Spartan-777
O.D.S.T. Major
The Violent Cartographer.
Posts: 802
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 17, 2010 23:43:07 GMT -5
Darman glanced towards the pair of Spartans utilizing this oppurtunity to get to know each other. He grumbled under his breath. The last thing they should be trying to do is make friends.
They were all dead anyway.
(OoC: And have a great day! XD)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 23:51:48 GMT -5
(( I don't thinks Oru's character is a Spartan and Lol Elias and Darman are jealous of each other ))
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Spartan-777
O.D.S.T. Major
The Violent Cartographer.
Posts: 802
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 17, 2010 23:56:25 GMT -5
(OoC: Who's Elias?)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 17, 2010 23:58:02 GMT -5
((.....my character.....the Spartan that killed all those elites on Sanghelios and has Grim in his pocession ))
Katar sat in the Pelican uncomfortable grumbling how Pelicans were not ment for Sangheili use. He did not bother admiring the fleet that had assembled he had seen mightly Sangheli fleets before the only difference here was Human ships were added into the mix this time and Eden has replaced High Charity as the Space Sat. Katar looked at the various glowing lights made by the various armors....the only lightsource in this Pelican. *** The interal lights were lowered on the UNSC Bavaria as usual before it embarked on a misson or into a battle. The lights were dimmed so that the crew could relax or pray before a battle. The only sounds came from the engines, powercore and various beeps and bops from consoles on the ship. Even the Sangheili and the grunts did their methods of prayer in the dimmed ship.
Otto ran his fingers through his rosary beads praying for the safety of his crew and all of other people going into this mission and that it would be a sucess.
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Oru-Hime
O.D.S.T. Captain
Oru-Hime, the Paper Princess
Posts: 259
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 18, 2010 6:39:38 GMT -5
Lyra smiled and leaned back against the wall. "The testosterone in here is so thick you could cut it with a machete." She winked at Elias.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 18, 2010 12:16:15 GMT -5
" Not my fault elites are jealous of my machete " said Elias picking it back up from the floor. He admired the hand carved grip from some rare tree from Earth he did not remember the name of it but it came from South America...some kid there had given it to some when he went with his team down there to do some nice things for the kids. Who would of thought such an odd gift would come in handy at the time when his future seemed to revolve around hockey not going into a jungle....or combat. Even if that elite did have a bigger machete his was probally higher quality and more useful.
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Oru-Hime
O.D.S.T. Captain
Oru-Hime, the Paper Princess
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 18, 2010 14:57:48 GMT -5
Lyra laughed softly. It was good to be able to laugh again. Her mother would have wanted that. She watched Elias pick up his machete again. Lyra pushed the braid hanging in front of her right ear back a little. She put her fingertips against the small swirling tattoo on her neck. She couldn't even remember why she had gotten it, but she felt better knowing it was still there.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 18, 2010 15:10:50 GMT -5
((ODST))
Mitch sat in the Commander's chair of the heavily modifed Frigate 'Dance of Aurora'. Truly, the ship had been through alot. According to it's logs, it'd been destroyed three times, and three times it was completely repaired. Mitch considered the ship lucky, if not stubborn. Alongside the frigate were four more allied 'Astray' controlled ships, A Destroyer dubbed 'Freedom's Progress', which had a special paintjob of a beast's face on the barrel of it's MAC guns, and two Prowlers, one black, named 'Ebony' and a snow white one named 'Ivory'.
All ships were heavily modified with the latest(stolen) weaponry for the ship and it's crew alike, newly updated engines and slipspace cores, the best heavy ship plating money could buy, and finnally, all have CCS Battlecruiser class energy shields, making them almost priceless in this alliance.
Mitch's wife, Catherine, joined him on the bridge. She kissed him on the cheek, "All ships are ready, mylove. Sanderson says their gonna go into slipspace in a few minutes." Mitch smiled at her and returned her kiss. "Alright," he stood up. "Attention all Astray battleships! Prepare for slipspace jump to the Rifter home!" he then turned to the ship's AI, Alicia. "Ali, as soon as we come out of slipspace,
((SPARTAN))
Mitch sighed in his co-pilot's seat. He and Lachlan had been side by side for five years now, handling cargo and the such. Now, on this day, they fight to protect their species. "So, this it? Finnally, maybe Cassy and I can get married if we survive..." he looked back into the cargo hold. Cassy stood there, completely still in her blood red Recon armour. Under the mask was a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties, and had thigh lengthed Strawberry Blond hair with emerald green eyes. Next to her was a friendly Spartan. One from their days of training. One who was thought long lost after roughly thirty years of being MIA. This was Ashlynn-132, a Spartan-IV. Her wore faded red CQB armour. Under the mask she had lower-back lengthed black hair, which complimented her hazel eyes, in a way.
Everyone was ready to take on the biggest threat to humanity.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 18, 2010 15:37:53 GMT -5
This was the best Elias had felt since he before he left Devil Team in part due to illness and how he disliked the UNSC for caring very little for their safety or caring about the Outer Colonies that he had honorable Army and Milita troops die in hopeless battles. Devil Team only made it because they had a small ship with a slipspace drive unforunatly they could only take themselves and a few extra people. He looked at the girl he who had been talking and joking with him all this time....what was her name....thats right in all the fun they were having he rudely forgot to ask her what her name was. " Terribly sorry but I did not catch your name ma'am " said Elias so that he had something to call this girl then "that girl" or "you" or "miss"
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Post by Danny on Jul 18, 2010 16:47:59 GMT -5
Jack followed Darman's gaze to the two Spartans making nice. That can only ever be very bad, or very good. They'll be together, there for each other during a time of war. But if one of them was to be killed...
He looked back to his superior, and kept looking. He couldn't stop, he idolised this man, he was like a father to him. He quickly glanced away to the other side of the Phantom where an Elite was bragging about his own knife, he had a near uncontrollable urge to kill it.
***
"Battle stations, all crews to their battle stations, prepare for contacts!" a crewman announced from the bridge while everyone quickly took their seats and began typing away at their controls.
"Okay, do it. Now, make the jump," Sanderson ordered.
"Roger that, spinning up FTL drive,"
The sound of the ship humming to life sent a tingle down Sanderson's spine. This was the sound of just one ship, he grinned at the thought of the entire fleet.
A bright portal opened up before the ship, in front of every ship, "Be ready for immediate contacts. Ground Teams One and Two, drop from your crafts immediately after arriving in system,"
Sanderson took his seat and stared into the slip-space portal formed before him, "This is it everyone, time for our revenge, or long overdue revenge."
The Drop's engines burst and the Marathon Cruiser began moving towards their portal, as did the rest of the fleet. With hundreds of flashes of light, the armada disappeared from in front of Eden.
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Then reappeared in the Ring's system. Sanderson leaned forward and examined their battlefield, the Rifter fleet and Station was sitting dormant beside a moon, while the Halo was in orbit of a Gas Giant. It wasn't long before the Rifter fleet was no longer dormant.
"All ships; engage," Sanderson ordered over a global comm., "Drop teams, go, go, go!"
***
With one quick clang, the Pelican was suddenly dropped from the Frigate into space. This caught it's pilot by surprise.
"Oh shi-!" Lachlan cried, scrambling for the controls to glide the craft away from Longswords and Seraphs, "Buckle up, ladies!"
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Jul 18, 2010 16:57:28 GMT -5
((SPARTAN))
"Sunnuv-" Mitch tapped in the controls and began to assist Lachlan. "Little f**king warning next time would be appreciated..." he grumbled.
Cassy and Ashlynn enxchanged looks and braced for any impact.
((ODST))
"Tell Ebony and Ivory to follow the landing parties! Freedom's Progress is to assist 'The Drop'! Us? Well we do whatever the hell we damn well please! Kill any Rifter in sight!"
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Oru-Hime
O.D.S.T. Captain
Oru-Hime, the Paper Princess
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 18, 2010 17:02:45 GMT -5
Lyra looked up, "Lyra. Lyra Cassanova." She smiled at the "ma'am".
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 18, 2010 17:23:22 GMT -5
The Phantom hummed to life once the drop had been made. He heard Seraphs, Pelicans, Longswords and other Phantoms going off along with a few other ship sounds he did not recognised (OOC Those two other elite starships)). " well I guess it is go time.....good luck Lyra and I hope to see you again...maybe I will have some machete stories or Earth ones to tell you once this whole ordeal is over " said Elias incase he did not get another chance to say it....but perhaps he had said this bit too prematurely...no time to worry about this he had to get into battle mode. While the Phantom headed towards the Ring he did some Zen Buddhist chants his Russian Coach taught him to do before a big game.....and this was the biggest game of his life....the biggest largest scale battle he would fight in....losing this game was not an option but even still the odds were against them....so all they could do here is prevent The Rifters from winning this game by sending it into Overtime. Where he prayed they would be lucky enough to score the wining goal in how many ever extra periods to score
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 18, 2010 17:38:14 GMT -5
(OoC: Which ship is 984 on? I requested to be on the Pelican/Phantom that gets shot down... the OoC thread I haven't checked in a while, so I just need to know. Knowledge is power, you know.)
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Post by Danny on Jul 18, 2010 17:42:09 GMT -5
(OoC: You wanna be shot down, go the Phantom)
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