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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 9, 2009 12:05:34 GMT -5
((OoC: To be presise, my only RP SPARTANs are Cassy-077 and Mitch-105. Those are my only two that I RP with, just to be clear.
With the Chopper nearly mutilated from ramming into so many objects, Mitch pulled it to a sliding stop and hopped off, acknowledging Matt's last order. "NOW THAT IS HOW WE DO THINGS!" Mitch roared as he ran for the Ghost. He had to be honest with himself, he was mezmarized by Matt's act of daring. "Ok, Alicia, tell me what's left." "I don't know, Mitch, too many for my sensors to pick up simotaniously. I'm not very confident about our odds." Alicia said with a worrying tone. "Hey, John would never back off, neither are we!" He told her as he opened fire in the Ghost. "Mitch, you're no John."
On the bridge of the Frigate, UNSC Hell on Earth, Cassy bit her lip. She was worried about the SPARTANs well being, and the ODSTs, notably she was worried the most about Mitch. She couldn't bear losing him, then she'd be the only one of her program left. But she had other emotions too, she and Mitch at one time had been "dating" each other, which was very odd for a SPARTAN. "Are you ok, ma'am?" Admiral Joseph Cross's voice broke her train of thought. She turned around and faced him. "Nothing's wrong, Admiral. Why do you ask?" she replied. He gave out a loud huff and looked onward at Doisac. "Don't you think you should be down there too? You are a SPARTAN." He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it. "My suits still in repair, sir. I'll be down there in a few hours, at least." Cassy said as she walked around the bridge. "SPARTAN, I want you to be ready. your suit will be finished repairs in one hour. By then I expect you in a Human Entry Vehicle." the Admiral tapped his cigar twice and ash landed on the floor. "Aye, sir." Cassy replied while she saluted and left the Bridge.
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Post by Danny on May 9, 2009 20:30:17 GMT -5
"Right!" Chandler replied. He climbed out of the mortar whole and jolted over to Matt's Ghost. He grasped onto the head rest and lodged his boots into the Ghost's back. He took up his Assault Rifle and tapped Matt on the back of the helmet with it. "Hit it!"
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 9, 2009 20:54:02 GMT -5
((OoC: ((OoC: To be presise, my only RP SPARTANs are Cassy-077 and Mitch-105. Those are my only two that I RP with, just to be clear. I thought so. In that case we should have no problems. Outside of the role play section (i.e. the Creativity section) you may have as many Spartans as you wish. And you're only supposed to make character profiles for the characters you will RP with. I’ve been trying to get that point across for a long time but no one listens to me. >_< ))
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 9, 2009 20:58:39 GMT -5
((OoC: ((OoC: To be presise, my only RP SPARTANs are Cassy-077 and Mitch-105. Those are my only two that I RP with, just to be clear. I thought so. In that case we should have no problems. Outside of the role play section (i.e. the Creativity section) you may have as many Spartans as you wish. And you're only supposed to make character profiles for the characters you will RP with. I’ve been trying to get that point across for a long time but no one listens to me. >_< )) ok, ok., sorry fo any inconvenience.
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 9, 2009 21:13:01 GMT -5
((OoC: No harm done. Just a misunderstanding. Though I think we have three characters and one member named Cassandra now. xD Hopefully that won't get too confusing.))
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 9, 2009 21:33:38 GMT -5
((OoC: No harm done. Just a misunderstanding. Though I think we have three characters and one member named Cassandra now. xD Hopefully that won't get too confusing.)) ((OoC: Ya, I hope so. Now, On with the show my companions!))
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Post by Auzzie Legend on May 9, 2009 23:43:54 GMT -5
((Talk OOC about your Spartan's in the Attack on Doisac OOC thread or something please, not here.))
The Prophet sat silently on the top floor of the tower, watching the scene in the distance unfold calmly, small explosions of blue plasma littering the battlefield, quite a beautiful sight to behold from a distance.
"Hierarch, the Wraith's are almost in firing position, they shall unleash their holy fire momentarily."
The Prophet of Chaos raised a hand and turned to face the same brute that had entered his chambers earlier, respectfully on one knee before his leader once again.
"Very well, call back the second wave and order them to take defensive positions around the Wraith's, upon reaching firing range, order them to bombard the humans unmercifully."
The Brute commander nodded his head in respect and rose off his knee, leaving the room shortly after. The Prophets gaze once again fell upon the battle in the distance, the blue beams irradiating from the engines of the ghosts as they changed direction drew the Prophet's eyes, silently observing as they began encircling the now stationary Wraith's, the cannon of each of the large vehicles rising from their concealed position within the Wraith, brilliant balls of plasma fire began exploding from the cannons, soaring off into the distance. The Prophet smiled.
It was time to see how skilled these 'SPARTAN's' actually were.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 10, 2009 0:05:34 GMT -5
Mitch looked up into the air and saw a ball of plasma hurtle toward him. "Oh son of a bi-!" he jumped of of his Ghost and ran like hell, but he was too late, the plasma blast hit the Ghost and the splash damage sent him flying. He was thrown across the ground like a stone being skipped across a body of water. When he came to a stop, he struggled to get back up, but couldn't. "SPARTAN down!" He yelled over the com. "Need immeadiate evac!"
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 10, 2009 8:42:21 GMT -5
Russell was knocked back as well, and his armor went into lockdown as he slammed across the ground. His shields were out and he was sure he had second degree burns on his body. Has the armor not locked itself it would be much worse-probably fatal.
He patched into Matt and yelled, "Yeah! Mitch is incapped (OoC: Short for incapacitated, where in this case, a soldier cannot move where he is required but is still living) and from the looks of it he's not getting back up for a while! I'm gonna pull him to safety, you patch into the Frigate and send something down here to pick him up!"
With that, he began running wildly towards Mitch, picking him up effortlessly and sprinting at the speed of a regular human but with twice the dexterity through the battlefield, knowing that if he stopped moving, it was curtains. And not just for him, for Mitch too.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 10, 2009 13:24:49 GMT -5
Cassy lifted her Mk. VI helmet and starred into it's visor, gazing back at her reflection. She worried to much, especially about Mitch. She put her helmet on and knocked on it twice. "Ma'am," a technician tapped on her armoured shoulder, she turned to face him. "The Admiral wants you down there ASAP. Appearently, UNSC SPARTAN, Mitch-105 has been injured. They're gonna need your medical assistance." he said. She nodded to him and picked up a large white duffel bag with a medical cross on it, then walked over to a nearby weapons rack and took a Battle Rifle and an SMG. She shouldered her Battle Rifle and put her SMG on her left thigh plate and checked for her Energy Sword, which was attached to her right thigh plate. She then sprinted for an HEV, secured her Battle Rifle and SMG, and stepped inside, the medical bag being held closely to her body. "Admiral, awaiting orders, sir." She announced over the com. "Prepare to drop, SPARTAN, have a good one." he said. "Oh, and one last order," he added. "What is it, sir?" she asked. "Give 'em hell." She smiled under her helmet as the HEV descended toward Doisac's surface.
"UNSC SPARTAN, Cassy-077 inbound with medical assistance." Alicia announced to all of the SPARTANs. Mitch noticed everyone's acknowledgement lights blink and then reviewed his damage. He wasen't very enthralled with the injuries he'd taken, nor was he suprised. He managed to speak up, "N-no, tell her to abort..." he told Alicia. "Mitch, she's enroute in a Human Entry Vehicle. There's no stopping her." she answered with a concerned tone. "Then tell her to stay out of the fight, dammit! I won't lose her too." he was fighting to stay consious, but it was a losing battle, the trauma from the plasma impact, and being thrown like a ragdoll across the ground, he knew he'd be out in a matter of minutes. Although he was relieved he wouldn't die, he wanted to do this. He wanted to stay in the fight.
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Post by Coconut on May 12, 2009 14:23:12 GMT -5
Matt's Ghost had started moving, with Chandler on the back, however he too couldn't quite avoid the plasma fire. "Incoming!" He roared, swerving the Ghost, yet the controls were different to those of a United Nations Space Command vehicle, and he couldn't make it. The plasma missile hit the sand nearby, sending up sand and stones with a crash. Flame licked around, plasma scorching the area black, and a wave of energy struck the Ghost. The Ghost rolled, swung and Matt was thrown from it, hurled across the sand, rolling and falling, until he came to a rest. His face was flat against the sand, and his armour had locked up. Scorch marks and soot covered his armour, and he wasn't moving. "Dammit, Matt, get up!" Setara's urgent and anxious voice echoed around his helmet. "You'd better move before they fire again!" Matt didn't respond. Setara swore. "Hang on in there. Time to shut off that lock down."
"Initiating protocol UN-LOCK, voice recognition code V-116."
There was a snapping hiss, and Matt pushed himself up with a press up like movement as his armour unlocked. Setara whooped inside his helmet as Matt grabbed his rifle. He had no idea what had happened to Chandler, but the rest were in a bad way. "Dammit." Matt swore, into his comlink, already running. "Get Mitch out of there ASAP. Russell, if you want to carry on fighting, do not get on board any Pelican. If you're too hit to go on, make sure you get the hell out of here." Matt reached the downed Ghost, flipping it over and jumping on. "Firebird 101, come in. Cassy, pull in and get Mitch out of here. Hop in and join the fighting; we need more SPARTANs! Tell the pilot to fire on the Wraith positions, give us some covering fire. Then we can move. Make sure he fires first, then picks up. I don't want the ship being destroyed at all, let alone with injured SPARTANs being on board." Matt keyed off.
"For now, I've got a battle to win."
Matt swerved the Ghost over, indicating another to the remaining SPARTANs, looking around for Chandler. "Chandler?" He roared, above the noise. "Where the hell are you? It's time to move!" He looked around for the remaining SPARTANs. "The second the Pelican launches on those Wraiths, creating a distraction, we move. Take out the Wraiths, or just get your way in. I don't care which, but don't take unnecessary risks, and don't put others in danger. If that's working, we're good. Chandler, wherever the hell you are, you'd better get on this Ghost..." Matt was getting worried. He had no idea where Chandler was. "It'll be fine, Matt." Setara said, her voice calming, like a balm to Matt. "Heh, I thought women don't like battle?" Setara laughed. "Oh, trust me. The bigger the explosion, the more the lady likes it." Matt laughed; Setara was one handy Artificial Intelligence unit.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 12, 2009 14:58:20 GMT -5
Cassy's pod landed and she immeadietly hopped out and grabbed her Battle Rifle and her medi bag. "This is UNSC SPARTAN-IV, Cassy-077, I have landed and I am running to assist Mitch-105, over. Please advise, Firebird." She didn't wait for Matt to answer and stopped at Mitch and helped Russell pull him back behind cover. "God dammit Mitch... Russell thanks for your help. I can take it from here." She opened the bag and took out a Regenerator, and a com pad. "Alicia, you there?" she said and Mitch struggled to move. Cassy locked Mitch's armour and checked his vitals. "I'm here, Cassy. Long time no see. Now, Mitch is is only hurt moderatly." said Alicia. "Just... need a moment." he had to be honest, he actually was happy to see Cassy, but he was pissed too. "Looks like it's only some bruises, minor sprangs, and two broken ribs. I' just gonna use the Regenerator. That'll stop the bruises and the sprangs." Cassy started the Regenerator and scanned the battlefield quickly. she quickly tapped Mitch's armour code on her compad:
"Initiating protocol UN-LOCK, voice recognition code M-105"
Mitch's armour unlocked and he sat up. "Good to see you, Cassy." he said as he took a Magnum sidearm out of Cassy's bag. She put two fingers up to her helmet, indicating a smile, in SPARTAN code. "This is UNSC SPARTAN Cassy-077, Mitch is battle ready. Matt-810, I suggest we EVAC and regroup, over." Mitch put a hand on her arm and shook his head. "Chandler's out there somewhere. We can't leave him." Cassy shrugged off Mitch's arm. "Mitch, listen, Chandler is missing, we'll find his body later. I'm sorry. But for now we need to get the hell out of here, if you havent noticed, we're screwed." Mitch growled and stood up. "Then stay here! I'm looking for him!" he yelled as he yanked out Alicia's crystal chip and threw it to Cassy and ran off into the battle field. "MITCH! STOP DAMMIT!" Cassy put Alicia into her helmet and ran for her HEV. "Matt-810, Mitch was advised to stay behind cover, he's looking for Chandler-056. Also, I request we get EVAC, now! Please advise, over."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 12, 2009 15:21:30 GMT -5
The Pelicans strafed around the remaining Wraiths, barraging them with devastating rocket fire. One of the Pelicans was a normal, standard issue Pelican, and the other, was refitted with a bigger troop bay. ((OoC: Bigger troop Bay Pelican't- halo.wikia.com/wiki/Troop_Deployment_Pod_(Pelican))) But as the Pelicans were finishing off the remaining Wraiths, plasma fire from the Wraith's mortars bombarded the Pelican that was the normal variant, sending it into the ground with an explosion. The troop Pelican finished off the Wraiths and flew around to the far side of the battlefield and hovered. "All armour dispatched, orders?"
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Post by Danny on May 12, 2009 16:44:49 GMT -5
Chandler finally regained consciousness. He looked around the cramped helmet, his armour had locked up, unlike the others, he didn't have an A.I to assist. "Power lines," he chuckled to himself. He began to breathe heavily, hoping his vital signs will pick up his heart rate and unlock the armour. "I hear something!" a voice whined. Chandler kept breathing and looked out of his helmet, he saw a lone Grunt examining the armour. "I killed a demon!" he cheered. Chandler couldn't help but laugh and all of a sudden his armour reactivated. He pushed himself up off the ground and grabbed the Grunt by the throat. "I'm not a demon," he growled, bashing the creatures head in. He dropped the body and stood up. "5-6 here, I'm back in the fight. Anyone seen my gun?"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 12, 2009 17:00:35 GMT -5
Mitch ran toward Chandler, full speed. "You lucky-ass son of a bitch!" He barked as he stopped in front of Chandler. "You ok? Nothing broken?" he said, giving Chandler his pistol. "Matt, Chandler is alright. Still no word from Padraig. I'll assume, KI-," Mitch paused and looked up at the hillside Padraig was residing on. He remembered firing his Spartan Laser at the Banshee's assaulting him, and remembering he left two alive. "I'll assume he's MIA. Over." Mitch sighed, shook his head and looked up into the sky. "Matt, requesting permission to search for him, over."
Jeff looked around his quarters onboard the UNSC, Hell on Earth. He wasen't particulary comfortable with his new accomodations. "So, why am I here again?" he asked, looking at the corpsman. "The Admiral will tell you later. For now, get settled in, you're gonna be here a while." the corpsman finished his sentence and left the room. Jeff sighed and unpacked his things. "Civi!" a crewman yelled from outside the door, "The Admiral wants you on the bridge!" Jeff left his room and followed the crewman.
When Jeff entered the bridge, he noticed a lone man standing at the bridges window. He was a tall man,roughly 5'9, he had brown, buzz cut hair, and a scruffy mousetache. The man turned around looked at Jeff with his dark hazel eyes. "Welcome aboard, sorry we couldn't meet sooner, you were in cryo sleep after all." the Admiral said. "I am Admiral Joseph Cross, pleasure to meet you, son." Jhe said, shaking Jeff's hand. "Likewise, sir. It's an honour to be here." he replied looking straight at the Admiral. "Now, I bet you're probably wondering why exactly you are here, aboard a UNSC Frigate, part of a classified mission." The Admiral checked on weapons station one and pacedaround the deck, smoking his cigar. Jeff noticed the partly charred insignia of the brand that made the cigar, Sweet William, the favoured cigar among the UNSCs officers. "Sweet William, eh? Heh, my father smoked the same brand before he died." Jeff replied, ignoring the Admiral's last sentence. The Admiral ignored Jeff and went on explaining. 'Look, I have ground teams at two locations down there, and," he pointed out the bridge's window to the Sangheili carrier at the right of the Frigate, "The Elites are at another spot down there. Which brings in you." he saud, turning to Jeff. "When we clear out one of the three specific area's we're fighting for I'm gonna need you to help my ground teams figure out what's down there." Jeff smirked. "You think I can help you explore an alien planet? Ha! I'm sorry sir, but I'm not much of any use to you. Just a lost cause. You might as well send me back to Earth." the Admiral gritted his teeth grabbed Jeff by the collar of his shirt. "Listen, I have ODSTs and the remaining SPARTANs down there trying to eliminate the final threat that humanity has, dammit. You think this is funny?" Jeff swallowed and slowed his breathing. "N-no sir. Not at all." Cross let go of Jeff. "Good." he said, butting his cigar in a ashtray beside the commanders chair. "But Admiral, SPARTANs are probably just as smart, if not, smarter, than me. Why can't they do it?" Jeff asked, fixing his collar. The Admiral sighed and looked out the window. "Son, if you're as smart as they say you are, we're definitly gonna need you."
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