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    MISSION LOG:

    Date: May 18, 2553

    Location: Equatorial Ascoria, Ascoria

    Force: Task Force Bravo

    Primary Objective: Capture Insurrectionist leader Jensen

    Sit-Rep: After a full-on engagement, the indvidual known only as "Jensen" has escaped into the jungles of Ascoria.  Task Forces Bravo, Golf, Charlie, and India are in pursuit.  Meanwhile, Spartan DAB has been [REDACATED] by [REDACATED] under the orders of [REDECATED] for [REDECATED] and [REDECATED]

    Battle-Rep: UNSC Frigate Tyrannosaur is on sight, as are various reinforcements.  A division of the UNSC Marine Corps is in-bound to further expedite the search.  E.T.A. 72 Hours

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    MISSION LOG... END

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    • Kai: "I don't understand what happened, signal is clear now I can hear you, remind me again what the message was?"

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    • (Kai, it was a transmission, not a conversation.)

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    • (Thanks.)

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    • (Lag begone! I banish thee!)

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    • (DAB's been redacted!? Oh no!)

      DAB:
      Naomi, I presume?

      She does not answer, but attacks again. This time, she kicks. Completely outmatched, DAB only just manages to dodge. Knowing he cannot win, he runs. Naomi instinctively draws her MA5C and opens fire, one of the round catching him in the back of the leg. As soon as he is out of Assault Rifle range, she gives pursuit.
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    •  Battle Report

      Ground Asset Status:

      • Task Force Bravo currently Idle
      • Task Force Charlie currently Covert
      • Task Force Golf currently Covert
      • Task Force India currently Engaged

      Reinforcements on Standby:

      • F-99 Osprey "Jacobite 6-2"
        • Air Superiority
        • Air Engagement
      • F-99 Osprey "Snooper 3-8"
        • High-Altitude Surveillance
        • Over watch
      • F-99 Osprey "Viking 8-1"
        • Currently Occupied, Orbital Defense
      • AV-14 Hornet "Midnight Train 3-4"
        • Light Infiltration/Exfiltration
        • Short-Range Transport
        • Medical Evacuation
      • AV-14 Hornet "Great Sword 4-4"
        • High-Profile Ground Assault
        • Low-Altitude Surveillance
      • F-85 Skyhawk "Thunderbird 6-8"
        • Low-Profile Ground Assault
        • Anti-Fortification Engagements
      • D77H Pelican "Blitz 8-2"
        • Extraction
        • Long-Range Transport
      • AC-220 Vulture "Hitman 2-2"
        • High-Altitude Air Support
        • Low-Accuracy Wide-Killbox Bombing
        • Currently under maintenance, ETA 580 minutes

      (Note: 580 minutes isn't actually that long considering how active we are :P  Besides, we shouldn't give ourselves a Vulture right away.  That'd be god-modding.)

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    • (B-but, what about Oban? Zeta was supposed to come here and pick us up, so we could go and defend Oban's ONI facilities.)

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    • (This is just the Tyrannosaur's complements.  We could use them to now, or later, or both.)

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    • (What I meant was that Oban is under attack right now, so we should get going.)

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    • (Chillax, Commando.   They'll be fine.....*faint explosion*.  Alright, yeah, maybe you're right.)

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    • (Meh, leave Oban. DAB's more important :P )

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    • (So, continue?  Or...)

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    • Crestus sat back in the command seat of his Darklich. The craft was matte black in color and capable of slipspace travel as well as cloaking. He had already picked up Taybab from his stay on Balaho and was making good time towards Eyan. 

      "Do you know Plumaj well?" Crestus asked Taybab. 

      "Not really. I know the Commander utilized his services frequently during the Human-Covenant War."

      "I just received an additional order. We are to inquire to Plumaj about the nature of our huragok reacquisition and use our own judgment to get them back by any reasonable means."

      "I hope Kai is there on time. I don't want to be late at the rendezvous site."

      Crestus sat up again as the Darklich popped into normal space. 

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    • (Depends on if I am online by then, funny how rps work.)

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    • Bravo hears the gunfire.

      Hartley: This way! Double time!

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    • A group of Innies jumps out from behind a waterfall, the leader throws a grenade right into Bravo's ranks.

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    • The Scorpion's massive turret turns towards the small group of Insurrectionists, and the explosive round obliterates the poor souls.

      Bristow: Yeah! That's how we do it in the UNSC, bitches!

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    • (i'm still lolling that most of these guyses ambush attacks have been epic noob stile fails.)

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    • Another group takes cover behind a rocky outcrop, firing at Bravo.  One of them breaks cover tosses a grenade at the Scorpion before being cut down by fire.  The grenade destroys the tank's front-right track.

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    • Weaver manages to kick the grenade that landed in the middle of Bravo. It explodes mid-air, throwing him and Dent to the ground.

      Weaver: Well, that was close...

      Michaels (shouting): DAB! DAB, where are you?!

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    • Bristow: Motherfuckers.

      Driscol, Brace and Bristow get off the Scorpion, Brace carrying what little remains of Stuart, Bristow carrying the NA7 suit.

      Brace: Why are you still carrying that body? You can barely stand yourself.

      Bristow: I have claimed this flamethrower. I will take it with me.

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    • The remaining troops stay behind the rocks, constantly firing at Bravo.  Meanwhile, the piece of land the Scorpion destroyed has allowed water from the waterfall to overflow. The water-level in the canyon begins to rise at an alarming rate, and there don't appear to be any easy ways out.

      (Read the statistics, Luke.....  Trust me....)

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    • Driscol: Sorry, my bad.

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    • In a vain attempt to trip Naomi, DAB tosses his beam rifle at her legs, as hard as he can. It doesn't affect her stride whatsoever, and the rifle itself actually bends upon impact with her foot. Still running, DAB cloaks and tries to evade her.

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    • (Ba-byee!  I'll come back soon.  Remember, there is a way out.  All you have to do is read the *muffled words*.....)

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    • (...or get picked up by the inbound Pelicans.)

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    • a innie fires at hartly with a halo combat evolved a.r.

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    • (The MA5B.)

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    • The shots bounce off Hartley's armour, allowing him to quickly throw a grenade at the Innie before diving into cover.

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    • The grenade tosses him 7 feet makes him do a flip and he lands on his back, still holding onto the MA5B he raises it high looking into the sky. "VALLHALLAAAAAAAAA!!" he suddenly stops moving, his puples stop adjusting to light.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Driscol: Sorry, my bad.

      (Red, once again, Driscol isn't a NPC. The category on the page was by accident.)

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    • (Yeah, it's just three words. I didn't think that would be an issue.)

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    • DAB, cloaked, is hiding behind some shrubbery, waiting for Naomi to pass, so he can ambush her. He can't outrun a SPARTAN-II, or beat one in a fair fight, so the element of surprise is all he has.

      Naomi passes the bushes, not noticing DAB while he's in active camouflage. Slowly brandishing his combat knife, DAB waits for the time to strike. And...

      He jumps, aiming for her neck.

      Reflexes like lightning, Naomi spins, grabbing DAB's hand with the combat knife in it, and then she swings him over her head and slams him down into the floor. She pulls out some buckmesh cuffs, and proceeds to bind his arms. However, DAB, in a last-ditch effort to escape, kicks out at Naomi. His foot connects with her arm, ripping the shoulder pauldron clean off of her armour. (Take that, Mk. VII!)

      In response, she stops tying him, stands up and stamps on his helmet, forcing it partly into the ground. Then, she resumes tying...

      Naomi_(COM):
      Got 'im, Dev. Be ready for pick up.
      Dev_(COM):
      Ok. BB, relay them the LZ.
      BB_(COM):
      Aye, aye!

      As soon as the waypoint appears, Naomi drags DAB through the forest, making a B-line for it.
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    • (As much as I dislike Mortal Dictata from a literary stand point and some Halo Lore ones I do have to admit I like the Kilo-Five characters. And evil ONI makes things interesting. Especially since Mal and Vaz are decent people and are always avoiding thinking about who they work for.)

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    • (Can I make Bristow show up in full NA7 gear to fuck Naomi's shit up?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: (Can I make Bristow show up in full NA7 gear to fuck Naomi's shit up?)

      http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Special:Search?search=na7&fulltext=Search

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    • (Look for the NA4. Because the NA4 is two decades old, I figured there would have been newer versions already. Hence the NA7.)

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    • (Where is everyone?)

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    • ( the brutes had a bbq.)

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    • (Awww, I missed it :( )

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    • (thaaaats, why your alive....)

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    • (Plot twist: I AM a Brute D:)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Can I make Bristow show up in full NA7 gear to fuck Naomi's shit up?)

      (If you think Bristow can outmatch a SPARTAN-II equipped with MJOLNIR Mk. 7, then sure :P )

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    • (Water's filling up...you might need some *cough*

      Sean4333 wrote: 
      Exfiltration

      *cough*)

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    • Naomi approaches a heavily modified Pelican, whose troop bay subsequently opens. On the side of it, the words 'TART-CART' are scrawled crudely in white paint. She throws DAB in with little concern given to his safety and comfort. She walks up to the cockpit door, and bangs on it with her first.

      Naomi:
      Prisoner's loaded up. Ready to go.
      Dev:
      Still waitin' on Vaz and Mal.
      Naomi:
      Speak of the devil...

      The pair of ODSTs emerge from the foliage. Vaz's visor is cracked, with a massive shatter running across it. He's helping Mal, holding him as he walks. It appears Mal's leg is broken. Both ODSTs are covered with blood.

      Once they sit down, the bay door closes, and the vehicle lifts off. Little did DAB know that Michaels, who had entered the clearing seconds after lift-off, could neither see nor hear the Pelican.

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    • (Crap, ninja-posted.)

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    • (lol)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (DAB's been redacted!? Oh no!)

      (Nah, it's just Smith who's redacted.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Male figure: Hey, big girl! How you doin'?

      From behind a tree, a male figure clad in an NA7 Flamethrower suit appears. The visor depolarises, and it is revealed that the man is Bristow.

      Bristow: Are you cold in that suit? Here, lemme change that for you.

      He pulls the trigger, and the NA7 spouts flames at the surprised Spartan. Shields flaring, she manages to get out of the deadly wave of fire, but in the meantime Bravo manages to reach DAB.

      (Appropriate)

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    • (the armor crumbling into dust is my favorite part.)

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    • (Just out of curiosity, isn't Bravo the least bit worried about incurring ONI's wrath by messing with their private task force?)

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    • (they came hear to fight insurrectionists, their mission never said they can't be, insurrectionists.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Just out of curiosity, isn't Bravo the least bit worried about incurring ONI's wrath by messing with their private task force?)

      (Bristow just doesn't give a shit.)

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    • (who would want one?)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Just out of curiosity, isn't Bravo the least bit worried about incurring ONI's wrath by messing with their private task force?)

      (Bravo didn't mess with Kilo-Five, DAB did, and he's not on Bravo anymore.)

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    • (He didn't really have a choice, either. ONI are out to get him, because he's a liability.)

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    • (Then I will tell Fero, he will be hired.)

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    • DAB is frantically searching for a way to bring the Pelican down, with him in it or not. As he does so, though, he does his best not to move his helmet, which would betray his motives. Eventually, he concludes there is no way out...

      Mal, sitting on one of the troop bay's seats, uses his good leg to kick DAB in the spine, as hard as he can. Vaz motions for him to stop, and he does so, but the initial kick was still painful enough. DAB rolls over, and looks at Mal.

      DAB:
      Hurts... But not as much as that leg, I bet!

      Looking annoyed, Mal appears to prepare for another kick, but Naomi just shakes her head at him.

      (Stop, you imbecile! He wants you to kill him!)

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    • (I had just remembered, their was a early acsess character I once had, a war dog named chip, who like in the Vietnam war does not bark because he's trained not to, some of my early posting history disgusts me but that was a cleaver plot. I wonder if I should make a page for him but, I have no time to look for it.)

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    • ( Question: odst

       The soul says: ODST's go feet first into hell. Hell can't get much worse than being trapped inside Bungie's servers. 
      

      )

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
       Battle Report

      Ground Asset Status:

      • Task Force Bravo currently Idle
      • Task Force Charlie currently Covert
      • Task Force Golf currently Covert
      • Task Force India currently Engaged

      Reinforcements on Standby:

      • F-99 Osprey "Jacobite 6-2"
        • Air Superiority
        • Air Engagement
      • F-99 Osprey "Snooper 3-8"
        • High-Altitude Surveillance
        • Over watch
      • F-99 Osprey "Viking 8-1"
        • Currently Occupied, Orbital Defense
      • AV-14 Hornet "Midnight Train 3-4"
        • Light Infiltration/Exfiltration
        • Short-Range Transport
        • Medical Evacuation
      • AV-14 Hornet "Great Sword 4-4"
        • High-Profile Ground Assault
        • Low-Altitude Surveillance
      • F-85 Skyhawk "Thunderbird 6-8"
        • Low-Profile Ground Assault
        • Anti-Fortification Engagements
      • D77H Pelican "Blitz 8-2"
        • Extraction
        • Long-Range Transport
      • AC-220 Vulture "Hitman 2-2"
        • High-Altitude Air Support
        • Low-Accuracy Wide-Killbox Bombing
        • Currently under maintenance, ETA 580 minutes

      (Note: 580 minutes isn't actually that long considering how active we are :P  Besides, we shouldn't give ourselves a Vulture right away.  That'd be god-modding.)

      (Sean. F-99s are drones. Hartley has a TACPAD. Do you see where this is going?)

      ONI BASE BREAKPOINT

      OORT CLOUD

      SNIPER INSTRUCTOR TEAM SIERRA-BRAVO FOUR

      Captain: Locke. Over here, please.

      Locke: What is it?

      Captain: Your old team, Bravo. remember them?

      Locke: Yeah...

      Captain: They're on a planet with three other task forces, one of which is Taskforce India. They've requested ground support. You're one of the best here. I'm sending you in with your spotter.

      Locke: I can move faster on my own, sir.

      Captain: If you say so...

      (REINTRODUCTION!)

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    • (Unless this station is relatively close to Ascoria, they'd likely just request support from Battle Group Zeta, which is in orbit right now. Maybe it's better to say that Locke was aboard one of Zeta's ships.)

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    • (Maybe a prowler. That way, he can be both on a ship and on a ONI exclusive area.)

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    • Remembering that his suit can send a message to the Black Seraphs, DAB realises he must get a message out quickly, before ONI undoubtedly confiscates his armour. After taking a short period to reconcile his thoughts, DAB sends a brief message, in Morse code.

      "ONI GOT ME. GET HOOD."

      He can only hope that Phillipae receives the message... And that, because it's simple, easy-to-miss Morse code, Port Stanley doesn't detect and block it... And that the Black Seraphs are even in a position to help him... And that Phillipae understands Morse...

      DAB thinks to himself:

      DAB:
      Being the Covenant's ONI, the Seraphs must have cracked Morse at one point... Right?
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    • (What planet were Dab, Bravo, and Kilo-Five on?)

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    • (Ascoria. It's a planet (made up by us) nearby Oban.)

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    • Philliape was strolling around what was currently constructed of his new Mother Base when the Zealous Fury's computer beeped his communicator. He confirmed a relay command and viewed the message that had been recieved on a small tablet. 

      It read, --- -. .. / --. --- - / -- . .-.-.- / --. . - / .... --- --- -.. .-.-.-.

      Phillipae recognized it to be morse code or a derivitive. In a second, he translated it to Covenant Common. It now read, "ONI GOT ME. GET HOOD." The transponder number also matched that of the one the huragok had given Dab. 

      "Blarg. I thought you were going to lie low Spartan," he said to himself. Phillipae tabbed his COMS. "Froal, I'll need you to keep an eye on the base and the engineers."

      "You're leaving Commander?"

      "A friend of the Division is in need of assisstance. Be sure to coordinate the return of Agents in my absense. No one is to assist me unless ordered."

      "Understood Commander."

      Phillipae ran all the way back the the air lock. He stepped inside, sealed and pressurized his suit, and exited the base. On the planet's surface he felt significantly lighter. They kept the gravity inside calibrated to Sangheilios levels. In a moment, he was up the Fury's grav lift. 

      "Computer, find me Spartan Dab's last known location." Phillipae sprinted to the bridge.

      "Working. Coordinates locked." 

      "Make a slipspace jump to that location."

      "Understood."

      The ship rumbled as the jump drive's coils spun up for the energy exchange. 

      Phillipae entered his cabin/ready room to compose a transmission to Lord Terrance Hood.

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    • (Oh he laid low alright, Low as the Stars! the, ones that are in the sky when standing on a planet, not the ones that by the planets gravity's perspective are billions of miles down.)

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    • Bristow reaches the clearing ater everyone else, still hauling the Insurrectionist.

      Bristow: Where'd they go?

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    • Hartley: Dammit! We lost him!

      Dent: Uh, guys, we're running out of time to get out of this canyon!

      A trio of Pelicans hovers over the area, carrying India, Charlie and Golf.

      Miller (COM): Hey, Bravo, need a ride?

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    • The Zealous Fury popped into normal space. "Activate cloaking device," Phillipae commanded.

      "Done."

      "Computer, where are we in relations to current star charts?" 

      "Steller position 134597-245564."

      "Is anything else about this system in the data base?"

      "Various UNSC vessels exclusively owned by the Office of Naval Intelligence make up most of the traffic to and from this system."

      "Bring us the exact point that Spartan Dab's transponder entered slip space."

      "Acknowledged."

      A few moments passed. A planet sat a few hundred thousand units off as the Fury came to a stop. 

      "Position reached."

      "Has Spartan Dab's transponder resumed transmitting?"

      "Negative."

      That meant one of two things. Dab was still in slip space or his suit had been disabled. During the Human-Covenant War, one could easily track UNSC ships by the tears they left in sub space that took a while to heal up. Now the UNSC had much more advanced slip space technology and tracking them would be a lot harder. 

      "Activate the new tracking algorithim."

      "Understood. Activating now."

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    • (I'm assuming that post takes place a few days after what's happening right now.)

      Trent's Pelican lands near Bravo, with its hatch open.

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    • ReDquinox wrote: Bristow reaches the clearing ater everyone else, still hauling the Insurrectionist.

      Bristow: Where'd they go?

      The inserectionest: And what will you do if I don't tell you, cut off my fingers, rape my mouth, many other horrable things that will only remind me what you will do to my people if I tell you where they are? With the time you spend beating a fish with a rock, you could have caught another one."

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    • (I will be back latter, a volcanic vent just opened and people crawled out and they are annoying as hell, I intend to get away from them.)

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote: Bristow reaches the clearing ater everyone else, still hauling the Insurrectionist.

      Bristow: Where'd they go?

      The inserectionest: And what will you do if I don't tell you, cut off my fingers, rape my mouth, many other horrable things that will only remind me what you will do to my people if I tell you where they are? With the time you spend beating a fish with a rock, you could have caught another one."

      (It's a corpse. It doesn't talk. The only reason Bristow is hauling it everywhere is because the corpse has the NA7 on it.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:

      Lord of the STARS wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote: Bristow reaches the clearing ater everyone else, still hauling the Insurrectionist.

      Bristow: Where'd they go?

      The inserectionest: And what will you do if I don't tell you, cut off my fingers, rape my mouth, many other horrable things that will only remind me what you will do to my people if I tell you where they are? With the time you spend beating a fish with a rock, you could have caught another one."

      (It's a corpse. It doesn't talk. The only reason Bristow is hauling it everywhere is because the corpse has the NA7 on it.)

      (weal that's embarrassing, but I've done worse.)

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    • (It's the Flood! They're back!)

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    • After Bravo has clambered aboard, the Pelican lifts off, joins the others, and heads away from the battlefield.  Looking up into the harsh light reveals that the sky has changed since the last time Bravo saw it many days ago.

      For too long the ODSTs have lived in the damp, darkness of the jungle.  It was its own world with its own sky, the swinging primates were its birds and the thick, leafy canopy its clouds.   Now, the sky was no longer occupied by just blue, but by the grey and black of low-hanging spaceships.  They've arrived.

      A group of vessels at least five strong coming to support the Tyrannosaur.  The Three Frigates are the closest to the surface, keeping their hangars open as a constant stream of Pelicans, Darters, and Albatrosses soar out.  Just above are two Destroyers, probably escorts, just in case.  There are certainly more out of atmosphere, but those will remain unseen until danger presents itself.  

      Finally, a looming Covenant Corvette, its perch far away from the UNSC Armada.  Instead of the standard Royal Purple, this one is a Rebellious Green.  "<Mercenaries>", Cantor explains over the COMS, "<The Separatists sent them to help us out.>", he laughs, "<And for free too!>"

      (Now's your chance to start of FireDrag.)

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    • Bristow: Woo! Finally off this stinkhole!

      Bristow lies down in the middle of the Pelican's floor, next to where he dumped the body.

      Bristow: So, buddy, how are you feeling? You look a bit dead.

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    • (Too late, Locke... :P )

      Captain (COM): No time to rest, Bravo. Oban is under attack. We'll leave some ships here to hold the Covenant fleet off.

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    • (DAMN IT! Every time I post, someone ninja-posts! Arghh!)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Bristow: Woo! Finally off this stinkhole!


      "Not so fast", Weaver's robotic voice drones, "We still have an objective to complete.  We're staying here, probably gonna get attached to some Marine Divisions."  Beck looks over, "So...So we're staying...here?"  "In the new outpost, yes", Weaver replies as if stating the obvious.  "But still", Beck looks out the back of the Pelican, "Here?"

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    • (What?! So I'm not gonna be able to introduce my secondary character?!)

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (DAMN IT! Every time I post, someone ninja-posts! Arghh!)

      (what are you talking about? with good wiki activity that's the only way to post.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      (DAMN IT! Every time I post, someone ninja-posts! Arghh!)

      (Wait. Can I retcon it so that we're being deployed to the new outpost? That would work.)

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    • (Oi Vei, Commando!  I was betting on Locke coming back! XP  Well, Locke, it ain't exactly an outpost.  It's more a...you'll see.)

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    • Bristow: Oh, cock. At least let me get into this new gear first.

      Bristow starts stripping the corpse of the NA7 suit. When he's done, he starts undressing himself as well, before putting on the bland gray NA7 flamethrower gear.

      Bristow: Awesome. It just needs one more thing.

      Bristow removes his Bowie knife and its sheath from his ODST BDU, and straps it to his left leg.

      Bristow: How do I look?

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    • (Either way, It's being retconned.)

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    • The inside cockpit of Evos 'Yyarvok's customized Seraph had always been a magnificent blue on the interior, the holographic screen displaying the forward view cameras and the flanks on the strategic bomber. The distance between him, and the UNSC Armada was closing, as he tapped his finger on the armrest at his left. At the Sangheili's fingertips were a selection of commands, a monitor on all radio channels and a series of information given to him by the Seperatist Corvette he was aligned with. Evos wasn't exactly sure why the Separatist's had assigned him to cooperate with this UNSC Armada in order to find and weed out a few human Insurrectionists, but they had the credits he wanted, and they shared a good amount of bounty for this task as well. He entered the open channel with the UNSC Fleet.

      Evos: "<This is Assigned Marauder, bearing close to Human Fleet. I understand you are experiencing problems, and I have been, 'employed' to assist you. What is your status and situation.>"

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    • Hartley: Stay here, doing what? Don't you understand? It was a setup. All they wanted to do was draw us, and Battle Group Zeta, to this planet, leaving Oban vulnerable. We have military facilities to protect. And most importantly, we have civilians to rescue. By staying here, we're basically doing what they want us to do.

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    • (Civilians on Oban?  Also, we still gotta rid the Innie presence on the moon.  And Fire just arrived, we can't really leave yet.)

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    • (First, this is not a moon. Second, according to the descriptions of the map Daybreak, Oban was not only used as a military facility, but also as a home for millions of refugees. Third, the Innies are already being killed by the Legion of Decided Heart, and they're currently on a planet that holds no significance to the UNSC, and most of them were wiped out by the explosion of the spire and the flooding of the canyons. All that remains is a small Covenant fleet trying to keep Battle Group Zeta from returning to Oban.

      And Fire can follow us to Oban.)

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    • (*Sigh* Okay.  I'll have Jensen reappear some other time.  As long as you promise to let us have a space battle.  Y'know taking out the blockade so we can go to Oban.  Fire could even provide air, well space, support.)

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    • (Yeah a space battle sounds good. As long as it's not too long. Although, Bravo won't be able to do much in it.)

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    • (Ah just as that purple stuff starts leaking out of your knee from watching all that repetitive Spartan vs Spartan, mommy comes and opens her bag, dressing the wound with a never on video human ship vs human ship battle video, and kisses it better.)

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    • (Don't worry, Commando, ol' boy.  I've got a few twists and ideas locked away in here somewhere, I'll find something to do.)

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    • (You know what this means? I AM NO LONGER THE NEWEST MEMBER WOOOOO)

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    • (Hey, you can do all the "new guy" stuff to Fire. Tell him the newest member has to give pie to everyone. :P)

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    • (Hey, hey, Fire, you gotta send pie to us. Since the members of this RP are spread out everywhere in between the US and India, you'll have to travel a lot.)

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    • (You will pay for the plane ticket.)

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    • (Nah, you have to do it on foot.)

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    • (I want apple pie.)

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    • (I don't like pie. :/

      Hey, Vessel, this means knowledge about Commando = 6!)

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    • (We don't have apples. We have potatos and beetroot, one of two choices only. Sorry.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote: (I don't like pie. :/

      Hey, Vessel, this means knowledge about Commando = 6!)

      (Learning about Commando, one fact at a time!)

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    • (How about Pumpkin Pie?  Or Oreo Pie!?  Aw, that stuff is great!  Just try passing American Security from Russia, though.  It'll be a journey.)

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    • (Hey, Vessel, what does knowledge about me equal?

      Anyway, back to RPing...)

      DAB is pulled to his feet by Naomi, as the Pelican jolts and the troop bay opens. A woman stands in the open mouth of Pelican. She is accompanied by a slowly rotating holographic box.

      Osman:
      Ah, DAB, welcome to the Port Stanley. I trust you'll enjo- Oh Jesus, what happened to you two?

      Vaz, who was helping Mal out of the Tart Cart, motions to DAB. Osman scowls at DAB, before getting back to ordering.
      Osman:
      Vaz, Mal, get to the medbay. Naomi, get Adj to disassemble his armour, then stick him in a cell. BB? Take us to Earth.
      BB:
      Aye, aye!

      Vaz helps the limping Mal to the medbay, while Naomi forces DAB toward the cell block at gun point. Before he leaves the hangar though, Osman turns to address him.
      Osman:
      Oh, and DAB. Parangosky says 'Hi'.
      DAB:
      Oh, so she did get my postcard?
      Osman:
      Yes, in fact she replied, but didn't know where to send it to.

      Osman pulls out a small rectangle of card, and throws it at DAB's feet. He looks down:

      ParangoskyToDABPostcard

      (Yeah, when I said FaSUM were busy? They were busy being dead.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote: (How about Pumpkin Pie?  Or Oreo Pie!?  Aw, that stuff is great!  Just try passing American Security from Russia, though.  It'll be a journey.)

      (What I would have to pay in order to get a visa for the US is outrageous. I also need someone to acknowledge Evos.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote: (Hey, Vessel, what does knowledge about me equal?

      Anyway, back to RPing...)

      DAB is pulled to his feet by Naomi, as the Pelican jolts and the troop bay opens. A woman stands in the open mouth of Pelican. She is accompanied by a slowly rotating holographic box.

      Osman:
      Ah, DAB, welcome to the Port Stanley. I trust you'll enjo- Oh Jesus, what happened to you two?

      Vaz, who was helping Mal out of the Tart Cart, motions to DAB. Osman scowls at DAB, before getting back to ordering.
      Osman:
      Vaz, Mal, get to the medbay. Naomi, get Adj to disassemble his armour, then stick him in a cell. BB? Take us to Earth.
      BB:
      Aye, aye!

      Vaz helps the limping Mal to the medbay, while Naomi forces DAB toward the cell block at gun point. Before he leaves the hangar though, Osman turns to address him.
      Osman:
      Oh, and DAB. Parangosky says 'Hi'.
      DAB:
      Oh, so she did get my postcard?
      Osman:
      Yes, in fact she replied, but didn't know where to send it to.

      Osman pulls out a small rectangle of card, and throws it at DAB's feet. He looks down:

      ParangoskyToDABPostcard

      (Yeah, when I said FaSUM were busy? They were busy being dead.)

      (Are you sure that's not a photo of one of the planets the unsc left to die just because they where on it during the war?)

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    • (I had originally thought that Tart Cart was in slip space. Kilo-Five outfitted their pelicans for that if your remember. For the sake of continuity let us say that Phillipae is a few hours behind and is here after Port Stanley left for Earth. Does the UNSC still observe Cole Protocol in their transit decsions?)

      Phillipae examined his displays. In stealth mode he was completely hidden from all other vessels in the system. At least until the heat sinks needed to be vented. It took a while, but the trackin algorithim finally yielded a jump vector. 

      "Computer, plot and execute jump."

      "Acknowledged. Jumping now."

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      (We don't have apples. We have potatos and beetroot, one of two choices only. Sorry.)

      (Nah, I want Idli.)

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    • (My Irish heritage embraces this potato pie.

      Dab=

      • He is taking GCSEs.
      • He was born on November 15.
      • He is atheist.
      • He has blonde hair.
      • He has blue eyes.
      • He has a Chemistry teacher who could have chosen between a PS4 and an Xbox One, and bought a Wii.)
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    • (I bet you don't know much about me.

      Also, it's Wii U)

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    • (My knowledge about you = 2.

      • You live in India
      • Your name is Sharan.)
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    • (Sean and Stars know some secret things about me. I just hope they don't reveal the secrets to everyone.

      My knowledge about Sean = 4, Stars = 1, Red = 3 & Vessel = 2)

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    • (That little? I can think of five things about me that I've revealed.)

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    • (*cough* RP *cough*)

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    • (Still need someone to acknowledge Evos so he knows where to go.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote: (Sean and Stars know some secret things about me. I just hope they don't reveal the secrets to everyone.

      My knowledge about Sean = 4, Stars = 1, Red = 3 & Vessel = 2)

      (You know more than this about me. I have more than that in my account page alone.)

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    • Captain (COM): Assigned Marauder, this is UNSC Tyrannosaur from Battle Group Zeta. We're trying to pull back to one of our colonies but we're pinned down by the Covenant fleet. Give us some assistance so we can send a few ships to the colony.

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    • (Assigned Marauder is the name of Evos' custom Seraph, the Corvette doesn't belong to him, they are just his employers.)

      Evos: "Understood, approaching their vector. Keep yourselves from firing upon my ship!"

      Evos 'Yyarvok brought his flight console up, hovering his clawed grasp over the trajectory corrector of the Seraph. His approach grew closer to the couple of ships he was sent to defend, carefully watching all screens. The Covenant Fleet near his ship hadn't quite recognized his Seraph as an enemy quite yet, as he suddenly hit the thruster towards a group of Banshees heading for a bombing dive.

      Evos: "T-26A's? I am almost doing them a favor blasting this scrap out of the air."

      Evos adjusted the two heavy plasma cannons on the exterior of the Assigned Marauder, opening fire on two of the Banshees, which within seconds errupted into brilliant plasma flames. He adjusted the cannons again, opening fire on the next pair.

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    • (Fire, you might want to know that on this RP, everyone uses the present, not the past tense.)

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    • The Pelicans carrying Bravo and the other Task Forces enter the Tyrannosaur's hangar. As the ODSTs exit the dropships, the frigate takes a hit from a CRS-class cruiser.

      Carpenter: What the hell was tha--

      The Pelicans, along with everyone in the hangar bay, are thrown against the walls.

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    • 42 minuets latter the group manage to awaken from unconsciousness.

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    • One of the Destroyers is pelted by plasma, and begins dropping towards the planet in a slow, banking spiral.  Meanwhile, Banshees swarm the fleet, dropping from atmosphere in waves.  Pelicans deperately try to get troops off the outpost on the surface, just below the battlegroup's previous mooring.  Most are either shot down, or too damaged to make it far.  A few manage to enter the Tyrannosaur in the nick of time.  The rest of the soldiers stationed at the post will be stranded.

      In the Frigate, the bay-doors are sealed and alarm lights are activated. The hangar is alive with crew members, administrative staff, and engineers frantically trying to control fires and salvage ruined equipment. An alert message plays over the intercom. "Warning", it says in an ironically soothing voice, "Please prepare for emergency slip-space jump." The hangar staff and crew give up trying to repair the situation and flee to the main hull of the ship.

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    • The frigate enters slipspace, followed by a trio of destroyers.

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    • Evos 'Yyarvok detects the signature of the preparing to jump array of Frigates and Destroyers. Assigned Marauder detects the Tyrannosaur and a few destroyers, Evos peels off the Banshee pair he was attacking, aligning himself with Tyrannosaur. The Impulse Drive on Assigned Marauder heats and prepares to jump with the Frigate.

      Evos: "We pull from battle so quick? What cowards are we?"

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    • Voice on COM: All ships: FFG-358, DD-432 and DD-575 are badly damaged and are pulling back to Oban. FFG-302 and 544 are ordered to escort them.

      Two other frigates prepare to enter slipspace.

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    • Bristow gets back on his feet.

      Bristow: What the fuck is going on?

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    • Hartley struggles to get up.

      Hartley: Is everyone okay? Check Trent's Pelican.

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    • Kai: "Dear Phillipae, it will be dark in 3 more hours, the skies of Eayn are so beautiful, our ansesters should have sailed on the clouds and found a way to serf with the stars to enjoy the true beauty. I'm sure it won't hurt to send you a photo, maby it will put a smile on your face. Look forward to a reunion soon, I'm to young to retire." Chu'ot is visible almost even when its cloudy.

      Eayn sunset

      Kai has sent you a photo

      End of privet message.

      "Hey, hey you." He hears a voice say. "Hey can you help a veteran?"

      On a bench next to the pub (no not the kind like on earth a real pub) a kig-yar 4 years older then him sits looking at him, he has no family, no mother, no house, no friends, and no legs. His face has a huge scrape, staring from where their is a nasty looking missing eye, and the scar runs down his face, stopping at a patch of visable veins in the start of the neck.

      Kai: "Hello sir, what can I help you with?"

      Unnamed veteran: "Carry me to the middle of town so I can watch the parade."

      Kai: "What happened? uh, I mean....:("

      Unnamed veteran: "They call it a scorpion."

      Kai: "I did not know their was a parade in town."

      Unnamed veteran: "Its in honor of the heroes who fought...."

      Kai: "No, their is nothing worth celebrating, that war was barbaric, led by a false prophet who's agenda had nothing to do with the faith."

      Unnamed veteran: "Maby to you, but maby someone is their who I knew."

      Kai: "Fine." He carries the cripple to the middle of town.

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    • Miller checks the cockpit of his Pelican.

      Miller: Damn... pilots are dead...

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    • Bristow: Then why the fuck are we still here?

      Bristow proceeds to try to kick open Pelican's door, but fails and groans in pain.

      Bristow: Agh... Damn wound.

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    • (We were already out of our Pelicans.)

      Michaels: Trent's Pelican seems to be okay...

      Cantor: Ours is good too.

      Hartley: Brace, get Bristow to the med bay. The rest of you, gear up and prepare to be deployed to Oban.

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    • Bristow: Wait, what? No, I'm coming with you! I want to try this new gear out!

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    • Dent: With a wound like that, you'll only slow us down.

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    • The frigate exits slipspace just out of Oban's position, almost crashing into a satellite.

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    • Bristow angrily leaves the room, mumbling something about flamethrowers and corpses.

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    • (Sean, only the inner colonies have Orbital Defense Platforms.)

      Hartley: To the armoury! Go, go, go! Sasuun, you're coming with us this time!

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    • (that's right, outer colonies just start getting glassed from orbit as soon as they show up.)

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    • (Inner colonies have many, many more inhabitants, which makes them more important to defend.)

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    • (don't you mean important to defend...... at all?)

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    • The Task Forces gear up and return to their respective Pelicans.

      Hartley: Our objective is a series of ONI facilities and sensor relays in the northernmost highlands region of Saviron. Some of the towns are also under attack, but defending them is going to be the other Task Forces' job. After we land we'll need to link up with an ODST squad tasked with protecting the ONI bases.

      (So, did Elder get retconned after all?)

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    • (Oh hey look it's the RP.)

      The Pelicans carrying the Task Forces leave the frigate's hangar and head for the surface of Oban.

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    • (Dammit, I have no character to RP.)

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    • (Okay, leaving Bristow behind was a bad idea. Let's just say he's all fixed up.)

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    • (Better yet: he arrives shortly after the rest, and saves everyone's asses with fiery destruction.)

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    • Bravo's Pelican approaches the ONI facilities.

      Voice on COM: Ah, Bravo, 'bout time you showed up. Give me a hand with these Elites, will ya?

      An ODST is on the ground, surrounded by Elites.

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    • The Assigned Marauder exits Jumpspace, the Impulse-drive on the Seraph starting its cooldown and the base of the green-colored ship pulled to a halt. Evos knew he had at least moments before the Human Armada would arrive, as he comforted himself for seconds knowing that Covenant Ships have always been faster. The moment that the Humans entered space nearest him, he reestablished COM contact.

      Evos: "<This is Assigned Marauder. Checking in for reports, and orders for engagement; Human Fleet.>"

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    • Captain (COM): Assigned Marauder, this is Tyrannosaur. You are ordered to assist our ships in defending Oban and preventing the Covenant ships from deploying any more troops to the surface.

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    • Shrake: Oh, you mean these assholes.

      Shrake shoots the Elites with his DMR.

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    • Trent's Pelican gets close enough to the ground, and Bravo jumps out, firing their weapons at the Elites.

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    • (weal I suppose it makes sense they go down like shooting stalks of grass, they can't even handle Spartan 4's)

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    • (Actually, thanks to their armour, S-IVs are quite formidable. But only because of their armour. Fireteam Majestic must have been the most incompetent group of soldiers ever, and I'm including the Reds and Blues.)

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    • (Indeed, imagine a 12 year old up againced 12 35 year olds, he has a saber and a full suit of steel plated armor with leather armor under it, the 35 year olds buck naked with base ball bats with glass axe blades on them. And the 12 year old only winning (even then he most likely won't) because he has better gear.)

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    • Bristow enters the med bay. A medic looks up.

      Medic: Can I help you?

      Bristow removes his new NA7 gear, to reveal his wound: a horrifying mix of dried blood, torn flesh and biofoam. The medic rushed towards him, and puts him on a table, immediately beginning to examine the wound.

      Medic: Needler?

      Bristow: Needler.

      Medic: Well, lucky for you, the wound is less severe than it looks. Spilling intestines may seem horrid, but it's not that bad.

      The medic begins removing the biofoam and treating the wound. After a while, he's done.

      Medic: There, that should be fixed. You're safe to go back into battle. Just... Try to not get shot there again. If it happens again, it will be a lot more problematic.

      Bristow: Thanks, doc. See you around.

      Bristow exits the medbay, and heads to the crew quarters. Once there, he takes off his NA7 and gets some paint.

      (Alright, try to put Bravo one the losing hand.)

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    • Chyenka fires his MA5CD at an Elite, jumping out of the D77H ugly flying shit.

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    • Brace enters the crew quarters.

      Brace: So, Bristow, ready to get back to work?

      (First I'm gonna introduce my secondary character.)

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    • Bristow: Doc says I'm good to go. But first, I'm gonna give this baby-

      He gestures at the suit of armour,

      Bristow: -A new coat of paint.

      Bristow gets to work, giving the suit a matte brown colour with shining amber highlights, and Bravo's logo on both shoulder pieces. After a while, he's done.

      Bristow: There. What a beauty.

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    • Brace: Alright. Just make sure you get the hell away from us when you use that.


      Meanwhile, on Oban...

      After all the Elites are killed, the ODST walks over to Bravo.

      ODST: Thanks for the assist, Bravo.

      Dent: You're welcome.

      ODST: I'm Private First Class Natasha Jinnah from squad Beta-Four.

      Hartley: So you...?

      Jinnah: Yah, sir. I'm all that's left of Beta-Four.

      Hartley: You're staying with us, then.

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    • (What about Elder?)

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    • (What do you mean?)

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    • (Wasn't that what Robert was going to be called?)

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    • (No, I said I wanted to retcon Elder because I was going to use the name Robert for my secondary character.)

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    • (Ohh.)

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    • Bristow: Wait, it needs one more thing.

      Bristow takes out the black paint, and on the fuel tank, he writes "Damian", and on the side of the flamethrower "hot 'n spicy".

      Bristow: There. Done. Now let's hope command doesn't take my baby from me just because "I have psychopathical tendencies".

      (Now you inspired me, Commando. Good job.)

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    • Michaels: Further introductions can wait: we got a whole army of Covenant coming this way!

      Hartley: Jinnah, do the Wolf Spiders in these facilities still work?

      Jinnah: I think so, Lieutenant.

      Hartley: Alright, up the hill! Let's get to the ONI base and activate the turrets!

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    • 45 kig-yar show up just casually walking tword the facility, they stop and stare at what is before them.

      One of the kig-yar: "is that a?...."

      Anouther: "Human base? yes, I did not know humans where on this planet, their where no battle clusters, not even a single mac defense station..."

      A 3rd: "Just walk tword it calmly, it might just be a abandon building left over from the war."

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    • (When Bravo reaches the gate, it automatically shuts before them, locking them out. A hologram of Parangosky appears.

      Parangosky:
      What, you think I'd let you live? Ha!

      Laughing, her hologram fades away slowly...

      Seriously, though, back to RPing!)

      As soon as he sees the postcard, DAB's spirit is broken. Naomi shoves him into his cell, and slams the door. For a moment, he just sits there, staring at the floor, eyes glazed and unfocused. They murdered his friends, an entire planet, just to get to him...

      The thought filled with him with rage. Brimming with anger, DAB lurched up and launched a punch at the far wall. It made a dent larger than he had ever thought he could muster. He didn't even want to see what it'd done to his hand.

      He collapsed onto his knees again, and his rage subsided to tears.

      Unbeknownst to DAB, a holographic, rotating box had materialised behind him.

      BB:
      Careful, you almost punctured the hull there.
      DAB doesn't respond. He just sits there, sobbing.
      BB:
      Just kidding, you have 3 meters still to go. Have fun.
      Still nothing.
      BB:
      Not much of a talker, are ya?
      DAB:
      Would you be? If you just learnt that ONI had destroyed your life's work, the one good thing that had ever come out of your existence? Those people were innocent, civilians! Most of them hadn't even known Harvest. Most were born after the Insurrection. They were peaceful. And ONI slaughtered them. How do you live with yourselves?
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    • Seeing nothing happen, the 45 signal that it is clear, the rest of them begin to show up. 3 squadrons behind them. All Ruutian kig-yar.

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    • (Stars, what? If they didn't know humans were on this planet, then why were they here in the first place?)

      The group makes their way to the gate and shuts it.

      Hartley: Jinnah, get up to that tower and activate the turrets!

      Jinnah: Understood!

      Hartley: They'll destroy the gate eventually, so get ready to light 'em up as soon as they come in!

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    • They see the gait shut and stop, realizing their are people hear, the leader of the group activates the device, a large holographic display shows the area of the planet, their location, and they see the facility showing this is indeed the location of a massive forerunner city.....

      "Their must be a mistake!"

      One of them says "Might I suggest that perhaps the humans have planted this on the storm faction as a trap, and now it has fallen into our hands?"

      Their leader grumbles.... "You 4, go talk to them while we await their reply."

      (Regret did not know earth was the human homeworld either.)

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    • (But didn't they come with the Covenant fleet? If so, they had to know, because they came here for the intel of the ONI bases, not for a "Forerunner city".)

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    • (They killed a very small storm covy splinter group and stolen a map to a forerunner artifact.)

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    • (You didn't answer my question. Did they come with the Covenant fleet, or what? And Oban doesn't have any massive Forerunner artefacts, 'cause that would screw up the canon.)

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    • (Random question, but are you guys ok with the RPing style I've adopted recently? I mean, I'm acutely aware that I've gone off on my own, and although I've tried to bring Thel into it, I'm really the only one driving DAB's subplot. I've just got this grand story mapped out in my head, but I feel like it's getting alienated from Taskforce Bravo itself - the whole point of the RP.)

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    • (Naw, it's fine.)

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    • (This is just one of my attempts to get in.)

      (like something out of spore having been defeated by the silver tong of commando they asend into the air swirling around and disappear.)

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    • (Sorry, Stars... it's just that you keep coming up with subplots that are kinda NCF...)

      The first wave of Covenant forces approaches the facility. The Wolf Spiders open fire on them.

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    • (They are just trial and error, and we all know most results end in error, but that's what not putting them in the articles is far.)

      (I gtg, need exercise or my matabilizum will make me jitter painfully.)

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    • (Just give me a little information to help me frame Phillipae into the whole thing and make a new post. I am also considering some holes I have in my storytelling revolving around Kilo-Five's gear and slipspace, but I'll only retcon what I absolutely must. We'll just ignore any minor plot holes for the sake of continuing the RP.)

      It was 05:00 when Lord Terrance Hood sat down at his desk to begin the day. Despite the fall of the Covenant, the battles that Earth and the UNSC faced raged on. He booted up his terminal and began leafing through his Waypoint messages. Various updates for the INFINITY and Spartan IV projects filled his screen. Small incursions in the outter colonies. Official reports from ONI that were probably specifically designed to keep NavCom satisfied and out of their hair. 

      Hood coughed and a notifcation winked onto his glass panel display. The subject matter of the post beared a familier insignia and set off his terminal's security measures. This was an unauthorized message that had made its way directly to him through layer upon layer of firewalls. Few people had that kind of power. Margret Parangosky's dramatic flare had dimmed over the years and it would be out of character for her to dilberately break his security system. 

      He opened the message and disregarded the safety prompt. 

      DECRYPTING... TRANSLATING... // To-Lord-Terrance-Hood-NavCom From-BlaSDiv-Commander-Vlassam

                  <Lord Hood, Spartan Dab-101 sent a message to me via his hyperwave transponder.>

      <Forwarding... "ONI GOT ME. GET HOOD.">

      <Kilo-Five are my prime suspects.>

      <Black Seraph Divsion Commander Phillipae Vlassam.>

      <This message will self delete when fully read.>

      Hood leaned back and let out a groan. The message scrubbed itself and Hood had no doubt that if he called a techy to look at the entire mainframe they'd find no trace of the message. 

      "Margret, what are you doing now," he murmured to himself as he rose from his seat.

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    • (Glad you are back online my friend, hunting season is soon to reopen. I can't get the coming campain done with out sangheili help.)

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    • (No plot holes that I can see. Just make sure Phillipae's there when Port Stanley exits slipspace over Earth. That's when everything's going to happen.)

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    • (Dab! We need you here!)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (Dab, we need you here.)

      (Is that...? Is that Brenton!? Oh, dear god!)

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    • (Dab, why did you suddenly stop RPing with Matt?)

      Several suicide Grunts charge at the gate.

      Hartley: Don't let 'em get close!

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    • Bristow puts the gear on.

      Bristow: Brace, could you help me with the fuel tank?

      Brace puts the fuel tank in place.

      Bristow: Well then, let's go see how they're doing without us.

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    • (@Commando:

      Johnson: Bip. Bap. Bam.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Dab, why did you suddenly stop RPing with Matt?)

      (He isn't really relevant to the story I'm telling... yet.)

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    • One of the Grunts manages to reach the gate and blows up.

      Dent: Damn!

      Michaels: Hold them off! Don't let them enter the facility!

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    • Jones shoots them with his DMR.

      Jones: There's too many of them.

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    • Jinnah: Lieutenant! Wolf Spiders are gone!

      Hartley: Shit... everyone, inside the building!

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    • Jones finds a Rocket Launcher fallen near a fallen ODST of Beta-Four.

      Jones: Oh my, this is my lucky day.

      He throws his empty AR aside and takes the RL.

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    • a grunt makes it to his body and starts teabagging it.

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    • Jones: I will.

      He turns to the incoming Covenant.

      Jones: You guys continue, I'll hold them off & then come back to you.

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    • (Thanks for ruining the scene, Stars. :P)

      Dent: And how do you expect to hold off an entire army? Get your ass inside now!

      Dent fires his rocket launcher at a group of Covenant, destroying a Ghost and killing an entire squad of Grunts.

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    • Jones: It ain't an army. But I want to use my new weapon.. alright, I'll come.

      (Wait, Dent is a PFC right? He doesn't seem like he's talking to a Staff Sergeant...

      Anyways, good night everyone.)

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    • (He knows it isn't an "army". He was obviously exaggerating.

      And that's just Dent being Dent. There's a reason he got demoted more than once.)

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    • (Lol)

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    • Jones runs along with Bravo, but not before shooting a rocket at the Covies. The blast destroys a Ghost and 2 Grunts near it.

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    • The ODSTs regroup at the door, firing their weapons at the incoming Covenant troops.

      Hartley (COM): Trent, Covies destroyed the gate! We're falling back to the facility! Get us some support now!

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    • A grunt turns and starts running the other direction: "What a world!" Then he runs into the point blank of a fule rod grunt behind him by mistake blowing up 8 plasma rifle grunts. (hey if they let them carry the big boy fule rod guns why not give them the medium boy toys?) But 15 fule rod grunts keep charging fearlessly.

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    • Evos brought his Seraph behind a Covenant Phantom Gunboat as he begins to press his hands into the controls, as his Seraph opens heavy fire upon the Gunboat. Evos angles his ship so he can avoid the return fire from the Gunboat, pressing into the controls harder. Finally, the back of the Gunship blows, and the propulsion from the Phantom forces the vessel into lower orbit. Evos smiles, slowly bringing his Seraph up behind the Covenant's own Seraph group.

      Evos: "<Tyrannosaur, you have four Seraph bombers approaching your starboard bow. I shall engage, keep yourself from blowing me away as well.>"

      Evos returns to applying pressure to the controls, the plasma-based fire tearing the back of on of the Seraphs to pieces. The Sangheili Mercenary watches as the Seraph group pulls apart, and begins to target on of the stragglers before the group can successfully pull back into a unit. Not only was 'Yyarvok getting his credits worth for this job, but he was also enjoying himself.

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    • The grunt line (get it? front line, grunt line, lol) defeated hear come 45 weal armored ibie'shan kig-yar with needlers and needle pistols, and just behind them 34 sangheili with carbines taking cover behind them.

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    • Almost as if it was waiting to be called, a Pelican comes in sight. When it reaches the base, it turns around and opens its loading bay. Inside are two men.

      Bristow: Hey guys! Did you miss us?

      Bristow and Brace jump out.

      Brace: How come that every time you leave us behind, you get into trouble?

      Bristow: Oh, and a little word of advice-

      (Epic zoom-in on Bristow)

      Bristow: -Take cover.

      Bristow pulls the trigger, and flames spray from the NA7 flamethrower. Kig-Yar scream as they perish in a sea of fire. Methane tanks carried by the Grunts combust and explode. Under his polarised visor, Bristow grins an almost maniacal grin.

      Bristow: Burn, you Covie fucks!

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      Brace: How come that every time you leave us behind, you get into trouble?

      (Its called destiny, and it does wait for some men, when they are useful.)

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    • The remaining Covenant troops start retreating.

      Michaels: Nice timing, Bristow! 

      Hartley: Jinnah, this is your ride.

      Jinnah: Nah. I'm stayin'.

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    • Chyenka: Damn, Bristow. Burnt Jackal smells just like chicken.

      Trent (COM): Suit yourself, Jinnah, but this is your only ride out of here.

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    • Bristow and Brace walk to the rest of the team. Along the way, Bristow steps on the head of a Kig-Yar, crushing its skull.

      Bristow: So, you leave us behind again, and once again, you have to be saved.

      Bristow takes a small bow.

      Bristow: You're welcome. I have to say, flamethrowers are amazing. Don't tell Command I have one, though. They might not be as happy.

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    • Brace: LT, I saw a large Covenant strike force headed in this direction while on the Pelican. I suggest we make this quick.

      Hartley: Jinnah, you know where the intel is?

      Jinnah: Yes, sir. Stored in a data chip in the control room of this facility.

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    • Chyenka: Brace, what's the ETA of those Covenant?

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    • Brace: About five minutes.

      Carpenter: Damn!

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    • Chyenka: Dent, with me. Carpenter, go with Driscol. Get the outer turrets back online.

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    • Dent: What? Why can't we just grab the chip and bug out?

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    • Chyenka: Then we should get to--

      He is interrupted as a Type-54 Drop Pod flies down, Covenant jumping out.

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    • Jinnah: What is that?

      D'Angelo: Doesn't matter, just shoot it!

      Hartley: Chyenka! Take Matt and Jinnah and go get the chip! We'll hold them off! D'Angelo, Carpenter, Driscol, get the turrets back online!

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    • Chyenka nods, running back into the building, with the others following.

      Jinnah: This way!

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    • A pair of Hunters drops from the drop pod, charging their cannons.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote: Chyenka: Damn, Bristow. Burnt Jackal smells just like chicken.

      Trent (COM): Suit yourself, Jinnah, but this is your only ride out of here.

      (its war, I can forgive that.)

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    • A group of Jackals set up a shield wall outside the building.  

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    • The ODSTs reach the door to the control room. Jinnah is about to run into it, but Chyenka stops him. They raise their weapons, advancing cautiously. A faint shimmer in the air moves slightly.

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    • (Bristow was with the rest, defending the facility.)

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    • (Oh yeah, whoops.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      The ODSTs reach the door to the control room. Jinnah is about to run into it, but Chyenka stops him. They raise their weapons, advancing cautiously. A faint shimmer in the air moves slightly.

      (Uh, Jinnah is a woman. :P )

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    • (I heard a nasty rumor that humans like to change their gender, but of corse i'm not stupid enough to belive them.)

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    • (Take that to the politics thread. I'd like to see what the others think of that.)

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    • (Wait, Stars.  Are you talking about Bruce..er, I mean...Caitlyn Jenner?  Yeah, Jort's right.  Post that on the politics thread.)

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    • Driscol: So, where are the turrets?

      Carpenter: I don't know, start looking.

      (Wait, are these automated turrets?)

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    • (Would an Elite know that the chip is important? If so, I'll adjust it slightly.)

      Jinnah strides up to the console to remove the chip.

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    • (uhhhhhh, yes.)

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    • (Stars, were you referring to me, or to Vessel?)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote: (Stars, were you referring to me, or to Vessel?)

      (after having seen human technology and been fighting them for over 12 years, if elites can't figure out chips are important, then I am insulted they where able to keep everyone else enslaved to the prophets with their military.)

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    • (They wouldn't where to find it for what to look.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote: (They wouldn't where to find it for what to look.)

      (did you mean, they would not know its their to look for? point well made if so.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      Driscol: So, where are the turrets?

      Carpenter: I don't know, start looking.

      (Wait, are these automated turrets?)

      (Read the posts above you. They're Wolf Spiders. And they're all around the facility. Where else would they be?)

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    • (its by far not the first time people tried to man automatic turrets, and it won't be the last.)

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    • (I think I was banned from commenting on that "What's Wrong with Halo 4? thread.)

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    • (Nah, Haloprov closed the thread.)

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    • (Good.)

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    • (I understand there are issues with the Battle of Reach timeline, but I choose to believe that Halo: The Fall of Reach and Halo: Reach are compatible. It's more fun than believeing one to be a cannon violation or retcon.)

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    • (The problem is, instead of just accepting Reach and 4's faults and specialities, he is just going shouting "Reach is crap. It's non-canon. 4 is the best evah".)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (I think I was banned from commenting on that "What's Wrong with Halo 4? thread.)

      (halo nations is actually the 2cond forum I ever been to that I did not just do my absolute best hold out as long as I can and then get banned anyway, but I eventually figured out the forums I did get banned from is because people are dicks, and the forums I did not get banned from are because people are not dicks, as is the way they say it these days.)

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    • (Back to the RP. Where's Dab? I need him to post for me to bounce off of.)

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    • (Come on Dab, rp charicters die if their existence is ignored to long. survival depends on staying on stage.)

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    • (You can RP as one of Bravo's members.)

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:
      (Come on Dab, rp charicters die if their existence is ignored to long.)

      (He has exams, dont disturb him.)

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    • (Nah, I've been home for a good few hours. I've just been lazing around, trying (and failing) to muster the will power needed to revise.)

      After what could have been hours of solitary weeping, the door behind DAB slides open, revealing Admiral Osman accompanied by Vaz.

      Osman:
      To the bridge. Now. Someone wants to speak to you. You've pissed a lot of people off, not least because you just costed ONI a few million cR in damages to Naomi's suit. Parangosky's going to make you pay. Personally.
      DAB:
      She's here? That bitch is here!?
      Osman:
      No, video communication... But I'll pass on the compliment. The real hell starts when we get to Earth, in a day or so. Vaz, get him to the bridge. I've got some things to attend to.

      As Osman walks away, Vaz pulls some buckmesh cuffs from hims belt, and DAB dutifully holds out his hands.
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    • Jinnah removes the chip.

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    • (I cannot remember exactly, why is ONI after Dab? Why is he a loose end? Is it simply because he was an experiment to see if a child rasied to be a soldier would be successful?)

      Taybab, Crestus, Kai, and the elites were all onboard Crestus' Darklich on their way through a sequence of random jumps that would culminate in a return to home base. 

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    • (Thel, because DAB killed people during the Insurrection, and because ONI wants him out of the picture.)

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    • (lately theirs been explosions of activity followed by people already being gone for the day by now.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (Thel, because DAB killed people during the Insurrection, and because ONI wants him out of the picture.)

      (That's what they're claiming. However, their main, true motive is what Thel said. He was the only SPARTAN (who was abducted) who didn't swear absolute loyalty to the UNSC, and who spoke his mind.)

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    • (Most inserectionests are actually non violent, you only don't hear about them because they aren't considered a threat, but they don't exactly get respect either. They are like the fly the ueg will swat after they are done with all the wasps.)

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    • (Sorry I haven't been posting for a while. My computer got hit with stuxnet, and you can imagine from there. In-RP, about an hour has passed, so Locke and Fenn should be there at that point. Also, edit what you feel is neccesary.)

      Locke: Set us down here!

      The pilot lands in the courtyard.

      Locke: What'd we miss?

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:
      (Most inserectionests are actually non violent, you only don't hear about them because they aren't considered a threat, but they don't exactly get respect either. They are like the fly the ueg will swat after they are done with all the wasps.)

      (Stars, an insurrectionist by definition is violent. https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=define%20insurrection

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    • (I must have been thinking of a different type of rebel.)

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    • (Shouldn't Locke be with his Nightfall team at this point?)

      Jinnah puts the data chip in a pouch.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Shouldn't Locke be with his Nightfall team at this point?)

      Evans puts the data chip in a pouch and scans the room with his sniper rifle.

      (It's 2553, Locke got his team 2555.)

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    • (In a second story which takes place in early 2555, Ramos says "We're sixteen missions in and the man is still a mystery to me.")

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    • (its already 2555? wow, what have I been missing out on?)

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    • The shimmer moves, as an Elite leaps at Jinnah, knocking her to the ground. The Elite swipes its Energy Sword at Chyenka and Matt, who leap back, and rips the pouch from Jinnah, running through another door. Chyenka opens fire with his MA5D, making the Elite's shield flicker, but it escapes.

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    • (No, it's 2553, but that quote implies that the guys from Nightfall have been with Locke for a very long time.)

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    • (Stars, it's 2553, but Nightfall happens in 2555.)

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    • Evos turns the pitch on his Seraph to engage a fleeing member of the bombing party. Firing off his heavy plasma cannons, the shielding on the other Seraph strips away, as eventually one of the tails of the tear-shaped ship are blown away and the Seraph plummets to atmosphere. He adjusts another pitch for engaging another Seraph before they could regroup and engage the Human Ship.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote: (Stars, its 2553, but Nightfall happens in 2555.)

      (Get ready for a prophecy of the future http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Halo:_Hunters_in_the_Dark )

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    • Chyenka begins running after the Elite, through the doorway.

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    • (lol can you imagine a human catching up to a sangheili on foot? Sure Johnson caught up to a even faster runner but he was no ordernary mortal.)

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    • (He just needs to be able to shoot, so if there's a long corridor Chyenka has the advantage.)

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    • Matt and Jinnah follow Chyenka.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (In a second story which takes place in early 2555, Ramos says "We're sixteen missions in and the man is still a mystery to me.")

      (Depends on how long they are. It could mean two years or three. But I'm going to guess most counter-intel missions average out at a month. So late 2554 is the date.)

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    • (I think you mean late 2553.)

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    • The Hunters close in on Bravo. Bristow turns around.

      Bristow: Let's see what happens when I use this thing on the big guys, shall we?

      Bristow runs towards them, hurriedly scrambling to the side when a Fuel Rod Cannon is fired at him. When he reaches the closest Hunter, he fires up the flamethrower. After a short while, the Lekgolo inside begin to steam.

      Bristow: Holy shit, I'm cooking him! Awesome!

      The massive Mgalekgolo groans, and falls on the ground, dead. The Lekgolo in the armour burst due to the heat. The other Mgalekgolo roars, and charges towards Bristow.

      Bristow: Oh, fuck!

      Bristow sprints back to the rest of Bravo, the Mgalekgolo on his tail.

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    • (heads up, their not really as slow as in games when bearzerking.)

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    • (That's why Bristow is sprinting.)

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    • The Elite reaches a courtyard and prepares to be picked up by a Spirit.

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    • Chyenka (COM): Trent, circle round! Get to our position!

      Trent lifts up his Pelican and flies it towards the center of the facility.

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    • Jinnah reaches the courtyard, firing her sniper rifle at the Elite. However, the Elite manages to board the Spirit.

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    • The Spirit's cannon lays down suppressing fire.

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    • Trent's Pelican appears over the building, firing a blast from its laser at the Spirit.

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    • Jinnah: Tell the fly boy to be careful with the big guns! We got precious cargo on that dropship!

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    • The Pelican's autocannon engages the Spirit whilst hovering above, restricting the Spirit but not destroying it.

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    •  Battle Report

      Ground Asset Status:

      • Task Force Bravo currently Overt
      • Task Force Charlie currently Idle
      • Task Force Golf currently Idle
      • Task Force India currently Idle

      Reinforcements on Standby:

      • F-99 Osprey "Jacobite 6-2"
        • Air Superiority
        • Air Engagement
      • F-99 Osprey "Snooper 3-8"
        • High-Altitude Surveillance
        • Over watch
      • F-99 Osprey "Viking 8-1"
        • Orbital Superiority
        • Escort
        • Currently Occupied, Orbital Defense
      • AV-14 Hornet "Midnight Train 3-4"
        • Light Infiltration/Exfiltration
        • Short-Range Transport
        • Medical Evacuation
      • AV-14 Hornet "Great Sword 4-4"
        • High-Profile Ground Assault
        • Low-Altitude Surveillance
      • F-85 Skyhawk "Thunderbird 6-8"
        • Low-Profile Ground Assault
        • Anti-Fortification Engagements
      • D77H Pelican "Blitz 8-2"
        • Extraction
        • Long-Range Transport
      • AC-220 Vulture "Hitman 2-2"
        • High-Altitude Air Support
        • Low-Accuracy Wide-Killbox Bombing
        • Currently rearming, ETA 20 minutes
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    • Commando Trooper wrote:

      Hartley: Our objective is a series of ONI facilities and sensor relays in the northernmost highlands region of Saviron. Some of the towns are also under attack, but defending them is going to be the other Task Forces' job. After we land we'll need to link up with an ODST squad tasked with protecting the ONI bases.

      (Inactive?)

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    • (Danke. Fixed.)

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    • (Why do I always have to come here and revive the RP?)

      The Spirit hits a building and crashes in the courtyard.

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    • it lays on the ground on fire, 2 elites 2 grunts and a jackal manage to get out but their flesh is on fire, they run.

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    • (Because I've got exams, Locke basically never comes on and everyone else has that Star Wars RP. :P)

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    • (Not everyone, the starwars universe has no one no species no culture and no character that I can relate to and get into character as.)

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    • (of corse, with how many species their are in star wars canon, had I not given up I would STILL be looking and trying to decide.)

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    • (The Star Wars RP isn't really active at the moment, either. Sean and I just decided to skip the recruiting, and cut straight to the chase, but so far, no one else reacted, and Vessel still hasn't made his character.)

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    • (hey its doing better then 4 out of 10 of my rps ever do, but rps only go as well as their popularity, they are kinda like what depends on a good life for a student at school, only, in the reverse so that it actually matters to be cool at popular as aposed to the real world where it will only lead to hanging out with perminate life ruining people. Sadly if you want a rp to go well, you got to please the people. But when with people such as us, that is a good thing. After all, we are the galactic intervention.)

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    • Crestus looked Zen Plumaj up and down. The T'avoan looked rather anxious which was out of character for him. 

      "Your huragok are in possession of the UEG's Office of Naval Intelligence. I know their location, but that information alone will be costly due to the price I had to pay to acquire it."

      Crestus rolled his eyes. "How much kig-yar?"

      "Two hundred fifty units."

      "I'll pay you two hundred."

      "Two hundred thirty-five."

      "Two twenty-five."

      "Done." Plumaj inhaled and then exhaled. He pulled a data rod from a pouch on his belt and handed it to Crestus. "They are working on something big called the Infinity project. ONI has been gathering almost all the huragok in possession of the UNSC for this purpose. I would recommend you just abandon this venture immediately. The ammount of resources they have committed to the project and its protection is too tough even for BlaSDiv to crack. I could help you acquire new huragok for the best possible prices."

      "I think we'll pay a visit to this project. Even if we can't reacquire our huragok the intelligence alone should prove interesting. You start looking for new huragok. Even if we do steal ours back I'm sure Froal and our engineers would love the opportunity to acquire more. Thank you for your time Plumaj."

      "And thank you for your business. Please don't get yourselves killed though. You're among my best customers."

      "I'll keep that in mind." Crestus turned and walked back to the port where he boarded the Darklich to find Taybab and Kai playing some board game he hadn't seen before. "Ready up. We are making a recon flight."

      Taybab and Kai nodded and strapped themselves in for exfiltration. 

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    • Bristow, and the rest of Bravo, is still in the front of the building.

      Bristow: I don't like this. Too quiet.

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    • (Thank you Thel, I was worried my main character would never get to be main again. also spoiler, when you find the infinity that's where you will find slightly drifts.)

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    • Kai: "Remind me again who all is with us, nerrorate the team alphabetically and give a few non classified profile intel, its cool when people do that before a mission."

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    • Chyenka raises his assault rifle and walks towards the fallen Spirit.

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    • The Elite holding the chip crawls out of the Spirit.

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    • (Hey, since this image isn't really obviously Buck (going on what was said about using obvious named characters), could I use it for Chyenka's page? It's high-quality and looks cool.)

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    • (I could edit it a bit, if you want.)

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    • (I don't know. It always seemed to be one of the most recognisable/used images of Buck, and you can easily tell by the antenna thingy on his helmet.)

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    • (I edited it. It looks very premium now. http://i.imgur.com/dnP7iQj.jpg )

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    • (There's a joke there, right?)

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    • (Aha. Well, we'll just wait for Dab, Locke or Haloprov to provide some new images. *Hint hint*)

      Chyenka fire a burst from his assault rifle, easily stripping the shields of the weakened Elite. The other ODSTs moved forward.

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    • Jinnah pulls out her knife and stabs the Elite in the head. She grabs the data chip.

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    • Trent (COM): You're needed out there, troopers. Hop on board.

      The Pelican lands, and the ODSTs board it, before it flies back to the entrance of the facility.

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    • Bristow: Yeah! Time to fuck shit up!

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    • (To Thel Vadam, I have noticed in spite of being incredibly busy you still try very hard to be part of the rp when you have time. I saloot your efforts, and am glad and appreciate. Also I am glad dew to epic lack of time you simply egmergancy retrieve the playing cards, sometimes that's just gotta be done. Hopfuly more adaptations will be figured. Thank you.)

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    • Kai waiting patently but curios as to the mission they will soon embark on, has already packed gear with him when he came.

      Kai&#039;s gear

      He has with him the Needle Pistol, model unknown, bought from a gun store on Eayn, normally in the covenant only sangheili get to use them, but he figures his team mates and higher rankers like him.

      He has a second point defense gauntlet, he plans on letting a huragok turn it into a full body over shield. What is the point in a over shield when you have a point defense shield? cover when sniping, and added time to get to cover when the point defense shield is drained.

      A Type-25 Directed Energy Pistol

      A triple belt sheith with three 14 inch type t-r-d-47 cutlass. Unlike the common kig-yar energy cutlass this kind is a semi temporary blade weapon, with its system preventing to from super combing and exploding, how ever it can stab right into a steel wall up to the hilt if needed and the super comb explosion links to a kig-yar's hud to be used as a timed explosive, or links to a remote with a purple button that detonates it as a remote detonated explosive, and when it goes off with the might of 3 and a half times the force of a plasma grenade. This blade also has a saw blade that can cut through steel.

      And of corse his trusty beam rifle.

      Should this not be the tools for the coming mission how ever he can simply put them away and let his commander pick something else.


      (This is really a book marking helping post for me latter.)

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    • The Darklich tumbled into normal space and immediately engaged its cloaking device. As the sun came around the side of the gas giant in their vicinity the massive shape of a starship came into view. It was bigger than anything the UNSC had ever devised and larger than most vessels the Covenant had ever devised. Hundreds of small ships and construction frames flitted over the ship. 

      "Taybab, start monitoring communications."

      "Kai, start looking for huragok life signs and identifying markers if you can."

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