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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 28, 2009 22:28:14 GMT -5
(Ooc it is alright if I have Dusty explain the Worm Sentinel? and then you can deside if you want us to ever encounter one?) Otto grabbed his helmet from the spartan and sat back down at the table...he calmed himself and then put his helmet on. "send me Dusty Thomas...tell him I am ready for him" said Otto to his bridge crew. "aye sir we will have him to your location ASAP" said Captain Himmel. *** Dusty grabbed his own personal notes and put videos on stand-by ready to be pulled up or transfered. A knock came at his door. "when your ready" called a voice. He took a deep breath and exited the room and was to no surprise a blonde haired private came to greet him but his time it was a chick and a rather attractive one at that. "names Dusty" said Dusty as he held his hand out. "Liesel" said the private. "you want to get a drink sometime" asked Dusty. "fine...now come on Saukerl" said Liesel as she walked forward. Dusty followed her to the hanger and he waved good bye from the pelican. He could of swore he heard her laughing..a good sign. *** The Pelican landed and Dusty headed for the mess hall. "Admiral I think I may have something you and your boys find interesting" said Otto over the comn to the Admiral. (Ooc by your boys I mean an admins charcter to also approve it). *** Katar laid on his stretcher and he regained consiousness. He was in a cold sweat and his head was killing him. He slowly got up. "good now stay like that for a while" said a medic as he placed objects so Katar would not fall back. "you didn't spill any unneeded blood did you" growled Katar. "no Councilor I know how sensitive you conservatives are" said the medic mockingly. "you have guests" said the medic as he rolled Katar into a room. "who..." asked Katar. "Some Council members and Shipmisstress Inwa' Killam" said the medic as he went to fetch the council members. (Ooc Anau hasn't been demoted yet has he?...if your still going to may Katar do the honors? )
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 28, 2009 23:00:48 GMT -5
Zarra hurried down one of the hallways to the room she taken when they were put on board the ship before the start of attack. The room had a couple of bunk beds, a table, and a few chairs. All were small for an Elite, but useable. "Just take a seat wherever," said Zarra, glancing back at Anau. She reached over the top of one of the bunk beds, where she had tossed her things, (only a small backpack now and a few sets of clothing she had bought during a short trip to Sangheilos after the last mission,) and after a few moments she brought down a medical kit.
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Post by Danny on Jul 29, 2009 16:26:41 GMT -5
(OoC: Specs, indeed he may. It'll be great for their character development xD)
Anau looked around the room and thought about where to sit. His weight would probably crush the chair and it didn't seem like he could fit under one of the bunk beds, so he decided to sit on the table. He sat himself down and removed the cloth when Zarra brought down the medical kit.
The officer stood when Mitch asked to leave. "Sure Spartan, but this is a classified op, no one but the Admiral, you and us know about it, keep this to yourself."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 29, 2009 16:40:35 GMT -5
Mitch saluted to the two Naval Officers, "Sir, yes sir!" he said as he left the briefing room. "Alicia watched Mitch leave and turn to face the Officers, "So, when is this mission commencing, sirs?"
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 29, 2009 19:44:15 GMT -5
Zarra sat down on the table beside Anau and took another look at the wounds, then started going through the kit. "I need to clean it a little better," she murmured to herself, pulling out another cloth and pouring some liquid on to it. "This stings a little," she warned, then began cleaning away more of the blood from his face. "I think a couple of these cuts will need stitches," she sighed, "this one almost definitely. I'll try my best to keep them from leaving any scars." She smiled, "Though I don't think a few scars would be enough to harm your appearance, they might make you look a little more rugged."
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Post by frostybullet on Jul 29, 2009 20:10:24 GMT -5
((Ooc: This scene reminds me of the "once a medic drawing" you did on Deviantart))
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 29, 2009 22:35:25 GMT -5
(OoC: I was sort of thinking of that.)
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Post by Ares on Jul 30, 2009 8:43:10 GMT -5
Zaku turned around, having felt someone's gaze fixated on him. Mildly irritated, the hulking Elite turned to look at the Sangheili staring at him. It was a medic, and he was nearly gibbering with horror. Now very irritated the golden-armored Zealot growled, "What is it now? How pathetically have I been harmed?"
The quivering young medic simply pointed, babbling inconsistently, his finger trembling and pointing to Zaku's stomach. The Zealot knew something was wrong now. The huge Ship Master looked down at his lower torso. There, he saw a great deal of blood, and a single Spiker Spike lodged in his gut. The blood loss had been so great that he hadn't even felt it. The Ship Master, having finally noticed the protrusion, gasped, and fell to the floor with a great clatter, as he was wearing a heavy suit of armor.
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Taro bellowed, "MEDIC!! We need a medic over here!"
As a squad of panicked elites dashed over with a stretcher, bandages, and other medical oddities, the cyan-armored Commando berated them. "No, no, you can't do it over here! Get him to the med station! We need someone really good for this! Move!"
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Post by frostybullet on Jul 30, 2009 12:52:19 GMT -5
Yura woke from his surgery. He had only been out for a little while, enough to get the shard of metal out of his leg. He looked to his right and saw a zealot being lowered onto the bed next to him. He had a spiker round in his stomach. Yura thought he reconized him from the tower, but wasn't quite sure.
Yura got up and found he could indeed walk on his newly repaired leg. He decided to walk to the hanger where his squadron was stationed. But before he could even get out of this hanger, his squadron commander was walking towards him angerly. He was soon shoving him against the wall. " Whats this I hear about you being shot down"? He said Yura knew his commander was short tempered, but never like this. " He shoved him against the wall again. " My pilots are never shot down!" Yura was starting to feel pain again. "Please sir, my leg, its-" His commander interuppted him. " Its what, hurt? Well that would never happened if you had followed orders!" Yura was angry now "It wasn't my fault!" The commander threw him to ground and walked away.
((Ooc: Quite a jerk ))
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Post by Danny on Jul 30, 2009 16:36:01 GMT -5
Anau chuckled at Zarra's comment and smiled. "Well, I have scars everywhere else, it's about time my face got its share. And thank you, I'll see someone in the medical station about these cuts."
Charlie entered the mess holding a shotgun in her right hand. She brushed past a few soldiers and took a seat close the bar. He leaned the weapon against the chair beside her and she called out to the marine behind the bar, "Glass of water and a cloth thanks." She then took off her helmet, placed it on the table and did her best to straighten her hair.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 30, 2009 17:37:23 GMT -5
A knock was heard on Katars door and fice Councilors glad in golden robes appeared. "how are you feeling" asked one. "fine thank you" said Katar. They began whispering for a moment. "Look to cut to the chase Councilor we think you are too old to be running around the battle field like an idiot we need in your offices planning wars not fighting in them...we will have the latest surveilence equipment for your use" said the main Councilor who was quite tall even for an elite thanks to his lifted shoes and tall stature to begin with. "and what if I refuse" aked Katar. "You don't" said the Councilor. "Over my dead body am I going to watch others do my work for me" growled Katar as he stood up. "fine we were just going to delete this auido footage of you claiming your hatered of humans Councilor but I am afraid it is going to be leaked over every battle net and broadcast channel we have....also we are requiring you to be under honor guard escort at all time...not one of your own but speical trained one...no you can't order them away they are only loyal to Eait here...and your clan will only have one representative on the council...besides yourself" said the councilor who pointed to another councilor in the group who was the head of defence. "fine I always hated this job anyways....your threats mean nothing just your fear of battle" said Katar. "Watch it Councilor or you may soon fine yourself rotting in a Battle Cruiser on the edge of space and your patheitc clan" growled the Councilor who was then restrained by the others. "if you change your mind about this contact us....here you have a little formality to take care of" said Eait as he handed Katar a file. The Council left and were replaced by two honor guardsmen. He looked at the file and cursed it was orders to demote the Commander. "find Commander Anau and tell him to come in here...I promise you I can't go anywhere" said Katar as he sat on the stretcher. The Honor Guards stared for a moment then left.
(Ooc What would you like Anau demoted to?)
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 30, 2009 18:19:40 GMT -5
"You can go to the medical station if you want," said Zarra, "but I don't mind seeing to your injuries myself. It's not any trouble at all, really, and I do still owe you." She paused for a moment, then sighed and looked at the floor. "I should have done what you wanted back at the tower. I shouldn't have lost my temper, especially not with you. I made a scene and I distracted you during the fight. I'm..." she sighed again, "I'm sorry."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 30, 2009 21:32:18 GMT -5
((ODST))
Mitch left the medical are and went back to the bar. He noticed Charlie and wemt and sat beside her. He hailed the barkeep for a Dos Equis. "Where the hell were you? You missed the fun."
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Post by Danny on Jul 31, 2009 2:26:36 GMT -5
(OoC: Bump him down to a Spec Ops Minor or a rank like that)
"No, you're right," Anau said. "It was what I wanted, not what was necessary," he sighed. "I let my personal feelings get in the way of the mission, and for that I am sorry. You and your Minor were perfectly able to fight," he sighed again. "You fought valiantly today." he smiled.
Charlie smirked. "What fun were you lot having here?"she chuckled, picking up the shotgun and cocking it. She then placed it on the table and began wiping it with the cloth.
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Post by thundercavalier on Jul 31, 2009 3:41:51 GMT -5
(Again, sorry for long absences and all that stuff. My parents are annoying. If this is somehow wrong or upsetting some plans, feel free to delete it.)
"Incompetent humans," Ultros growled, kicking over a nearby garbage can and nearly rupturing its fragile frame. "Heathen Spartans, treacherous Kig-Yars, its been so long."
He sighed, leaning against a nearby wall. The Plasma Rifle at his side rattled, giving him a nostalgic, but rather short-lived feeling that brightened his darkened spirit. After being shelved for so long, he had been introduced to the heroes of recent conflict, and his aspirations were crushed like Sangheili bones underneath the heretic Jiralhanae boot. For so long he had been denied something more, something he had strived long for.
... Truth be told, he wished to see the lush, fertile land of Sanghelios once more. He thought he had tired of the landscape after lounging in its sanctuary for so long, but the human facility just reminded him of grim memories, painful recollections of bloody tears staining the ground beneath. If anything, he wished to see if the Sangheilis that have served under the humans had truly enjoyed themselves as Intel stated.
And, to answer his question, before his eyes was a human, but a peculiar and fascinating one from the myraids of incompetents. For once, one of the humans emanated an aura of discipline, inspiration, and morale. In sharp contast to the joking, nearly drunk marines and ODSTs outside, this one seemed attentive, authorative, someone of power who could enforce his postion with an iron fist and sage wisdom.
"Hm... someone that could give me a good report on how these fools could have accomplished their outstanding feats. I just hope their command isn't as childish as their military. Excuse me, but can I please have a word with you?"
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