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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 27, 2009 17:45:26 GMT -5
(OoC: Sounds great!)
Mitch aimed at the main grav lift, keeping watch while the others followed him. Mitch felt a prescence at turned around, only to see a massive elite grab him by the neck and throw him into a nearby wall.
Pyrus turned around as a dark skinned human run at him, plamsa rifle ablazing. He caught the dark skinned soldier by the throught before then human could lay a punch on him. He then threw the soldier up and kicked him in mid air. Pyrus activated his energy sword, stomped on the first soldier he hit and held his energy stave millimetres above the humans neck.
Mitch didn't bother to budge. "Everyone, be calm, do not move." Mitch knew that he was royally screwed. "SILENCE!" said the elite as he stomped on Mitch again. "That elite just f**king speak english?" whispered David.
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Post by Ares on May 27, 2009 21:47:04 GMT -5
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper Daniel Anderson screamed. He was in his cell, pinned against the wall by two Brute Chieftains, and a Prophet floated in front of him on a Gravity throne, fingering a menacing-looking green instrument.
"Now, if you refuse to cooperate, we will have even more trouble.. Just make it easier on youreslf, and tell us what we want to know," the purple-robed San 'Shyuum murmured to the young man. The alien put the instrument on the arm of his floating chair. "Or... ah. This might be a better incentive."
The Prophet of Charity removed from his pocket a white gold ring with a dark blue sapphire and two smaller diamonds. "It would be most unfortunate if this was... accidentally lost."
"No!" Daniel yelled, gaping at the ring- it was the ring he was going to give to his fiancee when he returned to Earth. The Prophet must have found it in his uniform pocket. The alien sighed, and casually flicked the ring from his hand onto the metal floor.
"Come. This is going no further... And there are more urgent matters," the Prophet said, drifting from the cell. The two Brutes followed, picking up the huge hammers on their way out. Daniel stumbled onto the tiny cot, picking up his helmet, and the beautiful ring the alien had cast to the floor. He picked it up, stuffing it into his vest pocket. The receding figure of the Prophet and his cronies vanished past a door, and then, he cell door deactivated. His helmet flashed, "Good luck," on the HUD, and he placed it on his head. Dashing out without a second though, the ODST opened the armory closet he had seen the aliens always go to- and he found what he wanted. Several plasma grenades soon rested on his belt and vest, a carbine strapped onto his back, and he held two Needlers, and packed extra ammo for the weapons in his vest and belt. Always useful...
The ODST waited a minute, then opened the door. A few minutes of sneaking later, his HUD displayed.. other marines?! He started.. there were more! He silently ran into a large, empty chamber, and jumped onto the Grav Lift, flying upwards towards the locator beacons. He appeared several stories above, and saw a bizzare scene- an Elite in flashy armor with two melee weapons, pinning two marines against the wall and the floor, respectively. He held his Needlers up, but made no move to fire for fear that the Sangheili would execute the prisoners.
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Post by Danny on May 28, 2009 2:12:11 GMT -5
"Just chill out mate," Lachlan said, aiming his Plasma Rifle at the Elite. "Yeah, let's all chill," Charlie added, holding a Plasma Grenade behind her back. "You're outnumbered here, let him down and we'll forget this little brawl never happened, that sound good to you?"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 28, 2009 10:14:14 GMT -5
"I swear to god that elite just spoke english!" Fig said again. "Fig, shut up!" said David, aiming his plasma pistol at the alien. "Listen, big guy, lets not get all aggressive and everything." "Shut up! the elite roared, bringing the stave closer to his throat. "I wouldn't try anything, humans. I have your commander. Try anything he will be decapitated."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 28, 2009 16:20:52 GMT -5
"hey you son of a b**** come and dance" said Klaus as he drew his combat knife and a plasma gernade. "are you afraid of a little human" asked Klaus hoping to draw the Elite away from the others.
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Post by Danny on May 29, 2009 0:20:25 GMT -5
(OoC: Mitch, I need you to make Pyrus's transition into the Elite thread now please, just saying he left here will do fine)
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Post by Ares on May 29, 2009 8:02:25 GMT -5
Daniel squinted... One of the soldiers was... Mitch?! He pointed the Needlers menacingly at the hulking alien. "I'm warning you, freak-face! Get away from those two men or you get a face-full of needles! Actually, make that an @ss-full!!"
He gestured with them as he spoke. This stubborn Sangheili was most irritating.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 29, 2009 9:54:42 GMT -5
Pyrus stared around, he was outnumbered, he knew it. But he wasen't honour-bent like the others of his race. He stomped on Mitch hard, activated his camoflague and dissappeaared up the grav lift.
Mitch coughed up some blood, and held his stomach. Now, he wanted that Elite dead. He got back up, grabbed his red plasma rifle and staggered toward Daniel. "I thought you died." he put a hand on his shoulder and wiped some of the blood from his mouth. "You still have that ring?" he didn't wait for an answer, he just moved toward the main grav lift and stepped in front of it. "Time to kill that elites ass! Come on! we're about to get our hands dirty."
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Post by Ares on May 29, 2009 13:24:31 GMT -5
Daniel replied somberly, "Yeah, for a while tht Prophet had me thinking I was dead, too..." He put his hand on the pocket holding the ring, and picked up the Needler from his waist. The other was already in his hand. "Just like old times, bro... Jumping from spaceships, chasing down eight foot six aliens.... Let's get him!"'
The ODST swirled the Needlers on his fingers three times, then stepped up to the Gravity Lift. As he jumped in he yelled, "UP WE GOOOoooooo...."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 29, 2009 15:57:05 GMT -5
Mitch smiled as he stepped in. just like old times... he thought. He and Daniel have went to hell and back as a team. The two were late editions to the 117th Batallion of Harvest, but they were still accepted all the same. After a fight on the Ezuka plains, the two were the sole survivors of the conflct. They lasted two weeks braving against hostile covenant forces until they were rescued by a Pelican. Indeed, Mitch and Daniel were litterally an, army of two.
(OoC: How many things did I rip off in that post? lol)
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Post by Danny on May 29, 2009 17:15:50 GMT -5
"Jeez, the Covenant's just all about gravlifts aren't they?" Lachlan chuckled, stepping towards the lift. "We'll go in together, that Elite could be waiting for us up there," Charlie said, nudging Lachlan into the lift and then stepping in immediatly afterwards.
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Lachlan and Charlie arrived at the next level shortly after Daniel and Mitch. "Those things make me sick," Lachlan groaned, stumbling out of the lift. "Panzie," Charlie replied, walking past him, Mitch and Daniel. There had been a fight in here, plasma scaring all over the walls and blood splatters, but no bodies. "Hey pilot, come here," "What's up?" Lachlan asked, standing next to her. "What's wrong with this picture?" she asked, starting to follow a blood trail. "Umm," Lachlan replied confused. "Too much blood, not enough bodies?" "Exactly," she replied, following the trail through a door. "We shouldn't go too far," Lachlan said, entering afterwards. "I don't think we'll run into any trouble, there's something messed up about this place," Charlie said. "Maybe it's another one of their tricks? Maybe this is all in my head," Lachlan laughed, arriving at the corpse of an Elite laying just before a door. "Woah," "It's all Plasma," Charlie said, squatting down beside it. "What the hell is going on?" The door in-front of them suddenly opened and there stood two Elites, behind them was the Elite they encountered earlier on the ground and a Councilor standing over it. "Oh bugger," Lachlan said, raising his Plasma rifle. Charlie immediatly took cover behind Lachlan and aimed her Carbine. "Humans!?" a Spec Ops Elite yelped. "Uhh, Mitch!" Charlie called. A loud speaker to the side of Lachlan suddenly began to fizzle. "With my blessing, the Brutes now lead our fleets! They ask for your allegiance, and you shall give it." "What the hell is a Brute?" Lachlan asked. "Do you really want to know now!?" Charlie snapped back. The Spec Ops Elite moved in-front of the other Elite and growled. "Look, clearly this is a bad time, we can come back later," Lachlan said in a panic. The Elite let out a louder growl and lifted it's rifle. "Oh shit," The Elite suddenly yelled in pain and fell to the ground, leaving behind red plasma mist. At the opposite end of the walkway stood a pack of Brutes, red plasma rifles a blazing. Charlie and Lachlan immediatly returned fire, ignoring the two Elites in-front of them.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 29, 2009 17:38:23 GMT -5
The loud speaker spoke again, "There are those who said this day would never come... What are they to think now?" Mitch and Daniel were pinned down behind cover as a pack of Brutes fired on them. "It's a rebellion... Lachlan! Charlie! Klaus! Mirra! Fig! David! we need to regroup and get the hell outta here! We need to find the Chief!"
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Post by Ares on May 29, 2009 18:31:26 GMT -5
Daniel watched the exchange quizzically, not knowing what to make of it. Of course, when the Brutes appeared, it came. After he and Mitch ducked down behind a maroon storage crate he turned to the other ODST. "Uh, Mitch. This isn't a rebellion. It's a state-sponsored betrayal."
He put on Needler around the crate, fliring seven pink needles out and into the chests of several Jiralhanae. "You see, those things are Brutes... They're horribly deadly. Remember that one mission I was with another team on? I was fighting Brutes... exclusively. A chieftain killed my dad. And from what I can tell, they're trying to royally screw the Elites..."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 29, 2009 23:12:41 GMT -5
Mitch threw a plasma grenade into the midst of the Brutes and looked at the Elites. He saw the big one, the one that stomped on him, on the ground with another hovering over him. help an enemy that killed his friends and family, or killl them all and move on, Mitch thought to himself. He sat there while Daniel fired at the last remaining Brutes. His decision was clear. "Everyone! Help the Elites! Do not question this order! Do it and don't bitch!"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 30, 2009 0:10:57 GMT -5
(Everyone to the GReat schism thread! Adventure!)
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