside. "Hey! It's Squidjaw!" roared Karras as he rapidly pumped three shotgun slugs towards it's head, chest, and shield generator before it could fully exit the pod. OOC: have we reached the SMAC yet? |
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| evilidiot | Mar 24 2009, 07:25 PM Post #102 |
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syn sheaths his knife syn sucks the blood from his cut like a vampire syn releases safety on sidearm and opens fire on any elites not being blown to pieces by scorpion shells syn stops firing after one clip for the sidearm has been finished Edited by evilidiot, Mar 24 2009, 07:28 PM.
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 24 2009, 08:43 PM Post #103 |
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ooc syn: i am not shooting elites with tank shells. i am shooting the seraphs and other air based units. ic john yells "what the hell is the racket up there? is someone shaking the tank or something? it's getting a little hard to aim for massive crashes! and if you are using my gun don't waste too much ammo. i got a limited amount here! ooc: can i exchange my sidearm for more ammo for my m247? ooc: john likes to name everything. his tank is shaira, and his gun is the end. as in, meet my good friend, THE END. (opens fire, spraying everything with bullets, and killing them) |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 24 2009, 11:04 PM Post #104 |
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[OOC] C-pyro, you can exchange for extra ammo. Themistocles is at the SMAC, Syd, Karras and Rin are in the clearing next to it, Pyro and Jack are a ways off. [IC] >>The drop pod landing site John’s eyes reopened. He felt markedly better. The vision was still blurry, and he felt he couldn’t truly walk, only limp, but he was otherwise fine. Better than anyone expected. The Lt. was somewhere else barking orders at the newly landed, but two ODST’s were standing guard next to him. One of them turned his head and saw that John was awake. - Cpl. Mike Vogel “You’re up! Sorry man, we did the best we could, but our medic, Max, he…” The corporal turned his head down and away. The ODST did not talk about those that did not make it. Those who baked on atmospheric entry. “Anyway, here. This should make you feel a bit better.” Mike handed the hurt comrade a flask of water. After a landing, an ODST was usually dehydrated, and covered in his own dried sweat. An HEV is like a sauna. Except that after the sauna, the ODSTs were expected to fight, and win. It was because they delivered that they were thought of as the most elite force in the UNSC. > The forest Jaw inspected the forest. He saw little of interest. Bugs covered the area, but all ODST’s have gone through worse. There were no enemies close by, he could tell. To the east, a plume of smoke rose from the ground. He could see a clear outline of the covenant cruiser hovering above the area. It was massive, easily over 3 kilometers long. He could hear faint explosions coming from under its shadow. In the sky, the whispers of dawn continued falling. It missed the mountain range and would be falling for a while now. >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. Battlefield next to MAC Alpha Whatever air superiority the UNSC had was quickly being lost. Banshees were not as good as the Skyhawks in the air, but the Seraphs were, and they held the numerical advantage. Scorpions pounded the sky with missiles, but it was mostly a waste of ammo. Banshees flew too fast to be hit most of the time, and the tank drivers hoped on filling the sky with enough ammunition to hit something. The air was constantly pounding with explosions. The ground was no longer just an open field. It was now filled with banshee and warthog remains, with the occasional skyhawk and scorpion tank corpse. This meant that there was still no cover for vehicles from air attacks, but now they had to slow to avoid crashing into debris. The infantry already off of their vehicles was making excellent use of the new cover. The elite Karras shot fell back in his pod and purple blood splattered all over the ground nearby, as well as the sergeant. This was not nearly the extent of the drop though. These pods were popping up everywhere on the field. 7 more pods fell in Karras’ immediate vicinity. Two elites jumped out and began firing at Karras, but in their haste, they missed. One of them flew to the side as he was hit with a barrage of pistol ammo. Two more jumped out as well, and began to analyze their surroundings. Finally, three were shaken, like the first that appeared next to Karras. There was a noticeable delay between when the pod landed and the elite began to climb out. Syd opens fire into the group of Elites next to Karras. He drops one, using his full clip to do so. It shrieks, then falls silent. At that moment, a phantom descends near him and drops off a group of about two tens of grunts. They are lead by four elites. The captain stood, unmoving, as the Phantom came down from the skies. It was truly a sight to behold. Perhaps he was studying the vehicle, perhaps pondering on the repercussions of the war. Whatever he was doing, the phantom didn’t care. The one who hesitates in a battlefield is an easy target. The Captain’s warthog was hit, and he was sent to the ground, unconscious. The covenant seemed to find this acceptable, as the phantom moved down and began unloading its payload of thirteen elites, with armor ranging in color from blue to red. Rin was not killed if only owing to the fact that he looked dead already. 2 phantoms came from the heathens and unloaded grunts and elites onto the battleground. However, as they poured more and more troops on the battlefield, the marines regrouped and brought their full might to bear. Karras’ unit had only 5 casualties, and was now speeding toward their cornered sergeant. Although the covenant held the upper hand, the marines were gaining ground. >Approach to battlefield The convoy pounded the skies. The banshees shot back, but so Far the tanks were lucky. John shot down 4 banshees, which now decorated the burnt forest. He was hit with a fuel rod from the right. The tank bounced up slightly, then landed back on its treads and kept going. He only had to press the forward pedal and shoot, so he was able to aim. It was not possible for one man to effectively control the movement and shooting of a tank. Durandal felt as his right side exploded, blowing ground and red hot metal everywhere. He involuntarily flinched. The tank kept going though, and he kept the banshees reasonably away. No more shots came. Those which escaped the tanks were mopped up by the Skyhawks. Or perhaps he was just lucky. Either way, no direct hits met the tank. But the air was getting hotter. They were nearing the battlefield. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 25 2009, 01:54 PM Post #105 |
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"hey, durandal! i'm having some trouble here. can you help me out here? i need you to fire the tanks secondary and main cannons, so i can focus on driving. load a full clip into my gun, and then get in here. dont worry about the ground troops, focus on the air vehicles. oh yeah, and dont worry about whats in front of us. we're in a tank. we can ram through, and i'll make better time." ooc can durandal even operate the scorpions weapons? Edited by crazypyromaniac, Mar 25 2009, 06:11 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Mar 25 2009, 07:17 PM Post #106 |
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[OOC] As with everything else in the Rp, he can try, but he mmight not succed. Oh what's the worst that could happen? Getting an arm caught in the barrel reloading compartment and having it blown off? Wait.. That IS pretty bad... So yeah, you can always try. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 25 2009, 09:25 PM Post #107 |
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Karras let out a war whoop as he fired a slug towards the face of each of the woozy elites before taking cover behind one of the empty drop pods. Noting the group of elites that had just dropped out of the phantom, the sergeant fired up the target painter on his helmet, aiming it straight at them. "Initiate strafing run!" he yelled into his radio to one of the sparrow hawks. "They have come, expecting to spill our blood, but they shall drown in their own!" he yelled through his radio as he surveyed the situation around him. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Mar 26 2009, 04:30 PM.
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| evilidiot | Mar 26 2009, 07:31 PM Post #108 |
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ooc who is syd???? ic syn lets the tank do its job.... |
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| FalloutJack | Mar 29 2009, 09:45 PM Post #109 |
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OOC: Well Mike, I can say with fair certainty that I'm lucky enough not to do anything stupid when nobody's even firing on me now, so at least SOME of this will go my way. However...funny part! IC>>>>> So, he heard the Sergeant talking...but only after he stopped firing at bastards that were no longer there. There was a lull in the battle as they began to approach the hot zone. Yes, that hot zone. Kevin's reply went thusly... "First rule of sniper school: Worry about the fucking ground troops! But...eh...*Sigh*...alright." This meant he had to actually get into the tank's weapon control spot. The tank was rolling, so he had to be careful when moving around. So, after reloading the John's BFG, Kevin carefully picked up his rifle and began to move with care, leaning towards the back of the vehicle so that a trip would lead him to fall onto it, not in front of it. Paranoia's a fun thing, ain't it. So, he got into that spot with, ya know, some effort, and uhh...now the fun begins. "How the hell do I work this damn thing? Wait..." He activated his HUD computer and called up whatever available help he could get. Welcome to the Planet High Easy-Easy Reference System. How may I serve you? "Look up Scorpion Tank weapon control manual." Checking..... File not found. "Aw, c'mon! Re-check the index." Sorry, combat manuals not downloaded. "Dammit..." There was only one way to tell for sure: Press buttons! No, actually he looked for labels first and tried to figure out when control aimed the turret and such. Picture the external of a tank doing some funny things, therefore, while Kevin figured this out. "Okay, I think I got this so long as I think of it as a biiig sniper gun. Otherwise, combat could get very 'interesting'* real soon." There was a pause in thought from Kevin, then he said... "By the way, since I'm not trained on this thing, it's your fault if we hit the wrong guys." *TRANSLATION: "Oh god, oh god, we're going to die!" |
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 30 2009, 08:09 AM Post #110 |
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"By the way, since I'm not trained on this thing, it's your fault if we hit the wrong guys. "just dont aim it at anything that looks unsc-related, and you'll be fine. as soon as you're setteled, tell me and hold on. things are going to be bumpy around here real soon." as soon as john hears durandal's response, he charges full speed at the lz, hoping to get under the cover of additional friendly forces. stuff in the way? no problem. he's in a tank. anything gets i n the way, it gets run over or shunted to the side. hopefully no unsc ground troops would get in the way, it would suck to have to run them over. |
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| MikeV37 | Mar 30 2009, 06:06 PM Post #111 |
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[OOC] Sorry for the no update, I was kinda busy, and Rin is nowhere to be found... Oh wait.. More than half of you didn't post. Forget what I said. [IC] Battleground near the SMAC gun. The ground was on fire yet again. Just as the bugs brought fire, the covenant’s plasma singed the ground. Projectiles filled the air. A god portion of the marines was inside the complex, but more were held up outside. The airspace was being ceded yet again to the covenant, as the Skyhawks were outnumbered and the Longswords yet to show up. The air inside John’s tank was hot and heavy. Electronics buzzed all around the two soldiers trying to get it through the battle zone. A banshee circled around the scorpion tank. Like a fly. Or a wasp. A asp buzzing around a tarantula. The tank met no resistance so far, easily crushing the bodies and metal underneath their treads. Durandal was trying to get the banshee inside his aiming reticule, but it kept whizzing away at the last second. Suddenly the banshee disappeared from view. The reticule glowed green, and blinded the sniper. He involuntarily pulled the trigger and shot at where the banshee was. But the banshee wasn’t there anymore. The shot flew straight from the cannon. It should’ve met the banshee, but the banshee dived and released its own ammo toward the tank. The shot instead hit the SMAC tower, denting it slightly. The green superheated gas erupted into flames on the tanks treads. The crew luckily survived, but the tread was fried. This tank wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The tread was still burning, and threatened to reach the fuel tanks. The Scorpion was about halfway to the Super MAC. Nearby, Karras was locked in struggle with 7 elites. He eliminated those that were dizzy, but the rest kept him pinned. The fire slowly consumed his cover. The SparrowHawks hadn’t arrived. Worse yet, the Phantom was now harassing his marines. 2 warthogs drove by the immobilized tank. First a Troop transport one, filled to the brim with 7 marines, then one armed with the 102mm. They were tailed by a phantom. It seemed to entertain itself by picking at the warthogs. It was getting lower and lower to take its shots. It was careless. A plasma shot took out the front warthog’s back wheel. The warthog cringed and fell to one side. The marines jumped, or rather fell, out of the jeep next to the tank. They took cover in the debris, dragging those who couldn’t move. The 2nd ‘hog swerved to the left, barely glancing its brother, and kept moving. The Phantom was now so close to the ground its engines ripped the dust off the ground. Suddenly the jeep made a U-turn and stopped. As the Covenant gunship kept moving, 3 rockets ripped at its belly. The engines overloaded and blew out. The warthog did not stop, however. It kept driving. Jumping off a piece of debris, it soared through the air. An elite turned his head. His brain did not work fast enough to comprehend what was going on. He was not told how to deal with flying warthogs, all the occupants of which were screaming at the top of their lungs. “Taw?” This was his only response before his head was crushed by the flying jeep. The marines landed opposite to their sergeant, leaving the confused elites in the middle. Ricardo Escher aimed his rocket pods at the remaining elites. It did not reload yet, but the covies didn’t know. “SIR, YES THEY SHALL, SIR!” The elites would soon regain their composure. No covenant surrendered to humans. The human commander, Cpt. Slavardek was out cold. On his hand, a small light flashed. Someone had requested an airstrike. Others had reported their orders complete. Still others needed assistance. He was unable to assist. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 30 2009, 06:34 PM Post #112 |
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"Nice shot marines! Catch 'em in the crossfire boys!" roared Karras as he moved from cover, fired a round of buckshot into the elites, and ran to cover behind another drop pod. He continued this process of shoot 'n' scoot until he had reached his marines, taking care to not get himself shot. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Mar 30 2009, 06:37 PM Post #113 |
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john jumps out of the tank, frees THE END, and starts screaming at the top of his lungs: "you BASTARDS! shoot shaira, will you? well, eat this!" he runs toward the smac enclosure, shooting at any covenant that show up, but also attempting to conserve his ammunition. he was hoping to only use another clip, at most. |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 31 2009, 04:04 PM Post #114 |
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A JOTUN Model Five cruised in the distance, its engine barely rising above the rustle of the wheat swaying in the breeze. The hot sun of Elipson Indi beating down on the farm, a faint call from the house "Eric! Dinner!"... His eyes opened slightly. Everything was blurry. After a moment, everything became a little clearer; a turned-over Warthog burning, with a marine half under it. Where was the fields...? A dull ringing was audible, though its source wasn't clear. Drunkenly, Eric rolled onto his back. A sharp pain in his side told him to not repeat the action. There was no sky. There was Banshees, and then Big Purple Ship. Sermo blinked away the blur that threatened his vision. Then, everything hit. Including the sound. Screaming marines, the howl of the swooping Banshees, explosions, and other sounds the Rifleman didn't want to think about. Planet High was fucked over. Sermo sat up, ignoring the pain in his side. To his left was the MAC gun, the only real cover for miles. To his right, a landing Phantom. Maybe getting up wasn't such a good idea. Without a second thought, he bolted for the MAC station. It was still a ways off, but running was the fastest. Still disoriented, Sermo pounded on his helmet, trying to get the damaged radio to work. "H-hello? Anyone from 85th still alive? If so, where the hell are all you guys?" {If it wasn't for the seperate team radios, everyone on the planet would know there's a little marine about ready to shit his pants, named Eric Sermo...} Edited by Rin Seiko, Mar 31 2009, 04:35 PM.
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| Themistocles | Mar 31 2009, 09:08 PM Post #115 |
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"You need to kill them, you know..." The voice came from deep within Slavardek's mind, rising from the bubbling froth of his own mind; the calm pool had been disrupted, and the foam was rising. He could see distant faces, pale and featureless, speaking. He recognized the faces, but only in the recesses of his mind, far in the back corners of his brain. Who were they, and why were they speaking to him while he was alone in this... Where was he? "They want you dead. You could have been their ally, but your own kind took the chance away. Now they want you dead, dead by the iron claws of their monstrous machines." It was a chorus now, unbearable, wracking at his mind and soul, threatening to tear apart his skull. The voices filled his conscious and unconscious mind, forever monotonously pressing on. "You will die you will die you will die you will die you will die you will die...." And then Slavardek's eyes snapped open, his jaw opening wide as he screamed, "I WILL NOT DIE!" He almost leaped up, and when he did he felt an immense pain in his side; he quickly clenched his teeth, but soon realized that a gash a long his jawbone made this just as painful. After falling to his knees under the weight of the pain, he slowly got up again, clutching his side. He would surely move awkwardly for the rest of the battle, even if a medic did come to assist him--and it was unlikely that any medic would come, regardless. His eyes were busy examining the blood drying on his uniform's sleeve, wondering what exactly--he had to jog his memory if he wanted to remember--had caused it to appear there, when he saw the flashing light. Someone was signaling him. Standing awkwardly, he looked it over. It was probably one of his men, asking for access to one of his airstrikes. Well, he had already decided; two for Karras, two for Shaftpern, two for himself. They were free to hand them out to their subordinates if they so desired. He knew he had to answer the call before he could proceed to the SMAC--and to safety, hopefully with a medic--so he pressed the receiver button. "Slavardek here. What do you need?" |
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| FalloutJack | Apr 2 2009, 01:20 PM Post #116 |
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Awesome to the Badass to the Chaotic Mastermind.
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Ah, crap inna hat, why the hell wouldn't this damn thing stay fucking still. Shoulda' let HIM drive instead of making him fire the big fucking gun with the wily goddamn fucking evil bastard flying around. And the next thing Kevin knew, the world was there was a flash, he'd fired, and WOW did his eyes need an adjustment. Well, it only took a second but...oh shit. They'd been hit! The tank had just ground to a halt and the Sarge was getting his ass out of there. There were Warthogs out there in a clusterfuck, and he wasn't sticking around for the kaboom. "Asses and elbows! I'm outta' here!" And a JUMP from the tank with his rifle in hand, actually following the Sarge for the moment because Sarge equals cover fire and he was gonna conserve ammo 'cept where something big and nasty gains the ire of a sniper round, or some small-fry that Johnny-boy misses gets the attention of his submachine gun. Shit like that. Because- "H-hello? Anyone from 85th still alive? If so, where the hell are all you guys?" "That depends. Am I still part of the 85th, or did Captain Spalding already chuck me out like an unwanted kitten?" Kevin's defense mechanism for fear was sarcasm. Lots of sarcasm. He was gonna need it since he was running a bit out in the open here towards a fortified wossname. OOC: Mike, I'm not gonna be available for the weekend, as in NO CHANCE of posting. Please no penalties for that. Edited by FalloutJack, Apr 2 2009, 01:35 PM.
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| J0hn185 | Apr 2 2009, 03:03 PM Post #117 |
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Mr.Thunder
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Darkness... I thought I was dead. He opened his eyes and saw that most of the hell jumpers made it through. That was good. But how was the battle in the space? If they loose the planet will fall, most likely. “You’re up! Sorry man, we did the best we could, but our medic, Max, he…” After looking at his wound he knew he should get a doctor. it might get infected. “Anyway, here. This should make you feel a bit better.” He was given a little water, that would do good. He drank most of it but he stored some. Thanks. Sorry about Max. Hell jumpers know the risk, Unfortunately, it was his time. He got up and prepared. He would still withstand the weight of the armor, and with a little pain, he walked to the LT. Orders, sir? |
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| evilidiot | Apr 2 2009, 07:09 PM Post #118 |
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syn satin does nothing unless it is necessary to defend himself if the tank that syn is riding on is in danger of boom then he gets off if there are covie weapons he replaces them with assault rife for ammo unless it requires being unsafe or leaving the tank |
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 3 2009, 08:45 PM Post #119 |
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john realizes that there are other unsc soldiers around, and turns around to see if any of them need help with covies. damn covenant. NOBODY shot his tank. especially not while he was in it. and even more especially not the covenant. he looks around searching for a tank within getting on range. if there is, he jumps on. if not, then he goes to the group of unsc soldiers in the biggest danger. today, he was going to make the covenant hate him. noone ever messed with his tank. time to go the covenant!
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| MikeV37 | Apr 7 2009, 08:09 PM Post #120 |
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>>>Battleground near the SMAC gun. The tank rolled onto a burning plain. It’s treads cruised through the spilled blood and the ashen dirt. It was a fighting vehicle, the best of the UNSC. It could easily take on anything the covenant could throw at it. It was not expecting to be destroyed. At least not by the following events. A wing of SparrowHawks flew in from the distance. Normal. They were going to their objective. They opened up their gun hatches. Also OK. Enemies were all around. They release the missiles onto the ground… where the tank was standing. “WHAT THE FUUUCK!?!” The marines flew out of the tank they were sitting on and fell on the ground. They hit the ground hard. The driver and gunner were lost. Jack and Robert were also toast. Dasie was riddled with bullets. She still breathed, but she wouldn’t make it, and she knew it. She reached out to the marine next to her, Syn Satin. He was on the ground as well, but seemed untouched by the bullets. Dasie whispered something to the private, but he was unable to figure out what she said. Her hand touched his. A hole in the lung made it hard to breathe. She gave him something. IT was a necklace she was spinning in her fingers previously. A chain with a ruby on it. The stone was encased in a silver ring. Or at least it could’ve been a stone. In this age, it could’ve been plastic for all he knew. There was a small hologram behind it. It was blurred, probably broken. Behind a hill of rubble, Karras saw a group of SparrowHawks fly by, shoot, and an explosion. An icon on his HUD display showed that the airstrike was carried out successfully and one of the two groups of Hawks were now going back to Omega to refuel and rearm. So how did this come about? Let’s rewind. So, about seventeen minutes ago, Karras lit up a phantom, and requested an airstrike. That’s all good. However, seventeen minutes ago, the captain was knocked out, and could not respond. Fifteen minutes ago, Karras’ marines knocked out said phantom. Ten minutes ago, Syn’s tank drove onto the battlefield Eight minutes ago, Slavardek woke up, and allowed the airstrike. Eight minutes ago, the SparrowHawks received their orders and flew out to attack the indicated point. One minute ago, the tank was passing through where the phantom crashed before… And the rest is history. But back to Karras’ current situation. The elites adapted to the new situation and opened fire, however, they were unable to withstand the crossfire between the sergeant and the marines. Only one elite remained, pinned behind his drop pod. But the rockets had rearmed. The missile flew out and sent the drop pod’s shreds flying. The elite was impaled by his own entrance vehicle’s pieces. He was no longer pinned by the marines… he was pinned to the nearby hill. The white number one glistened off of the marine’s armor. Ricardo Cheered. The 9 remaining soldiers cheered as well. Karras’ unit had 30 soldiers, and 24 of them were still functional. The battle scattered them around the field. John was atop another hill, this one made of a broken down scorpion and a warthog plied into it. A banshee corpse sat defiantly on top of it. Dead bodies covered the hill with their blood. On his way here, he shot down the banshee. More by luck then skill, a bullet ingrained itself into the pilot’s skull and sent his craft to the ground. The blue flames of the hill concealed John. As he climbed atop it, intent on seeing covenant, he saw a tank getting hit by UNSC missiles. Multiple covenant grunts were converging on it, trailed by Jackals. He also saw a scorpion with its cannon ripped off. There was a group of ten-twenty marines using it for cover, under fire by the Covenant. Elites and grunts were nearby, nearly fifty of each, with a Specters driving up to unload more Elites and provide fire support. Rin was wobbling about when he was yanked off the ground. Dangling 2 feet off the ground he saw an elite raise his sword to cut Rin down, but the elite’s head exploded into purple blood, which now covered the marine. A trail of white flowed where the elite just stood. A warthog drove up to Rin. His superior, Ellen, was in it, her rifle still billowing smoke. “Get in.” She radioed Slavardek. “85th Unit 02 is ready for new orders” The commander was quiet almost since the battle began, but she continued reporting in. Ellen managed to regroup with her squad and was driving back the aliens. The captain was currently listening to another message. They were distress calls. “This is Cpl. Drago of the 85th, unit 06! We’re pinned down! There must be nearly a hundred of those devils here! Our sergeant’s been hit! We’ve got marines from Unit 01 as well! We’ve taken cover near a tank, but the tank’s toast!” “Unit 08 is toast! We’ve got phantoms up the ass, sir! They’re deploying wraiths!” “05 is down, 05 is down! I’m the only one left, captain, Oh no, no NOOOOOO!!” The radio went silent. The mountain “John? You take Peter and scout out the nearby area. I’ll get Gerry on the radio. With luck, we’ll get EVAC soon.” The Lt. inspected his men. He then switched his gaze over to the smoke. “Head southeast. Jaw will go northwest. Meet up and head towards the top of the mountain. I need you to tell me what’s happening over there.” He waved towards the other side of the mountain, where the battle was raging. The Lieutenant expected the best of his men, no matter his condition. Especially when the rest of his men were beat up as well. |
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"Huh...? You mean I just stay right here?"







by the Covenant. 
"Listen, fella, now ain't exactly the time to see if anyone needs ta' carpool!"
Hang on. He's a Sarge.
Command chain! D'oh!
"YOU LIKE THIS? HERE, HAVE SOME MORE!"
"Oh shit."

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