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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 15, 2010 18:47:19 GMT -5
Matchsticks got up apparently his prayer to God had been answered but now he had to say he was sorry to The Spartan...just for throwing the wine bottle he ment everything else he said to the Spartan. He then got up and approached The Spartan. " Look...seeing as well I don't want this is stain my permenant record...not my military one you could take a peak and see that I don't give a damn...anyways I wanted to say sorry for throwing a beer bottle at you....but thats it" said Matchsticks. " hey at least is something" thought Matchsticks. " if you want to kick my ass again due to my rebel sympatheses and because I did throw a bottle of wine at you and things go ahead knock yourself out but I think you need every last man you got here...you can do what you want with me after the fight" said Matchsticks just in case. "thats right everyone I am a Rebel....anyone want to do something about it then GO AHEAD MAKE MY DAY BECAUSE HONESTLY I AM TIRED OF LIVING IN FEAR MY ENTIRE LIFE EVEN BEFORE THIS WAR AND WAR BEFORE THAT STARTED WHERE I DID BLEED WITH YOU...FIGHT WITH YOU TO SURVIVE AND OCCASIONALY MADE UP FALSE REPORTS" said Matchsticks making a scene because quite frankly he was tired of it..plus maybe a good ass kicking was what the doctor ordered"
(OOC Well since I forgot Danny was leaving I decided to make a scene because we need a scene)
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Post by Danny on Jan 21, 2010 7:22:47 GMT -5
(OoC: Seriously? I was gone 5 days and the story has gone nowhere. The Elites need to be in this thread, right now.)
"Are you really doing this now?" Chandler asked quite calmly, as the Marine stood beside him, and the extermination of the Human race taking place in front of them. "If I hadn't dropped my M6 in the armory, your body would be on the floor and brains on the ceiling," he said, continuing to keep his composure. Chandler then turned away from the scene and faced the Marine. "You are forgiven. I would very much like to leave this life with as less enemies as possible," he said, then turning back to the destruction. "However if we do survive this, I will kill you." he added quickly.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 21, 2010 16:23:16 GMT -5
(OOC Not my fault ) " thats a bet Metal Head" said Matchsticks as he slapped a mag into his Assault Rifle.
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Post by Danny on Jan 26, 2010 16:46:56 GMT -5
The numbers of the Humans now seriously dwindled. The Rifters had ambushed the Humans once more, this time in the darkness of space. Ships that contained mainly refugees were targeted first, the ships that tried to fight were next. The Beyond the Sea dived below the fleet on the arrival of the enemy, a move that only granted them more time.
Chandler stood on the bridge next to the Marine that threw a wine bottle at him. They stood silently and watched as the hundreds of innocent Human lives were lost. "Sir, slipspace ruptures!" a crewmen suddenly cried, knocking Chandler out of his trance. "More of them? Jesus Christ, they really want us dead," Sanderson growled, somewhat pleased that his death would come more quickly. "Uh, no sir. These aren't Rifters. I'm reading Covenant ships!" "That... can't be," Sanderson said, leaving a computer terminal and standing next to Chandler. The three watched as a Covenant Assault Carrier excited slipspace followed by many, many other classes of ships. "Your miracle, Spartan?" Sanderson asked quietly.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jan 26, 2010 22:50:26 GMT -5
((OoC: I guess this is where everything is happening now. )) Zarra hurried toward the hangar's exit to avoid being drug off to the medbay by one of the medical staff, but didn't leave. Insted she lingered near the door, listening for any new information from the crew members that had come to help, and deciding if she still had the strength to make it all the way to the bridge to see what was going on for herself.
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Post by Ares on Jan 28, 2010 2:08:03 GMT -5
The Sangheili Fleet roared into orbit around New Jerusalem. The lead Assault Carrier was already powering up its main plasma mortars, and the beam cannons began to charge. Swarms of Destroyers poured power into their pulse lasers, and plasma torpedoes cocked into place. Many Frigates flooded New Jerusalem's atmosphere, and Light Cruisers poured into orbit. The second Assault Carrier arrived with a bang, and CCS-Class Battlecruisers appeared in a massive horde with the various other starships. Energy weapons charged, plasma cannons warmed up, plasma torpedos rolled into position, plasma mortars readied their aim, and pulse laser emitters heated. The fleet took aim at the Rifter Fleet that was both descending on the planet, and on the bedraggled UNSC remnants. --------------------- Zaku stood on the bridge of the Radiant Jewel. His golden armor shone dimly in the ethereally purple deck lighting. Curving silver and plum walls bent reflections, and glowing holographic panels shone in the semi-darkness. The Ship Master stood stock-still, even when the Assault Carrier ripped out of Slipspace. His unnaturally ice blue eyes glared foward with cold, hard determination- yet, somehow, fiery passion shone behind them, a courage to die for a friend, an ally- those eyes said that he was willing to fight to the humans, to the very last Sangheili. No doubt that the Council would consider that foolish and naive, but Zaku was unshakable. After their victory at the ravaged and melting Earth, the Sangheili crews and soldiers' morale had been exponentially expanded tenfold. Cold flames licked Zaku's eyelids, icy blue heatwaves of firm, but impassioned zeal. For the humans. ----------------------------- Plasma torpedos, energy beams launchers, plasma mortars and cannons, pulse laser emitters- all reached their peak of charge. The Sangheili Fleet, which had just arrived mere seconds before, seemed to freeze for a split second. The Rifter's flank was unguarded, as they expected no trouble. Then, everything released. A salvo of plasma rockets, bursts of pure energy, crackling plasma mortars, instantaneous laser strikes- all lanced out from the Sangheili Fleet, directly toward the Rifter Fleet. The Sangheili had beaten them once. Now it was time to beat them again.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jan 28, 2010 8:26:59 GMT -5
(OoC: How do you do that? Put the link in a word instead of having the URL?)
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 29, 2010 15:45:28 GMT -5
Russell looked outside. CCS battlecruisers? Thank Jesus the Covenant came to help.
He went to the bridge, assault rifle in hand, preparing for orders.
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Post by Danny on Jan 29, 2010 16:04:22 GMT -5
Chandler made a quick observation of the battle; victory was assured. He nodded, in joy and turned to face the Spartans and other soldiers on the bridge, "Spartans, Marines. To the hanger, we have a colony to save."
"This is Zulu zero-five-six, my bird is fully loaded and I am ready to drop," Lachlan announced over the radio. He slot Kelly into her AI port as he moved around the cockpit. "Are you going to do your stretches? You might be a little rusty," Kelly said, appearing on the console. "Please, this'll be a peace of cake," Lachlan chuckled, taking his seat. "We'll have quite a few Spartans on board, which means we'll have a fat ass," "Kelly, I know what I'm doing. But thanks for pretending to care," Lachlan replied. "Hm," she sighed.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jan 29, 2010 19:05:05 GMT -5
((SPARTAN))
Fully loaded head to toe with weapons, Mitch hopped aboard Pelican Zulu zero-five-six and was ready for battle.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jan 31, 2010 1:01:52 GMT -5
Zarra stopped a few crew members at the hangar entrance, "Do you know what's going on out there? Are warriors needed anywhere?" One shrugged. "Just get to the medbay," said another, "You look like you've been through enough today." Zarra sighed, "I'm not that bad off, and they have enough wounded down there already. I need something to do." "Just rest for a while and wait for orders," said the crew member, "No need to wear yourself out. We can take it from here." Zarra nodded, but was still unsure where to go. She finally sat down next to a weapon crate and leaned against it with a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. ((OoC: One thing that's anoying about having an injured character is they can't do much. ))
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 31, 2010 12:25:08 GMT -5
Russell clambered onboard Zulu, loading his MBR and getting ready to fight... like he always did.
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Post by Danny on Jan 31, 2010 16:45:03 GMT -5
Charlie sat up from relaxing on a Mongoose when everyone in the hanger began to mobilize. She slammed a clip into the butt of her rifle and jumped into the nearest Pelicans troop bay. Chandler was close behind her, jumping on board after taking a quick stop back at the armory.
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"Zarra," acknowledged Anau, as he approached her leaning on the weapons crate, "We'll be dropping troops where the Humans request soon. Insertion Pods... I'm not going to bother trying to stop you," he chuckled.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jan 31, 2010 17:09:10 GMT -5
" Shipmaster permission to take a group of elites and whatever humans I have under my command to join the rest of my kind on the surface" asked Otto eager to rejoin his comrades. The elites were nice but he wanted to be with the rest of his kind.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jan 31, 2010 17:48:14 GMT -5
Zarra grinned, opening her eyes. "Let's get ready then, though I was starting to think a nap would be nice," she laughed, "You're coming too, aren't you?"
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