Spartan-777
O.D.S.T. Major
The Violent Cartographer.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Oct 12, 2010 16:23:05 GMT -5
Darman heard a familiar voice fill his comm. He shook his head, trying to shake the ringing in his ears. He responded. "Oh-seventy, I'm trying to get inside." He stumbled as plasma began to rain from the corvette, igniting a nearby shed. He ran faster. A team of Skirmishers sprinted across his path, skidding to a stop in front of the door. As they began laying down suppressing fire, he withdrew his sidearm. Plasma rounds slapped at his shields, but he managed to steady himself long enough to squeeze off a trio of rounds. The first one punctured a helmet, the second impacted a shoulder, sending the trooper wheeling to the ground as the third round silenced him. The door man snarled, diving to the side as he squeezed of a pair of crystalline projectiles. But by then, Darman had managed to close the gap between them. He slammed into the creature full-force, which must have similar to being hit by a small car. The Skirmisher screeched, collapsing to the ground as 070 blasted through to the lobby. He risked another glance behind him, staring up at the corvette.
"That might be a problem."
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Post by Danny on Oct 12, 2010 17:04:58 GMT -5
"You don't say?" Gunnery Sergeant Verve replied, overhearing the newest of Spartan arrivals. Verve sat leaning against a pile of sandbags with her DMR in one hand and radio in the other, "I was just about to do something about that problem,"
"Command, this is Gunnery Sergeant Verve currently engaged at ONI Site Delta. We have a Corvette class warship sitting pretty above us and we need it gone, please advise, over,"
"Roger that Gunnery Sergeant, standby,"
Verve used the opportunity to stand over the sandbags and kill three approaching suicide Grunts, one bullet per Grunt, and then returning to the radio.
"Orbital assets are not available at this time," came yet another morale shattering reply. This just wasn't Amy-Lee's day.
"Artillery? What about a squadron of Longswords?"
"Negative, all units are currently spread too thin. Just hang in there..."
"Easy for you to say!" She threw down the radio mic and stood again, firing her DMR till it was empty. She then grabbed the Spartan by his collar and pulled him down to her eye level. "We wont be able to hold out here much longer, Spartan," she said, "That ships gonna' to start dropping off reinforcements with bigger guns, we have to get to the higher levels. Get your Spartan team together and help me get my men to the elevators."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Oct 14, 2010 18:23:01 GMT -5
(OOC Question you talking to me or 777? As well I talked about it and so did he...sorry been confused since you posted it XD)
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Post by Danny on Oct 14, 2010 23:08:28 GMT -5
(OoC: She was talking to Darman (777's character), sorry. But that order applies to everybody )
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Spartan-777
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The Violent Cartographer.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Oct 15, 2010 16:21:03 GMT -5
Darman nodded. He brought up the roster on his HUD, then cleared his throat as he opened a channel. "Markas, Jack, Toni, Martin, we're on escort. Grab what you can and help these men to the elevators." He inserted a new magazine into his carbine, then took a final look around the lobby. As long as that Corvette didn't slag the whole compound, they just might make it....
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Post by Danny on Oct 16, 2010 6:07:46 GMT -5
With their orders, Hotel team came to life over the radio. "Roger that, boss!" Marcas replied to Darman, still laying down fire on the enemy. Quite literally. Jack pulled back from his firing position with a group of UNSC troopers and responded to Darman, "Confirm, assisting the troops," Toni came out of hiding, falling from a vent in the ceiling and landing behind Darman, "You got it," Martin however, did not reply.
"Troopers! It's time to pull out, get to the elevators!" Verve ordered at the top of her lungs. "Ma'am, we can hold'em!" one trooper responded. "ONI's ordering us to pull back, you want to ignore them? Be my guest." Technically the ONI Operator ordered them to hold out for as long as they could. Amy-Lee felt that retreating would help them do so.
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Ream had beaten Anau to his prize. Everyone would have seen her daring act, single handedly taking down a Falcon. He sat just outside the buildings entrance, grumbling and muttering gibberish as a field medic loosely patched up his bullet wounds. This was insulting, being upstaged by a female. By Ream...
As he sat watching the latest batch of reinforcements, he let out a light chuckle. The Humans were able to repel their attacks, but not this time. Not now that Hunters have arrived. Then it hit him.
He stood from the medic, his wounds half patched, and he ran straight for a Plasma Rifle. He opened and closed it's exhaust vents once, it was like a ritual for Anau to do so whenever he picked one up, and then joined the next attacking squad.
A pair of Hunters barged into the building, immediately charging their fuel rods and firing on Human positions. On one of them, riding on its side by holding onto one of its spikes, was Anau. He let out a war cry and was soon joined by other Elites, following his example by jumping onto a Hunters back. "Charge!" He roared, firing his plasma rifle.
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Ares
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Post by Ares on Oct 17, 2010 0:27:39 GMT -5
Deirdre nodded to Lebron. "And one hell of a ride it was... I'll have to talk to your flight controller, soon." Smirking slightly under her helmet, the Gaelic SPARTAN looked at the dark-skinned SPARTAN and the pilot. "Judging from comm traffic, I say... we go up. Before we're swarmed with Suicide Grunts. Like... now!" With that, the recon-armored supersoldier turned and dashed to the elevator... to find it half-melted and burned. She saw a huge Hunter, with an Elite clinging to it, leading an assault through the wall into the lobby the three were in.
And yet, the annoying music still played.
Deirde rolled behind the stairwell, giving her mild cover from the Covenant assault bursting in. She growled, "Well, I guess we take the stairs..."
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Field Marshall 'Datariee burst out of the cheap tiles in the ONI Building's main floor, directly into.... ah. She should have guessed. She and her Stealth Elites, all stealthed, had just burst through the floor of a human lavatory. Drainage systems always seem to be weakest under these locales. Samara rolled her eyes, and climbed up into the empty room. The Stealth Sangheili under her command followed, and the group stormed into the hall. No human there.. better keep searching.
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Post by Danny on Oct 17, 2010 1:06:52 GMT -5
"That's the last one!" Verve yelled, sending up the final group of troopers in the last working elevator. She and the Spartans were going to have to take the stairs, which they only had a few seconds to get to before they became completely overwhelmed by Hunters.
Marcas made one last attempt to keep the Hunters back with his flame thrower, but it was no use. The flames might as well have been bouncing right off their armour. He primed a frag grenade, lodged it into his precious weapon, and hurled it over and behind the Hunters. The resulting explosion engulfed all enemy solders cowering behind their walking tanks. Impressive, but it still didn't take care of the immediate threat. And now he was weaponless.
Jack took a break from firing and looked to his left, Toni. He then looked over his shoulder, Darman. Then to his right, Marcas making a run for the stairs. "Has anyone seen zero-one-four?"
"No time for that!" Verve yelled, her voice cracking under the stress of the situation, "To the stairs, now!" She began attempting to tug along Jack, who barely moved. He then rose up, grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulled her behind him and moved with the rest of Hotel team towards the stairs, firing everything they had. Or throwing bits of glass and rocks, as the case may be for Marcas.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Oct 17, 2010 20:12:16 GMT -5
Diana sprinted ahead of the group of troopers she had followed, toward the area where the Covenant were making their main advance. She rounded a corner and caught sight of a pair of Hunters leading the charge, and standing between her group and where the rest of the UNSC forces were retreating. No time for plans, in a few moments they would be completely cut off. She let out a yell and charged at the flank of the advancing enemy with the troopers close behind. They managed to mow down several startled Grunts and Jackals as well as a Minor Elite before the aliens could organize against them. By then Diana and most of the troopers had reached the pair of Hunters, which now had their attention divided between the two groups of humans.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Oct 18, 2010 17:18:50 GMT -5
" Alright lead the way girl and put a good word in for me I don't usually get to give people rides" said Lebron as he swapped weapons for his needle rifle. This was not going to be easy...the Covenant seemed to be unleashing hell upon this base and well how many people did this base have left....surely not enough to withstand a Covenant Assault. *** Quilian blew open a wall with a barrage from his Fuel Rod Gun. As much as he respected the humans today that respect was replaced with rage. " Go..find the prize the Heretics speak to hide froml " growled Quilian as he walked through the melted opening in the wall to the lance of elites he had located since his jetpack incident.
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Post by Danny on Oct 20, 2010 15:30:33 GMT -5
Anau looked over his shoulder to see the attacking group of Humans. He abandoned the Hunter, jumping from its back and landing on the stairs. This got a Human soldiers attention, who moved to the front of there group and opened fire. It brought down Anau's shields, but not enough to stop him. Anau then returned fire with his Plasma Rifle, quickly putting the soldier down. His first kill on this planet.
He turned his attention to the Spartan, activating his left energy dagger and charging it while firing his rifle.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Oct 20, 2010 17:16:51 GMT -5
Diana staggered back as the Spec-Ops Elite took down her shields, but she saw that it's shields were down as well. She caught the Elite's wrist as it tried to stab her, then swung her other arm around to strike the side of the Elite's head with her elbow.
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Post by Danny on Oct 21, 2010 2:45:04 GMT -5
The female Spartans blow knocked Anau helmet-less. He turned his head slowly back at her, glaring and gritting his teeth. He let out a sudden cry, extending his mandibles and launched a counter attack. He bashed the side of the Spartans helmet with the butt of his Plasma Rifle, grabbed her by her arm and tossed her to the ground.
He stood over her, glaring, and dropped his rifle. He would enjoy this. He drew his right hands dagger and prepared to lunge.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Oct 21, 2010 17:03:03 GMT -5
Diana rolled away as the Elite slashed at her, then kicked one of it's legs out from under it. She jumped to her feet and tackled the Elite. With the tables now turned she drew her own knife with a laugh.
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Post by Danny on Oct 21, 2010 17:32:39 GMT -5
Anau slammed onto the ground from the tackle and responded immediately. He reached up and grabbed the Spartans wrist before it could stab him, and then replied with his own laugh. He lifted his leg and rammed his knee into her chest, then reaching his arm over and grabbing hold of her back. Anau lifted the Spartan up and threw her over his shoulders onto the ground behind him with a roar. He rolled over and crawled towards her like a spider, ready to put her down quickly.
Though it seemed fate was on this Humans side. A rock, the size of a Sangheilis fist, stuck Anau on the side of his face. He was stopped in his tracks, and in a daze, he looked up at a Spartan at the top of the stairs, Marcas, preparing to toss another. Anau responded by lifting his arm to fire his rifle, but he quickly realised he had dropped it earlier.
Jack came from behind Marcas and opened fire on the Elite, "Get up!" He called out to Diana.
With no way to defend himself, Anau retreated.
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