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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 10, 2009 20:51:40 GMT -5
"OH shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shi-" "Carmine! That's enough!" Mitch shouted above the crowd. "Squad! Off the streets! Move your asses!" he yelled to the squad. Maria and Rog followed. Maria panted as she caught her breath. "Got anymore bright ideas, Sir?!" she asked, now pissed off. "Oh piss off, Maria! It's my first day on the job. Oh, and that's another thing. Why aren't you happy to see me? We haven't spoken for a year and now's when you wanna start being a bitch?" Mitch asked, stepping in front of her and taking off his helmet. "Oh don't start, Mitchell! YOU f**ked up! Not me! Then you left me alone with our chi-" Mitch cut her off. "Maria, I WAS FRAMED! WHAT THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?! HUH?!" Maria punched Mitch in the face. "You're still as stupid as you were when I met you!" she said. "Oh that's real origin-" before Mitch could finish, Maria kissed him for a moment. Mitch hesitated, and then put his arms around her and accepted the kiss. "What was that about?" he asked when she finished. "What? I missed you." she answered, pushing him to the wall and then turning to the squad. "I know a short cut to Beyond The Sea. Follow me and Rog..." she turned to Mitch and took his Battle Rifle, "...and try to keep up." she glared at him and began to lead the way. Rog pulled back the chamber on his M6G Magnum, shook his head, and followed her. "You heard the lady! MOVE!" he ordered, then laughed and joined Maria. Carmine took off his helmet and scratched his head. "What the f**k just happened?"
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Post by Danny on Nov 10, 2009 21:47:01 GMT -5
"I'll tell you what happened, he just ripped off an entire scene from-!" Atlas's rant was interrupted when Carrie punched him in the side. "Shut up and follow the woman!" "Mitch? Alright sure," Atlas laughed, quite hard, as he ran after the group. "Glad at least one of us are making jokes," Charlie said as she ran past, "Marine, where's the ship docked?"
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"Squad, come in. Squad, do you read me, over?" "Radio's completely out," the co-pilot advised, "I cant even read their beacons," "I've got mates down there," Lachlan growled. "You know what else is down there?" the co-pilot asked, "Families, children, scared families and children. If those ODST's don't make it to the cruiser, they die doing their job. If those civilians don't make it to the cruiser, they die for no reason at all," Lachlan stared blankly outside the Pelican. There were two cruisers, the Beyond the Sea was about to dock and the Centrelink hovered above Central Park. "There are people on the rooftops," Lachlan said, "We'll get them off."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 10, 2009 21:56:54 GMT -5
Matchsticks cursed as the bomb went off and cursed as he saw the couple kissing. "I have to save someone" said Matchsticks as he ran in the opposite direction of the crowd. They were probally in their apartment thinking the announcement was more ONI propoganda. He pushed his way through the crowd and dissappeared into the sea of people.
(OOC Don't worry I assure you that Matchsticks can hitch a ride with his Rebel friends and track down the frigate and get aboard unnoiticed. He has family members and future family members to save)
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Post by Ares on Nov 11, 2009 18:40:17 GMT -5
Alex watched the ridiculous scene between Mitch and Maria... As they set off at a run, Alex de-polarized his helmet and rolled his eyes at the dysfunctional pair. The Mediterranean young man replied to Carmine, "I have no f*cking clue. They're just a two-freak team..."
He left it at that, dashing after the dysfunctional duo and Rog. What a day... nothing constructive had even happened so far!!
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 11, 2009 19:11:30 GMT -5
Matchsticks ran through the streets and kept getting pushed by people going in the opposite way that he was going. "Hey if you still want my black mail alive I suggest you get a Pelican or something to pick me up" said Matchsticks over his secret channel that connected him to the rebels. "On it" replyed a voice. "oh and also you might want to bring something with a slipspace drive I assure you everyone will be too freaked out to care why a 3rd ship has appeared and suddenly vanishes. "fine we will send a Prowler to get you as well we don't want to get blown to shit by the Rifters...we will follow the UNSC ships wake and drop you off...enjoy your little reunion while it lasts as soon as that thing lands we are taking Sarah back" said the transmitter. "yeah yeah sure whatever" said Matchsticks. He sighed never announce an evacuation to everyone as panic and choas would ensure. He saw the cops had a Warthog and decided that he needed to take it. He signaled it over and proceeded to burn the crew. He revved the engine and took off towards Apartment Distract E.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 13, 2009 17:16:07 GMT -5
Mitch, Maria, and Rog all ran together while the rest of the quad trailed closely behind them. Maria stopped to look around. "Son of a bitch..." she looked up and saw an NYPD Pelican land on top of a three story apartment building. Mitch noticed it too and looked around at the riots of panicked people. "This party's gettin' crazy!" "Let's rock!" Maria instantly replied as she made a run for the dropship. "Up the fire exit!" Mitch followed and gestured for the rest of the squad to follow.
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Post by bismuth on Nov 14, 2009 1:14:01 GMT -5
Vince followed the squad up the stairs. As he jumped up the stairs he commented to Carmine "What is this? We land on earth to... protect the cities?" halting in between breaths, he continued as they climbed the stairs.
"And now, its chaos and we're running for our lives up some god damn stairs to an NYPD Pelican?"
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Post by Danny on Nov 14, 2009 17:41:04 GMT -5
"Welcome to the UNSC," Charlie laughed, following Vince up the fire escape. "Can we please just focus on getting on that pelican?" Atlas asked as he flung his rifle over his shoulder and began making his way up the escape.
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Post by bismuth on Nov 16, 2009 16:29:07 GMT -5
"focus on that pelican my ass.." Vince muttered.Reaching the top of the stairs he realised something strange. "Why are the NYPD saving our asses and not the UNSC?"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 16, 2009 16:52:53 GMT -5
"Because the UNSC has something better to do." Mitch replied as he approached the pilot. "You guys need evac?" The single police officer asked Mitch and Maria. "Yea! Can you get us to the Beyond the Sea?" Maria answered. The police officer nodded and gestured the squad to get in. Mitch and Maria stepped in first. Maria sat down on the first seat on the right closest to the bay door. Mitch stood beside her and held on to a handle on the ceiling. Rog sat down beside Maria and Carmine sat opposite of her. "Hey, where's Matchsticks?" Carmine asked. Mitch shook his head. "Poor bastard probably got lost in the crowds. It's too dangerous to go look for him. I just hope he can get out alive and in time." Mitch answered. He sighed and looked up at the Empire State Building. "I read his bio and the man's bin' through it all. It'd be a shame if he was lost to the riots. Son of a bitch can survive anything." he looked back at everyone in the Pelican. "Everybody alright?" he asked. Rog gave a thumbs up, Maria nodded and Carmine tapped his helmet.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 16, 2009 18:03:21 GMT -5
by this time Matchsticks had made it to his grandpa's apartment complex and had picked up the two rebel cronies. "Grandpa we need to get out of here now a Pelican is coming soon grab all you want to take with you" said Matchsticks as he barged into the door. "alright" replyed the grandpa as he gathered a bunch of papers into a breifcase. Grandpa Matchsticks also grabbed his old shotgun and slung it over his shoulder. "I got everything attend to Sarah" said Grandpa Matchsticks as he gathered all of his data he collected on the UNSC for the rebels. Matchsticks knocked on the spare room of the apartment where he and Sarah shared. "hey babe gather your things we need to leave" said Matchsticks. "the rebels" whispered Sarah. "no" said Matchsticks. "you got found out" asked Sarah. " no never" said Matchsticks as he dumped the drawer that contained all of his belongings into a duffelbag. Sarah asked no more questions and simply gathered her belongings in silence. Once everything that could be carried was gathered up and taken to the roof the LZ of the rebels Pelican. "you guys are coming" asked Matchsticks to the cronies. "if you run we will always follow remember besides your work could use improvement" said a cronie. "fine" muttered Matchsticks as he sat on his bag with Sarah on his lap and his grandfather standing above him. "behave grandpa" said Matchsticks. " I will" murmed Grandpa Matchsticks. The Pelican arrived and the cargo was loaded and everyone piled in and hung on as the Pelican took off and headed towards the UNSC beyond the sea. He tossed his helmet aside and smoked to calm his nerves as he was now offically homeless. He looked at Sarah her eyes were wet but no tears flowed. "go to sleep it will help you relax" said Matchsticks has he placed her head on his shoulder. (OOC Change of plans everyone will be joining you)
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Post by Sniper Fox on Nov 17, 2009 13:57:50 GMT -5
"Boy, I'll tell you," Fox said while trying to catch his breath, "this sort of reminds me of Reach, with all this panicking and such. I just hope the outcome isn't the same."
Something doesn't add up. Like Vince said earlier, we were supposed to be protecting the city, not leaving it. Something bad must of happened. Great, he thought, this op must be taking a turn for the worst.
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Post by Danny on Nov 17, 2009 18:32:17 GMT -5
Ioannes stood tall; victory was upon him. The Human fleet had been destroyed, their orbital defence platforms too. The Human race was in the palm of a Rifter hand."Fire another rocket," he ordered, "Aim for the center of that continent, I want them to know fear before we exterminate them," "Firing," an officer complied.
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"Get aboard, get aboard!" Atlas yelled, rushing the last civilians on the rooftop into the Pelican, "Carrie, come on, move it!" Atlas took an ODST's hand and pulled himself into the Pelican. Carrie lifted a child into the Pelican before something else got her attention. A twinkle, just off the horizon. She stepped away from the Pelican and walked over the edge of the building, looking in land. The twinkle appeared once more, but was suddenly replaced by a flash of light. Carrie grunted and moved her hands up to shield her eyes. When the light faded, a mushroom cloud sat on the horizon, "Oh my god."
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"Holy hell!" Lachlan cried as he was blinded by the flash. The Pelican suddenly tilted forward and dived into the city when controls were lost, "f**k, my eyes!" "Taking control!" Kelly advised, yelling over the cries of the civilians in the troop bay. Lachlans vision soon returned, but the sight he returned to was a grim one. "It's the God damn apocalypse..." the co-pilot sighed. "Kelly, take us up," Lachlan ordered with a soft tone. The Pelican ascended above the skyline to get a better view of the mushroom cloud. The sky had gone red, Rifter ships began to appear in the atmosphere as more rockets began to fall. "...time to go!" Lachlan cried, taking back the controls and diving the Pelican towards the Beyond the Sea.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 17, 2009 21:12:54 GMT -5
The Pelican rocked and plummted for a moment as the shock of the explosion shook it and stunned the pilot. He quickly regained his composure. "welcome to hell" said the pilot. Matchsticks looked at his rebel friends who were holding back smiles. "so this is the way the UNSC falls in fire and brimstone" murmered one. "and by rockets and bombs" added the other. Matchsticks considered punching them in the face, pushing them off or simply burning them into ashes but he couldn't...not if he wanted to keep Sarah safe...the made it clear last time and she still wore the scar. " I am sorry son" said his grandfather. "why are you sorry this is what you wanted" said Matchsticks bitterly. " you know that is a lie son...and I know you wish for the UNSC to fall as much as I do but I did not want it to end like this" said his grandfather. Matchsticks cursed the old man was right. " step on it" yelled Matchsticks. " I am going as fast as this bird will let me" said the pilot who dumped all the excess fuel he had into the engines to speed up. The pilot opened a channel with the UNSC. "This is Pelican 699 just letting you know but my Pelican is full of r......*static and a mixture of choking and gurgling his heard followed by a crunch and the transmission ends". "sorry about that but he just went into shock...I am his copilot and have taken command of The Pelican....he was merely imforming you that his Pelican is full of r...regular Joes" said the Arab accented rebel. The Pelican raced towards The Beyond the Sea and managed catch up to a Pelican also heading to the ship. They tossed the pilots body out of the back hoping the choas would ensure nobody saw it.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 18, 2009 19:59:17 GMT -5
"This is f**king rediculous! Do they not realize what they're doing!?" Yelled Carmine. Mitch looked out at the destruction. "This world will end. Not with a wimper, but a bang..." he said to himself. Rog took off his helmet, revealing his green eyes, tanned skin, and shaved head. He looked at Maria, and then Alex. "You know, last time I talked to my momma, she asked me if I was still a praying man..." he looked outside and then to Atlas, "...I told my momma that I still was. But now? I guess we'll just have to pray harder..." he looked at Maria, "'Cuz it ain't working!" he faintly smiled at her and layed his head back.
Mitch smirked at Rog's comment and looked at Carrie. Poor girl. he approached Carrie and took off his helmet and put a hand on her shoulder. "Carrie. There's nothing more any of us can do here. C'mon, let's go." he said to her in a gentle tone.
Two Shortsword Bombers flew overhead towards the remains of the explosion. Mitch walked back inside the Pelican to his previous position.
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