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    MISSION LOG:

    Date: 20th June, 2553

    Location: Sydney Station ODA-001, Earth's Orbit

    Force: Operation: EUREKA Task Forces.

    Primary Objective: Await disciplinary action.

    Sit-Rep: Task Forces Bravo, Charlie, Golf, India and Quebec are on board Sydney Station, awaiting the consequences of the disastrous end to their previous mission on Algolis.

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    MISSION LOG... END

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    • Admiral_Chetner:
      What the hell did you think you were doing? Huh? Opening fire on civilians? I thought you were better than this. Especially you, Brian.

      He points at Hartley.

      Chetner:
      Care to explain yourselves? Any of you?
      Cantor:
      They were armed and hostile, sir-
      Chetner:
      Do I care!? You executed a rebel leader brutally, in front of an audience! Now the small problem we had on Algolis has grown into a planet-sized mess! Hell, we've had to block all communications to and from the planet just to stop it from spreading!

      A naval officer walks in, and whispers something into Chetner's ear.

      Chetner:
      DAMMIT!

      He turns to the assembly of Task Forces.

      Chetner:
      You're dismissed. I'll be having words with you, Bristow, and...

      He looks around for DAB, but he's nowhere to be seen.

      Chetner:
      ... the SPARTAN personally. Don't expect it to be a pleasant little chat!

      With that, Chetner turns and begins to walk out the room alongside the naval officer.

      Chetner:
      Just one? Are you sure?
      Naval_Officer:
      Yes, but it's big. We've got...
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    • Locke looked out of the dropship. What happened to Nathan was in the past, and it would stay.

      He sighed, and exited, starting to walk towards Bravo's quarters.

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    • (Yay, Locke's back in Bravo!)

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    • (So, here's what me and CT were thinking of for the battle:

      The entire navy of the Legion of Malurok (whatever that might amount to) exits slipspace just outside of weapon range of Earth's Orbital Defense Grid and engages the Home Fleet. However, the Legion fleet is only stalling, as an SDV exits slipspace above a small colony on Luna. It deploys troops, a shield generator (like that around the Spire on Reach) and the final Casket, and then holds position above the colony. The UNSC sends the Sword, and Tyrannosaur. The Tyrannosaur attacks the SDV, so it can't provide orbital support, meanwhile the Sword deploys EUREKA Task Forces to the ground. The Legion of Malurok then use a captured human to activate the Casket, and Bravo has to deactivate or destroy the Casket before it finishes charging.

      Thoughts? Suggestions? Problems? Ideas?)

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    • "Welcome home Commander!" Froal cheered as Phillipae walked out of the phantom. "Shall I show you around the Mother Base?"

      "Why not Froal. I am interested to see what you have managed to do here."

      The pair began walking down the metal lined corridors. 

      "As you know, the Arbiter gave us access to a massive underground catacomb matrix. It has proven the perfect place to set up our head quarters. Above ground there is no trace of our operation. I also set up our office in 'Vadam Keep at the Arbiter's request. The office will serve as liason between the Black Seraph Division and the Swords of Sangheilios."

      They came into a large open hangar bay filled to the brim with vehicles of all sorts. 

      "A little black mail and some clever bartering has netted us a small fleet. It makes it especially funny when I hear about various factions having trouble finding adequate ghosts or phantoms."

      "There is more than one hangar correct?"

      "Of course Commander. While we are now fully operational there are still plenty of undeveloped sections of the catacombs. The huragok and drones are working on it as we speak."

      "And what of our farpoint bases?"

      "All in due time Commander. I'm saving that for the last stint of the tour."

      The pair walked and walked Froal explaining various facilities and Phillipae listening intently. 

      "We are working on getting our space station up and running. We're also building a new satellite fleet. From there, we'll be able to dock the Fury and any other vessels we require and we'll have a permanent orbital defense or offensive platform."

      "What impact has this made on our accounts?"

      "Insignificant. Nirj and your predecessors did a brilliant job of making us the richest sangheili in the galaxy."

      They entered the living quarters section. A massive chamber lined with cabins and all the amenities to allow for comfortable living. 

      "We can house a small city down here. Currently, we have forty-three agents who have returned from deployment. They are remaining confined until we are finished processing them."

      "Excellent. Our strength returns."

      "Come Commander, this is still only a small fraction of what I have to show you."

      The pair boarded a rail car and began speeding through the facility.

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    • (I like the plot Dab.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (So, here's what me and CT were thinking of for the battle:

      The entire navy of the Legion of Malurok (whatever that might amount to) exits slipspace just outside of weapon range of Earth's Orbital Defense Grid and engages the Home Fleet. However, the Legion fleet is only stalling, as an SDV exits slipspace above a small colony on Luna. It deploys troops, a shield generator (like that around the Spire on Reach) and the final Casket, and then holds position above the colony. The UNSC sends the Sword, and Tyrannosaur. The Tyrannosaur attacks the SDV, so it can't provide orbital support, meanwhile the Sword deploys EUREKA Task Forces to the ground. The Legion of Malurok then use a captured human to activate the Casket, and Bravo has to deactivate or destroy the Casket before it finishes charging.

      Thoughts? Suggestions? Problems? Ideas?)

      (Hmm. I'm going to try and make a video about this using halo gameplay from Reach.)

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    • (Tyranosaur?)

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    • (Indeed it sounds interesting.)

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    • (It's a Paris-class frigate, STARS. If everyone likes the plot, we can continue :) )

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    • (So far I only see 2 people. I don't count my self.)

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    • (Hey Commando, do you play CS:GO?)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Hey Commando, do you play CS:GO?)

      (I do.)

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    • (I just think it's kind of funny. CTs counter terrorists. CT Commando Trooper.)

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    • (You sure you don't want to you and I have our own "when its just us rp"?)

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    • (It's not as fun with only two Stars.)

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    • On the command center of Sydney Station...

      Chetner walks into the room.

      Admiral_Chetner:
      Sit-rep?
      Bridge_Officer:
      One ship, sir. CCS-class. Exited slipspace just outside of weapons' range, and has flying with a single straight trajectory ever since. We've got a couple of Marathons in pursuit.
      Chetner:
      Is it possible that it's just a misled civilian ship? It'd be suicidal for a single ship to try to take on the Defense Grid...
      Officer:
      It's an armed warship, and has its shields up. It's preparing for a fight.

      Admiral Kellogg enters the bridge behind Chetner, and approaches the holotable.

      Kellogg:
      A scout, then...
      Chetner:
      Is there no way we can shoot it down from here?
      Weapons_Officer:
      Unless it comes a few hundred kilometers closer, there's no way we can get a guaranteed hit. Even then, there's no saying if we'd hit a weak spot
      Kellogg:
      Warning shot?
      Weapons_Officer:
      Too risky, sir - we might hit the Serenity or Black Pearl-
      Navigations_Officer:
      Whoa, whoa, WHOA!

      Just over a dozen new points emerge on the holotable, behind the signals of the UNSC Serenity and Black Pearl.

      Navigations_Officer:
      Sir, additional contacts! It's a whole damn fleet! CSSes, DDSes, RPVes, CASes... Crap, commander, they have a supercarrier!
      Kellogg:
      Hood picked a helluva week to go visit the split jaws... (COM) Admiral Harper, you read me?
      Harper:
      Yes, sir I see 'em. Shall I engage?
      Kellogg:
      Affirmative, take all the ships the Home Fleet can spare.
      Harper:
      Much obliged.

      Red alert sirens activate all over the station. Kellogg turns to the weapons officer.

      Kellogg:
      Lieutenant, do you think you can hit the supercarrier from here?
      Weapons_Officer:
      Yessir, but the Serenity and Pea-
      Kellogg:
      They're already dead. Coordinate your fire with the Melbourne and Brisbane. I want that thing dead before the Admiral launches his attack...

      Admiral Kellogg continues barking orders in a panicked manner, as he walks around the command center. Meanwhile, Chetner continues to stare at the holotable. He watches as the two blue dots in among all the red both fade out, consecutively. However, he also notices something else. Turning to the navigations officer.

      Chetner:
      What's this?

      He points to a small red dot that was moving away from the fray.

      Officer:
      A small corvette, sir. SDV-class. No shields - it's not much of a threat.
      Chetner:
      What's it doing?
      Officer:
      Probably bugging out. It's not much use in a heavyweight fight like this...
      Chetner:
      No, look at its trajectory - it's stopping above Luna. It must be deploying troops!

      He grabs a mouthpiece from the side of the holotable.

      Chetner_(intercom):
      Task Forces Alpha through Quebec, report to the Sword of Giants pronto! Captains Gerritt and Croft, get to your vessels and prepare for immediate undocking and departure.
      Navigations_Officer:
      Sir, with respect, don't we have bigger problems?
      Chetner:
      No, the Home Fleet can deal this. The fleet that glassed Reach was 50 times this size. Hell, even the scout fleet that started the Battle of Mombasa was bigger. If one ship is breaking rank, there must be something to it...

      Chetner walks out of the command center, heading for the Tyrannosaur.

      (Yes, I did name those two Marathon-class cruisers in reference to Firefly and Pirates of the Caribbean, deal with it :P )

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    • (Also, I know Kellogg wouldn't have precedent over a Fleet Admiral, but I'm assuming that the person in command of the ODG would be able to order the Home Fleet around, in order to coordinate the defense.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote: (Yes, I did name those two Marathon-class cruisers in reference to Firefly and Pirates of the Caribbean, deal with it :P )

      (Uh, I don't think anyone's arguing)

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    • "And this is the Command Center," Froal proclaimed with pride. "From here you can direct the whole of BlaSDiv operations."

      "Impressive," Phillipae mused as he circled the holographic representation of Sangheilios. 

      "That's not all," Froal said with excitement as he hobbled over to a console. He tapped a few controls and a vast star map replaced the image of Sangheilios. "Here you may see our currently active and inactive Farpoints. More come online with each passing day though most are in dire need of resources."

      "Very good Froal. Very good. You have done well. Thank you."

      "My pleasure Commander."

      "Lord Hood is a human dignitary who will be arriving on Sangheilios within a few day cycles. The Arbiter is going to accept him into 'Vadam Keep for a personal meeting. I want that meeting to go as smoothly as possible. There can be no interuption by our unenlightened brothers or any other entity."

      "Understood Commander. It will be done. Two things of note Commander. The latest intelligence reveals that the UNSC Infinity warship is now fully operational. And a new intel scan indicates that Hood will be bringing a tagalong with him. A human xenoanthropologist by the name of Evan Philliss."

      "Evan Phillips. I read one small file on him once. He was unique in that he didn't want to personally eviscerate every sangheili in the galaxy."

      "He is reportedly an employee of the Office of Naval Intelligence."

      "Brilliant. Make sure he in particular is watched. Hood too but Phillips takes priority."

      Froal looked confused. "Philliss- Philliss- PHILLIPS! Blarg... Phillips is just an underling. Hood is a Fleet Master."

      "Hood has proven to a warrior of honor and a man of his word. Phillips works for ONI and as such can never be trusted by me or by any sangheili."

      "Very well Commander. Your orders shall be followed to the last breath."

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    • In the briefing room of the Sword of Giants, on an intercept course with the SDV...


      Croft:
      The situation is worse than we thought. The Home Fleet is completely engaged with the Legion of Malurok fleet, but that's not the main problem - they don't have nearly enough ships to rival the Home Fleet, and their supercarrier has already been crippled by the ODG. We've captured this CCTV footage from the Lunar colony of Olympia, where the Legion landed.

      The screen shows an video of a Type-27 Wight, moving through a road on the colony, with a massive Forerunner object laying down on it. As more of the object comes into view, it becomes clear that it is a Casket. Then, behind it, a couple of Elites drag a person.

      Jensen:
      Let go of me, you backstabbing squidheads!
      Unknown_Elite:
      Quiet, nishum!

      The CCTV camera begins to move, to face the other way. The whir gets the attention of an Elite from the convoy, who then fires on the CCTV camera, disabling it.

      Croft:
      The Legion of Malurok have a Casket, and the means to activate it. By the time we get to Olympia, it'll likely be charging. Your job should be obvious - destroy or deactivate it, and don't let it destroy the entire Sol system. We've got a battalion from the Army on the way, but they're all the way at Crisium City, and don't have any EVA gear to take the direct route. So - it's all up to you. Get suited up, our ETA is 10 minutes. The Casket will take approximately four hours to charge. As a contingency plan, we'll be supplying you with a SHIVA nuke, but we can't give you any orbital support because they've set up a huge energy shield around the site. Trent and a fleet of Pelicans will meet you in the hangar. Good luck...
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    • Bristow: So, we're going to kill some more Splitjaws, huh? Sounds simple enough.

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    • DAB:
      Yep. Well need to go EVA though, so make sure you don't get your suit punctured...
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    • Hartley: Let's go, Bravo.

      20 minutes later...

      The Pelicans carrying the Task Forces approach the colony on Luna.

      Pickering (COM): Two minutes, people.

      Hartley: Alright, check your EVA suits. Remember, get hit once and you're dead. DAB, you got that nuke ready?

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    • (Type-27 Wight, eh?  Look at Dab getting creative)

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    • (Yep lol)

      DAB:
      It's right here.

      He pats the Shiva.

      Michaels:
      Soon as we land, get it packed on up on the flatbed 'hog.

      The Pelican comes in for a landing, alongside several others. Pickering's voice comes on the COMS.

      Pickering (COMS):
      Once you land, you'll need to go through the shield into an access point for the motorway. From there, it's a straight ride into the refinery, where they're keeping the Casket.

      Silently, the Pelican door opens letting what little air there was in the Pelican get sucked out into the void of space.

      Pickering(COMS):
      Good luck, or we'll all be doo-

      A Ranger fires a a storm of plasma directly into the troop bay.

      DAB:
      COVIES! Michaels, get behind me!

      DAB moves forward, out of the troop bay, shooting his M6G at the Sangheili Ranger. Michaels follows directly behind him, peering out from behind the SPARTAN to fire at the Elite's squad.

      (From now on, let's just assume we're talking via COMs, because in space, nobody can hear you scream :P )

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    • Kai: "Hey guys, I don't like having to say it but I think I have gained some weight recently, even a human can easily keep up with my runs and jumps. It doesn't make sense, I was doing just fine before we came hear."

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    • Bristow: Single shots can kill? Hm. Guess I won't be needing my shotgun, then.

      Bristow unslings his M7S instead, since the hail of bullets have an extremely high lethality rate in the silent, cold void of space.

      A couple of Sangheili fall to the hailstorm of bullets. One dares to come close, and engages close-quarter combat with two wrist-mounted Energy Daggers. He lunges to Bristow's chest, but Bristow nimbly darts to the side and cuts the Ranger's arm. The noble alien silently roars as it slowly dies.

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    • Locke: Bristow, on me! We'll flank them.

      Locke unslings his M7K-PDW and fires.

      (The M7K-PDW has a folding stock instead of a collapsible one and is a lot smaller than the standard M7S. It holds a 60-round magazine default, though Locke's holds 120, and fires fast, at 40 rounds per second[2520 rounds/min] on Hellfire mode and 20 per second cyclic. It has a five-position selector: Safe, Semi, Triple Burst, Auto, "Hellfire". Hellfire is a panic mode designed for heavy fire in a hurry. It's an optional mode that only comes on request. Generally it's a plain 4-position selector that ships out of the factory. The barrel has provisions for a suppressor, which is installed. That concludes the gun brief.)

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:
      (Ha! You go Bristow, that's what they get for not still having their shields.)

      (Did Stars just use...PROPER GRAMMAR!?

      HOLY SHIT THE WORLD IS ENDING RUN RUN RUN RUN WE ARE ALL DEAD!)

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    • (Oopse, didn't know I hit quote. Editing.)

      Agent Locke wrote:

      Lord of the STARS wrote:
      (Ha! You go Bristow, that's what they get for not still having their shields.)

      (Did Stars just use...PROPER GRAMMAR!?

      HOLY SHIT THE WORLD IS ENDING RUN RUN RUN RUN WE ARE ALL DEAD!)

      (Oh don't act so surprised, it was only 14 words.)

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    • (AGAIN! MUM, GET THE CAMERA! OH MY FUCKING GOD!)

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    • (Wait! No, we're ok... There's no full stop at the end of that sentence!)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (Wait! No, we're ok... There's no full stop at the end of that sentence!)

      (Period.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:

      Dab1001 wrote:
      (Wait! No, we're ok... There's no full stop at the end of that sentence!)

      (Period.)

      (Full stop.)

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    • (You humans don't carry bio-foam or use self sealing suits in vacuum? The typical EVA harness has at least a couple pressure breach counter measures.)

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    • (Now who ever said their military lay outs are effective for their situation?)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (You humans don't carry bio-foam or use self sealing suits in vacuum? The typical EVA harness has at least a couple pressure breach counter measures.)

      (I know. Hell, even in 2526 they had self-sealing suits!)

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    • (I would have said something but I decided instead to just laugh)

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    • Bristow dives towards Locke, but flies a whole lot farther than he expected.

      Bristow: Dammit! Fucking low-g.

      With some effort, Locke and Bristow manage to flank the Covenant forces from the right, while Kaflinski does the same from the left.

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (You humans don't carry bio-foam or use self sealing suits in vacuum? The typical EVA harness has at least a couple pressure breach counter measures.)

      (I know. Hell, even in 2526 they had self-sealing suits!)

      (When hit by plasma, there's not much that can be done. It'd burn right through any self-sealing mechanism. It's different for bullets, though)

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    • (We need to change Pickering's death, because it was kinda ridiculous. There's no reason why she would just walk out of the cockpit. Plus, there were about 20 soldiers in the troop bay. How did the Covenant hit her?)

      Carpenter jumps into a crater, avoiding several plasma bolts.

      Carpenter: Shit, man, there's too many of them.

      He peeks out of cover, firing his assault rifle at the incoming Grunts.

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    • DAB, Matt and Michaels pick up the Shiva nuke, and load it into the back of the flatbed 'hog.

      DAB:
      Use the hog as cover. Matt, take the wheel.

      DAB hops into the back of the Warthog, holding the Shiva in place. As he looks up, a silent Fuel Rod projectile sails toward his head. He ducks and fires a couple of M392 shots into the Grunt who fired it.

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote: Kai: "Hey guys, I don't like having to say it but I think I have gained some weight recently, even a human can easily keep up with my runs and jumps. It doesn't make sense, I was doing just fine before we came hear." </div>

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      (For those of you who haven't figured out the joke by now, see Kai is from Eayn, and though he is quick and nimble in earths gravity the gravity of sangheilos makes him weaker.)

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    • Locke flips the PDW to Hellfire mode. He's brought spare barrels with the suppressors pre-mounted in case he has to quick-change them.

      Locke: Clear my killzone!

      Locke fires two consecutive magazines, driving the covenant back but not stopping them.

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    • (I'm debating whether or not I should introduce a new BlaSDiv character as an Agent that went missing during the Great Schisim or not. What do you gentlemen think? He could be independently trying to destroy the casket or something and is picked up or captured by Task Force Bravo. If you think it is a good idea than I shall develop some actual thought to creating a new BlaSDiv agent.)

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    • (Attention all.  I have made a breakthrough.

      This Casket is not the final Casket.  Nor is this the final battle.  We who were present for it enjoyed EURKEA greatly.  The excitement of travelling from planet to planet in search of an artifact is unrivaled.  The amount of creative ideas and opportunities presented by this operation is unmatched.

      And so, EUREKA will continue at the conclusion of this mission, and with it, Bravo, as a wiki and an organization, shall be bestowed upon a breath sense of life.

      Thank you for your time.)

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    • (I say if you don't it runs a risk of hitting a dead end in our adventure.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:

      This Casket is not the final Casket.

      (Well, it is. The three Caskets found on New Jerusalem were destroyed along with the Rhine-Ruhr Area. This is the last Casket in the galaxy, the one found on Installation 00.)

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    • (Things can be retconned.)

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    • (You can't just go around retconning everything.)

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    • (What about the one on High Charity?)

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    • (That's the Installation 00 one. We found it near the ruins of High Charity.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (I'm debating whether or not I should introduce a new BlaSDiv character as an Agent that went missing during the Great Schisim or not. What do you gentlemen think? He could be independently trying to destroy the casket or something and is picked up or captured by Task Force Bravo. If you think it is a good idea than I shall develop some actual thought to creating a new BlaSDiv agent.)

      (Here I go:

      @Thel please do.

      @Commando thanks for clarifying.

      @The wild pigs coming my way: I will turn you to bacon from 500 meters. Prepare to eat Eagle Eye .308s, but these won't help with weight. They'll help with edibility.)

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    • (Guys, the P-06 bolt from BOIII stole the BR's firing sound! HALO IN CALL OF DUTY! SACRILEGE! Also, I just nailed my 50th pig. Collectively I have more than 12.5 tons of pig killed, assuming 500 pounds each. It's probably closer to 400 each, but still. 12 tons of bacon. Anyone want some?)

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    • (Halo in Call of Duty? It's coming out soon, it's called Halo 5: Guardians.)

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    • (I do like CoD as a franchise despite its obvious inferiority to Halo the King of FPSes. Perhaps it just shows how awesome Halo is that they felt the need to model their sound design off of it.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (Also, I just nailed my 50th pig. Collectively I have more than 12.5 tons of pig killed, assuming 500 pounds each. It's probably closer to 400 each, but still. 12 tons of bacon. Anyone want some?)

      (Call them a boar: anywhere from 50-90 kg each. 50-90 kg = 110-198 pounds. Call it 160: 50 times 160 = 8000. 8000 pounds = 4 short tons, 3.57 long, =/= 12.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (You can't just go around retconning everything.)

      (This is hardly a retcon.  We only ever reavealed four Caskets.  That's not to say there aren't more.)

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    • (Weal, you only need to make one tank if your going to fight on only 174 planets right?)

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    • (idk that was the best I can do.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:

      Agent Locke wrote: (Also, I just nailed my 50th pig. Collectively I have more than 12.5 tons of pig killed, assuming 500 pounds each. It's probably closer to 400 each, but still. 12 tons of bacon. Anyone want some?)

      (Call them a boar: anywhere from 50-90 kg each. 50-90 kg = 110-198 pounds. Call it 160: 50 times 160 = 8000. 8000 pounds = 4 short tons, 3.57 long, =/= 12.)

      (I'm estimating here. I've never hunted wild pigs. Newcomer. Who happens to have a a lot of bacon. According to Vessel, 8000 pounds. I need to get rid of this. Four ideas:

      -Donate it to a soup kitchen

      -Share with Bravo

      -Share with co-workers

      -All of the above

      What should I do?)

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    • (I've only hunted Doisac wild pigs, their probably not the same as earth pigs. They have tusks and teeth designed for making half blunt half sharp jagged wounds, they usually choose to stand and fight predators rather then flee from them, so usually you need to wear armor. Also if you use a spear, (doubt any human would) and it doesn't have a stopper at the end of its tip, when you miss a vital they will pull the spear farther into them selves to reach and bite you. Thorn bushes are no barrier to them. They will laugh if you try to hunt them with primitive methods single handedly.)

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    • (Doisac pigs shouldn't be hard to find, usually if Jiralhanae have been on a planet the covenant had no plans to destroy, they become a thriving part of the wild life in less then a decade. And humanity let them land on a lot of their own planets. Probably oblivious.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      (I'm estimating here. I've never hunted wild pigs. Newcomer. Who happens to have a a lot of bacon. According to Vessel, 8000 pounds. I need to get rid of this. Four ideas:

      -Donate it to a soup kitchen

      -Share with Bravo

      -Share with co-workers

      -All of the above

      What should I do?)

      ( - All the above )

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    • Some time in the afternoon....

      Kai is granted shore leave to explore town and get a soothing walk to get use to sangheilios gravity, when on her way to be present with Lord Hood on a diplomatic mission with the arbiter palmer comes around the corner and they suddenly meet eye to eye. Startled by the sudden appearance of a Spartan his mind flashes to a terrifying moment where one tried to kill him during the war, and reacting in fear with out giving him self time to think he pulls out a needle pistol and shoots her in the head. Because her helmet wasn't on this kills her. Suddenly realizing what he just done and the consequences his quills turn white at the thought of sentencing for homicide, the first thing he does is look around to see if their where any witnesses..... thankfully their where not. He at first tries to move the body but its like trying to move a dead ox. He sees a sangheili vehicle only feet away and hotwires it, using it to move her body. Using a grav beam feature the vehicle happens to have he lifts the body and puts it in a dumpster to hide it. Then burying the body in any trash or debree he can find on the street. He then tries to act natural as he finishes his walk and returns to the ship, getting in the shower to calm his nerves.

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    • (75th pig kill. Currently subsisting of coffee and oatmeal. Laptop low on power. Sending only brief messages. Will add to RP and update total bacon weight.)

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      3/9/2553, Sunday, Earth

      TASK FORCE: Bravo-Two-Niner-Zero

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • GySgt. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Grtam – Covenant Specialist
      • Cpl. Augustus Mandlebaum – Tactics (NPC)
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      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander (NPC..I think)
      • 1stLt. DAB-101 - Breakthrough
      • Pvt. Antonio D'Angelo - Explosives Expert (NPC)
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist (NPC)
      • Pvt. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman (NPC)
      • Pfc. Natasha Jinnah - Covenant Tech Specialist (NPC)
      • Pvt. Jack Brace – Medical Assistance (NPC)
      • PFC. Alexa Fisher - Demolitions Expert (NPC)
      • PFC. Peter Driscol - Reconnaissance Specialist (NPC)
      • SSgt. Ashley Drago - Sniper 

      MANEUVRE:

      • SSgt. Rick Jones - Commander
      • LCpl. Damian Bristow - Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pvt. Rienna Morris- Rifleman (NPC)
      • Pvt. Donald Carpenter - Rifleman (NPC)

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Pvt. James Yang - Machine Gunner (NPC)
      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer (NPC)
      • Pvt. Matthew Davis - Assistant Gunner

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pieterson -- Pilot 
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot (NPC)
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Flight Engineer (NPC)

      NOTES:

      Mandlebaum, Fisher, and Yang?

      -Rep. Torez

      Replacements for the upcoming mission drawn from other general purpose ODST divisions.  There's no point in a soldier if they don't have something to fight for.  It is better to make use of them while we can.

      -SecDef/2

      New element, "Maneuvure"?

      -Cpt. John Tiberius

      Yes, too many riflemen were located in the assault section.  A light infantry group has been added for momentum's sake.  The Tactics and Strategy Department published it in the new standard layout for field divisions, if it's official, it's official.  (By the way, John, you left your tickets with IT)

      -Col. Joanne Molé, Secondary Official Advisor to SecDef/2

      Well, if the TacStrat guys say it works.  We need these Eureka divisions to be at maximum effectiveness if KITTYHAWK is a go.  (PS.  Thanks for the heads-up, Jo.  My wife would've killed me.)

      -Cpt. John Tiberius

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (75th pig kill. Currently subsisting of coffee and oatmeal. Laptop low on power. Sending only brief messages. Will add to RP and update total bacon weight.)

      (75 pigs? are they a invasive species where you are or do you have a big family to feed? I'm a bit worried your wasting your planets natural resources.)

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    • (Operation: KITTYHAWK? Really, Sean? :P )

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    • (Wouldn't it make more sense if you put the CQC specialists in the light infantry group? They are the ones that need to be the most mobile, after all.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (Operation: KITTYHAWK? Really, Sean? :P )

      (It's relevant to the mission.  You'll see *smiles mischievously*)

      ReDquinox wrote: (Wouldn't it make more sense if you put the CQC specialists in the light infantry group? They are the ones that need to be the most mobile, after all.)

      (Sounds dandy, Red)

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    • (Why did you completely ignore the existence of Natasha Jinnah? And Eric Fletcher (the flight engineer) was retconned and replaced by Robert Elder.

      Also, Alcatraz is dead.)

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    • (Sorry, Charlie.  Editing now.  And enough of these fixing posts, RP damn it!)

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    • (100th pig kill. Celebrating. Laptop @ 10% charge.)

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    • Relka N'asural was very annoyed. She should have known that sexism would be alive an well amongst these Fundamentalists. It made doing her job so much harder. She prefered being an assassin to being a double agent. 

      The final messages received by her hyperwave transponder indicated that BlaSDiv was allied with the Swords of Sangheilios, an ancient order ressurrected by the Arbiter.These Fundamentalists were enemies of the Arbiter and what's more they were attacking the human home world. 

      Relka had no love of humans but she knew that the Arbiter was at the very least in favor of a cease fire and likely would not condone that annhilation of the humans' home system. 

      By hacking into the battle net while unobserved (being female did come with the perk of males thinking she was too stupid to do such a thing) she had discovered that the Fundamentalists possessed a Forefunner artifact with immense destructive power. They referred to it simply as The Casket. 

      It was time to get to work. She had stolen an EVA harness and had rigged up an active camo module to it. She had acquired a T-25 plasma rifle and a T-1 energy sword a weapon that she'd surely be put to death for using if these Fundamentalists found out. 

      As the small vessel swooped over Earth's moon to drop its task force she had stollen away in a drop pod and was now on the surface of Luna making her way to where the COM chatter indicated The Casket was being deployed. 

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    • (isn't the t-1 the kind that self destructs if you drop it?)

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    • (The T-1 refers to the energy sword found in Halo 2, 3, and Reach. The others are sub-varients I think.)

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    • (glad your back, but I wish to have you around when i'm not busy. I am going to kill frank o conor by throwing him off a cliff into a angry herd of thorn beasts in front of his best friend in order to take over 343 industries as their leader. a truly flawless plan.)

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    • (yah, but I think we all know i'm really just saying that to try to draw more attention to this thread. What does it take????)

      Kai: "Hey guys, I've gotten curios, just how many members of this team squadron or faction are their?"

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    • (150th pig.

      BACON TRACKER: 20000 POUNDS/10 TONS

      Heading back to NYC in 24 hours. Will try for 15 tons of bacon.)

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    • (Can we keep the rookies alive?  Pleeaase :3)

      Yang sets up the machine gun in a crater and fires at the largest grouping of forces, the expended shells gently float through the air.

      Yang: I've got 'em pinned!  Go, go, go!

      Beck: Going!

      Beck leads Fisher, Brace, Driscol and Kaflinksi up to a rock for cover.  Kaflisnki peaks around and stabs an Elite in the face with his knife, marking the kill with a carved tally on his gauntlet.

      Brace: We're good!!  Jones, lead your team up!  Got 'em off our ass and up to the city!

      Driscol: We don't have all day!  Oxygen is limited!

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    • Hartley leads Chyenka, Sasuun and the rest of the Assault team up to another crater.

      Hartley: Grenade! Now!

      Jinnah tosses a grenade over the crater into a mass of Elites.

      Shrake: We're clear, move up!

      Hartley: On me! Let's go!

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    • The maneuvre team joins back with the assault team. Together, they stumble upon another Sangheili encampment. Bristow vaults over a barricade, with his SOCOM in one hand and his Bowie knife in the other.

      Bristow: Blitzkrieg!!

      The Sangheili scramble to their weapons, but Bristow is already upon the first. He sweeps the feet away from under a Minor that had his back turned towards him. The Sangheili falls to the ground, and Bristow stabs him in the back of the head, while using his SOCOM to shoot another Minor.

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    • An Elite clotheslines Bristow to the ground and draws an Energy Sword.  Just as it's about to stab him, Morris depletes its shields with her Battle Rifle,  It whirls around to confront her, accidentally tearing a hole in one of its ally's suits.

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    • (clumsy rookie)

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    • Kai trying to entertain him self watches a blood sucking fly as it sits on a wall beam rifle pointed at it as a second fly comes into his sights. He waits for the 2 flies to line up and pulls the trigger killing both flies in one shot.

      Suddenly a sangheili enters the room: "What are you doing????"

      Kai: "Trying to entertain my self."

      The sangheili points to where the targets have been blasted by the beam rife: "Patch that hole!"

      Kai repairs the wall nice and neat.

      The sangheili: "Now, come with me." Kai follows

      The sangheili: "See this room hear? that's the target shooting deck, if you need to take out your frustrations, do it hear. Did you not learn your way around yet or something?"

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    • Chyenka opens fire on the Elite with his MA5C, drawing its attention from Morris to him. It swipes at him and he lands on the floor, his rifle fallen away from him.

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    • The Elite roars in frustration as it tries to decide between its three targets.  It picks up its blade and looks to Chyenka, raising its sword for a coup de grace.

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    • The Sangheili had made a poor choice; Bristow's shotgun blasts into his side, and the beast floats away in the low gravity, leaving behind a trail of blood.

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    • Chyenka gets to his feet. Passing Bristow by, he taps him on the shoulder as a silent way of showing thanks, before picking up his assault rifle and taking cover behind a crater edge.

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    • Kaflisnki: Eh MG, move up!

      Yang nods and collapses the machine-gun's bi-pod.  He taps the weapon from underneath so it floats up, giving him time to stand unencumbered.  He grabs it from the air and makes his way to Bravo's position.

      Beck: Right, so where do we go from here?

      Brace: It looks clear up ahead until that next structure, (pointing) there.

      Mandlebaum: Alright, let's set up a scouting team.  We'd need Ash, Driscol, Bristow, Kaflinski, and Don.  Dricol's on point, Ash should stay back for cover.  Sound good, LT?

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    • Hartley: Yeah.

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    • (Commando everything that isn't a Spartan 4 is out of a job. I am not joking.)

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    • (Stars, you'll have to be patient. Most of our BlaSDiv characters are currently back on Sangheilios.)

      Phillipae settled into his new office in BlaSDiv HQ. Some things he would leave aboard the Fury but personalizing a space was important to help him think. He was opening a box of trophy weapons when an notifcation alert dinged at his desk. 

      "View message," he said dryly. The avatar of Sangheilian smart A.I. Patient Strike appeared above the holo tank. 

      "Commander 'Vlassam, the Sol System is currently under attack by fundamentalist faction. They appear to be in possession of a Forerunner Nova Instigator Device. All available intelligence suggests they will use the device even if it requires self sacrifice. Recommendation, deploy BlaSDiv forces to aid the UNSC in the defense of Sol."

      "I concur with your recommendation. Scramble the Fury and Task force Alpha."

      "At once Commander."

      A few moments later, the Zealous Fury was in slip space inbound for Sol. In addition to the Honorary Seraphs, a bunch of seasoned BlaSDiv Agents that had recently returned to Sanghieilios were joining them. 

      "Men, our primary objective is to acquire or destroy the N.I.D. Under no circumstances must it be allowed to go off. Insertion will be hot. Be prepared for absolute chaos and extra-vehicular activity. We will be assisting UNSC forces. Consider them friendlies unless they prove otherwise."

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    • (My apologies, patience is only easy for nyeve stupid civilians who are subject to cover ups so they don't know that in this vast swirling death trap of stars gas space storms and terrestrial objects such as asteroids with hostile alien savages in every edge and corner their is a threat of your extinction everyday, especially from a race who is less deserving of survival. Rps are the only thing that keeps my nerves calm besides sweet tasting things exercise and physical attention.)

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    • Ash moves with the group, stopping at a crater to set up her sniper rifle.

      Ash: Looks clear from this angle. Scout team, move up.

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    • Locke runs forward, beckoning the team.

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    • Kaflinski and Dricol get to the corner of the structure.   Driscol's just about to round the corner when-

      Kaflinski: Hold up, wait.  Movement in the building.  We'll need cover.

      Carpenter arrives, as Kaflinski pushes a barrel down and rolls around the corner for cover.  Carpenter gets behind the barrel.

      Driscol: Ready?

      Carpenter: Yep, yep, yep.  (With Driscol) 3, 2, 1, now.

      Carpenter lays down fire at the windows of the building as Kaflinski, Driscol, and Bristow make their way around to the side with the door and set up on either side of it.  Carpenter catches up.

      Driscol: Any more?

      Kaflinski: No heat, no movement.  Nothing.

      Carpenter: Maybe.....maybe we got them all....?

      Driscol peeks into the door.

      Driscol: Heh, Or maybe they're calling for their Hierarchs to-

      A needle flies through the opening and catches Driscol in the throat, he falls back into cover gagging.   Blood drifts from the needle like smoke from a chimney.  The self-sealing suit starts to seal around it.  Carpenter drags him farther away from the door.

      Carpenter: Shhh, shh, hang in there, man, hang in there,  shhh, it's okay, hang in there.

      Driscol, now pale from blood-loss, rolls back his eyes and stops gagging.

      In a fury, Carpenter runs to the door and immediately fires into it to kill the closest Elite, before screaming and charging in.  It only takes half a minute for the entire bottom floor to be devoid of alien life.

      Kaflinski walks in and gives Carpenter a silent nod of approval.

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    • (Peeks, not Peaks. ERMEHGAWD!)

      Locke: Ash, can you set up here?

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    • (you can tell he turned pale because his space suit is see through for the ladies. *snickering*)

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (I know Locke's in leadership, but he'd probably be better in Maneuver.)

      Locke runs forward, beckoning the maneuver team.

      (It's not the Manoeuvre team that's investigating the structure.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:

      Agent Locke wrote: (I know Locke's in leadership, but he'd probably be better in Maneuver.)

      Locke runs forward, beckoning the maneuver team.

      (It's not the Manoeuvre team that's investigating the structure.)

      (Oh. Assault?)

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    • After a few moments, the needle in Driscol's throat begins to glow.

      Bristow: No! Get it out of there!

      Sadly, he was too late; the needle explodes in a pink bloom, leaving a large gap where Driscol's throat used to be.

      Bristow: (whimpering) Shit...

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    • Sean4333 wrote:

      Mandlebaum: We'd need Ash, Driscol, Bristow, Kaflinski, and Don.  Dricol's on point, Ash should stay back for cover.  Sound good, LT?


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    • (But that's not the Maneuvre team. The maneuvre team is Jones, Bristow, Morris and Carpenter. Although what you said is a better maneuvre team.)

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    • (I'm aware, Red.  I'm explaining to Locke who's in this group.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (I'm aware, Red.  I'm explaining to Locke who's in this group.)

      (Okay. I guess I'm with them.)

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    • (...except Locke's not in that list. Unless he renamed himself to Ash, Bristow, Kaflinski or Don. Besides, isn't Locke a marksman?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (...excpet Locke's not in that list. Unless he renamed himself to Ash, Bristow, Kaflinski or Don. Besides, isn't Locke a marksman?)

      (Yeah, but that's not all.)

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    • Kai: *senseless head trauma speech* "Be quite yor'shi, don't open fire until they are in the middle of the field or you will give us away. You want zodonam'ee to not feed you again?"

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    • Kai: "What happened? where am I?"

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    • (How did the Fury get here so quickly? It takes days to travel through slipspace.)

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    • (I figured it was safe to assume that they had high level slipspace tech. Does it seem too much? I can retcon that whole thing if you prefer. Perhaps have Phillipae establish contact with Relka instead.)

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    • (So does the Infinity, but it still takes more than a day to jump to a different system.

      But yeah, that would make a lot more sense.)

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    • (2 days to be exact.)

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    • (Okay, so I got a little carried away. Instead, the Fury is still in slipspace at the moment.)

      Relka decided that this was as good a time as any and hid behind a building to deploy a small hyper wave beacon. Onboard a Fundamentalist's ship she had not had the opportunity to use it but now she had ample time and privacy. 

      The beacon deployed and pinged three times.

      "Commander, a BlaSDiv hyperwave transmission has been detected. Identification reads as Agent Black Thirty."

      "Respond with our counter ping and attempt a hail." 

      A moment later contact was established. 

      "Black Thirty, this is Commander 'Vlassam. Report your status and position."

      "Oh my it is good to hear a friendly voice Commander. I am combat ready and on Luna's surface searching for a Forerunner device that I believe is a weapon of some kind."

      "Are any other BlaSDiv forces in close proximity to you?"

      "Negative Commander. Field Master 'Felnekar was mutinied against. His vessel is with the hostile fleet. His status is unknown. I presume he is dead."

      "You are hearby ordered to find and destroy the Forerunner device by any means necessary. It cannot be allowed to fall into anyone's hands and it must not be activated. The Fundamentalists may need a living human in order to activate the device. You have your orders. We'll see what we can do from our end."

      "Thank you Commander, Black Thirty out."

      Phillipae looked at a holo screen. "Computer, do we have any BlaSDiv or SoS vessels close enough to assist in the immediate support of Earth?"

      "There is a small patrol within one point five units away in neutral space designation Sting of Truth battle group."

      "Establish contact."

      "Understood."

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    • Kai: "Did they just say, they would need a living human in order to activate it???????? double you tea efth."

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    • (Reclaimers, Stars. A Huragok would work too.)

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    • (I have an idea. Maybe Relka warned Phillipae of the Legion's plan before they jumped to the Sol System. That way it's possible for the Fury to arrive at Luna shortly after the Legion. Although, that would bring up the question of why Phillipae didn't warn the UNSC about the incoming threat.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: (Reclaimers, Stars. A Huragok would work too.)

      (lol you think he knows that. Wouldn't it be great if the whole covenant knew that? weal great for you anyway, the religious nuts would have me washing your feet at gunpoint.)n

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    • (What exactly should we do Commando? I briefly considered an ONI cyber attack but I think that it is unrealistic for any attack to cripple all of the Sword's communications. You know what? Let's let this play out. It is unusual for Phillipae to be stuck out of the fight. Let us see what happens when he is forced to use other units such as Relka and the patrol fleet.)

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    • (But there's another problem. We have approximately four hours to disable the Casket before it finishes charging. Even if the patrol fleet is relatively close to the Sol System, they can't get there in less than four hours.)

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    • (how about this, we take all the caskets, and shove them up the forerunners butts.)

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    • (I guess it's up to Relka then. Besides, the final activation sequence still requires a Reclaimer' touch right?)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      The screen shows a video of a Type-27 Wight, moving through a road on the colony, with a massive Forerunner object laying down on it. As more of the object comes into view, it becomes clear that it is a Casket. Then, behind it, a couple of Elites drag a person.

      (And they do have one, Thel.)

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    • (All this reclaimer talk reminds me of some of guilty sparks lines in halo 3 when the master chief dies. I just can't help but laugh. If only I could find the iwhbyd skull and died in front of him.)

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    • (Hey guys while on a walk I encountered a praying mantis, that means 7 years good luck.)

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    • (Fine, I don't need the internet anyway, it interfears with the true meaning of life. If you have nothing to do, no skills required, everything is just handed to you, you have no liberty, your not happy, and you are so very very very very very very bord in the real world, only then do you know you are fulfilling your purpose in life. We are not meant to have adventures, if we where, we would not be born in the real world where their are no dinosaurs, nothing non urban, no way to get what you need with out buying it, no dinosaurs. If life is boring and with out spiritual flavor, you are truly blessed. Hear I was, trying to have rps to make up for it. Weal its time to put an end to my heresy and walk the true path of light. Away with the internet, I am going to just go read up on taxes, go shopping, watch the countless trillions of cars that go by every day. Enough with this trying to have rps, its time to get real. I bid you all good by. I will go try to learn to be normal now. Isn't life great?

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    • (Wait, you're leaving?)

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    • (He does have a point. I try to post frequently but it gets difficult when almost no one continues the thread.)

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    • (My apologies, I was just having a psychotic episode. I was only gone because the bill is expiring again, so I went for a walk while I waited for it to be fixed.)

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    • (Weal I am done with this rp, now to move on to bigger and better things. http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:402355 )

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    • (Alright, let's bring back the "No out of topic" post rule.  All these parentheses-posts really derail the story.)

      The rest of Bravo moves into the cleared out structure, which appears to be nothing more than an empty room. Brace looks around, spots something, flicks it, and stands back. Moments later, a large portion of the floor spreads apart to reveal a staircase downwards, lights igniting along the wall.

      Brace: Pretro. (Private Metro)

      Beck: You remember?

      Brace: I wish I could forget.  

      He begins walking down the stairs where, awaiting at the bottom, a compact metal draisine levitates ever so slightly above a single rail. Brace slides the door open and types something into the computer, beckoning the others to come in too. When they all arrive, the door slides itself closed.

      Yang: Is this gonna take us closer to the package?

      Brace: It'll take us as far as Neuberg, after that we'll have to walk.

      Yang: So...

      Brace: Yeah, much closer.

      The inside of the railcar is actually quite cozy.  Sleek red couches run parallel to the sides, facing inwards towards eachother. A four way screen is dangled above the floor for all to see. At the front, a single pivoting seat and a computer console complete with compass and GPS system.

      Brace: It's got AC, you don't need your helmets.

      He types in the destination.

      Beck: How long should it-

      Before Beck could finish his the sentence, the car takes off.  At first the speed feels nauseating and harsh, the force pushing the passengers up against the walls.  But after it has finished its initial acceleration, it rides smoothly.

      There's a long moment of awe from the rest of Bravo as they watch the tunnels stream by like wisps.  A jaded Brace seems to be amused by this.   After much silence, the journey comes to an end.  Brace looks over to Beck and winks.

      Brace: Not long.

      The doors swing open, and Bravo finds themselves in a massive atrium transport hub, complete with trees, gardens, abstract sculptures and water features - and a magnificent diamond-vaulted ceiling that seems to extend past the heavens. It's lit in a warm, bright way that can only be explained by natural sunlight; it's easy to forget that this place is on the moon.  The floor is that of a minimalist tile pattern, changing levels every so often in round curving shapes, usually complimenting the architecture or a nearby garden, plaza, or sitting area.   Everything's white, clean, and sharp.  

      Beck: How could you manage to hate this place?  It's gorgeous.

      Brace: Looks can be deceiving.  C'mon, Charlie and India are close by.

      Brace steps out and walks towards one of the massive arching corridors, Bravo slowly trails behind.

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    • (Whats this? someone is posting hear who isn't me? *pours the content of a bottle out and tosses it away.*)

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    • At the end of the corridor a Covenant patrol, consisting of a Major, half a dozen Grunts and a pair of Hunters, turns the corner. The Major dives for cover in a passageway, whilst the Hunters move forward, raising their shields.

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    • Yang and Beck set up the machine gun on a nearby table, firing bursts at the first Hunter, which merely shields its face and shrugs of the bullets.  Meanwhile, Fisher and Shrake try to flank around unnoticed.  Fisher readies some sort of charge and prepares to throw it at the second Hunter.

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    • Chyenka: Drago, get ready: soon as that brute flinches, put a round through its wormy neck!

      Drago nods, as Chyenka fires his grenade launcher at the first Hunter; however, the grenade bounces off its shield and falls to the ground in front of it, armed and ready.

      Chyenka: Kaflinski, draw it close or get it to lower it guard! I'll give it a nasty shock...

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    • (Sean, Matt didn't help set up that turret, cause he's driving the hog.)

      The Warthog approaches the end of the motorway, where it opens out into a large atrium. The advance group of ODSTs were pinned down just inside it, by Legion forces.

      DAB:
      I thought you guys were supposed to clear the route for us?
      Madlebaum:
      We didn't anticipate this...

      He motions towards the pair of Mgalekgolo.

      DAB:
      Huh, good excuse, but an excuse nonetheless.

      DAB pulls out his Magnum, and takes aim.

      DAB:
      Hold...

      He fires a shot with his Magnum, but it deflects off the Hunter's armour.

      DAB:
      Still...

      He fires another shot, but it misses entirely.

      DAB:
      You..

      His next shot comes at the same time as the 'hog goes over a bump, causing him to miss and hit a nearby Grunt.

      DAB:
      Damn Hunter...

      The final shot skims across the Hunter's back, not nearly enough to kill it, but enough to get its attention. It turns toward the Warthog, and its Assault Cannon begins to glow green. Alarmed, DAB empties his entire magazine into it, to no avail.

      DAB:
      Matt, punch it!
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    • (Matt engages the Hunter in hand-to-hand combat and is instantly swatted away by it.)

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    • Fisher tosses the explosive on the second Hunter's leg.  It's back-spikes twitch and turns to her, charging its canon.

      Shrake: Watch out!

      Shrake pushes her aside and fires at the Hunter, keeping it distracted long enough for the explosive to off.  There's a plume of smoke, and the Hunter crumbles to the floor like a baked crab's shell.  The left over eels slither out of the hole and dry out on the tiles.

      Fisher: ...Thanks.

      Shrake: Don't mention it.

      Beck and Yang continue to surpress the last Hunter, slowing its advance with a constant stream of fire.

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    • The Assault Cannon shot glanced past the back of the Warthog, narrowly avoiding DAB. He drops his empty Magnum into the Warthog, and picks up his DMR. Jumping out of the 'hog, he fires a couple of shots at the Hunter, helping Beck and Yang with their suppressive fire.

      DAB:
      Tossing a pineapple!

      He throws a grenade, but forgets to account for the lower gravity, and it sails right past the Hunter's head.

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    • Locke: Dab, ya dingus!

      Locke rolls a grenade underneath the hunter, blasting the back armor off.

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    • DAB:
      It's my...

      He grunts as he kicks a Grunt Minor, sending it flailing off into the middle of the atrium. He then ducks behind the cover he'd taken from the Grunt, as the Hunter fires its assault cannon at him.

      DAB:
      ... first time on Luna, ok?
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    • (Ok, can someone kill this Hunter already? What happened to the M319 'nade at its feet?)

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    • Jones takes his Assault Rifle and pumps a full magazine into the exposed worms at the Hunter's back. It falls, dead.

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      DAB:
      Tossing a pineapple!

      (You could have said "Don't open till Christmas")

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    • Shrake and Fisher, who were furthest down the corridor, finish off the remaining Grunts.

      Beck: That it?

      Drago switches between the various view modes on her helmet.

      Drago: Yep.  Coast is clear.

      Shrake: Weehew!  Nice fuckin job, guys!  Just like the movies!

      He kicks a box to the side of the corridor the make an easier route for the Warthog.  It begin up the inclined path into the main city.  The ramp is flanked by moving stairs, a few of which are now defunct, which the foot-travelling ODSTs use to ascend.

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    • Locke: Not always gonna be this easy, Corp.

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    • Dab1001 wrote: (Ok, can someone kill this Hunter already? What happened to the M319 'nade at its feet?)

      (Lol a hunter that takes 3 days to kill. he must be tough.)

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    • COMS: All uni *static*-is transmission *static* This is Tango F-*static*-arlie!  We're pinned dow-*static* the road to the re-*static*-inery!  Request imea-*static*-upport, over!

      Beck: That's Charlie, they're up ahead.

      He taps his helmet and pulls up a map.

      Beck: Right about.....there, found 'em.

      A waypoint appears on Bravo's HuD.

      Beck: Should we move to assist, LT?

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    • Hartley: Affirmative. Maneuvre and assault teams, move in and storm their position. Base of fire, stay back and suppress. And DAB, keep that 'Hog safe.

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    • DAB:
      Got it. Matt, let me turn any corners first. One stray fuel rod or grenade could blow up the 'hog...

      DAB sweeps the nooks of the area with his M392, and finishes off a cowering Grunt as he does so.

      DAB:
      All clear!

      He motions for Matt to move up with the Hog.

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      Locke: Dab, ya dingus!

      (When did Locke become Australian?)

      A Plasma Pistol-wielding Unggoy jumps out from behind cover, and fired a charged Plasma Pistol bolt at the trundling Warthog. DAB dives into the way of the shot, draining his shield, but leaving the 'hog functional.

      The Unggoy, as soon as its weapon had cooled down, fires several shots in quick succession, forcing DAB to duck behind cover. DAB prepares to return fire, but when he reaches for a new M392 magazine, he realises there is none: he's out of ammo.

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    • (Ah finally. I am terribly sorry gentlemen. I had issues with my personal computer and it needed to be replaced thus causing my long absence. Would someone please fill me in on what I have missed?)

      (I've just realized how awkward this will be if no one even realized I was gone.)

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    • (Thel! You're back!

      As for what you've missed: jack shit, really. There's been 24 posts since you last were here, and half of those were OOC.)

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    • (I hesitate to ask, but what is OOC? 

      Is there anything I should know before creating any new RP posts? Like how much RP time has past for instance?)

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    • (OOC=Out Of Character

      In-RP time past: about five minutes.)

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    • (All you really missed was a long debate about whether we're in a city or not :P )

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    • Dab1001 wrote:!

      (When did Locke become Australian?)

      (*South African...or Josh Nichols)

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    • (I have colonized earth during the time period the dinosaurs where suppose to go extinct, and life hear is great. Fertile soil, thriving animal kingdom, I now have fishing fleets hunting sea food bigger then anyone's ever saw during the human covenant war, mostly big sea lizards, but their easy to harpoon so we try to conserve. But its getting difficult to keep in contact with the modern time period so you might not get replies from me until its to late to rp. So sorry if waiting on me ruins it.)

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    • Beck fires at the uncovered Unngoy, his bullets ripping through its armor and emedding in its exoskeleton.  He hits the back of the Hog with an armored first.  "Alright", he beckons, "Alright, alright, gogogogogo".  The 'Hog rounds the corner with ODSTs on either side like a wall of dull-green flesh and blood.  Matt's careful to keep it at a walking pace, as Kaflinski and Bristow are tightly glued to the bonnet and grill.  He honestly did not want to be cleaning psycho out of the engine for a week.

      As they aproach an intersection, Beck's rapid fire "go"s quickly morph into "hold"s.  Brace sits himself on the side of the bed and snaps his fingers in front Mandlebaum's face, who pulls out his binocs and hands them to him.  "Yeah, I see jack shit out there", the medic murmurs, "straight ahead is fine and dandy."  "And the other routes?", Yang the rookie speaks up.  Brace points to him with a shaking hand and grins, his eyes still fixed to the binoculars.  "I like this one", he says with pride, "he ain't too dick or too pussy."  He motions with his head to Bristow, "Or too asshole". 

      "You're right, freshy", he says as he hands the optics back to Mandlebaum, "we're gonna have to scout the other ways."  "Shouldn't be hard", Shrake cocks his new MA5D, "We send two teams down either street and find a way."  "And if that way splits into more ways?", Mandlebaum asks.  

      "Then we, uh, fuckin'....make more teams", Shrake notices the sighs and head shakes of his comrades.  "Right?", he asks for conformation.   Kaflinski, who was know perched on the 'Hog's hood drinking from his canteen, looks at the rest of the team obvioulsy confused. "Can't we just use Beck's map?", he asks with his voice almost unintelligbly muffled by mouthfulls of water.  "Nien, it's only a coord grid right now", Beck corrects him with a slight shake of the head, "They took down the street map so that the Covies would get confused."

      There's a moment when the only sound is that of the city's artificial wind.  "Man, how'd we get so sloppy?", Beck calls out while throwing rocks at a nearby building, "This should be easy."  He nudges Brace, "This should be easy, right?"  The medic nods.  Kaflinski puts his helmet back on, "we've got to be overthinking it".  "Freshy Numero Dos?", Brace looks to Mandlebaum.  He shrugs.  "Numero Tres?", he looks to Fisher.  She gives him a sympathetic look of cluelessness. 

      Shrake grabs his rifle and begins strolling over to the corner.  "Well, not that this ain't intertaining and all", he says, "But I'm just gonna have a look around.  When y'all decide to stop being vegetables give me a holler."

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    • Bristow: I'm an asshole now? Just because I fucked up? Then you're an asshole too, because you fucked that one surgery up, Mr. The Ripper.

      Bristow angrily paces away, towards Shrake.

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    • "At least I'm not fucking nightmare fuel!", Brace shouts at the growing distance between him and Bristow, "And at least I'm fucking human!"  Beck punches him, "Great.  Great, you just had to, didn't you?"  Brace just stares at him, prompting Mandlebaum and Fisher to leave as well.  Beck jumps off the idle 'Hog andthrows his helmet in the air.  He spreads his arms and looks up like he's talking to the sky, "WHAT A FUCKING LOVELY DAY!"  

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    • (Jack The Ripper, hehe)

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    • (Wow you snail, that was his nickname since before I even joined)

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    • (Idk.)

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    • DAB:
      Calm down, Marines! Waypoint's this way.

      He motions in a diagonal direction, vaguely between the center and right routes.

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    • Relka entered a habitat dome that was completely controled by the Covenant Splinter Group. Inside she found that they had dozens and dozens of guards. She spied the N.I.D. Next to the N.I.D. there stood a large sangheili with a human kneeling in front of him.

      'What are they waiting for?' she thought to herself. Her camo was running hot so she ducked into what appeared to be a janitorial closet and activated her camo cooldown. 

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    • Suddenly a gunshot sounds. In the distance a Kig-Yar is holding a UNSC Sniper Rifle, also armed with a Focus Rifle slung on his back, 3 Plasma Grenades, and a Laser Pistol (yes laser pistols exist) and something that looks like a broadsword made out of Hunter shield-metal 24 inches long and with a gem stone in the hilt found only in a starless system with 23 terrestrial planets orbiting the largest terrestrial planet in the system and 3 asteroid belts. On his feet leather boots designed like half-fingered gloves


      The Kig-Yar (Translator): "Hey Human, you remember me? The only reason your entire flock is not dead is because you spotted me, and the only reason you're alive is because I missed my shot. And now you're doing your species a great service.  Thanks to you, the UNSC lost three planets to those "Insurrectionists". And after you killed most of my crew five times during the War, I was delighted to learn something you will love to find out. There's price on your head, Ape, and when I put it in this jar, no humans are going to sympathize. Are you ready to play?

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    • (Mind if I spell-check?)

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    • (Stars, sound doesn't transmit in space because it is a hard vacuum. Either you're not on the moon or you just broke the laws of physics.)

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    • (their still in space? hmmm, I just figured this rp would be more livly with alittle drama. btw I tried to take a photo of a dinosaur today, and it came out like this.
      Snapshot 20150928

      Poorly

      Anyone know where I can get a real camera?)
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    • (I gtg)

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    • Locke: For once, I agree with Dab. For once.

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

      Bristow loads a shell into his M45E.

      Bristow: Maneuvre team, ready?

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Locke: For once, I agree with Dab. For once.

      DAB:
      Huh, you should try agreeing it more often. Might make you correct more...

      He quickly surveys both options. The center way seems to lead to a dead end, leaving the right road as the only options.

      DAB:
      Alright Marines, looks like this way's the correct-

      As Bravo begins to take the road, a Wraith turns the corner at the end and opens fire.

      DAB:
      On second thought...
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    • Bristow: Maneuvre team, on me!

      The maneuvre team charges forwards, only leaping into cover when the Wraith targets them. Eventually, they are just outside of the Wraith's plasma turret's range.

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    • Matt puts the flatbed 'hog in reverse and slams his foot down on the pedal, as a mortar shot explodes where the bonnet just was. While the Warthog is reversing wildly, Michaels gets struck on the shoulder by its bumper.

      Michaels:
      (shouting) Watch where you're going, Matt! (muttering) Damn Sunday drivers...

      Not answering, Matt quickly swings the 'hog round the bend of the crossroads, before the Wraith can take another shot.

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    • (Any moment my spirit will be casted into this rp to poses any next npc I deem worthy and I will turn them into my second character. Some and such protocols are now necessary.)

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    • The Wraith's cannon rears up as if to howl, its stablizing fins outstretched in preparation for the next volley.  With a ghastly whine, a ball of plasma arcs through the air towards its motorized destination.

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    • DAB_(COM):
      Matt, get out the way!

      Matt, who had been concentrating on a nearby Grunt, looks up and sees the arcing ball of energy, and tries to put the Warthog into reverse but it just smashes into an abandoned Genet. Panicking, he tries to switch into another gear and go the other way, but it'd be too late by that time.

      Thinking fast, DAB grabs a nearby metal palette and holds it parallel to his chest. He jumps, using the palette as a shield, and intercepts the blast. Instantly, his shields deplete and he's sent flying into the 'hog's bonnet.

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    • (If I may, Dab would probably be covered in molten metal after that. Painful.) 

      Relka reviewed her available combat supplies. A plasma pistol, a pair of plasma grenades, and a det charge. She decided the best option available to her would be to plant the det charge on the N.I.D. and get outside the blast radius as fast as possible. She engaged her active camouflage and exited the closet.

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    • (Probably why he lost his shield despite blocking the shot, just scrape it off your joints before it dries and hopefully your armor can handle it.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (If I may, Dab would probably be covered in molten metal after that. Painful.)

      (That's the whole point. I wanted to injure him.)

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    • Drago peeks her head out of cover and aims her Sniper Rifle at the Sangheili manning the turret. With a crackling sound, a bullet leaves the barrel and impacts on the Minor's helmet. The Sangheili's head is knocked backwards in an unnatural angle, with a gruesome hole in the side of his skull.

      Seizing the opportunity, Bristow leaps out of cover and jumps onto the Wraith. With some force, he manages to grasp the hatch and pull it open. The Sangheili looks up, roars and tries to grasp him in an attempt to get him off, but to no avail; Bristow lowers the barrel of his Shotgun into the cabin and turns the driver to a bloody mess.

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    • DAB, currently embedded in a massive MJOLNIR-shaped dent in the 'hog's bonnet, discards two corners of the palette, the rest of which had been melted and distributed across the street - and his armour. He had some minor burns, but his MJOLNIR had taken the brunt of the damage.

      He pushes himself off the bonnet, onto his feet, but instantly collapses as his fractured ankle gives out under the weight of his body. Swearing, he pulls himself up with his right arm, discovering - the hard way - that it's dislocated.

      DAB:
      Dammit! Matt, pull the hog up beside me. I'll have to ride shotgun...
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    • Relka slowly made her way to the N.I.D. 

      "Well, are you excited to see the end of your blasphemous kind?"

      The human prisoner weakly stared his enemy in the face and let fly a ball of spittle. "You wanna know something about humans?" he coughed. 

      "Pray do tell little shisno. It will be entertaining I'm sure." 

      "Humans are very very hard to kill. In over twenty-five years of war you couldn't kill us off. You think blowing up one star system will make a difference after the hundreds of planets you destroyed? If so then you're more gulible than I thought."

      An angry zealot marched over and drew his enery dagger. The leader put up a hand. "Stand down. After the ritual is complete you may have your way with him."

      The zealout snarled, deactivated his dagger, and backed away. 

      Relka placed the det charge and began sprinting for the door heedless of the noise of her disembodied footsteps. 

      The leader walked around to where the sound had come from. A door whooshed open and shut again with no visable user. The leader pointed at two zealots. 

      "You two, follow it. Bring it to me alive or dead." The leader turned around and spied the det charge affixed to the casket. He yanked it off and Threw it across the room and then jumped ontop of his human prisoner. 

      The det charge exploaded and blew a hole in the side of the building. The rapid depressurization caused a few zealots the fly out and skid across the lunar surface. The human prisoner began to suffocate. Acting quickly, the leader got up and shoved an emergency facemask onto the human's head. 

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    • (It took over 25 years for the British to make the entire island of native Tasmanians extinct, I suppose it would not have made a difference if they had nukes.)

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    • (25 years to genocide an entire species isn't long. They would've done it, too, if they hadn't seceded.)

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    • Bristow pulls the largest chunks of Sangheili out of the Wraith, and drops down into the seat.

      Bristow: (COM) We've got a Wraith, everyone! Who wants to man the turret?

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    • Jinnah: I do. I know how to operate these things.

      Jinnah clambers into the turret seat.

      Jinnah: Just leave some for me.

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    • DAB, now in the passenger seat of the 'hog, calls over to Bravo's medic.

      DAB:
      Brace, could you come and take a look at me? I think I may have a broken leg...

      Brace jogs over to the Warthog and inspects DAB's injured leg.

      Brace:
      Not broken, fractured. Try not to move about on it, if you even can. Now lemme look at that arm.

      Pretending to inspect DAB's arm, Brace actually gets his hands in position to push it back into place.

      DAB:
      I think it's-

      Brace pushes the arm back into position, causing a wave of pain throughout DAB's body. He manages to stifle a loud 'Arrrgghhh', but still flinches.

      DAB:
      Dislocated...
      Brace:
      Sorry, but it's better to do it when you're not expecting it.
      DAB:
      You don't say?
      Michaels:
      Cut the chit-chat. DAB, you good to go?

      After flexing his arm, DAB shows Michaels a thumbs-up.

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    • (indeed, it would have been less then 10 if not for cole. however, given his situation I cannot blame him for trying to have faith.)

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    • (Stars, stop posting random nonsense. I see that this is in response to Red's comment but these irrelevant posts just contribute to lag and slow the procession of the RP.)

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    • Shrake kicks down a door to a building and runs up the main staircase, Yang and Beck close at heels.  

      Shrake (COM): Got eyes on the Wraith.  Having fun in there, Bristow?

      Suddenly, a rocket flies out from the shadows and connects with the Wraith's hull.   Its rear engine flashes on and off, as its ventral repulsors try desperately to keep it from falling.  The entire tank vibrates as if in pain.

      Beck: The hell was that?! 

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    • Bristow: (COM) I don't know, but the Wraith didn't like it!

      Inside, all sorts of warning lights are flashing.

      Bristow: (COM) Okay, this thing isn't gonna hold! Jinnah, let's bail!

      Bristow climbs out of the hatch. Jinnah starts to follow him, but suddenly, a follow-up rocket impacts. The Wraith makes a loud creaking sound, before the rear end explodes in a blue-purple ball of flame. Jinnah is caught in the blast.

      Bristow: Jinnah! No!

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    • As Matt slams his foot down to ram a Jackal before it can fire off the overcharged Plasma Pistol burst it was charging, DAB leans out of the passenger seat to headshot a trio of Grunts that had burst from an alleyway.

      DAB:
      Bip, bap, bam!
      Matt:
      Eh? 'Bip, bap, bam!' What's that supposed to mean?

      DAB laughs.

      DAB:
      Heh, just something an old colleague of mine used to say in situations like that. Made boot camp a helluva lot of fun...
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    • D'Angelo: She's gone! Let's go!

      D'Angelo drags Bristow away from the burning Wraith. A third rocket hits the vehicle, blowing it to pieces. The debris almost crushes the ODSTs.

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    • A Civet races down the street and comes to a smoke-throwing stop in front of the Wraith.  The passenger gets out and sprays the Wraith's carcass to make sure the crew inside is dead as a door nail.  Another baker's dozen of Army Troopers move up on either side of the six-wheeler and get into prone positions, acting as a sort of firing squad.  The rest of the unit, an M12R, an Ammunition Carrier, and a few other Troopers arrive at the scene.

      M12R Gunner: Ground target destroyed!

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    • (You've all been asking for it for ages, so here it is:

      DAB_Retcons.png

      You're welcome.)

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    • Bristow: You fucking idiots! We captured that thing! You fucking killed one of us!

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    • (What about Bristow and Jinnah's IFF tags? Wouldn't these new Marines know that they were in the Wraith?)

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    • (unless they where actually innies, yes.)

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    • (Stars, what? It was said they are Marines.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Bristow: You fucking idiots! We captured that thing! You fucking killed one of us!

      (I sense an Algolis moment coming on...)

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    • (*Bristow proceeds to grab one Marine, slam him into the ground and break his spine*)

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    • The gunner of the M12R jumps down and approaches Bravo.  "Hey, guys", he begins, "We're the 1212th Anti-Tank Platoon.  Here to hel-".  Before the Gunner can finish, he's punched to the ground by Beck.  The Trooper's comrades all call and shout to eachother and run over to see what's going on.  By the time they get there, Beck has captured the soldier in a choke-hold, and is forcing him to look at the Wraith and, more specifially, what's left of Jinnah.   "That's your fault!!", Beck screams, "That's you fucking fault!!  Get your head out of your ass!!  Get you fucking head out of your ass, damn it!!" He throws the soldier into the Wraith and continues to denounce him.

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    • Bristow turns around and faces the rest of Bravo.

      Bristow: Well, fellas, I have an idea. They killed one of us...

      He turns around and draws the Bowie knife strapped to his leg.

      Bristow: ...So we kill one of them.

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    • Hartley and Mandlebaum rush towards Bristow, knocking the knife off his hand and pinning him against the M12R.

      Hartley: Stand down, Bristow!

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    • Bristow shoves aside Mandlebaum and Hartley, and walks back to the Warthog. In his rage, he kicks one of the tires. Drago walks over and tries to calm him down.

      Bristow: They killed one of us, Ashley! They fucking killed her!

      Drago: I know, Damian. But they didn't know you were in there. Don't blame it on them.

      Bristow sits down against the side of the Warthog. Drago sits down next to him.

      Bristow: So you expect me to just accept that one of our own killed her?

      Drago: No, of course not. Just... Don't blame them, okay?

      Bristow: Fine. But Command will hear of this. If I don't get to kill him, maybe they will.

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    • Relka ran down the corridor. Her camo fizzled out. Her pursuers opened fire one with a storm rifle the other with plasma rifle. Her shields broke and she ducked behind a piece of cover. 

      Relka primed a plasma grenade and charged up her plasma pistol. She ducked out of cover again, stuck one of the zealots, and took down the shields of the other. The zealot stumbled and in that time she closed the gap and knocked him to the floor. 

      She stuck her plasma pistol in his mouth. He cringed away from the hot contacts and growled. 

      "My death will mea--," Relka fired sending burning bits of brain, mandible, and helmet all over the room. 

      She dusted herself off and turned around to find herself faced with a wall of armed unggoy and a sangheili captain. 

      "Hold your fire," the captain said. We'll let Field Marshall decide what to do with this spy."

      "Captain, she just killed two zealots."

      "I am aware Major. But I am in a good mood today."

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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote:
      Bristow: You fucking idiots! We captured that thing! You fucking killed one of us!

      (I sense an Algolis moment coming on...)

      (Ohoho. Clever this one is.)

      Evos looks over the flashing sensors while seated inside the main compartment of his Ghost. He reads over the details specified over the system: a group of Human forces had been detected at the scene of a dead Wrath, and were currently holding position there.

      He mumbles to himself, still upset that the contract he had with his prior employeer had been cut due to his 'indiscriminate actions' during the previous engagement at Algolis. It had been a very worthy payment if it had indeed went through, a way for him to expand his services more. But instead, it was cut and he was left to scramble for anything else.

      Evos however had managed to catch the attention of another contractor, the Legion of Malurok. And now he was employed to strike at any human forces that dared to stand against the Legion. He smiles, as he pivots his plasma cannons down towards the group he is approaching.

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    • (We're in a city covered by a giant dome, Fire. I don't think you can fly a Seraph in here.)

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    • (How did the Wraith get in? I would assume there is a space port that has been breached in order to move supplies through.)

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    • From the same direction as Army vehicles came from, a convoy of vehicles arrives. Out of one Warthog's passenger seat steps a tall man appearing to be in his fourties or fifties, his hair blond with streaks of grey. His uniform reveals that he is a Major. The figure walks towards Bravo, and picks out Hartley.

      Major: You must be First Lieutenant Hartley. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Major Stephen Meier, of the local Army batallion.

      Behind him, the convoy starts to unload supplies.

      Meier: We are going to set up a base of operations here. We were also tasked with assisting you in any way we can. If you need anything, you can just ask.

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    • FireDrag1091 wrote:
      (How did the Wraith get in? I would assume there is a space port that has been breached in order to move supplies through.)


      (The Wraith got in through the underground tunnels, just like we did.)

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    • (Oh, we're in a dome city? Is this the same city that the casket is located? If so I guess we'll just retcon the little detail about using a facemask to save the prisoner.)

      Relka was restrained and let back to the chamber witht he Field Marshall and the N.I.D. 

      "She killed two of our brothers Field Marshall."

      "She also came very close to ruining everything. Ten're, you were assigned security correct?

      Ten're stepped forward tentatively. "Yes Field Marshall."

      "The fact that this female breached the building is unacceptable. You are herby relieved of security duty and demoted to rank Minor."

      "Yes Field Marshall."

      "Report to one of the fireteams and die in battle."

      "Understood Field Marshall." The dejected sangheili lopped for the door and out onto the street. 

      "Now to deal with you," the Field Marshall said examining Relka. "Remove her helmet."

      A pair of unggoy rushed up and removed Relka's helmet none too gently. 

      "Protocol dictates that I execute you right now. Fortunately for you, I have been wanting for female companionship for nearly eight cycles now." The Field Marshall motioned two minors over. "Guard her. If she attempts to escape, kill her. Otherwise let her be."

      "Understood Field Marshall," the pair said in unison. 

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    • (One question: why does a Field Marshall give a shit about sex? These aren't Romans, you know. They don't care about sex other than for reproduction.)

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    • Hartley: Major, your men just killed one of my troopers. We'd appreciate an explanation for this.

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    • (All beings have a drive to mate. Sangheili are no different. And there are plenty devoid of scruples as the Field Marshall I describe.) 

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    • (You don't quite understand Sangheili culture, do you?

      1. There would never be a female running around doing combat in the first place.

      2. Sangheili focus on combat. The Field Marshall should be commanding his army right now. There is literally no reason for him to think about sex right now.)

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    • (Oh fine. I'm trying to connect threads that don't want to connect.

      By the way, Relka is an anomaly. That's part of the point.

      Let's just retcon everything I've done during this battle as BlaSDiv is in Sangheili space and can't do anything they'll just sit this one out. 

      I should have known better than to try and force plot points that don't make sense. For that I am sorry.

      I still plan to introduce Relka later on though.)

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    • Meier's face turns grim.

      Meier: I am deeply sorry. I will make sure fitting measure is taken, when the moment is right.

      He stops a soldier, who was carrying a radio console towards the building.

      Meier: Get Ramone. Make sure he stays on the base.

      The soldier salutes, and heads to the wreckage of the Wraith. Meier turns back to Hartley.

      Meier: But now, we must focus on the offensive. Here, I'll show you our attack plan...

      He walks over to a map of the city, and starts explaining the attack plan.

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Oh fine. I'm trying to connect threads that don't want to connect.

      By the way, Relka is an anomaly. That's part of the point.

      Let's just retcon everything I've done during this battle as BlaSDiv is in Sangheili space and can't do anything they'll just sit this one out. 

      I should have known better than to try and force plot points that don't make sense. For that I am sorry.

      I still plan to introduce Relka later on though.)

      (Don't feel bad, I have lost years of being able to rp in decent quantity. (thankfully not years strait but years by add ups.) This is after all a human story, we aren't even needed anymore then we are in games. In fact sometimes I only come hear to talk to you. But you just never settle for only a duo company.)

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    • (Stars, your company is very important to me. You are one of the very first people to greet me when I joined Halo Nation. If I don't reply for long periods it's because I have a tendency to get busy. For that I apologize.)

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    • (I understand, but if you don't comment on the tier 7 rp that demention will disintegrate from disuse in existence)

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    • (The problem with that RP series Stars, is that no one continues to play off each other's posts. It gets kind of boring when it's just the two of us and even more so for you when I get busy or forget to post for extended periods.) 

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    • (indeed, so lets change our strategy, we will make a rp where their are only 2 players allowed, you and I. If anyone else wants to join we will just tell them "you didn't post on the last rp in 2 years so we killed you off." I know it just being you and I is boring, but we have been reduced to beggars, so the rp theme will everyone else died when the rings mysteriously fired but us, and we are trying to survive with out the company of our own kind.)

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    • (The sad things is that an RP with two people is far more active than an RP with six.)

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    • (That's because you have to wait years for a 3rd person to post vs hours for a second person. I in no way shape or form plan on letting this be canon to any of my stories, just express that effect, and hang out with someone I rarly get to rp with.)

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    • (Then post. I have taken it upon myself to post whenever someone else does, or at least as often as I can, now it's up to you guys to actually do things too.)

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    • (Not exaggerating, I just went ahead and disinvited those who would not be a active member of my rps anyway, thus eliminating the need for them to never post. Basically any thread I make. Seeing how well I do simply castrating the dead flesh from the living body.


      But I have gone ahead and made a additional project. http://bravos-adventures.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:16370 )

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    • (Well I'm sitting this battle out simply because I botched the introduction of Relka and realized it was becoming a desparate attempt to keep myself included.

      Since I like to put the story above everything else I decided to cut my losses, retcon the events involving Relka, and simply wait for a better time to hop back in.

      I think that is better and more fair to you guys than trying to force my characters into situations where it doesn't make sense for them to be.)

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    • (Indeed, thus why the 2 life support rps.)

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    • Michaels:
      Going by this map, there should be a straight road up to the refinery - where they're keeping the Casket - just two blocks away.
      Meier:
      No doubt it'll be heavily fortified...
      Michaels:
      We've got no choice, the timer's ticking.

      The Warthog follows Bravo and the Army troops as they walk up the road. However, as they reach the turning, Hartley puts up a closed fist to stop the group. Michaels moves up to the edge of the building, and pokes his head round.

      Suddenly, he pulls back just as three seperate beam rifle shots cut through the space his head had just vacated. After pulling back to the main group, he informs the team:

      Michaels:
      We've got five Shade emplacements - I counted at least a couple of seperate models. Worse though, there's a Locust right at the end, standing right between us and the prize. A couple of Revenants and a Spectre, too, but the main problem is the infantry. There's at least a few dozen there, and a bunch of Jackal snipers in the buildings around.

      There is some murmuring, as Bravo considers the odds.

      Brace:
      We could try sneaking through alleys, see if we can surprise them?
      Michaels:
      No. If the snipers didn't get us in those tight spaces, their grenades would.
      Meier:
      Well then we've got no choice. We've got to fight straight down the center.

      There is a pause as Bravo contemplates this.

      Matt:
      Gee, d'you know what'd be great to have right now? A Wraith...
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    • Meier: Good luck, Bravo. My men will support your advance. Auf Wiedersehen.

      Bravo steps outside, and starts readying their weaponry.

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    • Hartley looks around for a few moments before turning his attention back to the troops.

      Hartley: We'll have to take our chances, we're running out of time. Use the vehicles as cover until you get close enough to frag them. Drago, see if you can find a good spot to take out those snipers.

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    • Bristow, barely even acknowledging Hartley's instructions, starts sprinting down the street.

      Bristow: Come and get me, you bastards!

      Immediately, a hail of plasma and needles descends upon Bristow. He dives for cover behind a car.

      Bristow: (COM) They're distracted now, take them out!

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    • Beck fires at a few exposed Elites, who promptly disappear behind cover. He then turns his attention to a charging Minor, who goes down with only a few shots.

      Beck: What the hell....

      Sasuun: Shields are symbols of cowardice-

      Sasuun obliterates another warrior with a barrage of hot lead.

      Sasuun: And intelligence.

      The Base of Fire team and Sasuun take position behind an overturned delivery trailer, and the Army-supported Assault team moves up through the alleyways.  Meier's men's M12R blasts an improvised entrance into the side of a building, which Maneuver and the rest of the troopers use to move up.

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    • A pair of Revenants appears from behind the line of Shades, firing their plasma mortars at the Army vehicles. The M12R is hit by one of the bolts and flips in the air, landing upside down. The gunner is crushed beneath the turret, but the driver manages to crawl out safely.

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    • Matt disembarks from the 'hog, followed by DAB who limps to a piece of cover. Without a valid weapon, DAB picks up a T-25 PP off the floor, and holds it in his left hand, while stealing a holstered SOCOM from Michael's person.

      Michaels:
      You could've asked...
      DAB:
      Asking's no fun. Any idea where those snipers are?
      Matt:
      No, but I'll draw their fire. Take note.

      He sticks his head over the top the MLX he was hiding behind, and fires a few random shots vaguely at the closest T-46 Spectre. Three different Beam Rifle shots fly past, missing entirely and forcing him to pull back, but as he ducks, a T-52 Focus Rifle burst hits the side of his helmet, melting the metal.

      Screaming, Matt pulls his helmet off leaving hot metal on one side of his face. He tries desperately to wipe it off with his gauntlet, but only ends up spreading it.

      Michaels:
      Dammit! We need a medic!
      DAB:
      Get him to safety, I'll cover!

      DAB breaks cover, and fires a continuous stream of plasma at the Focus Rifle sniper nest, while firing at another sniper emplacement with the SOCOM.

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    • (Dab is capable of running about? 

      I am wondering whether or not I should try some scenario management.) 

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    • (Do or do not.  There is no try ;) )

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