Spartan-777
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 19, 2009 21:35:15 GMT -5
July, 2552 Location: Orbiting Covenant Prison World
From conception to completion, the Battle Station Harbinger had been foreseen by the Prophets to become the single-most powerful force in the Universe, having the potential to control the fate of galaxies. But all who are stationed here have a stake in its fate; soldiers and spies, Loyalist and saboteurs.
(OoC: You can use any Covenant Species in this Roleplay.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 19, 2009 22:07:33 GMT -5
The Phantom containing Councilor Katar landed. He desended and waited for someone to brief him on the progress. *** Warlord Vien Yamosay watched as the Phantom containing his brother landed and he glared at his brother. "so this is the mighty Councilor Katar Yamosee" said Vien aloud to himself.
(Ooc This is also not canon..so what happens here won't affect your charcters future)
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Post by Danny on Sept 19, 2009 23:52:55 GMT -5
As councilor Katars Phantom entered, as did another. It landed in the oppisite end of the hanger, it's occupants were not worthy of the councilors sight. Anau held wielded his carbine and approached the Phantom. Two guards exited, followed by an armorless Elite, his hands clamped. "I'll take it from here," Anau said to the guards. "On who's orders?" one of the guards questioned. "Mine. Hand over the prisoner now or I will trial you for disobeying a superior," The guard lowered his plasma rifle from the prisoner and the other stood aside. Anau put his carbine to the prisoners back and forced him out of the hanger.
He found a vacant room and tossed the Sangheili inside. He shut and locked the door and approached the Elite. He starred at him for a moment before releasing the clamps. "I could lose my career for this," "I could lose a lot more, and might I remind you this was your idea," the Elite replied, rubbing his wrists. Anau placed his carbine on the floor and took off his helmet, "It is good to see you again, my brother," Nichuli smiled and hugged his brother for the first time in three years, "What now?" he asked. "I will reinstate you," Anau replied, "Your weapons, rank. Everything," "But my honour," Nichuli sighed, letting go of his brother. "These crimes, they have not brought shame unto any of us. Not me, and not our mother," Anau reassured, placing his hands on his shoulders. Nichuli smiled and nodded, "How is mother?" "Ill, still," Anau sighed, "You will see her again, but for now remain in this room, I have things I need to attend to," "Of course, Commander," Nichuli chuckled.
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Spartan-777
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 20, 2009 0:06:32 GMT -5
Oppum 'Refumee disembarked from the Phantom. He stepped into the hangar, and brought up a small map on his HUD. He located the cantina and began the journey there; it might be a good chance to see if anyone he knew was stationed here as well. He caught a glimpse of the legendary Katar and Commander Anau as he exited the bay.
(OoC: We should meet up in the Cantina, unless anyone has a better idea or a reason they can't. It'll give our characters an oppurtunity to meet.)
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Ares
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Post by Ares on Sept 20, 2009 20:29:33 GMT -5
Autumus, ranked a Brute Ultra Captain, grunted in disdain as he looked down into the hangar where the Elites were entering. His dark navy armor shined dully, and the Brute Shot on his back was menacing, a large bayonet painfully visible, as well as the Spiker on his waist, and the Mauler on the side opposite. Three Spike Grenades rested on his belt, and his helmet sat on the command pad nearby, it's V-shaped blue crest looking like a menacing hawk.
The Jiralhanae looked at the famed Councilor Katar and the esteemed Anau, both strutting around like the useless peacocks they truly were. What the Covenant needed were falcons and eagles, not useless showbirds. He turned, growling a spiteful remark about the armored Sangheili below, before exiting the Flight Control Room. The Elites operating inside seemed very relieved to see him go.... They knew what he did to those who failed, regardless of whether they were under his command.
He stalked through the halls, eventually arriving at the door to the Cantina. This boring assignment always made him thirsty for something potent. The Brute's carefully-trimmed blackish-brown beard moved as he bared his fangs in annoyance at the thought of the flamboyantly-armored Elites. Autumus walked in, sitting down at a shaded booth in the bar to ponder and watch....
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Post by IndigoWolf on Sept 20, 2009 21:00:16 GMT -5
((OoC: There is a specific place for non-canon Halo RPs in the Out of Universe section. This should probably be moved there. )) "I promise you, it isn't broken. It doesn't even look sprained," Zarra told a Swordsman that had come in to the medbay earlier, complaing about injuring his wrist in a practice duel. "Well, perhaps you, or one of your colleagues, should stay with me for a few hours to be sure," the Swordsman replied with a grin. Zarra looked away so he wouldn't see her roll her eyes. "I'm afraid I can't," She lied cooly, "My shift isn't over yet, and I have some important matters to attend to after that. Sorry." The Swordsman looked annoyed and wandered over to another medic. Zarra sighed with relief, then went on to the next room and got ready for her shift to end. She handed in the electronic pad she used to access her patients' records on the way out, then headed toward her room.
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Spartan-777
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 21, 2009 16:04:56 GMT -5
Oppum arrived at the entrance to the cantina. The door slid up into the wall as he approached, and he quickly hustled inside. Perhaps he could learn something by listening in on the conversations, mainly, what the station's first objective may be. He stepped up to the bar, ordered a drink, and sat down on one of the stools, casually surveying his surroundings. In one corner, an abnormally large grunt, Jub Jub, sat throwing knives at a dart-board. He looked around in time to see a Jiralhanae Captain step into the cantina, ducking its head as it entered. He grumbled under his breath, then went back to surveying the room.
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Post by Danny on Sept 21, 2009 16:48:29 GMT -5
Anau picked up his carbine and helmet and left the room. He shut the door after him and locked it with his own code, it was just a precaution, he didn't want anyone stumbling in, or out. He placed the carbine on his back and put his helmet back on. He needed to access a computer terminal, though he hadn't done so before and he had no idea where to find one. He decided to wander the halls until he either found one or found a technician.
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Ares
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Post by Ares on Sept 21, 2009 17:00:51 GMT -5
Autumus glared with his glowing crimson eyes at the recently-arrived Elite. What a useless squidhead... The Jiralhanae leaned back farther into his seat. In the room he could see four of his pack members, three under his command. Two Jackals were bickering over the rights to a modified Carbine in the carbine, a ridiculously large Unggoy was flinging blades at a holoboard, and some more Unggoy were dispersed throughout the cantina, several with the other three Elites in the cantina. The bartender was, naturally, a team of three Unngoy.
The hideous Brute spun his Mauler around on his index finger, letting it whirl in circles with the protection off....
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 21, 2009 21:30:32 GMT -5
Vatarus entered the tavern covered in prisoners blood his shift was over. "Bartender get me and my boys the usual" growled Vatarus who was clearly appeared to be alone. He grabbed a seat a booth with his top Stalker Captains. To the unknowing about The Black Hand Tribe he was sitting alone but to the informed they knew that his Stalkers were with him in shadow takeing notes for the Prophets.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Sept 21, 2009 21:52:46 GMT -5
Zarra reached her room, but walked on past it. She was tired but not as much as she was hungry. There was also no reason to change out of her uniform, most of the warriors avoided the medical staff as much as possible, which was fine with her. She went on down the hall to the cafeteria and checked the menu on the wall outside. Nothing sounded particularly appetizing, so she went on to try to find somewhere else to eat.
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Post by Ares on Sept 22, 2009 7:06:35 GMT -5
Autumus saw... Was that the Chieftain of the Black Hand Tribe? Wow... That was a powerful fighter there, and one who inspired fear in all he met. Autumus stood up, putting his dark blue helmet back on. The imposing Jiralhane Captain Ultra walked over to Vatarus, banging his right fist on his breastplate in a gesture of respect.
"Greetings, Chieftain Vatarus. What brings a mighty Chieftain such as yourself to here, if I may ask?"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 22, 2009 10:43:57 GMT -5
"The Prophets sent me here...and they allow me to work in the prisons whenever I get a chance Autumus" said Vatarus, He picked up one of his Stalker Captains and placed him on the floor. "have a seat and some thorn beast I insist" said Vatarus.
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Spartan-777
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 22, 2009 18:44:49 GMT -5
Oppum grunted as yet another Jiralhanae entered the room. They tainted the air with their presence. The scum should not even be allowed on the station, let alone the cantina. He took another drink. "Barbarians...", he muttered. 'Refumee stood and stepped over to the holoboard, drawing a blade of his own. The Unggoy competing stepped aside and allowed him a turn. He gazed at the board, then flicked his wrist, sending the blade sailing into the handle of a previous thrower, and imbedding itself there. There was a murmur of approval among the patrons, and he decided to play a few rounds.
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Post by Ares on Sept 22, 2009 19:56:12 GMT -5
Autumus nodded to the Chieftain and sat down. He clapped his hands, signalling one of the serving Unggoy over. The crimson-eyed, simian Jiralhanae growled, "Thorn beast! Rare, and hot. For the Chieftain and myself." As the terrified Grunt scurried off, Autumus turned his head and grinned at the Chieftain.
"A Chieftain of so venerable stature must be obeyed, no?"
Deep inside, the Brute Captain Ultra knew that soon, hopefully very soon, that he would be equal in rank to Vatarus, but wearing the Chieftain Armor of the Frigid Fire Tribe....
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