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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 12, 2010 13:49:42 GMT -5
Zarra smiled, "Deal." She held onto him for several moments longer, not wanting to leave him, then she sighed, "I suppose we should get to our ships now. I'll see you on the Ring," she murmured, hugging him tighter, then letting go.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 12, 2010 22:39:51 GMT -5
***
Darman's MA5K clanked as it bumped against his hip. The magnetic strip on his back was occupied by the Sniper Rifle, so he had opted for a strap to carry the carbine. He arrived the gleaming alien craft, painted in green Seperatist livery. He paused in front of the loading ramp. It felt... wrong, somehow. He remembered similar craft raining fire from above, gunning down Marines and rattling his teeth as they screamed by. But things had changed since then.
He leaped up onto the ramp, then stood in the barren cargo bay. There were no seats. He eyed a row of harnesses on the wall, and quickly strapped himself in. It was a tight fit, considering the extra firepower he was packing. But he managed.
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Post by Danny on Jul 13, 2010 6:17:49 GMT -5
"You done?"
Jack dropped his welder and looked up at the imposing Marine, obviously wanting his tool back. The Spartan lifted his Assault Rifle with his newly attached blade and checked that it was sturdy. Remaining speechless, Jack placed the rifle on his back and made his way to the hanger, where he was instructed to go in the first place.
"What, no thank you?"
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Arriving in the hanger, he saw a Pelican and Phantom placed side by side. He could choose which craft he'd take to the surface, an easy decision. Immediately after laying eyes on the Pelican, an image of Martin flashed, and began burning into his mind. He pressed his helmet against his forehead and made towards the Phantom. He had never seen the inside of one before, nor flown in one. Should be an interesting experience.
As he approached the Phantom, he saw a Spartan II enter the Pelican. One he hadn't seen before, but obviously a survivor from Reach. As he got closer, he eyed off the Elites. Just standing there... with Humans... talking.
"Spartan." Suddenly a four fingered, brown toned, obviously alien, hand was placed on Jacks shoulder. He drew his combat knife and immediately spun him, and the Elite around into a position where with just a flick of his wrist, he would spill that split-lips blood out of his throat and onto the hanger floor.
"What are you doing!?" Anau muffled. His head stuck under the Spartans arm.
Jack quickly released the Elite and took a step back. Silly reflexes.
"Mistake me for a Brute? What is the matter with you?" Anau grumbled, looking around to make sure no one saw a Sangheili in Commando armour be put in a head lock by a Spartan as small as this one.
Jack gulped, unsure of how to reply. An Elite had never spoke to him before. At least, not in English.
"Don't talk much, do you?" Anau asked, receiving no reply.
"I assume you are coming with us to the Halo,"
'Halo?' The ONI officer that briefed him obviously forgot to mention something.
"Come, fly with me in the Pelican."
Jack did not respond to the oddly armoured Elite and simply walked off in the direction of the green shaded Phantom. He climbed aboard through its cargo access and entered its troop bay. It was... more purple than he thought it'd be. Two Elites was already on board, and he spotted another Spartan who had already positioned himself in the clamps. Good, he would just stay by this Human.
Jack approached the Spartan, obviously a Spartan II judging by his black Mk V armour- another image flashed and burnt into his head, this one of Darman, his commanding officer, this Spartan looked just like him. What a terrible coincidence. Jack rubbed his forehead again and introduced himself, "Jack."
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Post by Ares on Jul 13, 2010 11:08:00 GMT -5
Justin entered the hangar bay. Three Phantoms and a Pelican sat in the vessel's docking bay- one of the Phantoms was quite noticeably Separatist green. The second, apparently a slimmer, sleeker scout model, was painted in bright crimson metallica. The third was a beautiful indigo color- that was the Ship Master's personal Phantom. The Spartan paused, observing a second-long scuffle between a hulking Sangheili commando and a rather diminutive Spartan. The Hayabusa-armored supersoldier calmly watched, seeing the pair begin talking, instead. Interesting. Justin simply kept walking, making his way to the crimson Phantom. Another Spartan, the quiet one, had already gotten onto the bright green Phantom, so Justin decided to get on the other one he felt like he would be allowed to get on.
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Zaku entered the docking bay... and got stuck in the doorway.
It was meant for a human- seven or eight feet tall at best. They had neglected to consider that some Sangheili were as tall as a particularly large Jiralhanae. Consider that your average Sangheili is a little bit over seven and a half feet in height. Most Sangheili in the infantry or direct military forces were about seven feet, eight inches. Consider that there are always freaks... for instance, some humans are naturally seven and a half feet. For Sangheili, such a being would be Zaku 'Vudem. He stands at just under nine feet in height... and he wouldn't have fit through that door if he hadn't been wearing armor that made his exponentially more impressive to look upon. The Sangheili growled, and attempted to force himself, horizontal fan helmet and all, through the miniature doorway. With a grunt and the squeal of metal under extreme stress, the frame of the steel door shrieked and popped. Zaku's shields flared up, looking like a burst of crimson, emerald, and gold sparks.
The door frame buckled, and the huge Ship Master forced his way through the now-larger hangar entrance. The hulking Zealot's garish armor was no more dented than it had been when he put it on... Talk about good shielding.
The Zealot heard a small noise, and looked down. A rather diminutive human engineer was simply staring at the Zealot, his eyes goggled and his jaw dragging on the floor. Zaku simply watched the little ape, his icy blue eyes boring into the human engineer. Finally, Zaku turned to face him. He lifted his hands, gold-colored, clawed gloves reflecting the fluorescent lights of the hangar, and grunted, "Boo!"
Zaku thought that the human would melt. Not metaphorically- literally. But instead, the Engineer let out a frightened squeak and mumbled something about needing to replace the steel frame, and shuffled off, one eye larger than the other. The hulking Ship Master grunted. Humans were so skittish... no wonder they had lost so much. The huge Zealot clomped forward, his armor and sheer size making him easily the most visible being in the room. The golden-armored Sangheili stamped past the Spartans and Elites in the room, and went to the silvery-purple Sleek Shadow. He paused as he passed Chandler, and grunted, "Sorry about the door," before boarding his Phantom. The Sangheili checked the holoreadout unique to his Phantom. So far, there were Spartan on both of the other Phantoms- the Cleaving Righteousness, painted green, had Darman and Jack onboard. The Blood Redemption had Justin-139 currently aboard. Zaku looked out of his indigo Phantom... Anau and Zarra were both still in the hangar, and the other Spartans were not onboard the Phantoms and Pelicans, yet.
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Post by Danny on Jul 13, 2010 16:08:26 GMT -5
Anau entered the Pelican... he forgot how small these things were. He couldn't sit in the seats or stand in the bay, so he decided to kneel by the rear turret. As he crouched down, two Elites in Special Operations armour joined him in the Pelican, followed by four ODST's.
Chandler looked back into the bay and saw they were being loaded up, he was going mad with anticipation, he couldn't wait to make the first shot.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 13, 2010 16:34:43 GMT -5
Katar moved to the hanger door and say that it had been forcefully modified by one of the larger elites...like himself. He shuttered trying to get his old 280 cm ((Don't know the Elite standard unit of height so I am sticking with the good old Metric System that all the world but America uses ....plus metric units are used in all of Halo canon besides Cole Protocal)) *insert elite weight here* frame through the door. Now he due to age and a medical condition he was much shorter than his old height...cursed the pain it caused him to stand up to his current real 9'0 height but alas now he "stood" at 8'4 with a curved back but his headress added a few more inches. Katar sighed as he squeezed into the human Pelican and took a seat. *** Otto and Elias walked through the halls talking both German and Czech. Otto looked up at the door and saw something forced its way through....violently. He shuttered at what beast had caused this but then he remembered that elites could be taller then 7 feet and go into heights of 9 feet even some being 10 feet tall. Clearly this elite was a beast who did not crouch or move to the side to get through the door but got stuck and used brute force to get free and through the door...not an intelligent elite that could command a ship or something like that but a brute used to intimidate and use brute force on the battlefield. " well this is where we depart....stay safe my friend" said Otto as he shook Elias's hand. " Likewise comrade " said Elias. The two European Spartans walked to their respective ships and got situated.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 13, 2010 20:46:03 GMT -5
Zarra chose one of the harnesses that were farthest away from the Spartans and watched them cautiously as she strapped herself in. It was still hard to trust something she had feared for most of her life.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 13, 2010 23:39:13 GMT -5
Darman studied the Spartan beside him for a long moment. There was no mistaking the armor. He sat there quietly for another moment, before finally turning to face the newcomer.
"Darman-070."
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Post by Danny on Jul 14, 2010 16:47:00 GMT -5
"Darman..."
Jack stepped forward, close to the Spartan II, and took off his helmet. His face was clean but pale, his hair was slick black, untreated and uncut. His eyes were an unnaturally light seafoam colour. Either a result of cryostasis or the augmentations.
"But... I thought you were killed, on Reach, I thought that everyone..." Jack paused and looked into his reflection on Darmans visor, he had done the same thing only once before, but his team was standing behind him. It looked like a picture, like a family portrait. And now, as it seemed, he stood alone.
"I guess it's true, Spartans never die," he nodded, placing his helmet back on, "Sir, welcome back. Orders?"
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 14, 2010 20:34:24 GMT -5
Darman sat silently for a moment longer. He still couldn't believe it. Jack had died, and here he was, as if risen from the grave. He depolarized his visor, revealing his own rugged and scarred face. "Survive."
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Post by Danny on Jul 16, 2010 15:40:12 GMT -5
"I think this is everyone," Chandler said, looking back into the troop bay.
"Alright then," replied Lachlan, shutting the bay doors and powering up the Pelican, "If I've left anyone behind, they can consider themselves lucky,"
From the troop bay of the Phantom, Jack had secured himself into a harness beside his C.O, and watched as the Pelican lifted from the hanger floor and hovered its way to the hangars exit, "Our turn soon,"
Before the Pelican entered an airlock to leave Eden without sucking everything out into the vacuum with it, Lachlan opened a comm. with the Phantoms, "See you on the Ring."
With that, the main doors opened and the Pelican drifted slowly into space. Chandler leaned forward in total awe of the sight before him, while Lachlan leaned back and snickered, "So, which one are we going to?"
The entire Sangheili fleet, combined with what was left and rebuilt of the Human fleet, lay before them. Destroyers, Assault Carriers, Battle Cruisers and Frigates, it was beautiful. The amount of sheer firepower made Chandler shiver a little.
The Pelican then took off towards a UNSC Frigate that would transport them to the Halo.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 0:47:19 GMT -5
Katar saw the Spartan leaning forward to look outside. This was one of the largest fleet gatherings he had seen but it still was the largest mixed fleet he had seen. If this was not enough to win this battle then the galaxy truely was doomed. *** Elias secured himself in a harness before taking off. Going off towards the back of the Pelican so he could be by himself seeing as the elites hated him and Darman and the new guy were all buddy buddy. Angerly he stabbed his machette into the armored wall ( ooc don't worry I assume the walls are pretty thick and can handle it seeing as space debreis probally impacts Phantoms all the time when they go into space or the armor was made strong enough to survive such impacts) Jealousy surged through Elias as he may never see any of his old squad members again. *** Otto's Pelican headed towards his Stealth Crusier possibly the only ship in the fleet using mixed Covenant and Human Crews and technology.
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