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Post by Danny on May 18, 2010 21:56:05 GMT -5
(OoC: If you're on Sanghelios, post here. Don't make a thread.) "You've had three months, please tell me we have something," Charlie asked as she paced back and forth in front of a computer terminal. A young man behind the console agitatedly scanned his screen and brought up files, "Yes, yes ma'am I have them, just-" "Jesus Christ, do you know how much time and money QoC has invested in this?" Charlie raged, approaching the young man, possibly in his late teens, cowering behind his computer. "Here!" he panicked, handing over a data pad. Charile snatched the pad and analysed it, "Thanks," she said, tucking the pad into the back of her custom painted O.D.S.T suit. "So... we're cool, right?" the teen asked. "Sure, we're cool," Charile said, giving the boy a wink and placing on her helmet and stepping out of the room. Two Quartz of Cambridge men stood outside waiting and greeted her with a nod, "Have you got it?" one asked. "Yep," she replied casually. The mercenary trio clad in their heavily modified and personalised armour then moved off down the street crowded by Human and Sangheili alike.
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Post by cainvoorhees on May 18, 2010 22:01:46 GMT -5
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"Give us back our leader!" said the voice. Slowly, Bass's feet laid themselves on the edge of the desk as he dangled the phone between his thumb and forefinger, leaning back into his wooden chair. Across the desk sat another human, tied, blindfolded and gagged, his eyes frantically scanning across the room around them. Two other Pulse members stood next to him, their faces stern and their weapons, Sanghelli plasma rifles, heating the captive's face.
Bass scratched his head. If the captive could see, he would see a scar across Bass's left cheek glaring back at him as Bass gave a low chuckle into the phone. "Who, us? Elia's gang?? If you want him, you're gonna have to come get him, Prawn. You know where we are located."
As the voice on the other end shouted curses at its nameless antagonist, Bass laughed as he hung up. The stern Pulsians broke their stone faces and cracked a smile as well. "Is this the end of the Pan Prawns?" one of the Pulsians asked.
Bass stood up, his boots making a click against the gravel floor. Making his way towards the door, he chuckled, "Oh, if not the Pan Prawns, then The Devils. After the next week, we'll have one less human gang on Sanghellios."
"And the captive?" the Pulsian asked.
"The Pan Prawn leader?" Bass smiled at the Pulsian as he opened the door, "Kill him and incinerate his body."
In the hallway, Bass could hear the muffled screams of their captive and gunfire of the plasma rifle through the closed door. "Hahaha... Another day's work well done."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 18, 2010 22:09:21 GMT -5
(OOC Mind explaining whats going on with The Heartless...I should of claried The Heartless is an elite only military/"terrorist" organisation composed of mainly elites but it does have jackles and brutes in it and a rare hunter. The Leader is Vien Yamosay (formerly Vien Yamos(ee); Katar's little brother who was exiled from the Yamos(ee) clan at the age of 15 left to fend for himself on a prison world
If you want the other gang I run The Devil aka Elias Gang then go ahead and use them instead. )
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Post by cainvoorhees on May 18, 2010 22:14:37 GMT -5
((OOC: I modified the post so we should be good for now. I just wanted to get a story going off the bat.))
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 18, 2010 22:49:51 GMT -5
(OOC Gang Wars Anyone? Heartless are ready to play ) Councilor Katar Yamos read the reports Commissioner Vran had sent him about how the Pan Pran had be supposivly violently murdered by The Devils. "you sure this report is right The Devils don't really have a history of harming the other human gangs...they just focus their efforts on us" asked Katar as he eyed the report and handed back to The Military Police Comissioner. "yeah the Pan Pran retaliated pretty quickly...its as if they knew right when he was murdered and who did it" said The Commissioner as he put the paper back. " The suspect we brought in for interrigation said they burned and killed their "Boss" before he had to "be controled"..." said The Commissoner. " investigate this...find out who Framed The Devils" said Katar with the last words burning his mouth as he said it. He despised the Devils but the law was the law...if the Devils did not do this crime then they were innocent and this violence against them would be stopped. Despite the often infighting...or even The Heartless often stepping in killing humans the human gangs were still a threat and were the source of his troubles. " I am sending a team to investigate and we already have a team on the phones listening for an order to kill" said The Comissoner. " Good...if this problem continues to grow then I am getting the military involved " said Katar who already had the paper work to request for Military Assientence in Security...his last resort he would try and fix this problem himself before "giving up". *** " sir reports from members of our group have been attacked by the Pan Prawn" reported secound in command former Captain Jamie (female) Lagenbruner. " if its a fight they want then its a fight they get" said Elias as he pulled out his Tommy Needler (fusion of Needler and Tommy Gun). "also an elite is here to see you...he looks pretty important dressed in golden armor. "send IT in" said Elias as he placed the gun on his lap. An elite dressed in ornate gold armor walked in and grabbed a see. " Mr. Mareck...I know of your work and I am a fan of the anarchy and terrorism you are promoting amoung the elites here...so in exchange for the design for that gun and one of your grunt factorys...I offer you my and The Heartless Services to you...yes I know sir you are not found of elites but we are after the same person...MY BROTHER....so what will it be" asked the elite. "give me a cut of the guns made from my old factory and also some land or property so I can set up more gun, alcohol, drug and food stores" said Elias. "...fine I will send you the addresses when I return to my base of operation...the elites outside are yours to command...a gift...and I expect great things Mr. Elias" said Vien as he walked out. He was glad he had this human to do most of his dirty work for him.
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 19, 2010 20:30:14 GMT -5
A merc gang harassed an Elite girl. They were just about to shoot her, after robbing her of her possessions, when...
"FREEZE, DAMMIT!" The mechanically altered (to instill fear in mercs and comfort in Sangheili and UNSC personell) voice, although modified through a helmet, gave the girl a reassuring flutter. The mercs raised their weapons, and yelled, "You get any closer, the girl gets it!"
The response: "I don't need close range." A few gunshots rang; next thing the Elite girl knew, the five mercs, heavily armed, were dead.
The familiar CQB-EOD-EVA armored supersoldier emerged from the bushes. The Elite hugged him and said, "Thank you. To who do I owe the savior of my life?"
Russell returned the hug for a second, then depolarized his visor. "For now, you just know me as a SPARTAN. And not a mindless killing machine."
With that, he left as quickly as he had appeared, giving the girl a spare Plasma Pistol for protection, along with a note:
Saved this Sangheili's life Keep a closer watch on her, okay? -Russell-984, SPARTAN-II, UNSC
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The feeling lingered for a little while as 984 walked back to the UNSC base. He wasn't sure whether or not Sangheilios had breathable air, but he kept his helmet on: he didn't want to find out. Though his mind wandered, thinking "If the Elites were able to go through the war with no rebreathers, surely this has enough oxygen to be breatheable," he decided not to go through on it.
He was supposed to be SPARTAN-984. Supersoldier at base. However, most Sangheili knew him as a vigilant protector - because that's what he made himself do, to earn his keep. If the Sangheili were going to keep him in, then he might as well work for him.
However, even though he was popular, nobody really asked for autographs: they just waved, some engaged in conversation. He waved back, talked to them, addressed their fears. He was going to do a little work on the side.
He finally arrived back at the UNSC base. He preferred to walk: gave him time to think. About how, after dealing with the Covenant, the UNSC was annihilated under the Rifters' rule.
He also thought, "The Rifters are going to come back. What then?"
He sighed as he entered the base: due to the fact he was wearing MJOLNIR armor, he was allowed instant access. DNA scans were performed, just in case, but really, he didn't exactly need to.
Another day, another dollar, he guessed. (OoC: Humor time.)
He walked in, booted up his iPhone (one of the only surviving remnants of commerical tech pre-Rifters), logged into UNSC's version of Facebook (not named yet), and entered a new status.
"Just saved another Elite girl. Frickin' criminals, you gotta hate them when they're harassing three Elites per square kilometer. Also, took Focus Rifle on a test drive. Performed well. On side note, found picture of old transforming toy robot. It transformed into the RMS Titanic. That ship which sunk and killed most of the people on it. Even though you're a hardened supersoldier you have to laugh at that."
With that, he headed towards the mess. He was gonna get a burger, then... he didn't really know.
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Post by Danny on May 19, 2010 23:53:40 GMT -5
(OoC: This is a pretty big post and doesn't really concern anyone but Indi and maybe Specs (First half) so feel free to skip over it.)
"This city is something out of a f**king comic book!" an incredibly over weight man with a Texan accent roared, smashing down the data pad Charlie had handed over, "Vigilante gangs and even a Spartan? What is this?" Charlie stood at attention before the yelling man, just like the good 'ol days. Of course the last time someone of authority yelled at her, she punched him in the face. Not this time, though. Not with two armed guards who couldn't give a rats ass about her stood behind him. "This is my city!" he yelled again. "Oh shut it, you don't own this city," Charlie corrected, then immediately biting her tongue and then making a quick attempt to earn the brownie points she just lost, "You own this district, sir," The boiling red face of the man surprisingly began to fade and then focused back on the data pad Charlie had given him, "What is this thing anyway?" "It's the information you requested on the shipping yards' guards," Charlie said. "Ah, good," he chuckled happily, "I have a shipment coming in from Tortuga, it's a new drug we're calling 'Quartz'," "Original," Charlie nodded, "You going to want me to supervise the offloading and loading, aren't you?" "That's right," the fat man cheered, "Regular payment, no cops this time, I promise. With this information, I'll be able to bribe or blackmail anyone in your way." "Sounds good to me," Charlie sighed, silently wishing there would be cops; she hadn't fired her weapon in too long, "And what about these vigilantes?" "Oh don't worry about them, I'll find someone to kill'em," the fat man said, waving Charlie out of the room.
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Everything ended five years ago. But for Anau 'Nadum, it was when everything officially began. He retreated to a piece of land outside the suburbs with his wife, Zarra Yairum. He left behind the Sangheili Military, where he was once a Special Operations Commander... before being demoted, though. Now, he finally had everything he always wanted; a love, a home and a life without war. Unfortunately, however, five years ago was when the dreams began.
Everything was shaking while a masked Special Operations Elite battled with a Spartan in hand-to-hand combat. The two were surrounded by darkness, only they and where they stood was lit. There was no way of telling who they exactly were, no markings on their armour, and their grunts and yelps weren't exactly identifiable. It was impossible too, to know what was going on. Every few seconds scenes from another battle would flash; showing faces, blood and fire. This particular dream was the most vivid Anau had ever experienced; he felt every blow being dealt to the Elite. The Spartan recovered from a kick to the chest by swinging around his fist and bashing the Elite with full force in the side of his face. Then suddenly the scene of Anau's hand covered in the blood of a brother, fallen before him. Then immediately back to the battle, where he watched the Elite stumble back in pain, while the Spartan drew his combat knife. Then again, the scene of Anau being held in the grip of a Brute, roaring as he squeezed Anau's neck. The battle once more, the Spartan now held the Elite up but hesitated to use his knife, a sense of terror then rushed over Anau, which normally caused him to wake at this moment. Not this time. The suspense built and Anau panicked, then with one sudden and quick lunge, the knife was driven into the chest of the Elite. That sparked an entire montage of injuries Anau sustained in battle, until finally there nothing. Just black.
Still trapped in his nightmare, light returned to the scene. The Spartan was gone, and there laid the Elite in a pool of blood. Anau stumbled forward, feeling sharp pains in his chest as he attempted to reach the fallen Sangheili. He reached him and collapsed onto his body. Anau looked down to see the same knife wound in his chest; the body of the Elite before him must be himself. Anau then struggled to breathe as he reached forward to remove the Elites helmet, it got harder and harder as he reached closer. Finally he laid his hand on the helmet and took it off. Like the shockwave of a plasma grenade explosion it hit him, it was not him stabbed, it was Zarra. He shared her wounds, her pain. Blood poured from her mouth as the scene began to shake like before. The most intense sense of fear rushed over Anau as he stared at her face; scarred, covered in blood and her eyes wide open, looking at him, judging him. Everything then seemed to speed up, a hand was placed on Anau's shoulder and spun him round; it was the Spartan. Anau let out a vengeful cry just before the Spartan brought up his knife and lunged it between Anau's eyes.
He awoke. Anau roared fiercely and sat up, drawing his Energy Knife and lunging his arm forward, cutting through nothing but air.
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Post by Ares on May 20, 2010 7:02:54 GMT -5
Zaku stared down the scope. His ice-blue eyes found their mark, the glowing green targeting circle closing around the shape in the distance. The hulking Ship Master slowly squuezed the pressure grip, making sure of his accuracy.
The Particle Beam Rifle unloaded its sniper shot with a snap and a flash. The blue-purple beam ripped through Zaku's target, ripping a hole where a human heart should be. The Sangheili clad in garish golden armor calmly reloaded, sighted his target, and squeezed the pressure grip. Another ripping plasma shot blew through the target, this time through its throat. Zaku now leaned back, resting the sniper rifle on his foot. He glared down-range at the human-shaped targets. This was interesting- humans chests may be easier to hit, but the throat shots registered as more lethal. Zaku grunted. He had a new target to aim for when he encounter more of the human riffraff. The Zealot paused, and turned upon hearing the monotonous clanking of his favorite Ultra's metal-clad feat making contact with the ground.
The pearly-armored Sangheili barked, "Ship Master, we have multiple reports of attempted crime within the last hour. This is out of my control, sir. It's... I don't know how to deal with it."
Zaku raised and eye ridge, and then drew his mandibles in, then out again in a Sangheili smile. "The way to deal with it, my student, is to eliminate the perpetrators. If they cannot commit crimes, then the crime rate goes down." He stood up, towering over his Ultra. "Now... what say you we deal with this trash?"
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 20, 2010 10:08:18 GMT -5
Zarra was jolted awake by Anau's cry and sat up looking around fearfully until she realized he had just had another dream. "It's alright," she whispered softly, "We're safe, it isn't real. Go back to sleep. The only thing we have to fear is that knife of yours; I really wish you wouldn't take it to bed with us," she chuckled, giving him a light kiss, "Now lay back down."
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Post by Danny on May 20, 2010 17:17:16 GMT -5
"I can't sleep without it," Anau grumbled, deactivating the knife and tossing it from the bed. He then chuckled, realising she was right. He wiped the sweat away his face and fell back into the bed. "They're getting better; I'm having them less frequently and they haven't been so bad," he lied, turning his head and looking at Zarra next to him, "I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry."
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Post by Sparty McFly on May 20, 2010 20:34:28 GMT -5
984 entered the mess hall, getting a burger and some water. He promptly proceeded to eat it next to a group of ODSTs, whom he socialized with. Not much happened as he walked back to his cabin in the SPARTAN area. (OoC: Filler.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on May 20, 2010 21:24:10 GMT -5
(OOC Woot Three Raids in one post 2 police raids and then The Devils raid/invasion of the Pan Prawn District (Are they Asian just wondering it sounds like an Asian gang name to me )) An elite knocked down the door to a human building. " This if offical police bussiness drop your weapons and nobody gets hurt....I have a warrent and I am authorised to use force against any potential threat...so drop your weapons and just work with us and nobody here gets hurt" said an elite ultra as he held his plasma shield tighter. He went up to a Pulsian gang member. "just take me too your leader we need to ask him some questions about the murder of the Pan Prawn Leader". The Ultra made a hand signal and 5 elite police minors charged in and began to search the place for evidence or any controband the warrent had pretty much everything illegal on it. *** " set up snipers here...here and here" said Captain Vadum pointing to several positions on the ceiling supports. " place decoys in the marked positions". A Major (" Police Sgt") was writing this information down as he followed the Captain. He gestured for the cargo transport to unload a few crates where he wanted them that would contain elites to ambush the humans retriving the shipment. Not only did the Captain have a ambush team and sniper support he had brought back up undercover police officers to mingle with the civilians here. The new Captain did not want smuggling going on in his docks. He was glad the old inferior Captain was fired yesterday....he would ensure the humans did not infest drugs that made them more violent, stupid, or that broke the law. **** " you charge in and we will follow after you" said Elias in his usual accented english. The Heartless Elites nodded as they held their weapons. They let out a battle cry and stormed the streets slaughtering human and elite alike. Soon the Pan Prawn reacted and returned fire on the elites who were then joined by The Devils as they opened fire with their Tommy Needlers, Plasma Rifles, Pistols and gernades. The already choatic situation got worse and the body count kept rising.
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Post by IndigoWolf on May 20, 2010 22:45:21 GMT -5
"You were frightened," said Zarra, gently running her hand across his face, "I can't blame you for shouting. I just wish you didn't have to feel so afraid."
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Post by cainvoorhees on May 20, 2010 23:27:31 GMT -5
As the Elite broke into Bass Investigations, the few employees broke from their paper filing and phone calls to find themselves being raided. One would notice that none of the scared employees were armed, even if their aggressors did. One employee, a scared, shivering short man with a coffee-stained shirt was stopped by the Elite in charge, repeating, "Why? Why me? Why now?"
Over the chaos, one voice could heard. It was calm, even stoic, but firm.
"Officer, Bass Investigations is a detective agency that caters to human activity. Granted, we mostly handle affairs and scandals, but we renewed our license over two Earth weeks ago," said Bass from the doorway leading into an office. Stepping out into the hallway towards the elites searching the premises, Bass glanced up and down the Elite in charge. This one wasn't exactly sure what he was getting into, but can be easily diverted. "We too understand the urgency of investigating a murder, but if you needed information from us, you only needed to ask."
Although Bass's bulky body was still shorter than the Elite he addressed, Bass didn't have a glimmer of fear nor surprise. His scarred left cheek contracted as Bass gave a sly smile, patting the Elite officer's shoulders like a businessman. "Now, what can we help you with, officer? If I heard right... in addition to the latest news on the ticker, you're investigating the death of the Pan Prawn leader. I believe we can help you with that."
Bass pointed to an equally tall dark-skinned male in the back of the room near a window, watching an Elite search his desk as he drank from his coffee mug. "Griggs over there and I had been commissioned by a lowly Pan Prawn member to investigate."
He turned back to the Elite, "If there's anything you find here that's illegal, I assure you that it's evidence relating to one of our cases."
((ooc: Sure. We can say the Pan Prawns is an Asian gang.))
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Post by Danny on May 21, 2010 6:01:56 GMT -5
Charlie walked through the Sanghelios shipyards with a few men behind her. Every guard she passed, she knew how they were blackmailed; these Elites certainly had shifty pasts. She arrived at her last checkpoint where she was stopped by an Elite. She was supposed to wait there for a 'signal'. Most of her armed men were dressed as civilians and workers, so they spread out not to look suspicious. Charlie on the other hand was flaunting her bright white coloured Quartz of Cambridge armour with navy blue trim up the sides.
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Anau smiled and kissed Zarra's hand, "I wasn't afraid," he said, "I knew I had you here to protect me," he chuckled softly, holding her hand against his face.
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