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    Mission Log

    Date: 5th December, 2553

    Location: Silence, Geradel System

    Force: Eureka Company, Sierra Company, and the 112th Armored Recon Platoon

    Primary Objective: Eliminate Insurrectionists and acquire prototype

    Sit-Rep: Task Force Bravo has taken control of the Insurrectionist warehouse where the prototype is believed to be. As the Assault and Manoeuvre teams investigate Sublevel 8, a transmission from the Leadership and Base of Fire teams is heard, saying that they have been captured by Rebels on Sublevel 6. Meanwhile, Chyenka and Leon pursue a mysterious figure on Sublevel 7, and Shrake and Wesley find some valuable information on Sublevel 9...

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    MISSION LOG... END

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    • Jones turns his VISR on, and sees an exit.

      Jones: I found an exit. Bristow, take Slightly Drifts.

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    • Slightly Drifts instinctively casts a over shield around them.

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    • Bristow: The hell am I supposed to do with it?

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    • Slightly Drifts: "Don't worry, I will take good care of you, I promise. So, any orders?"

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    • (Was Slightly Drifts a huragok recovered by Bravo in a past RP?)

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    • (Yep, he's from long before you joined, and I finally have him back.)

      ( http://bravos-adventures.wikia.com/wiki/Slightly_Drifts )

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    • (How intresting is this rp?)

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    • (depends on how good you are at playing as human characters, for you, it would be as fun as yoth.)


      Slightly drifts checks the team members present for any wounds and armor damage, then makes repairs to their bodies armor and weapons.

      "Hope you don't mind, just doing what comes natural."

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    • (yoth was fun for me.  If more people feel they are out of ideas for bravopedia then i am going to have an idea dump.)

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    • (I ran out of ideas when all my ideas died with out their sacrifice being worth it, my ideas are at the point of facing extinction. Its about as effective for me to try to have ideas as taking on a covenant ship with black powder cannons. I have managed to actually take down 1 ship, but now the very last of my world is about to be glassed.)

      (Of corse it would help if someone could teach me how to surrender.)

      (seriously, I see your fleets making a pause while you wait for me to contact them, tell me your demands by 18 hours or I am opening fire again anyway. How do you expect me to know what to do?)

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    • Wesley(COM): Hartley, coming out of the first basement. Say status.

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    • (There's only one building.)

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    • (And we're all underground. Read the intro.)

      As the Innies lead the ODSTs down a hall, Hartley makes a quick hand gesture, and Sasuun ignites the Energy Daggers mounted on his wrists.

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    • (Ooops.)

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    • (I hate to say this, but Sean, I think I have an idea for the next battle. And yes, it contains Innies.)

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    • "Commander, our new friend Mr. Killian has provided us with the location of a supply dead drop. I recommend we put a team on observation in that area and see if we can't catch these suppliers red handed."

      "Excellent work Taybab. You will join the overwatch team at the site. Be advised, we are seeing ever increasing rebel movement in your vicinity. Do not expose yourself unnecessarily."

      "Thank you Commander. Taybab, out."

      Phillipae looked over at Crestus. "This is playing out better than I would have though. We have a human snitch who thus far has proven trust worthy and we already have lead to the weapon runners."

      "Very good Commander. We do honor to our ancestors and our homeworlds."

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    • Jones: Just attach it to your back.

      They sprint through the room, to the door.

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    • Slightly Drifts: "I am 480 years old thank you, I am quite capable of staying with my partner on my own."

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    • Jones: 480 years? That's really old...

      Jones pauses mid-sentence and indicates the others to do so. They hear footsteps, many of them, climbing down stairs.

      Jones (whispering): Ambush...

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    • Slightly drifts: *casts a shield around the team, then converts the shield into a cloaking field, then cloaks him self.*

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    • (H-how?)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote in chat: Coolbuddy379:No, but how'd he create shielding around us? ~ Coolbuddy379 disconnected from FLEETCOM ~

      (As soon as the internet stops sucking I will show you some reliable sources that prove that huragok have the ability to cast shields around things. All he did was tweek it a bit so that instead of giving physical protection it bends the light to hide you guys. He's hoping maby if the insurrectionists don't see anyone they will go away.)

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    • Phillips ejects the nearly spent magazine from his SMG, loading a fresh one. He follows Manoevre silently, VISR active and eyes scanning.

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    • (Do we have VISR? Wasn't that something experimental? Cat, you never gave me a proper answer to this.)

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    • (Every ODST has VISR in their helmet, I believe.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Do we have VISR? Wasn't that something experimental? Cat, you never gave me a proper answer to this.)

      (I did. VISR has been a standard thing since at least early 2552.

      Also, Sean, where are you?)

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    • (CT, your profile pic's gone again)

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    • (So is yours.)

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    • (For a moment, everybody's profile pic was gone. Then, they're back, except for CT's.)

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    • (A number of profile pictures are not displaying.)

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    • (Get your shit together, wikia.)

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    • Shrake runs out the door with Wesley, his rifle lifted up as he looks around for any contact.

      Shrake: We're clear, let's get a move on.

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    • Wesley scans the area.

      Wesley: Okay, we're on sub-basement nine. Hartley and the others are on seven and eight. Let's move.

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    • (How did they go from Sublevel 9 to 4?)

      A rebel sees Sasuun activating his daggers, and responds by firing his DMR. However, the bullets bounce off the Sangheili's shields, and the rebel is quickly killed by the energy daggers. Hartley seizes the opportunity and punches one of the Innies, knocking him out. He then takes his SMG and opens fire on the remaining Innies.

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    • (They captured Wes at basement four, right? I never said he moved.)

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    • (I established in the intro that it was Sublevel 9. If it had been Sublevel 4, Manoeuvre would probably be on 3 right now, and we would have to change the entire situation and edit a lot of comments.)

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    • (Okay. Fixing.)

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    • Hartley shoots the Innie next to Drago in the chest, allowing her to take his weapon. Another Rebel approaches Hartley from behind but is immediately tackled by Mandlebaum, who starts choking him.

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    • Leon: Come on, Chyenka!  He's over there!

      Leon races towards the white-coated figure, who dashes back and forth through the labyrinth of dusty corridors.  The ODST is within reach, when the figure turns and throws a desperate punch, enough of a surprise to gain him a few yard's advantage.  He immediately takes the opportunity and rounds a sharp corner.

      Leon: He's around here, don't let....

      To the sound of steady beats, the lights of the hall begin to go dark.  It only takes a few seconds for the last overhead lamp to flash off. In this sort of light, one may just be eaten by a grue.

      Leon: ...up...  

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    • Shrake just nods and follows Wes, making sure to sweep the rooms they enter with his rifle to ensure no Innies would sneak up on them.

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    • (Sean, is there anything in Sublevel 8 that you want Assault and Manoeuvre to find?)

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    • Chyenka rushes down the corridor and almost crashes into Leon: the room ahead of them is pitch-black.

      Chyenka: Did you hear anything? footsteps? He might be lurking 'round here somewhere.

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    • After successfully choking the Innie, Mandlebaum picks up the body and uses it as a shield, as the rest of the rebels open fire on him.

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    • (So... whatever happened to Farak Miller?)

      Jones: We gotta get out, quietly. There's more than 20 guys coming down here.

      Jones gestures the team to go out.

      Jones (COM): Shrake, where are you?

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    • Leon: He might be.  I guess we'll just have to find out.  But why wait?

      He activates his helmet-mounted flashlight.

      Leon: Dead end.  Doesn't make sense.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote: After successfully choking the Innie, Mandlebaum picks up the body and uses it as a shield, as the rest of the rebels open fire on him.

      One of the rebels is holding a shotgun loaded with slugs: "You know, I would never have shot at you if he was still alive, I in fact would have surrendered, guess you bastards just enjoy killing us to much." He aims for the dead innes body just where Mandlebaum's heart would be and fires a shot.....

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    • Jones (COM: Shrake? Dammit. Leon, do you copy? What's happening there? We're coming to Sublevel 7.

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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 - Medic
      • PFC. Arek Kaflinski - Close-Quarters Specialist 
      • Pvt. Antonio D'Angelo - Explosives Expert
      • Pvt. Alexa Fisher - Demolitions (KIA)
      • Pvt. James Fitzgerald - Rifleman
      • Pvt. Chris Bello - Rifleman (KIA)
      • Pvt. Nikolas Vlachos - Rifleman (KIA)
      • Pvt. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman

      MANEUVER:

      • 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 (KIA)
      • Cpl. Yankel Beck – Ammo-Bearer 
      • Pvt. Matthew Davis - Assistant Gunner
      • Cpl. Farak Miller - Grenadier (MIA)

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pieterson -- Pilot 
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot 
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Flight Engineer
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    • Chyenka: Doesn't add up.

      He takes a few steps down into the room.

      Chyenka: Could he have slipped through a hidden door?

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    • Taybab and the Major checked their camo energy cells one last time and slowly made their way to the drop point. The area looked desolate. They were far out from any inhabitated area. Obviously the Insurrectionists did not want anyone not committed to know they were doing business with people who only a year ago were trying to murder them.

      "Kai, are you in position? Do you have a visual on the dead drop?"

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    • Wesley(COM): We're good, Jones. Moving up to Sub Eight.

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    • Leon: Oh, come on.  Do you really think these idiots would go through all the trouble of...

      The dusty panels of the floor seem to spread a part, revealing walls a sterile shade of white, and a steep metal staircase going down.  The dust stays in place over the gap, translucent and floating.  It flickers off only when the opening is approached.

      Leon: Wow.  They really have this "Evil Lair" thing down-pat. 

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: Taybab and the Major checked their camo energy cells one last time and slowly made their way to the drop point. The area looked desolate. They were far out from any inhabitated area. Obviously the Insurrectionists did not want anyone not committed to know they were doing business with people who only a year ago were trying to murder them.

      "Kai, are you in position? Do you have a visual on the dead drop?"

      (sorry online now catching up.)


      Edit: Kai: "Ready and awaiting orders sir."

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Wesley(COM): We're good, Jones. Moving up to Sub Eight.

      Jones (COM): No, don't There's nothing over here, except a possible ambush. I'm going to Sublevel 7. Follow if you want.

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    • Wesley(COM): Rog'. Linkup by the elevator shafts.

      He swings around the staircase and moves up slowly.

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    • Moving slowly while camouflaged, Jones leads signals Assault through the elevator they came in.

      Jones: Alright, I'll take Manoeuvre to Sublevel and check out Leon and Chyenka while you guys go to Sublevel 6 and check out the LT's team.

      With that, the doors close.

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    • Wesley: Hey, I hear something.

      He moves over to the next staircase as he hears someone speaking.

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    • Jones (COM): I repeat once again, Torine. There might be a possible ambush by Innies. Stay careful.

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    • Phillips notices a blip on his radar in front of Manoeuvre, but moving away from them.

      Phillips(COM): I'm seeing activity here. This feels like a trap, though...

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Wesley: Wilco.

      He moves over to the next staircase as he hears someone speaking.

      (Locke, Jones said that to Assault without COM, there's no way Torine could hear that unless he was with them.

      Also, Farak Miller is a NPC now, we decided it on Chat.)

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    • (Oh.)

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    • (*facepalm*

      Locke, man, don't you ever again quote a post directly above you.)

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    • (Sorry, what? It's just, I'm a bit of a moron who can't remember basic things, no matter how many times I'm told them.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (*facepalm*

      Locke, man, don't you ever again quote a post directly above you.)

      (Sorry, what?)

      (he said not to..... oh never mind.)

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    • (Son of a...)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      (Sorry, what? It's just, I'm a bit of a moron who can't remember basic things, no matter how many times I'm told them.)

      (Lel :P)

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    • (I feel like Miller should be introduced properly as a new member during the next battle.)

      The elevator doors open, and Assault step out.

      Michaels: What the-

      Kaflinski immediately opens fire on the suppoedly leader of the Innies, killing him instantly. This allows the others of Hartley's group to get up and attack the other Innies.

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    • After the elevator doors open, Maneuvre step in.

      Jones: Okay, stay focused. Bristow, get ready with your shotgun, and blast off any Innie that you see once these doors open.

      With that the doors open. Jones aims him a HMG at.. nothing. The entire hall is empty.

      Jones (COM): Leon, where are you guys?

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    • Bristow: They must've left without us. You see any other entrances?

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    • Jones: Uhh.. no. They might have run down this corridor.

      Jones sprints down a corrider to his right.

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    • (Dammit Sean, where the hell are you?)

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    • Slightly Drifts sees a part of the wall that was damaged by gunfire earlier (in the rp) and floats towards it....

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    • Jones: Hey, Slightly Drifts, where are you going?

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    • Slightly Drifts: "My apologies, I can only control my own will so much, my creators intended me to be a tool, nothing more, and I am programed to fix things. Need anything while I have control?"

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    • Lord of the STARS wrote:

      Thel Vadam4321 wrote: Taybab and the Major checked their camo energy cells one last time and slowly made their way to the drop point. The area looked desolate. They were far out from any inhabitated area. Obviously the Insurrectionists did not want anyone not committed to know they were doing business with people who only a year ago were trying to murder them.

      "Kai, are you in position? Do you have a visual on the dead drop?"

      (sorry online now catching up.)


      Edit: Kai: "Ready and awaiting orders sir."

      (lol I am so stupid)

      Kai: "Wait, what am I doing? dead drop? remind me again...."

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    • Taybab sighed and keyed his coms. "Kai, we are waiting to see if any sangheili militants make a weapons dump here. Human Rebels are getting their hands on old Covenant weaponry and we need to find their supplier. Like the brilliant unggoy I am, I have placed you in a optimal sniping position so you may provide overwatch and fire support if necessary." 

      The Major rustled quietly. A phantom's engines could be heard in the distance. The sound got louder and seemed to hover above the field. The green phantom materialized and a large sangheili jumped from the grav lift. 

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    • Kai: "Their they are, our sweet hearted split faced saurian friends. Right on q Taybab."

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    • Shrake moves with Wes, his gun ready to go at any moment if they were to see any insurgents.

      Shrake: Why do we continue to go down? I wanna go back up..

      ( Shrake's a PFC I think )

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    • Wesley: We are. Straight up, so we can contact command, see what's happening.

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    • (Navcom current group arrangements. Who is with who status.)

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    • "Team, move in slowly. Kai, stand by."

      The cloaked BlaSDiv agents slowly made their way towards the target. 

      The large sangheili picked up a box and opened it. "Yes, the nishum have made payment in full. Dump the cargo."

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    • Kai: "They have cargo deployed. Repeat, they have deployed their cargo. "

      He rewinds recorded images on his HUD to the exact cargo he saw, and zooms in on it.

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    • Kia keeps his rifle pointed at the biggest sangheili in the group and the safety on, just in case things turn nasty.


      (anyone else hate how in halo reach the cloaking power up takes away your hearing?)

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    • Rskde wrote:
      Shrake moves with Wes, his gun ready to go at any moment if they were to see any insurgents.

      Shrake: Why do we continue to go down? I wanna go back up..

      ( Shrake's a PFC I think )

      (He used to be, but after becoming an ODST, he became a Private.)

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    • Taybab took a deep breath. "AA, train on phantom. Prepare to engage." Taybab decloaked and approached the sangheili with his T-25 up. 

      "Drop your weapons and surrender at once!" he shouted. 

      The large sangheili went for his sword but thought better of it when he felt a T-51 in his back. 

      "What is the meaning of this?" the elite snarled. 

      "I'll be asking the questions thank you very much. Please order your team to disembark from that vehicle."

      "And why should I do that?"

      "Kai, warning shot."

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    • Bristow: How did you two end up separated from the rest of the team?

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    • (Oh shit, Sean replied to my comment earlier. I hadn't realised that, so I was really just waiting for him to post - I would have responded, and continued the exploration of the room, otherwise. I don't know how to proceed.)

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    • Thel Vadam4321 wrote: Taybab took a deep breath. "AA, train on phantom. Prepare to engage." Taybab decloaked and approached the sangheili with his T-25 up. 

      "Drop your weapons and surrender at once!" he shouted. 

      The large sangheili went for his sword but thought better of it when he felt a T-51 in his back. 

      "What is the meaning of this?" the elite snarled. 

      "I'll be asking the questions thank you very much. Please order your team to disembark from that vehicle."

      "And why should I do that?"

      "Kai, warning shot."

      Kai fires a shot hitting a innocent butterfly perched on a branch just 12 feet away from where the guy who asked why he should cooperate is. A sweet innocent little butterfly who didn't do anything wrong.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (Oh shit, Sean replied to my comment earlier. I hadn't realised that, so I was really just waiting for him to post - I would have responded, and continued the exploration of the room, otherwise. I don't know how to proceed.)

      (Do something, Vess, anything)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      Rskde wrote:
      Shrake moves with Wes, his gun ready to go at any moment if they were to see any insurgents.

      Shrake: Why do we continue to go down? I wanna go back up..

      ( Shrake's a PFC I think )

      (He used to be, but after becoming an ODST, he became a Private.)

      (So he was demoted? A Private in both the Army and Marines is E1, the lowest position. An Army PFC is an E3, and a Marine PFC is E2. Either way, that's a demotion.)

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    • As he steps onto the tread of the staircase, sending a hollow clang echoing through the room, Chyenka turns his VISR on. The entire room is brightly lit for a second, then outlines of its scenery appear on his visor.

      (I think the best thing to do is to postpone Manoeuvre's arrival; have them still be en route to Chyenka and Leon. I really don't know how or why I missed Sean's post.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:

      (So he was demoted? A Private in both the Army and Marines is E1, the lowest position. An Army PFC is an E3, and a Marine PFC is E2. Either way, that's a demotion.)

      (According to Halo: Evolutions, your rank is reset once you join the ODSTs.)

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    • The large sangheili gave the order and the phantom team dropped to the ground. 

      "Inspect the cargo," Taybab ordered. 

      One of the phantom crew shuffled uncomfortablly. "Leader, why is a measley unggoy giving orders?"

      Taybab walked right up to the elite and starred up into his black eyes. "I have more guns. Big guns. That's why."

      "Taybab," the Major said. "We have lots of high grade plasma weapons. Older stuff but still in working order by all appearances. Some have a display mod to facilitate human use."

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    • Shrake just nods.

      Shrake: Hopefully we can break into the shitty UNSC alcohol once we're out of this mess.

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    • Suddenly one of the elites starts to draw something......

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    • The thing he is pulling out is metallic and shinny.....

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    • He opens it..... drinks from it and puts it away.

      The elite: "Look, all we are doing is selling some wares to some humans, theirs no need to be getting feisty about it. Nothing wrong with alittle trade."

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    • Rskde wrote:
      Shrake just nods.

      Shrake: Hopefully we can break into the shitty UNSC alcohol once we're out of this mess.

      Wesley laughs.

      Wesley: I know a corpsman on our ship. Those guys can do anything. He's bringing a case of Sölingen's finest...for a price. 50 credits. Happy to share.

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    • (Right. So he's air support, demolitions, recon, and a medic? Why don't you just tackle this entire mission on your own? Apparently Torine has all the skills necessary.)

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    • (NFR doesn't do demo. But I see your point. Corpsman is retcon.)

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    • (Jesus Christ, dude. You came up with that Naval Force Recon specialises in Demolitions and Recon.)

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    • (Oops. Sorry. I really am an idiot. Demo is now retconned.)

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    • (Lel Locke, you admitted it.

      Also, *sigh* you quoted Red's post again.)

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    • Shrake raises his eyebrows at Wes, stopping for a moment.

      Shrake: Fifty credits?! That's over my paycheck! Maybe I can ask Jones for a raise.

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    • Rskde wrote:
      Shrake raises his eyebrows at Wes, stopping for a moment.

      Shrake: Fifty credits?! That's over my paycheck! Maybe I can ask Jones for a raise.

      (One credit is twenty dollars, about.)

      Wesley: Not mine. As an E7 to your E1, I make about 225 credits a month. Given the new pay raises, though, I think you're getting around 80.

      He moves up.

      Wesley: But we gotta live to get it.

      He runs up the next flight of stairs.

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    • From around the corner a innie fires a shot, nailing Slightly Drifts dead center. He drops his weapon, sobbing, heart broken that he had killed a huragok.... "It, had to be done, I'm sorry, our forces are going to lose, we would not have been able to retrieve you. We cannot allow the U.E.G. bastards the upper hand of yet another engineer."

      He does not bother to pick up his weapon, not even to draw his A.R. He just runs, trying as best he could to get out of the building.

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    • The big elite starred at the elite who spoke. "Shut up Minor."

      "Well, I don't think there is any need to remain out here in the cold night air. Seraphs, commandeer the phantom and its cargo. Return them to the Fury. Secure these men as prisoners and take them to the Fury's brigg." Taybab turned to look at the elite captain. "We can have a more insightful conversation there."

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    • Jones: What the hell is this place? The Innies had such huge rooms in this tiny warehouse? Great.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Right. So he's air support, demolitions, recon, and a medic? Why don't you just tackle this entire mission on your own? Apparently Torine has all the skills necessary.)

      (Screw Noble Six, Torine alone could save Reach on the ground :P )

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    • (Whats that? the battle sires adventures is a dead RP now? Fear not, I will direct you to something far more cool. http://rainbowmonkeys.com/ Your welcome Brovos. Your welcome. :)

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    • The scientist spins around and tries a few shots at his ODST pursuer with a nearby security handgun, all in vain.  Leon's BDU shrugs off the wax bullets like spitballs.  The scientist only has time to turn and run before he's pinned to the ground with an armored glove around his throat and an SmG to his temple.

      Leon: Alrighty.  What do you know about the prototypes?!

      The ODST swiftly flicks a switch on the side of his helmet, changing his COMS system to "retransmit".

      Scientist: I can't tell you!

      Leon: Oh, you "can't tell me".  Typical.  

      He rolls the scientist onto his back and puts the M7 against his mouth.

      Leon: In a second you won't be able to tell anyone anything.  So speak now, or forever hold your-

      Scientist: Okay, okay!

      Leon chuckes.

      Leon: That was easy.

      Scientist: We've been trying for...for years now, but it won't work.  Every attempt...it f-fails!

      Leon: Oh, come on, you guys are smart cookies.  I'm sure you can get anything to fly.

      Scientist: F...fly?  No, we never attempted an EVA, not yet.  We can't even get the subjects past initial augmentations.

      Leon: Augmentations?  What are you talking about?!

      Leon tightens his grip around the hostage.

      Scientist: You....you don't know?  

      Leon: I know that you rebel bastards are trying your damndest to start a space race, that's for sure.

      Scientist: You don't...this facility has n-no connection with Operation: Lysander....

      Leon: Operation...(COMS) Hartley, are you getting this!?

      Scientist: We're just trying to make the perfect human.  The...the ubermensch!  We didn't mean to kill them all, we're not murderers!  

      Leon: Are you fuckers trying to make a...a Spartan?

      Scientist: No, Spartans are bred for a war alone!  Our project, is to evolve mankind!  I-In every aspect!  Science...culture...r-reproduction...and, yes, physical capability....  We...we call it-

      Suddenly, an explosion rings out.

      Scientist: No....oh, no.

      Leon: What is it?  What did you do!?

      Scientist: I did nothing!  I regret nothing!  I'm innocent!  Innocent!

      The lab begins to cave in on itself.

      Leon (COM): LT, this place is coming down!

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    • Hartley (COM): I heard that! We're heading to the elevator with Assault! Everyone, get to a lift ASAP!

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    • (Damn, Redshirts dying already)

      Leon and Chyenka sprint back up the hidden stairwell to the elevator shaft.  Fire errupts in the room behind them as they enter the left.

      Leon (COM): Alright, we're in and we're coming up to you.  What floor, again?

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    • (Retconned. I just thought it'd be kinda ridiculous to get past this without a single casualty.)

      Hartley (COM): Just get to the surface, the whole base is falling apart!

      The Leadership and Assault teams enter their lift. However, once Michaels presses the button, nothing happens.

      Michaels: Oh come on...

      He presses the button repeatedly, until the elevator finally starts moving, just as an explosion is heard beyond the doors.

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    • (Why retcon?  I was just making a comment.  Also, forive me, Vess.  But you said you wouldn't come back.)

      Leon (COM): Alright, we're going.

      Leon slams the button for the main lobby.

      Chyenka (COM): Get Croft or Gardener on the line, we're gonna need quick Evac!

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    • (It's very obvious you're just doing this to prove us wrong.)

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    • (It's very obvious you're not responding to prove us wrong. I'm just not distracted by Chat anymore)

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    • (Forgive you for what?)

      The elevator begins ascending slowly, and the lights on the panel turn on, one after another. Suddenly, as the light for sublevel two flashes, the lights in the elevator suddenly cut out, and it halts.

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    • Wesley: Fuck! Shrake, we gotta get topside, now!

      He increases his pace as he runs up the stairs.

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    • Hartley's elevator reaches the main floor.

      Hartley (COM): Major, we need immediate evac! The base was rigged to blow!

      Gardener (COM): Bravo, I've dispatched an Albatross to pick you up outside the warehouse. Get to it as fast as you can, we've got rebels converging on that position. All other Task Forces are already on their way to the Sword.

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    • (For using Chyenka, Vess)

      Leon: Shit!  Uhh...do you see a hatch anywhere?

      He activates his flashlight again.

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    • An Innie appears in front of the door, but is quickly killed by Kaflinski. Once they exit the warehouse, the Albatross can be seen in the distance.

      Hartley (COM): We're outside. What's taking you guys so long?

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    • Leon (COM): We're trying to get out still.  The elevator broke down.

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    • Chyenka: On the ceiling! Here, see if you can get it open!

      He kneels down on his prosthetic leg and interlocks his hands, gesturing to Leon to step up.

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    • The whole building rumbles as Leon steps up.

      Leon: We need a...a key?  No, screw that.

      He pulls out his SmG and fires at the hatch's handle.  The bullets dent the door out of shape enough for it to dislocate itself.

      Leon: Alright, here we go.

      He climbs up and drops a hand down for Chyenka.

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    • Sean4333 wrote: (It's very obvious you're not responding to prove us wrong. I'm just not distracted by Chat anymore)

      (Sure, Sean. That's probably the reason you're posting every five minutes, something you didn't even do before E3.)

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    • (I'm posting every five minutes because I don't have to worry about continuing a conversation.  I'm not the only one posting, either.)

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    • (The other one is Cat. Who is also doing the same thing. Vess and Locke both posted only once.)

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    • (Gott im Himmel, Red.  Stop complaining and start RPing.  Come on in, the water's warm.

      EDIT: Also, might wanna check your numbers ;) )

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    • The Albatross slowly descends towards Hartley's position.

      Pilot (COM): Hang in there, Bravo.

      It turns towards a group of rebels approaching from the right and fires a burst from its nose-mounted turret, forcing the Innies to take cover.

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    • (I just did. Vess and Locke posted once.)

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    • (I wait for no man!

      Also...twice, Red)

      Leon heaves Chyenka up through the hatch, albeit after a few attempts.

      Leon: The hell is that leg made of?!

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    • Wesley(COM): All units, say status. Sierra Seven to all units, say status. What the hell happened?

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    • Beck (COM):  What do you think happened, Sherlock!?

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    • Wesley(COM): An explosion.

      He runs up to the Albatross and jumps inside.

      Wesley(COM): Task Force 290, our ride's here. Let's go.

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:

      Gardener (COM): Bravo, I've dispatched an Albatross to pick you up outside the warehouse. Get to it as fast as you can, we've got rebels converging on that position. All other Task Forces are already on their way to the Sword.

      (That's really not neccesary, Locke)

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    • (Oops. Sorry.)

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    • (No problem)

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    • Maneuvre runs through the corridor back the way they came back. Jones sees that the elevator is currently in another floor. Wasting no time, he directs the team through the stairs.

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    • A metre or two above Leon and Chyenka on the roof of the lift, the shaft opens out onto the next floor.

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    • The Albatross is hit by a rocket, and the pilot loses control of the dropship. It crashes into the roof of the warehouse, damaging one of its engines, before the pilot regains control.

      Pilot (COM): Tell your friends to hurry the hell up, we won't last much longer out here!

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    • Bristow sprints up the stairs, where he sees an Insurrectionist trying to crawl up the staircase. He is missing both his legs and his face is heavily bruised and cut.

      Innie: Please... Help me...

      Bristow snickers, before putting the barrel of his shotgun to the man's forehead.

      Innie: No, please... I beg you...

      Bristow: I don't like beggars.

      He pulls the trigger, and the contents of the man's skull are sprayed against the wall.

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    • Wesley: No shit, lady, I sound like I'm ordering a pizza? (COM): Hartley! Two minutes! Then the pilot's taking off!

      Pilot: Wait–

      Wesley unholsters his M6 and points it at the pilot.

      Wesley: I will assume you didn't mean that you were going to abandon my team, and that you didn't mean you were leaving them to die immediately. Correct?

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    • (Okaaay, then)

      Leon: There, we can take those stairs!

      An explosion knocks them over.

      Leon: That ladder!

      The ladder slides off the wall, and tumbles sideways.

      Leon: Alright, we're gonna have to free climb.

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    • (Sean, what? The opening from the lift shaft was above them. Why would there be stairs?)

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    • (An emergency exit.  Also, the "Okaaay, then" was in response to Locke.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: Bristow sprints up the stairs, where he sees an Insurrectionist trying to crawl up the staircase. He is missing both his legs and his face is heavily bruised and cut.

      Innie: Please... Help me...

      Bristow snickers, before putting the barrel of his shotgun to the man's forehead.

      Innie: No, please... I beg you...

      Bristow: I don't like beggars.

      He pulls the trigger, and the contents of the man's skull are sprayed against the wall.

      (Actually in that situation, I could only hope someone would do the same for me.)

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    • (Okay, we're climbing up.)

      Leon grabs a dangling cable and tugs at it.  It rips out of the wall.  He then grabs another one, and does the same, before climbing up the shaft.

      Leon (shouting down): Chyenka, this is the surface!  Get up here!

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    • ("And does the same"?)

      Chyenka takes hold of another cable and begins climbing up the shaft. As he nears the exit, debris falls past him as the building collapses, and the structure holding the cable tears. Metres away from the passage out, he is left swinging by the line.

      Chyenka: Shit! Leon, you still up there?

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    • (Tugs at it to see if it's stable, Vess)

      Leon: Yeah, I'm still here.  What the hell is taking you so long?!

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    • Chyenka: Whatever's holding this cable up, it just came loose! I'll try to climb higher, but it's not looking good!

      Unable to support himself against the wall, Chyenka pulls at the cable to lift himself higher. As he does so, more debris falls and a creaking comes from above.

      Chyenka: This isn't gonna support me without pulling the roof down!

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    • Leon: Wait here, I'll be right back.

      Leon disappears from sight for what sees like an eternity.  But the sound of a motor revving announces his return.  It was an Innie Warthog from the motor pool just outside; its tow cable slowly reeling its way down the shaft.

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    • Hartley and his group sprint across the field towards the Albatross, which had just landed. Sasuun jumps in first and extends his hand to Michaels, but the pilot is forced to pull the Albatross up to evade another rocket.

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    • The tow cable stops two feet short of Chyenka. Reaching in vain for it, he climbs further up on his cable. The sudden movement, however, pulls free a large chunk of rubble, and Chyenka leaps for the Warthog's cable. As he sways on the cable, the rubble passes where he was seconds ago before halting with a roaring bellow.

      Chyenka: I'm clear! Now drive me up!

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    • Leon shifts into reverse and slams his foot on the pedal.  A section of the facility collapses into dust in the distance.

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    • Chyenka clambers over the ledge and onto the surface, before beckoning over to Leon in the Warthog.

      Chyenka: That was some quick thinking, kid. Better hurry up - there's a dropship waiting for us.

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    • Another rocket flies by the Albatross

      Pilot: That's it, I'm taking off!

      Leon (COMS): Wai-wai-wai-wai-wai!

      The two climb into the Albatross, just as automated machine gun turrets fire on the transport.

      Leon: Go-go-go-go-go!

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    • (Manoeuvre is still underground.)

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    • (Are they?  Damn.)

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    • (*cough*CB you skrub post*cough*)

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    • (CB is probably sleeping right now. Red has control of Manoeuvre too.)

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    • MANEUVER:

      • 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 

      (Also, Inq (Lindberg) and Zero (Philips) and...Locke?)

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    • (Philips is Acc., and the others weren't posting. Fair enough, though, CT.)

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    • Wesley: Waitwaitwait! We have people still down there!

      Pilot: No can do! We go back, we all die!

      Wesley: Fuck! (COM) This is Sierra Seven. Fido, give me a flight of the area. Scan for active Neural Interfaces down there!

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    • (Reeeeeed!   Haaaaaaalp!)

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    • (*proceeds to force the entire RP to a halt*

      All part of my master plan!)

      Bristow: (COM) We're almost there. Had to finish off some Innie.

      True to his word, a hatch on the roof is knocked open, and out comes Manoeuvre.

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    • (Damn it, Red!  We knew you were behind this! :P)

      Pilot (COM): As soon as they get on, we're officially out of here!

      Gardener (COM): Damn right.  We're calling all units back to the Sword.  Not exactly a succesful first mission, but ONI will do a good job covering it up.  Debriefing as soon as your hangar-side, out.

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    • Wesley: Roger, command. Over and out.

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    • (I was actually playing Fallout 4. Can't do that enough)

      Bristow: That went well enough.

      Bristow, followed by the rest of Manoeuvre, sprint towards the Albatross. As they clamber in, a lone Insurrectionist climbs out of the same hatch Manoeuvre used and shoulders a Spartan Laser.

      Bristow: A Splaser! Where the fuck did they get a Splaser?!

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    • (Wait, Red, does the release of Fallout 4 mean that the Only Truth is no more?)

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    • The facility shakes again, and begins to sink in to the ground.  The area around it falls in as well.

      Beck: I really don't think it matters at this point....

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    • (This marks the first appearance of the Splaser in the Battle Series, I think. We'd been ignoring it until now for some reason.)

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    • (Probably because it's a Spartan-only prototype weapon.  Seeing a Splaser as an ODST would be like seeing Iron Man's repulsor-gloves as a US Marine.)

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    • (*cough*Dutch*cough*)

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    • (Y'know, Acc was supposed to have a Splaser of an RL, but then he decided on a GL instead.)

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (Wait, Red, does the release of Fallout 4 mean that the Only Truth is no more?)

      (Of course not. I just don't have Skyrim on my PC.)

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    • As the building begins to collapse, the Insurrectionist desperately starts charging up the shot.

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    • (This is starting to get interesting.)

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    • The sangheili captain lay bound to an interrogation chair. Crestus paced around him slowly. 

      "I tire of asking. Who are you working for and where did these weapons come from?"

      "Fal 'Goratom. Captain. U-273-12."

      Crestus turned and punched the captain in the mandibles. The captain growled and spat out a glob of shattered canine and blood. 

      "If you cooporate, we can grant you asylum."

      "Why do you do this? We could keep the humans infighting indefinitely. Do not the jiralhanae, hate the humans as the sangheili of the True Covenant?"

      "First, I owe no alligence to any tribe. Second, what is the True Covenant?"

      "We are True Covenant. We honor the gods in the way they indended. Using their gifts to further the cause of the Great Journey and to destroy all who oppose us. Under the True Covenant, the san'shyuum maintain their rightful place as servants utilizing their unique services only when instructed by the one true prophet."

      "Yes. I haven't heard that one before," Crestus said sarcastically. 

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    • As the Innie charges up the shot, the ground beneath him starts giving way, and he tumbles backwards. He lets go of the trigger, and the beam is shot into the sky, destroying a Hornet unlucky enough to be in its way.

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    • Jones: Holy... We need to get out of here, now! Or maybe..

      Jones turns towards Drago.

      Jones: Drago, see if you can take out that Splaser-wielding guy.

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    • (Dab's energy cutlass was hanging on Phillipae's wall last I checked.)

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    • (The building is already crumbling apart, what's the use of shooting some guy who is about to die anyway?)

      Drago: No need. Look, the building is collapsing.

      And indeed, the building finally breaks down; the Insurrectionist vanishes as the whole building falls and turns to rubble.

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    • Jones: So, what do we do now?

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Y'know, Acc was supposed to have a Splaser of an RL, but then he decided on a GL instead.)

      (When did this happen?

      Sorry for vanishing. I've had a tough time with my schedule. But I should be back more frequently now.)

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    • The Albatross lifts off, with a wing of Hornets escorting it. Moments later, it exits Silence's atmosphere and lands in the Sword's hangar.

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    • Wesley: Well, at least–wait.

      Wesley checks his pockets quickly and frantically, calming when he finds his wallet.

      Wesley: Never mind.

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    • The Albatross bay door opens, and Bravo files out.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      The Albatross bay door opens, and Bravo files out.


      (I thought that said "flies" for a second, and got really confused xP )

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    • (I saw that too. Is I stoopid?)

      Phillips: That was too close...

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    • (So did I, and all I am hear for is to seek a way to kill off my last remaining character as well so I can pull out with out having a scene for him to catch me off guard. Lol.)

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    • Gardener arrives at the hangar, and approaches the ODSTs as they exit their dropships.

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    • Wesley: Major on deck!

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    • Phillips snaps into a salute.

      Phillips: Sir!

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    • Bristow: Calm your tits, Phillips. It's just Gardener, he's not gonna bite off your fingers.

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    • Gardener: You'd be surprised, I'm part cannibal.  Alright, listen up!  The first stage of Operation: KITTYHAWK.....

      Chetner walks in.

      Gardener: ...was a complete and utter failure, you should all be dissapointed in yourselves!   If I had sent two thousand monkeys down there and pointed them in the right direction, they could have done a better job than any of you!  And in less goddamn time!  As such, demotions-

      A few ODSTs in the audience groan.

      Gardener: Demotions across the board, will be acted upon immediately.   

      Chetner walks out.

      Gardener: I am ashamed to be your leader today! Absolutely ash-....phew, he's gone.  Alright, everybody, follow me.

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    • Wesley: (Muttering) What for?

      He follows Gardener.

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    • Phillips follows the group.

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    • Jones: Major, where are you taking us?

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    • Wesley: Seriously, sir, where?

      (Sean post u skrub)

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    • Crestus entered Phillipae's cabin. "Commander, I have completed the interrogation of the captured Captain. He was not very forth coming but I believe we have some valuable intel. My report is complete so that you may view it at your leisure. The huragok do a thorough examination of the captured weapons as we speak."

      "Excellent work Crestus. I've decided that we need to insert a mole amongst these arms dealers. Do you have any recommendations on who to send?"

      "I might suggest Relka, but history has shown her gender makes her limited when working with fundamentalists. It must be a sangheili, I presume, so I would recommend the Minor Yenek 'Zelov."

      "Very good. Thank you Crestus. Take us into a lower orbit. I want to have a faster reaction speed in case an opportunity shows up."

      "Understood Commander."

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    • (I'm a busy man, peeps.)

      Gardener leads them back to the old Bomber Storage Wing/Briefing Room in the rear of the hangar, which now featured some crude foldable seats, a holoboard and map set, working lights, and, most importantly, air conditioning.

      Gardener: Shut the doors.

      A member of the hangar staff nod, and scurries to a panel on the wall.  The room emerges into ear-breaking screeches as the old door painfully slides itself shut, ending with a shrill cry to announce it was locked.

      Gardener: Alright, is this thing...

      He taps the microphone in front of him..

      Gardener: Yay, it works.  Okay.  Ladies and Gentlemen, the first stage of Operation: KITTYHAWK, is, was, a decisive failure.  We failed to locate the testing grounds of the space program, which we now know is called "Lysander" within the Insurection Circle thanks to Intel aquired by Bravo - everyone, say: thank you, Bravo.

      The words "Thank you, Bravo" are repeated by the ODSTs in a monotonous tone.

      Beck: You're welcome!

      Brace: Eh, shut up!

      Gardener: *ahem* However, we failed to gain any relevant intelligence on Lysander, and most of our deployments resulted in either absolutely nothing noteworthy, or a complete political shit-storm involving the deaths of uncountable innocents that we're still trying to write our way out of.

      Cantor shifts uncomfortably, and the members of Golf search for other things in the room to look at.

      Gardener: Yes, everyone, say: Thank you, Golf.

      "Thank you, Golf" is repeated in the same mechanical way, this time carrying with it a sharp hint of indignity.

      Cantor: You know what?  You're fucking welcome!

      Gardener: *sigh* Lord, what an audience.  Despite the points which I have covered earlier, I am labeling the first stage of Operation: KITTYHAWK as a successful failure.  We may not have accomplished any of the original objectives, but we found something equally important.   Possibly even greater.

      A recording plays on the board, from Chyenka's helmet cam.  It shows an ODST pinning a scientist to the ground, an assault rifle at his head.

      Leon (Recording): I know that you rebel bastards are trying your damndest to start a space race, that's for sure.

      Scientist (Recording): You don't...this facility has n-no connection with Operation: Lysander....

      Leon (Recording): Operation... Hartley, are you getting this!?

      Scientist (Recording): We're just trying to make the perfect human. The...the ubermensch! We didn't mean to kill them all, we're not murderers!

      Leon (Recording): Are you fuckers trying to make a...a Spartan?

      Scientist (Recording): No, Spartans are bred for a war alone! Our project, is to evolve mankind! I-In every aspect! Science...culture...r-reproduction...and, yes, physical capability.... We...we call it-

      Suddenly the quality drops, and a loud static sound overtakes all other noise. Leon shouts something at the scientist, who mouths words back in reply. Then the recording ends.

      The room fills with coversation.

      Gardener: If you were thinking that this information is extremely sensitive, you are 100% correct.  A super-soldier, or, to quote the man in the video, an "ubermensch".  We are talking about a top secret project here that we have not come across yet.  We've checked, intercepted messages, interrogated prisoners, none of which have given us anything.  But it's good that Pvt. Leon and Lt. Chyenka managed to do this.  Make no mistake, this is not a victory for the UNSC.  We have not won yet. Far from it.  This is a warning.  A warning that the rebel forces are much better at hiding their information than we initially presumed.   As the old Silence proverb goes, "the empty cave is only empty until the torch is lit".  This revelation, this understanding of their capabilities- their terrifying capabilities-can only mean-

      A Junior officer hurries on stage and whispers something in Gardener's ear.

      Gardener: No, you're kidding.

      Officer: Wish I was.

      Gardener: Well then.  Attention all personnel, we are now in a state of emergency.  Due to unknown causes, two UNSC Ships have been destroyed in atmosphere over Silence.  The Captain is requesting all units to battle stations.  Get to it! Let's go!

      With another set of obnoxious wails, the hangar doors open, letting in the sounds of sirens and emergency broadcasts.

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    • Wesley: Major, where do you want us?

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    • (Did I just hear... Übermensch?)

      From somewhere in the back of the room, Bristow's disembodied voice calls out.

      Bristow: Shut up Torine, you're not in charge!

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    • (That was a question directed very generally.)

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    • (It was answered very specifically.)

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    • Jones (muttering): Damn, these two aren't going good. Worse than Beck and Brace...

      Beck: Did you say something.. my name?

      Jones: Uh, no. 

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    • (The RPs just slowed down...again. Someone help.)

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    • Phillipae stared wearily at the holoscreen sifting through com frequencies. The UNSC seemed to be having a somewhat difficult time carrying out their anti-insurrection operations. 

      A notification popped up. It was the report from the data worm he had deployed seven units ago. 

      He scanned the report. "Very good," he muttered to himself. There was a goldmine of intel. Both UNSC and Insurrectionist in origin. Aiding in anti-insurrection operations if done properly would improve SoS/UEG relations and the Arbiter had declared that to be a primary directive in SoS and by extension, BlaSDiv military operations. 

      The most interesting thing was a file named Übermensch. The file contained a an unabridged compilation of a work called Thus Spoke Zarathustra in the German language. The interesting part was not the long dead philosopher's work itself as much as it was the connections this file had to other things in the planetside network. 

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    • Hartley: Bravo, let's go!

      Hartley sprints out the door, into the main hangar. The mixture of sirens blaring, dropships taking off and soldiers shouting makes it almost impossible to make out what the loudspeaker is saying.

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    • (So, if I'm gonna get back into RPing, can someone give me a brief sitrep?)

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    • (This post sums up the whole mission:

      Sean4333 wrote:

      Gardener leads them back to the old Bomber Storage Wing/Briefing Room in the rear of the hangar, which now featured some crude foldable seats, a holoboard and map set, working lights, and, most importantly, air conditioning.

      Gardener: Shut the doors.

      A member of the hangar staff nod, and scurries to a panel on the wall.  The room emerges into ear-breaking screeches as the old door painfully slides itself shut, ending with a shrill cry to announce it was locked.

      Gardener: Alright, is this thing...

      He taps the microphone in front of him..

      Gardener: Yay, it works.  Okay.  Ladies and Gentlemen, the first stage of Operation: KITTYHAWK, is, was, a decisive failure.  We failed to locate the testing grounds of the space program, which we now know is called "Lysander" within the Insurection Circle thanks to Intel aquired by Bravo - everyone, say: thank you, Bravo.

      The words "Thank you, Bravo" are repeated by the ODSTs in a monotonous tone.

      Beck: You're welcome!

      Brace: Eh, shut up!

      Gardener: *ahem* However, we failed to gain any relevant intelligence on Lysander, and most of our deployments resulted in either absolutely nothing noteworthy, or a complete political shit-storm involving the deaths of uncountable innocents that we're still trying to write our way out of.

      Cantor shifts uncomfortably, and the members of Golf search for other things in the room to look at.

      Gardener: Yes, everyone, say: Thank you, Golf.

      "Thank you, Golf" is repeated in the same mechanical way, this time carrying with it a sharp hint of indignity.

      Cantor: You know what?  You're fucking welcome!

      Gardener: *sigh* Lord, what an audience.  Despite the points which I have covered earlier, I am labeling the first stage of Operation: KITTYHAWK as a successful failure.  We may not have accomplished any of the original objectives, but we found something equally important.   Possibly even greater.

      A recording plays on the board, from Chyenka's helmet cam.  It shows an ODST pinning a scientist to the ground, an assault rifle at his head.

      Leon (Recording): I know that you rebel bastards are trying your damndest to start a space race, that's for sure.

      Scientist (Recording): You don't...this facility has n-no connection with Operation: Lysander....

      Leon (Recording): Operation... Hartley, are you getting this!?

      Scientist (Recording): We're just trying to make the perfect human. The...the ubermensch! We didn't mean to kill them all, we're not murderers!

      Leon (Recording): Are you fuckers trying to make a...a Spartan?

      Scientist (Recording): No, Spartans are bred for a war alone! Our project, is to evolve mankind! I-In every aspect! Science...culture...r-reproduction...and, yes, physical capability.... We...we call it-

      Suddenly the quality drops, and a loud static sound overtakes all other noise. Leon shouts something at the scientist, who mouths words back in reply. Then the recording ends.

      The room fills with coversation.

      Gardener: If you were thinking that this information is extremely sensitive, you are 100% correct.  A super-soldier, or, to quote the man in the video, an "ubermensch".  We are talking about a top secret project here that we have not come across yet.  We've checked, intercepted messages, interrogated prisoners, none of which have given us anything.  But it's good that Pvt. Leon and Lt. Chyenka managed to do this.  Make no mistake, this is not a victory for the UNSC.  We have not won yet. Far from it.  This is a warning.  A warning that the rebel forces are much better at hiding their information than we initially presumed.   As the old Silence proverb goes, "the empty cave is only empty until the torch is lit".  This revelation, this understanding of their capabilities- their terrifying capabilities-can only mean-

      A Junior officer hurries on stage and whispers something in Gardener's ear.

      Gardener: No, you're kidding.

      Officer: Wish I was.

      Gardener: Well then.  Attention all personnel, we are now in a state of emergency.  Due to unknown causes, two UNSC Ships have been destroyed in atmosphere over Silence.  The Captain is requesting all units to battle stations.  Get to it! Let's go!

      With another set of obnoxious wails, the hangar doors open, letting in the sounds of sirens and emergency broadcasts.


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    • (Ok, and where are we now? More importantly for me, where's Matt?)

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    • (On the Sword, in orbit over Silence. Matt is with Bravo.)

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    • (Oh, we haven't deployed yet? Alright, well I'm up-to-date.)

      Whether by his subconscious' intention or pure coincidence Matt found himself falling behind the majority of Bravo. As he upped his pace to catch up, a Troop Transport 'hog drove into his field of view and almost ran him down, beeping as it did.

      'Hog Driver: Hey, watch-

      Suddenly, the Warthog was a Wraith boosting over sandy terrain, the sirens were the muzzles of MA37s at the hands of Marines, or T-25 Plasma Rifles in the hands of Elites. The enclosed hangar was a dry, exposed battlefield, which Matt was trapped in the middle of.

      DAB: -it, Matt! Jackal to your left!

      He turned his head, and surely enough, there was a T'vaoan sprinting at him, Plasma Pistol drawn...

      Then the world turned back to normal. The Warthog was a Warthog again. The Jackal, a Marine who jogged past wordlessly.

      These flashbacks were becoming more frequent. Matt was beginning to suspect he wasn't cut out to be a Marine, let alone an ODST. Joining the Corps had seemed the natural progression after Mombasa, but as time passed since Thel 'Vadam struck the Prophet of Truth down in 2552, and the boundaries between good and evil, right and wrong, began to blur, he was having second thoughts - only, he was having these thoughts almost a year after the point-of-no-return.

      Shaking his head and banishing these thoughts, Matt caught up with the rest of the task force, trying not to think about the truth which was becoming more and more obvious to him.

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    • (No, we have already deployed. We just got back. Ships are mysteriously blowing up all around us, so we're getting ready for a space battle I guess.)

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    • (Oh, I see. Anyway, that doesn't factor into the comment I just wrote.)

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    • Wesley: Okay, LT, what's the plan?

      (Wait...Marines don't have an MOS for medics. They're all Navy guys.

      Brace needs a rank change.)

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    • Hartley: We can't make a plan when we don't even know what's hitting us, can we? I'll get Croft on the line. (COM) Captain, what's going on?

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    • (Hey Thel, posting this hear so you can read it. If you can remember what Kai's personality is besides having the ability to fence El Zorro and out snipe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcxthg885ZY then just go ahead and play him. I lost interest in the RP and have pulled out. Oh and btw. http://bravos-adventures.wikia.com/wiki/Special:Chat & http://bravos-adventures.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:19424#90 )

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    • (So does Torine, Locke. NFR is still bullshit.)

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    • (Sean, stop being a lazy wanker and post.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Sean, stop being a lazy wanker and post.)

      (But I like being lazy...and a wanker.  And last time I wrote my comment, the entire thing deleted itself.  You don't mean to tell me that you- fine.)

      In Orbit over Silence

      The UNSC Frigate König, a Paris-Class, patrols the space above the site where two military carriers, the Warsaw and the Queen Mab, were suddenly destroyed on a routine tranport mission at medium atmosphere.  The cause is yet unknown.  The Frigate stays in contact with the local space station Fort Arad, keeping a careful eye on the fires below.  Suddenly, a small craft silently drifts into space from the same general area as the disaster.

      Egret: Heron, Heron, this is Egret, I have a small vessel approaching your sector, how copy?

      Heron: Roger, Egret, looks like a civilian liner, over.

      Egret: Negative, Heron, that thing is too small and too quick for a liner.   Might be a blockade run or a drug run.

      Heron: Hard copy, Egret, prepare a scan.

      Egret: Scanning....Right, okay, that thing is loaded with contraband.  Stolen warhead, looks like.  (Heron: Rebels...)  Prepare to interdict.

      Heron: Roger, Egret, we'll recieve.   

      Egret: Message sent.  

      Heron: Reply?

      Egret: Negative.

      Heron: Okay, Egret, he's jettisoned the cargo, over.

      Egret: Jettisoned it at 39k kilos an hour?

      Heron: Rookie mistake, he's no pilot.

      Egret: No, the cargo.  Sensors indicate it's topping out at high speed.

      Heron: It's probably just inerita.  As long as it gets to us, over

      The jettisoned cargo continues to zoom toward the König, propelled by a small blue light.

      Egret: Okay, Heron, that is not drift, that thing is powered. I repeat, that is not drift, the contraband is powered, over.

      Heron: Can't be, check your scanners.

      Out of the flaming wreckage on the planet, more small craft emerge.

      Heron: Egret, we have more contacts approaching from-

      Egret: Heron, that is a powered device heading directly toward your location, how copy?!

      Heron: No copy, Egret, your scanners must be acting u-

      Egret: Woah woah woah, brace, brace, brace brace, brace!!

      The "cargo" makes contact with the König directly above its hangar.  The frigate is seperated into fourths, and then fifths when the bridge suffers a delayed explosion.  The Fort Arad's defenses are instantaneously activated as König drifts apart.  Longswords scramble from every hangar and swarm the station like bees around a hive.  Operation Lysander was a success.

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    • Hartley turns off the COMs with Croft and stops sprinting. He turns around and faces Bravo.

      Hartley: We're in a tight situation here. Apparently the prototype's on the loose, and is making short work of our ships. We don't know exactly what it's capable of, but we do know that one shot from that thing is capable of blowing a heavy frigate to pieces.

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    • Wesley: So how do we stop it?

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    • Bristow: How do you think, genius? We break it.

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    • Wesley: And how do we do that?

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    • Chetner: God damn it, Croft!

      Chetner storms into the Sword's bridge, and bee-lines for the captain's seat.

      Croft: Admiral, you're blocking my view.

      Chetner: Maybe that's a good thing!  Any more of your decision making skills and we might as well tell the rebels that the entire planet is theirs!  You do more bad than you do good!  

      Croft: Admiral, I understand that the situation is-

      Chetner: "understand that the situation"-fishkiwickaflipawka!  Forget about al that!  The fleet is collapsing upon itself because of your failed operation!  Look at this!

      He steps aside and reveals the view out the window.  Swarms of black flies dart about the fleet, and every so often one silently burts into flames.  But for every one of theirs lost, at least five of the larger, slower Longswords are reduced to debris.  The frigates, destroyers, and cruisers were trying their best to contain the rebel fighters, cicrling and firing at the large clusters.  But it was no use.  The tiny craft were too small and agile, practically immune to point-defence guns.  As the Lysander-machines flew across their larger foes, their metal surfaces would emerge into explosions.  At least two destroyers were already in shambles.  Some other ships had simply stopped dead, or begun firing at their previous allies.  The rebels had boarding parties.

      Gardener rushes into the bridge.

      Gardener (quicky): Captain, I accept full responsibility for the-

      Croft: Save it, Major.  Vice Admiral, we are doing everything in our ability to control the situation and-

      A figher zooms past the Sword's brige, causing a wave of ducks and dives in the areas closest to the window.

      Chetner: Listen here, Croft!  You've been nothing but an annoyance in this fleet, nothing but an annoynace, I say!  Ever since you've arrived, this previously well-organized naval organization has been decaying into the rag-rag group of untrained, unorthodox green-skin officers that it is today!  If you think for one moment that I'll....no.

      Suddenly, Chetner's attention is drawn to the chaos outside.  A UNSC Cruiser, previously dormant, has just begun moving and shooting at other UNSC craft.

      Chetner: My Cruiser!  My Illustrious!  They've stolen my ship because of you, Croft!  You've stolen my honor!  You've stolen my reputation!  And now you've stolen my ship!  When will you be satisfied, Captain!?  When!?

      Croft: Vice Admiral, remain came.  The Illustrious is still safe.  Just in enemy hands.

      Chetner: Just as a proper soldier, she'd rather die than fight for the enemy!  

      Gardener: Vice Admiral, if I may.

      Chetner: Quiet, you!  You're the one who started this all!  You and your daredevil incompetence!  

      Croft: Vice Admiral, let the the Major speak.  Go ahead, Gardener.

      Gardener: I...I know that you're not a big fan of my, uh, "daredevil incompetence", and this might not be a good time, but-

      Croft: Wrap it up, Major.

      Gardener: What I'm trying to say is, I can organize a mission to get your ship back.  

      Chetner: Madness!  It would take someone far too brave or far too stupid!

      Croft: Lucky for you, the Major is both.

      Gardener: Tha-thank you, sir...?  Either way, if you will give me permission to use the Eureka divisions, I can guarentess that we'll get it back.

      Another UNSC Destroyer is felled outside.

      Gardener (To Chetner): Your ship, I mean.

      Chetner: I don't like this.

      Croft smiles faintly.

      Chetner: Captain Croft, this is the very man who created this whole situation.

      Croft: And as such, I think he deserves a shot at redemption.

      Gardener: R-Really...sir?

      Croft: Really, Major.  Organise your mission, and save that Cruiser.  I'll help you out in anyway that I can.

      Chetner stares at them both in awe.

      Gardener: Thank you, sir.  I won't let you down.

      Chetner: Captain Croft!!  This is-

      Croft: My ship, Chetner, on which you have no authority.

      Chetner growls in anger.

      Chetner: Not a scratch, Major.  

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    • Wesley puts a fresh 60-round mag into his M7S.

      Wesley: It's a motherfuckin' VBSS! I did nothing but train for that shit at NFR!

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    • Bristow taps his foot on the floor impatiently.

      Bristow: So we're just standing here waiting, while those Innies are shooting ships out of the sky. What are we waiting for?

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    • Wesley: Chetner to stop jackin' off, probably.

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    • Gardener arrives in the hangar, panting

      Garderner: Okay, so we have one shot, let's get it right.  Everyone, prepare your HEVs.  We're gonna be using them.

      Beck: We're dropping?  What, are we bagging out of the fight!?

      Gardener: No, and no.

      The ODSTs mutter to eachother.

      Gardener: We're not dropping, we're boarding.  And I'll be damned if I let you get out of this fight easy.

      Beck: Great to know you care, boss.

      Brace: Did he say..."boarding"?

      Gardener: I did.  We're going in close, turning the Sword on its side, and launching directly into Chetner's cruiser.

      The muttering intensifies into shouting.

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    • Bristow: Hold up. We're doing what? ...I absolutely love it. Last one on the Illustrous has to buy me a knife!

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    • Brace: Yeah, of course the psychopath likes it!

      Kaflinski: I'm widely regarded as a psychopath and even I don't like it.

      Beck: This is it...he's killed us!

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    • Hartley: That's pretty risky, Gardener. There won't be much time or room to manoeuvre with the thrusters, so there's no guarantee that we won't crash into each other inside the hangar.

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    • Gardener: Well, we'll just have to be careful, won't we?

      Beck: Is that seriously all the thought you've put into this!?

      Gardener: Actually, I hadn't thought of it at all.  

      Beck: Great....fucking great.

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    • Phillipae paced in front of the team he had assembled. Four Agents. Relka and three T'voan kig-yar. 

      "You have all read the report I gave you. There is little left to brief you on. You are to infiltrate this Innsurrectionist base and liberate all intel regarding TC arms deals and projects Lysander and Ubermensch. Do not hesitate to capture any intel unless it jepordizes your primary objective. 

      This is a ghost op. I do not want any unnecessary casualties. The huragok have preped your loadouts. Get in, get out, and return safe. Dismissed."

      The quartet saluted and exited the room. 

      It felt good to be doing this again. Too many months of base management and not enough operational command had made Phillipae very restless. 

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    • Matt: So let me get this straight, you want us to drop in the vague direction of the Illustrious with our pods, and, assuming we don't bounce right off of the hull - or downright miss - we're then going to get out of our pods and hope the rebels accidentally left an airlock open for us to go into? Is it too late to quit the corps?

      Michaels: If we need to maneuver in a vacuum are you issuing us T-PACKs? You won't get me in one of those deathtraps...

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    • Hartley: What's the state of the Illustrious? Are there any Marine units still on the ship?

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    • Gardener: Unknown, the entire cruiser went dark.  If there's anyone still onboard, they're most likely having a hard time holding out on their lonesome.  All the more reason to get this going.

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    • Michaels: What of the ship's AI? Surely it could have denied them access to weapons and navigation? Unless they were able to disconnect it from its core...

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    • Bristow: Or they broke the core. Look, why does this even matter? They took the ship, and we've got to take it back. Like I said, last one on the Illustrious has to buy me a knife!

      With that, he heads to the SOEIV bay.

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    • Hesitantly, Phillips follows Bristow.

      Phillips: I'd love more information. I'll be listening- but I'm kind of broke, meaning I can't actually afford to buy a quality knife.

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    • Matt: Careful, Bristow, the navy guys would kill ya (well, maybe they wouldn't, because it's you) if they heard such a gross simplification.

      Michaels shoots a sideway glance at Matt, as if to say 'don't provoke him'.

      Michaels: Getting back on topic, there must be some more information? You can't seriously expect us to deploy without even knowing what we're going up against? We could get there and find some virus or something that's taken over the computers and vented atmosphere from the entire ship. Surely there's access logs, or at least some security footage from the ship?

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    • Drago: Well, they did take the ship, so we can hardly take a look at security footage, can we?

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    • Matt: There'll be something at least. If it knew what was going on, the AI would've tried to get the word out before it was taken offline.

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    • Hartley: Plus, that's a cruiser with hundreds of Marines. I doubt that not a single one of them managed to send some footage or information on what the hell's going on in there. But if Gardener says there's no info, then there's no info, however unlikely that may be. Just to be safe, I suggest we grab some oxygen tanks and T-PACKs.

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    • Wesley: I'll get 'em.

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    • (*Wesley leaves the room and returns carrying a huge pile of 20 oxygen tanks and Thruster packs*)

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    • (Wesley: Alright, kids. Dig in!)

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    • (Wesley: Let's get back to the RP.)

      Beck: So, how the hell are you going to ensure that we make it through the cruiser, and don't, like, you know...bug splat?

      Gardener: Well, as of now it's an enemy position.  And we have permission to fire on all enemy threats.  Put two and two together, Beck, and-

      Brace: And you've got a really pissed off Rear Admiral.

      Gardener: Don't you worry about a thing.  The Illustrious took some damage during the firefight at the lower starboard side.  It's pretty dented up, we'll just be...helping her out a bit.  

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    • Jones: So, we launch ourselves towards the ship at high speed.. and we're not allowed to cause even a single dent? That's great, really great.

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