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Post by NightBlade on Jun 2, 2015 19:58:52 GMT
Arrrrright! jaran, WookieeElf, and Lylyss, it's the moment we've been waiting for! I have two different ideas for possible plots. Tell me what you want! #1) The year is 2552, in the time-canon of Halo 2, and the Human-Covenant war is in its deepest pitch. Master Chief is currently on Installation 05, occupied with the Prophet of Regret and the Gravemind. Meanwhile on Earth, where the Covenant has recently attacked, there are marines and ODSTs battling the Covenant in the city of New Mombasa. Meanwhile, there are small teams of SpARTAN-IIs and groups of SPARTAN-IIIs engaging the Covenant in other theaters...ground, space, and inbetween. #2) Directly preceding the canon of Halo 4, Master Chief has not yet escaped from his cryostasis on the Forward Unto Dawn. Meanwhile, SPARTAN-IIIs and IVs have been dealing with Covenant remnant forces...and in their explorations with the new flagship Infinity, the UNSC stumbles across a new threat--the Prometheans*. (* I realizes this is anachronistic, but whatever xP ) Here are two compound sources and a timeline that may be of use to y'all: halo.wikia.com/wiki/Specieshalo.wikia.com/wiki/Weaponwww.halodiehards.net/full-halo-timeline/
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 4, 2015 18:24:41 GMT
((Hehe, super pumped about this! Here's my charrie. Please point out if anything seems wrong, I created her while half-asleep XP
Name: Rhiannon ‘Rhi’ Smith Age/Species/Rank/Number: 20/Human/Lieutenant SPARTAN-III/Spartan-G297 Appearance: 5’7’, golden-brown hair, light teal eyes. Slightly perky nose, scattered freckles across her nose, and a scar going down her left temple down to her chin. Clothing: Blue SPI-armor, which is in need of repair, but she never gets around to it. Weapons: Her Assault Rifle, Magnum pistol and gauntlet blade. Strengths/Weaknesses: Light on her feet, quick wit and sharp tongue, . Rhiannon isn’t what you’d call a ‘social butterfly’. After watching multiple friends die at the hands of the Covenant, she tries her best not to get too attached to people, in case that they die, too. History: Recruited for the SPARTAN-III program when she was six, her advanced problem-solving skills attracting the attention of recruiters. Was third in her class, and grew up training to be a Spartan. Was never officially assigned a squad after a few ‘incidents’, and was kept to a more ‘call if you need help’ role. Personality: Sarcasm is her best friend, they never go anywhere without each other. Always has a quip ready for any situation. Despite this, she can be quite kind and gentle…unless you’re with the Covenant.
And a pic to go with ))
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 7, 2015 2:06:41 GMT
(Sounds good! the SPARTAN-II program was the one with the six-ear-olds but that's no big deal ) (Here's mine. I admit I didn't plan like I, uh, planned to plan. So I'm just kinda winging this guy) (EDIT: I am SO SORRY this took so long...past few days have been kinda busy!!) -Name/Service no.: Zachary Tracatto SPARTAN C-497 -Gender, Age: Male, 28 -Rank: SPARTAN-III Warrant Officer 2nd Grade -Appearance: (I'm lazy xP ) -Personality: Officer Tracatto is quite amiable as SPARTANS go, choosing to cope with diffculty with a chipper attitude and sharp wit. However, it is often very difficult to decipher what he really thinks or feels about something. Is never short of his sense of humor, and has something witty to say about absolutely everything (to both the amusement and annoyance of his teammates.) Tracatto still takes his job as a soldier seriously and is as brave as they come in the face of danger. -Armor: MJOLNIR Recon variant, scout/assault package; charcoal grey with orange highlights. -Weapons/equipment: Favors the BR-HB55 Battle Rifle and M6 Magnum, as well as fragmentation grenades, but also takes a shine to Covenant plasma rifles and grenades. -Skills/Weaknesses: Tracatto is not the strongest Spartan, but he is one of the faster and more accurate ones. While many others like to fill the enemy with as much ammunition as possible, Tracatto prefers to efficiently dispatch them with just the slightest bit of excess. -History: Tracatto was an ODST Sergeant when ONI "recruited" him to become a SPARTAN-III. He was initially part of the defense of Reach, but when 75% of his platoon was eliminated he was reassigned to Blue Team Bravo on Earth shortly before the Covenant invaded.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 7, 2015 2:39:37 GMT
((No need to apologize, Zachary looks great! Oh man, both of our characters are 'witty'. This is gonna be awesome to write, XP))
((So, I'm guessing we're going with the first plot-line, then? Should I write an intro for Rhi or something?))
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 7, 2015 19:31:46 GMT
(Kk. Thanks we gots two SPARTANS on our hands, by gum! Let's go!) (Yup yup sounds good!)
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 7, 2015 22:11:34 GMT
(Woohoo! Intro scene coming right up!)
Smoke curled from the mixed wreckage of Wraiths and Warthogs. Plasma and bullets sparked through the air, the reports from their respective weapons only masked by the sound of someone being hit. Brutes and Grunts charged through the smoke, surprising UNSC soldiers hidden behind larger pieces of the wreckage. A Covenant Elite strode through the flames, his plasma-blade held high as he advanced on the inadequately equipped humans. Then, he suddenly stopped. A dark stain spread through his chest-piece, and he slowly toppled forward, revealing the blue-armored being on his back. The Spartan removed her blade from the alien’s shoulder-blades, straightening to look at the shocked group in front of her. “Timber.” She said with an obvious smirk in her voice. Yanking her Magnum from her belt, she quickly dispatched two Grunts who hadn’t run away fast enough before moving over to the group. “Lieutenant Smith. Sorry, I didn’t RSVP for the party, but I just had to join.”
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 8, 2015 0:51:09 GMT
"Company nine, this is Officer Tracatto." Came a crackly, deadpan voice over the comms that sounded like it could be more excited about a diet coke. "I've got a gang of ODSTs and we're dropping in hot. Say clear of the smoke." The transmission went dead, with just a split second of what sounded suspiciously like hysterical laughter. A few seconds later, there was a heavy thud and a plume of white smoke as a phospherous shell slammed into the ground amidst the UNSC forces.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 8, 2015 1:14:31 GMT
Rhiannon calmly stepped to the side as the pod came down, rolling her eyes. "Cutting it a bit close there, aren't ya?" She said. "Last I checked, we're supposed to be crushing the Covenant, not ourselves."
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 8, 2015 1:47:09 GMT
With a rumble and a plume of smoke, the first pod landed on an already-pulverized Warthog, sending its wreckage flying like mud. Four more pods landed one by one with a distinct wwwWWWWHHHHOOOOOSH-THWOOM! The door to the first pod burst outward, careening sidelong across the ground. Out stepped a dark-armored SPARTAN-III, brandishing his M6. He stood in a half-crouch, sweeping the area, then lowered his magnum with a sound of disappointment. "You didn't leave any fo-" He was cut off by his empty pod performing a cartwheel as a green fuel rod explosion struck it. "Oh." Quickly holstering his magnum, Officer Tracatto whipped the battle rifle off his back and began pelting one wing of the incoming Banshee as he backpedaled to avoid its plasma cannons. Soon he damaged the wing so badly that the flier spun off course and over a hill. "I got it." Tracatto sprinted after it. Four ODSTs burst from their pods and hurried towards the UNSC troops.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 8, 2015 2:01:45 GMT
Rhiannon waved the ODSTs over. "We need a medic over here, stat." She ordered, gesturing to the wounded. "Get them up again, or you're joining them." She watched as Tracatto ran after the Banshee, then was distracted by a trio of Brutes making their way over. She pulled out her Assault Rifle, letting out a quick double-tap shot at each of them.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 8, 2015 22:37:41 GMT
Presently, Tracatto came staggering back over the hill. Hooked over his arms was the limp form of a Sangheili pilot. "Hey--guys--" He panted slightly, heaving the alien's seven-plus-foot bulk onto the ground behind a heap of smoking debris. "With a bit of, uh, coercion, this Elite might have some talk left in him when he comes arou....." You could practically hear his jaw dropping open, and his arm fell limp at his side. "Son of a..." In the distance, heralded by a faint thrumming, there approached a trip of ships...a Covenant Lich flanked by two Phantoms.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 8, 2015 23:01:12 GMT
Rhiannon swore, ramming a clip into her rifle. "Find cover!" She ordered, running to help the wounded ones limp along.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 9, 2015 4:18:34 GMT
"Roman Blue, this is Warrant Officer Zachary Tracatto. We have a large Covenant force inbound, repeat, Covenant forces inbound. One Lich and two Phantoms, ETA one minute. We have insufficient force to engage, requesting immediate support, over." "Officer Tracatto, this is Lord Hood on the Roman Blue. We will have reinforcements and armor on the ground shortly." Zach turned to Rhi. "How many have we got now, and what vehicles do we have left? We need to pull back to a decent LZ before we can hope for backup to arrive in time."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 9, 2015 4:55:48 GMT
"Twenty men, including you and the new ODSTs, and then three Warthogs." She said, loading as many wounded as she could onto one of the vehicles. "I call dibs on shotgun if you drive."
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 9, 2015 21:24:00 GMT
Zachary dashed over to one of the 'hogs and jumped in the driver's seat. The ODST squad leader got into another. "Get comfy, gents. Y'all gonna have to fit in three seats. Let's move!" There was a distant, distinct hiss from the approaching Covenant transports, and then a concussive blast shook the ground a dozen feet away as a plasma blast struck.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 9, 2015 21:33:47 GMT
Rhi pulled out her rifle as the ground shook. She glanced over the other Warthogs, and, finding them full, jumped into the passenger seat next to Zachary. "DRIVE!" She shouted.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 9, 2015 21:46:14 GMT
Zachary leaned out his side, looking back. The last Marine clambered onto the back of the already-stuffed Warthog jsut as another plasma blast showered the 'hog with debris and sent a whump through everyone's chest. Zach gunned the gas, and the Warthog lurched over the small rise and started to climb the next one before the suspension had even finished settling. The other two hogs were rght behind him, and all three guns were spewing lead defiantly at the approaching ships. "Split up!" He shouted through the comms to all soldiers.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 9, 2015 22:56:07 GMT
Rhi sat backwards in her seat, keeping an eye on the incoming Covenant. Her rifle wouldn't do much good at this distance, but she kept her finger in the trigger, just in case.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 10, 2015 16:46:26 GMT
Zachary drove straight, while the other two hogs peeled off either side. Suddenly, another plasma mortar detonated two feet behind his Warthog, and in slow-motion its rear end lifted off the ground and twisted, crashing to the ground sideways. Zach hollered an obscenity to the sky a second before the vehicle slammed on top of him and skidded a dozen yards across the groud.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 16:51:51 GMT
Rhi slowly came back to consciousness to find an Elite staring down at her. Not in the mood to chat, she shot it in the face. Grunting, she tried to sit up, but found her leg pinned under what remained of the machine gun of the Warthog. She kicked at it with her free foot, looking around at the wreck. She didn't see anyone..and the Covenant was practically on top of them. "Does anybody copy?" She breathed into her com, still trying to free herself. "This is Lieutenant Smith, can anyone here me? Tracatto, are you alive? Some answer!"
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 10, 2015 16:59:57 GMT
Cracked visor. Blurry lights, muffled sounds and a cracked visor. Zachary's head could move side to side, but that summarized the total of his ability to move. What the... WIth a sudden, jarring movement, the massive weight on top of him shifted and he felt himself yanked violently from beneath it. He blinked, sartled, and was finally able to focus on the hinged, gaping mouth of a colossal Sangheili. "SONOFA--" Zach reflexively threw up his arms to stop the Elite's massive hand as it plunged a bright, hissing energy sword towards his chest. He grunted through gritted teeth as the spitting, sparking blade slowly inched towards him.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 17:06:40 GMT
Rhi turned as best as she could, yelping when something shifted the Warthog and pressed her farther into the dirt. She saw Tracatto being lifted by an Elite, and swore. Holding her rifle somewhat awkwardly in her right hand, she aimed for the alien's knees and pulled the trigger.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 10, 2015 17:13:46 GMT
The Elite gave a roar and suddenly pulled back on the sword, hurling Zachary back against the side of the now-flaming Warthog. It then turned and stalked towards Rhi with a snarl, slashing at the midsection of her assault rifle with his energy blade. Zachary rolled over onto his stomach, coughing and grunting violently. As he pushed himself to his hands and knees, he groped desperately for his weapon.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 17:21:46 GMT
Rhi dropped her rifle before she lost any fingers, her left hand coming up and firing her Magnum at the Elite. Her free leg kicked furiously at the machine gun, trying to get her ankle free before the flames got any closer.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 10, 2015 17:27:30 GMT
The Elite ignored the slugs as his shield absorbed them, and he drew back his sword. A guttural, snarling laugh came from his throat. For an instant, there was a rapidly increasing roaring sound. Then with jarring suddenness, a warthog sideswiped the alien and sentit careening aside. "GET ON NOW!" The driver hollered, grabbing Rhi's arm. An ODST jumped off the back and helped Zachary to his feet. The wreckage of the first hog absorbed the plasma shot meant for them, bursting into a fireball. Then the Covenent dropship dipped low to dismbowel more troops.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 17:33:19 GMT
Rhi scrambled into the back of the Warthog, gasping for breath. That had been too close for comfort. "Thanks for the save." She told the driver.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 10, 2015 17:41:49 GMT
The driver, a black-clad ODST with the last name FORR on his shoulder, nodded wordlessly and gunned the engine. Three-quarters of a kilck away, they stopped by the other Warthog and disemboweled their troops. There were seventeen in total. Zachary pulled the Mangum from his hip and looked at it ruefully, then cocked the slide. "They're on their way. Get set."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 17:52:24 GMT
Rhi hefted her own Magnum, setting her jaw as she moved near the front of the group. She obviously couldn't do much, she was going to make the most of it.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 10, 2015 18:04:35 GMT
(Grr. If jaran would just get his butt on here) Zach settled down and made himself comfy on the ridge, taking careful potshots at the approaching grunts. He waited till the Jackals got a little closer to start sniping at them, while the two hog provided cover fire.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 18:16:42 GMT
Rhi kept behind cover until the Grunts got close, then she sprang up and and fired, taking them out. Then the Brutes came out, wielding large hammers, and she swore as one swung at her. "I am not a piñata!" She growled, firing at them.
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