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Post by Coconut on Apr 20, 2009 3:32:46 GMT -5
The Brutes had struck, the great Gravity Hammer of the Covenant Remnant beating hard upon the United Nations Space Command world of Arthulia IV. This would not go unpunished. The Supreme Commanders had spoken, a decision had been reached. The Brutes would pay for the Human blood they'd shed with their own blood, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooh, and blood for blood. That was the way these things worked. Doisac would not be destroyed, Doisac would not be glassed; nor would it be invaded and occupied. Nevertheless, they would beat the shield of the Remnant of what was once the great Covenant and force all their troops to return to their smouldering world, stopping them from attacking once more. Without a Prophet to control them, the Remnant would be removed from the scale of this conflict. The United Nations Space Command had heard of no Prophet, and so they were confident.
The Pelicans had dropped down from the main carriers towards Doisac very quickly, swerving and dipping under the expert controls of their Pilots to ensure that the various Anti Aircraft blasts firing up from the planet. The searing, bright coloured blasts sailed by the windscreens as the Pelicans ducked and dived, rolled and tumbled, the occassional blast striking a Pelican and either sending it rocking or sending it crashing to the ground with an explosion of green coronal fire coupled with the normal fire from the destroyed Pelican. Inside one of the Pelicans, SPARTAN-081, Matt, sat on the bench at the end of the hangar, amidst the other SPARTANs who'd be participating in the attack on the first and most heavily defended, according to Intelligence, of the great towers that held the shields up around Doisac. Matt's red armour shone a dark, blood reddish brown in the lights given off inside the Pelican as he waited.
Weapon clenched in his hands, resting upon his knees, Matt leaned out and craned his neck forward to look down at the planet below through the main windscreen. The bright colours of the planet from above Matt knew wouldn't be replicated down there below; he thought he could see the tower they were heading for, but he wasn't quite sure. He mentally shrugged; they'd know soon enough, he knew. "You lot ready?" He called out to the SPARTANs in the Pelican, receiving cries of assent. He nodded, standing up and grabbing a metal rung on the side to steady himself on the rolling ship. "Alright, gents, we land and we storm the tower. We hit the Brutes hard, and kill anything that gets in our way. Prisoners aren't the target, but any high rankers if they're not dead should be captured. We then storm the tower, destroy the shield in it and let the other's do their work. If they're not yet done we help them too. Alright?"
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Apr 20, 2009 4:31:46 GMT -5
The Prophet of Chaos sat silently, his hand cradling his chin as he began delving into deep thought. Something about Doisac, homeworld of the Brutes, gave his mind a refreshing sense of calm and relaxation, perhaps it was the safety, perhaps the beauty of the scenery, the Prophet had a fancy for beauty, whether it be artwork or poetry, it was a passion of his, a weakness, if you will. But the calming silence that absorbed the Prophet and all around him was not meant to last, this was made apparent very quickly. The repeating sound of cannons rang around the landscape, brilliant balls of plasma exploded from the barrel of a nearby anti aircraft cannon, the illuminating rounds lighting up the evening sky as they smashed into small objects coming in from the atmosphere, tearing them to pieces and bringing them hard to the ground in a bundle of flames.
The Prophet immediately awoke from his daze, startled at the sounds and views that came to terms with his senses in a flash of red as a human transport burst into flames and smashed into a building nearby the Tower that provided one of the three necessary power requirements for the shield surrounding Doisac, and of course, provided residence for the Prophet of Chaos.
A lone Brute moved into the room, golden armour shined graciously across its body, the ceremonial helmet glinting in the artificial light of the massive chamber that had become the residence of the Covenant Remnants only remaining Prophet.
"Hierarch Chaos," The now kneeling Brute bellowed above the noise of the cannons placed around the building.
"Speak."
"Human drop ships have begun landing troops at the foot of the tower, I have dispatched several squads to guard your quarters--"
"Do no such thing, commander, move those squads to defend the shield generator," The Prophet began, surprised at the commanders apparent assumption the Prophet would put his own life before the fate of the entire planet, "My honour guards shall be sufficient, should the humans make it to my quarters."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Apr 20, 2009 16:53:41 GMT -5
Russell responded with a sound "Roger that. Ready to fight. Time to give these bastards some payback. SPARTAN style."
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Post by Danny on Apr 25, 2009 22:12:22 GMT -5
"Yes," Chandler growled, shifting impatiently in his seat. "Their turn to bleed," he added, reloading his Assault Rifle.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Apr 26, 2009 7:45:19 GMT -5
Russell looked at Chandler. "Yeah, we died for our planet, now it's their turn to die for theirs." He reloaded his Battle Rifle at that, waiting to land and start shooting up the enemy.
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Post by Coconut on May 2, 2009 6:07:13 GMT -5
Matt closed his eyes behind the cover of his helmet, nodding and counting the seconds as he considered how long it'd take them to reach the planet's surface. They hadn't been shot down yet, which was good, and Matt nodded to himself; the going was good so far. He wasn't nervous for himself, no, he was nervous for Charlie. If she died, then he'd care. He didn't fear for himself at the moment. The Brutes would pay for those they'd killed on Arthulia IV, and Matt thought to himself of those who had lost loved ones on the planet to the Brutes. He considered how he'd feel if Charlie had been killed by the Brutes, and knew those who'd lost loved ones would be feeling the same. He owed it to them to beat the Brutes shield like a drum until they were put out of commission for this war, forced to retreat and to regroup, fixing up their ravaged planet.
At least, that was the aim.
"Alright, gents, around three minutes to go. Then I'm depositing you and moving to the next point. Call me when you need to leave." "Got it." Matt nodded; the pilot would do his job. If they needed evacuation after destroying their part of the shield, they'd call. Matt knew perfectly well, however, that they might be needed to assist one of the other groups, should they get in trouble. "Two minutes." Matt nodded again; they were getting closer. He could pick out individual details on the blistered and scarred surface of Doisac below, red welts spitting fire. They'd have to avoid those. It was dusty, similar to a desert, and Matt was reminded of the photos he'd seen of Installation 00, the Ark. That was of a similar surface, although Installation 00 wasn't volcanic like Doisac... The plan was going well; they hadn't been shot down so far.
But things didn't always go according to the plan.
With a jolt, the Pelican hit the surface of the planet, sending Matt sliding and forcing him to grab an outstanding piece of metal stuck to the wall. "Alright, gents, move!" Matt roared, jumping out of the back of the Pelican and into the sand around. A flat plateau stretched before them, rising and undulating, with an expanse of water on their immediate left. A large lake. Some way on the right, a ridge wound it's way along the horizon, a lava river winding it's fiery way along it. The sand was relatively flat before them, slightly undulating, and the shield generator they were targeting loomed before them not too far away. Large and roughly triangular in shape, it was grey and loomed above them, it's different parts sticking out in different ways. A large, blue beam of light shot from the top, all the way to the shield around the planet.
They needed to disengage that beam.
Matt could make out Covenant Remnant vehicles some way ahead, around a hundred yards, Ghosts speeding over the flats before them. The Wraiths were hanging back, defending around the shield generator, and Matt knew they'd have their work cut out. The Brute ground forces were advancing, slowly, and would be upon them within five minutes. The Ghosts, however, were the immediate threat. Eight of them soared towards them, another eight speeding towards them in reserve, and one sped straight at Matt. Guns blazing, firing plasma into the ground around, it forced Matt to duck down onto one knee. Drawing his rifle, Matt quickly fired a round of shots into the casing, sending the Ghost veering off to the right before flipping and exploding in a flash of bright blue flame. "Alright, men, defend yourselves! Ghosts!" Matt roared.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 2, 2009 9:50:09 GMT -5
Mitch ran in eratic patterns to avoid getting hit by any of the Ghosts. He noticed the wreck of the Ghost Matt had hit and ran behind it for cover. "Son of a bitch! Matt! We need to find cover! The only thing I see is the Ghost I'm behind." He set his Assault Rifle on the ground and hefted his Spartan Laser from his back. "I know I should be saving this, Matt, But we're gonna get turned into melted piles of armour unless you have a tactical plan!"
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Post by Danny on May 3, 2009 1:44:01 GMT -5
"For the moment, the tactical plan is to kick some ass!" Chandler yelled after joining Mitch behind the Ghost Wreck. He moved to the front of the Ghost and began beating loose one of it's plasma cannons. "Cover. Please?"
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 3, 2009 8:31:30 GMT -5
Russell immediately took a look 'round. He dove behind the Ghost, seeing as it was the only cover in the area. In response to what Chandler yelled, he said, "Alright then, just focus on beating the shit outta that Ghost until you got two plasma cannons!"
With that, he took out his SMG and began firing across the entire field.
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Post by Danny on May 3, 2009 17:28:05 GMT -5
With one last lunge with his Assault Rifle, one of the Plasma cannons came loose. He attached his rifle to his back and ripped away the cannon. He placed it on top of the Ghost and opened fire. "These things don't overheat like them other Plasma weapons. I could do this all day, all day mate!"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 3, 2009 19:19:12 GMT -5
Mitch shook his head, chuckling under his helmet. He shouldered his Spartan Laser, picked up his Assault Rifle up with his left hand and kicked the last plasma cannon off of the Ghost and retreated back behind the Ghost. "Ok! Everyone! From what Matt said the Brutes are using basic formation, little bastards in front, big bastards in back! Acknowledge." Mitch saw blue ackowledgement blips appear on his HUD from everyone in the squad. He looked at Russell and Chandler and then opened fire with the plasma cannon.
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Post by nexuswolf on May 4, 2009 11:48:39 GMT -5
Padráig hung back as the SPARTANs advanced. Providing sniper cover for them. He wished Eve was here. They could have used her Marksmanship skills. But there was a time for mourning and a time for action, and this certainly was a time for action.
Moving from rock to rock; finding good sniping points. In total, he had fired on twice so far. And both had been kills. Padráig spotted what seemed to be a Brute Major o Chieftain, he wasn't to sure on the Brute ranks, though Elite ranks were another story.
He slowly squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit the Brute square in the head. The whole Brute force seemed to stand still; as the Brute fell. They found Padráig and several Banshee's came screaming towards him.
"Yeah, some back-up would be nice." Padráig said as he fired another shot at the Banshee's.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 4, 2009 13:42:35 GMT -5
"Oh son of a bitch." Mitch said as he tossed his plasma cannon to Chandler and pulled out his Spartan Laser. "Padráig! I got your back!" He fired the laser and it hit two of the Banshees en-route to Padráig. "Mitch, I've got three of the Wraith tanks closing in on you three, I suggest immediate evasion!" Alicia said into Mitch's helmet. "Chandler! Russell! Wraiths are closing on us! Move! Padráig, get somewhere safe."
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Post by Danny on May 4, 2009 16:38:39 GMT -5
"But I'm having too much fun!" Chandler roared, unleashing a barrage of Plasma. Now with two of the Ghosts plasma cannons, he laughed hysterically as he mercilessly changed his fire between the infantry and Ghosts.
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 4, 2009 17:42:53 GMT -5
Russell looked at Chandler. "What would you rather be: the survivor of a mission to the Brute homeworld, or burning Wraith fodder? Let's get the hell out of the way!" Ushering Chandler to follow, he ran towards more cover--if there was any."
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