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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 2, 2009 23:00:22 GMT -5
"let me take the Rangers on I hate those bastards and let me tell you if any one of you hurts The Yankees I swear I will light you on fire" said Matchsticks with a grin glad the gloom and doom talk was over. (OOC Rangers suck Devils FTW and watch Coach Hines now..YOUTUBE IT)
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Post by bismuth on Nov 3, 2009 1:13:34 GMT -5
"I would have if id known we were going to land.." Vince said, laughing. "Either way I'm going to find a way to Sydney after we send these rifters packing at New York"
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Post by Ares on Nov 3, 2009 8:10:27 GMT -5
Alex listened to the other stories of peoples' families- their life tradgedies, actually. The young Mediterranean man then head the more fun joking, and decided to do some himself. "I think we're going to the best place, actually." He pulled out a small camera from inside his breastplate. "I'm gonna conscript one of you guys to get my picture with some of the monuments- it's a habit."
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Justin-139 spoke into his comm after he had checked his systems and harness. "One-three-nine ready to kick some ass!" The pearly-armored SPARTAN glanced at Eo's avatar, still displayed on the holopad. Justin asked, "What?"
"Your core systems are still offline- you never pushed the big, green button."
Under his helmet, Justin-139 blinked his blue-grey eyes, and looked down at the controls. There was indeed a biig green button marked 'power.' The SPARTAN chuckled, "What would I do without you?"
Eosphorous began, "There is roughly 2, 4432, 8892 chances that without me you would die, and 98,043,888 chances that without me you would simply get lost in space. Now, including the other variables, there is a 6,981-"
"I get it!"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 3, 2009 15:46:34 GMT -5
"I'll do it I know just the place....and some of my own landmarks that aren't in the book you have not lived till you tried New York style Pizzia....on me when we all get a chance" said Matchsticks. He was broke so he would have to do some looting or actually report back to Amir Amjad Ghazi. He looked back at the group glad he had a helmet to conceal the look on his face. ((OOC Amir is his title which means Prince in Arabic and he is a rebel leader/contact I doubt he be a charcter but his name may come up if I decide Matchsticks gets caught or one of his henchmen comes to find Matchsticks who is suppose to be a spy but he hasn't been doing his job since the war started as he was fighting to protect humaninty))
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 3, 2009 17:26:57 GMT -5
((SPARTAN))
Mitch sighed as he awaited the order to drop. "Kinda reminds me of my days fighting the Innies." he said to Alicia. "Innies?" Alicia looked confused. "Oh that's right, you were made at the start of the great war!" Mitch answered. "Innies, Insurrectionists. Rebels. Biggest pains in the asses since the Covenant." he finished. Alicia thought for a second. "Oh, that's right! Appearently they were quite an obstacle for the UNSC."
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Post by bismuth on Nov 5, 2009 17:36:22 GMT -5
(OoC: ... are we ever going to land on earth?)
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Post by Danny on Nov 6, 2009 19:55:40 GMT -5
The Pelican had broken through the atmosphere and descended above New York city. "Never been to the States, myself," Lachlan said, looking out the cockpit, "Reckon they got one of those Broadway plays goin?"
As the Lachlan guided the Pelican around the city high rises, he noticed two UNSC Frigates descending above a Marathon class cruiser that was hovering above Central Park. As he looked out another view point, he noticed another Marathon cruiser on approach. "They're evacuating the city," Kelly said as a response to Lachlans confused expression. "Listen up troopers, the sky is a buzz of millitary and civilian transports, I don't want to get lost in that mess, so..." Lachlan then dropped the Pelicans troop bay doors and lowered the Pelican down into the middle of a street, "I hope you don't mind walking to your objective, not far from here anyway. Contact the cities AI if you get lost."
Carrie and Atlas cocked their weapons and leaped from the bird, followed by Charlie and a few other ODST's. The civilians were all rushing to the same location; Central Park. Police and the military struggled to control the crowd. "I hope we're not riot control." Atlas sighed.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 6, 2009 21:57:34 GMT -5
((ODST))
Mitch pulled the charge handle on his Battle Rifle, checked to make sure that all of his weapons were secure, and hopped out of the Pelican. He looked around at the panicked crowds of civilians all trying to get past the armoured riot officers. A couple civlians tried to assault a couple officers, but only to get beaten into submission by a few riot officers and then being cuffed and put into the back of a Police Warthog.
"This place is gonna go to hell real soon." Carmine commented as he checked his Sniper Rifle and observed the crowd. "No shit. Look at them. Just to get on that cruiser." Mitch replied. He looked up at the cruiser and noticed the name. 'BEYOND THE SEA'. "Huh. Good song."
Two UNSC soldiers ran to approach Mitch and the others. One was a female in standard issue Marine armour and the other wore ODST armour with a Medic symbol painted on his white chestplate. The ODST depolarized his visor and saluted, as did the female, who also spoke first. "Sir! Are you from Pelican Dropship Kilo-17?" she asked. Mitch depolarized his visor and looked Maria in the eyes. "Yea... that's us," he told her. He continued, "Master Sergeant Mitchell Edwin Johnson. Good to see you again, Maria." Maria nodded. "Corpsman Maria Rither and Junior Corpsman Robert Rodriguez here to escort you to the command centre! Please, follow us!" she gestured the squad to follow her and Rog. Mitch sighed, and rolled his head. "She hasen't changed a bit." he sighed. "Sir? You know her?" Carmine asked. Mitch turned to the squad and grinned. "Everyone, meet my fiancée, Maria." he said as he followed her and Rog.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 6, 2009 22:30:43 GMT -5
Matchsticks unleashed a burst of flame into the air above the crowds and then turned back to Mitch who said something about finances. "whats this about money" asked Matchsticks suddenly interested. (OOC I am aware what you said I just thought I would play on your words)
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Post by Danny on Nov 6, 2009 23:43:51 GMT -5
"I'm gonna go rustle up some cattle," Lachlan said with a terribly impersonated southern American accent. "What?" Atlas chuckled. "I mean, I'm going to go evac civilians," Lachlan coughed. "Whatever, just stay on station," he laughed, running after the group as the Pelican ascended and took off into the city.
"Fiancee?" Carrie questioned, jogging after Mitch. Atlas quickly caught up with her, grabbed her by the arm and tugged her away from Mitch. "I hope your personal relations with that trooper don't get in the way of the mission, sir." Atlas grumbled.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 6, 2009 23:55:47 GMT -5
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Mitch shook his head at Atlas's comment. "No... It won't happen again." he said. He smiled, "I won't let it happen again." he laughed as he followed after Maria and Rog. He looked at Maria. "What's the damage, Corpsman?" he asked her. "Nothing yet, Sir. Just dealing with riots and still trying to get HIGHCOM. So far, no luck. I don't know how long we'll last when the Rifters DO hit." Mitch glared at Maria for a second and then sighed. "As long as we get these civilians outta here beforehand, we'll be alright."
The squad rounded a corner and continued their run to the command centre.
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Post by Ares on Nov 8, 2009 13:19:40 GMT -5
Alex climbed out of the Pelican. He trailed along behind his CO, Matchsticks, Carrie, and Atlas. After listening to them talking small-talk, the Mediterranean young man followed as the ran towards the Command Center. As he dashed behind the ODSTs, the young man thought of an excellent idea... Well, for after the battle, of course. He didn't want to disturb the peace of the Unit- after all, dysfunctionality could get someone hurt or killed.
Alex's petty revenge for Mitch's misdoings on Aurora V would wait... After the Battle of earth, Mitch would rue to day he ever beat up Alex for his own mistake.
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Justin rolled his eyes, and complained into his comm. "Come ON, people! When do we launch? I wanna kill some of the bastards..."
Eo's avatar simply rolled its eyes, and exmined the data code on his right hand. Even A.I.s could get bored, apparently.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 8, 2009 15:11:39 GMT -5
Two policemen approached Matchsticks. "excuse me but we are going to need to ask you some questions sir" said an officer with an Arabic accent. "go ahead guys I will catch up they are probally just asking I assist in controling the masses or something" yelled Matchsticks to the group. The policemen grabbed him and dragged him into a dark alley way. "your late" said the other policeman. "look just give me some time I have been away for a while and haven't had time to snoop up some dirt for you" said Matchsticks trying to stall. "that never stopped you before" said the Arabic police man. "The mainframe has been shut down so I can't access it and when I was away there was no need to access it..must of gone out when I was gone..we had trouble calling for back up" said Matchsticks. "not good enough Matchsticks" said police officer number two. "then get that main frame back on and get all the data you can to report to us we will be waiting and I assure you that someone is always watching you and if you try to run you will be followed...and remember you don't talk Sarah gets it" said police officer number 2 as he ran his finger across his throat. "understood" said Matchsticks. "know tell you buddies we simply asked you where you and your pals were going when there are tons of civilians down here in panic that need to be controled" said the Arabic policeman as he patted Matchsticks on the back and lead him out of the alley. Matchsticks ran back to the group.
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Post by Coconut on Nov 10, 2009 14:09:29 GMT -5
The battle raged above Earth as if the very heavens were breaking.
The Rifter Emperor surveyed the tactical display on the bridge with a frown, before turning to his compatriots on the bridge. "They've taken to the surface. We won't be deploying boarding parties. Prepare and ready the missiles for work." The officer saluted, and took a key from a case, before twisting it in a lock. Keying in the code, this prepared and aimed nuclear missiles at Earth's surface. "Let's give them the chance to surrender, first, and give us the planet intact." Xiang smiled, and strode over to the firing button. Taking a moment to bask in the glory, he brought his fist down on the button with a crash. From another part of the ship, a missile fired, streaming towards Earth. Henno watched with a tight lipped smile as it hit an area of the planet not majorly significant but enough for a large number of deaths, the mushroom cloud covering the surface.
Now the battle was on.
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Post by Danny on Nov 10, 2009 17:15:32 GMT -5
"Just one?" Vlad asked, covering his mouth with his wrinkled hand, "One!" he exclaimed, "One missile caused all that damage!? Killed all those people!?" In a fit of rage he tossed down his Chatter and put his head in his hands. "Cassandra..." he sighed, "We can not win this," he said, turning to her with tears in his eyes, "Even if we could get the network online right now... it would not help," Vlad turned from her in thought, and came up with an answer to the question she was about to ask, "Evacuate."
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Meanwhile, in the heart of New York City...
"Look, I'm just sayin-" "Oh, sayin what?" Carrie interrupted, "Sayin that because you've been in the squad longer, you deserved that promotion?" "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm sayin," Atlas replied. "You're such a child," Carrie sighed. Suddenly their private transmission was interrupted, and replaced with static. Every radio frequency had been replaced with static. "What the hell is this?" Charlie asked, taking of her helmet and throwing it to the ground, that static was getting to her. All the advertising screens in Times Square suddenly went blank, and an image of the Office of Naval Intelligence logo appeared. A voice then rang out through the radios, through the city, through Earth. "Attention!" the voice rang out. The civilians stopped rushing to Central Park and looked up at the screen to listen to the voice. The ODST's stopped to do the same. "You are hearing the voice of Vladislav Alekseev, I am one of two UNSC High Commanders. People of Earth, we have encountered a new foe, a foe much more powerful than any force we have faced. We will lose this battle," he began. "What the hell is he sayin?" a civilian cried out. "What does he mean we're going to lose?" another yelled. "In every major city around the globe, there is an evacuation ship. A ship that will leave in thirty minutes. If you can not reach this ship in time... then I am sorry, and God be with you." The voice disappeared and was replaced with static. For a moment, all was calm in the city, quiet. The breeze could be heard flowing through the city. Atlas then decided to open his mouth, "f**k." The crowd then panicked, those that didn't drop everything they had and began running to the cruiser came running to the squad. "Sir, I believe it's in our best interest to get aboard that cruiser!" Charlie yelled. A group of civilians then swarmed the ODST's. "Please get us to the ship!" one cried. "Take me, please take me with you!" another yelled. Chaos ensued. "Sir!" Carrie cried.
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