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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Sept 29, 2010 0:37:34 GMT -5
" Delta Hawk provide covering firing for that Spartan over....if that fails I want to make an emergency extraction " radioed the base's Hanger AI. *** " Roger that " said Delzotto turning the Falcon around as he opened fire on the ground troops near the Spartan on the ground. *** Lebron ran back inside and grabbed a jetpack from the wall and then returned back outside. He activated it and managed to make his way to the downed Spartan. " Oh hey girl need a lift " asked Lebron as he touched down next to her manging to get their alive...but his sheilds were down and his vitals read orange for the moment....shit the return trip would be dangerous as well no offense to her but the extra weight would slow him down. *** Quilian turned to see the Fieldmarshall...her Ultra and a Zealot coming towards him. He took a closer look...oh great it was her...Katar was the only person in this damned Covenant he would take orders from...not even the Prophets but he had to suck it up she was in charge here, he did want want to meet the fate of those who shared his views on the Covenant, and this ment he was no longer responsible for this mission. " Field Marshall Datariee it is an honor to under your command, I will have to tell Katar I met you and that your here "
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Post by IndigoWolf on Sept 30, 2010 14:43:06 GMT -5
Targa let the last human of the group he was attacking run, and made his way back to the General who had been met by some other high ranking Elites. "Field Marshal," he bowed, "What a pleasant surprise."
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"Glad to have you," Diana nodded, with a smile, "They'll see now we're a force to be reckoned with."
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Post by Danny on Sept 30, 2010 16:32:45 GMT -5
Two special operations Elites with active camouflage engaged stalked a lone Spartan making his way back to the rest of them. They both looked in the direction he was coming from, and ran to investigate. They disengaged their camouflage and began picking around at the outdated devices and looking under pieces of scrap metal in search of the Human terminal. One of the Elites began searching the walls, looking for something he could tear open or smash through. He came to a heavily sealed door, with a keypad beside it. He attempted to rip it from the wall but failed. Instead, he revealed several computer screens hidden behind a drywall above the keypad. "We have it!"
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Martin stood from the first terminal, now with his PDA unhooked and his sidearm pointed at the controls. "If we destroy it, two things could happen," he said, "It'll be busted and the Elites can't use it, or the controls will short circuit and open all the doors," "We're not doing that," Marcas replied, turning away from the battle and returning to Martin, "Maybe as a last resort,"
It was good to have a break. A UNSC trooper known simply as 'Scott' had been on the front line all morning. Now he's just sitting on his helmet listening to Spartans bicker. "Can you believe this?" A trooper asked, taking a knees beside him, "There's at least seven Spartans here now, don't you think one was enough?" "We need the help, Josh," Scott chuckled, putting down his Assault Rifle, "It is an ONI building after all," The second trooper, Josh, shook his head and looked up at Scott, who was looking at him with a confident smile. Josh couldn't help but smile too, he had to admit, with all these Spartans, there was no way they could lose. Almost immediately, a distorted shape was placed over Scott's head. Josh fell backwards and scrambled for his gun when the trooper was picked up and tossed into the wall. Now a very large shape glimmered before him, In fact several shapes revealed themselves. "Elites! Elites, here! Help!" Three Elites deactivated their camouflage and split up with Energy Swords drawn. They began cutting down the unsuspecting troopers, to which the two Spartan-III's immediately responded.
Marcas unleashed hell and proceeded to burn off an Elites face, then burning himself a perimeter around the terminal. "I counted three!" Martin yelled. "I saw more coming," replied Marcas, getting on his radio, "This is terminal one, the Elites have got us pinned, need reinforcements, over."
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Post by Ares on Sept 30, 2010 23:13:01 GMT -5
Deirdre noticed a particularly burly SPARTAN descending in a jetpack. The Covenant seemed to be preoccupied with the butchering of the ODSTs and the pinning down of the other SPARTANs. Thus, the Gaelic supersoldier pulled out her DMR, and put it against the glass.... and fired. Blowing open the canopy, she staggered out to meet Lebron. The girl replied in her lustrous Irish accent.
"Affirmative! We need to get to the other side of the-" and then she paused. An idea struck her... they were right behind a large amount of the Covenant offensive... they could either flee to safety right now, or they could sneak up on the group of Sangheili and start dishing out grenades and bullets. The girl finished her sentence far differently from how it had begun.
"Screw that. I can cause some damage from right here while you hit them from above."
Noting his rather overloaded shields, the tech-savvy your Gael slipped behind the hulking SPARTAN to reach his armor's power source. Re-routing several breakers in the course of several seconds, Deridre had re-activated his shields... and probably gave him a slight boost. She then dodged under his arm to return in front of him. All of this had happened over the course of six seconds. Deirdre then stated, her seemingly lightning-quick thought process leading her to this, "I'll hit 'em hard from behind with some grenades and cover fire while you hammer them from above. You okay with that?"
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Field Marshall 'Datariee nodded briskly to the golden-armored General. The sleek, feline Sangheili spoke, "And it is an honor to work alongside a fighter of such prowess. But before you ask, no, I will not assert dominance over this mission. We have an objective, and we need to achieve it. Repressing my fellows never works... Besides, Katar gave you orders, and he is by far my superior in experience. Carry on, General. We have a job to do."
Her Ultra, Ronday 'Tahamee, watched the surroundings with his Concussion Rifle at ready. He glared at the ONI building up again. A nest of heretics... even if he personally would prefer to treat the humans as potential converts. Not infidels to be slaughtered... but alas, he was not in charge.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Oct 1, 2010 0:10:41 GMT -5
" Let's do this girlfriend " said Lebron giving her a quick spank...really one of those spanks male athletes give each other with towels...except did not have a towel so he had to make do. (OOC Just letting you know you can tell by his voice that he is homoscrabble ual ) *** " As you wish ma'am " said Quilian bowing before reloading his Fuel Rod and firing another barrage at the building.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Oct 1, 2010 21:54:06 GMT -5
"Sir- I mean, Ma'am," said Targa, listening to his radio, "Some things of interest have been found by the Special Operations Elites. May I assist them?"
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"Trouble at terminal one," said Diana, listening to the newest distress call, "We should move." She considered her weapon choice, not wanting to leave the laser behind, but decided to keep the assault rifle for now. She sprinted toward the terminal, catching sight of the skirmish, and opened fire of one of the Elites. She watched as it staggered in surprise and quickly took cover as it lost it's shields, then she started to follow it. There was a growl behind her and she was suddenly wrestled to the ground. She blocked a glowing blade with her rifle as it swung at her, then kicked her attacker in the leg and tried to scramble to where she could turn her rifle on it.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Oct 1, 2010 22:06:07 GMT -5
Darman had recently arrived at the front gate, preparing himself for the impending onslaught. His comms buzzed to life.
"Trouble at terminal one."
He threw one last glance at the gate, then took off running. He soon caught a glimpse of the terminal, as well as a team of Elites making their way towards it. A lone Spartan wrestled in the dirt, attempting to maneuver herself into position for a kill shot. He trained his carbine, but in the midst of the struggle, was unable to find a clear shot. He let his MA5K drop, the weapon now swinging loosely from the strap as he barelled towards the Elite. He thudded into the creature, now howling in protest as it was torn away from its previous assailant. But as he attempted to bring his MA5 to bare, a second Elite snatched the weapon away.
He was on the ground now, alien screams filling his ears. They were clawing at his him, as if attempting to tear him apart. He fumbled for his sidearm, and quickly produced an M6G Magnum. It spat twice, enough to dislodge one of his attackers as he started for his carbine. The alien kicked it away, delivering another swift blow to his ribs...
This wouldn't end well.
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Post by Danny on Oct 2, 2010 2:04:16 GMT -5
Jack was soon on the scene with his Assault Rifle at his hip. He unleashed all thirty-two rounds on the Elite above his C.O. It was enough to send the creature back, destroy it's shields and inflict some physical damage. As he was halfway through reloading, the Elite was finished with a precise chest shot from Toni.
With his Assault Rifle reloaded, he kneeled down beside Darman and helped him back to his feet. An Elite took this opportunity to charge the two distracted Spartans, but was quickly put down by Toni again. A single shot through and through it's head. Jack looked over and gave the Spartan sniper a nod, and then looked to Diana.
"You OK?"
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Post by IndigoWolf on Oct 2, 2010 11:18:10 GMT -5
Diana gave a quick nod as she got to her feet, then hurried on toward the terminal. Picking out another Elite and hosing it down on her way.
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Post by Ares on Oct 2, 2010 21:40:20 GMT -5
Samara 'Datariee nodded honorably. "Of course. Your judgement I will always trust." She shot a look at her own Ultra that seemed to indicate he was an exception here...
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Deirdre froze, and slowly turned to glare at Lebron. Underneath her helmet, she pursed her lips in a mixture of irritation and amusement. She replied in her now less consternating voice, "Go get 'em, tiger," to the rather flaming man. She sprinted to a fallen support beam, waited several seconds, and then opened fire on the Covenant's back. She lobbed two grenades as she let loose a salvo of projectiles at the backs of numerous Elites, Grunts, and Jackals.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Oct 3, 2010 1:41:12 GMT -5
Lebron nodded and activated his jetpack and started spraying shots from his needle rifle. He sighed his accuracy was probably terrible but it was distracting the Covenant and that was all that mattered.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Oct 3, 2010 13:34:00 GMT -5
"Thank you," Targa bowed, then hurried off with another confident laugh. There were Demons here, in this battle. If he managed to kill one he might reach the rank of Zealot sooner than he had hoped. He quietly approached the skirmish near the terminal, and watched for a moment, getting a good idea of the situation. There were Demons there, as well as many dead and wounded Elites. He sent out a call for a medic before moving in, and letting out a thunderous battle cry as he charged. * * * Diana heard another loud roar nearby and looked in time to see a trooper become skewered on the sword of an Ultra. She let out her own cry of outrage and fired on the Elite. The bullets made it's shields flash and sizzle, but it continued to charge, not seeming to care. ((OoC: Feel free to wound Targa if you want, but please don't kill or maim him. ))
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Oct 3, 2010 14:12:40 GMT -5
" Brother let me borrow your jetpack " said Quilian to the Ranger elite who just flew in and informed him that demons were defending this facility and that Targa had made it inside. " what..." asked the Ranger. " Him....I want to take him out " growled Quilian pointing to the Spartan that was jetpacking in the air. " I can do that for you sir " growled the Ranger eager to prove his worth. " No brother...you are not ready to face a Demon...so please give me your jetpack " said Quilian. " Yes sir " grumbled the Ranger as he removed the jetpack from his armor.
" Katar reinforcemens are going to be needed Demons have infested this installation....most be something very valuable here if they have all of these Demons here " said Quilian as he adjusted himself into his jetpack. *** Quilian charged over to where the Demon was flying with his active camouflage engaged. Once he was behind the Demon he activated the jetpack and flew towards him. The demon was too busy slaying his brothers too noticed that Quilian was right behind him. Using this chance he ripped the jetpack off the Demon and tossed it to the ground. Before the human fell to far Quilian caught the Demon and then he slammed him into the ground. *** Lebron fell from the heavens....blast the jetpack had taken up all of his armor's reserve power for this kind of thing and his armor-lock lacked the juice to be used even for a moment. He landed to the ground with a thud...shit the crash drained his shields and his HUD red that his vitals were in the red. He reached for his needle rifle and fired in the direction he thought that General...with a jetpack was. *** Quilian grunted as a needle imbedded itself into his armor.....his use of active camouflage on the way over drained his shields. He used the vast of his jetpacks charge to put himself down somewhere safe.
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Post by Ares on Oct 3, 2010 18:43:21 GMT -5
Deirdre's eyes widened as Lebron spiraled down, crashing into the ground. He was actually near enough for her to go get... and the Covenant saw that. She lifted her DMR, sending a number of bullets through a Sangheili Minor's head. A group of Grunts entered her vision, almost directly in front of her. They had needlers and plasma pistols.... and were only about five feet away. How had they done that?!
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Ronday turned from his mistress, who dismissed him to enter battle. He sprinted across the battlefield, his movements those of a ice-armored stag. The sleek alien leaped and bounded towards a detachment of forces currently under attack from a pair of Demons... along the way, a well-aimed grenade almost hit him, but ended up propelling him forward faster. The Ultra Sangheili finally made it to the forces assembled, and noted that that idiotic General had taken a jetpack and flown around. Did he not grasp that his armor was too heavy to jetpack for very long? He wasn't a lightly armored ranger, and he had used up the vast fuel reserves very quickly. Then, however, Ronday noticed the second Demon. Rather small, actually. Likely a female. While they tended to be weaker, they were far more precocious. More dangerous overall. Suddenly, his eyes widened as the Demon moved from her cover....
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Deirdre leaped from behind her cover, wailing like one of the ancient Banshees of Ireland. The Grunts converging on her started- one even dropped its weapon. She lifted her MAC5 Assault Rifle, filling two Grunts with bullet rounds, and then discharged the rest of her clip into the Grunt Ultra in front of her. Instead of reloading her weapon, she placed it on her back, next to the DMR. The human removed her pistol, and never stopped moving. Placing three shots into the head of the last Grunt, she dashed across the open grass to reach Lebron, who was still firing randomly with his Needler Rifle. One pink crystal whizzed past her head, and she slapped the gun away irritatedly.
"I always have to save the guys' fat asses," she snarled, grabbing Lebron's upper arm and began to drag him away.
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Ronday calmly took the Beam Rifle from a Ranger Elite nearby, despite its original objections. Ignoring the indignant noises from his fellow Sangheili, Ultra 'Tahamee looked down the scope at the female Spartan. Rescuing her wounded brethren... rather than letting him die an honorable death. This was why they were left behind by the Forerunners. They had no honor. The pearly-armored Sangheili zoomed the scope slightly, focusing on the female's torso. Pausing to finalize his aim, the Ultra then squeezed the pressure grip. A particle beam ripped through the air, splitting the space in between the Sangheili and the human.
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Deirdre screamed as a purple bolt of searing particles made burning contact with her shoulder. It tore through her shields and melted the top half of her overlarge shoulder plate off. Her shoulder, burned quite painfully, was smoking. The Gaelic SPARTAN, however, refused to stop. She continued to drag Lebron off until they were behind cover, at which the main salvo of the overheated plasma weaponry began. Deirdre pulled off her helmet, biting her lip. It... it hurt so badly. The woman's long auburn hair spilled out onto her shoulders, and she tapped her earpiece.
"SPARTAN D237 Deirdre speaking. Lebron and I are cut off by a General and an Ultra, as well as a significant force of Grunts, Jackals, and Elites. Diversionary hornet strike requested so we can get to the ONI building."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Oct 4, 2010 0:31:18 GMT -5
" Looks like I owe you one sweetheart " said Lebron after he was dragged off to apparently safety. *** " Roger that I am bringing my Falcon around to assist " said Delzotta as he circled around the ONI building. " Alright boys we are going in Red Hot to pick those Spartan's up....stay Frosty....Greene mop them up with your machine gun, Ray blow them to bits with your grenade launcher...you know the drill "
The Falcon charged towards the position that the Spartans had marked and mopped up the grunts and Jackles the Ultra and General were not in sight. It lowered itself so the Spartan's could climb aboard.
" Move Move Move...your not walking back to the ONI building too hot to do that so I suggest you two get in " said Delzotto with his New York accent. *** Lebron made his way inside the Falcon and switched to his Focus Rifle....he might as well make himself useful and help this pilot out who let them catch a lift instead of running back wounded.
(OOC Decided my Falcon would be cool and the crew tricked it out to have a grenade launcher on one side and a machine gun on the other)
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