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Post by Danny on Feb 20, 2009 1:54:58 GMT -5
"I don't see how this is giving off the signal," Anau said, stumped by the device. He bent down beside it where Katar had kicked it and observed the dint. "It's hardly a sturdy thing," he then smacked the side of it. Nothing. "What's the human term, wild goose chase?" he sighed, standing up. "This thing is useless," he said, spinning the small dish on top of it, when during it's rotation it came to a sudden stop. Intrigued, Anau placed his hand on the dish and attempted to turn it further. "Stubborn thing," he groaned, when all of the sudden it moved and locked into a different position. The device began to make small vibrations and the sound of it charging. "That did something," he said, taking a few steps backwards. Components of the device began to fall off due to the vibrations and the sand around it began to part, revealing a metal floor under the sand. The device began to violently shake when all of a sudden it let out a strong force, ripping away the sand from underneath them. Anau let out a surprised cry as he fell onto the metal floor.
As quickly as it began it was over, all the sand around them had been removed. Anau stood up off the floor and looked at the device that lay in ruins and then to the purple floor. "I've seen one of these," he said, quietly to himself. "Find a control panel," he ordered.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Feb 20, 2009 21:22:17 GMT -5
Zarra stared, surprised for a moment, then nodded and started searching the floor. She didn't see anything that looked like a control panel nearby and moved on, wandering closer to Anau. "Well, this looks more like the sort of thing we've been searching for. Good work," she said, still scanning the ground. "You're alright aren't you?" she added with a little laugh, "That was a rather spectacular fall."
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Post by Danny on Feb 20, 2009 22:27:21 GMT -5
"I don't know what you are talking about," Anau chuckled. "I merely stumbled, Anau Nadum' does not fall," he said jokingly. "Though, I've been known to fall in things- into things, I've been known to fall into things," he said, clearing his throat. "Let's focus on finding the control panel,"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 20, 2009 22:33:51 GMT -5
Katar chuckled as the Commander fell to the floor. "now if I were a control panel where would I be...besides on the machine" said Katar to himself. He grumbled as he searched around for the control panel. He hated machines..the only machines he liked were the machines of the gods at least they worked and they were older then this machine.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Feb 21, 2009 0:13:19 GMT -5
Zarra laughed again, "Alright then. Well, I think I'll be over this way." She gradually wandered over to the edge where there was still a light covering of sand. She bent down and brushed some of the sand away. Right away she came acoss something that felt like it could have been part of a panel, but quickly discovered that it was only one of the seams where two sections of the the metal floor had been joined. She grumbled to herself and continued the search.
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Post by Coconut on Feb 21, 2009 6:56:17 GMT -5
Matt had made it back to the convoy, as had everyone else under his control. As far as he knew, the others of note had made it back alive as well - Charlie, Russell, Specs and the like. Last he'd heard, Johnny had been shot however he had no idea if Johnny had survived or had been brought back to camp. Another thing that worried him was the position of Mira; she hadn't been with them when they assaulted the tribespeople's camp, and that meant she was probably wandering, alone and lost, in the woods. She hadn't reported back to the convoy yet, which had dug in camp outside the woods as a precautionary measure, although she'd know where it was. All Matt could hope was that she was alive and okay, and that she'd turn up again pretty soon.
However, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Although Matt would have liked nothing more than to go off and search for Charlie, to go find her and kiss her, he knew that he had business at hand - important jobs to do. These tribespeople weren't particularly advanced and although some of them may have been humans during the Human-Covenant War, this was some kind of hybrid cross-breed now. Who knew the extent of what the glassing had done to these people mentally? They may be too mad to think rationally, or they may not know of any sort of weaponry other than their own. Therefore, an attack on the United Nations Space Command's base was most likely imminent.
Fortifying the base, then, was Matt's responsibility, and as he set up a perimeter of scouts and guards, heavy guns and weaponry around the outside he looked out over the darkening desert towards the forest, less than twenty metres away. Less than ideal a distance, but perhaps... "Fire upon the treeline. We'll give them something to show them we're stronger than they are and that attack's futile, as well as giving them less cover close to our camp." The marine nodded, and commissioned the barrage. As the heavy guns sent their booming missiles hammering into the treeline, splitting trees and cutting back the line of cover, Matt nodded. Raising his hand to stop it, he looked out again. Where the treeline had been was now broken, twisted debris, the actual treeline now some way back. Let them come. Matt thought, grimly.
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Post by Danny on Feb 21, 2009 7:43:00 GMT -5
While the others prepared for the native retaliation, Charlie stood and watched as a hand full of medics operated vigorously to save the lives of four injured marines, originally there were five. The medics were trying to motivate the marines, to hold on a little longer. She finally stepped forward. "Can I do something?" she asked weakly. A medic turned around briefly and noticed Johnny's blood dripping from her. "It's not mine," she said. "What are you, shell shocked, marine? Get over here and apply some pressure," the medic ordered. Charlie nodded and kneeled beside him.
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"This is interesting," Anau said, noticing a smooth surface of the metal. "There are no markings here," he said to himself. After spending some time around the smooth area, he had finally found the control panel. Which, he assumed was the small blinking light. He pressed the button in and immediately, the smooth area rose, air rushing inside. The newly revealed hatch rose to about Anau's height, revealing a stair case that went down below the metal. "Watch your head," he said, activating the lights in and on his helmet and entering the dark hatch.
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Post by theverve on Feb 21, 2009 7:52:36 GMT -5
Beth clutched her head, dizzily aware of the bleeding gash on the side of her head, underneath her helmet. She was lost, in some forest, and her COM was broken. Well, that was Great. Lost, and no COM Beth thought in her head. She reached for her MA5C, and reloaded. She checked for her Sidearm, and smiled slightly. She had her ammo, Sidearm and Grenades.
Beth walked forward, her MA5C at slight ease, and saw the trees coming to an end, and walked slightly faster, and raised the MA5C for safety reasons.
Be good news... come on... Beth's thoughts raced through her mind, and when she reached the edge of the Woods, and she saw the convoy, and the camp, and started to run toward the camp.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 21, 2009 12:24:27 GMT -5
Specs laid on the grass looking up at the sky bored. He began tossing his knife in the air..dangerous but he continued to do it untill Sarah came and laid next to him causing him to lose his concentration. He quickly rolled over to avoid being stabbed by his own knife. "I was busy doing something" said Specs. "yeah throwing your knife on the air is really important to fortifing this base..shouldn't you be helping" asked Sarah. "no they probally don't need me" said Specs. "well it will look bad if you don't do something to help" said Sarah. "I am helping by not helping" said Specs. "yeah right" said Sarah who rolled her eyes. "shouldn't you be helping the medics young lady" said Specs. "no..and come on I am only a few mounths younger then you" said Sarah. "true but seriously shouldn't you be helping out the medics" asked Specs. "yes but I am helping by not helping" said Sarah who grinned. "hey only I can use that excuse" said Specs. *** Katar activated his flashlight and followed the Commander into the tunel. "shopuldn't we have a grunt or something check this out to make sure this thing is safe" asked Katar.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Feb 21, 2009 13:28:45 GMT -5
Russell also laid on the grass looking at the stars, but he was near the HQ of the base. He looked at the stars and turned on a program to begin mapping them. If all was done correctly, his server at home would recieve the charts for new Milky Way mapping. Meanwhile, he also saved a backup, in case the server didn't pick it up, he'd transfer it to the server manually. The process took two minutes, and Russ still laid down.
But he knew the natives were coming.
And he had a Sniper Rifle and Battle Rifle next to him. He was ready... just when would it happen?
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Post by IndigoWolf on Feb 21, 2009 23:30:08 GMT -5
"I doubt there would be anything dangerous down here," said Zarra, also following, "It was hard enough to discover the way down here, and it's our own technology." She fumbled with her flashlight for a few moments, looking for a way to turn it on, then gave up and went by the other's lights. "They've moved the switch," she grumbled, "This armor can't be that new, but the moved it for some reason."
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Post by Danny on Feb 24, 2009 1:51:04 GMT -5
Anau had unexpectedly reached the bottom, expecting another step. They had arrived at a rather small, rectangular room with computer terminals everywhere. One of the walls of the room appeared to be a large window, on the other side was a machine, that a pulse of light shot up from about every five seconds, which affected Anau's night vision. He wandered around the room, inspecting old equipment until he found a control panel. He placed his hand onto it and the room suddenly brightened. Anau took off his helmet and placed it on a computer terminal and looked out the window. "That's a beacon," he said happily. "Let's activate all these terminals and see if there is a way to contact Sanghelios,"
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Post by Shadow on Feb 24, 2009 1:54:54 GMT -5
"Sure. Easy enough." Verllan'a replied. "Where did all these things come from? They seem rather old, and its definitely not our own technology." "Who knows." Rane' said. "There are so many questions that are yet to be answered... Oh and here, take this." Rane' handed Zarra a portable flashlight. "Just press that black button, we've got lots of em' just in case. Those armour flashlights don't even last that long." Rane stated. "Oh, don't complain, you've got something negative to say about our technology, don't you." Verllan'a laughed.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Feb 24, 2009 9:58:29 GMT -5
"Thank you," Zarra laughed, "I actually was going to start grumbling about this flashlight too. I'm usually in a better mood, but I have a terrible headache. I think I was hit on the head by a weapons container in the crash." I'm also apparently doomed to sound like an idiot for the rest of the mission if I say one intellegent thing at the beginning. She thought bitterly. There I go, complaining again. "I'll feel better sooner or later," she laughed again.
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Post by Coconut on Feb 28, 2009 2:24:23 GMT -5
The night was dark, the air blowing through the camp like a mournful symphony as it picked up in speed and volume, whistling through the hair of those without helmets and squealing through the helmets of those who did. Still no return of Mira, although there still was some time. Once they'd dealt with the natives here it would be the next job to attempt to round up all those who were missing, of who there could possibly be quite a few. Matt still didn't understand how they could have managed to have wandered off like that, but the fact was that they had, and now it was up to the United Nations Space Command on the planet, and ultimately him, to deal with it. If they saw off the natives well enough, perhaps this would be their only engagement before they were taken off-world.
Matt's sniper had been resting against the makeshift barrier of sandbanks, facing towards the treeline, since not long after he'd returned, the nearby turret unoccupied due to Matt's knowledge that the sniper had a scope, which he could use for watching for the enemy. The black, metal butt was placed against his shoulder and Matt had one eye closed, the other feeling slightly odd having been closed for some time. The scope was aimed towards the treeline, and Matt knew he'd be ready to pick off any tribesmen as they came. What he really wished was that he was able to go and find Charlie, check and make sure that she was okay. However, they had a job to do first, a job to do to ensure that they were actually able to all leave the planet okay.
At first, Matt didn't think it was one of the tribespeople. A trick of the light, perhaps, an animal? Yet there were no animals on this planet that he knew of, and as the tribesman became overly cautious and stepped forwards further, Matt knew. The night vision setting on his sniper augmented his vision, allowing him to watch and line up his sights perfectly, before firing. There was a loud, echoing bang, and the man fell, punched backwards by the shot, dead. The bullet itself moved too fast to see, but the line of smoke that followed it still hung in the air, dissipating as the wind blew further. They were coming. As Matt leapt into the turret, he heard their war cries coming as they charged, in a gesture of defiance. There were a hell of a lot of them, and soon the big guns wouldn't be able to fire without taking out each other.
However, at the beginning they could decimate the tribesmen easily. Great shells from the tanks fired into the massed ranks, sending up great plumes of sand and bodies, the sand turning a grisly shade of red around. Yet, heedless of their losses, the tribesmen stormed onwards, screaming and shouting like demented animals. Matt strafed the lines ferociously with his turret, yet he knew it wouldn't be enough; he knew they'd have to fight them off further. However, he'd arranged it well; the front line of the camp would be easily retreated from, to a more heavily fortified back line, two hundred yards back. Whilst the tribespeople got embroiled in the traps between the two lines, the United Nations Space Command would have their chance. "Fall back!" Matt cried. "Fall back to the second line!" As he roared the commands, he ran himself, showing his men just how crucial it was that they followed his instruction.
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