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Post by Danny on Mar 22, 2009 5:24:43 GMT -5
After watching the ship ascend back into space, Anau took the Spartans hand and gave it a firm shake. "Spartan, we have a grounded Carrier full of trapped and wounded Elites, it would mean a great deal if your allies would able to facilitate them when this is over,"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 22, 2009 16:13:02 GMT -5
"Demon where is the rest of your company" asked Katar. "on the Carrier awaiting orders but I can't get a message through to them" said Specs. (Ooc In the old post Specs took his frigate here left it along with most of his troop but well lets just say it can't fly). Katar paused in thought. "doesn't your protocall state to wipe all navigation data in case of the chance of capture by the enemey" asked Katar. "yeah the Cole Protcal..if it is even still in effect because the war is over..at least with you planet destroyers" said Specs. "do you have Pelicans Demon" asked Katar. "yeah I should have a few birds in the hanger" said Specs. "we will need them Demon to get survivers and equipment from the Carrier" said Katar. "fine but we will need one of your Phantoms" said Specs. Katar paused in thought once more thinking if he could spare a Phantom. "Shipmisstress can I borrow one of Phantoms to help a Spartan get some of his Pelicans from his ship" said Katar over the radio. (Ooc I am on getting the wounded from the Carrier ..if you don't mind)
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Post by Shadow on Mar 23, 2009 16:19:57 GMT -5
"Of course, Katar." Verllan'a replied. "Pilot! Grab a phantom and fly back to the battlegrounds."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 23, 2009 20:08:17 GMT -5
Just as he recieved that, Russell said, "SPARTAN-984, the only other SPARTAN on Emerald Cove. I understand your problem, and I just hope that these Rifters have enough forces to rescue the Elites. They probably should, seeing as they have multiple ships."
He then ran off to fight more tribesmen, picking up two SMGs from dead Marines.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 23, 2009 20:37:04 GMT -5
The Phantom came and shot at some tribesmen. It flew over Katar,Specs and Kaboom and picked them up with its grav-lift. "think they will bemad we left with out them" asked Kaboom. "no idea" said Specs as he watched the battle rage on. The Phantom flew off into the distence but not before opening fire on more tribesmen.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 24, 2009 11:03:23 GMT -5
The Phantom asended near the Frigate and as they got closer Specs saw several tribesmen and O.D.S.T bodies outside the ship. He cursed and prayed the battle did not reach the inside of the ship. "let down the lift now" said Specs. "ok Spartan" said the pilot. "take the Phantom back to the battlefield we will have our own method of transportation" said Katar. "yes sir" said the pilot. The three went down the lift. "if anyone is alive in their lower the ramp" said Specs.
After a moment of waiting the ramp lowered. "prepare yourself this may be a trap" said Katar. The three walked into the ship luckily they hadn't gotten inside. "come on the hanger is this way" said Specs as he burst into a run. Katar and Kaboom followed and were greeted by the surviving members. "what happened" asked Specs. "we were attacked by those alien freak shows" said Lt. Anderson. "you are all that is left" said Specs. "yeah some tried to push them away from the ship but well they haven't come back yet and I fear they never will" said Lt. Anderson.
"is all the navigation data erased" asked Specs. "yes sir" said Lt. Anderson. "alright I want you guys to get as much ammo you can and throw into into cansisters and when the belly can't hold them anymore then throw them in the back of one" said Specs. (Ooc the whole company wasn't here just a part of it the rest are on Earth just thought I would clear that up).
"if you don't have fresh clips then reload" said Specs as he took the liberty of reloading his guns. "where are we going sir" asked Lt. Anderson. "to reinforce the other UNSC and Elite troops on this world" said Specs. "however Anders you and your squad will be with me going to save a bunch of Elites in a crashed carrier..along with the Councilor" said Specs. "attach 3 Warthogs to those birds" said Specs over the comn to the pilots. "everyone into the Pelicans lets go I want it done by yesterday" said Specs as got into a fith already loaded with a Warthog Pelican. "Anders on the gun" said Specs. "alrights let move men" said Specs as the 5 Pelicans took off from the hanger and flew towards the battlefield. "Shipmisstress we will be at the Carrier soon" said Katar.
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Post by Danny on Mar 25, 2009 2:46:36 GMT -5
(OoC: Specs, paragraphs, for the love of god. Shadow doesn't have a carrier. We only had two Phantoms, but true we would have more back on Inwa's carrier)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 25, 2009 22:04:07 GMT -5
(Ooc Sorry about that..well thats what I get for multitasking when posting)
The Pelicans arrived at the battlefield and unloaded their cargo and all but one remained on the ground for use. The remaining one took off again and headed towards the direction of the carrier. "sir we are going to help some wounded Elites and enjoy your presents" said Specs over the radio to the Master Cheif.
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Post by Danny on Mar 27, 2009 2:31:30 GMT -5
(OoC: Sorted, with Shadow's permission)
"It looks like the Counselor will be able to care for the Elites until this is over, never mind Spartan," Anau said happily. "Dawn has broken, hopefully they will retreat to the darkness of the forest,"
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Post by Coconut on Mar 27, 2009 15:05:44 GMT -5
Dawn splashed it's vibrant, powerful colours over the dunes of sand that were Emerald Cove, the night having given no rest or respite with the attack continuing throughout, the tribespeople being apparently unperturbed by the darkness that reigned throughout the light. His red armour no longer masking completely the blood stains, the blood having dried to a darker, brownish ochre coloured red, Matt fought on tiredly and doggedly, the tribespeople being driven back at last as the Rifters had so scared them from above. This would be their last battle on Emerald Cove, Matt knew, the enemy forces above having been driven out from above the planet, and so the transport off-world being ready for them once this was done. "Fall back behind the defences!" Matt cried, having rejoined the battle since his encounter to continue the fight. There was no point in continuing to batter at the already ravaged tribesmen; the only result would be a few casualties for the United Nations Space Command and, this close to rescue, there was little point, really. Matt knew that, and wasn't prepared to throw away the lives of his soldiers. *** The ship soared down, out of the sky above and towards the planet below, Henno Xiang having tied himself to the command chair to be present for the descent, to appear almost as a benevolent God coming down to rescue the forces of the United Nations Space Command forces on the planet. Well, there were those in the galaxy who considered him and his people to be Gods, but that wasn't something he'd be telling the United Nations Space Command any time soon. As the ship soared down, flattening out in it's descent for it's underside to stroke the surface of the planet and kick out great billowing clouds of sand, it landed, slowly, on the sandy desert some twenty yards away from the United Nations Space Command forces as Henno Xiang stood at the deck, ordering the screen moved down with a hiss of the air lock releasing as he stood to look out over the forces there, looking down regally. For purposes of appearance, his honour guard stood alongside him as he looked down, smiling.
*** "United Nations Space Command." This man, from the sound of his voice, was the Emperor Matt had communicated with earlier. Looking up at him, Matt squinted against the glare of the sun, which had somehow managed to avoid the light filters in his helmet. "As you know, I am the Emperor of the Rifters, allied to the organisation to which you belong. We're here to provide rescue for you. We bid you come aboard." With the sort of timing Matt thought must have been practised, two more ships, in perfect unison, swept down on either side of the first. It seemed, then, that these people were rather pretentious. No matter; they'd still provide them a way off world. Seeing as the United Nations Space Command had come here in one ship, three ships would be more than enough to carry them. "They're allies!" Matt cried, ushering the first men forwards towards the ship, their relieved faces betraying how eager they were to leave the planet. "Come on, people. Let's go home." Matt would be the last to board; he wanted to make sure his troops were on first.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Mar 27, 2009 18:05:25 GMT -5
Russell stopped fighting. He had bags under his eyes; since the Human-Covenant War he hadn't worked this long. He was tired and fatigued, and he nearly continued into the forest until a Marine told him that Matt ordered everyone onboard the ships.
All that was heard from under that Close Quarters Combat was a gritted "'Bout damn time."
And with that, the battle-weary SPARTAN walked up to the ships and Matt. He stood next to Matt for a second, saying, "I'll save you a place, if I can," before he left inside the ship to get some rest. Passing by Henno, he just muttered a quick "Hi," before continuing into the ship, wondering what he'd find.
(OoC: Well, I'd figure I'll make a character profile now. I got a description of his helmet, so I figure I'll make a profile.)
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Post by Danny on Mar 27, 2009 19:02:27 GMT -5
(OoC: Tom, remember we still got that UNSC Frigate or Cruiser in space. As for the Elites, can they tag along or would you prefer they found their own way home. Meaning one of their own ships comes and gets them)
Charlie began to help the wounded and dead onto the ship. After helping aboard two wounded men, she helped carry one body bag before she was replaced by an Elite. Surprised, she walked back down the ramp and stood in front of Matt with her back to the Emperor. "So, what do you think, can we trust them?" she asked, then taking off her helmet.
***
"That's the Human's sorted," Anau sighed with relief, then opening a comm. channel. "Well done today, all Sangheili, regroup to me when you are ready,"
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Post by Coconut on Mar 28, 2009 2:57:57 GMT -5
((OOC: We'll pick it up on the way back. And the Sangheili are part of the UNSC too.))
Henno nodded, watching the troops boarding. To his surprise, however, he found the Sangheili members of the force on the planet hanging back; were they not a part of the United Nations Space Command? Confusion knit his features. "Sangheili!" He called, over the cheering voices of the humans. "You too are welcome, to either board a ship alongside the human forces or take your own. We have been sent here to rescue the forces of the United Nations Space Command from this planet, and do our job we shall. You, Sangheili nations, are included under this banner; we welcome you aboard our ships and would warn you that, should you not leave, it may be incredibly dangerous for you indeed." Henno outstretched his hand. "I throw you this lifeline now, for your benefit. Come with us, flee this planet, and return to the United Nations Space Command before the conflict escalates. I beseech you to do so!"
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Post by Danny on Mar 28, 2009 3:29:07 GMT -5
Anau yelled his reply. "One moment, your highness," he then turned to a group of Elites gathered around him. "I don't see any harm in traveling with the humans and their allies, If they take us to the Human planet, then a ship could meet us there. It would be a lot safer than waiting here." he then stood in thought. "Get aboard, I'll radio Katar and Inwa," He then respectfully nodded towards the Emperor and openned a comm. channel with Katar. "Counselor, the Human allies have arrived and are evacuating the Humans, they have offered to help us," Anau said. "Sir, I have already begun loading our supplies and men on board, I recommend we siege this opportunity and get off this rock, what is your status?"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Mar 29, 2009 11:41:37 GMT -5
"we are returning to your postion to the double time we only managed to find a few Elites but we managed to salvage supplies from the hanger..we didn't cover much so if you could ask them to come to our carrier" said Katar. (Ooc You can leave the Frigate here it has no use anymore as everybody is off) "come on Demon we have to get back to the battlefield unless we want to be stuck on this rock" said Katar over the comn to the Commander. "on it" said Specs as he dropped the weapons crate and ran to the Phantom. "man why did I have to be unlucky enough to have to not be loading supplies" said Specs as he saw everyone was there. "Inwa gun it as fast as you can take power from the weapons if you have to" said Katar. "on it" said Inwa.
*** (Ooc Yes I am skiping this far ahead because I don't want you to have to wait for me)
The Phantom landed. "what should we do about the supplies" asked Specs. "leave them" said Katar. "are you sure" asked Specs. "yes Demon we don't want to keep our ride waiting" said Katar. Katar,Specs and the wounded Elites that were able walk walked out of the rear of the Phantom which was on the ground. Katar walked out to the alien that was near the ship. "we have some wounded aboard our ship..if you could merely wait for us to bring them aboard...I am Councilor Katar Yamos and you are" asked Katar as he stuck out his hand to the alien creature.
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