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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 10, 2015 18:20:58 GMT
((*lands in ODST drop pod**kicks out hatch* I have returned! And here's my charrie:)
Name: Devan Trexler Age, Gender/Position/Number: 31/male/ /G329/ /Sergeant 2nd Class Appearance: Dark brown hair, especially muscular, though not especially tall. Either seen with a blank face or a slight grin as he watches the covenant explode. Personality: Generally reserved and quiet, hardly ever talks. Despite his gruff demeanor, he gets along well with most people and will almost always help out where possible. .He especially enjoys explosives and close quarters combat, displayed by his weapon choices. Armor: Deep red and gold CQB variant, with a scrap of banshee armor fused onto the left side of his chest plate (explained in history) Weaponry/equipment: Shotgun, M6 magnum, frag grenades, and occasionally swaps out his shotgun for a M41 rocket launcher. Strengths/Weaknesses: Not the best at communication due to his lack of talking; excellent at finding(and exploiting) weak points in vehicles, and also rather adept at driving them. He enjoys close quarters, but is therefore less effective at long range. History: Was known for being the strongest in his class and did well in spartan training, but strategically left strategy to more qualified individuals. He almost lost his best friend in battle, when a banshee crashed into them. Devan threw his teammate to the side, but when the banshee hit, he was close enough that the heat of the explosion fused a piece if the metal to Devan,s armor. He kept the piece there as a reminder. (Heh now I feel left out without posting a pic xP)
Devan skidded to a halt behind a wrecked warthog, popping of a few shots at a nearby grunt before sprinting towards the sounds of a bigger fight. On his way, he stumbled across the group of hogs."So this is where the party is," he mumbled to himself.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 18:25:35 GMT
((Welcome, jaran! And, um, I'd check the spelling in your intro. Just saying. XP)) Rhi looked up at the new arrival, and was knocked back by a Brute's hammer. Her shield nearly fell as she herself dropped to the ground, and she rolled to the side as the hammer made a large hole in the dirt where her head had been.
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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 10, 2015 19:49:19 GMT
((Oops... I'll hafta fix that(I guess that's what happens when you use mobile xP)
Devan saw the brute come up and strike a nearby spartan, and quickly dropped his magnum. Pulling out his almost ever-present shotgun, he ran forward and began pummeling the brute, injuring and distracting it.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 10, 2015 22:52:10 GMT
Calling out a 'thanks', Rhi scrambled to her feet, changing her Magnum to her left hand and scooping up a Elite's plasma sword. She sent a few slugs at the Brute before slicing at it with the plasma blade.
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Post by Loon on Jun 11, 2015 0:58:25 GMT
((OMG!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME NIGHTBLADE? ERGAHAHAHA!!! Name: Erebus Age: 27 Species: Unconfirmed, supposedly a tall human wearing Covenant armor, or a friendly Jackal. (actually a Jackal) Appearance: Humanoid, usually wearing full-body armor and a standard plasma(?) shield Personality: Reserved, liberal, doesn't really see the point of all this fighting and rather likes the humans. Weapons: Beam rifle, plasma pistol (dual, strapped to belt), energy sword (rarely ever uses, due to being undersized), four plasma grenades. Strengths: Excellent sniper, crackerjack shot. Agile, and enduring. Weaknesses: (Long list) Not strong, weak in close combat, leaves combat the second things start looking dodgy, easily killed, armor mainly for show and disguise, as he couldn't obtain quality armor. History: Exiled even among Jackals, he was forced to train himself to shoot. This lead to him meeting Oblivion, who he instantly bonded with and supports in the front line. When the Prophets declared war on the humans, he decided to rebel and fight back, stowing away on a Phantom until it touched down. Other: Has a voice changer to communicate with humans. Name: Oblivion Species: Elite Age: 42 Appearance: Tall for even a Sanghieli, black armor, only three mandibles. Personality: Brash, outgoing, exuberant, liberal, doesn't really like the Covenant and kinda likes the humans but doesn't really care either way. Weapons: Dual plasma rifles, dual plasma pistols, two energy swords, two plasma grenades. Armor: Decent Elite armor. Strengths: Excels in hand-to-hand combat, CQC, decent shot with a gun, enduring. Weaknesses: Terrible long ranged, not incredibly intelligent, armor is beaten up and won't be able to take many more hits. History: Outcast among Sanghieli for his outgoing attitude and lack of a superiority complex, he met Erebus, who he followed away to help the humans. Hope you guys don't mind this...))
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 1:04:16 GMT
((YAY SAM BROUGHT IN MORE PEOPLE/ALIENS!!!))
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 11, 2015 1:11:40 GMT
(Hehey Loon I was wondering when you'd show up ;D LEZ DO THIS THANG) Zachary was on his feet now, whipping back and forth to punch .50 slugs from his magnum into alien faces left and right. His last mag ran dry, so he hurled his empty pistol into the face of a Jackal who was just about to take a cheap shot on Devan. As the alien stumbled, Zach leapt onto his back, wrenched its skull loose off its neck, and caught its needle rifle before it hit th ground. As he rolled away from the other Jackals whose attention immediately turned to him, the frag that he "dropped" detonated, immdeiately removing all interest in him whatsoever. Finding another comfy perch, he resumed sniping with his new, accurate weapon. ----- Zesa R'tasus growled as he surveyed the battle unfolding. The humans were too well entrenched, and they had somehow happened upon demons. Clenching his fist, Zesa called through the comm stystem of the Lich to his mother ship, the Imminent Decree. Help would arrive soon. Jumping to the ground, Zesa seized his plasma repeater. In the other hand, his energy sword hissed to life as he strode towards the firefight.
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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 11, 2015 1:34:42 GMT
Devan turned around, noticing the jackal corpse that had appeared. "Hm. Oh well." After reloading his shotgun, he entered the fray, jumping off the top of a burned out mongoose and landing behind a group of grunts squealing and firing randomly at the humans. After bisecting the closest two, he kicked another back, spun, grabbed the remaing one, and threw the screaming body, along with activated plasma grenade, at the other. Devan suddenly had the instinct to look up, and noticed pairs of blue light scything through the smoke up above, "We got some banshees incoming!" He shouted over the comms.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 1:35:46 GMT
Rhi dropped her empty Magnum and stole an Energy pistol from a Grunt, swinging her stolen Plasma blade to keep a few Jackals away from a wounded ODST. A shot grazed her shoulder, making warnings flash across her HUD, but she kept it up. "Someone find us cover!!" She shouted.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 11, 2015 14:31:58 GMT
Zachary growled ill-temperedly at the interruption of his sniping spree. Hurrying back towards the warthogs, he suddenly tripped over a pile of Covvie carcasses and swore. Wait...not a carcass. He brushed a dead hand away from the curvacous blue device. A plasma launcher. Grabbing the weapon, he leveled it at the foremost banshee and waited for the chime. Bamp! Bamp! Two flaring blue plasma charges sailed in a gentle arc through the air to stick to the banshee. It made a feeble attempt to barrel-roll away from danger, then exploded in a brilliant flash of blue.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 14:39:18 GMT
Rhi ducked instinctively as blue light blossomed across the sky. Then she took the moment of surprise in the Covenant ranks to fall back, picking up the ODST and practically slinging him across her shoulders as she moved back, her blade held out to keep some Grunts at bay.
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Post by Loon on Jun 11, 2015 15:57:59 GMT
Erebus crouched on a rock face as he attempted to both balance his gun and unhook his lunch. Patiently, he looked through the scope at the fighting Spartans and ODST. After studying them and their battle habits, he discovered that most took charge and beat five shades of purple out of their opponents. As a Spartan picked up the wounded ODST, he took aim and started shooting the pursuing Grunts. The idiotic little buggers had always annoyed him anyways.
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Oblivion crouched behind a rock, surveying the battle. A Banshee had been destroyed, which meant he could scavenge for more scrap to sell to humans in exchange for food. Never could he have enough of that, especially that dish the humans called "pizza." He slowly stood up and raised his arms in a supplicant gesture, as he noticed more of his kinsmen approaching.
((Canyon, plain, or what?))
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 16:26:30 GMT
((I'm not sure...))
The Grunts started to fall, and Rhi was surprised to find that she wasn't the one killing them. She glanced quickly around the area, trying to find the source, but gave up when she had to focus on getting the wounded soldier to cover.
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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 11, 2015 16:51:13 GMT
Devan ran to meet up with the others while still maintaining some distance so they weren't easy targets. Small flashes began kicking up around him as he sprinted through the wreckage, and he knew the banshees had arrived. He quickly dove behind a warthog, but not before the banshee let off a fuel rod, the explosion flinging Devan, minus his energy shield, into a ghost that happened to be passing by. Looking up, he noticed a not-to-happy elite hop off and come striding towards him, simaltaneously reaching for its plasma rifle.
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Post by Loon on Jun 11, 2015 17:02:52 GMT
Erebus felt a cold smile spread across his face as the last Grunt fell. Hopping down, he quickly crouch-ran to the Spartan with the wounded ODST, making sure his communication device was still on.
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Oblivion ran behind an Elite that was drawing its plasma rifle, as he simultaneously activated his energy sword and stabbed it through the chest.
((Remember, Erebus is known to exist by the UNSC, and is acknowledged as something of an ally with descriptions of him running rampant throughout the corps.))
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 11, 2015 17:25:22 GMT
Zachary brought his plasma launcher to bear on the second banshee, but just then the two Warthog gunners had finaly brought it down.
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Zesa growled as he spotted the rogue Elite. Heretic. Jumping down off of a heap of wreckage, Zesa hailed Oblivion in his native tongue.
(I'ma make a skeleton profile of him real quick)
-Name: Zesa R'tasus (R'tasee) -Race, Position: Sangheili Zealot Field Marshal -Appearance: A stately and powerful Sangheili clad in maroon Field Marshal armor, with a cut along the chestplate from a blade. -Weapons: Fuel rod cannon with an energy sword and olasma rifle sidearms, as well as plasma grenades. -Other: Brothers with General Sagos R'tasee
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 17:27:24 GMT
Rhi blinked in surprise at the armored soldier running to her side, then realized that he had taken out the Grunts. "Thanks." She said briefly, propping the wounded ODST up behind cover.
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Post by Loon on Jun 11, 2015 19:08:57 GMT
((Uhh, they don't actually know he's a Jackal.))
Erebus nodded as he placed his shield against the front of the rock to provide more cover. "What's the situation? Do you have any reinforcements inbound? Do you have any other squad members around that need help?" He reached for his lunch and opened it, grimacing under his mask at the anchovies on the pizza.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 19:16:00 GMT
((Oops, right. I edited))
"We should have incoming reinforcements coming soon." Rhi replied, firing her energy pistol. "But I don't know what's going to happen, thanks to that Lich."
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 11, 2015 19:56:28 GMT
( Loon did you see my earlier post?) "Officer Tracatto," Came the familiar voice over Zachary's comms, "this is Lord Hood. A Pelican is inbound to your position, and oribital fire support is approved." As Zach broadcasted the news to the others, a white bolt streaked from the sky and pounded into the Covenant Lich, followed a second later by a rumble and crackle of the sound barrier. The Lich's underside burst open with an explosion, and it nosed into the ground with a terrific boom. From behind came the familiar roar of a Pelican gunship.
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Post by Loon on Jun 11, 2015 20:43:38 GMT
((Actually I didn't, sorry!))
Oblivion turned and stared at the Sanghieli approaching him. "Yes, kinsman? What is your quarrel?"
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Erebus nodded. "I see. Cover me, while I attempt to discover a better vantage point to destroy the enemy." He said, as he dashed out from behind cover.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 11, 2015 20:47:46 GMT
"Oh boy." She muttered, but her spirits perked up at the sound of the Pelican. With her limited range of firepower, Rhi did her best to cover the soldier as he dashed forward. When the Brutes started to come forward, she ran out, grabbing a fallen hammer and proceeding to bash the heck out of them. "Hurry!" She called out.
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Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Jun 11, 2015 22:50:02 GMT
Devan was just about to reach for his weapon in a final attempt, when he noticed the elite was now in the ground and another had taken its place, energy sword in hand. Assuming this elite was not a friend of the covenant, Devan stood cautiously. "Thanks?" But As soon as he saw another, less-friendly looking sangheli approaching, he decided he wouldn't get in the way just yet, having also heard the inbound drop ship.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 12, 2015 2:48:03 GMT
Zachary stood and hailed the Pelican joyously as it spun around and dropped its hatch. One Marine captain stood inside, waving them in. "Let's get y'all outta here!" He shouted in a hearty southern accent. "There's more Covvies on their way!"
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"You," Zesa pointed an accusing finger at Oblivion. "You are a heretic, and an enemy of the Covenant!" At that proclamation, several near him turned around to face the situation.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 12, 2015 2:53:53 GMT
Rhi gestured for a soldier to grab the wounded ODST, then waved a hand to Tracatto. "Get them aboard!! I'll cover you!" She shouted, using a fallen Brute as a springboard so she could bash one of its brethren across the face. Out of the corner of her HUD, she could see a group of Sangheli surrounding one of their own...but there was little she could do, anyway. She was too busy playing Whac-A-Brute.
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Post by Loon on Jun 12, 2015 13:49:08 GMT
Oblivion smirked, his grotesquely scarred mouth only forming the prideful facial expression on his left side, while his single right mandible waggled around. "Well, you see, sir, these humans... they're mighty fine-looking. One of the more beautiful races we have encountered. It would be shame to mar such natural brilliance, would it not?" He said, as he slowly moved his hand to his plasma pistol.
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Erebus turned around, briefly raising his rifle and firing off three shots, that each connected with a Brute's head. Oblivion had activated his radio, and judging from the conversation, it wasn't exactly a friendly reunion with his kin.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 12, 2015 13:54:54 GMT
The UNSC personnel wasted no time boarding the dropship, providing supporting fire as they did.
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With an angry hiss, the pale blue energy sword ignited in Zesa's hands as he approached. "Yours is the face that will be marred this day, heretic!"
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Post by Loon on Jun 12, 2015 14:12:18 GMT
"Zesa, Zesa, Zesa... You honestly don't think you can kill me, right? I mean, considering the fact that in fifteen seconds all your little buddies are gonna be kablooied across the canyon, I wouldn't recommend attacking me." Oblivion said, drawing both of his pistols.
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Erebus leveled his rifle, firing at each of the Sanghieli.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jun 12, 2015 15:50:02 GMT
Rhi, finished with her morbid game, glanced back at the group of Sangheli, and, when she saw the trooper who had helped her starting to fire, she decided to chip in. Spinning around for extra momentum, she flung her hammer towards one of the Elite's, grabbing a fallen needler just in case.
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Post by NightBlade on Jun 12, 2015 17:19:18 GMT
Zesa gave a guttural chuckle. "I was a Zealot by the time I outgrew the likes of you! Now flee with your heretic friends or die...the time of reckoning is at hand!" He gestured behind him with his free hand at a pair of Lich ships that were approaching.
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Marine Captain Massey hollered to Rhi, "Git on already, soldier! Tangos coming in hot and we're not staying to romp!"
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