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Post by Danny on Jul 17, 2010 16:37:09 GMT -5
Sanderson stood on the Bridge of his Marathon-Class Cruiser, titled simply The Drop. For now, there was only the soft chatter of crewman and the exchange and checking of data. As looked out the main viewpoint, he wondered what drove Humans to 'reach for the stars'. He wondered if they knew what they would find, if they cared, if they regretted it. Like his forefathers, Sanderson would reach for the stars. But instead to seek new homes, to create history, or to simply blindly explore, today Sanderson would be reaching for the stars to smash anything he found. "Sir, Eden is pulling back to a safe distance," informed a crewman. "Good," Sanderson nodded, "Open a comm. with the ' Jewel," That same crewman turned back to his console and began typing away, then giving the Commander a thumbs up. "Ship Master, it's Sanderson, how's your fleet?" *** The Pelican was full of darkness, only the lights on the Elites and Spartans armour was visible. Anau sat silently and steeled himself, preparing himself. He was apart from Zarra, which made him nervous to his core. At least she'd be able to watch over him while he fought...
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 17, 2010 16:44:54 GMT -5
Darman rattled in his harness as the Phantom began skimming atmosphere. The pilot called out the ETA, but he was unable to hear over the roar of the turbines fighting turbulence. A small timer appeared in his Heads-Up Display, informing him of their time to the LZ. The soldiers surrounding him were outwardly calm, but inside, he knew they were all nervous. This was a new threat, something they had never seen before. And they would be fighting it in hostile territory. He shook his head, silently wishing them the best of luck.
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Post by Danny on Jul 17, 2010 16:50:38 GMT -5
(OoC: Waits! We're not at the ring yet! This is just before we make the slipspace jump there)
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Post by Ares on Jul 17, 2010 20:41:48 GMT -5
Zaku stood on the dimly-lit, purple command deck. White lights, turned down low and illuminating a coolant haze on the floor, gave it just enough light to operate. The ornately-armored Ship Master stood at the huge window, staring out into space.
It truly was beautiful... even if one could only appreciate its vastness. You see, the average human or sangheili would only appreciate space for the mind-boggling distances involved. But to one who had spent much, much time in extraterrestrial areas, it was so much deeper. Space was a great frontier, full of places impossible to reach in a lifetime. It was bright, beautiful, and held so many mysteries... And then there was the darker side. It was sinister. It was destructive. There were nigh-unstoppable forces there that had been bulldozing stars, systems, even whole galaxies for billions of years. And today, one of those great interstellar death traps would be destroyed.
Zaku 'Vudem growled a low tone to himself, a sound of righteous anger. These... things... had destroyed so much... And they had given so little. In most cases of stellar phenomena, it made a chain. A destructive creation would make new as well as shred the old. It was a cycle.... But these Rifters were an imbalance. An impurity that would never give back. An evil seed that must be destroyed. Suddenly, a low hum emanated from behind the ornately-armored Zealot. Zaku turned icy eyes to his right, and looked at the diminutive figure hunched next to him.
"Rakka," he growled, "What news?"
The green-armored Unggoy squealed, "Incoming transmission, your righteousness! The Drop is sending a signal! I think we shoul-"
Zaku put his hand on the unggoy assistant's head, silencing him with a pat. "I know, Rakka. I know."
The hulking Ship Master turned fully, and waved his right hand. The sensors attached to the metal-plated gloves signaled Radiant Jewel to receive the FTL communication. The ice-eyed Zealot watched calmly as a bright blue holographic orb appeared in the air. It quickly shifted in the shape of a human. He knew this one was intimidating, but on the hologram, he seemed so.... small.
Zaku listened. As Sanderson spoke, the 9 foot tall Ship Master shifted to one side, the beads and ornate trappings hanging from his enormous fan-helmet clinking and clattering. It was excellent armor, but it was so damned noisy. The huge Zealot waited for the message to finish playing. Then, he reached out and grasped the hologram, casually tossing it to the side. It was, after all, a recording the Radiant Jewel had been sent. Zaku growled into the now-orb-shaped hologram, "The Fleets of Righteous Vendetta, Turbulent Perseverance, Zealous Truth, and Deus Mercy are prepared for battle. The Fleets of Tempestuous Honor and Final Verdict are on Sangheilos, for defense purposes. The Fleet of Vindication will be remaining at Eden to defend your non-warriors."
The Sangheili added a more growling quality to his barking baritone. "This is Ship Master 'Vudem of the Fleet of Zealous Truth. Live free, human.... and die well."
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 17, 2010 21:51:05 GMT -5
Lyra looked at the machete embedded in the wall beside her. She eyes the Spartan who had thrown it. "I've never sat beside a machete before."she murmured to herself. Lyra briefly considered trying to remove it, but decided not to. The Spartan seemed to be angry...very angry. She edged as far as she could from the weapon. "Do you have a name Spartan?" she asked politely.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 21:59:50 GMT -5
" Mareck Elias....but I would not get too close to me they say I am dangerous " said Elias in his usual slow broken English. He pulled the machete out of the Phantom wall and put it back into its holder on his leg. " sorry about that I have a bit of a temper...plus I can garentee 90% of the people here want me dead "
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 17, 2010 22:03:45 GMT -5
Lyra's black eyes hardened. "Dangerous? I see." She cocked her head to one side. "Where are you from? I can't place your accent." He said he was dangerous, but so was everyone on this ship. Lyra fingered her lead pipe. Except me maybe. She gritted her teeth and frowned. It was really bothering her that she couldn't place his accent.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 22:24:05 GMT -5
" What was Otøást údolí (OOC make this up...Czech for Rock Valley ) in the Czech Republic...small village near the border to Germany " said Elias. " However I grew I moved to Prague when I was 18 to play hockey " said Elias. He went into an armor compartment and removed his two Gold Medals and held them out for her to see. In doing so he accidently knocked his machete onto the floor. " darn thing has a mind of its own....it does what it wants....he gets very excited around women "
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 17, 2010 22:33:01 GMT -5
Lyra choked and tried to make it a cough. She sat up and eyed the metals. "Oh, I see."
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Post by Danny on Jul 17, 2010 22:37:15 GMT -5
Sanderson folded his arms and placed his fist under his chin in thought. 'Live free and die well.'
This Elite was certainly an honourable one, probably the kind that would go to the edge of space for revenge, too. Just for revenge.
"I certainly intend to live..." he mumbled, closing his eyes... to consider the consequences. This attack was a big risk, everyone knew that. But what was only known to Sanderson was that he was risking so much more. This game he was playing, this gamble... if anyone knew...
Sanderson opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, "Give the warning, we're jumping in sixty seconds."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 22:44:51 GMT -5
" yes...so tell me where are you from if I may ask " said Elias not bothering to pick his machete.
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 17, 2010 22:50:46 GMT -5
"A small town on New Jerusalem." Lyra looked away for a moment. "I liked it there." She looked back at Elias frowning slightly. "What was Earth like? I heard stories about it growing up. My mother was from Earth, but she never talked about it."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 23:05:03 GMT -5
" lucky for you I am very well traveled in my career but all I can say to describe Earth is beautiful....you just know have to know where to look...Earth could of been more beautiful then it already is if people did not cut the corners in preserving some of its beauty...but look at us basicly homeless now " said Elias. Sighing both on the fact he would never see Earth's beauty again as it was destroyed.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 17, 2010 23:29:47 GMT -5
Zarra observed a couple of humans talking about some metal knife, with which one of them had the audacity to damage the interior of the Phantom. Some humans could be so rude. "I have a knife that is a great deal bigger than that one, human," a Minor Elite called out to the Spartan with a laugh, then winked at Zarra, who glared at him in response. Some Sangheili could, of course, be rude at times too.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 23:38:26 GMT -5
" Yeah and I bet your mother has a knife that big too spiltlip " called Elias tempted to mop the floor with this elite.
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