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    CAPTAIN'S LOG:

    Date: 18th November, 2553

    Location: UNSC Sword of Giants, in transit back to Earth.

    James Croft, Captain

    The Defense of Luna was a decisive success for the forces of the UNSC.  Once again, mankind was able to put aside its differences for the greater good.  Whenever a threat endangers us all, we all come together as one.  United we stand, not as worlds or nations, but as a species.  We feel the same, we think the same, act the same.  We are the same.  We should all work as one.

    If only this beautiful idealism was any more than that.  After a brief moment of shared mourning and relief, the UEG and its client planets once again divided themselves into separate governing and territories, and rebellion ensued.  

    Silence is the only of these rebel planets to ever approach their strive for freedom in a proper manner.  The Silence Independence Act was brought up for vote last month, but, despite a mere decimal difference, it failed.

    Presently, the people of Silence result to fighting, as many worlds before it have.  But that is humanity.  We feel the same, we think the same.  We act the same.  And when we do not get what we want, we fight for it.

    Major Gardener (as he became today, and rightly so) has been appointed head of operations for the newly-christened Eureka Division's role in the campaign.  I believe Gardener, though a risk taker, is a fit leader for the division.  I trust him with these people, and I trust him this mission.

    But they are all tired of battle.  Tired of war.  Hopefully, no such thing will happen.  Hopefully, the freedom fighters will sit and think of what they are about to do. 

    Hopefully, they won't do it at all.

    Eureka Division is being deployed in two weeks.  Godspeed

    MISSION LOG... END

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    • “So, we’re looking at mid 30’s, 40’s coming up tomorrow, with possible showers on Sunday”, the weatherman explained to the audience as if they couldn’t see the giant animated chart behind him, “Expect some delays, especially during the afternoon and evening. It should be dry just in time for the weekend. That’s the latest weather, back to you Chris.”

      “We’re taking a closer look at the new hot topic, the War on Silence. At the scene now is our very own Anna O’Donnel”, the screen splits down the middle with the anchor on one end and the reporter on the other.

      “Good morning, Anna”. There’s a brief pause, interplanetary communication always takes a while. “Good morning, Chis”, she finally speaks, “Tensions are high here on Silence as an anti-war rally, the largest of a series that have taken place over the past week, is coming to a rocky start. The organizers have assured police that this demonstration will remain peaceful, but mobile units have already been sent to secure the area in case history repeats itself. Elsewhere on the globe, no such promises have been made.”

      The screen cuts to a shot of a UNSC soldier idly firing at something off-screen. “A conflict is rising in the outer colonies”, the reporter’s voice-over begins, “a new generation of colonials, rebelling.” The screen cuts to a shot of a Scorpion tank platoon driving down a street, then a shot of general activity in a UNSC outpost. “For months on end, negotiators have worked tirelessly to organise some form of peace. To no avail”. Footage of a previous meeting is shown, with a UEG politician standing at a podium, “I believe the Silence conflict should not be ignored, and should not be underestimated”, he says to the flashing lights of photographers and hover-cams, “However, military action is not an option.” The screen cuts to shots of a battle from far away, the politician’s voice played over it, “This decade has already seen enough of war, and hatred, and oppression.”

      “It’s a war”, an older bald man says to the reporter in clips from a previously recorded interview, “They don’t have to say it is, but that’s what it is. It’s not just a war, it’s a World War.”, he nods to himself, “An invasion”.

      “Many Silencers share the sentiments of the freedom fighters”, the reporter speaks again as the screen shows a group of ragtag militants on the back of a hastily re-painted CiviHog. A few wave at the camera or put their fists in the air, the unofficial sign of the movement.

      “Some compare the resistance to a revolution.”

      “I just think, I just think that we can’t be controlled”, a woman speaks into the mic in yet another pre-recorded interview, “It’s the Unified Earth Government, y’know, not the Unified Galactic Government. Why should one board of people have the right to control entire worlds when they can’t even control their own? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.”

      The reporter’s obviously scripted voice goes on, “Others are more skeptical” “There’s too much going on”, a well-dressed man says in a final interview, “I’ve got a family to feed, a job to keep, all of that”, he smiles faintly, “I don’t want to have to deal with a bunch of sweaty kids running around with Misriahs.”

      The segment finally cuts back to a live shot of the reporter, “The UEG and the rebel forces have agreed on a cease fire for the duration of the rally and the following days for negotiation. The UEG has been warned that any military actions will result in immediate termination of the negotiation and an ultimatum.”

      “Citizens have been informed of possible danger due to the demonstration tonight, and have been told to stay indoors”, she puts emphasis on the last two words, “While the UNSC has not commented on the deployment of troops, Governor Labasco has said that stricter, possibly more offensive, police actions are not out of the question.”

      The screen divides again, “Thank you, Anna. Later today we’ll have an exclusive interview with Fleet Admiral Hood regarding recent events on Silence. Be sure to tune in for that.”, his voice suddenly shifts from serious to happy as background music begins to play, “Coming up next, the lost art of cursive writing and why some schools are bringing it back. Later, talking dogs? How your favorite pup’s voice can be heard with this brand new device. All that and more, later today.”

      Beck waves his hand and shuts of the device, before getting up and standing in front of his comrades. “There?”, he says pointing to the blank screen, “We’re going….there? The place where everyone doesn’t want us to go!?”, he paces around, “We’ll be criminals, animals!” “Ghosts”, Yang points out, “They don’t see us, they don’t hear us, they can’t blame us.” “But they will”, Kaflinski agrees with Beck, “we’ve already got a bad track record thanks to Algolis.” Bristow rolls his eyes.

      “But if they catch us, what would they do?”, Fisher asks, “I mean, they’re all about freedom, right? They wouldn’t keep prisoners.” “No”, Brace says grimly, “They wouldn’t keep prisoners.” She swallows upon realisation of the second meaning. “In that case, I hope that you are right, brother”, Sasuun looks to Yang, “Ghosts.”

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    • Relka sat in a seat in an empty compartment wearing nothing but a one piece cloth suit. 

      It had taken a while for the Commander to sort out all the red tape. Fortunately for her the marines who detained her were not quite as trigger happy as their reputation implied.

      One of them, Everson, if she remembered right was even mildly pleasant with her and made for a decent conversationalist while she was being processed. 

      Now she was finally aboard the Righteous Fury. Being interogated. It was apparently a new standard procedure and she understood the reasoning for the precaution but she still resented the lack of trust after all the cycles of her life she had devoted to the Black Seraph Division. 

      "Last question," a disembodied voice said. "What is your favorite color?"

      Relka smirked. Now she new who had written the questionnaire. "Blue-green."

      An unggoy walked in to the room and removed the sensor nodes from her arms and chest. "Congratulations Relka. You passed with flying colors."

      "Leave it to Taybab the godless grunt to come up with such an interesting interrogation script."

      "How was life among the heathens?" Taybab said was they walked to the crew mess. 

      "Interesting to say the least. First of all, I would have been the heathen to them and you would have been far worse. Second, seven or eight different prayers every day becomes exhausting. Oh and they either really like you for being a competent female warrior or they hate your entrails for it." 

      "I'm sure you have many wonderful stories to tell. Please sit. We've got some of the best chow in space," Taybab walked over to the counter for the galley and acquired two plates from the cook.

      "Chow?" Relka asked.

      "It means food. Which is much, much better now that we have a living cook on board instead of those vacuum packed rations."

      The pair picked up their eating utensils and began eathing with realish. 

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: Relka sat in a seat in an empty compartment wearing nothing but a one piece cloth suit. 

      It had taken a while for the Commander to sort out all the red tape. Fortunately for her the marines who detained her were not quite as trigger happy as their reputation implied.

      One of them, Everson, if she remembered right was even mildly pleasant with her and made for a decent conversationalist while she was being processed. 

      Now she was finally aboard the Righteous Fury. Being interogated. It was apparently a new standard procedure and she understood the reasoning for the precaution but she still resented the lack of trust after all the cycles of her life she had devoted to the Black Seraph Division. 

      "Last question," a disembodied voice said. "What is your favorite color?"

      Relka smirked. Now she new who had written the questionnaire. "Blue-green."

      An unggoy walked in to the room and removed the sensor nodes from her arms and chest. "Congratulations Relka. You passed with flying colors."

      "Leave it to Taybab the godless grunt to come up with such an interesting interrogation script."

      "How was life among the heathens?" Taybab said was they walked to the crew mess. 

      "Interesting to say the least. First of all, I would have been the heathen to them and you would have been far worse. Second, seven or eight different prayers every day becomes exhausting. Oh and they either really like you for being a competent female warrior or they hate your entrails for it." 

      "I'm sure you have many wonderful stories to tell. Please sit. We've got some of the best chow in space," Taybab walked over to the counter for the galley and acquired two plates from the cook.

      "Chow?" Relka asked.

      "It means food. Which is much, much better now that we have a living cook on board instead of those vacuum packed rations."

      The pair picked up their eating utensils and began eathing with realish. 

      Kai: "So what's on the menu?"

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    • "Pulled Cholo meat with mached tutchu doused with butter and a small pastry for dessert," the sangheili cook said from behind the counter.

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    • Kai: "Sounds great, whats for drink?"

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    • Kai: "Btw nice to meet you, My name is Kai, pronounced K-ai-II, I am skilled in marksmen, melee, guarding, stealth attack, scouting, I been trained to set camp if we stay somewhere long enough by a former commander, I am however poor skilled in mid ranged combat. If you need anything I will be in the kitchen most freetime.

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    • "Water is the beverage for today and most days. I am Rev 'Gurut the Gourmet. An unrespected profession on most sangheili worlds but coveted in space."

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    • Kai: "Maby sangheili just prefer to eat fresh vegetables and raw meat."

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    • (Hey Stars, sorry about the typo. For the time being, The Zealous Fury is in orbit around Luna.)

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    • (Have you even read the intro, Thel?)

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    • (Yes. And I double checked it. Continutity error? I just edited the above post.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (How about we just keep the ranks the same?)

      (I just retconned it. Can someone post?)

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    • The doors of the cryo bay open, and Bristow walks inside.

      Bristow: Hey guys, check this out!

      Where his right lower arm used to be before the battle on the moon, now is a skeletal prosthetic. He holds it up, turns it around and clenches it.

      Bristow: Hey, toss me that helmet, will you?

      Beck picks up the helmet next to him and throws it to Bristow.

      Bristow: Watch this.

      Using his new metal arm, he crushes the helmet as if it were a tin can, sending splinters of the visor everywhere.

      Bristow: Pretty neat, huh?

      In the back, Drago chuckles and shakes her head.

      Drago: Boys when they get new toys...

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    • Beck just stares in shock.

      Beck: That was...I...

      The rest of Bravo gets up and goes about their business.  Brace offers Beck a sarcastic pat on the back.

      Beck: That...

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    • Jones: Holy shit, that was amazing! That.. that reminded me of that movie called The Phantom Pain, way back during the 90's.

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    • (Shameless Metal Gear Solid refference for the win!)

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    • (Least it wasn't The Phantom Menace.)

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    • (Hey, I actually liked that movie. Well, I liked bits and pieces of it. Well, okay I just like the duel with Darth Maul.)

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    • (Maul was literally the only good thing about The Phantom Menace.)

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    • Bristow: But I was planning on using this bad boy on the faces of some Innies.

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    • Matt walks into the room, flicking a coin up into the air, catching it, then repeating. He pockets the coin as he walks up to a cryo pod, entering the code to open it.

      Michaels:
      Hey, Matt?

      Matt turns to speak to him, revealing the burnt half of his face. Michaels and several other members of Bravo visibly wince.

      Matt:
      Yeah, Michaels?
      Michaels:
      Uh, nevermind...

      Matt stands there awkwardly for a second, scratching the back of his neck, before deciding to ignore that interaction, and turning back to prepping his cryo pod.

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    • Engineer: Right, here we go.  Watch your head.

      Brace elbows Shrake.

      Brace: Would you look at that?  It's the rookie's first cryo trip.

      Shrake looks over, and sees an naval engineer coaching Yang through the basics of cryogenics.  

      Shrake: Don't they teach them that?  Don't they teach them anything?

      Brace: Maybe he's home defense.  Luna to Earth is just a hop, skip, and a jump.

      The engineer fiddles with a terminal and the pod's door slides closed.

      Shrake: If he's the last one up, we're drawing on his face.

      Brace: Deal.

      The two then approach their pods, exchange nodding looks of mischievous excitement, and effortlessly close their doors from the interior control panel.

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      Engineer: Right, here we go.  Watch your head.

      Brace elbows Shrake.

      Brace: Would you look at that?  It's the rookie's first cryo trip.

      Shrake looks over, and sees an naval engineer coaching Yang through the basics of cryogenics.  

      Shrake: Don't they teach them that?  Don't they teach them anything?

      Brace: Maybe he's home defense.  Luna to Earth is just a hop, skip, and a jump.

      The engineer fiddles with a terminal and the pod's door slides closed.

      Shrake: If he's the last one up, we're drawing on his face.

      Brace: Deal.

      The two then approach their pods, exchange nodding looks of mischievous excitement, and effortlessly close their doors from the interior control panel.

      (XD)

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      Locke: Bristow, don't use it on anyone's head. Especially mine.

      (Scared of losing your Hunter helmet?)

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    • Since there's no bin around, Bristow simply drops the crushed helmet on the ground.

      Bristow: Well, sweet dreams, everyone. The last to wake up gets a dick drawn on his face.

      He looks at Drago, who climbs into the pod next to him.

      Bristow: Sweet dreams, Ashley.

      Drago: Good night, Damian. Don't dream of Holt, now.

      With that, both pods close.

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    • Chyenka steps uncomfortably onto the cryo bay. Although it's been over a month since he lost right leg below the knee, he hasn't adjusted to the prosthetic or the awkward feeling it gives his gait.I know, I posted prematurely and then had to go soon after fixing it.

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    • (Practically everyone in Bravo is disabled in some way lol)

      Watching the door of the cryo pod slowly close to seal him in, Matt closes his eyes, letting the numbing cold seize him as he is put under the ice.

      Awaking with a start weeks later, he was shocked to see red warning lights blaring in the cryo bay. The cryotube's door automatically opens, making Matt panic for a moment; the room might have been depressurised. When he found he was still able to breath, he took a moment to relax, before sprinting over to a terminal to check the read-out. This section of the ship was still pressurised, but they seemed to have been hit by a MAC round, which tore straight through the hull. The room on from the cryo bay was depressurised, and the readout showed a claw-like shape of red-highlighted rooms going right through the center of the ship...

      (What I'm thinking is that the conflict escalated while Bravo was under, and that the ship was shot by a Silence rebel-controlled MAC gun. Feel free to change any details, if necessary.)

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    • The doctors hastily roll the stretcher down the main corridor, shouting "make way" to onlookers at varying degrees of intensity.  The sight was horrible.  Some Marine in an assortment of rags muttering and spasming, shaking so hard that a team of engineers had to tie him down with cargo rope.  

      The team bashes through the doors and rushes their patient to an IV unit.  An older medical division soldier, Bradley, immediately addresses the situation with his usual detachment and aridity.

      Head Surgeon Bradely: What's this?

      Doctor: We found him in the cryo bay.  He's hardly consious, but just enough to hit the emergency escape override.

      Head Surgeon Bradley: How long's he been doing this?

      Doctor: Since we found him.  A couple minutes at the most.

      Taking the surgeon's grim silence to mean "get out of the way", the team disperses and watches as Bradley does some examinations.

      Bradley: It's gas of some kind, his brain activity's been increased in all the wrong areas.

      Patient: The...the rebels...rebels...can't breathe...the rebels have a...

      Bradley: He's delusional.  You, get in contact with cryogenics, see if any thing happened to the oxygen supply. 

      The soldier gives a crisp salute.

      Bradley: The rest of you, find out what you can about him.  I need to know his entire medical history before I start hooking up to anything.

      The medical team gets to work.

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    • Bristow gets out of his pod, and coughs up some gel.

      Bristow: Agh, fucking cryopods...

      A couple of other pods have already been opened, including Matt's. Bristow doesn't take notice, however, as he is still too sleepy. He steps into the shower, which has a window. As he washes off the gel, he looks as the Sword of Giants hovers over Silence.

      After showering, he walks back into the cryo bay, dresses himself, and opens all the pods that hadn't been opened yet.

      Bristow: Rise and shine, boys. There's Innies waiting for us to kick their asses.

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    • (Are you implying that Matt's gone crazy...? Cause I'm cool with that.)

      Matt quickly sprints over to Hartley's pod, and smashes his hand against the 'emergency override' button, but to no avail. He looks at Hartley's frozen face in the cryotube, before looking back to the controls. After trying for a good half minute to get the cryotube open, he eventually gives up and looks back at Hartley, saying "Sorry, mate" as he does so. However, when he looks back, he doesn't see Hartley.

      He sees a Kig-Yar screeching at him. He falls backwards, scampering away as fast as he can. He comes across a discarded M6G magnum as he does so, and turns and fires at the pod the Kig-Yar was in, cracking the glass. However, the Kig-Yar wasn't there anymore.

      He looks back at his own hand, surprised to see that, instead of a Magnum, there were Flood growths all over his arm, and he had three whip-like extensions coming out. In a panic-induced state, he throws the Magnum away, and his hand reverts to normal.

      He gets up and runs to the armoury door. His BDU was in there, and if he could put it on, he could get through the depressurised areas to get to the bridge. He smacks the door override, and the blast door opens, only to reveal another set of blast doors right in their exact place. He keeps hitting the button over and over again, but the same thing happens. The blast doors open to reveal another set of blast doors, each time.

      Suddenly, all of the remaining cryo pods open with a hiss, and human Flood combat forms of Bravo step out, and walk towards him, cornering him in the middle of the blast doors.

      Matt:
      Get away from me, monsters!

      With one, simultaneous deep voice, the Flood forms all say: "We are not the monster..." and then he hears Michaels' voice finishing the sentence "You are." When he looks up, Matt finds that they've all turned back to their human selves, meanwhile when he looks at his own face in their visors, he sees half of it covered in Flood-like growths, all bulging and pulsating in a sickly rhythm.

      (Matt is now a PTSD-suffering, self-concious wreck of a man. Yay...)

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    • (Matt's in the medbay. Do you even read posts m9?)

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    • (Do you even think about the significance of the posts? Do you really think I'm suggesting that Hartley turned into a Kig-Yar, Matt's infected by the Flood and there is an infinite loop of blast doors in the cryo bay?)

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    • Brace: What the fuck...what the fuck!?  Someone's gonna die!

      Brace immediatley turns to Shrake.

      Brace: Traitor!

      The accused falls over laughing.

      Shrake: You fucking idiot!  Did you really think I would listen?

      Yang: For the record, I heard you both.  All of it.

      Brace: Fucking hell!  This better not be permanent!

      Shrake laughs even harder.

      Shrake: I got it from the hangar!  It's not marker it's maintenance paint!

      After a series of unintelligible growls and curses, Brace shoves the two out of the way and storms out of the room.

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    • Bradley:
      Are his vitals ok?
      Matt:
      M-m-monsters! Flood! Aarrghhh!
      Medical_Officer:
      They look normal. Elevated pulse, but no other bad signs.
      Bradley:
      I see...

      Bradley continues to inspect Matt, when Croft speaks to him over the intercoms.

      Croft_(intercom):
      Bradley, what's going on down there?
      Bradley_(COM):
      A member of Bravo, sir. One 'Matthew Davis'.
      Croft:
      What's wrong with him?
      Bradley:
      Seems like the onset of a panic attack, brought on by a negative reaction to the cryo drugs.
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    • (For Dab's funeral please return to the Nineteenth Battle. http://bravos-adventures.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:15345#358)

      (New thread for the funeral. http://bravos-adventures.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:17464)

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    • (Awaiting orders.)

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    • A doctor wheels over a trolley of various machinery, topped with a tank of liquid and a straw-thin pipe.

      Bradley: That will do, Torres.  Somebody please restrain the patient.

      The doctors, nurses, and curious passers-by pinned down Matt's flailing extremities.  Bradley grabs the pipe and screws on a metal tip.

      Bradley: Okay, prepare to monitor his vitals.  3.  2.  1.

      The clear tank is drained of its filling, and the rapidly vibrating body suddenly becomes still.  

      Doctor: Everything is nominal.  

      Bradley: Good work, people.  Very good work.


      4 hours later, the Sword of Giant's bridge...


      Chetner: Captain Croft.  Why in god's name are you late?

      Croft: Ah, hello Admiral Chetner.  What a pleasant surprise...

      Chetner: That tongue of yours is going to get you in serious trouble one day, Croft.  This is an inexcusable absence from a prearranged meeting which-

      Croft: Which you were not notified of, Admiral.  And intentionally.  I arranged a meeting with Major Gardener- good morning, Major -about events that may occur in the following deployment.  I did not, however, arrive on this bridge to be insulted and ridiculed onboard my own ship.  Now, please, you may leave.

      Chetner: One of these days you'll listen to me...

      Croft: You may leave.

      Chetner begrudgingly leaves the room.

      Gardener: You've still got some spunk in you, eh Captain?

      Croft: No, Major, I'm far too old for "spunk".  The only thing I have left is "sense".  And I have more than enough of it to know that I should never listen to that war-hawk of a man.

      Gardener: It's nice to see you again, Captain.

      They shake hands, the first formal introduction they've since Gardener was a Lieutennant.

      Croft: The pleasure is mine.  How was your trip?

      Gardener: I'm lucky enough to say that that "Cryo Fever" going around has not gotten to me, yet.

      Croft: This...incident is going to cost you a lot of your unit, Major.  We're finding more and more delusional marines during thaw-out.

      Gardener: Must've been hell for them on the way here.

      Croft: Hell hardly begins to describe it.  I've contacted some rleadership planetside, they say they'll devote some more units to you.  I intend to have your division combat effective by the time it sees first contact.

      Gardener: Combat effective?  Captain, you are aware of who you're talking about.  We've got some great guys with us.  Chyenka, Cantor, Hartley, hell, even Brown might have some fight left in her.

      Croft: Task Force Hotel's position is strictly reserve following the catastrophe at the Rhi-

      Gardener: Aw, come on, Captain.  They want to be useful, is all.  And we're short on people, as you said.  

      Croft: I'm not sure I want to risk-

      Gardner: Risk?  Fortune favors the bold.

      Croft: *sigh* It's your divison, Sean, I'm in no position to stop you.  But just know that your actions now have consequences.  Serious consequences.  Take it from me, officer to officer.  Whatever you do, you will regret it.  No matter what.

      Gardener: Understood, Captain.

      Gardener walks to the bridge's exit.

      Croft: Major, I'm serious.

      Gardener: I know, Captain.

      He boards the elevator to the hangar.  

      Gardener: I know. 

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    • (Pardon the double-post, guys, just a matter of getting you all involved)

      Intercom: Attention, will the following units please report to the hangar for briefing: Task Force Charlie, Task Force Bravo, Task Force India, Sierra Company, and the 112th Armored Recon Platoon. Once again, that is Task Force Charlie, Task Force Bravo, Task Force India, Sierra Company, and the 112th Armored Recon Platoon, please report to the hangar.

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    • Chyenka, having stepped out of his cryo pod, stretches his arms - they tended to ache after a long trip in cryo. The intercom message plays out, and he, when he catches Bravo's name in it, begins to head to the hangar.

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    • Gardner is waiting at the head of a makeshift briefing room in the old bomber storage wing, previously closed off due to the Sword's lack of bombers.  It's relatively quiet due to its seclusion.  The Major looks up from a data tablet and notices Chyenka and a few others walk in.

      Gardener: Hey, how you doing, guys?   

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    • Beck: Relatively well. Brace is covered in paint, though.

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    • Bristow: Yeah, Shrake drew a dick on his face. He was so pissed off, probably because they had agreed to do so on the new kid.

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    • Gardener: New kid?  There are no "new kids" in my division, private.  Only soldiers, and damn good ones.  

      He waits for a reaction.

      Gardener: Nah, I'm just kidding.  I'm not bothering with that whole "gentleman officer" act that they do.  They're all nuts anyhow.  Speaking of anyhow, let's get to the mission, shall we?

      Gardener nods to an ensign, who activates a screen behind him.  An ancient image of some kind of wood and fabric kite appears.

      Gardener: 650 years ago, two brothers, Orville and Wilbur Wright, created the first successful heavier-than-air flying machine, an advent that birthed a new age of invention, and a perfect implement for both war and peace; the aircraft.  Yesterday's duels of aces high in the clouds, has evolved into the modern frenzies in the cold void of space that we know so well.  

      The screen shows a squadron of Longswords escorting a UNSC frigate.

      Gardener: Thus far, the UNSC's space fighters have proved vital to the war effort.  The opposing rebels and other forces have not managed to muster any effective space superiority fighters, leaving their fleets vulnerable,.  Aside from their few ship-borne weapons, they do not posses any form of countermeasure.  Our navy is dominating the ill-equipped one serving the colonial forces. In Space, they pose us no threat.  At least, that's what the press would have you believe.  

      The screen changes to display a logo, the EUREKA eagle soaring over a UNSC fleet above a vaguely defined planet, all behind bold letters that state the mission's name.

      Gardener: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Operation KITTYHAWK.  You are now involved in something that goes well beyond secrecy and into non-existence.  As such, the briefing will not continue until Drop.  You must not speak of this to anyone.  You must never mention your involvement, its objectives, or its very being.  I don't care it's your best friend, your partner, or your grandma with two days to live.  Nobody will know of this.  Understood?

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    • Bristow: KITTYHAWK? What the hell kind of name is that?

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    • Gardener: Ah, Bristow.  I can immediately tell that you know your history.  Any real questions?

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    • Bristow: I know what it means. But it's such a dumb name. Who even comes up with the operation names around here?

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    • Gardener cringes.

      Gardener: Boy, you are so lucky that I know you....

      Ensign: Sir?  Time.

      Gardener: I hear you.  Alright, that's it everyone.  Standard drop insertion, it's afternoon down there.  Weather's fine.  Local militia is all we'll see, most likely.  Birds are singing, flowers are blooming.  Kids like them...

      The screen shows some rag-tag militants posing for a picture. 

      Gardener: Should be burning in hell.  Get to it, guys.

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    • (Not Sabres, Sean, Longswords/Broadswords/Shortswords. Sabres never made it into mass production.)

      Matt walks on to the deck, slightly disorientated and with bags under his eyes, but ultimately, better.

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    • (The new members will arrive by Pelican from the surface of Silence. Why is Phillips already on the SoG?)

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    • (They could arrive by Pelican into the Sword too, Red)

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    • (That's what I mean. Phillips apparently was with us all along, though.)

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    • (Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll edit my post.)

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    • Beck climbs into his pod and clicks his BR55 into position besides him.  He had aquired a new helmet from another ODST named Jacobs.  Or was it Jasper?  Jackowitz?  J-something, that's for sure.  Whatever it was, it didn't take long for the soldier to be badgered into giving up his old helmet.  "I've got a bunch of 'em", the grizzled veteran had said, "Innies that wear the helmets of dead Helljumpers deserve no better.  Ripped 'em right off the poor bastards. "  "Uh", Beck stammered., "their heads or their helmets?"  J-something thrust a helmet Beck's arms and grinned menacingly, "Both".

      The new helmet smelled horribly, and the visor was covered wih scratches and claw marks.  Traces of various paint schemes, from arctic camo to Silence Rebellion auburn, haunted the extreme edges of the grey helm like ghosts.  The right side featured "UNSC" stamped over what appeared to be a very artsy logo.  "Coy-Wolf", it looked like, probably the signature of a rebel.  On the opposite side, "Kills" were listed in tallies, "Fucks Given" were listed in empty space.  The rear of the helmet was hastilly painted gun metal grey, trying to cover up a caricature of a UNSC Marine being ripped apart by some sort of canine.  The grey paint, however, was plainly see-through when dry.

      Beck: Bristow!  Bristow, get over here!

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    • Bristow peeks his head around the corner.

      Bristow: What is it? I got a bit of hamburger stuck between my fingers and it won't come out. I'm trying to find a way to pull it out of there.

      As he steps around the corner, he continues to try to remove the bit of meat from his prosthetic with his Bowie knife.

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    • Beck: Bristow!  Look at this!  

      Beck hold up the helmet.

      Beck: Look what you fucking did!

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    • Bristow: What'd I do with that?

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    • Beck: Well, I don't know Mr. Million Dollar Hand!  What did you do?

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    • Bristow: I broke your helmet... But what'd I do wth this one?

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    • (I'm retconning the previous post. It was dumb.)

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    • Beck simply stares in reply, before closing the pod's hatch and putting the helmet on.

      Beck: I hope that hamburger rusts.

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    • (Now I really don't know what I should do with BlaSDiv. I suppose I could create an RP thread exclusively for them and invite others to join. Or maybe I'll just find some way to work them into these stories. Which might become a running gag if it goes on long enough.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Now I really don't know what I should do with BlaSDiv. I suppose I could create an RP thread exclusively for them and invite others to join. Or maybe I'll just find some way to work them into these stories. Which might become a running gag if it goes on long enough.)

      (Or, BlaSDiv could become a side plot. Basically, Sangheili factions are supplying rebels on Silence. BlaSDiv becomes an investigative unit dedicated to stopping them, temporarily.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Now I really don't know what I should do with BlaSDiv. I suppose I could create an RP thread exclusively for them and invite others to join. Or maybe I'll just find some way to work them into these stories. Which might become a running gag if it goes on long enough.)
      (Or, BlaSDiv could become a side plot. Basically, Sangheili factions are supplying rebels on Silence. BlaSDiv becomes an investigative unit dedicated to stopping them, temporarily.)

      (I like that idea very much Agent Locke. Thank you for the suggestion.)

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    • Phillipae's phantom set down inside the Fury's hangar bay. He slowly made his way to his cabin. He had lost comrades before. People who he had formed deep connections with had died before his eyes. 

      The Spartan's passing was no different. Maybe everything Phillipae had seen and down was just catching up with him. Or perhaps it was how the Spartan had demonstrated how Honor was not like stone but like water. It could be lost and regained rather than pulverized and unsalvagable. 

      Phillipae took a step outside himself, pondered these ideas for a moment, and then steeled himself once again. He was stronger than this. Letting depression bind him would desecrate the memory of the fallen. He would honor Dab's death the same as he had all his other friends deaths. He would honor him by action. 

      Taybab entered Phillipae's cabin. He carried a datapad and was examining it closely.

      "Commander, we are slowly but surely regaining our former strength. Projections suggest that within just three standard cycles we can begin expanding beyond our original scope. 

      Now for the bad news. Jiralhanae worlds especially Doisac are in complete and utter chaos. Substantial numbers have combat ready fleets at their disposal. There are a few Chieftans we've identified that seem like they'd make good allies or at the very least leaders unlikely to attack the Swords. 

      Futher more Commander, I would like to amend our new directive to include peace keeping action accross known space given that many Agents are of non-sangheili species. I understand the need for priorities but please just consider adding that to the mission statement. 

      Oh and we have intelligence on som human rebels on a world called Silence. They appear to be receiving shipments of Covenant weaponry. Old stuff. Very little current generation tech. Recommendations are that we investigate the matter."

      "Silence," Phillipae mused. "I believe that Task Force Bravo has been deployed there for anti-insurrectionist action."

      Taybab checked something on his datapad. "You are correct Commander."

      "How are we doing on supplies?"

      "We have over three sub-cycles worth of food. More if we ration it more tightly."

      "Froal is currently in command of Mother Base. He'll take care of it for me. Computer, set a course for the system of the world Silence."

      "Acknowledged Commander," the computer droned.

      "Taybab, please direct Froal to begin Operation Jir'a'ul. Begin inserting our operatives amongst Jiralhanae forces. We will choose who to push later."

      "I'm sure our jiralhanae agents will love this operation name."

      "If comments are made inform them that it is a joke and it is below them to gripe about it."

      "Understood Commander."

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    • Kai: "You said something about insurrectionist being given cheap obsolete nock offs of covenant tec? I don't understand that, what kind of gift is that to a ally? that's a insult, its part of why unggoy and kig-yar always hated sangheili, I thought its been established humans actually have the guts to go extinct rather then except such disrespect. Dealing with them should be easy diplomatically when its their turn."

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      (After 72 hours of playing the R6S beta, I'm back!)

      (That hyped-up game with no campaign?)

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    • Sean4333 wrote: Beck simply stares in reply, before closing the pod's hatch and putting the helmet on.

      Beck: I hope that hamburger rusts.

      Bristow: Why are you even wearing that helmet? Just ask the quartermaster for a new one. It's what I do every time I lose one.

      Finally, the piece of hamburger comes out of the skeletal frame.

      Bristow: Also, titanium doesn't rust.

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:

      Dab checked something on his datapad. "You are correct Commander."

      ( :O )

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    • Jones (to Bristow): You say that as if you've had experience. Say, how many helmets did you lose till now?

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    • Bristow begins putting his weaponry into place.

      Bristow: Well, one broke when I got attacked by that Jackal suicide bomber on Ascoria. I threw another at an Innie on Algolis. And I never got the helmet back I used on the moon.

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    • Jones: Well, it's your luck then. I've lost over 6 helmets till now. Damn Ackerman, he used one of my helmets for target practice. And he went away without paying the debt.

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:

      (Story of my life.)

      (Story of your RP life. Your real life is about plundering ships and ruling the galaxy...

      ..right, Stars?)

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    • Bristow: Yeah, but you're, like, 80 or something. Not all of us are immortal Spartans.

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    • Jones: I ain't immortal like Thor, just a former ORION operator. Damn, wish Dab was still here, he'd have given me company..

      Jones takes his Jetpack and attaches it to his back.

      Jones: I guess I haven't lost enough of things already.

      Jones goes to the armory to pick up a few things.

      Jones: Hey buddy, help me here, will ya?

      Quartermaster: Yeah, what d'ya want?

      Jones: Get me a M6C Magnum.

      Quartermaster: Here ya go. By the way, what happened to your M6D?

      Jones: Well, I lost it.

      Quartermaster: Damn you guys, the weapons are depleting rapidly. And Beck was here recently, asking for a helmet. He said that Bristow guy crushed his helmet...

      Jones: Yeah, Mr. Venom Snake.

      Quartermaster: You think that guy's crazy?

      Jones: Crazy? Yeah, but it is useful for this team with just one crazy guy. Shotty guys are the best for craziness. Just slide over to the enemy and pump a shot into him, and it's all but game over for the poor enemy. Right then, trade this MA5B and get me a M319, and after this mission get that new one called MA5D or something, I don't know.

      Quartermaster :You're lucky, nobody uses MA5Ds much, hell, many don't even know it exists so we got adequate amount of stock. And.. yeah, here's the M319.

      Jones: Well then, see ya after kicking some Innie butt.

      Quartermaster: Bye.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      Thel Vadam4321 wrote:

      Dab checked something on his datapad. "You are correct Commander."

      ( :O )

      (#DABlives)

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    • (I'm terribly sorry for the typo guys. But you must admit that Dab's name did bear a resemblence to unggoy names.)

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:
      Kai: "You said something about insurrectionist being given cheap obsolete nock offs of covenant tec? I don't understand that, what kind of gift is that to a ally? that's a insult, its part of why unggoy and kig-yar always hated sangheili, I thought its been established humans actually have the guts to go extinct rather then except such disrespect. Dealing with them should be easy diplomatically when its their turn."

      "Old does not necessarily mean cheap or obselete Kai," Taybab said as he swiped across his pad's screen. "You also forget, that it is unlikely these sangheili are friends of the Insurrection. More likely they are arming them for the same reason ONI's been arming sangheili. To keep everyone busy fighting one another."

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (I'm terribly sorry for the typo guys. But you must admit that Dab's name did bear a resemblence to unggoy names.)

      (Agreed. Dab sounds very similar to Dadab, an important character in Contact: Harvest, I think,)

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    • (Yes. Dadab was a Deacon and a friend to huragok Lighter than Some.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote: Jones: Right then, trade this MA5B and get me that new one called MA5C or something, I don't know.

      (New? The MA5C's been in service for over fifty years.)

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    • (It's so old it got replaced by the MA5D by now.)

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    • (I have a cousin called Kai.)

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    • (Damn. I've got a cousin named Sai.

      And no, he is not Chinese. Sai is an Indian name.)

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    • (My favorite huragok was named Something Stinks)

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    • (Sai?  Like the dagger?  That's a pretty badass name.  Doesn't it mean something like "King" in Hindi?)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Sai?  Like the dagger?  That's a pretty badass name.  Doesn't it mean something like "King" in Hindi?)

      (No, that's Shah, I think.)

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    • Kai: "Hey guys, I noticed one of the plasma rifles on the ship was broken, and instead of giving it to a huragok I tried to fix it my self, I figured, it shouldn't be so hard right? Weal, I think I ruined it, now it only fires one bolt at a time, and the shots are much larger and have a higher velocity. It has a kick to it when it fires. Should we recycle it and start fresh?

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    • Bristow climbs into his SOEIV.

      Bristow: Who's ready to kick some ass?

      While the hatch closes, he dons his helmet.

      Bristow: (COM) I sure am!

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    • Jones: Hell Yeah !

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    • As Chyenka attaches his grenade launcher onto his SOEIV, he notices Oscar entering the deployment bay. He taps Hartley on his shoulder and gestures to the new arrival.

      Chyenka: Guess that's our new Driscol. Better give him a warm welcome to Bravo.

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    • Hartley: Yeah.

      Phillips enters the deployment bay, right behind Oscar.

      Hartley: And that's Jinnah's replacement.

      Hartley gestures to the remaining members of Bravo, before climbing into his pod.

      Hartley: We've got new blood, everyone. Make sure they get comfortable.

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    • Anthony Phillips nods at the group of ODSTs, Bravo Team. As he clipped his weapons of choice into the Drop Pod, he decided he'd learn straight from source the purpose of the mission.

      Phillips: So, what exactly is this operation? Is this Innies? Or is this those Covvie bastards?

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    • Brace: Well, you see.  It's sort of a funny thing...

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    • Anthony slid his helmet on as the hatch of the Drop Pod closed in front of him.

      Phillips: I'm listening.

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    • Brace: It don't matter if you're listening, kid.  I told you, it's sort of a funny thing.

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    • Elizabeth put her ODST helmet on she then saluted. 

      "Reporting for duty sir!" Liz said.

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    • Chyenka fixed his rifle onto the pod and climbed inside, before closing the door.

      Chyenka (COM): Is this a hot drop, sir? straight to Hell?

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    • Bristow stares at the newcomers from inside his pod.

      Bristow: (COM) Newcomers, huh? Don't try to die on your first mission. Would be such a shame...

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    • Jones: Bristow, here's a deal, if I don't kill about 25 Innies, scrap my helmet. And even if I do kill 'em, scrap it. I'm gonna increase the number to 7.

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    • (Best deal 2K15 10/10 would accept again - IGN)

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    • Lindberg (COM): It's not my first mission. I fought the Covies when they invaded Earth. Got scars to show for it too.

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    • Bristow opens the hatch of his pod again, and climbs out. He's easily a head taller than Lindberg is.

      Bristow: Sure, rookie. But were you there when we attacked the Ark? Were you there when we raided Ascoria and Oban? Were you there when we defeated the Covies on the moon?

      Bristow's right arm twitches.

      Bristow: You think your scars are bad, new blood?

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    • Oscar looks at Bristow's bionic arm, then removes his helmet. The clear marks of where Energy Swords has cut is shown on Oscar's face.

      Lindberg: I'd think that my scars are pretty bad, yeah. Nothing like that flashy piece of metal you got there, but still bad.

      Oscar quickly puts on his helmet and enters his pod before Bristow can respond.

      Lindberg (COM): We're all on the same team here, pal. Don't forget that.

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    • Phillips' eyes glance down at his left side, hearing the talk about scarring. This group clearly understood what scars could do to the mind. He said nothing as Bristow spoke to Lindberg.

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    • Bristow: He's got nerve, that's for sure! Talking about "teams" while he's only been here for ten seconds.

      He walks over to Lindberg's pod and stares at its passenger through the window, while toying around with his Bowie knife. The scars left over from the shrapnel cast a shattered appearance over his face.

      Bristow: But if I were you, I'd do something about that attitude of yours. Don't want you to get hurt on your first mission... Do we?

      He slowly walks back to his own pod and seats himself again.

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      Bristow: He's got nerve, that's for sure! Talking about "teams" while he's only been here for ten seconds.

      He walks over to Lindberg's pod and stares at its passenger through the window, while toying around with his Bowie knife. The scars left over from the shrapnel cast a shattered appearance over his face.

      Bristow: But if I were you, I'd do something about that attitude of yours. Don't want you to get hurt on your first mission... Do we?

      He slowly walks back to his own pod and seats himself again.

      Locke: Calm down, Bristow. We'll talk when we get back.

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    • Bristow's hatch closes, and he puts on his helmet again.

      Bristow: (COM) And what were you gonna do, huh? You're not in charge.

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    • (LOCKE, IT'S RIGHT FUCKING ABOVE YOUR POST HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HELPING ANYONE BY QUOTING IT?)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (LOCKE, IT'S RIGHT FUCKING ABOVE YOUR POST HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HELPING ANYONE BY QUOTING IT?)

      (Sorry. Habit.)

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    • Locke(COM): Make sure you didn't kill the new guy.

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    • (You just did it again. Wow.)

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    • (Okay, I'm sorry!)

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    • Beck taps his fingers against the side of the pod anxiously.

      Beck (COM): Major, are you gonna drop us?  You know, at all?

      Gardener (COM): Affirmitive, just gotta bring the ship around.  Safety regulations.

      Mandlebaum (COM): Copy, Major, bring 'er around.

      Gardener (COM): The bridge has been informed.  The bringing-around has commenced, gents.  

      Beck (COM): Copy that.  (singing) Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush...

      The view of the planet through Beck's window slowly shifts, until it seems even nearer than before.

      Gardener (COM): Alright, we have clearance.  Briefing will commence with the drop.  Remember people, hush-hush, shush-shush, keep those mouths shut.

      The SOEIV's lights and dials boot up with their various hums and chirps.

      Gardener (COM): Prepare for drop.  3...2...1...

      The pods begin to fall.

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    • Chyenka (COM): Dropping straight to Hell, troopers! Last one down buys drinks on the Sword!

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    • Bristow: (COM) Woo! Here we go, everyone! I got dibs on the first kill!

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    • Gardener (COM): And......congratulations, guys, you've made it out of standard coms range.  Alright, two years ago, the UNSC Board of Defense was considering a dedicated combat and interception vehicle for spaceborne defense.  Problem is, the Innies ransacked a factory and stole two of the prototypes.  The state of the factory and these prototypes are beyond the point.  Right now, they're occupying an airfield and manufacturing facility in the countryside outside New Pittsburg.  That's where you're headed.  Your mission is to kick them out, make sure they don't have the tools to reproduce or test any copycats of the designs.  They know we're coming.  Every Innie gun is pointed at the sky.  You're LZ is only 2 kilos out of the airfield, but it's bound to be heavily defended.  Expect fierce resistance.  Good luck.

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    • Locke (COM): What do these prototypes do?

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    • Gardener (COM): Exactly what you would think they do.  Albeit not very well at the stage they're in.  But the prototypes are out of the picture with this operation.  We have yet to find any intel on their location of locations.

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    • The Zealous Fury was enroute to the world Silence. Phillipae sat reading reports of weapons smuggling in his cabin. 

      Meanwhile Relka, Nevor, and Taybab were conversing in the Fury's training facility.

      "You are an odd one unggoy," Nevor said. "You are brave, honorable, and a friend to multple sangheili. I must say that I think much more of you now than when I first met you."

      "Funny you should say that. I thought that stopping Kai from blowing your head off would have done that a lot sooner."

      "The pair laughed."

      "And you N'asural I have heard of female warriors before but never met one. Why is it you chose this life instead of one  in a keep?"

      Relka dropped from the pullup bar, "I am sterile," she said bluntly. "I tried a few times but all my eggs died.

      Then my husband went and got himself killed. The report said that it was an honorable death but it didn't make it hurt any less.

      It took me a long time and jumping through too many hoops to count but I eventually got into the Covenant armed forces. I did it because I wanted revenge and I felt useless and unwanted at home. The other women didn't respect me, claimed the gods had cursed me, and withheld any important duties from me.

      Now I do it because I can make a difference here. Much more now than I ever could back home."

      "How'd you joind the Black Seraph Division?" Nevor asked.

      "The usual way," Relka replied. And that was all she would say about the matter.

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    • Kai: "That was heart breaking, are you sure you want to keep asking?"

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    • Beck notices a group of pods has already reached the clouds, eventually speeding out of view.

      Beck (COM): Looks like India's getting antsy, ya think they know what they're doing?

      Bravo's pods break through the clouds, the ground approaches.

      Brace (COM): Alright, people, let's go!  Let's go, let's go, let's go!

      Dust flies, and hatch are burst off as the task force enters the battle.  The ground ripples and spits dirt, being beaten down by something in the distance.

      Beck: Shit, MG! MG!  Down, down, down, (Kaflinski: Down, guys, down.) down, down, down!

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    • Locke: Someone throw a frag!

      (Sorry. Should have added that Locke ducked for cover before fragging.

      Sorry. Non-canon.)

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    • In a matter of mere seconds after leaving the pod, Lindberg hits the ground. Quickly crawling behind a few rocks, Lindberg tries to spot where the MG is, only to be forced behind cover by the storm of bullets.

      Lindberg: Where the hell is that MG!? Can anyone see it!?

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    • Brace: India sure as hell did!

      A cluster of pods to the immediate left, and no sign of friendly activity, confimed his theory.

      Beck: Holy shit, you're ri-...Oh, Jesus Christ, that one's still fucking alive.

      Brace: We gotta go get him, I need cover.  I need cover, people!

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    • Hartley finally manages to get his hatch open, and quickly jumps out of the pod, landing on the tall grass. He spots a group of rocks roughly fifteen metres in front of him, and starts sprinting towards them whilst avoiding MG fire. As he is about to dive behind the rocks, he takes a bullet to the chest, right below the main armour plate, and falls to the ground.

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    • Lindberg: Holy shit! Lieutenant!

      Lindberg immediately jumps over his cover, narrowly avoiding the MG fire, and makes it to Hartley. The lieutenant is unconscious, and the wound in his chest is bleeding badly. Lindberg looks around, and spots Brace hiding behind a couple of rocks.

      Lindberg: Hey, medic! Get over here! LT is wounded, and it's bad!

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    • Brace: Alright, you've gotta cover me, though!  Me and Beck'll make a run for him, but you gotta cover us!

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    • Lindberg immediately stands up and begins to blindly fire his Battle Rifle. While firing, he notices the gleam of a scope reflecting the sun.

      Lindberg: There! I think I see the MG nest!

      Before he can say anything else, Lindberg is forced into cover by the fire, which is now concentrated on him. Behind the rocks, Lindberg waves for Brace to run.

      Lindberg: Come on! Go for it!

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    • Phillips' Pod was later to drop than the others. Every pod in the bay was gone before his. Typing commands onto the panel interface, he started to get angry.

      Phillips: C'mon, you stupid piece of shit! Drop!

      The clamps released, and Phillips was launched out of the Pod Bay.

      As he dropped, he could see gunfire erupting on the ground below.

      Phillips (COM): On my way down, Bravo! Be there in a moment!

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    • Brace and Beck sprint across the field to Hartley's position.  Brace dives behind the rock and swiftly throws his pack besides him.  Beck slides and pushes Hartley further into cover.

      Beck: Come on, man, help him!

      Brace: You kidding!?  I haven't worked with ballistics in years, I don't know how!

      Beck: Just poor some water on him!

      Brace: That doesn't work!

      Beck: Fill it with biofoam!

      Brace: That wouldn't work either!  Here, hold him still, I'll try to pry it out!

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    • Chyenka ducks behind the ridge, taking cover as the machine gun fire thuds into the grass and earth behind him.

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    • Finally, Bristow's pod hits the ground. The hatch blows off.

      Bristow: I said, I got dibs!

      Wielding his M7S with one hand and his Bowie knife in the other, he charges out of the pod towards the Machine Gun emplacement. Taking the team completely by surprise, he manages to sprint to the ridge below the turret, putting himself out of its reach.

      Bristow: No one touches my fucking LT!

      With that, he extends his right arm and grabs the machine gun's barrel. The Insurrectionists manning the turret open fire on the metal arm instead of him for some reason, but they barely even scratch the titanium. With a mighty jolt, Bristow rips off the barrel.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Finally, Bristow's pod hits the ground. The hatch blows off.

      Bristow: I said, I got dibs!

      Wielding his M7S with one hand and his Bowie knife in the other, he charges out of the pod towards the Machine Gun emplacement. Taking the team completely by surprise, he manages to sprint to the ridge below the turret, putting himself out of its reach.

      Bristow: No one touches my fucking LT!

      With that, he extends his right arm and grabs the machine gun's barrel. The Insurrectionists manning the turret open fire on the metal arm, but they barely even scratch the titanium. With a mighty jolt, Bristow rips off the barrel.

      (Sean, Jimbo alert?)

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    • (I'd say that is pretty Jimbo-ish, yeah.  But we'll let it go.  It was only one machine gun team after all.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      Agent Locke wrote:
      Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Now I really don't know what I should do with BlaSDiv. I suppose I could create an RP thread exclusively for them and invite others to join. Or maybe I'll just find some way to work them into these stories. Which might become a running gag if it goes on long enough.)
      (Or, BlaSDiv could become a side plot. Basically, Sangheili factions are supplying rebels on Silence. BlaSDiv becomes an investigative unit dedicated to stopping them, temporarily.)
      (I like that idea very much Agent Locke. Thank you for the suggestion.)

      (No problem.)

      Locke: Hartley!

      He runs over.

      Locke: Brace?

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    • Brace: I think he's gonna be....

      Brace, hard at work, seems to forget that Locke (or anyone else for that matter) was right beside him.  

      Brace: Beck, thing.

      Beck: Thing?

      Brace: Thing.

      Beck: I don't...

      Brace: Thing, Beck, thing!

      Beck digs through Brace's medic bag, eventually finding a bag labelled "Thing".

      Beck: Oh, Thing.

      He hands the bag to the medic, who opens it and pulls out an assortment of needles.

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    • Jones's pod hits the ground. The hatch opens, and Jones quickly aims his DMR for any trouble. While scouting the area, a sniper shot from nowhere hits the fuel tank of the jetpack, causing a small blast, propelling Jones forward. He quickly gets up and starts running for cover. He finds Brace and the others, and shouts to them.

      Jones: Guys! We got a sniper, take cove-

      The sniper shoots again at Jones, seemingly with revenge, but misses, notifying Jones of his position due to the trail of water vapor.

      Jones (COM): Drago, we've got a sniper. Try and take him out. I'm sending the position now.

      Drago (COM): Copy.

      Drago waits for 4 seconds adjusting her aim, and when she finds the sniper's head protuding out of cover, she pulls the trigger. The bullet strikes its target, about <insert number here> metres far, at the forehead, killing the sniper instantly

      Drago (COM): Sniper neutralized.

      Jones sighs and goes near the other ODSTs, removing his jetpack on the way.

      Jones (to Bristow): What happened?

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    • (Oi, that's my character you're controlling there.)

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    • (Who? Drago? Because I just asked Bristow what happened, not controlled him.)

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    • (Yes, Drago. I claimed her a while back.)

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    • (Ah, sorry then. Had no other snipers.

      I think soon Jones is gonna leave this team.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      Jones opens the hatch and jumps out quickly before the pod smashes the ground. As soon as he does that, he activates his jetpack.

      (How is that even possible? The hatch can't be opened until the pod hits the ground. And, since the pod is falling at an extremely high speed, and the hatch opens upwards, he'd likely be crushed by the open hatch as soon as he jumps out mid-air.)

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    • (No emergency "release hatch" lever? In the start of Halo 3: ODST, the hatch comes out totally, instead of opening up, so there must be an emergency lever.)

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    • (So? That happened after the Rookie's pod hit the ground. As far as we know, the hatch can't be opened mid-air. And even if he managed to get the hatch to do that, why would he try to pull off such a dangerous stunt? It's pointless and, to be honest, can be classified as godmodding.)

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    • (Alrighty then, editing.)

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    • (If you were to open the hatch before it hit the ground and then hop out, there's be no pod under you to absorb the impact of hitting the ground, and so you'd turn into a puddle of blood and gore.)

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    • A green and cerulean patched Recon Hornet buzzes over the firefight.

      Fido (COMS): Eureka, Eureka, this is Fido we're covering your AO, currently performing a low pass.  We'll mark 'em as we go and try to make your lives a bit easier, over.

      The TACMAP updates.

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    • (Okay, Locke's gone. He is replaced with:)

      Name: Wesley Torine

      Age: 38

      Gender: Male

      Affiliation: UNSCDF

      Weapon(s): M7S Submachine Gun, M6C/SOCOM Handgun 

      Rank: E-7 Chief Petty Officer

      Bio: Wesley Torine was born on Earth in the year 7/4/2516. On 7/4/2531, he faked his age and joined up with the UNSC Navy, intending to serve on a boarding team. This he did, serving two years before being transferred to 1/4 Recon, "Silent Raiders", an assault team.

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    • (You literally just copied the thing you made for Acc. It's still bogus.)

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    • (If you were in chat, Red, you would know that this was intentional)

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    • Wesley: Hey, guys, suppress fire! I have an idea!

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      ReDquinox wrote:
      Finally, Bristow's pod hits the ground. The hatch blows off.

      Bristow: I said, I got dibs!

      Wielding his M7S with one hand and his Bowie knife in the other, he charges out of the pod towards the Machine Gun emplacement. Taking the team completely by surprise, he manages to sprint to the ridge below the turret, putting himself out of its reach.

      Bristow: No one touches my fucking LT!

      With that, he extends his right arm and grabs the machine gun's barrel. The Insurrectionists manning the turret open fire on the metal arm, but they barely even scratch the titanium. With a mighty jolt, Bristow rips off the barrel.

      (Sean, Jimbo alert?)

      (Also, speaking of bogus...)

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      12/5/2553, Saturday, Earth

      TASK FORCE: Bravo-Two-Niner-Zero

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • GySgt. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Grtam – Covenant Specialist
      • Cpl. August Mandlebaum – Tactics 

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • Cpl. Jack Brace - Medical Assistance
      • Cpl. Damian Bristow - Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pvt. Antonio D'Angelo - Explosives Expert
      • Pvt. Alexa Fisher - Demolitions Expert 
      • Pvt. James Fitzgerald - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Chris Bello - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Nikolas Vlachos - Rifleman

      MANEUVER:

      • CPO. Wesley Torine - JTAC
      • SSgt. Rick Jones - Commander
      • Cpl. Oscar Lindberg - Rifleman
      • PFC. Arek Kaflinski - Close-Quarters Specialist 
      • PFC. Anthony Philips - Recon Specialist
      • Pvt. Donald Carpenter - Rifleman 

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • SSgt. Ashley Drago - Sniper 
      • PFC. Chandler Leon - Spotter
      • Pvt. James Yang - Machine Gunner 
      • Cpl. Yankel Beck – Ammo-Bearer 
      • Pvt. Matthew Davis - Assistant Gunner
      • Cpl. Farak Miller - Grenadier

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pieterson -- Pilot 
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot 
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Flight Engineer
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    • (Locke, you realise this is a deliberate character choice, right? Bristow often makes more spectacular actions than the rest, at the cost of receiving more grievous injuries. For example, how he had his guts spilled twice, how he got covered in shrapnel, how his arm got cut off...)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Locke, you realise this is a deliberate character choice, right? Bristow often makes more spectacular actions than the rest, at the cost of receiving more grievous injuries. For example, how he had his guts spilled twice, how he got covered in shrapnel, how his arm got cut off...)

      (But a very unrealistic one. I understand it's deliberate, but that's no excuse to god-mod.)

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    • Yang draws the the tripod and sets it up in the dirt.  Matt then aids him in lifting the gun onto the mount.  It automatically magnetizes.  Beck lies on his back beside them and inserts a belt into the receiver.  

      Beck: Loaded!

      Yang: Firing!

      With a steady rumble, the enemy forces finally begin to come under fire. The two machine guns bark and growl, hiss and scream.  It was as if one had insulted the other, and was awful pissed off.  The argument lasts the good part of five minutes, until, suddenly, the rebel's weapon seems to run out of dialogue.

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      ReDquinox wrote:
      (Locke, you realise this is a deliberate character choice, right? Bristow often makes more spectacular actions than the rest, at the cost of receiving more grievous injuries. For example, how he had his guts spilled twice, how he got covered in shrapnel, how his arm got cut off...)

      (But a very unrealistic one. I understand it's deliberate, but that's no excuse to god-mod.)

      (I don't see how it's unrealistic when it often ends with a severe injury. Sometimes he manages to do things without being put out of action, but more often than not, he's in the medbay.)

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    • (Red, he charged at a fucking machine gun and didn't get cut down. That is bullshit of the highest order. In real life, hell, in Halo you'd be killed.

      We are not regenerating health, man. Seriously.)

      Wesley: Keep going! (To Fido) Fido, how soon can I get a gun-run?

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    • (And neither was Bristow the only person in the field. You try shooting twenty people at once. Someone's bound to break through.)

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    • (Yes, but none were standing up. They were all behind cover. Bristow was standing up and sprinting. Hell of a good target if you ask me.)

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    • (Cover? It's an open field and there's people standing over Hartley, they're an easier target than Bristow is.)

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    • (The gunners didn't even need to fire at all twenty people; they just needed to keep them suppressed and behind cover. Once someone leaves cover, they're a target.)

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    • (There is no cover, which means everyone is a target.)

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    • (If there were no cover, the turret would just fire and sweep across the field, leaving 25 or so dead ODSTs. But Chyenka is in cover, Brace, Beck and Hartley are, and so is Lindberg.)

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    • (Then it should, shouldn't it? I didn't come up with this field situation.)

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    • (And if they're not in cover, they're prone in the tall grass, which essentially acts as cover itself.)

      Fido (COM): Negative, negative, ground's too hot we're directed not to engage, over.

      Brace finally locates the bullet.

      Brace: Alright, here we go, here we go...Shrake?  Shrake, get your ass over here!

      Shrake uses the Innie's current lack of a machine gun to his and sprints across the field.

      Brace: Here, get ready to put in the biofoam, alright?

      Shrake: Can't you just, fucking, pour some water on it?

      Brace sighs.

      Brace: Just get ready.  Ready?

      With a sudden jerk, Brace withdraws the metal shard from the wound.

      Brace: Nownownownownownownownow!

      Shrake presses the button on top of the canister, and sprays the foam in the general direction of gushing blood.

      Brace: Alright, he's stable now.  (To Hartley) Can you walk, Lieutenant?

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    • Wesley(COM): Roger, Fido. Can you give us a flyby of the target?

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    • Fido(COM): Affirmitive, on the way.

      The Hornet dives from altitude and rushes across the battle, until eventually climbing back out of view

      Fido (COM): Eureka, be advised, I have about 20 or so foot mobiles running around the airfield.  Stationary guns and positions.  The entire south section is locked down, over.  

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    • Hartley: I guess we're gonna find out.

      With some effort, Hartley gets to his feet, and picks up his assault rifle.

      Hartley: Yeah, I'm good. Thanks, Brace.

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    • Brace quickly pulls Hartley down behind cover

      Brace: Don't mention it.

      Kaflinski calls from across the field.

      Kaflinski: Jack!  Jack, we're gonna flank and move up!  When we have them flanked, push foward!  We'll get them in the crossfire!  Hear?!

      Brace: I hear ya! But why don't you use the fucking coms!?

      Kaflinski: Cause I'm tuned into the radio!  Now, shut up, they're doing Two for Tuesday!

      Brace: What!?  Flink, you can't....Flink!?  (To Assault Team)  They're flanking, we've gotta push up and get them from two sides.

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      12/5/2553, Saturday, Earth

      TASK FORCE: Bravo-Two-Niner-Zero

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • GySgt. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Grtam – Covenant Specialist
      • Cpl. August Mandlebaum – Tactics 

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • Cpl. Jack Brace - Medical Assistance
      • PFC. Arek Kaflinski - Close-Quarters Specialist 
      • Pvt. Antonio D'Angelo - Explosives Expert
      • Pvt. Alexa Fisher - Demolitions Expert 
      • Pvt. James Fitzgerald - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Chris Bello - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Nikolas Vlachos - Rifleman

      MANOEUVRE:

      • CPO. Wesley Torine - JTAC
      • SSgt. Rick Jones - Commander
      • Cpl. Damian Bristow - Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Cpl. Oscar Lindberg - Rifleman
      • PFC. Anthony Philips - Recon Specialist
      • Pvt. Donald Carpenter - Rifleman 

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • SSgt. Ashley Drago - Sniper 
      • PFC. Chandler Leon - Spotter
      • Pvt. James Yang - Machine Gunner 
      • Cpl. Yankel Beck – Ammo-Bearer 
      • Pvt. Matthew Davis - Assistant Gunner

      FLIGHT TEAM:

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

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      Transmission subject: Data request

      Sender: CLASSIFIED

      Authorization code: Alpha

      Transmission follows:

      Request immediate update on taskforce Bravo-Two-Niner-Zero status. Provide update for the following:

      Members: Active/Deceased/Inactive/Discharged

      Deployment: Location/Immediate objective/Overall objective

      Situation: Tactical/Immediate engagement conditions

      Stop.Stop.Stop.

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    • Phillips' Drop Pod rocketed through the air, slamming into the ground. He opened the pod door and dashed for cover, diving into the tall grass.

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    • The Maneuver element is now nearly parallel to the MG nest, and still mostly undetected. Carpenter posts up, waving Lindberg and the newly-arrived Philips over. From here, it's plain to see the first line of Innie fortifications in their entirety. Mostly consisting of garbage, logs, and rubble piled on top of each other, the MG nest itself was well fortified with spare tires, sand bags and a turned over truck.  

      A worried looking man in a cap and a grey nehru is well behind the fortification, trying to get some sort of information from the defending Innies.  Kaflinski tunes off his music, and tries to find a rebel communication channel.  The quality is grimy, but he can make some of it out.

      Unknown: How much time do we have!?

      Innie #1: Don't know, sir, they're making lots of progress!

      Unknown: That gives us, what, half an hour?

      A stray 7mm bullet snaps past, and one of the defenders crumples behind cover.

      Innie #1: I wouldn't bet on it, sir!

      The unidentified figure crouches into the trench and makes his way down, bracing his arms to both sides.

      Unknown: Sergeant!  Sergeant!

      Innie #2: Sir!

      Unknown: Sergeant, we can't get all the info out in time!

      The quality begins to decay.

      Unknown: L??nd?r is ???? and we can't make it in that a?ount ??? ??!

      Innie #2: ??? Stood, sir!  You two, go ???!

      Innie #3: Sir!

      Innie #4: Sir!

      The well dressed man hoists himself over the trench, and runs back towards the manufacturing center.  Two Innies follow.  They go over the hill and out of view, but the sound of a motor revving is easy to pick out on the coms.

      Kaflinski: They're trying to escape with some intel!  If we're gonna do this, we have to do it now!

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    • Wesley: GO!

      He pops up and slings a frag at the fortifications.

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    • (Locke, you didn't need to quote it. :P )

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    • Phillips pulled out his SMG and sprayed bullets at the fortification, hoping to hit an Innie fleeing the grenade or otherwise supressing them to be caught in the exploson. A sniper bullet whistled above his hand, and he dropped his arm to reload the gun.

      Phillips: Watch the snipers!

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    • Bristow: Right. We should split up. If you guys can stop those bastards from delivering the intel, Carpenter and I can take out the MG.

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    • (Past-tense, eh?  Cool cool.)

      The line closest to the Maneuver team breaks into disorganization.  The inhabitants of the position scatter like rabbits; some running to other positions, some running to any nearby forms of cover, and some just plain running away.

      The grenade detonates, and anyone still in the trench is torn to bloody ribbons.  The MG twists to face the Maneuver team and prepares to fire.

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    • Wesley: Ah, shit!

      He jumps for cover and blindfires off a few rounds.

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    • Brace: Now's our chance!  Go, go!

      The assault team rushes forward while the MG is occupied.  Within moments, they are standing over the trench and firing down at everyone inside.  The Base of Fire team runs up to join them, just as the remaining Innies in nearby cover begin to come out with their hands up.

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    • The Zealous Fury was nearing the Silence system. The san'shyuum twins and the huragok had worked a miracle getting the Fury's already impressive Slipspace capabilities even better in only a few days. At the moment, someone, usually a huragok, had to be present in the engine room at all times to ensure reactor and slipspace drive stability. 

      "This is a preliminary briefing Seraphs. I trust you'll listen closely." Phillipae paused and surveyed his men. Most of the entire crew stood before him. They comprised the majority of known active Black Seraph Agents. 

      "We have intelligence indicating that sangheili militants, probably a Covenant Remnant, have been smuggling arms of various sorts to human Insurrectionists.

      With the UNSC occupied with the Rebels it will make it far easier for the Covenant Remnants to attack human worlds particularlly UEG worlds.

      It will also make the UNSC unwilling or incabable of lending aid to the Swords of Sangheilios should the need for it ever arise.

      In short, this makes our enemies stronger for certain and will make both the UNSC and the SoS vulnerable. While we may not be blood brothers with the UNSC or anything they aren't actively trying to kill us. Mostly. Covenant Remnants and other factions most certainly are. 

      As of this moment, BlaSDiv has commenced Operation Rightful Requisition. Primary objective, cut off arms trading between sangheili militants and human rebels. Secondary objective, track down and compromise or defeat sangheili militants. Tertiary objective, aid UNSC in neutralization of rebel forces. 

      Joint actions of that sort have been condoned by the Arbiter as a means of showing good faith." Phillipae took a deep breath. 

      "We have all done many things in the name of the Old Covenant. In those days, we were fangs in the shadows. We did in the dark what the Arbiters did in the open. We held the Covenant together by the seams. 

      Now, our directive is to ensure the safety of Sangheilios and her allies. We will act to preserve peace where possible and to protect our homes. All our homes. Unfortunately, this may call on some of you to pick a side." Phillipae nodded at the several jiralhanae agents. 

      "If any of you harbor loyalty to any entity before the Black Seraph Division, speak now."

      The room remained silent. Phillipae smiled. 

      "Good. You are the greatest warriors in the galaxy. Great enough to rival the human spartans. I know you will not let me or your comrades down.

      We should be receiving an intelligence update within a few units. At that time, we will formulate a plan of infiltration. 

      Taybab, I want you to look into acquiring a human or two who can serve as our snitch."

      "Understood Commander."

      "Dismissed," Phillipae said. The mess soon emptied. 

      Phillipae returned to the bridge and sat down. It felt good to be back in space again. 

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    • (Let me get this straight. Bristow almost runs into enemy bullets, plasma, and blades every chance he gets and lives but Dab gets killed by a kig-yar with a blamite cutlace?)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Let me get this straight. Bristow almost runs into enemy bullets, plasma, and blades every chance he gets and lives but Dab gets killed by a kig-yar with a blamite cutlace?)

      (Don't worry, they try to get things to make sense when I do something illrational or illogical.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: The Zealous Fury was nearing the Silence system. The san'shyuum twins and the huragok had worked a miracle getting the Fury's already impressive Slipspace capabilities even better in only a few days. At the moment, someone, usually a huragok, had to be present in the engine room at all times to ensure reactor and slipspace drive stability. 

      "This is a preliminary briefing Seraphs. I trust you'll listen closely." Phillipae paused and surveyed his men. Most of the entire crew stood before him. They comprised the majority of known active Black Seraph Agents. 

      "We have intelligence indicating that sangheili militants, probably a Covenant Remnant, have been smuggling arms of various sorts to human Insurrectionists.

      With the UNSC occupied with the Rebels it will make it far easier for the Covenant Remnants to attack human worlds particularlly UEG worlds.

      It will also make the UNSC unwilling or incabable of lending aid to the Swords of Sangheilios should the need for it ever arise.

      In short, this makes our enemies stronger for certain and will make both the UNSC and the SoS vulnerable. While we may not be blood brothers with the UNSC or anything they aren't actively trying to kill us. Mostly. Covenant Remnants and other factions most certainly are. 

      As of this moment, BlaSDiv has commenced Operation Rightful Requisition. Primary objective, cut off arms trading between sangheili militants and human rebels. Secondary objective, track down and compromise or defeat sangheili militants. Tertiary objective, aid UNSC in neutralization of rebel forces. 

      Joint actions of that sort have been condoned by the Arbiter as a means of showing good faith." Phillipae took a deep breath. 

      "We have all done many things in the name of the Old Covenant. In those days, we were fangs in the shadows. We did in the dark what the Arbiters did in the open. We held the Covenant together by the seams. 

      Now, our directive is to ensure the safety of Sangheilios and her allies. We will act to preserve peace where possible and to protect our homes. All our homes. Unfortunately, this may call on some of you to pick a side." Phillipae nodded at the several jiralhanae agents. 

      "If any of you harbor loyalty to any entity before the Black Seraph Division, speak now."

      The room remained silent. Phillipae smiled. 

      "Good. You are the greatest warriors in the galaxy. Great enough to rival the human spartans. I know you will not let me or your comrades down.

      We should be receiving an intelligence update within a few units. At that time, we will formulate a plan of infiltration. 

      Taybab, I want you to look into acquiring a human or two who can serve as our snitch."

      "Understood Commander."

      "Dismissed," Phillipae said. The mess soon emptied. 

      Phillipae returned to the bridge and sat down. It felt good to be back in space again. 

      Kai: "To me their is no better choice, kig-yar have already lost our chance to be a honorable people. When the covenant shown up we did not even have a military and we surrendered practically with out a fight, and those who would not surrender tried to hide, when the unggoy murdered our unborn children our tactic was to sterilize them, and wait until most of their insurrectionist where ready to strike in high charity, effectively fighting our battles for us, and taking the unggoy and high charity to the grave. At a colony called the rubble we plotted treatory againced supposed allies, with a plan to track them with modified covenant guns humanity would have faced extinction if not for the arbiters first time saving the human race. We can't even keep our ships clean and yet we claim to be great sailors, we turn coward when the chances of victory go below 40%, we have not innovated in over athosand years, it is by far to late for us to be considered a honorable people. The only chance is with me, long we have not had a mission, when we first met I tried to kill you guys, and I have yet to make up for it. These brutes, these sangheili, these human rebels, normally I would have no business joining that fight, its not for me to fight, but it is a fight that you have chosen, and after all you have done for me, I owe you my loyalty."

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Let me get this straight. Bristow almost runs into enemy bullets, plasma, and blades every chance he gets and lives but Dab gets killed by a kig-yar with a blamite cutlace?)

      (We're actually ignoring that comment, Thel.  I deleted it before, is it back?)

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    • (I don't think so. I just caught wind of the tail end of the debate regarding it and it hit me. Bristow is better than a Spartan. Or just luckier.)

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    • Farak miller grumbeles as he makes his way to his pod in the drop bay, talking to no one but himself.

      Farak: Damn fastest unit transfer I've ever seen...pencil-pushers must'a been overclocked.

      The corpral approaches his pod with his helmet clipped to his belt, smoking a cig. Clipping "pastemaker" and his M7 into place, along with extra ammo for both, the corpral steps back, checks over the pod, takes a long drag from his cig, and tosses the stub below the pod before climbing in.

      Farak: So, new family, huh? Some misfit platoon patched together from the survivors of some campaign or another with a covvie hanger-on. CO's...Hatly? Hartly? Brian Hartly. Yeah...

      The ODST slides on his helmet, and straps himself in as the front hatch of the SOEIV closes with a hiss.

      Farak: Welp, here I come.

      The floor opens up an the air outside the pod screams as the new arrival decends towards the battlefield below.

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (I don't think so. I just caught wind of the tail end of the debate regarding it and it hit me. Bristow is better than a Spartan. Or just luckier.)

      (Lucky? So far, Bristow has received more injuries than the rest of Bravo combined.)

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    • (But he's still alive, isn't he?)

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    • (Stars, if you feel the need to make a debate thread than just do it and leave a link here for the rest of us.)

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    • (Stars, that's a link to this thread)

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    • (I hate to say this, but I think Averill is gonna be my char for Bravo after Jones leaves the team.)

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      Brace: Now's our chance!  Go, go!

      The assault team rushes forward while the MG is occupied.  Within moments, they are standing over the trench and firing down at everyone inside.  The Base of Fire team runs up to join them, just as the remaining Innies in nearby cover begin to come out with their hands up.

      Wesley: Just an opinion, but we can't really leave some guys to keep these prisoners guarded. Stip 'em of gear, maybe? Or outright kill 'em.

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    • Phillips(COM): Whatever we do, we need to do it quickly.

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    • (So, a question; should I introduce Averill now claiming he was already added to the team, or should I introduce him in the next battle?)

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    • (Did this die? Did Bravo die?)

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    • (Locke, can't you see the above posts? This thread is alive, and so is Bravo.

      You must consult an eye doctor, I believe.)

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    • (Doubt it. Everyone's just busy. I'm sure it'll pick up tomorrow.)

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    • (You realise the day hasn't even started yet, right? People start becoming active in a couple of hours.)

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    • (Um...)

      Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (So, a question; should I introduce Averill now claiming he was already added to the team, or should I introduce him in the next battle?)


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    • (I'd rather you introduce him in the next battle.  Too many new characters can make people confused.)

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    • Chyenka takes an SMG and a pistol from an Innie and throws them onto the ground some way away. Bello does something similar, taking another's pair of grenades and rifle, and throws them by Chyenka's pile. The heap grows, as more grenades, pistols, knives and rifles are thrown onto it.

      Chyenka: Bello, Carpenter: keep them down the hill and keep an eye on them.

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    • (I'm just trying not to break the laws of the Halo Universe by having the Fury magically warp into existence whenever I need it. I understand though Stars. Soon we will be on Silence too. Might even interact with our friends in Bravo.)

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    • (Heresy is punishable by torture, mindwipe, and repurposing as a servitor.)

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    • (My Little Heresy.)

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    • Hartley: Bello, Carpenter, if any of them tries to move, put a bullet in their skull.

      Chyenka finishes stripping the Innies of their weapons, and Bravo begins to move on.

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    • Phillips (COM):So, what's our next goal? We're pursuing the innies?

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      Phillips (COM):So, what's our next goal? We're pursuing the innies?

      Wesley(COM): Whaddya think, dipshit?! 

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    • Phillips(COM): *coughing* Thank you.

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    • Bristow: (COM) Why don't you two shut your pieholes and get moving? Manoeuvre team, on me!

      Bristow starts moving to the Insurrectionist facility. The rest of the Maneouvre team follows.

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    • Suddenly, the ground begins to rumble.  

      Beck: What the fuck is-

      Before Beck can finish his sentence, the buildings of the town adjacent to the facility crumble and part, making way for a metal behemoth to plow through the dust.  

      Shrake: Holy shit.  They have a Mastadon.

      Its massive turret holds two cannons equal in caliber to that of a Scorpion, with numerous machine guns filling in the space between.  Its tracks are fully entombed in an armored skirt.  All of its obvious weakness are covered in armor.  Its lower glacis is marked with tusks, probably hedgegrow clearers, that appear to have been used for slicing more than just bushes.  Luckily, it can only go a measly 15 miles per hour.  Just fast enough to run over your slowest friend.

      On one barrel, the words "Love you too!" are painted, on the other "I lied.".  "Muhahahahaha!!" is inscribed in red on the side of its hull.  Another turret, a petard of some kind, emerges from the front plate.  

      Its turret turns to target Bravo.

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    • One of the Mastodon's Scorpion cannons fires at Bravo, tearing Fitzgerald and Vlachos apart and injuring Fisher with a shower of shrapnel. The remaining members of Bravo scatter, some running away and others diving into the tall grass.

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    • The Mastadon pivots in place and begins to roll towards Fisher, who's still on the ground.

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    • Bristow: How the fuck did they get this massive thing without anyone noticing?!

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    • Wesley: I think that's the prototype!

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    • Brace and Shrake break from cover and drag Fisher out of danger.  As they do so, Shrake fires a few desperate shots at the tank with his Ma5.  They clink and spark against the armor, some are even deflected at various angles.  

      The tank's turret slowly whines into position and aims directly for the rescue time.  It pauses once it's on target, almost like it means to say "My turn."  For a few horrible seconds, it waits.  Then, without warning, its machine guns begin to buzz like a chainsaw and the ground explodes into dust, as if a million dirt-brown water spouts all emerged at once.  The three ODSTs were lucky to already be behind a ditch.

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    • Lindberg stands up and begins to run towards the ditch Shrake and Brace are using as cover. He dives down into the ditch just as the Mastadon focuses its attention towards him.

      Lindberg: The explosives. Give me the explosives!

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    • Shrake: Hey, hey Fisher where are the....Hey, where are the...

      Fisher remains unresponsive.

      Shrake: Brace?

      Brace: Not looking good, is it?

      Shrake then gives up trying to ask and rolls Fisher over, grabbing the bag off her back.  He throws the bag to Lindberg.

      Shrake: Do what you can, make it fast!

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    • Bristow: We need to distract this thing if we don't want Lindberg ending up as a pile of ground meat!

      Bristow peeks his head over the pile of conrete slabs he's hiding behind, only to see the massive cannon turning towards him. He quickly dives back behind it, just as the Mastodon fires and turns the concrete to rubble.

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    • As Bristow distracts the gigantic tank, Lindberg grabs the bag with explosives and starts sprinting towards the vehicle. He stops just behind it, activates the timer on one of the explosives and throws the entire bag underneath the gargantuan tank. While running away, one of the hatches on the Mastadon opens, and oddly enough, a man armed with a Needler comes out. The insurgent opens fire on Lindberg, but the purple crystals all hit the ground harmlessly. Just before diving into cover again, Lindberg turns around and shoots the insurgent twice. Then, the bombs detonate. The blast forces Lindberg down into a trench, where he gets knocked unconscious.

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    • (Why is it you humans always name your vehicles after animals?)

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    • (The UNSC prefers to name ground vehicles after land animals, and aircraft after birds, with a few exceptions.)

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    • Jones: Damn, that was huge. (COM) Lindberg, come in.

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    • (Then I have no idea. I provided whatever knowledge I had.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: (Why is it you humans always name your vehicles after animals?)

      (Why do you name all your vehicles after ghostly apparitions?)

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    • (Haha. Cute.)

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    • Wesley: Hey, guys! Cover me!

      He jumps out of the trench, running towards where he saw Lindberg go down.

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    • Yang: Covering!

      The machine gun again fires at the tank, to the same lack of success.

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    • Wesley: Why did we not bring a motherfucking rocket launcher or 319?!

      He makes it to the trench before the tank's MG can fire.

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    • The MG begins to fire air as the empty belt falls into the dirt.

      Yang: Fuck!  Beck, we need another-

      The Mastadon's turret rotates towards the MG.

      Yang: Beck! Beck! Beck! Beck! Beck! Beck! Beck! Beck!

      Beck: Down!  Get down!

      The tank fires one cannon and launches smoke into the air.  The MG is knocked over, but still appears to be functional.   Yang runs over to get it.

      Beck: Wait, wait, wait!

      The tank fires its other cannon, and both Yang and the gun cease to exist.

      Beck (COMS): T...Torine.  You're on your own.

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    • Wesley: Fuck! (COMS) Does no one have any anti-tank guns?! Because I can't bring him back without those!