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Post by Danny on Sept 27, 2010 17:23:28 GMT -5
“The Covenant has found Reach. I don’t think there’s anything more to say.” - Colonel Locklear to General Thompson August 12, 2552 “The Covenant’s been acting like a kid trying to get into a tree house with a big ‘No Covenant’ sign on its door for the past six hours,” Jack continued to stare out the side of the Falcon. “They’re interested in what we have inside, but we’ve made sure when they stick their big lizard face in our window, we shoot it off,” The SPARTAN-III, recently assigned to Hotel Team of Charlie Company, was enroute to an ONI facility somewhere in Ütközet, along with two Falcons full of other SPARTAN’s. “Our fire teams have been able to handle most of them at gates, but just this morning they sent in Special Operation Squads and broke into the compound, which we’ve since been able to hold them in,” The three Falcons approached the facility from its rear. Jack observed it didn’t look like an ONI facility at all. If it did, he guessed the Covenant would be a whole lot more interested. The building was maybe twenty or thirty stories tall and it looked old, from this distance it looked like it was made of scrap metal. “Judging by their attacks, we can only assume they don’t know what we have inside. Spartans, you job is to make sure they don’t know what’s inside.” Jack nodded and looked back inside the Falcon. Here was his new team. Sitting beside him was Martin, typing away on his PDA, probably not even listening to Locklear’s orders. In front of Jack was Darman, a SPARTAN-II and his commander. Beside him was Marcas, the heavy weapons specialist, cradling his Flamethrower. And sitting on the side of the Falcon with her legs dangling free was Toni, their sniper. Jack pulled his Assault Rifle over from his back and rested it on his thighs as the Falcons lowered onto the dry, dusty road behind the facility. Once the Spartans were off loaded, the Falcons left. Jack had a quick glance at the Spartans around, but didn’t have time to count them all. He considered the amount bit of an overkill. “Spartans!” A trooper called from a third floor window, “Move through the lobby and assist, they’re making another push!” *** Anau Nadumee placed on his Spec-Ops helmet and rejoined his squad; he was always the slowest when it came to getting into armour. “Glad you could join us, Nadumee,” Ream whispered as Anau stood beside her, still fidgeting with his armour. “Be quiet,” he replied. Anau couldn’t see it, but Ream grinned. “We have squads moving up the sides,” his Commander continued, “We’ll be striking through the middle, so our side teams may go unnoticed.” The Commander took up his Needle Rifle and and the rest of the squad followed suit by taking up their weapons. “Be strong brothers, the Humans are weak and tired from a night of combat, take advantage of this! Attack!” Anau let out a roar, with the other males of the squad and charged through the gate and into the compound. *** “Here they come!” Jack moved through the lobby filled with injured and dead, to come to the site of Elites beginning to push. The compound was large, so the Elites had a bit of ground to cover, but unfortunately they had plenty of cover, as scraps of metal and old vehicles littered the yard. The UNSC troopers had two lines of defence; a path in front of the building filled with foxholes and barricades, and a balcony above them with two turrets. “The main facility has been locked down,” Jack looked down to see an injured trooper hanging onto his leg, “But all the Elites have to do is splice into one of two security terminals, and they can open up everything!” Jack snapped to Darman and nodded. They had to make sure the Elites don’t get to one of the security terminals.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 27, 2010 17:47:10 GMT -5
Spartan-070 returned the nod as he shifted his gaze to the squad. He unlimbered his carbine, racking the charge handle with a double-clack that echoed through the compound. His cold gaze scrutinized the landscape. Bodies were everwhere. Shrapnel littered the ground. He looked back to the squad, each one willing to fight, bleed, and die for every inch of dirt on this rock.
"Ammo up. Looks like we get to show 'em the door."
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Post by IndigoWolf on Sept 27, 2010 19:00:22 GMT -5
Targa looked out over the battlefield through the open hatch on the side of the Phantom and smiled, then signaled to his squad to get ready to disembark.
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Diana-014 slung a grenade at a pack of Jackals to keep them busy as she charged a Spartan Laser at a Wraith. The Wrath boosted away and only took a glancing hit from the laser as it moved behind a building. She growled to herself as the tank escaped, then switched to her sidearm to take care of the remaining Jackals. Then she fell back to meet up with the new arrivals.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 27, 2010 19:13:36 GMT -5
" Spartan your needed...the Covenant have come back " said a Marine running down the hallway to find anyone who has able to fight to do so.
" Is that so " asked Lebron tilting his head up from the modifcations he was making to his stolen Focus and Needle Rifle...mainly getting them to display things in Human. He grabbed his helmet and put it back on....he had no idea what was so important here but he did not want the Covenant going here...hell they dragged him from savaging the battle that happened here.
He exited the room along with the Odsts he was hanging out with. " our best guess is the lobby " said Lebron before leaving the room and heading to the Elevator. *** " this picture is a fake Green " said Falcon Pilot Mike DeLuca to his gunner. " I swear to god that is her...look when we get outta here I will take you to see her " said the Gunner taking his picture of his girlfriend back. " fine I will believe it when I see it...come on I think they fixed her up already " " yeah...try and drive a bit better next time...that shot almost cooked me " " Yeah well your stuck with me until you get a promotion "
DeLuca got into his Falcon "Blackhawk". He even managed away with painting an Indian Head on the her without command bitching at him.
" what are we going today control " asked Deluca inspecting his bird. " Your providing air support for the ground troops....and we call you back to get some VIP's outta here Delta Hawk " replyed an AI. " Super "
He began the Preflight inspection.
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Post by Danny on Sept 28, 2010 3:17:09 GMT -5
"Boss, Martin and I will head to the closest terminal," Marcas said to Darman, shouldering the flame thrower for easier transportation. "I may be able to find a way to make sure the Elites can't splice it," Martin added. The two gave each other a glance and took a fireteam of troopers and headed towards the terminal. "I'm going to take shots from the balcony," Toni announced, heading back inside. Jack, who had picked off the troopers hand from his leg, looked up to see an approaching female Spartan, "I'll get a sitrep from one of the locals," he then looked to Darman, "Then head to the second terminal." "Spartan," Jack greeted, meeting the woman halfway, "How's things?" *** Anau ran beside Ream with another younger Sangheili behind them, Jaoh Tyramee. Anau and Ream armed with Plasma Repeaters, and Jaoh with a Needle Rifle. Anau and Ream laid down a volley of plasma fire while Jaoh used precision. As they got too close, two turrets and a Human sentry opened fire. As bullets began biting at their shields, Anau grabbed Jaoh and dragged him behind cover. Ream however, continued forward, now the focus of Human fire. Anau peeked over his cover to see her dive behind a pile of scrap metal at the last second. "Who knew a female could be so fearless!" Jaoh said, joining Anau in looking over their cover. Who then dragged the young Minor back behind it. "This particular one is stupid, not fearless," Anau groaned, quietly jealous of the more ground she had covered, "Stay here and cover us," Anau then left the Minor and dived forward, joining more Spec-Op Elites in the push.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 28, 2010 12:29:20 GMT -5
General Quilian Killam growled of course Katar had to send him here with only this Phantom carrying a Wraith promising to get him reinforcemens when he was able to. " we must infiltrate the human stronghold...do what our brothers failed to do " said Quilian to his Phantom full of elite Rangers, two stealth elites and an Ultra. The Phantom lowered the background dropping off its elites and Wraith. He turned to the Ultra " looks like it is you and me " growled Quilian as the Rangers took off and the Stealth Elites dissappeared to do their work. He unleashed a barrage of Fuel Rod shots towards the building before hefting the big gun over his shoulder and pulling his needle rifle out. *** The elevator finally made its decent down to the lobby. " what is the situation" asked Lebron to the Spartans in the lobby. *** Delzotta got the green light to take off with his Phantom and the first thing he saw was a Wraith. " shit we got a Wraith out there " said the pilot before going after to chase down the Phantom.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Sept 28, 2010 13:27:53 GMT -5
Russ checked, checked, and re-checked his MA37 assault rifle. It was the worst fears of every human come to life: the Covenant had discovered Reach. If they got to a security terminal... they could glass Reach and kill humanity.
When he found them, he shot a few Grunts for target practice: they fell down. He promptly continued firing into assorted groups of other aliens... one terminal. However, if push came to shove... well, he wondered if a terminal could be destroyed.
(OoC: I haz entered the treehouse. Hope that isn't too bad an entry.)
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Post by IndigoWolf on Sept 28, 2010 14:10:33 GMT -5
"Covies," Diana sighed, "Lots of 'em. Just gotta keep shooting til there's nothing left to shoot." She contined past the newcomer to some boxes of ammo and weapons, and put down the Spartan Laser in favor of an assault rifle for the time being. The laser was best saved for vehicles and all she saw from her position at the moment was infantry. She stayed close to the weapon though, that first Wraith was still out there and she thought she saw one of the Phantoms carrying another. * * * "Shall we move in, Sir?" Targa asked, "As interesting as it is to watch and give orders from here, I would prefer to take part in the fighting." He grinned, looking out toward the battle, and fingered the sword at his side eagerly. ((OoC: I'm guessing that Ultra you mentioned supposed to be my Ultra, Specs, but I can change my post if he isn't. ))
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 28, 2010 14:51:19 GMT -5
(OOC No but I would rather have your Ultra then some random NPC ) " yes lets go " said Quilian to the Ultra before charging. *** " right..well I suppose let us get out there " said Lebron moving out of the lobby focus rifle in hand.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 28, 2010 16:06:15 GMT -5
(OoC: So Darman is supposed to be heading for the second terminal, or waiting for Jack, then going to said terminal?)
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Post by Danny on Sept 28, 2010 16:20:31 GMT -5
(OoC: Darman can do whatever he wants. Remember you haz control of Hotel ) "How does it look?" Marcas asked, still holding his flame thrower on his shoulder while Martin got to work on the terminal. "This tech is ancient! A five year old with a fork could hack this!" Martin replied with his PDA plugged into the terminal. "Can you lock it down?" asked Marcas again, but not receiving a reply. He left Martin to fiddle with the computer and walked forward to one of the troopers observing the battle. "They're pushing up the middle," he said, "I guess that means they don't know about the terminals," Marcas chuckled and adjusted the M7057/DP, "Dumbasses, even if they didn't know they should be flanking us," The trooper looked up at the Spartan with wide, concerned eyes. "Don't worry, son. We have this fight." *** Jack followed the female Spartan back up to the building and then to the ammo crates, "You did good holding out," he said, then looking up at the ONI building, "Do you know what's in there?"
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Post by Spartan-777 on Sept 28, 2010 16:38:22 GMT -5
Darman had been skirting along the walls of the compound for some time now. He pulled himself over a rather large piece of debris, training his carbine on the area beyond. He caught a glimpse of terminal two. Seemed to be fairly safe, for now. He peered down the sights, being sure to keep the console in his peripheral vision as he scanned the area. All clear.
Gunfire resounded in the distance. They were trying to breach the compound again. He muttered incoherently, shouldered the weapon, and made his way back to the gate. This was going to be a long day...
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Post by IndigoWolf on Sept 28, 2010 17:08:07 GMT -5
"Nope, just that it's important," Diana replied while picking up some extra ammo, "They like it that way, don't they?" She held out her hand, "Diana-oh one four."
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"Ha, ha!" Targa laughed. He tossed his sword in the air and activated it as he caught it, then charged in where the Spec-Ops Elites were advancing.
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Post by Ares on Sept 28, 2010 22:22:22 GMT -5
Screams.
Screams and gunfire from assorted firearms slowly began to penetrate the sonic haze around Deirdre. She stirred in her involuntary sleep, light piercing her eyes. After several seconds, she regained full consciousness.
Glass. Her drop pod. She was still buckled in. In fact... she was still sealed in. It had failed to unlock upon "landing." Great. Now it was still sealed shut, and if it could stay shut for atmospheric entry, then it could withstand anything she could throw at it from in here. She could also hear the continuous butchering of the ODSTs who had been sent down with her, while she was locked away inside her pod, stuck behind... what was this? If she was reading these readouts correctly, he pod had been struck with a plasma bolt and had hit enemy territory. She was outside of the concealed ONI building, alright... in fact, she had been knocked into Sangheili-controlled turf. The trapped SPARTAN-III glared out of her hazy canopy- she could see the building, actually. But she could also see several Covenant warriors butchering the ODSTs she had been dropped in with.
Then, Deirdre remembered protocol... She tapped several keys, trying to connect to any UNSC signals nearby.
"Mayday!" the Irish-descended SPARTAN spoke into the comm. "Mayday! SPARTAN-III D237 Deirdre trapped in drop pod! I'm stuck in Covenant turf... about thirty yards east of nearest identifiable UNSC ground forces! Request immediate aid!"
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A Vampire descended after a Phantom dropped off a group of Sangheili and a Wraith. The side bays opened, letting two Zealots, a Field Marshall, and an Ultra leap out of the low-cruising ship. As they left the craft, it spiraled upwards and away. The two Zealots, hulking aliens wielding dual plasma swords each, landed behind the slender Field Marshall in front of them. The Ultra hit the ground in a feline crouch, his concussion rifle in hand.
As the Vampire left, the Ultra spoke up. "Field Marshall 'Datariee," he began. "I believe we should rendezvous with General Quillian and Ultra Targa up ahead. It would likely make our mission much-"
He was cut off by his crimson-armored Field Marshall. "Hold your tongue, 'Tahamee!" she snapped at him. "I know how to accomplish my mission, and I was to bring us to the others momentarily. You must trust in your leadership, lest they not trust you!" The admonishment caused the white-armored Sangheili to bow his head slightly, showing submission. Samara 'Datariee, the Field Marshall, then proceeded to dart forward. She made her way around various pieces of rubble towards the gaudily-armored General who was busy firing huge globs of explosive green plasma at the building they needed to infiltrate. Her Ultra assistant, Ronday 'Tahamee, followed. The obviously less intelligent Zealot tagged along last, grunting and growling like large animals.
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Post by Danny on Sept 28, 2010 23:21:53 GMT -5
"Jack, one-two-oh," The Spartan III introduced, taking Diana's hand and shaking it, "You've got Spartan reinforcements, ma'am. We'll help you take care of your Covenant problem."
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Toni listened to the trapped Spartan's distress call and scanned the field for his pod, "This is Spartan one-two-one, I've got eyes on your pod, Deirdre, but our troopers are spread a little too thin at the moment," She then slammed a new clip into her sniper rifle and cocked it, "Get out of your pod and sprint for the compound, I'll cover you."
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"Their sniper is distracted!" Anau announced. "Charge, brothers!" His Commander roared, "Find their terminals and signal the Engineers!" Anau dodged enemy fire by rolling and jumping from cover to cover until finally he was just 10 meters away from the Humans, "Rar! I'm pinned down!" Apparently all that jumping and rolling got their turrets attention. Ream then appeared with a Needle Rifle, jumping from her cover and landing beside Anau. "What was your plan? Now we're both stuck here!" Ream winked at Anau and stood, fired, and then crouched back down. With that, one of the turrets ceased firing. Ream shook her head, a little dazed from the few headshots she took. "Do me a favour," she said, handing over the rifle, "Take care of the other one," Anau snatched the rifle and activated his camouflage. He leaned around the side of the scrap-heap he was hiding behind and lined up the shot, when he suddenly came under fire. He quickly took the shot and retreated with his shields gone and a shoulder full of bullets. He then notice Ream returning to her cover as well. She had gotten their attention by firing his plasma repeater. "You fool, you nearly had me killed!" "My mistake."
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