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| Halo: Tears of High; High Conflict | |
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| mckinnon94 | Apr 9 2009, 04:44 PM Post #121 |
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Set up moderately far back from the battle going on, Foley had been there for a good few hours and had not fired a shot. All combat going on down below was strictly close combat and with the wreckages of covenant airships causing a smoke he couldn't be sure of whom he would be shooting. Watching as UNSC forces prevailed in this fight he remained in his spot for good few more minutes observing the casualties...At least 6 of his fellow squadmates had been violently injured. Satisfied that the covenant forces had been kept at bay, Foley packed up his gear, slinged his sniper around his shoulder and advanced up beside the rest of his squad announced sarcastically "Well I felt incredibly helpful throughout that onslaught of those bitch asses." |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 10 2009, 07:07 PM Post #122 |
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Karras looked around and popped into his radio. "Captain, this is Karras with Unit 01. We are primed and ready to go. What are your orders, sir?" he spoke as he took a look at the situation. The spectres took priority though, as they were still ferrying troops from the cruiser to the battlezone. Karras lit his target painter one last time, focusing on where the spectres were dropping their soldiers off. He timed it so that the sparrow hawks would hit with maximum covenant casualties. "Unless we get further orders, we're headed for the MAC station. I'll probably be easier to hold them off while we're inside. Until then, keep your eyes downrange and fingers on your triggers."
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| evilidiot | Apr 10 2009, 08:33 PM Post #123 |
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syn follows his orders... |
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| Themistocles | Apr 11 2009, 12:03 PM Post #124 |
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“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!” Slavardek answered quickly. His head was still swimming, but he was determined not to let that be an obstacle. "Drago, stay calm. What is your situation in terms of weapons and--" Seeming not to hear him, Drago continued to shout. “Unit 08 is toast! We’ve got phantoms up the ass, sir! They’re deploying wraiths!” The Captain did not answer. His mental gears were in motion, but they were not moving fluidly; he was still dizzy from the impact. In just another moment he would be able to think of something, a solution, a plausible reaction, and-- “05 is down, 05 is down! I’m the only one left, captain, Oh no, no NOOOOOO!!” For a few seconds he just stood there, eyes wide as he listened to the marine's final words. He knew the Covenant took no prisoners; Drago was dead. Something had finally fired whatever weapon would lead to his death. Slavardek's mind, stimulated by the unseen bloodshed, immediately reverted back to its old military mindset, the one fueled by instinct, tactics, and rage. “85th Unit 02 is ready for new orders!” That was Shaftpern. From his own experiences, that meant that Shaftpern and her unit were safe, or at least not currently under attack by hostiles. It was a relief that the remainder of his officers were safe, for now. "Alright, Sergeant, I want you to take your men and move forward toward the SMAC. When you get there, report the situation to me. Then I will decide whether to send additional soldiers to attack the SMAC." |
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| mckinnon94 | Apr 11 2009, 04:46 PM Post #125 |
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Standing at a distance as his Unit Leader gave new orders, Mick stood where he was eyeing the Spectres as they dropped off even more covenant troops."Unless we get further orders, we're headed for the MAC station. I'll probably be easier to hold them off while we're inside. Until then, keep your eyes downrange and fingers on your triggers" With these new orders Foley did as he was accustomed to, he ran on ahead and found the highest point he possibly could. He went to his knees, crouching there with his sniper resting at his shoulder looking down the scope for any hostiles that could cause a threat. From his vantage point he could see at least a dozen covenant soldiers. Grunts and Elites patrolling the area their eyes wary for UNSC marines to pick off. He could have easily popped a few of them in the head, but instead he waited. Radioing in the position of the troops and their numbers to his unit's leader. Sgt. Karras Tolben. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 11 2009, 09:27 PM Post #126 |
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john looks around. oh look, a WHOLE FUCKING SHITLOAD OF BITCHES who shot up shaira. well, looks like it's party time here again. "MOW THEM DOWN LIKE THE WEEDS THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!" he screams at the top of his lungs, and opens fire. again. muttering to himself, he adds "looks like it's up to me to stop the swarm, cause no-one else is! suppose it's all the more fun for me!ooc-- just be be specific, he's attacking the 50 elites and 50 grunts. then he's going on to the marines with jackals and grunts after him. also, is the banshee flyable? or is the scorpion semifunctional (big cannon work?) or the warthog? what kind of warthog is it? Edited by crazypyromaniac, Apr 12 2009, 12:16 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Apr 12 2009, 12:46 PM Post #127 |
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OOC the banshee is flyable, but its highly unlikely you'll succeed in piloting it. The scorpion you left can shoot, for now. As soon as the fire enters the fuel or ammo compartments, the tank goes boom. The tank the marines are hiding behind can move, but it's cannon is ripped off and the driver would be exposed. Both the tanks and warthog you are standing on are inoperable. I'll post the update later today, if I get my computer to work (currently typing from the parents pc) |
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 12 2009, 01:35 PM Post #128 |
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John checks the banshee over. Hmm, looks okay. I don't really know how to fly this thing, so i now have two choices. I can either try to learn how to use this thing on the fly, right now, or I can try to defend it from capture to study later with a little more time and less urgent decisions. it's out in the open, but he has a little cover, and it's a BANSHEE. It's not like i can drag it anywhere. He checks out both the scorpion and the warthog. No, nothing there, it's all fucked 10 ways to hell. He looks out at the field, and regrets doing so. He sees Shaira, being slowly consumed by the fire, and there being nothing he can do about it. He looks over at the tank the marines are using for cover. Well, it has no cannon, but it can still be driven. he'd be exposed, but it's faster than walking, and even though HE can't drag a banshee, well, if he's driving a tank, then the TANK sure as hell can. Having decided on a course of action, he climbs down off his little hill of wreckage, and starts running towards the tank with no cannon but still driveable, mowing down any covenant in his path or harassing the marines near the tank. When he gets there, he rapidly bolts his m247 where the main cannon used to go, yells at them to "GET THE HELL ON!, and starts the return trip to the banshee once the marines get on. Once there, he has two of the marines hold the banshee behind his gun, using it as a third balance point. That done, he drives around, trying to pick up other people on the ground, cram them into the area on his tank (missing the main cannon= more space for people on top, and 2-3 people per tread instead of just one), then heads back to the SMAC enclosure.
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| evilidiot | Apr 12 2009, 06:36 PM Post #129 |
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syn fails to find his orders... |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 12 2009, 07:52 PM Post #130 |
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OOC did you even read my post? |
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| J0hn185 | Apr 12 2009, 08:16 PM Post #131 |
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John Received the orders from the Lt. and head straight there, watching every step he headed forth a small cover of trees near a cliff, from there he could see that the battle was raging below. "Sir, there seems that battle is going down there, I cannot figure out who is who and if they are holding up." John thought of the deep caves there where in the many sides of the mountain, they where good defensive positions, and they can be held with a few men, however, brining wounded here would be difficult. Best thing is to establish radio contact with any surviving ground forces, and initiate Skirmish parties to hold the covenant back while the wounded are retrieved to a safe place. "Sir, are there any snipers? we could work on teams of two and make a perimeter. Jaw, I need you to scout your side of the mountain and see if there's a safe way to go down, we'll be in trouble if we don't have a way out." |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 13 2009, 12:06 AM Post #132 |
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[IC] >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. The field was clear from Mick’s position. While the soldiers drowned in their own blood, he was above it all. He saw two paths. The higher one offered little cover, but was good for vehicles. Mick observed eleven elites patrolling that path, with multiple grunts in between their legs. The Lower path offered more cover for infantry, but vehicles could not get through. He saw five elites here, but more covenant could be hiding beyond his sight. Mick knew the enemies up top could jump down to the lower level if alerted, but the ones on the bottom would have trouble climbing upwards to the top path. The Upper elites were all blue, carrying plasma rifles and needlers. On the bottom though, one was dressed in red armor. A leader. He was armed with a longer rifle, with purple covering instead of blue. The sniper also saw a major mob of Covenant swarming a broken down tank nearby. A natural hill separated the Sergeant and his squad from the besieged marines. The Covenant were too consumed in the heat of battle to notice a lone sniper spying them. The sergeants Airstrike came down on them with a fury, sending elites and grunts alike flying. From the fire came a crazed marine, screaming at the top of his lungs and pouring hot lead into the mass of covies. He reported that to Karras. Durandal saw as the skies lit up with fire again. He walked to the hill following his former driver, but he halted when John alerted the horde of aliens. His bullets did nothing more than his screams as the shields of the elites covered them, and he didn’t aim, he sprayed the elites with bullets. The elites rotated their heads to look at what was pestering them. They were about to rotate their guns as well, but they were interrupted by fire from the sky. “Payload delivered on target.” The missile bays and cannons came out of their hatches. They unleashed hell upon the Covenant below. Two Specters were destroyed, and elites as well as grunts went flying through the air. More and more explosions hit the ground, scattering body parts of the surprised mass of aliens around the field. The airstrike devastated the tightly packed aliens, killing almost half. From the smoke came John running and sprouting more bullets and profanities. The shockwave of a nearby blast lifted him off the ground and sent him flying back onto it. He kept crawling until he got to the tank. He was clambering in to the tank when an elite finally regained his composure and fired a round into the marine’s exposed ass. It sent him flying to behind the tank and burned him severely. The driver was knocked out. The marines surrounding him were able to occupy the tank and open fire into the shaken elites, but there were still too much. One of the marines tried to get John into the driving canopy, but was shot. His melted and charred head fell to the ground… separate from his body. John would regain his conscience soon, but his plan was stopped for now. [OOC] Next turn you are conscious again, but it hurts to sit [IC] The Wind threw itself into Rin’s face as the warthogs drove off. They were going at a top speed, ignoring the covenant around them. His sergeant was focused on the goal her captain set her, and was ignoring the danger which surrounded her squad. The warthog in the back was shot with fuel rod cannon, the neon green blast ripping it to shreds, and melting the marines in it. Another smoldering wreck was added to the field. He saw three SparrowHawks fly by low to the ground. Banshees were sitting on their tail. They wouldn’t last long. Syn was shocked in the field. Trying to console himself, he wanted to focus on something, something he had to do, but there were no clear orders before him. And the covenant were coming. - Vanoue Daltas’ee The armored phantom had descended onto the planet. Daltas’ee observed the battlefield. The human aircraft annoyed him, but it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. The 2nd wave of phantoms was ready to descend onto the battlefield, carrying fresh troops. The Wraith artillery was deployed to the left flank of the battlefield. The humans were being whittled down, but he was ready to come down on them with a fury. Suddenly, the armor on his wrists lit up cyan. A message. “Speak, brother.” “It’s the artifact! It’s moving, honored one!” Vanoue raised a tensed eyebrow. The artifact might have responded to the covenant ships entering its airspace. This was rare, but it happened. After all, the Covenant ships were built off of the same technology as the forerunners. The commander relaxed. This was okay. He could marvel at it later, when the maggots were exterminated. “The activity is occurring at height 16! It’s the same mountain the vermin escaped to from space!” Now this was bad. The vermin had a real chance of desecrating the relic. “This cannot be allowed.” He whispered under his breath. “Split wave two! Have phantoms Ty-54 through Io-23 proceeds to the elevation! The rest continue as planned.” Hunters, Grunts, Spec Ops, Wraiths, and Specters. Phantoms upon phantoms of elites trained from birth to be warriors and armed to the teeth. He would have to hasten his expedition to the relic. The troops will take care of the situation themselves. >>The mountain John found several things. On his way to the other side he spotted three bumblebee escape pods. One had ten surviving marines, another twelve. The last one was filled only with corpses. ODST’s were now extracting the marines and salvaging any ammo and provisions they could. He finally got to the other side and took out his binoculars. He saw explosions, lots of smoke, but it was too far to make out any figures. He reported to Boris. - Lt. Boris Nikolayevich “Negative. Snipers would be ineffective at this range. We’ll radio for evac and then…” The ground shook. It wasn’t just a little shake either; the earth stood up and threw its occupants off. For a split second, John was floating in the air, then he fell back down. The Lieutenant stood back up. “Any idea what the HELL just happened?” John didn’t know. All he knew was that he saw a fleet of purple drop ships dispatch towards the mountain. They were far away, but they were moving fast. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 13 2009, 05:32 PM Post #133 |
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ooc-- oopsie. that was very stupid of me. i can probably still drive standing up though...ic-- the cool blackness, it was such a relief from everything happening out there. is this what it's like to die? he wonders. he hopes he didn't get anyone killed for his stupidity. would have been much better to clear them out then charge in, he reflects. oh well, i'm just so tired i'm going to die, or whatever happens to me now. he gives up his struggle and lets the darkness take him. Edited by crazypyromaniac, Apr 13 2009, 06:07 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Apr 14 2009, 11:24 PM Post #134 |
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Jaw, cautiously, made his way northwest. However, it didn't look good though. If they were to retreat, they would have to slide down a cliff. O.O.C: Sorry for the short and uneventful post -_- Edited by Jaw096, Apr 14 2009, 11:24 PM.
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| evilidiot | Apr 17 2009, 08:54 PM Post #135 |
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syn finds the nearest marines he can find and joins them in battle |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 18 2009, 09:04 PM Post #136 |
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[IC] >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. Syn stood up and ran to the other marines, delusional of the aliens that surrounded him. He made a few strides across the ground. But he did not make it far. From Mick’s location atop the hill, he saw one of the marines next to a destroyed tank stand up and run, only to get impaled on literally dozens of purple needles. They tore at him, leaving searing holes. He was pushed back by the force of the blast, not letting him go more than a few steps. A lot of the needles had remained in the marine’s body as he dropped to the ground. The sniper knew what would happen next. Syn felt warm blood fill his lower lip. He opened his jaw a bit, letting the liquid spill out of his mouth. He didn’t feel pain.. He only felt tired. It would be such a chore to lift his fingers… He didn’t. It was such a chore to keep his eyes opened… He let them fall down. It’s so tiresome to beat the heart… It stopped. The sniper watched as the needles in the marine’s body took on a purple glow before they exploded into bits. The force of the explosion was as though a grenade went off. There might’ve been bits of the marine scattered around the field he was in, but Mick couldn’t pick them out. He did spot a group of jackals and grunts which had exposed themselves to shoot the marine. // [E34] Pvt. Syn Satin—KIA Planet High Area 14 1x medal of valor -Survived significant amounts of god trying to kill him with dumb luck \\ His perching spot also allowed him to view another UNSC tank get swarmed by the covies. There was around fifty or sixty of them left, and the eight marines left at the tank were no match for them. They were swallowed under a hail of plasma. The crazy guy seemed to get shot as well, and fell behind the tank. He was most likely dead. [OOC] He is not dead. The covenant think he is, so they left him alone From the sky, more reinforcements were coming down. The 2nd wave of the covenant was here. >>The mountain The phantoms were moving fast, almost impossibly fast, but even at their speed, it would take a while to cross the distance between them and the drop pods. Jaw found another bumblebee escape pod. This one carried ammo, and more importantly, a long range radio. He also found 3 drop pods. He was now trailed by 2 ODST and a sole surviving marine from the escape pod. - Lt. Boris Nikolayevich Something weird was showing up on Boris’ sensors. “John, I’m reading a spike of energy nearby. Just a few clicks ahead and up. Take Peter, Kolei and Vogel and investigate.” “Jaw, see if you can find some way to contact command. I’ll send Mariela up to you. Our short range radios will be blocked soon but if you find the proper equipm…//[{}]{*****” The radio went dead. Covenant were blocking communications. Edited by MikeV37, Apr 18 2009, 09:06 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 18 2009, 09:56 PM Post #137 |
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Karras patched himself into the tactical radios of his marines. "Okay, I want snipers to blast the skulls out of those damn elites on the upper ridge. If anyone appears to be giving orders, blow their brains out," he barked as he surveyed the situation. "Pick your targets and fire when ready. Afterwards, relocate or join up with us. We're going for those marines. Move out and keep your eyes peeled," Karras continued to scan the surroundings. That's when he saw the second wave. "And the day was going so nicely too..." thought the sergeant as he hopped into the side seat of a warthog and reloaded his shotgun. He was probably going to send one squad through the low path, while he and the vehicles would take the high road. |
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| J0hn185 | Apr 19 2009, 07:23 PM Post #138 |
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“John, I’m reading a spike of energy nearby. Just a few clicks ahead and up. Take Peter, Kolei and Vogel and investigat"e.” "Peter, Kolei, Vogel, With me. Vogel, you are on point" what could it be? if we could detect it it should be an old radio station or something, we'll see. But we'll investigate on gunpoint, no way I'm letting my guard down with the covenant invading the planet. Edited by J0hn185, Apr 19 2009, 07:24 PM.
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| evilidiot | Apr 19 2009, 07:52 PM Post #139 |
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ooc oh boy im dead ic syn does what a dead corpse does... Edited by evilidiot, Apr 19 2009, 07:53 PM.
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 19 2009, 08:10 PM Post #140 |
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Am I concious yet? |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 19 2009, 08:28 PM Post #141 |
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[OOC] syn needs to make new char. you're conscious. |
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 20 2009, 05:13 AM Post #142 |
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Where is my gun? Oh yeah, i left it on the tank. Let's see if I can't get it and kill some damned covenant. Screw the banshee, i can get it later; let's get these marines to the SMAC asap. Carefully he gathered his legs under him, then stood up and vaulted, once again, into the drivers seat, and then quickly crouched in the foot well, to make himself less of a target, yelling as he did so "FREE RIDE TO THE SMAC IF YOU WANT IT!"he waited about 10 seconds, then started driving off, listening for screams of "WAIT!" ooc-- I just love this: Survived significant amounts of god trying to kill him with dumb luck. Edited by crazypyromaniac, Apr 20 2009, 05:19 AM.
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| evilidiot | Apr 21 2009, 04:47 PM Post #143 |
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syn, promoted to a dead body starts to rot |
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| GettingCloserToNowhere | Apr 21 2009, 08:06 PM Post #144 |
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Aisha sat quietly in the most comfortable spot the escape pod that she and a few other Marines from Whispers At Dawn had managed to nab. Apperantly, it had also been the safest. Glancing around she found several other soldiers laying on the ground in positions so unnatural, that she didn't even have to bother checking for signs of life. Standing up, a little bit shaky from the impact, she found a nice seat near a radio. Aisha had no Idea what it was for, only that none of the others would let her touch it. Now that they were dead, she turned it onto a nice station and sat for a while listening to heavy metal. She would have gotten out and surveyed her surroundings like any sensible person would, the only problem being that she had no clue how to get out. |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 21 2009, 10:47 PM Post #145 |
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[IC] >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. -Mick’s perching spot The marines down at the base of the hill were regrouping according to the sergeant’s orders. The snipers took on high land far enough away from Mick and the enemy. Their scopes glistened in the sunlight, but it was impossible to pick them out on the background of rubble. They were poised to strike “Foley, we are in position. Give the order,” - Ricardo Escher The marines were running about. They had 2 warthogs now, and roughly twenty marines. A squad of ten formed up at the bottom entrance, and several more were getting in the warthogs. They were suddenly and rudely interrupted. Two phantoms swooped down from the clouds of smoke, showering the marines with plasma. No one was hurt, but the blasting allowed for the drop to proceed unmolested. On one side, dividing the two squads, were 4 elites and 8 grunts, getting ready for combat. Behind Ricardo, 6 elites deployed, and two hunters came into the fray. They were encircled by the hills and enemy forces. The snipers were trapped with the infantry. The sergeant, with the warthogs. The rockets were up and running. - John P. Brown, in a warthog with Ellen Shaftpern This woman is crazy. They were gunning it at top speed, through immense amounts of plasma and uneven terrain. There was a certain glistening in her eye, but Brown didn’t know if he liked it. Another warthog turned upside down when a hunter shot at it, but the convoy did not fire back, it kept rolling. Ellen herself was perched in the side seat of the lead warthog, by John’s side, spotting coordinates for another hawk run. Rin was in the back, laying out cold. It seemed the experience was too much for him. Blue plasma bombardment came down above their heads, but John swerved the steering wheel and was able to avoid becoming a well done meat. They were coming close to Unit 01, which was regrouping near the main road. At the rate they were going, they would smash straight through that position, friend or foe. Arburn Shellinger The Captain was separated from his units, each assigned to a different part of the 85th for transportation. He was driving a standard warthog, but the side seat was empty and the gunner had long since been dead. Arburn managed to get away from the battlefield to assess the situation, but it seemed the battlefield followed him. He drove up to a marine he recognized as part of the 85th. Although Shellinger did not know it, the marine’s name was Durandal. As he stopped next to the marine, two shadows descended from the sky and impacted the ground. The new objects were much larger than an elite pod. Suddenly a part of the shell extended outwards. Two feet came from the bottom and the whole thing stretched out to form a humanoid beast 9 feet in height. It was possible that this thing was actually much larger, yet just crouching down. One of its arms was covered in a metallic shield; the other was replaced by a canon. The shield was glowing ever so slightly from the force of the impact, but it soon subsided. The creatures shook their heads in turn, then faced the nearest humans. Arburn looked at the marine, then compared the size of the machine gun mounted to the warthog and the cannon mounted to the hunter. “Get the fuck in!” -The lone tank When the human awoke, he got inside his tank and screamed out for others to join him. It seemed that John was oblivious to the fact that the rest of those who were next to him only moments before were now burnt and charred on the ground. The tank itself took quite a beating, but by some strange force turned on. The covenant assumed Mathews dead as well, and were moving away, if not for his scream. While his shouts did not raise the dead, they did catch the attention of the sixty covenant around him, who turned around and opened fire on the stubborn vehicle driver. SMAC cannon base “Captain, we’re up to 50% now. SMAC operational T minus twenty minutes.” “Slavardek, the Longswords are deployed. We’ve got 3 wings in the air and heading to your position now. Use them as you wish.” Those were the good news Harrison got. His forces were being pushed back and systematically destroyed. To the east, the Covenant had deployed large numbers of vehicles. In the North, two plasma artillery wraith vehicles were relentlessly bombarding his positions. The shade turrets prevented an air raid on the station. His infantry to the South where they had come from was being tied down. And more Covenant were coming. He was at a severe disadvantage. Fortunately, he only had to hold out, not to win. And then, the commander was used to disadvantageous situations. >>The mountain The scouting party was crouched down, shuffling through the forest. They ran from cover to cover, spotting anything more dangerous than a squirrel. The undergrowth had grown thicker and the grass taller. It was getting harder to move around, but the forest gave them extra protection. It finally got so thick that each ODST could only see the one directly in front or behind him. John almost bumped into Mike when he motioned to stop. “Look at this…” The grass cut abruptly, and beyond it was a small clearing. A tree had been overturned by the shaking, and the ground itself split asunder. The fallen tree was caught in the branches of another tree. These trees were so close by that they covered the party from the prying eyes of the covenant ships. But Vogel was pointing to something different. Down at the bottom of the dug up and shuffled ground something glistened. Something metallic. -the escape pod The exit hatch of the claustrophobic pod blew off, and someone looked in. It was an ODST. Aeisha could tell from the black armor they wore, and the mask which covered their entire face. “Hey sergeant, look what I found!” [OOC] Jaw’s char, meet GCTN’s char. She’s the marine with the radio from last update. |
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| mckinnon94 | Apr 22 2009, 04:04 PM Post #146 |
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Following his orders, Foley set up camp where he could clearly see all covenant troops. Aiming at the Elites, waiting a few minutes before firing, seeking out the leader. Previous intel stated that the troops had a hierarchy system, which means the next one down takes command. Seeking through the elites he found one clear leader. An Elite encased in golden armor, scouting out the others he noticed 2 in red, and the rest in blue. Assuming the blues were standard units he left them till last. Firing a shot he got it straight through the head of the golden Elite, here they burst into a rabble running straight to cover. Watching the hills,the trees, the mountains. Looking for where he fired the shot from. Another sniper put a shot through one of the blue elites heads and Foley fired 3 shots in quick succession wiping out the 2 reds and the third bullet flying wide of it's target. |
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| evilidiot | Apr 22 2009, 09:41 PM Post #147 |
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the rotting corpse starts to exude unpleasant odors |
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| Jaw096 | Apr 22 2009, 10:19 PM Post #148 |
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“Hey sergeant, look what I found!” "Hmm, what is it?.... Is that music I hear?" Jaw asked as he walked over. He looked inside and saw the radio first, then the marine. "Good." Jaw looked at the ODST soldier, and told him to contact command. Jaw turned around, walked away, and looked around. Damn! I have a bad feeling about somethng. |
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| Themistocles | Apr 24 2009, 05:02 PM Post #149 |
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Slavardek gripped the steering wheel tightly. He was completely alone in the middle of this desolate warzone. In the distance he could see the bright blues, greens, and purples of the Covenant plasma weaponry. They were damaging his soldiers' vehicles, fighting off the human forces with astoundingly powerful offensive maneuvering. He was almost at the SMAC. When he got there, he would have full capability to wreak damage on the Covenant in orbit. Even if he was not allowed the privilege of manning or commanding the SMAC cannon himself, he would be credited with keeping it out of the Covenant's claws and tentacles and whatever the hell else they might have at the ends of their arms. He could see the wraiths now, see their bluish-purple armor plating glimmering in the light of High's sun. He knew they would be even more luminescent when they were burning... He did not want to waste his air strikes--he was left with only two for himself--but the situation was dire, and he needed to be able to protect his forces. Opening a radio connection to all his forces, he said, clenching the radio tightly in his fist, "Alright, this is it. This is where our objective lies, and this is where they've come to greet us. They expected to be welcome when they arrived here. Well, we'll give them a welcome party, the nicest one they've ever had; they'll enjoy it so much, they might not want to get up again when they fall. That's right, we're going to blow them off this fucking world. "Our assignment is to defend the SMAC, so that's what we're going to do. But the SMAC will be useless if no one's here to use it. This is no longer just the objective, it's our stronghold. We're going to stay here and defend ourselves, using the SMAC complex as our fortress. I need a defensive perimeter around the building; a solid wall of tanks, warthogs, the works, evenly spaced. A couple of mongooses here and there to distract Covenant infantry, staying in constant motion. Anyone who's not in a vehicle can head up to the SMAC building; the infantry will stay at the center of this little garrison, picking off targets from afar, with the vehicles out in front to protect them. I want all portable turrets to be deployed and manned. Move!" Slavardek then contacted the Longsword fighter pilots. "Stay higher up and circle the complex. If absolutely necessary, you have clearance to immediately attack any major threat posed by the Covenant; I trust you to make good decisions. But don't use the bigger weapons without my permission; I don't want any bombs dropping without my knowing. Slavardek out." He pulled up near the back of the SMAC complex, got out and quickly ran up the steps, SMG in hand. Running up to the concrete platform surrounding the SMAC building itself, he watched as the scene unfolded. He took hold of the sniper rifle strapped to his back and leveled it, ready to strike the enemy head-on. But first, he radioed Sergeant Karras for one last addition to his orders. "Karras, you've got two airstrikes at your disposal. Feel free to use them to end the lives of those miserable Covenant bastards. Soon they'll be begging for death... and we will provide what they wish for." |
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| GettingCloserToNowhere | Apr 25 2009, 12:30 PM Post #150 |
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Aisha couldn't hear a sound over the deafening blare of her music, but suddenly felt a preasence other than her own. Glancing up she saw the hatch of the pod opened and an ODST soldier looking down at her. He turned away and began speaking to another man. She took off her headphoned and got out of the pod. She blinked a few times to let her eyes adjust to the light, and then put her helmet on. She had no Idea where she was or where to go, so she just decided to stick with this group. Walking up to the ODST in a casual manner, she extended her hand. "hi.. um, I'm Aisha. Aisha D. Menellejo." she said akwardly. "I'm sort of new to the whole.... soldier thing..." she told him, unsure how else to phrase it. |
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| J0hn185 | Apr 25 2009, 04:45 PM Post #151 |
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John sees something metallic,It could be covenant, let's check it. "Vogel, go, we'll be right in your back." |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 25 2009, 11:14 PM Post #152 |
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"Rockets on the hunters, Chaingun on the grunts. Wipe these bastards out now!" barked Karras as he chucked a grenade into the midst of the elites between the two groups. He promptly fired two rounds of buckshot into the grunts and elites as well, in order to further damage their shielding so that the grenade would finish them off. "Mop these bastards off. We got some marines to save!" He noticed the rapidly approaching transponder of Sergeant Shaftpern. "Good to see you Shaftpern. Perhaps you could help us with some customers up here, they're in need of a supply of recently-fired bullets." |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 26 2009, 01:58 AM Post #153 |
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[IC] >> Region 14, Provisional area of Base Foxtrot. The marines had been assembling at the tower now. Unit 00 with the captain was already there, deploying defenses. Units 03 and 04 made it but had only half strength. Unit 08 reported with only 7 soldiers. Regrettably, Units 05 and 06 were completely wiped out. 01, 02, 07 and 09 had yet to show up. -Unit 01 Spotting the danger behind him, Mick spun around to bring his rifle to bear on the situation now developing. He spotted the leader and shot for the head. Unfortunately, having just spun around to face the leader, he missed his mark and only hit the chest, as opposed to the head wound he was going for. The shot should’ve been fatal. It was not. A burst of glowing energy emated from the creature’s armor as it was forced to back under the strength of the bullet. The other two shots were on the mark. Two red elites dropped their lifeless husks to the floor. The grunts began to scatter but a rallying cry from the elite in golden armor sent them back into battle. It looks like Foley was right – this was a leader. As soon as Foley pulled the trigger, the other snipers opened up. They shot at the road, as previously ordered. Four snipers – sixteen shots. Anything that jutted out on that road was now sufficiently dead. Karras and the marines covered the newly landed elites with grenades and bullets. They took out an elite and two grunts. The turret of the warthog filled two blue elites with lead. The golden elite leapt. In two large strides he made it to above the warthog. The driver drowned in his own blood as the elite’s sword plunged into his ribcage straight through his armor. Then the elite sliced the turret clean in half and opened up the gunner’s skull. The blood evaporated off his sword. The elite turned his head towards Karras. his red eyes blinked. In another leap it would be upon the human leader. -Yok The grunt dropped to the ground and covered his head when the grenades came. It seemed that saved him. Two of his former coworkers now resembled ground meat. He scampered up and leveled his Pistol to his eyes. The great leader was going for the car which sent lots of little deathspikes. Once the pistol was a nice shade of glowing green, the grunt released the bolt of plasma into the other vehicle. The front of the vehicle turned to molten slag, and the EMP took out its engines. It was still able to shoot, and it did so towards the two Legloko. The missiles hit them into the orange paste which connected the two halves, splitting both aliens at the waist. The top halves flew up in a brilliant explosion. The vermin which pulled the trigger gave a quick cheer, but was silenced by a grunt near the now dead pair. Six needles weren’t enough to explode, but they were enough to shut the human up. Especially when they pierced his head. - John P. Brown, in a warthog with Ellen Shaftpern The convoy spun around, shooting as they made their drive by. As they rushed, they killed four grunts. John felt a bump. They had just made pasta with one of the grunts in the way. An elite stood in the way. He did not dodge or open fire. On the contrary, he put away his gun and crouched. John picked up speed and crashed into him head on. The elite’s muscles tensed and blood came from his mouth, but he stopped the warthog. John kept the pedal to the ground. The elite was too concentrated to notice Ellen’s sniper rifle near his skull. She pressed the trigger and the jeep rejoined the convoy. Arburn Shellinger The marine did not respond. He stood there, staring blankly, as the hunters shook themselves awake and pointed their guns at him and the captain. Arburn put the pedal to the metal. If he didn’t want to live, that was his problem. He was not allowed to escape. A plasma shot tore up the turret and back two wheels of the warthog. The jeep flew through the air as superheated gas ate it up from the back. The front half slid past the hill… into a horde of covenant. The corporal named Durandal was lucky, in a manner of speaking. The shot hit the ground in front of him, sending him flying and covered in his own blood. He was still alive, but barely. The hunters, satisfied by this state of affairs, walked off to join the larger battle. -The lone tank The fire singed the tank, but not the driver, who sat on his burned ass and kept driving towards the SMAC. He made it all the way to the cannon, ignoring his surroundings. Miraculously, his tank didn’t fail him until the end, where the brakes failed. At full speed, the tank rammed into the side of the base, at which point the engine died. It’s driver was alive. [ooc]I wander if luck is contagious…. SMAC cannon base The captain reached the base. From here, he could observe the entire battlefield. 66 marines were at the cannon. 77 were still out in the battle. 00 Slavadrek 28/30 01 Karras 19/30 02 Ellen 18/30 03 Derrik [WIA] 15/30 04 Fergher 16/30 05 Sandy [KIA] 00/30 06 Jerbert [KIA] 00/30 07 Forlioe[KIA] 28/30 08 Jerry[WIA] 07/30 09 O'Fenner 12/30 More and more kept pulling up to the cannon. Around 10 tanks made it through, with 6 still fighting. 6 TT warthogs came and unloaded the marines. 5 chain gun equipped ones also arrived. Unit 02 pulled in, smashing through the aliens. That was 18 more people, and 3 warthogs. Unit 07 and 09 were pinned down to the right of Unit 01, North East of them. Wraiths wiped out resistance to the North of the Tower, and the covenant were advancing through the North just as the marines came from the south. >>The mountain A phantom screamed overhead John’s group. The covenant were here. They could not see John yet, but soon they would seep into the forest. Vogel approached the metallic surface, and rubbed some more dirt off it. “This isn’t human and it damn straight ain’t covenant.” The metal felt warm to the touch and had multiple lines crossing it at various angles. The ground split apart in a straight line. When Vogel touched the metal, a small section lit up, making him fall over backward. The light moved East along the line of torn up earth. At the same time on the other side of the mountain, Mariela arrived to join Jaw’s group. “Reporting for orders, sir!” |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 26 2009, 02:59 PM Post #154 |
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Karras and the zealot elite locked gazes for what appeared to be an eternity, both standing perfectly still. Karras moved first, holstering the shotgun to pull out his pistols, firing several rounds into the alien and shattering what was left of his energy shield. The elite jumped towards the master sergeant, trying to impale the filthy human with his energy sword, only to have Karras roll to the side at the last second, avoiding the glowing spear of energy. While he dodged, the sergeant holstered his pistols and drew his knife. Seizing the opportunity, Karras moved up behind Golden Boy, stabbing him three times in the armpit and causing him to drop his sword. Another two quick stabs to the waist kink in the armor severed the elite's spinal column, causing him to collapse like a wet rag. Karras finished Golden Boy off with several stabs to the back of the neck, letting out a loud Cherokee war whoop through the loudspeaker on his armor. The half-crazed sergeant sheathed his knife and pulled out both of his pistols again, giving both remaining grunts one shot to their face, splattering their brain matter every which way. After that had been dealt with, the master sergeant took the blood from Golden Boy and painted his face with it. After standing back up and retrieving his shotgun, he checked his ammo, "Alright soldiers, let's move. There's 40 marines in need of some saving. Our vehicles are down so it looks like we're walking. Foley, you've got command of the snipers. Make sure they relocate after their kills, and keep it at one shot one kill at the least. We're taking the low path." |
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| crazypyromaniac | Apr 26 2009, 08:27 PM Post #155 |
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John unlocks his gun, and runs towards the entrance of the smac enclosure. he kills any covenant in his way with his gun. he also kills covenant that might pose a threat, unless they are ignoring him.
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| Jaw096 | Apr 27 2009, 09:21 PM Post #156 |
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"I'm sort of new to the whole.... soldier thing..." "Oh don't worry, you will be fine....ugh maybe." Right after he said that he heard “Reporting for orders, sir!” Jaw instantly turned around to see who was talking. "Ahh, I take it you are Mariela, am I right? Anyway, our orders are to contact command with that radio, and to catch up with whatever group Lagonikos is in." Jaw noticed the ODST he told to contact command didn't do it yet. "Mariela, would you mind contacting command?" |
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| FalloutJack | Apr 30 2009, 06:05 PM Post #157 |
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There was a problem with heavy combat situations. Many people were shot and blown apart for doing the wrong thing, and that wrong thing could be any number of things. In the case of Kevin Durandal, he was adopting something of a pattern recognition as he noticed that alot of his comrades were being cut down and rather easily. This was a case in point when he was trying to keep rather still and hidden - not getting hit at all - while the guy that had attempted to give him a lift drove off and got blasted. Okay, so...Durandal got low and started moving around carefully, quickly, transmitting as he headed for the SMAC cannon facility. "So...hi. This is Durandal, not getting cut to pieces yet. Anyone in my group able to keep the crap off of my position? I don't wanna stick my ass out here TOO long. Might get it shot off." |
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| crazypyromaniac | May 1 2009, 01:51 PM Post #158 |
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ooc-- don't make me do something to you. john doesn't like people mocking him. it is strongly discouraged. by him. because men like their balls and tongues. |
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he screams at the top of his lungs, and opens fire. again. muttering to himself, he adds "looks like it's up to me to stop the swarm, cause no-one else is! suppose it's all the more fun for me!
that was very stupid of me. i can probably still drive standing up though...

7:13 PM Jul 10