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Post by Coconut on Jun 6, 2009 3:25:51 GMT -5
((OOC: Still just the SPARTANs for now; the other thread was getting too long.))
Mitch was gone, and Matt almost blamed himself for it. Many SPARTANs had been killed in the attack, but Mitch? He thought the guy just had that luck and general controversy to not be able to just roll over and die at the whim of some Brutes. Matt had seen him as he'd fallen, the floor collapsing beneath him. He almost blamed himself for the loss, but there was little he could have actually done about it... He was too far away, and it was a freak accident; the floor must have been weakened by the gunfire and conflict that had been raging about the room as they'd fought for dominance of the room. Or perhaps the explosion Matt had caused was what weakened the floor? No. He couldn't think like that. He couldn't lose his focus now on what ifs. Mitch wouldn't have wanted it. Mitch would have wanted them to get to the top of the tower and blow the hell out of whatever was leading the forces up there.
And then lower their part of the shield.
Cassy, Matt knew, would be taking it particularly hard. She'd known Mitch well, and the two went back some way. What would his death do to her? He couldn't afford to let her slip into the area of anger and a lust for revenge. Humanity as a whole must come first. Matt knew, or rather hoped, that Cassy recognised that. But grief was a terrible thing, and could twist even the most rational mind. He just hoped it wouldn't twist hers. They were in the lift, now, hurtling upwards towards whatever floor they'd have to get to and then fight their way to wherever the top was. Matt doubted it'd take them much past halfway; the designers would have had a sense of security and defensibility when they made it. Still, it was much quicker than walking up. Much less risk, too. They'd got out of the immediate scope of Brute fire, and now just had to make sure they didn't re-enter it at a particularly dangerous point again. That, of course, was the aim.
Matt just hoped it'd go pretty much according to plan.
The noise of the lift taking them up was relatively quiet, the clanking muffled by whatever the designers had put in to do just that. But Matt wasn't under any illusions; the Brutes down below would have contacted reinforcements, and told them about how the SPARTANs were in the lift. They'd be ambushed when they reached the top, and each SPARTAN had to be full on guard. That much, Matt knew, was definite. "It's alright, Cass." Matt absent mindedly said to Cassy. The lift was filled with SPARTANs, ten of them including Matt, Cassy, Russell and Chandler. "We'll all miss him, but he gave his life for the cause; you dying or putting yourself in danger for a misbegotten sense of revenge would just be wasting his sacrifice. We can't do that." Matt looked at her, through his helmet, before addressing the SPARTANs as a whole. "Alright, they'll be waiting at the top, ready to ambush us. We must get out as soon as possible and bring the fight to them."
"Lock and load, SPARTANs."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jun 6, 2009 17:16:42 GMT -5
Russell responded with, "Roger that."
He then turned to Matt. "Hey, you think we're gonna die at this part?"
He then racked his BR55.
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Post by Danny on Jun 6, 2009 17:54:59 GMT -5
Chandler lifted his Brute Shot and looked up at the approaching floor. Poor Mitch, he was going to miss the best part. He lowered his head and looked around at the Spartans, but focused on Matt. No Spartan he's ever known offered support for another, he'll keep an eye on him.
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Jun 7, 2009 4:10:01 GMT -5
Echoes bounced off the walls around the moderately sized group of Brutes marching loudly through the long, brightly lit hall, filing through the large archway that lead into the room that would no doubt become the death place for some, yet the gold armoured brute towering at the head of the group was confident his forces were adequately prepared for this. There was no more noble way to come to ones end then to give said life defending the Prophet and of course, Doisac.
The Prophets orders to the Chieftain had been clear, prevent the demons from progressing any further into the Tower. The Chieftain had hand picked the squad taking up positions around the room, he felt confident this skirmish would no doubt succeed.
The Chieftain signalled two Brutes on either side of the large shaft, they only had about thirty seconds to get ready.
"Leave none standing."
The cold words echoed around the room as the Chieftain gripped a large crate beside him and pulled it down with a crash before positioning himself behind it and withdrawing two Plasma Rifles. He would not allow anyone to leave this room while he still drew breath.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jun 7, 2009 15:39:43 GMT -5
Cassy shook the thought of Mitch, made one last check to her rifle, and prepared for the worst. "Thank you, Chief, I'll be ok." she patted Matt on the shoulder and gave him the "smile" signal. "If you don't mind, I'd like to pair up with Chandler."
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Post by Danny on Jun 7, 2009 17:27:55 GMT -5
"Don't need to ask, sweet heart," Chandler laughed, moving across the lift and standing beside her. "So long as you promise to watch my back, we should be fine."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jun 7, 2009 17:40:01 GMT -5
Cassy grinned under helmet. Chandler actually seemed to cheer her up. "Alicia, I want you to get ready for immieadiate transfer. As soon as we get up, Chandler and I are gonna head strait for any computer system up there and you're gonna deactivate the barrier." "Roger that."
"We've lost three longswords!" said one of the crewman aboard the Durandal. Captain Michelle Laflaga had just arrived to stop a Seraph squadron from destroying the Hell on Earth's bridge. "Shit. How's the Hell on Earth?" she asked, pacing around the deck. "So far, only minor damage. They've been able to hold out pretty good so far." the crewman answered. Michelle thought for a moment, and turned to the screen in front of her. "Send half of our Longswords to the Harvest Rejoice, and the remainder to the Hell on Earth. Notify everyone to a lifeboat. we're gonna be a distraction." she activated a com link to Matt. "UNSC SPARTAN-II Matt-081, Chief, we're evacuating the Durandal. Report back to Alpha base and rendevous with the survivors after you've completed your objective. Please acknowledge."
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Post by Coconut on Jun 10, 2009 15:18:24 GMT -5
"SPARTANs never die." Matt said, snapping his gun into loaded mode, ready for the combat he knew would soon come. The lift was slowly moving up, the top deck the SPARTANs were on waiting for the inevitable. If they were to wait on the bottom deck, which the ramps on either end of the top deck led to, they'd be blown to pieces. They had to make their way off the lift as soon as was humanly possibly. Well, humanly or otherwise. They'd still do it. Unlike many lifts, this didn't have any cover on the top floor. It was completely flat. The designers had kept security in mind when they'd built it, and those very same designers were really starting to piss Matt off. "We'll need to get off this lift as quick as is possible, SPARTANs. Or we'll be blown to pieces in seconds. Setara, give me a time of arrival; guess." "Guess?" Setara's wry reply came back. "Thirty seconds, Chief." "Thirty seconds." Matt nodded.
"Be ready, SPARTANs."
A Brute leapt from above as the arrival point came into view above. Matt fired in a line that cleaved the front of the Brute into small holes, the Brute dead before it landed. The dead Brute hit the deck with a smash, two comrades following it. Matt had no idea who shot them. With an echoing clang, the lift locked into it's berth. The crack of Brute shots firing and the bright glare of blue plasma grenades lit up the area. Next to him, Matt saw a Brute shot send a SPARTAN reeling backwards, before a grenade blew him apart. "Move it, Chief!" Setara screamed in his ear. "Move!" Matt roared, leaping off the platform and kicking a Brute in the face. There was a crunch as it's jaws broke, Matt ramming his rifle into it's head and firing. There was another sickening crunch as it roared, before collapsing, dead. Matt strafed two more leaping at him, before it's final ally went berserk and charged him, shoulder lowered.
"Not today, bastard."
There was an explosion from behind him, and Matt heart the unmistakeable screech of burnt, twisted, collapsing metal and stone. The lift had been blown out behind them, and Matt hoped that the other SPARTANs had leapt off as he had. Matt fired at a pair of energy cells, watching as they exploded and engulfed a group of nearby Brutes. Matt leapt onto a crate, firing down on nearby Brutes before leaping backwards to avoid a blast from another enemy. Stumbling, Matt had enough time to look up into the face of a roaring Brute. Somehow, the Brute was blown apart before his eyes; he owed someone. "That was close." Setara observed. "I know." That was all. Matt had seen what looked to be a Chieftain behind a crate, and as he leapt he hurled a grenade behind it, rolling around to fire behind the crate.
He'd kill the Brute.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jun 10, 2009 16:02:42 GMT -5
"Lucky throw." "Bullshit." Cassy anwered to Alicia as she scoped the room for a computer of any kind. "Chandler! This way!" She actually didn't know where she was going.
"No response from SPARTAN-081, ma'am." "Damn! How many lifeboats have made it off so far?" Michelle asked, pacing around the deck. "Seventeen out of the 49 on board have made it off so far. The others are still waiting for their respective evac teams." the crewman replied. Michelle looked at her birdge crew. They were her evac team. It was then when two plasma bolts hit the Durandal, sending everyone who wasen't strapped in to the ground. "Ma'am! those hits were critical! We need to leave!" The crewman said as he stood up. Michelle forced him back into his seat. "Jenkins, you aren't going anywhere until all evac teams are off this ship." Jenkins hesitated, then sat back down and continued his work. "47 of 49 evac crews are off the Durandal, ma'am. Can we leave now?" Michelle frowned, and went to a nearby locker. Inside was a Marine battlefield outfit and an Assault Rifle. "We really should." Everyone in the bridge jumped out of their seats and grabbed a pistol from a weapons rack. "Corporal Lockheart and squad here to escort you on the drop, ma'am!" said a marine as she saluted. "At ease. C'mon, lets get the hell off this bucket!"
"Critical hits! we're going down!" Yelled a crewman on the Hell on Earth. "Admiral?" Joseph stood for a moment and then looked around at everyone. "We're going down now! Karin, set a crash course for the nearest and safest spot near Alpha base!" he barked, grabbing a pistol. "Done. Sir, I'm ready for immiediate transfer." The AI replied, her eyes looking at the Admiral. Joseph nodded, tapped a few buttons on the terminal, and extracted her from it and inserted her into a portable terminal. "Get to the lifeboats! On the double!"
Mitch looked at the forerunner switch, then looked around the room. He heard echoes of gunshots and explosions. Hopefully everything was alright. He looked back at the controls and put his hand over the holo-controls, and activated it.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jun 11, 2009 18:01:39 GMT -5
Russell continued to fire and saw a few Brutes moving towards Matt. He shouted, "Matt! Look out!" before tossing a dead Brute's Spike Grenade towards the group. A sick smile came across his face under his CQB helmet as he watched the grenade explode and send spikes shredding through the Brutes. He was distracted and was hit by another Brute before he melee'd it and then shot it's eyes out. Blind, he shoved a frag grenade down its throat and killed it. (OoC: SPARTANs watch out for SPARTANs. )
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Jun 12, 2009 4:50:39 GMT -5
The chieftain heard the soft clang beside him as the grenade bounced along the top of the crate before coming to rest at his feet. He reacted swiftly, swiping his large boot at the grenade, sending it bouncing across the room toward a fellow brute, exploding immediately as it reached the creature, incinerating it within the fury of the explosion in a matter or milliseconds.
A necessary sacrifice.
The Chieftain pulled his duel wielded Plasma rifles and unloaded the bolts into an approaching SPARTAN, tearing through its shields and wounding it severely, plasma burns lining its right leg as it pulled itself along the ground in agony. The Chieftain moved over to the crawling SPARTAN and ejected his wrist blade from the armour encasing his hand, the sharp blade shining in the artificial light around him. The Chieftain then plunged the blade through the SPARTAN's visor, smashing the orange screen and enveloping the small helmet with oozing blood.
A small barrage of bullets suddenly began erupting from a short distance away, bouncing off the perfectly shined floors below and ricocheting away. The Brute Chieftain leapt to his leapt, clinging to a box near the direction of the bullets and hurling himself at the SPARTAN wielding the weapon, smashing his fist into the SPARTAN's shields, tearing them away from the blue armour encasing its body. The Chieftain then gripped the SPARTAN by the neck, only to have the cold blade of a knife tear into the muscle on his forearm, causing the Chieftain to howl in pain. Swiftly, the Chieftain snapped the SPARTAN's neck and dropped it to the floor, ripping the knife from his arm and taking cover behind yet another crate to treat his wound briefly.
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Post by Danny on Jun 18, 2009 0:44:46 GMT -5
"Cassy!" Chandler yelled, pursuing her. As soon as he caught up to her, he put his hand on her shoulder and forced her behind a weapons canister. "What the hell was that?" he asked furiously. "Trying to get yourself killed?" he added. He fired a few rounds from the Brute Shot and confronted her again. "Stay here and shoot. Cover me while I move up," he ordered, firing another round from the Brutes weapon and moving off.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jun 18, 2009 9:18:22 GMT -5
Cassy sighed and followed Chandler, only to be hit in the side by two spikes from a Brutes Spike Rifle. "Unh! Dammit!" she exclaimed, trying to ignore the wound. There was no time to treat it so she took aim with her Battle Rifle and prepared to fire. Her vision was a little hazy, she shot, but her shots didn't hit the Brute. They hit Chandler.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jun 18, 2009 14:55:00 GMT -5
Russell saw what was happening, and he practically yelled "God damn this!" into his comlink as he saw Chandler get hit with Battle Rifle fire. He understood what had caused that, but they had already lost a few SPARTANs here: Russell personally didn't want to lose any more. Especially Matt, Chandler, Cassy, and the ones he knew. He ignored it for now, and shot the Brute who fired on Cassy, who returned fire-but not for long. The Brute dropped his Spiker as Russell shot his head with a Magnum blast and replaced his SMG with the Spiker.
He would keep this Spiker for the rest of his life.
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Post by Danny on Jun 18, 2009 16:20:48 GMT -5
Chandlers shields flared and he turned to glare at Cassy. He stomped over to her and put both hands on her shoulders. "Stay, here." He ordered, tossing her behind a pillar for cover. He reloaded his Brute Shot and returned to the fight.
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