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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 4, 2009 18:00:10 GMT -5
Mitch shook his head and attached his Assault Rifle to his chest. He, Chandler, and Russell ran ahead a bit and advanced to another piece of Ghost wreckage.
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 4, 2009 18:52:24 GMT -5
Russell promptly commented, "How many Ghosts are there? We've seen forty Ghosts and not a single Chopper fighting!"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 4, 2009 19:26:44 GMT -5
Mitch baseball slided behind a destroyed Ghost and detached his rifle from his chestplate and fired away." ...The familiar whine of a Covenant Ghost howls and Mitch lowers his Assault Rifle. But, instead of the two small wings that normally frame a Ghost, this model is more tube-like in design. The sound is unmistakable, just like its bumpy hover. "There's your answer!" Mitch yelled as he forced Russell to duck. The Chopper hit the Ghost's wreckage and sent Mitch and Russell flying as it flew up over them.
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 4, 2009 20:00:46 GMT -5
Russell was sent flying a few feet and lost some of his shield. "OUCH!" he yelled. "Get some fire on that Chopper!" (OoC: SB105, Choppers hover only a bit. They are mainly driven by a single divided wheel acting much like a more mobile tank tread. Still, they need hover when they idle. The More You Know )
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 4, 2009 20:26:29 GMT -5
(OoC: Lol, I know, I just stole that little tidbit from the Brute sandbox thing on halopedia. It sounded awesome and you pretty much set me up for it. Thank you!)
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Post by Danny on May 5, 2009 0:20:48 GMT -5
After being forced to leave behind one of the Plasma cannons, Chandler fired at the Chopper's pilot with just one. The Chopper deactivated as it's pilot collapsed out of the seat. Chandler ditched the cannon and helped Mitch to his feet. "It started to leak," he smirked, then taking his assault rifle and leaping into a ditch formed by a plasma mortar.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 5, 2009 13:52:43 GMT -5
"What the hell man!" Mitch exclaimed as he took one of his SMGs from his thigh plates and ran towards the Chopper. "Haven't been on one of these since, well, ever." He put his SMG back on his right thigh and activated the Chopper.
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 5, 2009 16:44:45 GMT -5
Russell followed Chandler into the alleyway.
He then sarcastically commented, "So... when does the Brute hobo come at us in a fistfight?"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 7, 2009 14:24:08 GMT -5
Mitch got on the Chopper and stared at the controls for a minute. "Just like riding a bike... I can do this" He played with the throttle and handling for a few seconds and then began to fire away and the Wraiths. One, two, three... just four more left.
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Post by Coconut on May 7, 2009 15:30:27 GMT -5
((OOC: If we're in an open, flat area... how can there be an alleyway?))
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 7, 2009 20:46:58 GMT -5
(OoC: Dunno... Danny set that up. Must be an oversized groove in the towers.)
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Post by Danny on May 8, 2009 2:18:59 GMT -5
(OoC: The Elites are appearently in a city or town of sorts, figured we were in the same place)
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Post by Coconut on May 8, 2009 11:26:58 GMT -5
((OOC: Nope. Beginning post says otherwise. Please fix.))
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 8, 2009 13:54:21 GMT -5
((OoC: How about we get on with the story, hmm?))
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Post by Coconut on May 9, 2009 5:15:28 GMT -5
((OOC: Mitch, if you've got nothing helpful to post, don't... We can't just roll on over it...))
The Ghost revolved in the air, once, as Matt fired at the second one coming, causing that one to plough into the sand and pile up against the other. Matt jumped, his booted right foot crunching as it punched through the metal. Matt kicked the dead grunt out with his other foot, dropping down, flat, onto the Ghost and sniping out another Ghost coming past. The SPARTANs had killed off the first wave of Ghosts so far, yet more were coming. Matt also knew that the Wraiths might not pause to allow their Ghosts to escape before commencing shelling on the SPARTANs, so it was critical they started moving. Indeed, the second all the Ghosts were destroyed it was imperative that they started moving too; were the Wraiths to start shelling them and start getting hits, then there'd be a big problem. That meant they needed to commandeer some Ghosts. Challenging, admittedly, although they were all SPARTANs. It should be fine.
Easier said than done.
The next Ghost to come past fired at Matt's barrier, forcing him to jump off the top Ghost and crouch behind the bottom, as the top one exploded and went flying overhead. Matt's visor was coated with black smoke from the small explosion yet he was otherwise unscathed and, wiping his visor, he replaced his rifle and drew a Magnum pistol instead, one hand holding onto the side wing of the Ghost he was crouched behind. The Ghost that had fired on his position veered round again, spitting smoke from it's engines. Matt could smell it and, judging by the sound, he pushed off from the wing of the Ghost, Magnum in one fist, slamming into the side of the other Ghost. Matt swore as the impact jarred the bones of his body, scrabbling to maintain a grip on the metal side of the Ghost. Ramming his fingers into a gap between the plates, he hung on, ignoring the squeals of the Grunt.
Those bloody Grunts annoyed him.
Matt swung a kick at the Grunt, which the small alien dodged, causing Matt to swear and haul himself up. The Grunt drew a plasma pistol, the Ghost swerving off course as he neglected steering it. Matt punched it from his hand and grabbed the Grunt's head in one armoured fist, ignoring it's squeals as he rammed the pistol against it's head and fired three times, hurling the limp body aside as he hastily steered the Ghost away from slamming into a small rock, righting it's position. Matt whooped as he swung it around, firing upon another Ghost and causing it to explode, before chasing down a second and pulling alongside it. With the Magnum again, Matt fired. The shots released a snap of sound into the air and yet the bullets missed, cutting out into a sound Matt knew and hated. No more bullets. Swearing, Matt hurled the pistol at the Grunt's head, knocking it out and causing it to fall onto the sand, it's own Ghost running it over before coming to a stop. "Mitch, take a Ghost." Matt roared, indicating the other one he'd hijacked. "Russell, hop on with him, Chandler, get on the back of mine. We'd better get moving before those Wraiths start shelling us!"
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