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  • THIS IS A UNSC PUBLIC SERVICES ANNOUNCEMENT


    Greetings, citizens of Harvest!

    We know many of you are concerned as to the rising threat of violence and rebellion in your home cities, here on Harvest. Some even suggest that the UNSC has abandoned you.

    This is not the case.

    Commencing as we speak, the UNSC has launched Operation: LIBERATION. Several battalions of Marines, Army forces and CMA personnel have been deployed all around Harvest and are weeding out the Insurrectionists right now!

    By this time in less than a month, the planet will be free of rebels, and peace and prosperity will have resumed. No longer will you be forced under the oppressive iron fists of evil orginisations like FaSUM, or the United Rebel Front. The United Earth Government will drive them out!

    Liberation is Coming

    As always, if you know someone who you suspect to be a rebellious terrorist, report it to the nearest UNSC official. They will be dealt with, and if your suspicions are correct, you will be rewarded.

    And remember... Stay Strong, Stay Resilient and Stay Loyal!

    Liberation is Coming.

    - UNSC


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    • (To recap what's happened so far:

      A group of freshman Army Rangers went through basic training and are finally ready for deployment. They were transferred to a UNSC destroyer, and shipped out for Harvest. Their mission is to quell the Insurrectionist group FaSUM, by eliminating its leaders. This is part of the larger-scale Operation: LIBERATION currently happening on Harvest, with the aim to kick the Insurrectionists off the planet.

      During their training, FaSUM, a small Insurrectionist group, made fame when they performed a bank heist on Harvest, and made away with over a million credit's worth of gold. However, an informant on the inside of the orginisation leaked details to the UNSC, and the UNSC in response set an ambush. Only one member of the heist team made it out alive: Aaron (who you should all be familiar with). He rendezvoused with a FaSUM convoy, but it was attacked by UNSC forces. Aaron was forced to split the gold with a FaSUM footsoldier called Kevin (CT's char). Both eventually made it back to the FaSUM HQ, even though Kevin's half of the gold was lost (but later recovered by FaSUM scouts). Due to his loyalty and commitment to the cause, Aaron was promoted to Vice President of FaSUM. Frederic Simpson, FaSUM's current President, revealed to him the true goal of FaSUM.

      TL;DR Some newly recruited Army Rangers are coming to kill FaSUM leaders Frederic Simpson and Aaron Renalds.

      That's pretty much all of it. Let's pick up right where we left off:)

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      At ease. I'm here to brief you on your next mission. Recently, a socialist Insurrectionist cell emerged on Harvest. They were mostly under-the-radar, and of little importance, until last week. They pulled a stunt and robbed a bank, sending the entire city of Gladsheim into panic and scattered firefights. Luckily, an informant had warned us early, and we were able to lay in ambush, neutralising most of their soldiers. Nevertheless, they were still able to make away with 1,850,000 cR's worth of gold. Obviously, they now pose a significant threat to the United Nations Space Command. Your mission is to infiltrate their main base, in the city of Gladsheim, and neutralise their leader, Frederic Simpson. Their 'vice president', Aaron Renalds, is a recently promoted right hand man to Frederic, and intel shows he is a strong advocate of their cause. He is a secondary target. Any questions?
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      — The Army Rangers' mission briefing.
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    • Sgt. Mitchell: All right, grab gear and let's go.

      Mitchell selects an MA5K and slips on a suppressor and M301. He also takes an M392 with suppressor for longer shots.

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    • (Ok, i'm back, it turns out theirs nothing wrong with me, and I just needed a rather delicious shot glass of tranqulizer. So, what kind of character should I pick? suggestions?)

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    • Capone takes a SRS99C-S1 AM and a M78 Pistol.

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    • (You were just briefed :P )

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    • (I thought it was for the thread. Oops.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      “
      At ease. I'm here to brief you on your next mission. Recently, a socialist Insurrectionist cell emerged on Harvest. They were mostly under-the-radar, and of little importance, until last week. They pulled a stunt and robbed a bank, sending the entire city of Gladsheim into panic and scattered firefights. Luckily, an informant had warned us early, and we were able to lay in ambush, neutralising most of their soldiers. Nevertheless, they were still able to make away with 1,850,000 cR's worth of gold. Obviously, they now pose a significant threat to the United Nations Space Command. Your mission is to infiltrate their main base, in the city of Gladsheim, and neutralise their leader, Frederic Simpson. Their 'vice president', Aaron Renalds, is a recently promoted right hand man to Frederic, and intel shows he is a strong advocate of their cause. He is a secondary target. Any questions?
      ”
      — The Army Rangers' mission briefing.
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    • (I'm busy right now. Be back soon. 

      Also, lol I completely ignored it.)

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    • Huston: What happens if we don't?

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    • Mitchell: I kick your ass out of the bird.

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    • (Dab, do you still want me to RP as Kevin? I feel like he's not relevant to the story anymore.)

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    • (RP as whoever you want. If you don't want to RP as Kevin, we can just make him an NPC.)

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    • Hello? hello, wake up....

      "Huh what???" a man at a desk lifts his head to see a man before him, he looks like he is in his 30s, has on leather boots, a par of wool black pants, a linnon shirt with a leather coat over it and a par of sunglasses, and a leather hat. His accsent is similar to that of a man from old world Oregon usa, he has facel hair and dark eyes, and 2 men stand beside him.

      "I want to buy a ship." the man tells the desk worker.

      "Certainly, what do you plan to do with it? export crops? transport tourists? "

      "Hmmm, kinda a mix of both." the man replies.

      "Then your hoping for a freighter or a bardge?"

      "Something faster." he replies "And has a lot of cargo space, and plenty of travel ability."

      "How far do you plan for the ship to travil? all the way to earth?"

      "Farther" the man replies.

      "How much farther?"

      "Much, farther....."

      "I am going to need a name and licens."

      "I am also hear to get a licens."

      "Then I need a name."

      "Robert"

      "Robert who?" Robert: "Just Robert."

      "I am going to need a last name."

      "Their is no last name, its just, Robert...."

      "Date of birth?"

      Robert writes it down.

      "I will need you to singes this paper."

      he singes the paper

      "You did not even read it, this is a....."

      Robert: "I have had a copy of this my whole life, I know what it says."

      "Very well, you now have your licens to sail, may I show you the ships we have to inspire your interests?"

      Robert: "Lead the way."

      4 minuets latter he finds just the ship he wants, he smiles..... "I will pay full price."

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    • Latter the ship is loaded with supplies, Robert, and 1800 people under his command board the ship and prepair for talk off.

      A voice on comms: "Robert, this is space command, I would like to know your destination."

      Robert: "The area we are on harvest at the moment, if you where to just point strait up into the sky, and contenue that lightyears into space, that's where we are going."

      the ships engines turn on....

      Space command: "But, don't you know? this is the very last planet humanity has colonized, if you go out their, your going strait into uncharted space."

      The ship begins to lift off....

      Robert: "That's the idea...."

      Space command: "Why?"

      Robert: "I want to learn whats out their."

      Space command: "But this is your first civilian voyage, if you go out their your going beyond where the unsc can keep you safe."

      The ship begins to leave the atmosphear

      Robert: "Yah, so? their isn't anything out their that can harm a ship exept a acsadent, and it is our lives, if we choose to risk it, leave us alone."

      Space command: "But....."

      The ship enters slip space, already exiting all charted human territory.

      A crew member: "Do you think they will ever figure it out?"

      Robert: "I'm surprised we did, see this is the true way a man deals with a government he does not like, no bloodshed, no mean worded rants, just get up and leave. Show them we are better off on our own, and don't come crawling back."

      The ship continues on its adventure, deeply traveling into the unknown.

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    • Capone: HALO jump, eh? I like it, but I have a feeling that now is not the time for doing it.

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    • (Unexpected development: There's wifi at the hotel! I can still keep you all company! Yay!)

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    • (So, the character I'm planning to create is an Army Ranger radioman. But I'm wondering, if every soldier in the UNSC has advanced communication tech in their helmets, is there a point in having radiomen?)

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    • (I agree.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (So, the character I'm planning to create is an Army Ranger radioman. But I'm wondering, if every soldier in the UNSC has advanced communication tech in their helmets, is there a point in having radiomen?)

      (The UNSC still uses big radios to contact SATCOM, I think.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote: (I agree.)

      (With a question?)

      Asbjorn took a BR54A1 from the rack.

      UNSC Ticonderoga Speakers: 37th Airborne to launch bay, gear up and get ready. Repeat, 37th Airborne to launch bay.

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    • (I suppose you'll need his radio to contact orbiting ships or units in another section of the planet.)

      An Army Ranger walks up to the group.

      Ranger: Private Ian McCoy, reporting for duty. I'm gonna be your radioman on this mission.

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    • Berlinksy: Recruit, eh? Follow me, Sarge's just here.

      Berlinksy turns and leads McCoy through to a room with a holographic map of Gladsheim. Several Army rangers are poring over it, and one looks up as the two walk in. Berlinsky nods his head to McCoy.

      Berlinksy: Sarge, this here's McCoy, our new radioman.

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    • (Ok, I've had enough of waiting.)

      Aaron is lying in bed, on the verge of finally sleeping after many sleepless nights getting acquainted with and reorganising FaSUM's military. Just as his eyelids begin to droop, a red light and sirens sound in his bunk, signalling an enemy incursion.

      Due to tiredness, it takes him a few moments to realise what this means, but once he does, he bolts out of the door in almost the same amount of time it had taken for him to recognise the siren in the first place.

      He bursts into Simpson's office, and is quickly filled in on the details.

      Simpson:
      It started a couple of minutes ago with an unresponsive patrol, but now we've got confirmed reports of an armed UNSC team infiltrating the compound - and they're heading in a B-line straight for us. We've got everyone at high alert!
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    • A drunken man shouts "WHERE ALL GONNA DIE!"

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      Berlinksy: Recruit, eh? Follow me, Sarge's just here.

      Berlinksy turns and leads McCoy through to a room with a holographic map of Gladsheim. Several Army rangers are poring over it, and one looks up as the two walk in. Berlinsky nods his head to McCoy.

      Berlinksy: Sarge, this here's McCoy, our new radioman.

      Mitchell: McCoy, grab a rifle and take a look.

      Mitchell taps a key and the diagam expands.

      Mitchell: This is what we've got from a recon drone. The pass was made an hour ago. The main idea is stealth.

      He highlights two towers.

      Mitchell: These towers contain the main overwatch as well as radiomen. The marksmen will take them out. Brevity code "Yellow" on EKIAs.

      He expands on a building.

      Mitchell: This is the armory. McCoy, don't key up when I give the brevity code "Blue". The EOD team will be planting charges on everything, and it takes just one stray signal. We'll blow it if we get uncovered. Secondary priority is to unload all the rifles. We want them to go bang nonce. Same with ours.

      Mitchell: Oh, almost forgot, McCoy. The objective is codenamed Objective Redline. If you pass Redline without a capture or kill, HIGHCOM's gonna be royally pissed at me, and I like my head.

      Mitchell points out the patrol routes, highlighted in red.

      Mitchell: These are the patrol routes. We'll neutralize as few as possible. Brevity code "Orange" on discovery. Take out as few as possible. If they start losing patrols in droves, they'll realize it. Remember, in and out. Men in green faces and all that. 

      Mitchell taps a key and the map of the compound disappears, replaced by a diagram of Objective Redline's face and a mission timetable, as well as the brevity code list and radio encryption codes.

      Mitchell: Memorize all that crap. Very important. And wear your damn ballistic plates. Don't neeed dead soldiers.

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    • McCoy: Got it, Sarge.

      McCoy puts on his ballistic vest, holsters his M6G and grabs a silenced M392.

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    • Mitchell: Okay, better get to the Pelican.

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    • (Can someone make a roster for our squad?)

      The rangers board the Pelican and start checking their gear. Moments later, the dropship lifts off and exits the Ticonderoga's hangar.

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    • (Who's in the squad?)

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    • THIRD SQUAD ROSTER:

      • Staff Sergeant Jackson Mitchell (Third Squad leader)
      • Specialist Daniel Berlinsky (gunner)
      • Private Richard Chevreuse (CQC)
      • Private First Class Leif Chyenka
      • Private John Lewis (sniper)
      • Private First Class Shaye Martin (marksman)
      • Private Stephen Meier (marksman)
      • Private Ian McCoy (radioman)
      • Private First Class Jacob Oliver
      • Private Joachim Amundsen
      • Private Klara Utkin
      • Private Allen Capone
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    • The Pelican approaches Gladsheim.

      Pilot (COM): 30 seconds. Get ready, troopers!

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    • (Um, maybe you forgot Pvt. Capone. Let's just say he is a new member, because I never RPed as him.)

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    • "You're good", Brians called to the steel behemoth, waving for it to follow him,  "you're good".  He guided the Sun-Devil through the outpost's congested depots and streets, midful of the live ammunition that Koretz left lying around.  "You're good", he repeated again shortly before backing into a barrel and falling over.  He gets up and dusts himself off, "I'm good".  The driver of the tank laughs, "Well at least the training paid off!"  The hatch flies open and he pops out like a razor-vole for better visibility. "Where are we headed again?", he says, squinting through the tinted goggles of his helmet.  Brians sighs and shakes his head, "To Number 2 Position, north of here.  The UNSC'll be on our ass any second."  The driver nods and clambers back into the red and black tank.

      A few minutes later and they've made some progress.  "You're good", Brians shouts for the umpteenth time.  The path was getting narrower and narrower.  Boxes crept up on either side, and worse, people.  Stupid people that either refused to see the 10-foot tall tank about to roll over them, or assumed it would go around them.  Obnoxious people that seemed to purposely stand in his way, or laugh at his misfortune.  Some particular attractive people that smiled at him (he hoped, at least), stealing his attention from the task at hand.  

      "You're good", he held up a hand to slow the tank down, "Slowly now.  You're good....".  Suddenly, a Warthog stops in front of the tank.  The driver probably assumed it was dormant do to its sluggish pace.  Brians holds up both hands to the tank, rushing up to warn the Warthog's crew.  He's about to solve the situation, when he is hoisted halfway into the air from behind.  Only one person can be so stupid.  Binkowski.  

      "Tony, ma man!  How ya doin'?  Long time, no see?  Well, did I tell ya about the show?  Oh, it was just phenomenal."  "BINKOWSKI!", Brians screamed in sheer fear.  "I know",  Binkowksi continued, "I'm back.  Ain't I great?  Anyway, as I was saying.  This thing should be nomininated for some sorta award.  The director knows whay he's doing and-"  "BINKOWSKI", Brians' voice went higher in every aspect.  He managed to catch a glimpse of the Sun-Devil, seconds from steam-rolling the Hog.  He gestured to the disaster-to-be, but Binkowski payed no mind, "Like, I was cryin', then laughin', then somethin' in between.  When the lead came out, oh, I swear you could hear a pin drop.  Strikin' and gorgeous, I tell ya.  A hush over the crowd that's what happened.  So, I wa-"

      The Anti-Air gun was now a stone's throw from catastrophe.  "BIN!!!  KOW!!! SKI!!!!", Brians yelped.  Binkowski stopped and looked over, "Wha?  What it is, pal?"  What followed was the horrible screeching sound of an emergency break, then shouting and vigorous honking from the Warthog.

      "WOOOOAHH!"

      "Get your head out of your ass!"

      "Holy shiti !" 

      "Gogogogo!"

      "Woah, slow down retard!"

      "Wasn't fuckin' paying attention!"

      "..Jesus Chist"

      Brians slowly looked from the wreck back to Binkowski, his face red as an apple.  Binkowki looked over innocently, "Oh." "Yeah, 'Oh'", Brians growled, "leave"

      "Look, man. I'm sorr-"

      "Leave."

      "Alright, alright".

      The driver climbs out of the tank, walking over to Brians' position to better observe to accident.  He whistles and pats the soldier on the shoulder, "Good luck telling the Sarge that one of his trucks is toast."   "Yeah", Brians kicks at the dirt, "Thanks".

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    • (So, is the base inside the city? Because it's unlikely that the civilians and the police would just stand there and watch them build a base.)

      Pilot (COM): 10 seconds. Stand by, lowering the hatch.

      The members of Third Squad take up positions at the edge of the troop bay, as the hatch begins to lower, revealing a series of apartment buildings alongside a river.

      Berlinsky: Let's go!

      Once all of the rangers are out, the Pelican lifts off and flies away.

      Pilot (COM): Kilo 052 staying on station. Call when you're ready for evac. Good hunting.

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    • (If they're sympathetic, I don't see why not. :P)

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    • Capone unslings his Sniper Rifle.

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    • (Tank team?  Those are Innies)

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    • (They are? I thought they were supposed to be another team. Honestly, that comment was really confusing. Nothing indicated that they were UNSC, but also nothing indicated that they were Innies. My bad.)

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    • (I put in the "Army'll be on our ass" to try to clear that up.  My bad.)

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    • (Sean, could you edit Vessel's comment to include Capone's name?)

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    • (I thought they were just some Marines who hated the Army. Maybe "The UNSC'll be on our ass" would've worked better. :P

      Anyway, back to the RP.)

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    • (Done)

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    • (Thanks.)

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    • Lewis: So, where're we going?

      Chevreuse: Intel puts them at eight clicks north of our position, in some kind of mining facility. Better start moving.

      The Rangers begin advancing through the city.

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    • The Rangers follow a road that leads to the countryside, coming across various farms before eventually reaching the forest.

      Martin: We're close.

      Berlinsky: Yeah. The mining facility's just on the other side of the tree line.

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    • A second pair of footsteps seems to come from within the forest.  Utkin's the first to notice.  She walks a bit slower, "You don't think that..."  "Nah", Oliver says with reassurance, "They aren't smart enough to know we're here." A branch breaks, and the vague sound of whispering is heard. "Maybe they're ours?", Amundsen wonders. Oliver nods, "Yeah, that's it", his voice carries traces of uncertainty, "They're ours."

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    • Chevreuse moves behind a tree near from where the footsteps are sounding, holding his shotgun upright and waiting for whoever it is to walk past.

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    • White beams of light from a search party's torches shine through between the trees.  The footsteps get closer.  Suddenly there's barking.  The whispers are no longer whispers, but distant talking.  "What is it boy?", the first voice asks.  "They must be over there", another higher one adds.  "Nah, it's just the dog", a third, condescending sounding character groans, "It's probably just smelling deer shit or something." "He.", the original voice, obviously the dog's owner, corrects, "And I've never seen him this worked up over normal smells".

      "Well, let's take the bet this time, alright Stan?", the female Innie suggests. "Alright", Stan, the third voice, who is now most apparently the leader, speaks again, "But if you too fuck up..." The footsteps and voices get louder. "We won't", the dog-owner walks into the middle of the path, "And if we-", he looks over to see the Army Troopers, "Oh shit!" He drops the leash and takes out a rifle, struggling to load it and fall back quickly at the same time. The Dog charges towards the troopers, teeth bared.

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    • (I thought dogs in war where obsolete, like horses.)

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    • The dog tackles McCoy to the ground, attempting to bite his head.

      McCoy: Jesus!

      He struggles to reach his DMR.

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    • the dogs teeth almost scratches the paint on his armor

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    • Mitchell: FUCK!

      Mitchell drops to one knee and shoots the dog in the head, then aims at the dog handler and cuts him down. 

      Mitchell: Get the FUCK on the ground!

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    • Capone: What the hell did just happen?

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    • (Can we retcon the dog's death? I was planning on doing something a little bit more interesting with him.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      Aaron is lying in bed, on the verge of finally sleeping after many sleepless nights getting acquainted with and reorganising FaSUM's military. Just as his eyelids begin to droop, a red light and sirens sound in his bunk, signalling an enemy incursion.

      Due to tiredness, it takes him a few moments to realise what this means, but once he does, he bolts out of the door in almost the same amount of time it had taken for him to recognise the siren in the first place.

      He bursts into Simpson's office, and is quickly filled in on the details.

      Simpson:
      It started a couple of minutes ago with an search team looking for Kevin's half of the gold, but now we've got confirmed reports of an armed UNSC team infiltrating the compound - and they're heading in a B-line straight for us. We've got everyone at high alert!

      (Canonically, this happens now-ish.)

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    • (And 30 years later, his death :P)

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    • (Yep. He will be missed... In 30 years.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote: (Can we retcon the dog's death? I was planning on doing something a little bit more interesting with him.)

      (uuuuh, but somhow this dog has a over shield and the damage of the gunshot only stunned him? hey why not, some people spend billons on a watch.)

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    • Chevreuse blasts the last of the Innies with his shotgun, sending his body sprawling. In the distance, more have been drawn towards the commotion, their flashlights searching the forest.

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    • McCoy gets back up and checks his radio.

      Lewis: Damn, there goes the element of surprise...

      Berlinsky: Find cover. We'll set up another ambush.

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    • Oliver leaps into the low riverbank running, helping Berlinsky set up the M247. Lewis joined them, steadying his sniper on the ground. Chevreuse and Amundsen took cover behind a large rock.

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    • "Hello, 4 Team?", the operator plays with a few settings on the switchboard and tries again, "4 Team, come in".  A large man in a suit strides by, watching the operators from over their shoulders.  "Who was posted to Team 4?", he inquires while turning to pace in the opposite direction.  A comms officer angles his head away from the screen slightly, "Jameson, Meyers, and Lyson."  "Who was in command?", the pacing man says before picking up a bottle of wine.  "That would be Jameson sir", the standing leader raises an eyebrow in reply.  "Stan Jameson", the officer clarifies".  "Ah", he stirs his wine, "Demote him."

      "But he's dead, sir"

      "What a shame.  Demote him"

      "But he's dead now, sir.  Even if I wanted to, the program won't allow it."

      "Very Well.  Set the time back, then demote him."

      "Yes, sir"

      "And while you're at it, send out 2 Recon.", as he speaks, the operator repeats his words into the radio, " Motorize them.  I want two by M274, two by foot, and the rest by Greyhound.  Give them aerial coverage and full artillery support at their discretion.   Outfit them for interception, intrusion, stealth, probing, infiltration, manipulation, exfiltration, condensation, self-detonation, vacation, ejaculation, and anything else they see fit", he slams his fist on the desk, spilling his wine, "I want those UEG jokers found and I want them dead!  Now!"  

      The Officers gives a crisp salute, and gets back on the line, moments later the sounds of motors rev and take off into the forest in which the Ops Center was hidden.  It was smaller then the actual base, and in much better condition.  It was simple and square, with the garage and troop compartments on the bottom floor, with an external elevator leading up towards offices and administrative centers, above that was the combat control center, and on top, an enclosed watchtower adorned with a collection of antennae, the only thing visible from above the tree line. Tree trunks dotted the area around the HQ, and beautiful light green leaves domed it from the sky, letting bits of sunlight fall to the ground in straight lines.

      In the watch tower, the Ground Control leader watched the Recon Team leave through the binoculars hanging down from the roof. It was only a matter of time before they found them.

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    • (^ What on Earth?)

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    • (Innie Outpost)

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    • (Still, what? This is FaSUM. You think socialists demote each other? :P )

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    • (Look, I'm just trying to make the leader seem like a heartless monster.  Makes him easier to kill for the Troopers. :P   Just play along, will ya?)

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    • (No! The whole point of personifying the 'bad guy' was to make the troopers feel conflicted about killing him!)

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    • (I'm humanizing everyone else, chill.  This makes the majority of Innies seem like good people who happen to have bad leaders, just as conflicting ;P)

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    • (But Simpson and Aaron are supposed to be the human ones! Simpson isn't a mean guy like that. Sure, he's panicked right now, but he's supposed to be seen as a fair leader, who might have what some would call 'extreme views' but is ultimately an agreeable, likable and charismatic person.)

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    • (Good for Simpson.  This is someone else.)

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    • (I guess you could make the military leader a bad guy, though. It takes a real sicko to reduce people to numbers like that, and there was something bad I didn't ever reveal about his appearance in the main Battle Series :P )He was the second informant, who sold DAB out.

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    • (So, it fits?)

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    • (Only if you make it the military leader guy and not Frederic Simpson himself. On the topic of the military guy, any ideas for names?)

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    • (I never said this was Simpson.  This is an entirely different building.  How about something with an "R".  They always sound more aggressive and mean.  Richter, Rickshire, Remmington...)

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    • (Same building because:)

      Simpson:
      Richter, may I speak with you for a sec?
      Richter:
      Sure...

      They walk to a corner of the room.

      Simpson:
      Those soldiers just died for our cause, and you want to post-humorously demote them?!
      Richter:
      With all due respect, sir, they failed us. They could've and should've fought better.
      Simpson:
      Nevertheless, they tried and died for us. We should be grateful, not angry. They're not demoted.

      With that, Simpson walks away. With a heavy, annoyed sigh, Richter shouts to the officer:

      Richter:
      Officer, forget that last order. Don't demote anyone.

      (I'm thinking that Richter is the Stalin to Simpson's Lenin.)

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    • (I like that idea.  So this is the command building.  Not the actual base, right?  Cause I had expected an epic hold out here, like the Battle of Endor in ROTJ, right after the main base is gone.)

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    • (The command building is at the center of the base complex, but is the most dug in part. It's partially embedded into the mountain. Around it for ~50 metres there is just flat grass, upon which any invaders would just be gunned down. The base complex is built outside of the perimeter around it.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:

      take off into the forest in which the Ops Center was hidden.

      an enclosed watchtower adorned with a collection of antennae, the only thing visible from above the tree line. Tree trunks dotted the area around the HQ, and beautiful light green leaves domed it from the sky, letting bits of sunlight fall to the ground in straight lines.

      (Maybe they use Skype :3)

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    • (Those two descriptions don't contradict one another. The command building is the only multi-story building in the base. The rest of it is just prefabs, because, let's face it, until ~2 weeks prior to this, FaSUM was never rich :P )

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    • (I can dig it.  So, now for the UEG people to go....)

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    • ("So, now for the UEG people to go...."

      ?)

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    • (Vessel and CT)

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    • (Ohhhh...)

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    • (Now it's time to do the evil scheming thing.  Do you happen to have a fluffy cat and an eyepatch?)

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    • (I don't have an eyepatch but I have two cats...)

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    • (Stroke them.  Stroke them and chuckle maniacally.)

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    • (Muhuhahahahaha!!!)

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    • (Because I have nothing else to do, I made a few pictures of the Ops Center . Yayy... )

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    • (Reference to Richter Base?

      Also, remember that this is supposed to be an abandoned mining facility.)

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    • - Name: Stephen Meier

      - Age: 18

      - Species: Human

      - Affilation: UNSCDF

      - Branch: Army

      - Homeworld:

      - Equipment: Army BDU, M392 DMR, M6C PDWS

      - Bio: Born into a rich family of German descent, everything in Stephen's life had gone as he wanted it. He didn't have to do any work, he had a lot of friends and there was more money at his disposal than he would ever need. Until he turned eighteen. His old-fashioned father sent him to enlist in the UNSC Army, and there was nothing Stephen, still barely capable of growing a beard, could do about it.

      Although he showed obvious disdain for any physical exercise during training, he did appear to have a knack for sharpshooting. Unfortunately, his lack of initiative, discipline and overall willpower refrained him from being transferred to a sniper unit, instead becoming a designated marksman.

      - Appearance: White-gold hair, blue eyes, 1.87m tall, very handsome

      - Notes (optional): While he is very charming and a skilled marksman, he is also very lazy and weak-willed.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Reference to Richter Base?

      Also, remember that this is supposed to be an abandoned mining facility.)

      (Even mining facilities need offices . ;)

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    • (That doesn't seem much of a mining facility to me. More like, say, a milk factory.)

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    • (This particular milk factory was abandoned after an accident in which the chemicals required in making artificial milk were mixed incorrectly, resulting in an explosion of calcium which took hundreds of lives.)

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    • (Why kudos that post, Coolbuddy? You do know that it was a sarcastic insult, right?)

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    • The Innies draw closer to the scene of the engagement, one of them finding the bodies of the team killed by the Rangers. He shines a flashlight over at their faces.

      Innie: Here's Jameson and his team. And here's the dog.

      Innie #2: Dead?

      Innie: Still warm.

      Innie #2: Keep searching. They've gotta be here somewhere, and we'll find them.

      This Insurrectionist is holding the lead of a dog, which is growling and pulling at the lead.

      Innie #2: Damn dog can't find a scent... (mutters) Where are they hiding?

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    • Meier: What do we do?

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    • Berlinsky: Shit... where's McCoy?

      McCoy, who was still checking his radio, comes running towards the Rangers' position. However, just as he is about to leap into the riverbank, he trips and falls face-first into the mud.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Why kudos that post, Coolbuddy? You do know that it was a sarcastic insult, right?)

      (Did I? Must've been an accident.)

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    • Oliver (muttering): Damn it McCoy...

      The Innie's flashlights turn towards McCoy, who scrambles into the trench. Berlinksy opens fire with the M247, laying into them. One of the Innies takes cover, firing his rifle over the rock in the Rangers' general direction.

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    • Another Innie starts shooting Bravo Third Squad, but is quickly taken out by sniper fire.

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    • (Wrong thread :P)

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    • (CB, you could delete it you know)

      The other Innie tosses a grenade, before diving behind rock.  It lands just outside the tench, rolls towards it, teeters at the edge, then falls in.

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    • (It was a joke.)

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    • Simpson turns to Richter.

      Simpson:
      We're just sending forces to their deaths here. Whoever these people are, we're not gonna defeat them like this...
      Richter:
      Agreed. (COM) All units, pull back and form a defensive perimeter around the base.
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    • (Already?  We don't even know how many there are yet.  Or if there are any at all.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      Dab1001 wrote:
      Aaron is lying in bed, on the verge of finally sleeping after many sleepless nights getting acquainted with and reorganising FaSUM's military. Just as his eyelids begin to droop, a red light and sirens sound in his bunk, signalling an enemy incursion.

      Due to tiredness, it takes him a few moments to realise what this means, but once he does, he bolts out of the door in almost the same amount of time it had taken for him to recognise the siren in the first place.

      He bursts into Simpson's office, and is quickly filled in on the details.

      Simpson:
      It started a couple of minutes ago with an search team looking for Kevin's half of the gold, but now we've got confirmed reports of an armed UNSC team infiltrating the compound - and they're heading in a B-line straight for us. We've got everyone at high alert!

      (Canonically, this happens now-ish.)

      (Yeah, we do.)

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    • Utkin dives for the grenade and catches it before it touched the riverbank. She swiftly flings the grenade away and dashes to the ground, trying to avoid the still-present gunfire, but the grenade had less time left than she thought: it exploded mid-air, catching her within the blast.

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    • (Is that our first death?)

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    • Meier: Holy shit! Jesus christ!

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    • THIRD SQUAD ROSTER:

      • Staff Sergeant Jackson Mitchell (Third Squad leader)
      • Specialist Daniel Berlinsky (gunner)
      • Private Richard Chevreuse (CQC)
      • Private First Class Leif Chyenka
      • Private John Lewis (sniper)
      • Private First Class Shaye Martin (marksman)
      • Private Stephen Meier (marksman)
      • Private Ian McCoy (radioman)
      • Private First Class Jacob Oliver
      • Private Joachim Amundsen
      • Private Klara Utkin
      • Private Allen Capone
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    • (Why is Meier listed twice?)

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    • Berlinsky: Bloody hell...

      Enraged, Berlinsky stands up from the cover of the riverbank and takes hold the M247, firing at the remaining Innies.

      Chevreuse and Amundsen rush back to the riverbank, leaping in.

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    • All options exhausted the last Innie comes out from cover with his hands up, only to be hit in the shoulder immediately by a surprised Oliver.  He falls back down behind the same cover. Oliver lowers his weapon, his eyes fixed on the position. "Holy shit", he whispers with a slightly wavering voice.

      Amundsen climbs out of the river back and hits the statue on the back of the head, "Damn it, man! Watch where you're looking!", he hits him a few more times, each increasing in violence, "You better watch where you're looking!" Martin rushes to Oliver's aid. "Hey!", he says putting himself between the two parties and taking a few delayed hits from Amundsen. "Hey, hey, hey! Wooah, woah!", he grabs at Amundsen, trying to calm him down, only to become involved in some sort of mutual fit of blind rage.

      They grapple for a while, exchanging volleys and shoving each other into trees.  Amundsen pushes Martin to the ground, fed up with the stalemate.  Martin scampers backwards, getting himself pinned against a tree.  Fist raised, Amundsen's about to finish him off, when a groan comes from behind the Innie's cover.  The stare at eachother in shame and hidden sorrow for wasted time.  After denying the Private's help in getting up, Martin shrugs off a bloody nose and goes over to investigate the Innie.

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    • McCoy gets back up, covered in mud, and stares at the Innie corpses.

      McCoy: Did we get 'em all?

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    • Capone (COM): Seems so. I'm not finding any targets, so that must be it.

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    • (Where's Capone?)

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    • (Sniping.)

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    • Oliver, quite relieved he didn't kill the prisoner-to-be, watches in awe as a UNSC Destroyer glides over from behind the clouds.  It was small from down here, almost like a bird.  High orbit, he thought, probably doing some reconnaissance.  If any notorious criminals wanted to leave the planet, now was the time.  But with these new border policies, it was a miracle if anyone could leave their county for a weekend holiday.  Times were tough, and the world had gone bad.  Oliver had seen insanity, and this was its pinnacle.  It couldn't get any stranger.

      Meanwhile, Amundsen was chatting with their new prisoner, who had just identified himself as Danyal Berthelson.  Apparently his friends called him Junior.  "I still don't get it", Amundsen said as frustration strained his mind, "You would throw all this away, your whole life, for kinship".  Junior smiled, then winced at a sharp pain, "Nah, you see.  You're overlooking what we're coming from", his hand snapped back to his shoulder,  "When you're like us here, us Harvesters, you've got nothing.  The way we like to look it at, something's better than nothing.  If we win this war, we'll all get something.  Everyone.  No more starving, or freezing, and dying of thirst", his eyes seemed to glimmer with hope, "Everyone is promised a basic life.  That's all we need."

      Amundsen nodded, calming down enough to talk, "Never looked at it that way.  I'm from Reach, see?  I've always had a decent life", he pulled some grass from the ground and cast it aside, "Genets and madras, y'know?", he laughed, "I wouldn't dream of throwing that away for some sort of "fraternity", he looked to Junior, who was juggling paying attention and tending his wound, "I guess you think I'm pretty selfish."  Junior brushed the idea aside with his free hand, "Not at all.  I guess you think I'm pretty naive."  Amundsen made a face of friendly dismissal, "No.  No, not really."

      There was a moment of silence as the two soldiers, intended to be bitter enemies, enjoyed peace with the warring tribe.  "Funny, ain't it?", Amundsen adds, "We both want the same thing."  "Yeah we do", Junior agrees.  He thinks for a while, which ends up paining him more than the open wound in his shoulder, "Man, I just want to go home."  Amundsen succumbs to a bit of pain too.  "I feel ya", he swallows, "I feel ya."

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    • Berlinsky: Hey, Amundsen, how d'you know your friend's not the same one that killed Utkin?

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    • Lewis approaches Junior and grabs him by his shirt.

      Lewis: Berlinsky's right. I say we waste this asshole.

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      "Hello, 4"

      (More like Halo 4 :P)

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    • (Kill him, peeps!  It'll make for good story! :P

      *chanting* Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!)

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    • Aaron picks up three MA37s under his arm, and walks over where Richter and Simpson are standing. Holding them by the stock, he hands one to Richter, and goes to give one to Simpson.

      Aaron:
      They're not showing any signs of slowing down. We may end up needing these.

      Richter calmly nods, as if it was an everyday occurrence. Meanwhile, Simpson pushes his away.

      Simpson:
      I will not take up arms until our enemy leaves us no choice. That is the FaSUM way...
      Aaron:
      But-
      Richter:
      Don't bother. He won't change his mind.
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    • Mitchell: Can't let him raise the alarm. Sorry, asshole.

      Junior: Wha-

      Mitchell shoots him in the head.

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    • Lewis: What are we waiting for? Let's go!

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    • (Thanks for that.. Dab. I'll use it from now onwards.)

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    • Berlinsky drags the body and props it against a tree. The wound in its chest and the direction it was facing would, he hoped, throw the Innies off the scent. He then crawled, through the undergrowth, back to the riverbed, into which Third Squad had hied in order to prevent detection.

      Innie: What the - Junior!

      Berlinsky dared to glance above the edge of the riverbed: from the fact that the searchlights were moving away, he guessed it had worked.

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    • Mitchell loaded a fresh mag into his magnum.

      Mitchell: Come on. We gotta hit the target. Tie 'em up, leave food. Check then for comms.

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    • The troopers start moving quietly along the riverbank. Moments later, they come across a small checkpoint guarded by four Innies, two on foot and two on a Mongoose. Suddenly, one of the Innies looks right at the troopers' position, and starts walking towards the riverbank, while the others continue their conversation.

      McCoy (whispering): Shit!

      Chevreuse pulls out his knife.

      Chevreuse (whispering): I got this.

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    • Chevreuse peeks out from below the riverbank's overhang and slowly brings his arm back. In a flash, his arm flies upward and releases the knife, which lodges in the throat of the Innie, who makes a startled, choked cry and starts to fall forward. Lewis rushes to support the corpse, to stop it from falling into the riverbank and attracting the attention of the others at the checkpoint.

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    • Aaron:
      That's it, I can't take this anymore. Second squad, with me!

      He motions for them to follow, as he walks toward the door, MA37 raised.

      Simpson:
      Aaron, don't... you... dare...
      Aaron:
      With all due respect, Frederic, I know we're meant to be pacifists, but we're just sitting back while other people die to protect us!
      Simpson:
      And if you go out there, you'll die!
      Aaron:
      My life isn't worth any more than theirs. Besides, if I can escape from a Marine-infested city while lugging a massive bag of gold, I can deal with a few Army soldiers...

      Without a further word, he leaves the room, followed by several FaSUM soldiers. Once he's out of earshot, Richter laughs.

      Richter:
      Heh, I like this new one. He's got... Tenacity. I give him three weeks.
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    • The Mongoose drives away, leaving only one Innie at the checkpoint. The troopers seize the opportunity and quietly climb out of the riverbank. However, Oliver steps on a twig, alerting the Innie.

      Innie: Feliks? Is that you?

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    • Meier: (whispering) Can I take him out?

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    • Berlinsky (whispering): Do it. Quietly.

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    • Meier: (whispering) Quietly? No one gave me a surpressor, how do you want me to do it quietly?

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    • Berlinsky (whispering): Then don't shoot. Go around him and use your hands.

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    • Mitchell: Okay. Kill him, and then we'll split up.

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    • Meier: Do I look like the kind of guy who uses his hands?

      Meanwhile, the Insurrectionist walks closer to investigate.

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    • Chevreuse (whispering): Whiny bitch.

      As the Innie walks closer, Chevreuse jumps from behind a bush and tackles him. However, the Innie manages to pull the trigger of his pistol before Chevreuse stabs him in the neck.

      Berlinsky: Chevreuse!

      Chevreuse slowly stands up, with a gunshot wound in his chest, and leans back against a tree.

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    • Simpson_(COM):
      Alright, Aaron, if you're going through with this, head out the north gate. The intruders are closing in on it from the northwest direction. They're about half a mile out. Be careful!
      Aaron_(COM):
      Got it, thanks.

      Aaron and second squad double-time it towards the location.

      Aaron:
      I know a good ambush point around a creek nearby. We'll set up there, and wait for them to spring the trap... Unless anyone has any better ideas?

      With not responses, Aaron motions for them to take up positions around the stream and surrounding hills.

      Aaron:
      Maintain radio silence. No chatter unless absolutely necessary.

      Aaron himself takes up position next to a boulder, in a ditch that makes it nearly impossible to spot him. He pulls a fallen tree branch over his back to be sure, then takes aim at the bend of the creek with his MA37, and begins to wait.

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    • Amundsen rushes to Chevreuse and throws his BR54A1 to the side. He pulls a canister of biofoam from his belt and sticks the nozzle of it into the hole in Chevreuse' chest armour, pulling the lever. The foam spills out of the wound and Amundsen releases his hold on the lever.

      Berlinsky approaches the body of the second Innie and rummages through his pockets. A small blue keycard falls out, which Berlinsky pockets.

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    • Berlinsky: Get your shit together, Meier! 

      Lewis: We better get moving. The Innies must've heard that gunshot, and if we don't reach the base before dawn we'll be easier targets.

      Chevreuse gets up and grabs his shotgun.

      Chevreuse: I'm... I'm okay. Let's go.

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    • A gunshot rings out from nearby Aaron, and he nervously grips his MA37 tighter.

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    • Mitchell: Okay, split up. Two teams. EOD guys, with me. We're blowing our way in.

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    • (So, we have a keycard to access the base...and we're gonna "blow our way in"?)

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    • (Best squad leader evar

      The result of putting Bristow in charge of something)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (So, we have a keycard to access the base...and we're gonna "blow our way in"?)

      (No, two teams will attack. One keycard. Surprisingly(or not), explosive entry stuns the hell out of people inside. Also, if we go back to the map, you'll see some foreshadowing...)

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    • (Can someone just spring Aaron's trap already?)

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    • (No. Aaron's trap will spring us.)

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    • The troopers continue following the stream until they reach an open area surrounded by hills.

      Berlinsky: Perfect ambush point here. Stay sharp.

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    • Just as Berlinski predicted, a group of Innies emerged from the forest to the north and enter the clearing.  But as the unit prepped for the inevitable ambush up ahead, Oliver puts them at ease.   "Just a patrol", Oliver whisper-shouted, "Get down".  There's a moment of confusion as the squad desperately searches for a place to hide.  Martin and Chyenka were trying to get behind some tall grass.    "There", Amudnsen frantically pointed to a ditch at the base of a hill, "Go, go."  Third Squad hurriedly shuffled over to the ditch, lying weapons ready out of the patrol's sight.

      "Shit!", an irritated Amudnsen mutters.  "What is it?", asks Oliver.  "Left my canteen back there", Amudnsen gets up, "Stay here".  

      "Wait, no!"

      "If they find any thing, they'll know we're here.  If they know we're here, they'll look-"

      "No, that's not-"

      "And if they find us, we're all dead!" 

      Amundsen peered over the hill and sprinted to the previous position, Oliver close at heels.  As soon as he was behind any sort of incline that could over any concealment, Oliver ended Amunden's trek, pinning him behind cover. The action made much more noise than expected.  

      "Hey!", one of the distant Innies calls, "Did you hear that?"  "No,  but I saw it.", comes a reply.   "We're in a meadow", a third rebel says, "It's probably a deer."  

      "That's no deer.  Surround the area, pronto."

      It was clear to see now that the Insurrection forces far outnumbered their UNSC counterparts.

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    • (Um... what happened to Second Squad and Aaron?)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Um... what happened to Second Squad and Aaron?)

      (Well, I had assumed that was them but it seems to not be... Let's just let this one play out, and then Aaron and his trap will come in afterwards.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Um... what happened to Second Squad and Aaron?)

      (They're under Dab's control.  He can do whatever he wants with them.)

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    • (But this was supposed to be the place where Aaron's team ambushed us. You could've just let Dab post instead of changing the whole scenario.)

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    • (It wasnt' supposed to be anything.  If Dab wants to make an ambush, he can.  Nothing is set in stone, CT.)

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    • (The fact that I posted that comment right after Dab said "Can someone just spring Aaron's trap already?", and the fact that the comment mentioned a clearing surrounded by hills made it clear that it was supposed to be Aaron's trap.

      And no, Dab can't make the ambush now, because the Innies wouldn't send a patrol to the place where Second Squad was preparing an ambush.

      Anyway, this is a pointless discussion, let's just get through this part so we can finally spring Aaron's trap.)

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    • (Why would we want to spring Aaron's trap?  We should spring it on accident, not seak it out.)

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    • (Of course, in the actual RP we will spring it on accident.

      Also, Dab, according to Sean this (somehow) is still Aaron's ambush point, so please post.)

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    • (Umm... What? There are no patrols (or other Innies, for that matter) nearby Aaron, or it'd defeat the purpose of an ambush...)

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    • (That's exactly what I told him on chat.)

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    • (Wanna do the ambush later?  Then we'll do the ambush later)

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    • McCoy (whispering): Shit! What do we do now?

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    • Mitchell: Mines, now!

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    • The rebels split up and start searching the meadow.

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    • Mitchell removes an M88 mine, based off the M18 Claymore of old, and sets it down where a rebel might trip it.

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    • A few minutes later, an Innie steps on the mine, and it detonates, killing him and catching two more rebels within its blast. Third Squad emerges from cover and opens fire on the remaining Innies.

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    • Meier stays behind a bit, silently cursing German words under his breath. He takes his time to line up a shot. The Insurrectionist unlucky enough to be the target takes a bullet into the left eye, instantly killing him.

      Meanwhile, however, an Insurrectionist sniper is taking aim. For a moment, everything seems to be silent. Then, a loud crack, and Mitchell falls to the ground.

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    • Amundsen peeks from behind a rock and pulls the trigger of his BR54A1. Two rounds hit an Innie in the chest and another whizzes past him. He pulls the trigger again and is rewarded with a mechanical click. This gives the Innie enough time to dive behind the hill, out of sight of Amundsen.

      Amundsen: Piece of shit clucker! Who the fuck makes --

      He is cut off as a plume of smoke, accompanied by a thunderclap, erupts from the tree line, fading away above Mitchell's body.

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    • McCoy crouches behind a rock and stays there for a few moments until he gains the courage to stick his head out and fire a few shots, hitting an Innie in the chest.

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    • An Innie fires his DMR at McCoy, who is behind the same rock as Oliver. Oliver looks over the rock and fires a short burst from his assault rifle, but ducks out of the way after a round flies over his head by his side, coming from a position off to his left near the tree line.

      Oliver: Shit! we're in the middle of it! They've got men, in the woods!

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    • Berlinsky sets up his M247 on a rock and pounds the trees and bushes around the meadow with bullets. Several dying screams are heard amidst the gunshot sounds.

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    • Mitchell fires his DMR at the insurgents, hitting some.

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    • ReDquinox wrote: Meier stays behind a bit, silently cursing German words under his breath. He takes his time to line up a shot. The Insurrectionist unlucky enough to be the target takes a bullet into the left eye, instantly killing him.

      Meanwhile, however, an Insurrectionist sniper is taking aim. For a moment, everything seems to be silent. Then, a loud crack, and Mitchell falls to the ground.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote: Meier stays behind a bit, silently cursing German words under his breath. He takes his time to line up a shot. The Insurrectionist unlucky enough to be the target takes a bullet into the left eye, instantly killing him.

      Meanwhile, however, an Insurrectionist sniper is taking aim. For a moment, everything seems to be silent. Then, a loud crack, and Mitchell falls to the ground.

      (Mitchell is a plot char. Not killable.)

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    • (For fuck's sake Locke, you don't need to quote the post when it's right fucking above your own.)

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    • (Don't look at me, Cat suggested and sanctioned the kill.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (For fuck's sake Locke, you don't need to quote the post when it's right fucking above your own.)

      (Vessel, is everything okay? You don't usually curse this much.)

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    • (Since no one seems to be interested in continuing this fight, I'm just gonna skip to Aaron's ambush.)

      A few moments later, Berlinsky realises that all of the Innies are dead, and lets go of the trigger.

      Berlinsky: We got 'em. Let's move.

      After a while of walking through the woods, Third Squad reaches another clearing.

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    • (Tthhhhaaaaaaannnnnnkkkkk you!)

      Aaron feels his grip on his MA37 tighten as he hears a pebble being displaced by a foot around the bend. The rest of the Insurrectionists were waiting on him to fire first.

      It was a balancing act: you had to wait until all of them were fully into the clearing or they could scatter back into trees, or round the bend of the creek. However, if you waited too long, then they could spot one of your men, and the element of surprise is gone.

      Steadying his shaking hands, Aaron gets one of the targets in his sights, and slowly squeezes the trigger. As the shot rings out across the forest, he realised he'd fired slightly early, and some of the UNSC troops could still use the trees across the clearing as cover, but most were in plain sight.

      By that time, of course, it didn't matter anymore: all of his men were firing upon the troops. They didn't stand a chance...

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    • Mitchell: AMBUSH!

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    • Chevreuse takes a bullet to his forehead and instantly collapses backwards. Oliver manages to grab the lifeless body before it hits the ground, but drops it immediately after seeing the bloody hole in its head.

      Oliver: He... he's dead! They got Rick!

      As he says this, he is shot in the right leg and falls down, before being dragged to cover by Martin.

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    • (When I saw that I thought you meant a certain other Rick...)

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    • (Oye. How dare you kill my character?)

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    • McCoy dives behind a tree, evading a barrage of bullets fired by Aaron.

      McCoy: They have us cutoff! What do we do?!

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    • Mitchell: Who has the launcher!?

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    • Some of the UNSC troops return fire on Aaron. The bullets skim past his head. They'd obviously spotted his position, so he fired a short burst before backing out of his cover and moving to a new location.

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    • Amundsen fires two bursts from his BR54A1, suppressing the Innies taking cover within the stream, before using the lull to throw a grenade into it, roughly in their direction.

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    • (Now that Desolation is over, I think we have room for another RP.)

      The grenade lands in the middle of the Innie group, and they all scatter. Once the grenade detonates, only one rebel is far enough away to survive the explosion, albeit with an injured leg.

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    • (The Innies aren't all in one group, they're spread out in an ambush. Also, you just killed, or at the very least injured, Aaron.)

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    • (In that case, Dab, mission accomplished. :P )

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    • (You misunderstood, Dab. The "Innie group" was just the group hiding within the stream, not the entire team.)

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    • (Ah, I see.)

      Aaron: Fuck! Get out of there, Private!

      The injured insurrectionist acknowledges Aaron, by waving a disorientated arm in his direction while scrambling away as fast as he could. Aaron provided cover fire as best he could, but soon enough, the inevitable happened, and the poor footsoldier gets caught in the crossfire, tumbling lifeless do the ground.

      Aaron: Dammit! Everyone hold the line! We can't let them get past us!

      Simpson (COM): Aaron, report?

      Aaron (COM): Not going well, sir. We're down to five-

      He stops mid-sentence, to dive out of the way as a live grenade is hurled his way.

      Richter (COM): Aaron, get out of there now. We can't risk your death, or worse, your capture.

      Aaron (COM): With all due respect, sir, I'm staying right here.

      Richter (COM): Dammit, stubborn little shi-

      Richter stops broadcasting, leaving Aaron to get back into the fight.

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    • McCoy ducks down behind a rock as the remaining Innies return fire, and holds on to his helmet. Meanwhile, Berlinsky sets up his M247 on a fallen log, and starts firing in the general direction of Aaron.

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    • Aaron takes an M247 round to the forearm before he has time to duck behind a rock.

      Aaron: Kevin, I'm pinned down! Take out that turret!

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    • Kevin: On it, Aaron!

      Kevin emerges from cover and raises his DMR. He fires two shots at Berlinsky; one misses and the other hits the Army trooper in the chestplate, knocking him backwards. However, he manages to hold on to the M247's trigger, and Kevin's position is pounded with bullets, two of which hit Kevin in the chest. The Insurrectionist falls against a tree, bleeding.

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    • (Dead or just bleeding?)

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    • (Just bleeding. If he had died I would've mentioned it.)

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    • A round from Lewis' sniper rifle thuds into the rock hiding Aaron, leaving a small plume of dust. However, as Lewis moves to take another shot, the sun's reflection flashes off his scope.

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    • (Sun? I thought this was taking place at night. Unless it's already dawn.)

      Kevin shakily attempts to aim his DMR at the exposed Lewis.

      Kevin: Aaron... I saw the sniper... Between those two trees...

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    • (Oh, I forgot about that (although I can't find any mention of it being night). Well, a Harvest day is only 17.5 hours long - perhaps the sun's already risen.)

      Lewis takes cover behind the second tree, and peaks out from it to take another shot. However, a gust of wind blows the thick, long grass in front of his vision, and he is put off for a second.

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    • McCoy emerges from cover and takes aim with his DMR. As he scans the treeline on the other side of the clearing, he sees an Insurrectionist lying against a tree. The rebel appears to be bleeding from his chest, and doesn't even have the strength to hold his weapon properly. McCoy hesitates for a moment, unsure whether or not to pull the trigger.

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    • Meier appears next to him and takes the shot instead. As the bullet impacts, the body shocks before going limp.

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    • (What's with you and killing off characters in sudden and anticlimactic ways? Kevin wasn't exactly a random NPC: he was actually my main character in the first Contact.)

      A sniper rifle shot is heard, and another Innie drops dead.

      Lewis: Think there's only one more bastard out there. He's hiding behind that large rock. I'll make sure he stays there, you guys go around and get him.

      He takes aim at the rock and fires again.

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    • Aaron: Dammit! Kevin!

      He turns his head, and watches as his final ally falls.

      Aaron: You bastards!

      Disregarding his own safety in a surge of anger, Aaron picks a grenade off his his belt with his injured left hand, priming it with his thumb, while standing up from behind his cover. He randomly fires his MA37 into the forest with his right hand, while throwing the grenade into the midst of the Army Rangers.

      He is quickly forced down by a barrage of near misses from the M274. Then, to his dismay, he overhears an Army Ranger shouting the following before his grenade went off.

      Army Ranger: Secondary target identified!

      He curses under his breath, then uses the explosion of his grenade as cover to sprint off towards the FaSUM compound.

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    • (I like how you edited your post twice, each time changing the tone of your message. As for anticlimactic deaths, I see no reason why deaths should be dramatic and emotional. It's not as if they are in reality, either.)

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    • (Yeah, at first I was going to retcon it, but then I realised it wasn't that big of a deal. As for the other things, no, they don't need to be dramatic and emotional, but when you're killing off someone else's character, you really shouldn't treat it like it was just some random NPC dying (that's Locke's job). As I recall, you were pretty upset when Stars suddenly killed off Drago in the Battle.)

      Martin coughs as the smoke and dust from the explosion begin disappearing.

      Martin: Is everyone alright?

      Oliver raises his right arm, revealing a piece of shrapnel embedded in it.

      Martin: Damn... 

      McCoy: Radio's fine, but I think we lost the Innie.

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    • (I was kinda hoping for a chase scene, but alright, whatever :P )

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    • Berlinsky picks up his M247.

      Berlinsky: So what are we waiting for?

      Berlinsky starts running after Aaron, followed by the other Rangers.

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    • Sprinting for his life, Aaron dares a glance back, and sees the entire group chasing him. He unholsters an M5H pistol with his right hand, and fires randomly backwards, until he's exhausted the clip.

      Wincing as the bullet hole in his left forearm catches on his military fatigues, he fumbles for another clip on his belt. Being unable to find any, he quickly looks down at his belt, searching for a clip. His eyes land on the right one, and his subconscious takes over the reloading process, which had been so drilled into his head by that point.

      As he looks up, he is unable to react before he hurtles down into a ditch. He looks back to find his pursuers gaining on him, and can think of nothing else to do but prime a flashbang...

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    • The Rangers are now roughly ten metres away from Aaron.

      Lewis: There he is!

      Lewis draws his M6G, aims for Aaron's legs and prepares to pull the trigger.

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    • As soon as he regains his balance, Aaron scrambles up the other side of the ditch, narrowly dodging an M6G shot from Lewis. Once on straight ground, he throws the flashbang in front of him. It lodges in position among a pile of leaves, and Aaron just hopes he can make it past the primed grenade before it goes off.

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    • Berlinsky leaps over the ditch, followed closely by the rest of the squad, and is about to fire at Aaron as the flashbang goes off. Blinded, he stumbles over a root and the shot goes into the air.

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    • Aaron knew he was just buying time until he'd be captured or killed, unless he could find reconvene with another FaSUM team.

      Luckily, he knew the area well, and so changed direction in order to reach the nearest road, where he simply hoped he would find one of the regular patrol warthogs.

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    • Berlinsky gets to his feet, and points his weapon to where he last saw Aaron. However, the Innie is nowhere to be seen.

      Berlinsky: Fuck! Where did he go?!

      Lewis scans the area with his tactical eyepiece, until eventually it flashes red and finds Aaron, who has taken a different route.

      Lewis: Over there! He must be trying to link up with another squad!

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    • Aaron overhears Lewis shouting 'Over there', and does his best to quicken his pace. He's reached the road by this point, and there's no 'hog to be seen.

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    • Martin gets up and begins sprinting after Aaron. He vaults over a fence and begins running towards a gate in the hedge. Flinging it open as he runs, he emerges onto the road and sees. As he looks down it, a Warthog appears on the road behind him. Martin takes two shots with his DMR, before the Innies on the back of the 'hog start firing at him and he retreats behind the hedge.

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    • The Rangers take cover as the Warthog flashes by, the Innies on its back firing their weapons. The 'hog stops further down the road, and the driver motions for Aaron to get in.

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    • Having been treating Oliver's wound with a can of biofoam, Amundsen now arrives by the group with Oliver. Martin peaks from behind the hedge and takes two shots at the Warthog, narrowly missing one of the rebels before hitting another in the head. He only has time to fire two shots before the gunfire returned from the Warthog forces him back.

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    • Aaron gets into the passenger seat of the Warthog, and screams the following over the gunfire:

      Aaron: Get us to HQ! ASAP!

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    • Before the driver can get the Warthog moving, Lewis steps onto the road and fires his sniper rifle. The bullet goes through the chest of one of the Innies on the back and then through the back of the driver's skull. The rebel's corpse falls on the steering wheel, blood splattering all over the windshield. Lewis is immediately hit in the arm by one of the remaining Innies, and so dives behind cover again.

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    • Aaron, seeing that it is just him and the gunner left, quickly pulls the dead body of the driver into his own seat, while taking the seat the corpse left vacant. He promptly slams his foot down on the pedal, hoping that the battered Warthog can make it to HQ in one piece, under all this fire.

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    • Berlinsky emerges onto the road, holding his M247, and opens fire. The Warthog is pounded by bullets, and the last Innie on the back is killed. Berlinsky keeps firing, but soon the 'hog disappears from view. Berlinsky curses and throws his machine gun aside.

      Berlinsky: They know we're coming! How're we supposed to take their base now?!

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    • Martin: It was that slippery son of a bitch...

      He turns to McCoy.

      Martin: Hey, radar, see if you can contact the Ticonderoga; might prove you're good for something...

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    • McCoy: Right, uh... On it. (COM) Ticonderoga, this is Private McCoy from Third Squad. The Insurrectionists are alerted to our presence, and we've taken some casualties. In our current condition, it will be almost impossible to complete the mission. Requesting reinforcements ASAP, over.

      There is a moment of silence, before the Ticonderoga's captain finally responds.

      Ticonderoga (COM): Roger, Third Squad. We have two more squads awating deployment. We're sending them your way, ETA fifteen minutes. Good luck.

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    • As he drives, Aaron notices the Warthog slowly listing to the left, and also finds he is unable to reach maximum speed. Once he is sure he is out of range of the UNSC Army Rangers, he quickly stops the 'hog to find a flat tire. Thankfully, the 'hog is still able to get him back to base, although his tracks would be easy to follow.

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    • An Albatross flies over the area, and lands a few metres behind the Army Rangers. The ramp lowers, and two squads of soldiers clad in full UNSC Marine armour walk out.

      Berlinsky: Jarheads? This is supposed to be an Army operation. The fuck are you guys doing here?

      A Marine walks past Berlinsky, holding an MA5B.

      Marine: Cleaning up the mess you landlubbers made, obviously.

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    • Aaron watches the Albatross land from within the walls of the FaSUM compound. He quickly radios Richter to warn him, then heads to the perimeter to help direct the soldiers.

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    • Amundsen: (muttering) Arrogant, self-important...

      Marine: Save it, ranger. What happened to the Innies here?

      Amundsen blushes suddenly.

      Amundsen: We got most of them, but the target... uhh...

      The Marine gives a short, bark of a laugh, and is joined by one or two others.

      Marine: Well, you may as well stick around. You'll get to see how it's really done - how we do it in the Corps!

      This gets an 'oorah' from the clustered Marines, who then disperse into their units and get ready to move on.

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    • Berlinsky holds up his keycard.

      Berlinsky: Just so you know, I have this thing here which will allow us to enter the complex, so if you guys could provide a distraction while we get in, that'd be great.

      (Berlinsky's still an NPC here, by the way.)

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