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Post by Danny on May 18, 2009 20:28:25 GMT -5
Anau sat on a large arched tree root at the foot of a slowly flowing stream. The Gardens were quiet now, the Councilors have been taken to the surface of the ring to oversee it's activation. The number of Brutes that went with them seemed unnecessary, however the Flood has been released and the Human filth were still a threat.
He placed his foot in the stream and interupted it's flow, the loss of the Arbiter was still on his mind.
(OoC: So yeah, just say what your character is doing before it begins)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 18, 2009 20:49:12 GMT -5
Katar was one of the few Councilors who didn't see the Holy Ring be lit. He wished he went but he had to much work to do for his draft of the invasion of Earth ( Ooc doesn't get approved due to well obvious reasons). Like others he was taking in the loss of the Arbiter even if he was a heretic once. He hurried through the halls with papers in hand dropping some as he walked not noticeing the dropped papers.
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Post by Ares on May 18, 2009 21:24:48 GMT -5
Zaku 'Vudem stood by the open door of his Phantom, which flew lazily through the air on a regular sentry route. The pilot had fallen into a routine, and all was quiet. Rakka, a Grunt clad in green armor, hobbled up to the gold-armored Ship Master.
"Ship Master! File transfer from Councilor Katar- about some invasion of... Eeyarth?" the Unngoy squeaked at him.
The Zealot rolled his navy eyes. "Earth, not Eeyarth, Rakka. And I don't even want to check it. He's sent out three seperate drafts to all the Ship Masters, Field Masters, and Fleet Masters he can get his hands on. Delete it."
The little grunt dashed to the hologram generator, his stubby limbs carrying him at surprising speed. The holorecorded message flickered on, then fizzled into purple. The Grunt had become quite adept at deleting unwanted messages.
Zaku turned again to look out the Phantom door, and pulled off his helmet, drinking in the fresh air.
"Ship Master!" the little Grunt squeaked again. "We're coming up on the base. Entering the hangar in five minutes!"
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 18, 2009 23:03:14 GMT -5
Zarra wandered toward the training grounds. She looked down and examined her armor again. It had been damaged before the end of the first battle she had seen in it, as usual. The damage wasn't bad enough to ask for a replacement. Perhaps the slashes a bullet holes would intimidate the Minors enough that they would actually listen to her next time. Her entire squad was either dead or missing after her first mission as an officer, despite all her efforts to keep them together and alive. She had only gotten back from her most recent encounter with the Parasite a few hours ago. She should have been exhausted, she had been on the ride back, but ever since she had returned to the city she had felt tense, like she had never left the battle. Maybe she could convince someone to teach her some more swordplay, that would keep her distracted for a while. She decided on the path that went through the gardens. Some of the older Swordsmen liked to practice there sometimes. Though she was normally wary of all Swordsmen, she trusted them more than the younger upstarts that liked to show off on the training fields.
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Post by Danny on May 19, 2009 3:17:09 GMT -5
The water from the stream began to make the inside of his armour cold. He took his foot out of the water and shook it dry. With a thud he placed his foot back along side the other. After spending a few more seconds gazing into his reflection, he stood from the tree root and wandered back to the main path that went through the garden.
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Post by Ares on May 19, 2009 7:01:19 GMT -5
The Phantom glided into the city's hangars, and then settled down on Zaku's landing pad- being a Ship Master did have its benefits, after all. The gold-armored Zealot walked down the halls with the pilot and the grunt, and after a while, the pilot turned into the mess hall. The Zealot decided on going to the gardens- he needed solitude with nature, even if it was artificial. He opened a door, entering the large, main garden. The green-armored grunt, Rakka, dashed off on stubby little limbs to chase a fluttering glow-gnat.
Zaku walked into the garden, turning into a thinner section that led to a fork; he went left, to the fountains. The Ship Master strode into the quiet, but open, room. Seven miniature waterfalls dribbled into a large pond, covered with blue and purple lilies from Sangheilos. The Zealot kneeled next to the pool, and put his fingers into the water; they recieved an inquisitive nibble from a small white-and-purple fish, that swam away when Zaku moved his fingers.
The Sangheili reached up and removed his helmet, drinking in the fresh oxygen made continuosly by the plants. If the High Charity had anything beautiful, it was these gardens.
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 19, 2009 10:18:29 GMT -5
Zarra slowed her pace as she walked along the path, listening to the calls of small flying animals as they flitted between the trees. She looked up, as a few passed by overhead, and she collided with a darkly armored figure. Zarra quickly averted her eyes, in hopes that the other, higher ranked, Spec-ops Elite wouldn't recognise her later. "Pardon me, Sir," she said shyly. Keeping her eyes to the ground and trying to hurry away.
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Post by Danny on May 19, 2009 21:20:02 GMT -5
"It's not a problem," Anau replied, watching the Elite hurry away. He turned back to the direction he was walking and continued. The loud speakers suddenly began to fizzle and the Prophet of Truth began to speak. "Fear not, my brothers! The Sacred Icon is secure. It was Tartarus and his Brutes who took the Icon from the Flood, and for that they have our thanks." Anau stopped along his path and looked up at the speaker. "No mention of the Arbiter?" he asked himself. He groaned and continued walking. "The Elites have failed to protect the Prophets, and in doing so, have put all our lives at risk. Let no warrior forget his oath, 'Thou, in faith, shall keep us safe, whilst we find the Path.'" the Prophet continued. "What?" Anau spat, turning back to the speaker. The sound of an explosion suddenly echoed through the holy city. Anau looked around confused and hurried towards the exit. As he approached the door it suddenly opened and a pair of Brutes stood in the doorway. He paused momentarily and continued. He attempted to brush past them but one armed with a Brute Plasma rifle took him by the arm and threw him to the floor.
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Post by Ares on May 19, 2009 21:32:17 GMT -5
Zaku spun around at the end of the Prophet's holosermon. The sound of a Brute's grunt- and its pungent odor- alarmed him, and he yanked off the plasmaword he always carried. The second Brute, clad in shining blue armor, gave a grin that resembled a tooth-baring more than anything else, lifted a red-coated plasma rifle, and pointed it at the Zealot.
In that second, Zaku saw something... A body behind the Brute! It was the Ship Master's pilot, Ronq 'Vudemee! The burn mark on the armor of his kinsman and friend inflamed Zaku, because the dead Elite in the hall was his cousin.
But before he could do anything he heard a squeaky voice- "SUCK ON THIS, YOU TRAITORS!!!"
He saw Rakka, the green-armored Grunt, hefting a Needler! Where'd the little guy get that?! But before he could do anything, the Brute with the rifle aimed at Zaku fell to the ground with four pink crystals portruding from his body... Two in the torso, one in the heart, and one in the throat. What a stubborn little fellow.
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 19, 2009 22:41:07 GMT -5
Zarra reached the training area without running into anyone else. The whole area was remarkably quiet for the time of day, but then again it was an unusual day. She went to the armory to pick out a weapon to practice with, but when the door opened she found it already crowded with Brutes. They all had their backs to her, and were too busy talking and laughing to notice her. "Rude," she muttered, reaching for a carbine, "This is not a place to socialize." A Brute Minor heard her and turned, staring at her in surprise. "Oh!" he said, pointing at her, "There's another one!" Zarra was confused for a short moment, then noticed the Brutes were reaching for their weapons. She ducked back out though the door, just in time to avoid a barrage of fire, and ran back toward the gardens. She took cover near a tree to catch her breath and see if the Brutes had followed her. She had managed to hang on to the carbine, but it wasn't loaded. If the crazed Brutes did catch her, there wouldn't be much she could do to defend herself. The sound of Brute voices came nearer and she ran again, hoping to find something to arm herself with, or help.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 20, 2009 14:59:47 GMT -5
Two brute Captains walked into Katars private chamber. "who said you could come in" said Katar not looking up from his plans and tactical data. " The Hierarchs and your plans have been disapproved" said a Captain as he ripped up Katars newest draft. " they wish to see you in private" said the other captain. "fine fine" muttered Katar as he stood up from his gravity chair. The two brutes followed Katar out of the room. They lifted there brute shots but Katar was too quick for them and drew his sword. They opened fired and Katar jumped out of the way and sliced a captain in half with his sword and eyed the other one. Unforunatly Katar paused to long and had his headress shot off. Katar growled and charged the brute stabbing him with his sword. "by the Forerunner what is going on" thought Katar as he went into his room and grabbed the two needlers from there storage compartment just incase anymore funny bussines occured. He knew just where he would find his answers and that was at the main garden. As he exited the office he grabbed his dented helmet and continued on his way.
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Post by Danny on May 21, 2009 2:26:37 GMT -5
The first Brute fell and the second turned to meet the Grunt. Anau took up the first Brutes Plasma Rifle and fired several shots into its back. The Brute growled and fell to his knees. Anau stood up and walked in front of the Brute. The Brute suddenly began to laugh. "Your kind is weak and today, that will be proven," "I should save the Councilors their time and kill you now," Anau said, rising the Brutes weapon to it's head. "Go ahead!" the Brute barked. Anau tapped the trigger and put two shots into it's head.
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Post by Ares on May 21, 2009 5:21:00 GMT -5
The Zealot turned to face the Spec Ops Elite.
"You have amazing marksmanship," he remarked, quite impressed by Anau's lack of missing. "Tell me, why do you imagine that these... mongrels have turned on us?"
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 21, 2009 13:44:59 GMT -5
Zarra heard more weapons fire, and looked in the direction it had come from. A couple of Elites stood over some dead Brutes. So it wasn't just the group she had encountered. A few yards away from the Elites was a crate for weapons. She rushed past them to the crate and found it sealed shut. With a snarl she started pounding on the crate with the empty carbine, trying to force it open.
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Post by Ares on May 21, 2009 17:11:13 GMT -5
Zaku walked over to Zarra. "Here, I will do it," he said, igniting his plasma sword. He slashed it horizontally, smoothly taking off the top. He looked inside, and saw dozens of plasma grenades, plasma pistols, plasma rifles, carbines, fuel rod launchers and beam rifles.
"Take your pick," the Zealot grunted, hefting out a Fuel Rod Launcher and two plasma riles, loading the weapons to the max, and placing extra ammo for his weapons on his belt and the packs on his torso.
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