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Post by Danny on Jul 20, 2010 16:57:14 GMT -5
"We're closing in on the control room," Now the only bumps and shudders the Pelican was experiencing was the harmless turbulence. Anau sat by the bay door with his helmet off, watching the Phantom dart through the clouds behind them. Relieved, he took in one last breath of fresh air and placed his helmet back on. Chandler had returned to the cockpit and was now staring outside, scanning the barren landscape for a massive Forerunner spire, which really shouldn't be hard to miss. These Forerunners weren't exactly subtle when it came to architecture. "How close are we?" he asked. "So close, I've already got the barrel of my chain gun spinning," Lachlan replied. "Damn it, where the hell is it? These coordinates better not be wrong," "Well mate, it's not lookin' so good right now," Chandler continued to look down below and cursed, nothing was down there. Wait... "What's that, there?" he asked, pointing to what seem to be a large shadow of a cloud on the Rings surface. "That's a shadow, mate," the pilot replied, attempting to hold back to his chuckle he so desperately wanted to let out. "What's causing it?" Lachlan looked ahead; clear skies, no more clouds. He looked even higher; no starships. "I don't know..." "Take us in for a closer look," The Pelican then made it's slow descent towards this 'shadow'. As the Pelican got lower and lower, Chandler squinted more and more at the odd blotch of darkness. Maybe it was just the impact of a plasma round? It was the impact of something all right. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that this 'shadow' was a very large impact crater. Or just a very deeply dug hole. And at the bottom of this crater, was a Forerunner spire; the control room. "That's it! Dive!" "Here we go, weapons up Kellz!" *** "The General has spent an unnatural amount of time in there," said Alerona, a Rifter guarding the entrance to the control room. "Hold your tongue," snapped another guard, Thaddorus, "But... maybe you're right, we should be up there, assisting our fleet," "Not that they need it," chuckled Alerona, looking skyward with Thaddorus. The two then spotted a small grey spot falling towards them. "...Perhaps shrapnel?" Alerona suggested. This grey spot then began changing path, and slowing down. "The enemy approaches!" Thaddorus called, "Get to the AA guns!" Alerona looked around in a panic and responded, "We have none!" "Damn it, General Ioannes you stubborn fool! Find somewhere to shoot from!" Thaddorus ordered, darting for cover when the enemy craft was now lowering itself into the control rooms crater. The craft then seemed to drop and stop just above the large, what appeared to be landing zone, and began rotating in a circle, firing everything it had. Rockets and bullets flew all about, tearing apart the unsuspecting Rifters. Alerona fired on the craft, but immediately recieved a stomach full of turret. *** Satisfied, Lachlan dropped the landing gear and touched down on a clear area, just outside a massive door, the entrance to Halo's control room. "Go do your thing," Lachlan said, nodding to Chandler. The Spartan patted his pilot on his shoulder and stomped from the cockpit, through the troop bay and onto the Halo. "Everyone out, let's move!" he ordered.
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Post by Ares on Jul 20, 2010 17:08:45 GMT -5
Justin rushed out of the Pelican once it landed. Yes! The chance to finally give it to the Rifters after they had destroyed Earth, New Jerusalem, and practically every other human installation in the galaxy. The Rifters had cost so many lives to the humans... it was time to slug it back to them with a greeting card titled "From Humanity, With Love!"
Justin shouted, "Rifters, upper levels! I see a sniper!" He pointed to Thaddorus and two other Rifters he could barely make out from this great distance below them. Sometimes, it really wasn't practical for him to be armed with all short-range weaponry. After all, SMGs only had so much range, and katanas and machetes weren't good for far-off enemies...
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 20, 2010 17:23:50 GMT -5
As the Phantom lowered itself toward the control room, the doors at both sides opened to reveal turrets which two Elites quickly manned. Zarra pulled out the sniper rifle and took position next to one of the turrets. She scanned the battlefield and picked out a Rifter sniper. She took aim at it, hoping the Phantom would remain steady, and fired.
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Post by Danny on Jul 20, 2010 18:26:22 GMT -5
Thaddorus was down. "Commander!" cried a younger Rifter, who then adjusted his fire from the Pelican to the Phantom.
With the Pelican still on the ground, it's rear turret opened up on the Control Room doors that began to open slowly.
"Enemy reinforcements!" Chandler yelled, suddenly coming under fire, "Coming out of the control room, adjust fire, adjust fire!"
It was starting to get intense now.
Chandler ended up finding cover behind a small pillar of sorts, which made a strange blue glow and ominous humming sound. It would probably explode if shot too much.
He began popping shots with his Assault Rifle at the Rifters spewing out of the Control Room, but tried to leave most of it up to the Pelicans turret. The satisfying sound of the Assault Rifle pumping out it's rounds was soon replaced with a not so satisfying click. Annoyed, Chandler put his back to the pillar and began reloading, when suddenly his left, bulky Security shoulder piece was blown off by a Rifter shot. Surprised, Chandler looked down at the ground at what was left of his armour. Completely ignoring the fact that one shot pierced his armour and shields, he slammed in a new clip and emerged from his cover with his handgun in one hand, assault rifle in the other.
He fired both weapons till empty, then hid to reload again. His shoulder piece was avenged.
"I need to make room for the Phantom, I'm pulling out!" Lachlan advised once all the troops had left the Pelican.
"Fine," Chandler growled back over the radio, "Get out here, go,"
As Lachlan began powering the bird up once again, a Rifter decided to jump down from a ledge and land on the cockpits window, aiming his weapon directly at the pilot. "Oh, shit!" Lachlan cried, scrambling for his sidearm.
Before the Rifter could fire, Anau emerged from the troop bay and shot through the glass with his Plasma Rifles, tearing apart the Rifter.
"...Great, thanks, now I can't get back to the fleet," Lachlan grumbled.
"I saved your life!" Anau argued.
Chandler peered from his cover and saw more Rifters running out of the control room, armed with very big weapons, probably RPG's or something, and that Pelican still wasn't off the ground.
"Enemy Heavies!" Chandler cried out over a radio.
"Be thankful, you miserable little Human!" Anau growled.
"Shouldn't you be out there shooting, you stupid split lip!?" While the two argued, a Rifter armed with an RPG ran at the Pelican and fired. The grenade struck the Pelicans rear right thruster, putting the bird out of commission.
After recovering from the shock of the explosion, Lachlan roared, "Oh great! Now I'm stuck here! This is all your fault, you stupid, squid faced, dinosaur looking wanker!"
Ignoring the Human, Anau rushed from the Pelican and leaped out of it, firing his Plasma Rifles on the Rifter with the rocket launcher, taking him down before he could do any damage to the Phantom. Not know there was more, he moved for cover.
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Post by Ares on Jul 20, 2010 22:02:55 GMT -5
Justin ducked behind a rather small dune in the sand. It was surprisingly good cover... Rifter energy weapons turned to sand to glass, creating a five foot-thick solid glass barrier between him and the enemy. And then, he got an idea. The Hayabusa-armored Spartan rushed out from his cover, picking up a downed Rifter's Sentinel Beam. Justin calmly fired it a pile of sand next to the entrance the Rifters were swarming out of. He followed up with a grenade as he ducked behind the pillar that Chandler was also using for cover. He crouched more, wincing. This would be big.
The grenade detonated next to the newly-made glass hill next to the entrance that was stuffed with swarming Rifters. The glass that had been formerly sand was shattered by the grenade exploding against it, and the shards flew in all directions... very quickly. Huge glass spikes formed by the makeshift projectile explosive of glass and a grenade ripped into the Rifters in the doorway, impaling quite a few through the head and chest and spiking many others through the neck, legs, arms, and abdomens. Justin peered around the corner. That had taken a surprisingly large chunk out of the door forces... but the heavies up top were still out of Justin's weapon range. And they were the ones with rocket launchers and RPGs.
He hoped they weren't all screwed.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 20, 2010 22:05:19 GMT -5
Zarra watched Anau through the scope of her rifle until he was safely behind cover, then turned her attention back to the enemies. She took out three stunned Rifters near the control room's entrance. Her sniper fire and the explosion moments before kept the ones still inside pinned there for the time being. Many of the enemies that were already outside were also soon forced to cover as the Phantom lowered and they came within range of it's guns. However, a few still managed to open fire on the Phantom. The Minor on the turret beside Zarra was badly wounded by a Rifter sniper and was replaced by a Major, as Zarra sought out and eleminated the sniper.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 20, 2010 22:43:47 GMT -5
Russ was on the other side, where a gunner had been killed. He took the seat, learning how to kill some Forerunner SOBs in a few seconds. Plasma death rained wherever he pointed the cannon.
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Post by Danny on Jul 21, 2010 3:29:10 GMT -5
"Ha, that was genius!" Chandler laughed, watching the result of Justin's improvised glass grenade. Nearly made him forget that the Pelican was now too damaged to operate. Guess it wasn't too much of a problem, the Phantoms had grav-lifts. Chandler walked casually out from behind his cover and made his way to the control room door. What Rifters were left were either dead or injured. He liked finding the injured ones. With his Assault Rifle attached firmly to his back, he strolled across the field and with his handgun drawn, committing a few mercy killings. Pop There goes one. Pop, and another. Pop, another one bites the dust. "Come on, let's move up," he ordered the team, though some of the Heavy Rifters still remained. Anau glanced up at the Phantom and watched Zarra take a shot, he smiled and turned back to the battlefiled. The Spartan in command was moving towards the control room door, putting down what Rifters were left. Hm, he hadn't done much in this battle. A little disappointed it was over, he began moving towards the now sealed shut Control Room door. *** 'Breathe, just breathe...' The hole in Juti's chest plate was large, terrifyingly large. The Rifter took a hit from an enemy sniper, the one in the air. His armour took most of the impact, but the damage done was severe. Bleeding out, he began crawling his way towards an Explosive Projectile Launcher as more of his brothers fell. He would bring honour to his name, he would be remembered for this. He put his dying hand on the weapon and pulled it towards him. Already loaded. He had to be quick, before the sniper could finish him. Before looking over the ledge, he placed the weapon on his shoulder and took his final breath. He stood and fired. *** Jack's eyes widened; he knew what was coming. "There!" he yelled, trying to get someone's attention. The rocket was fired and roared it's way towards the Phantom, which began to move, but it was too late. The rocket struck the Phantoms right turbine, sending the craft into disarray. It slammed into the second Phantom carrying Sanderson's artillery, which lost control and crashed into the craters wall, causing the unstable artillery ammunition inside to erupt, causing the craft to explode. The Phantom struck with the rocket began spiralling down, far below the Control Rooms entrance and eventually crashing into the sand below. Anau and Chandler turned from the entrance and watched the events unfold. Both were stunned, and hesitated to respond. "Leave them," Chandler said calmly, turning and facing the door. Having not dealt with Forerunner technology before, he was puzzled as to how to open it. "Leave them!?" Anau yelled in an outrage, "My- Our allies are down there!" 'Damn,' thought Chandler. Darman and the new guy were indeed aboard. "I don't care, we leave them. More than likely dead anyway, we can check after we take care of the Halo," "No!" Anau roared, "We assist before we continue!" "Ow..." Jack sat up rested against... he didn't know what and rapidly blinked, attempting to bring his vision back to normal. "Darman...?" he said with concern, not wanting to lose another member of the squad, "Anyone? Sound off."
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 21, 2010 3:41:52 GMT -5
"Sound off."
Darman groggily shook his head. "Spartan-070, reporting in," he muttered. He jumped from the shattered remains of the loading bay, grunting as he impacted the dune below. He scrambled for the cover of a nearby rock formation, and arrived without incident, and quickly unclipped the rifle. The weapon was online within seconds, and he was taking aim on the nearest Rifter. This one was operating an energy turret of some kind, cutting down their forces before they could make their way up to the control room. He shifted his aim, centering the crosshairs on the gunner's faceplate. He took a deep breath, held it...
The turret ceased firing.
They were scrambling for cover now. One was screaming for the medics, others where trying to haul the dead gunner from his harness. He lined up on it, putting an armor-piercing round into the Rifter's center-of-mass. It stumbled backwards, reacting as if someone had kicked it in the chest. 070 blinked with surprise, then fired another round, this time impacting the Rifter's throat. It went down flailing, and after another thunderous crack, fell silent.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 21, 2010 12:17:11 GMT -5
Zarra found herself lying on the ceiling of the Phantom, which, along with her newly received splitting headache, she found very disorienting. She crawled toward the light of one of the doors and came across another Elite. It was the same young Minor that had been wounded while using the turret minutes ago, taking a shot to the chest that might have been meant for her. He was dead. Either from his original wound or a new one from the crash, she didn't know, but she could have done something to help him. She should have done something, but she had been too busy looking out for Anau to check on the Minor, or even see if there was anyone else with medical training on board. Zarra had seen many warriors die before, and there were many that she had failed to save, their deaths were painful moments, but she was always able to quickly move on. This time, though, it stung worse than ever. An overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt came over her, as she sat there in the dark wreckage. She stayed there beside the body, hid her face, and wept.
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Post by Oru-Hime on Jul 21, 2010 13:29:49 GMT -5
(ooc what should Lyra be doing? I have no idea, sorry for the inconvinence)
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Post by Spartan-777 on Jul 21, 2010 13:41:52 GMT -5
(OoC: Either attempting to pull yourself from the wreckage of the recently downed Phantom, or dead. XD)
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 21, 2010 13:47:56 GMT -5
((OoC: Lyra was on the dropship that just crashed, so have her wander around dazed or help Darman. Zarra kind of needs some sense knocked into her, but I was kind of planning on a Spartan or Elite dragging her out of the wreck, so just leave her alone. ))
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jul 21, 2010 15:05:15 GMT -5
Russ was shooting Rifters in a turret.
The next, blackness.
A few seconds later he woke up to the wreckage, and pushed himself off the ground. As a Rifter snuck up behind them, he unlimbered his MBR, spun around, and shot him with a three-round burst (something preserved from the Battle Rifle: it was still nice to have). He dropped in his tracks.
Once that minor problem was taken care of, he heard something. Crying. He mentally swore: shellshock was the last thing he needed right now, and it didn't matter who was suffering... unless it was one of those godless Rifter bastards (godless because the Forerunners practically were gods). He slowly moved towards the crying, hoping it wasn't a Rifter. His MBR was down in a position where if it was he could raise and fire.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to do that.
(OoC: Hope you don't mind Indi. If Zarra doesn't move then my guy'll try to talk some sense into her. If that doesn't work, Plan B: pull her out and get her to a safe area.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 21, 2010 17:11:40 GMT -5
((OOC Elias got Lyra ))
Elias looked around in the and he saw nothing. " what the hell...am I blind.....dead...no I can move something so I am alive he moved his arms and legs further testing for injury...all systems were green...at least limbwis
This movement had moved some rubble off him of and a light shone down on him. Ok so Elias was not blind after all.
" thank god your ok meatbag I don't know what I would do without out you" said Grim halfheartedly.
" Shut up Grim I don't have time for this right now I kinda have to get myself out of this rubble "
" well hurry it up meatbag I...we have a job to do here "
After some hardwork and elbow grease Elias got out of the rubble. He looked around and saw others who had done the same, heard an elite crying and some dead people. The thought of where is Lyra popped into his head and he began searching for her...damn it she could not die....not this way. " Lyra where are you " called Elias in his searching for rubble and helping the elites he found out. *** " I agree with Anau if this was one of your craft you would immediatly go and assist them....unless you want to tackle the control room yourself I suggest you come. Besides as you humans say the more the merrier....we don't know what is waiting for us in that control room but I suggest we have more people to handle it " said Katar.
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