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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 12, 2015 17:27:31 GMT
"Copy that." Rhi muttered, dashing back to the Pelican—but not before firing a few shots at the group of Elites.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 12, 2015 18:13:52 GMT
The bay hatch closed, and the Pelican took off. "Alright y'all. We're pulling back to Rally Point Bravo, where we'll meet with the rest of our force. Then we'll come back around to finish what these *crabcakes* started." He sauntered over to Rhi and Zach. "Name and rank, soldiers."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 12, 2015 18:22:48 GMT
Rhi took off her helmet, shaking out her short hair. "Lieutenant Rhiannon Smith." She replied in an even tone, then started inspecting a scorch mark on the top of her helmet.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 12, 2015 18:44:10 GMT
"Second Warrant Officer Zachary Tracatto." Zach tapped his helmet. "Sir."
"Captain Anthony Massey. Listen up, we're gonna be glad for a few extra Spartans on this op. But when you're on our team, you're part of the team. None of that solo-hero *cattle scat*, understood?"
Soon, the Pelican dipped down again, and the hatch opened to reveal a row of Warthogs and two Scorpion tanks with no less than three dozen UNSC personnel milling about.
(Gah. Guess we have to wait for Jaran again)
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Post by Loon on Jun 12, 2015 20:43:16 GMT
Oblivion cursed, running towards the roar of the Pelican while laying down heavy fire with his pistols. "Ere, get to the dropship. Lich's inbound."
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Erebus shouted toward the Spartan upon hearing the news. "HOLD UP! FIFTEEN SECONDS MORE!" He said, as he leaped towards the Pelican.
((Ah, crap. Can we just assume that this happened before the last few posts?))
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 12, 2015 21:20:34 GMT
(Sure)
"What the *heck*!?" Captain Massey hollered, and grabbed his assault rifle to aim at the charging Elite.
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Zesa watched the heretic run and turned back to see the Liches stopping to over over him. "Halt here." He commNded the pilots. "They have their frigate...they will return in force. Prepare the troops for defense and send for more equipment at once."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 12, 2015 21:26:58 GMT
"Wait!!" Rhiannon stepped in front of the Captain, hands outstretched. "Stop! He's not on their side, I saw!"
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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 12, 2015 22:41:46 GMT
Meanwhile, Devan had hopped aboard the now empty ghost and figured out the controls well enough to accelerate in the direction if the drop ship. As he neared it, Devan jammed a grenade in the controls, jumped off, and ran the remaining few meters to the Pelican.
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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 13, 2015 14:46:27 GMT
((Nightblade is going to be offline for aboutthe next week ))
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Post by Loon on Jun 13, 2015 16:00:30 GMT
((Aww... What do we do until then?))
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Post by Loon on Jun 20, 2015 18:04:03 GMT
*BUMP*
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 0:11:53 GMT
As soon as the Pelican and its impromptu passengers arrived at Rally Point Bravo, the UNSC contingent was ready to mobilize. At the M312 mobile command post, Captain Massey led the SPARTANS to the bottom deck where there were two other SPARTANS and a pair of Warthogs. "Soldiers, get acquainted." Massey barked as he headed upstairs to the control deck. "You're gonna be spearheading this attack once we drop those Liches outta the sky." The first SPARTAN, a hulking suit of Grenadier armor with a skull-adorned EOD helmet, turned to face them with a silent nod. He perched an MA37 over one shoulder, and an M45 shotgun was across his back. The second was clad in Halo/HP armor with an EVA helmet and one more word of conversation than his comapanion. "Hey."
(Here's my new guys! I worked hard on these guys and I'm real proud of em)
-Name/Service no.: Solomon Crewe SPARTAN-III B466
-Gender, Age: Male, 34
-Rank: NavSpecWarCom Captain Grade-1
-Pesonality: Normally silent and somber, with very little to say. He is, however, very thoughtful and lets his actions and weapons talk for him. Is respectful of his fellow soldiers, Marines and ODSTs included, and even respects the enemies he vengefully kills. Nonetheless believes that lethal force is the answer for most of life's problems.
-Armor: MJOLNIR Mk.VI/G Grenadier and EOD helmet
-Weapons/Equipment: MA37 Assault Rifle and M45 Tactical Shotgun, M6G Magnum sidearm; assorted munitions
-Skills/Weaknesses: He is a very strong and very capable soldier in flesh, wit and will, being the more discerning between he and his companion. However, he is less precise and surreptitious.
-History: Was recruited from the Marines to the ODST 7th Batallion after the Battle of Harvest to fight the Battle of Reach, and from the ODSTs into the SPARTAN-III program for the Battle of Earth. More to be developed.
-Name/Service no.: Richard Jernigan SPARTAN-III B702
-Gender, Age: Male, 32
-Rank: NavSpecWarCom Warrant Officer Grade-3
-Pesonality: Richard is the more outspoken of the pair and somewhat more brash, and some find his lack of respect irritating and his sense of humor unsettling. However, he is ever loyal to his companion and would in a heartbeat place himself in harm's way to keep Solomon or any fellow soldier out of it.
-Armor: MJOLNIR Mk.VI/HP/Halo and EVA helmet
-Weapons/Equipment: M392 Designated Marksman Rifle, M6G Magnum sidearm; assorted munitions
-Skills/Weaknesses: A crack shot with his rifle and sidearm, as well as an adept EV Operator. Avoids close quarters combat, his weaker suite, when possible. The more creative but less patient of the two.
-History: Trained, fought and was recruited along with Solomon. Trained as Designated Squad Marksman. More to be developed.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 23, 2015 1:10:52 GMT
Rhiannon looked over their two new companions with a solemn eye, and nodded in return at the second one's greeting. Absently, she moved over to a box of munitions and grabbed a new assault rifle and extra clips, jamming the latter into her belt. As much as she wanted to sit down and catch a few minutes of sleep, she knew that there wasn't any time for it. Heck, the only time she'd be able to sleep properly was when the Covenant was off the planet.
((They look awesome, NightBlade!!))
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 1:42:51 GMT
(Thanks Woo'ika! "Well, you heard the man." The second SPARTAN stepped forward, cradling a DMR in his arms. "We can get all cozy on the way." He headed over to one of the Warthogs and took the driver's seat. His large and silent companion clambered up onto the passenger side. (You other guys can jsut pretend you were keeping up in the other 'hog)
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 23, 2015 1:46:35 GMT
Rhiannon climbed into a 'hog, checking the ammo count on the rifle before settling into the seat. "Is it too late to say I want to retire?" She said, trying to raise the mood.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 2:00:05 GMT
The big guy glanced over at her but remained silent, while driver kept his eye on the road and answered for him. "Klik and a half ahead...there's our chance to retire." Up ahead, A flaring blue ball of plasma arced lazily through the air towards them, and a half-dozen specks in the air materialized into Banshees.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 23, 2015 2:04:50 GMT
Sighing, Rhi sat up straight, adjusting her helmet before clicking off the safety on her rifle. "Oh well. Looks like it'll have to wait."
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 2:48:35 GMT
The driving SPARTAN, with the name JERNIGAN emblazoned on his Para shoulder plate, gave a "Heh" and wondered if she'd got it. "We'll see." He swerved his 'hog to one side, avoiding the descending plamsa mortar round as Zachary opened up with his M244 minigun on the Banshees. "Sheez, guys. I'm not 'retiring' with you so stay sharp."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 23, 2015 2:52:28 GMT
Rhi rolled her eyes. "Just keep your eyes on the Banshees, Tracatto." She muttered. There was little she could do with her assault rifle, so she stayed put in her seat, ready to jump out when necessary.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 13:58:43 GMT
The Warthogs veered off to flank the Covenant force, with Banshees buzzing overhead. Plasma and bullets hissed through the air, punctuated by deep explosions.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 23, 2015 15:07:54 GMT
As nearby explosions made the Warthog rumble underneath her, Rhi made the mistake of leaning over to see what the Covenant were doing. A plasma mortar blew close to the 'Hog, making it shake, and she lost her grip, tumbling out of the vehicle and to the ground. Her helmet collided with a rock, and she heard a crack as her HUD flickered out of existence. Groaning, she tried to push herself up, then flattened when another plasma round shot over her head.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 21:49:20 GMT
Jernigan swore and jerked the wheel. "We got a soldier down!" "Still alive." Solomon Crewe, the larger guy on the side, jumped off and landed in a crouch. He backpedaled towards Rhi, keeping his AR leveled in the Covenant's direction as the Warthog circled around.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 23, 2015 22:33:20 GMT
Rhiannon got up in a crouch, trying to get her HUD back online. "Does anyone copy?" She called. "I've—" Another explosion knocked her back, and as she was getting up, she saw one of the new Spartans heading back to her.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 23, 2015 23:39:11 GMT
Solomon lumbered over to Rhi, stooped down and hauled her upright. The Warthog pulled around beside them. No sooner did it come to a stop than the distinct fwoom of a dischargng fuel rod sounded. A second later, a green flash lit the area with a deafening whump, and the Warthog performed a lazy barrel roll with Spartans spilling off of it.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 24, 2015 0:05:57 GMT
Rhi blinked back stars, her hand automatically reaching for her rifle before she did anything else. A large crack ran down her visor, making her curse under her breath. Sitting up, she looked around for the others.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 24, 2015 0:17:27 GMT
Jernigan and Zach stumbled back to feet, contributing some choice words to the situation. Solomon pivoted around, searching for hostiles. Still nothing coming up over the ridge...he figured they had a minute tops before lots and lots and lots of Covvies were on top of them. He turned to Rhi and tapped his helmet quizzically.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 24, 2015 0:30:25 GMT
Rhi shook her head, yanking off her helmet. "Systems are down." She said. "It'll take more than a rush job to fix this." Making sure her rifle was still working, she smirked a little. "I'll just dazzle the Covvies with my stunning beauty and let you gun 'em down for me. Sound fair?"
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 24, 2015 1:19:07 GMT
Solomon peered at her, then looked at Jernign, who shook his head and chuckled. "Whatever makes you happy, screwball. Your retirement." Solomon cocked his shotgun to punctuate. Zach finally caught up with them. "Wait what?"
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 24, 2015 1:27:17 GMT
Rhi hooked her helmet on her belt. "Long story short: if you need me, just shout really loud." She said.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 24, 2015 1:34:27 GMT
Zach looked at the two others as she left. "Uh..." They shrugged and went over to flip the Warthog, seeing if there was any life left in it. Just then, there was a blue flas and then a high-pitched whine. The three Spartans had just enough time to dive to the ground in different directions as dirt and blue sparks showered them. Several plasma bolts of various colors hissed overhead.
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