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  • The year is 2552 and the Covenant have started to do major assults on inner human colonies in The Kyia System and invaded the planet called Juslurn the UNSC fleet that defended Juslurn was not able to stand against the powerful Covenant fleet the UNSC fleet had to retreat and left the planet weak the Covenant fleet then started to glass the planet now its up to any Colonial soldiers or UNSC troops that got left behind by the fleet must fight off the Covenant until the UNSC can send in more forces. 


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    UNSC soldier, Juslurn Armed Forces, or Covenant: 

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    • Name: Jon Peterson 

      Age: 32 

      Gender: Male 

      UNSC soldier, Juslurn Armed Forces, or Covenant: Juslurn Armed Forces 

      Weapon: DMR 

      Rank: Commander 

      Bio: Born on Juslurn his father was in the Juslurn Armed Forces and his mother was in the UNSC Naval Force as a kid Jon never got to see his mother so he always stayed at the military base where is dad worked at the age of 18 his father train him to be a soldier at the age of 23 he got his training done and became a soldier of the Juslurn Armed Forces at the age of 27 he reached the rank of Commander.

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    • ~Meanwhile~ 

      "Watch out Hunter incoming!" Commander Peterson shouted at his men as he ducked into cover from the Hunter's arm cannon some of his men weren't lucky when they tried to get into cover. 

      "Sir, we need to retreat there's too many of them!" A JAF soldier said as he shot a Jackel. 

      "No we can't retreat we must hold this spot we can't let the Covenant get to the city." Peterson said as he shot at a Brute killing it.

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    • Name: Von'ra Panvemee

      Gender: Male

      Alliance: Covenant

      Weapon: Type-51 Carbine (Covenant Carbine,) Type 53 Guided Munitions Launcher (Needler)

      Rank: Sangheilli Major

      Bio: Von'ra was born in 2523, 2 years before the beginning of the Human-Covenant conflicts began. Stealing his father's Plasma Rifle when he was very young, it was realized that he had great potential. He was put into military training at a significantly younger age than other Sangheili. 

      When he grew to age, joining the Covenant Military as a Zealot was easily within his grasp. But, he decided to join as a lowly Minor, to work his way through the ranks. He felt that the respect of his peers could gain him the respect of the Prophets, and as a Major he continued to strive for excellence.

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    • (Accepted)

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    • Name: Wesley Torine

      Age: 38

      Gender: Male

      UNSC soldier, Juslurn Armed Forces, or Covenant: UNSC Soldier(9th Naval Force Recon Group, 2nd Battalion, alternatively 2/9 Recon)

      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. 1/4 Recon enjoyed Torine's presence until 2548, when he was transferred to the 9th Naval Force Recon Group, alternatively 2/9 Recon, a unit under ONI's Delta-6 division, its in-house "Black-ops" unit. Chief Torine is currently being considered for the first class of the Spartan-IV program.  

      Note: Chief Torine is to be considered a lethal and expendable asset and is NOT repeat NOT to be allowed to see information classified NOVEMBER BLACK or higher.

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    • (An XM20S? That's not even a thing.)

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    • (Locke, that's a dang cool card. Quite a lot better than mine, I might add.)

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    • Name: Daniel "Dan" Averill

      Age: 39. Born in 2513

      Gender: Male

      Affiliation: UNSC Marine Corps, ODSTs

      Weapons: MA37 Assault Rifle, M392 DMR, M6G Magnum with equiped suppressors for all.

      Rank: Corporal

      Biography: Daniel "Dan" Averill was born on January 17, 2513 on the UNSC colony of Deston. When the Covenant attacked Deston, Averill and many civilians were rescued and evacuated out of the planet by Echo Squad. One year later, he became an Army Ranger. He specialized as the stealth specialist in his team called Gamma Platoon.

      In early 2551, his team was wiped out while fighting Insurrectionists on a planet called Caris IV in the Kyia system. He then volunteered for the ODSTs and was transferred to an ODST group called Delta Squad. Now, their protecting Juslurn from the Covenant and hold them off until reinforcements arrive when during the drop, Averill got separated from the team. Now, Averill must hold on until reinforcements arrive...

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    • (What's with CB and the name Daniel Averill....)

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    • (What's with Inq and his suspection of my char's name...?)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (An XM20S? That's not even a thing.)

      (Why can we not make fan weapons? I had a whole blog post dedicated to that. Anyway, If there's an M20(H5 SMG), and it made it to full production run in 2558, then it must have had testing variants, and given that it was meant to replace the M7, it makes sense that there would be an S variant. If we assume it was in testing by 2552(Since the M7 is very old), then there could definetely be such a thing as an XM20S.

      Logic, Red. That's what made the XM20S.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (What's with Inq and his suspection of my char's name...?)

      (What's with all of you calling suppressors silencers...?)

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    • (It's still being tested in 2558. It hasn't even hit the production lines yet. Besides, how exactly would some random guy get a silenced version of a weapon that hasn't even been tested yet? And why is there an X in the name?

      This isn't logic, this is just bullshit.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (Why can we not make fan weapons? I had a whole blog post dedicated to that. Anyway, If there's an M20(H5 SMG), and it made it to full production run in 2558, then it must have had testing variants, and given that it was meant to replace the M7, it makes sense that there would be an S variant. If we assume it was in testing by 2552(Since the M7 is very old), then there could definetely be such a thing as an XM20S.)

      (Many guns in Halo are very old - the MA5B and MA5C, for example, are over 50 years old - so there's no reason that it would be in testing by 2552 in order to replace the "very old" M7.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:

      Agent Locke wrote: (Why can we not make fan weapons? I had a whole blog post dedicated to that. Anyway, If there's an M20(H5 SMG), and it made it to full production run in 2558, then it must have had testing variants, and given that it was meant to replace the M7, it makes sense that there would be an S variant. If we assume it was in testing by 2552(Since the M7 is very old), then there could definetely be such a thing as an XM20S.)

      (Many guns in Halo are very old - the MA5B and MA5C, for example, are over 50 years old - so there's no reason that it would be in testing by 2552 in order to replace the "very old" M7.)

      (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that the M20 is an M7 replacement.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (It's still being tested in 2558. It hasn't even hit the production lines yet. Besides, how exactly would some random guy get a silenced version of a weapon that hasn't even been tested yet? And why is there an X in the name?

      This isn't logic, this is just bullshit.)

      (X for experimental. It's a minor detail, I'll change it.)

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    • (Even then, it makes no sense that this guy will have a weapon that hasn't even been tested, and probably hasn't even been designed yet. How a silenced variant of a non-existent weapon already exists is a mystery.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that the M20 is an M7 replacement.)

      (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that you're wrong: "being tested as a possible replacement."

      Not only are you wrong, you provided evidence against your being right.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:

      Agent Locke wrote: (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that the M20 is an M7 replacement.)

      (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that you're wrong: "being tested as a possible replacement."

      Not only are you wrong, you provided evidence against your being right.)

      (I admitted I was wrong. Can we end this and continue with the RP?)

      Torine: This is Wesley Torine, 2/9 Recon. Does anyone read? My Pelican was shot down and I have wounded and civillians on board!

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    • Agent Locke wrote: (I admitted I was wrong. Can we end this and continue with the RP?)

      (Locke, do you have any idea of time? You admitted on chat that Red was right at 8:24 (it being now 8:36). I posted my comment here at 7:33.

      Don't get annoyed by something I posted earlier because you said something recently, you imbecile.)

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    • Name: Ari Kristianson

      Gender: Male

      Alliance: Juslurn Armed Forces

      Weapon: JAR-5B (Juslurn designation for an MA5B with a reflex sight and a different front grip), Gulbrun Skammybyssa (an indigenous design, low quality handgun.)

      Rank: Private

      Bio: Ari was gifted with a normal life in a roughly middle class family living in a tranquil suburb of the enthically Icelandic New Reykjavík.  Growing up, Ari became used to the convience and simplicity of suburbia, and developed a close attachment with his home.   With the guidance of his friends and family, Ari was able to do decent in school and leave town for a higher education in literature.  After publishing his first works, a parody cook book entitled "Hamlet's Omlets", Ari became interested in his homeworld's colonial history.  

      Ari joined the Juslurn Armed Forces as a war correspondent and photographer, in hope that travelling the globe may give him some insight into the different territories' unique history - and possibly their native dishes, as another cook book was not yet out of the question.

      Peace was soon shattered, however, as a mysterious alien empire approached his home system, and world after world was burned to glass.  The Board of Defense decided that correspondents were not only unnecessary, but also dangerous.  The public should not be informed of the danger they were in.  As consequence, Ari was thrown into a hastilly put together infantry unit, stationed in the Susi Territory by the Vesikylä Command Center, a hub of all worldwide communications.  Like many of the others in his division, Ari was ill-equipped, quickly trained, and unprepared for the invasion.  He, however, was one of the few to enlist in the armed forces.  Most of the others were only scared conscripts.

      Ari knew that his world stood no chance against the approaching war machine, and hoped that the UNSC would soon arrive, and buy enough time for a proper goodbye.

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    • (All of you that made a character card are accepted)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Vessel Of War wrote:

      Agent Locke wrote: (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that the M20 is an M7 replacement.)

      (If you check Halo Nation, then you see that you're wrong: "being tested as a possible replacement."

      Not only are you wrong, you provided evidence against your being right.)

      (I admitted I was wrong. Can we end this and continue with the RP?)

      Torine: This is Wesley Torine, 2/9 Recon. Does anyone read? My Pelican was shot down and I have wounded and civillians on board!

      "This is Sargent Alexander I'm from Alpha squad in the JAF we are coming your way." Alexander said.

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    • With the Covenant coming in hot Peterson knew his squad wouldn't last long. 

      "All Juslurn troops fall back to the city I repeat fall back." Peterson ordered his squad. 

      His Squad soon retreated and ran towards the city.

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    • Von'ra Panvamee adjusted the sleek red armor that he donned as a new major. It was far more comfortable than the standard issue rubbish that was Minor armour. That was unfitted, loose, and scratchy. Not to mention, Panvamee believed that the piece was a hand me down. Not just due to the wear- but due to the bullet hole in the back of the helmet.

      Now, the Major gear was quite comfortable. Form fitting, lightweight, with a stronger shield. And, of course, quite new. He pulled on a piece of wrist gear, and tightened the straps beneath it. Outfitted in his new battle armour, he activated his energy shielding and chuckled as the webbed light crackled across his vision. Then, like that, it was gone. He then turned to his side, staring into a higly polished piece of metal, admiring himself in this new status. He held up his wrist, flipped a small switch, and vanished from his own sight.

      Wonderful. The cloaking functioned without flaw.

      In previous combat suits he'd had to adjust the cloaking unit. But the cloak he donned was unnerring. Quite a nice change.

      The voice of another Sangheili crackled through the communications device in his helm.

      Voice: Panvamee. Are you ready for battle?

      Von'ra: Yes, Field Master. I am prepared for the coming battle.

      Field Master: Good, good. A Phantom will arrive at your camp to pick up you and your soldiers within the next 30 units.

      Von'ra: Understood. Glory to the Covenant!

      The Field Master signed off and the transmission stopped.

      Panvamee clenched his hands and drew a deep breath. He was ready to face this unusually scrappy human force, and determined to bathe his armour in their blood. For the glory of the Prophets, he swore it!

      Nearly 20 units later, a Phantom dropship arrived to carry Panvamee and his troops to battle. An Unnogoy, Pectap, tripped on a hole in the ground, sending him sprawling. Panvamee felt a slight touch of anger at the foolishness. They were going into battle, not going to a recreational zone to take narcotics! He trod over to the fallen Grunt, and picked him up by his shoulders.

      'Von'ra': Pectap! Control yourself! Do not disgrace me, or I shall not hesitate to bring down the wrath of the Prophets on your shoulders. Are we clear?

      Pectap: Y- yes, sir! No more slip ups by Pectap! Will be careful!

      The little creature quivered, and Panvamee could tell he understood. He set the Unngoy rougly to the ground, and shoved the Plasma Pistol back into his hand.

      Von'ra: Do not fail me.

      The Phantom hovered overhead, and its Gravity Lift engaged, picking up the group of soldiers. Von'ra Panvamee glanced around at the camp, ensuring that none had turned to run from glorious battle. Such cowards were not permitted.

      With that, Panvamee stepped forward into the light of the Gravity Lift.

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    • A covenant super carrier comes down and fires glassing beams into the planet, and the exoneration cannons, the plasma canons, the pulse lasers, the radiation flayers, and the hanger bay doors are open so crew can fire focus rifles at the ground while tossing grenades and plasma batteries out the doors. While a slip space jump is on standby for if the ship needs to make a in atmosphere escape jump.

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    • (Dang it Stars >:()

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    • Peterson and his squad made it to the city called New Alxia there they start to set up everything and get ready to defend the city from Covenant Forces.

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:
      A covenant super carrier comes down and fires glassing beams into the planet, and the exoneration cannons, the plasma canons, the pulse lasers, the radiation flayers, and the hanger bay doors are open so crew can fire focus rifles at the ground while tossing grenades and plasma batteries out the doors. While a slip space jump is on standby for if the ship needs to make a in atmosphere escape jump.

      (UN-CANON! RP HERETIC!)

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    • (Hmm, what have we here? An non-continuation Halo RP? Freshly started no less?

      Would any of you guys mind if I joined? While it's been a while, I was very into Halo before I got into 40K, and then Destiny. While some of the details of weapons and planets are fuzzy, I can always pop into Halo Nation again and refresh my memory.

      Anyway, If you would be so kind as to have me, this would be my character:


      Name: Jared Havel

      Age: 24, born 2528

      Gender: Male

      Affiliation: UNSC army

      Rank: Corpral

      Unit: Hastily forgotten over three days of nonstop alcohol intake. (Also wiped out nearly to a man and officially disbanded).

      Weapons: M7 caseless submachine gun, M41 surface-to-surface rocket medium anti-vehicle / assault weapon nicknamed "exorcist".

      Bio: Jared Havel grew up on a underdeveloped world in the outer colonies. His early history is no longer remembered by anyone alive save himself, and records indicate that it was shady at best, with some sources weakly linking him to local insurrectionists. While these links are unsubstantiated, they would at least partially explain his confounding ability to somehow smuggle a fully functional M41 rocket launcher past collection quartermasters, transit security, and the general populace without even drawing suspicion.

      He joined the army at age 18, when the covenant invaded his homeworld and burned it to a crisp as they had all before it. Assigned to an avrage squad in a now-disbanded and forgotten unit, the young trooper was not fully trusted by his squad mates or CO, until he retrieved the rocket launcher of a dead comrade and proved his skill at demolishing covenant vehicles. In that battle, Jared claimed no less than seven enemy vehicle kills, including three ghosts, a banshee, two spectres, and even a partially damaged wraith. This display of firepower saved his squad and two others from being overrun, earning him the respect of his fellow troopers.

      Six years later, the now corpral and heavy weapon bearer Jared Havel was sent with the rest of his unit on their fateful mission to the colony of Arteus V. On the moon of a distant gas giant, yet another disaster in a streak of atrocities early in the war occured. Jared's unit, with two others, was cut off and overrun while defending a spaceport for the evacuation. Jared acreddits his survival (and a good deal of guilt) to a last-minute "tactial repositioning" when his squad was charged by an enraged Jiralhanae captian. The trooper only survived the massacre by high-tailing it to the last avalible civilian transport, which took off shortly afterwards, barely escaping the deathtrap below.

      After reuniting with what remained of the transport fleet, Jared reported in. He was then informed that he was the sole survivior of his unit, with every other man and woman of the same detachment having been declaired KIA in the previous battle. He initally took this news with much grief, believeing that he should have died with the rest of his unit. Eventually, however, this self-loathing settled into a cold lump of guilt amidst a desire for vengance, which he carried with him when his unit was officially disbanded.

      He was then shipped to the planet of Juslrn to await reassignment while on a temporary leave. After three days of nonstop drinking and pleasure, his plans are about to change...


      Oh, and if you do allow me to join, could you please inform me of any rules or customs of Bravo that I may not be familiar with? I wouldnt want to derail the RP just by doing something stupid.)

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    • (Of course.

      First off: we make predominant use of the script style. While there are some who do use the narrative style, nearly all of us use script.

      Also, we avoid text walls as much as we can. That means we don't often write emotions, thoughts, etc.

      This shouldn't need mentioning, of course, but try to keep the quality high. That means balanced posts, no bullshit, etc. We're not Guardians, we're soldiers. We're much more vulnerable.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: (This shouldn't need mentioning, of course, but try to keep the quality high. That means balanced posts, no bullshit, etc. We're not Guardians, we're soldiers. We're much more vulnerable.)

      (AKA: Don't be Sauron)

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    • Inquisitor01 wrote:

      (AKA: Don't be Sauron)

      (Yah, man.  No Sauroning allowed.)

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    • (Did you guys like my first Covvie post?)

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    • (It's a bit too detailed, if I'm honest. And too long.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Of course.

      First off: we make predominant use of the script style. While there are some who do use the narrative style, nearly all of us use script.

      Also, we avoid text walls as much as we can. That means we don't often write emotions, thoughts, etc.

      This shouldn't need mentioning, of course, but try to keep the quality high. That means balanced posts, no bullshit, etc. We're not Guardians, we're soldiers. We're much more vulnerable.)

      (Godammit, so I CANT play teh master chief and kill all teh covenant? BULLSHIT, I wanna go back to screaming in a stupidly overblown scottish accent while decapitating player characters, ripping general command away from the team leader, controlling other's characters to fulfill my every desire, and blowing up ketches with fat men conjured from the infinte depths of my ass...

      Oh wait...


      But serioursly, the only kinda-problem I forsee is that I live, breathe, and swear by walls of text. I shall try to keep my posts more action-oriented while here, but please forgive me if I begin to ramble, for obsessive attention to detail is my nature. And I shall do my best to adopt this strange "script style" of which you speak so highly.

      Oh, and have no fear, I still know well the diffrance between a guardian, a space marine, and a UNSC infantryman. As I remember, a single well-placed (or lucky) shot from a plasma rifle will cave in their helmet and melt a hole through their skull into their brain cavity. That, and the fact that plasma cannons, which are mounted on, like, EVERYTHING, can generally one-shot a bodyarmoured human if hit in the head or torso. Oh, and lets not forget the automatic hand-held railguns that fire foot-long superheated spikes that will pin you to a wall and let you slowly bleed to death while the bigass ape that shot them at you casually rips off your buddy's face because it's bored.

      Heh, all in all, the only thing a UNSC soldier from Halo has over an imperial guardsmen from 40K is slightly superior traning, kinda-understanding of the gun he's using, and being slightly more valuable to high command because the UNSC dosn't have fortress worlds where the birth rate and conscripiton rate are literally synonymous. Incompetent command? Check. Sickeningly high atrittion rates? Check. An overabundance of common weapons that will kill you or mess you up horribly with only one shot. Check. Kinda grimdark, if you think about it.

      Anyway, manythanks for letting me on-board, and I hope not to dissapoint.)

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    • Wesley drew his knife and cuts his harness off. He falls to the floor.

      Wesley: Oww.

      He picked up an M7S of the floor and checked the magazine. Full, 48 rounds. Not enough.

      Wesley: Torine to central. I need backup soon, damn it. I've got one gun with one mag. I need resupply and reinforcement, or the people here ain't gonna make it.

      (Sean, that's yer cue.)

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    • The Phantom zoomed through the air, turning steeply to follow the others. The Shipmaster stepped to the center of the Phantom's troop hold, and began to recite the Oath.

      Shipmaster: When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath!

      Covenant Troops: According to our station! All without exception!

      Shipmaster: On the blood of our fathers! On the blood of our sons! We swore to uphold the Covenant!

      Troops: Even to our dying breath!

      Panvamee enthusiastically shouted along with the Oath, an excerpt from the Writ of Union. As the group recited, the Phantom hit a patch of turbulent air, shaking the entire ship. Sangheili, Unggoy and Kig- Yar alike stumbled in the unrest of the ship. But, Panvamee stood still, and yelled to his followers.

      Von'ra: Stand strong! Do not let this be your undoing! You are Covenant! You do not flinch!

      Hearing their major, the group straightened up.

      By the Prophets, I hope this was a good idea, thought Von'ra.

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    • Central: Copy all, Torine.  We're dispatching two motorized detachments to your location. ETA 5 miuntes. Try to buy some time for the evac, over.

      The garrison's loudspeakers broadcast the message.

      Sergeant: You heard him, sitt sööjad! Move, move, move!

      Ari boards a Walrus with one half of his squad. It was an older amphibious transport, akin in role to the Warthog, from the oft-forgotten time before the Inssurection. Because of their surplus, they were a common sight in the ranks of colonial forces. And because of their complete and utter uselessness, Juslurn purchased them in bulk. Naturally.

      Oster: Do you think anyone will be alive by the time we get there?

      Ari watches as one of the Walruses behind him is ensnared in reeds, nearly tipping over from the sudden stop.

      Ari: I hope so.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (It's a bit too detailed, if I'm honest. And too long.)

      (Was my more recent one of better length? I'm the only current Covvie character, at the moment, and as such, I have to control... well, all of them.)


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    • (Okay, I think I finally figured out why everyone writes massive amounts of text all the time. Pretty much everyone on the Destiny Wiki views RP as story writing. This is not what RP is, however. You describe the actions of your character(s), comparable to how you would do in Dungeons & Dragons. It's literally in the name: roleplay. You don't write a chapter of a book every time it's your turn in D&D, and neither should you in RP.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Okay, I think I finally figured out why everyone writes massive amounts of text all the time. Pretty much everyone on the Destiny Wiki views RP as story writing. This is not what RP is, however. You describe the actions of your character(s), comparable to how you would do in Dungeons & Dragons. It's literally in the name: roleplay. You don't write a chapter of a book every time it's your turn in D&D, and neither should you in RP.)


      (But to some (such as myself), it is enjoyable, hence why novelic RP format exists. None the less, if script is the format of this wiki, I shall oblige.)

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    • (It's not RP, though. It's story writing.)

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    • (But that is how I have fun RPing. It's a bit of an idea killer to say, Bob said this. Tom said this. Bob said this. It's really abrupt, and it breaks up my thought process. There's less emotion that you can convey in script form than novelic. But, like Zero, I will oblige by the rules of the wiki. As it stands, script is far more clean and simple to understand than novelic, which is helpful. But, I just don't like it as much as novel style. I see RPs as... collaborative book-writing. That probably sounds dumb, but that's what it is. A group of people taking a group of protagonists and writing them into scenarios. That's what a book is- a protagonist written into a given scenario. I understand that people find script to be more useful, or more appealing to the eye. I can respect that. But I personally prefer novellic due to the flowing feeling. Script just feels... broken to me.)

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    • (But you can't have interaction with other people to the same extent with novel style, Acc.  The longer the post, the deader the story.  Quick, rapid fire posts between people is how you get good dialogue.  Maybe even just one line per user. You can get pretty good interactions going between two characters that way.)

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    • (Exactly, and that's what's wrong with TBW these days. Everyone sees it as collaborative book-writing. It results in text walls and stagnating threads. Why else did you think TBW is pretty much in a coma?)

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    • (Just look at places like TES Sandbox. It's one of the prime RP wikis around. They are immensely active, because they are actually able to interact with each other.)

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    • (I see your point, but I disagree with you, somewhat. Longer posts don't mean a dead story. Look at the House of Storms threads. Those have long posts, and they lasted a long ass time.

      As for dialogue, I feel that script certainly has the upper hand. However, it feels like there's no emotion. The reader has to figure out the character's emotion. For example, 'Good job' can go either way. You don't quite know how to respond. That's not just laziness; there can be genuine confusion there.

      I see what you mean, but I just feel like novellic is better overall.)

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    • (You know why the House of Storms lasted so long? Because at first, people wrote short posts. After that, it did carry on, but people rarely posted.

      Besides, RP is all about dialogue. It's the central focus.)

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    • (Really though, how you two think you can argue about this, I don't know. You have no experience with actual RP whatsoever.)

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    • (Acc, you can put things like that into the text, watch:

      John goes to open the fridge, trips, and slams like a cannon ball against the shelf of fragile china.  It rolls to the ground and smahes into a million peices.  Tim takes a while to sigh and look over the damage, then looks up to John with an expression of pure exasperation.

      Tim: Good job!

      OR:

      Private Jenkins finally musters up the courage to toss a grenade at the Jap emplacement.  The pineapple twirls through the air like a football, coming to rest at the base of the machine gun.  The Japs frantically shout to eachother, only to be silenced by a much louder noise.  When the smoke clears, only embers remain.

      Sergeant: Good job!

      See?)

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    • (I for one, am not here to argue. While I enjoy novelic style more, both it and script style have their merits and fans.

      Script and novelic, roleplaying and cloabrative storywriting. Call it what you may, at the end of the day, they're just two diffrent styles that are each enjoyable to diffrent people.

      So instead of dragging this thread into a pointless argument, I'm goint to do what I came here to do: roleplay by the rules of the wikia, and enjoy myself.)

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    • (What you're doing isn't roleplay. It's an entirely different thing. And it doesn't work.)

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    • Jared: Uggghhh...

      The trooper slowly opened his eyes to the din of some droning voice, though he couldn't understand the words as his head was throbbing from the first time in the past three days in which he wasn't drunk.

      Jared: Hey baby, you still...

      The corpral sat up and looked around the dimly lit motel room, wondering where the girl from last night was. She didn't strike him as the type to run off after just one night...

      Three things struck him at once: 1) The fact that the girl had left several of her things laying on the floor, and was nowhere to be seen. 2) The droning voice was the city-wide announcement system, calling for an evacuation. And 3) the voice was interuppted by far-off bursts of gunfire.

      Jared: Uggghhh...shit. Shit, shit, shit.

      The army trooper hauled himself out of bed, and into his uniform and armour. Grabbing his helmet from the desk in the room, and "Exorcist" from under a bench in the empty lobby, where he'd stashed it, minus any ammo, three days prior, he paused at the front desk, torn between a cup of recaf and a half-drained bottle of local booze. Deciding that being hungover was preferable to being drunk for combat, Jared snached the coffee of the desk and barged his way out the door.

      While still fastening his chin strap, the corpral was nearly flattened by a flatbed warthog, which stopped just in front of the trooper.

      Colonial sergeant: What the hell are you still doin back here? Hop in, were headed to the front lines!

      Jared: What the shit's shootin at us?

      Colonial sergeant: The damn covvies! Where the hell have you been?

      Jared muttered something along the lines of "hell if I know", as he heaved himself onto the back of the flatbed. As the truck took off through the desolate streets, the corpral helped himself to a unused SMG and a few spare clips. Sipping his recaf, the trooper muttered to himself.

      Jared: Shittist leave ever...

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    • (I'm okay with long post on RP I sometimes like to use wall of text sometimes to show how my character feels I mean this is his home planet and he feels sad amd angry that his home is getting attacked)

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    • "Hold this spot!" Peterson ordered his squad as he shot a Grunt in the head.

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    • Another grunt hugs the fallen body sobbing "Whyyy???? whyyyyyyyyy????? he was my best friiiend!"

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    • (Star can you please make a character card and not make random posts.)

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    • (sorry, i'm not use to being able to just do that, I will think of a char..... while I eat and listen to Christmas music....)

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    • Character Card 

      Name: Trov 'Surecktee

      Species: Sangheili

      Age: 47

      Gender: Male

      Affiliation: Covenant Special Operations Black Seraph Division

      Weapon: T-1 energy sword, energy dagger, T-51 Carbine, and T-25 Directed Energy Pistol

      Equipment: Stealth/Tactical harness, active camouflage, and miscellaneous tools of his trade.

      Rank: Special Operations Commander

      Bio: Trov 'Sureckt was born in 2505. He was among the first recruits to join the expanding Covenant Armed Forces. His superb combat record, tactical mind, and tendency for brutal efficiency soon led to him being recruited into Covenant Special Operations. He served two years in the Special Operations Corps before being conscripted into the Black Seraph Division. Upon his conscription he was granted the rank of Special Operations Commander. 

      He is currently assigned to the Fleet of Unerring Resolution deployed to the Kyia System.

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:

      Character Card 

      Name: Trov 'Sureckt

      Age: 47

      Gender: Male

      Affiliation: Covenant Special Operations Black Seraph Division

      Weapon: T-1 energy sword, energy dagger, T-51 Carbine, and T-25 Directed Energy Pistol

      Rank: Special Operations Commander

      Bio: Trov 'Sureckt was born in 2505. He was among the first recruits to join the expanding Covenant Armed Forces. His superb combat record, tactical mind, and tendency for brutal efficiency soon led to him being recruited into Covenant Special Operations. He served two years in the Special Operations Corps before being conscripted into the Black Seraph Division. Upon his conscription he was granted the rank of Special Operations Commander. 

      He is currently assigned to the Fleet of Unerring Resolution deployed to the Kyia System.

      (Accepted)

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    • Name: Ares (most stereotypical name I could think of. And yes I can do that, in canon theirs a brute named tartarus))


      Species: Jiralhanae

      rank: Captain Ultra

      Weapons: A sangheili sword (yes their are some who use that in canon) needle rifle combat knife (kept it simple)


      Bio: Jiralhanae are savages, how hard can this be? They believe if your not a warrior your not a jiralhanae, respectable enough, He was sent into the covenant military to prove his worth.

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    • Trov Surecktee cleared his throat. "Shipmaster, I have little patience for your antics. Your desire to clense this world is admirable, but you must stay your hand until we have secured the Holy Relics that lie on this world. Many will require purification after having been on a heathen world for so long."

      "You aught to mind your place Commander-"

      "I do. You however are failing to mind yours."

      Shipmaster Reyven Tyianee opened his mouth and shut it again.

      "Commander you do vex me sometimes, but you make a fair point. The Hierarchs themselves would surely place priority on the god's creations. Deploy your team. I will offer any support I can muster but bear in mind that we are still waging a war and your mission is of lower priority than securing the system completely."

      "Understood Shipmaster. You are not as dimwitted as your peers claim."

      Trov turned and left to prepare his acquisition squad.

      (If kept short and sweet, I think this format works nicely. I'll admit I have a tendency to be long winded but I'm trying to be better about that.)

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    • (I find a certain charm to your long windedness when I have the attention span control for it.)

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    • (I understand Red. I'll keep to script style for Bravo's Adventures RPS.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      Central: Copy all, Torine.  We're dispatching two motorized detachments to your location. ETA 5 miuntes. Try to buy some time for the evac, over.

      The garrison's loudspeakers broadcast the message.

      Sergeant: You heard him, sitt sööjad! Move, move, move!

      Ari boards a Walrus with one half of his squad. It was an older amphibious transport, akin in role to the Warthog, from the oft-forgotten time before the Inssurection. Because of their surplus, they were a common sight in the ranks of colonial forces. And because of their complete and utter uselessness, Juslurn purchased them in bulk. Naturally.

      Oster: Do you think anyone will be alive by the time we get there?

      Ari watches as one of the Walruses behind him is ensnared in reeds, nearly tipping over from the sudden stop.

      Ari: I hope so.

      Wesley sees an elite approaching, and guns it down with an extended burst. A few grunts approach, and his M7S clicks dry. He drops it and pulls his SOCOM, firing four rounds in quick double-taps at their methane tanks.

      Wesley: Central, patch me in to the QRF!

      Central: Wilco.

      Wesley: This is Torine. If you're usin' the Walruses I think you are, stop and dismount. It'll be faster and quieter.

      Two jackals come up behind him, and he jumped up and smashed the first one's shield, snaps its neck, shoots the other in the hand and then the head.

      (The maneuver I did with the jackals is possible in ODST. Just make sure you get the timing right.)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:

      (Godammit, so I CANT play teh master chief and kill all teh covenant? BULLSHIT, I wanna go back to screaming in a stupidly overblown scottish accent while decapitating player characters, ripping general command away from the team leader, controlling other's characters to fulfill my every desire, and blowing up ketches with fat men conjured from the infinte depths of my ass...)

      (Sean, here's your Jimbo.)

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    • Averill opened his eyes. He saw nothing but some lights around his vision, and a burning building in the center.

      Averill: Ugh... where am I?

      Averill rememebers where he was, and what he was doing.

      Averill: Fuck this shit, now where the hell is the lever?

      He notices the lever at the bottom right, and pulls it forcefully. The hatch makes a hissing sound, and thrusts itself outward. Averill climbs out of the pod.

      Averill: Crap. This is going to be the last time I ever go in a drop pod unprepared.

      Averill spits out blood.

      Averill: Fuck. Now, where the hell am I? *notices a nearby tourism ad on a signboard* Ah, New Alxia.

      Averill clicks on the public COM channel.

      Averill (COM): This is Corporal Daniel Averill of the UNSC Marine Corps. I'm on, uhh, 32025nd street in the cityof New Alxia. Requesting backup. Over.

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Sean4333 wrote:
      Central: Copy all, Torine.  We're dispatching two motorized detachments to your location. ETA 5 miuntes. Try to buy some time for the evac, over.

      The garrison's loudspeakers broadcast the message.

      Sergeant: You heard him, sitt sööjad! Move, move, move!

      Ari boards a Walrus with one half of his squad. It was an older amphibious transport, akin in role to the Warthog, from the oft-forgotten time before the Inssurection. Because of their surplus, they were a common sight in the ranks of colonial forces. And because of their complete and utter uselessness, Juslurn purchased them in bulk. Naturally.

      Oster: Do you think anyone will be alive by the time we get there?

      Ari watches as one of the Walruses behind him is ensnared in reeds, nearly tipping over from the sudden stop.

      Ari: I hope so.

      Wesley sees an elite approaching, and guns it down with an extended burst. A few grunts approach, and his M7S clicks dry. He drops it and pulls his SOCOM, firing four rounds in quick double-taps at their methane tanks.

      Wesley: Central, patch me in to the QRF!

      Central: Wilco.

      Wesley: This is Torine. If you're usin' the Walruses I think you are, stop and dismount. It'll be faster and quieter.

      Two jackals come up behind him, and he jumped up and smashed the first one's shield, snaps its neck, shoots the other in the hand and then the head.

      (The maneuver I did with the jackals is possible in ODST. Just make sure you get the timing right.)

      (QRF, arrive dammit!)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      Averill opened his eyes. He saw nothing but some lights around his vision, and a burning building in the center.

      Averill: Ugh... where am I?

      Averill rememebers where he was, and what he was doing.

      Averill: Fuck this shit, now where the hell is the lever?

      He notices the lever at the bottom right, and pulls it forcefully. The hatch makes a hissing sound, and thrusts itself outward. Averill climbs out of the pod.

      Averill: Crap. This is going to be the last time I ever go in a drop pod unprepared.

      Averill spits out blood.

      Averill: Fuck. Now, where the hell am I? *notices a nearby tourism ad on a signboard* Ah, New Alxia.

      Averill clicks on the public COM channel.

      Averill (COM): This is Lance Corporal Daniel Averill of the UNSC Marine Corps. I'm on, uhh, 32025nd street in the cityof New Alxia. Requesting backup. Over.

      A flatbed hog skidded around the corner, pulling to a stop next to the newly arrived trooper.

      Colonial sergeant: More of you? I aint got time for this shit, hop in!

      Jared swung his legs around and over the side of the vehicle, moving over to make space for the new arrival. After taking another slug of recaf, which did little to dampen his hangover-induced motion sickness, he spoke to the other army trooper.

      Jared: Mornin' sunshine. You got any idea what the hell's goin' on around here?

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    • After a long battle with the Covenant Forces in New Axia Peterson and his men were able to make the Covenant forces retreat from the city for now... 

      "Alright men we were able to hold them off but they will be back so check your ammo and get ready for another wave." Peterson ordered his men as he walked inside a building and turn on a holographic map of the city and begins to plan.

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    • Trov's stealth phantom breezed over the battlefield invisible to the naked eye. Cloaking was almost unnecessary given that Covenant ground teams had obliterated most of the human anti-air defenses but Trov was in no mood for taking chances. Especially when there were Holy Relics to be found. 

      The phantom dropped to fifteen feet above the ground and from the grav lift poured Trov and his team of BlaSDiv operatives. The moment they all discharged they engaged their active camouflage and the phantom lifted up and out of earshot. 

      The phantom would offer support and stand by for hot extraction should it prove necessary. 

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    • (BlaSDvv? hear?)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:

      A flatbed hog skidded around the corner, pulling to a stop next to the newly arrived trooper.

      Colonial sergeant: More of you? I aint got time for this shit, hop in!

      Jared swung his legs around and over the side of the vehicle, moving over to make space for the new arrival. After taking another slug of recaf, which did little to dampen his hangover-induced motion sickness, he spoke to the other army trooper.

      Jared: Mornin' sunshine. You got any idea what the hell's goin' on around here?

      Averill: Hell if I know. I was assigned to Delta Squad. Got separated from' em during that fucking drop. Who are you guys anyway?

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    • The flatbed continued down the road towards the frontline, causing Jared's recaff to nearly slosh out of its cup and onto the street below. The corpral turned his head to respond to the newcomer's question when the word "drop" surfaced in his mind from the previous sentence.

      Jared: I'm not with these guys, I'm...

      Jared stopped and did a subtle double-take as he glanced over at the other new guy. What he had somehow first precived as another army trooper, had turned into an ODST in full body armour while he wasn't looking, apparently. That, or, the coffee wasn't helping his state much.

      Jared:...with...the...army...yeah.

      The rest of his sentence came out awkwardly. After all, from what he heard, it either took balls the size of mongeese tires, or raw, batshit insanity to become a helljumper. And now, riding towards a bunch of kill-happy covenant with some probably inexperinced colonial troops, and a man who could most likely kick his ass more ways than he could imagine seemed like a shitty situation. While hungover. Shit.

      The corpral downed the last of his recaff with a frown and discarded the mug. Then, he adressed the shock trooper in a far less casual tone than before.

      Jared: Corpral Jared Havel...UNSC army...no longer on leave. And you?

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    • (Averill ain't an ODST, FYI. He just got transferred to an ODST squad for a single mission since the Covenant attacked Juslurn and there was no other Army squad to transfer him to.

      EDIT: Nevermind, changed it.)

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    • NegativeZero.0 wrote:
      Jared: Corporal Jared Havel...UNSC army...no longer on leave. And you?
      CB379 wrote:
      Averill (COM): This is UNSC Army Corporal Daniel Averill.
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    • (It still makes no sense whatsoever, CB.)

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    • (I just copied a similar story from Shrake's story, so that's not my fault. But still, I don't get why it makes no sense.)

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    • (Because you don't just temporarily transfer a simple Army soldier to the most elite special forces, after the Spartans. The chance he'd die is immense. Plus, he has no training with SOEIVs.)

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    • The Phantom's cloaking device initiated as it entered the Human controlled area. The Covenant Troops, along with Von'ra Panvamee, checked over their armour and weapons to ensure all was in order. 

      Panvamee: We will be facing heavy resistance. Prepare yourselves.

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    • Wesley shoots down two more jackals before turning to a grunt and hearing his weapon run dry.

      Wesley(COM): Guys, I'm entirely empty.

      He runs up and smashes the grunt's skull in.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Because you don't just temporarily transfer a simple Army soldier to the most elite special forces, after the Spartans. The chance he'd die is immense. Plus, he has no training with SOEIVs.)

      (Or advanced tactics, or training with other hi-tech gear. Not to mention lack of experince both in general and with the team he'd get slapped onto.)

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    • (Exactly.)

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    • (Guys, someone help Wes!)

      Wesley retreats to the Pelican, checking the bodies for ammo. While he does so, a file advances...

      (DAMMIT, SOMEONE ARRIVE)

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    • (Can't you just take the Grunt's Plasma Pistol or Needler or even a Fuel Rod Cannon?)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      (DAMMIT, SOMEONE ARRIVE)

      (Careful what you wish for, Locke...

      CUZ YA JUST MIGHT GET IT)

      Panvamee's Phantom swooped in over the scene of the battle, deactivating its camoflage. It began to take some fire from the UNSC troops in the area, so it activated its Gravity Lift and dropped all of its troops. Von'ra landed hard on his boots, Carbine raised to kill heretics.

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    • (Just so you're aware, sangheili don't actually have hooves. Some combat boots might create the appearance but we don't have hooves.)

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    • (What do sangheili feet classify as anyway? and when are you going to get into a general discussion thread so I don't have to do this to talk to you?)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
      (Just so you're aware, sangheili don't actually have hooves. Some combat boots might create the appearance but we don't have hooves.)

      (Replaced with boots. But, they really do look like they have hooves. Weird.)

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    • (Well a human's combat boots might be mistaken for hooves as well by a member of a species who had no prior contact with them.)

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    • (From what I have studied human feet are designed soft, able to flex with the ground, for light movement, and capable of great stealth. It is for that reason human shoe designers thought the best strategy was to design the shoes like a shackle so they can't move naturally, give them lots of protection so the feet don't learn to toughen, and make the bottom thick and hard so they walk loudly, and design them with a arch in the shape their feet would normally flex in city ground so they can still be as stable as if the feet could flex.)

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:
      Agent Locke wrote:

      (DAMMIT, SOMEONE ARRIVE)

      (Careful what you wish for, Locke...

      CUZ YA JUST MIGHT GET IT)

      Panvamee's Phantom swooped in over the scene of the battle, deactivating its camoflage. It began to take some fire from the UNSC troops in the area, so it activated its Gravity Lift and dropped all of its troops. Von'ra landed hard on his boots, Carbine raised to kill heretics.

      (Wes is a plot char. Y' can't kill 'im.)

      Wesley turned around.

      Wesley: Ah, fuck...

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    • (You're so obsessed with plot armour. You would absolutely hate Game of Thrones.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (You're so obsessed with plot armour. You would absolutely hate Game of Thrones.)

      (XD

      But seriously, if Sean doesn't start posting then I will.)

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    • Juslurn troops arrived at Wesley's location and help him figiht off the Covenant forces.

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    • Death's Accolyte8 wrote:

      Panvamee's Phantom swooped in over the scene of the battle, deactivating its camoflage. It began to take some fire from the UNSC troops in the area, so it activated its Gravity Lift and dropped all of its troops. Von'ra landed hard on his boots, Carbine raised to kill heretics.

      (I sense Trol to be the commander of this operation.)

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    • (Muahaha, heretics will fall this day!!!)

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    • "Leader, where to?" asked a spec ops sangheili.

      Trov pulled up his his navigational aid on his HUD. 

      "Thirteen hundred units foreward and down for about another thousand. We'll need to find a way below ground. Preferably while drawing as little attention as possible. Militia and UNSC forces have not been completely pacified. Stay sharp. Move out."

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    • (Uh, Necromancy.)

      Averill opens the UNSC E-Band frequency and speaks into it.

      Averill (COM): I repeat, this is UNSC Corporal Daneil Averill. If any UNSC forces are present, please respond.

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    • (No problem to me. I was waiting for this thread to come back.)

      Plasma fire and radioactive bolts rained over the heads of the Justlurn forces. Panvamee growled as a bullet pinged off his energy shields. He turned to the human scum and shot it in its ugly face.

      Von'ra: For the Covenant!

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    • Averill hears the sound, and turns around.

      Averill: Was that a plasma bolt... there are civilians that we need to save. Turn around.

      Darraway: Wha- alrighty then.

      He turns the 'hog around.

      (FYI, the Militia sergeant is Darraway.)

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    • The spec ops team made their way to their above ground target and found a small ONI installation. Trov 'Surecktee growled angrilly upon seeing this. 

      "Why am I not surprised. Okay, ONI installations are usually heavily guarded. I would call for reinforcements and simply wipe them off the map, but something tells me those beaurocrats up there would have to call a general assembly before they approved my request."

      Trov looked at his team roster. "Major Grunokee, you will recon this base's interior and report as you go. I will follow your progress through your helmet eye."

      "Understood Commander."

      The cloaked elite slowly made his way through the gates and into the facility. 

      "Now, we wait for an opportunity," Trov said. 

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    • A banshee is in the air, the oni base can't detect it with their current tec, but covenant can.

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    • (Because its a stealth scout banshee in case you where wondering why not. spoilers, your team isn't the only one who thinks their the only one hear.)

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    • Name: Jezo 'Varumee

      Afiiliation: Covenant, Special Warfare Group

      Gender: Male

      Age: 62 (human years)

      Equipment: Type-31 Needle Rifle, Type-1 Energy Weapon/Sword, Type-25 Directed Energy Pistol, Type-3 Refraction Dissonance Modifier/Camouflage, Dual Energy Daggers

      Bio: As a child, Jezo was skilled in hand-to-hand combat. As a result of this, his father, who was a respected Sangheili Zealot, trained him from childhood to be a Zealot like him. However, Jezo had other interests. After growing up, he joijed the Covenant Special Warfare Group as a SpecOps Sangheili. This caused his father to abandon him, and would later die on the first assault on the Human world known as Deston.

      But he wasn't like most of the other Sangheili, who believed and agreed in everything the Prophets said. Jezo felt that even Humans had a chance to walk the Great Journey. So, with that, every human he killed, every Heretic he slaughtered, added to his hatred of the Prophets. However, it was only his superior officers who insisted that he obey the Covenant beliefs, or be killed as a Heretic.

      Now, he's deployed on the human world of Juslurn, tasked to kill the Humans there and eliminate any Heretics there. But, only time will tell what fate has in store for Jezo...

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