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  • Plot:

    The year is 2551; the very fabrics of mankind are beginning the wither.  The Covenant, an alien entity of untold power and unimaginable size, lays waste to one human word after another.  The average Covenant invasion lasts three hours.  Each world, burnt to glass by the Empire's enormous spaceborne fleet.  Hope was losing in its eternal war with Fear.

    But when the Covenant arrived on Crystal, the UNSC was prepared.  For the first time, a sturdy defence against the invasion held together, paired with a working evacuation and a will to go on.  One by one, every building on the planet was searched.  One by one, the UNSC transports left for Earth.  Then with a shocking change of reality, the battle was lost.

    Crystal, and its entire system, ceased to exist.

    The new quest is to find out why.  Welcome to Operation Eureka.

    Enter your character as so:

    Name:

    Age:

    Species:

    Gender:

    Weapon:

    Affiliation:

    Homeworld:

    Rank:

    Bio:

    Rules of Engagement:

    1. Sabotage and Godmodding is forbidden. No exceptions. 

    2. Please try to stay with the story.  Posts that don't make sense with previous posts will either be deleted, or edited to make sense.

    3. Plot armor is at 0%, mortality is at 100%.  This is a dangerous operation, and people will die.  If your character is killed, you may continue to control enemy forces until you have the opportunity to introduce a new character.

    4. Generally speaking, double posting is frowned upon.  However, if nobody else is posting and you have a follow-up action, double posting is permitted.

    5. This RP follows an action-reaction combat system.  In combat, the result of an attack is determined by the target.  Please use common sense, and no unfair judgements.

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    • Name: Charles "Chick" Grey

      Age: 36 (With cryo) 27 (Without cryo)

      Species: Human

      Gender: Male

      Weapons: M739H LMG, M7

      Affilliation: UNSCDF Army

      Homeworld: Reach

      Rank: Sergeant First Class (SFC, E7)

      Bio: During the fighting on Kholo, Grey was assigned to a group of Rangers who were tasked with destroying bridges linking the capital to the spaceport. The rest is history and a Gold Star.

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    • Name: Daniel Berlinsky

      Age: 48 (counting time spent in cryo-sleep), 36 (discounting cryo)

      Species: Human

      Gender: Male

      Weapons: MA5B, M7 SMG, M6G

      Affiliation: UNSC Marine Corps, Orbital Drop Shock Troopers

      Homeworld: Reach

      Rank: Sergeant

      Bio: Born on Reach, Berlinsky had always wanted to join the military. Thus, he joined the UNSC Army when he was old enough to do it. After completing basic training, he participated in Operation: LIBERATION, on Harvest. He was placed in a team of recruits, serving as their gunner. A few years later, during a mission on a colony under attack by the Covenant, he was rescued by a squad of ODSTs in a firefight. This prompted him to apply for the ODSTs. He was assigned to a UNSC destroyer, which was destroyed in 2550, resulting in his transfer to the UNSC Sword of Giants. By this point, he had reached the rank of Sergeant.

      Over the years, Berlinsky has developed the typical ODST mentality, although he still deeply respects the Army.

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    • (It's official: Contact has joined the Bravoverse.)

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    • Name: Vadim Pronin

      Age: 26

      Species: Human

      Gender: Male

      Weapon: M6B Officers Model Handgun

      Affiliation: Office of Naval Intelligence

      Homeworld: Earth

      Rank: Lieutenant Colonel

      Bio: Vadim Pronin was born on Earth just before the start of the Human-Covenant War. With his father being a high rank within the UNSC, Vadim was provided with extended privileges concerning his early life—allowing him to develop a pompous and rude behaviour which would mark him throughout his life. Joining the UNSC at a young age, seemingly through the result of nepotism he was given the command of a small squad during an engagement with an Insurrectionist cell, Vadim recieved a tremendous amount of pity as it was discovered his injuries would remove him from combat scenarios for the rest of his life. Provided a position within the Office of Naval Intelligence, Vadim was given a power that would allow him to seek a vengeance on the Insurrection that injured him through the tool of public perception.

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    • (Okay, so of our ten-man Task Force, at least three will be Sergeant or higher. Seems legit.)

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    • Agent Locke
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    • (Vadim isn't even a part of the Task Force.)

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    • (I already know what happened to the star system, shall I give it away for those who are new? If you don't want me to, just say no, you don't need to slap me.)

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    • (Red, the original Bravo had three Sergeants, a First Lieutenant and a Lieutenant Commander.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      (It's official: Contact has joined the Bravoverse.)

      (Contact has been in the same universe as Bravo since the beginning. Plus, more characters than just Berlinsky have crossed over, for example Aaron.)

      Name: Stephen Thompson

      Age: 23 (discounting cryo)

      Weapons: BR55HB/S Silenced Battle Rifle, M6C/SOCOM, M19B SAM

      Rank: Private

      Bio: Signed up as soon as he reached the eligible age, wanting to get away from his home planet of Tribute and see the galaxy. However, ironically, his first posting was on Tribute itself. Following that, he was assigned to the ship UNSC Dauntless, and participated in several battles, including the Battle of Actium. Though he didn't want to spend his life as a soldier, in fact he wanted to be a filmmaker, his signing up for the Marine Corps so early left him without qualifications applicable to civilian life. During the Fall of Arcadia, he performed excellently, saving the lives of his squad through heroic gestures and tactical decisions multiple times, and so was referred to the ODSTs by his superior officers. After undergoing ODST training, this is to be his first drop.

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    • Agent Locke
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      Because I have a better one.
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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      Weapons: M19B SAM


      (What, just the one missile? No launcher or anything?  :P )

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    • (He's an expert at javelin, you see...)

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    • (Eh, fair enough.  

      Between you and me, I thought I was calling you out on a typo :P )

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    • (You kinda were. I did check to see if it was SAML, but then went with SAM for some reason, so it is technically incorrect.)

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    • S-D379
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    • Name: Viljo Jokinen

      Age: 35 (discounting Cryo Sleep)

      Species: Human

      Gender: Male

      Weapon: M6J Short Carbine, M6F Service Handgun, Humbler Device

      Affiliation: UNSC Air Force Infantry, Security Force

      Homeworld: Daego

      Rank: 2nd Lieutennant

      Bio: Born and raised on Daego, Jokinen enlisted in the UNSC Air Force Reserves to receive benefits and get something impressive on his résumé.  After doing some milk runs, filing lots of papers, and climbing the tree of hierarchy, Jokinen left active duty and was more than eager to return to normalcy.  For a while, everything was going well.  He had a nice apartment in Gowers, a Bachelor's degree, a good job with a reasonable salary, and a beautiful fiancée whom would never leave his side.  Life was good.

      Then the Covenant arrived, and the Reserves were called into combat.  Jokinen was assigned to defend the Shortsword base at Palmdale, just a skip and a jump from Gowers.  Here he made field rearments and repairs to pilots coming to and from their missions.  Luckily, the Covenant was at the other side of the continent.  The amount of kills those bomber pilots were racking up, the alien bastards weren't getting any further.

      That was the train of thought held by must of Daego when the rest of the Covenant fleet arrived.  What they were fighting shortly before was merely a recon force.  Massive carriers arrived over every military installation on the planet, including Palmdale Base.  The UNSC ordered a complete retreat, knowing well that the Orbital Bombardments were destroying the planet's massive nuclear power supply.  But due to the breakdown of communications, Jokinen's unit never recieved the message.  Instead, they honored their original orders.  Resist.

      Using Mongooses rigged with explosives, hand-made trip mines, trapped structures, and improvised anti-air weapons, the security force held off the invaders for two hours; the longest defence effort made by a single unit in the entire battle.

      Jokinen and a few other survivors were eventually retrieved by a Search And Rescue Pelican, and were brought back to Earth amidst the Planet-Wide glassing.

      in mid-2551, Jokinen found himself in-transit on the Sword of Giants.  That was when a large army began to form in its crew quarters, and talk of a top secret mission began to spread.  A mission called "Eureka".

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    • Grey walks down the corridor, in his BDUs. On his right shoulder, the Task Force Foxtrot insignia is painted over many others. On his left is his blood type: O-Negative, universal donor. He's preoccupied with getting to the Foxtrot team room, 305. On the way, he bumps into an Air Force lieutenant walking down the hallway.

      Grey: Sorry, sir. Didn't see you there.

      (Hint, HINT.)

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    • Jokinen: (quietly) Nobody ever does. (aloud) No worries, marine, carry on.

      Jokinen continues down the hallway, then turns back to look at Grey.  In a full BDU, and in a hurry.  What are the marines up to now?  First all the drills, and now running around in full gear? Little cocksure snobs.

      Jokinen: Where are you headed to, Private?  Is there a drill scheduled today?

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    • Grey: Sergeant First Class, actually, and yeah, I suppose you could say that. I'm supposed to go to room 305. Know where that is?

      (Unmarked uniform. More evidence...)

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    • Jokinen: Yeah, I have an idea...  Well, I don't want to keep you waiting or anything.

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    • Grey: Yeah. Bye, Sir.

      He walks away.

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    • Name: Josh Cooper

      Age: 38 (including cryosleep years), 33 (excluding cryosleep years)

      Species: Human

      Gender: Male

      Equipment: MA5C Assault Rifle, BR55 Battle Rifle, M6G Magnum

      Rank: Corporal

      Affiliation: United Nations Space Command, Marine Corps

      Biography: Josh Cooper was born on June 9, 2513, on the human moon of Luna. He enlisted in the Marines in 2533, when he was 20 years old.

      A couple of years later, in 2535, he enlisted for the ODSTs. He has survived in about 20 engagements so far.

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    • (The name, yeah. The personality and stuff like that, no.)

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    • Berlinsky runs down the corridor, holding his helmet under his right arm. He passes by Jokinen and continues towards room 305.

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      A couple of years later, in 2535, he enlisted for the ODSTs. He has survived in about 30 engagements so far.

      (You don't tend to enlist for the ODSTs. You can request transferal there, but given how elite the ODSTs are, you probably wouldn't get in. Usually, Marines are selected for the ODSTs for being all-around good soldiers.)

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    • (Dirt disagrees. As long as you get past the harsh training, you can become an ODST.)

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    • (New Blood disagrees with that. Canon discrepancies >.< )

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    • (Yeah. The New Blood way makes a lot more sense though.)

      Berlinsky runs past Grey, but stops when he realises that he just saw the Task Force Foxtrot insignia on the Army trooper's shoulder pad.

      Berlinsky: You with Task Force Foxtrot, trooper?

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    • Grey: Yeah. Sergeant Fist--sorry, First--Class Charles Grey, 1st of the 37th Rangers. You?

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    • Berlinky: Sergeant Berlinsky, 7th ODSTs. I'm with Foxtrot too, along with a couple other Helljumpers. Wasn't expecting to be working with an Army Ranger, though. Maybe there's some kind of mistake?

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    • Grey: Unless there's another Taskforce 374, nope. I was planetside for the invasion, got offloaded, then–well, you know. C'mon, let's get to the assembly room.

      He walks down the hall towards 305.

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    • Berlinsky follows Grey, annoyed at having to work with him. Not because Grey is an Army soldier - he used to be one himself - but because he fears he might not be experienced enough to keep up with a team of ODSTs.

      Berlinsky: So... any idea who the leader is?

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    • Grey: I know as much as you do. Heard it was some candy-ass ONI light-bird.

      (Translation: A light-bird is a lieutenant colonel.)

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    • (God damn it!  This is the fourth fucking time that my comment on this thread hasn't gone through.  I even copied and pasted it this time!  But when I pasted it I only got the letter "C"!!  Get your fucking shit together, Wikia!)

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    • (Toppest of all keks)

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    • As Berlinsky and Grey walk down the corridor, two more ODSTs race by, one wearing a sharpshooter BDU and the other donning squad leader shoulder pads. The insignia on their armour indicates they are from Task Force Bravo. The two ODSTs enter a room behind Berlinsky and Grey.

      Berlinsky: Operation: EUREKA, huh? Is that what they call it? Wonder what this is all about...

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    • (Nice cameo.)

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    • Grey: Whatever it is, it's important enough for them to go to only NCOs as enlisted.

      He walks up to the door of 305 and opens it.

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    • Cooper sees the two ODSTs enter the room hurriedly, and spots Berlinsky standing. He goes near to greet them.

      Cooper: Hey dude, are you with Task Force Forxtro-

      He sees at Berlinsky's rank, and immediately snaps to attention.

      Cooper: Apologies sir, did not see your rank. Are you with Task Force Foxtrot, sir?

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    • Berlinsky: Calm down, trooper, I'm only one rank above you. Yeah, I'm with Foxtrot. You a member as well?

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    • Cooper: Yes sir. Had trouble where to go. Any idea?

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    • Grey: Right here. We got told Room 305. Any idea where the CO is?

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    • Thompson hadn't seen Berlinsky and Grey enter, as he was too busy doing every safety check imaginary on his weapons and BDU, just as he had half an hour earlier for his SOEIV.

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    • (Dab, we didn't use SOEIVs at Daego. It was an insertion via Pelican.)

      Berlinsky looks at Thompson, who still hasn't noticed the group.

      Berlinsky: Maybe that's him.

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    • Grey: In BDUs? Doing a safety check on that 55? Berlinsky, ONI guys tend to be your average REMF: Learned how to shoot a Magnum when they joined, forgot when they got a desk. The only ONI guys who know are either in some backwater doing anti-Innie jobs or dead.

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    • Berlinsky: Hey, trooper! What's your name?

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    • (I thought that was just the Task Forces we knew about.)

      Thompson: Stephen Thompson... sir! Reporting for duty.

      He salutes, trying to make a good first impression.

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    • Berlinsky: Sergeant Berlinsky. Any idea who our CO is, Thompson?

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    • (This thing is not fucking posting.  Maybe it's too big?  I'll divide it in half.)

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    • (Welp, time to retype)

      After passing by more fully equipped troops, Jokinen arrived in the bridge.

      Jokinen: What the hell is with all the Jarheads running around with loaded rifles?  Are they expecting something to happen?  Cause the only thing that's going to happen is one of 'em shooting the hell out of another's eye!  Like, tell your kids to calm down or leave the room, y'know?

      Croft and an ensign swiftly turn off a projection of a planet.

      Jokinen: Wait.  Was that Daego?

      Croft: No?  About your concerns, I'll-

      Jokinen: I'm pretty sure that was Daego.

      Croft: No, of course not.

      Jokinen: No, really.  I saw Geftella and everything.

      Croft: Lieutenant, I can assure you that was not Daego.

      Jokinen: To hell you c-

      Croft: Anyway.  I'll contact their officers tommorrow, terribly sorry about the situation.

      Jokinen: Why not today?  Are they too busy "deploying"?

      Croft: No, why would-

      Jokinen: To Daego?

      Croft: Lieutenant-

      Jokinen: Because I'm fairly positive that that was Daego.

      The ensign returns.

      Ensign: Sir, I got word from Alpha. (Jokinen: Wait, what?)  They're prepped and reprepped.

      Croft: Good to hear, Ulan, I (Jokinen: What the hell is this?) want you to give Lima the briefing next.

      Engisn: Yes, sir.

      The ensign leaves.

      Jokinen: What's going on here?

      Croft: It's none of your concern, Lieutenant, and frankly I find it insulting that you would even consider the fact that I may be hiding something from you.  

      Jokinen: What do you mean?

      Croft: Well, you're pretty keen on asking questions, aren't you?  Well then, I have some for you?  Why do you need to now?  How is this any of your concern?  How can you possibly be so sure that you saw Daego on that table?

      Jokinen: Because I was born, raised, and basically fucking killed on Daego!!  I know every fucking nook in every fucking cranny in every fucking cubic inch of that planet!!  It's my home!!

      Croft: Lieutenant?

      Jokinen: And, frankly, Captain, I find it extremely disrespectful of you to use Daego in your little simulations!  That's like using a fucking Death Camp for survival training!!

      Croft: Lieutennant.

      Jokinen: Do you have any idea how many lives were lost!?  Any idea!?

      Croft: Lieutenant!!

      Jokinen stops and Croft laughs quietly.

      Croft: There's no simulation.  This is an actual operation.

      Jokinen: What?  How can?  Why?

      Jokinen's jaw drops and Croft laughs some more.

      Croft: That projection you saw?  That was the navigation systems.  It shows our current location.

      Jokinen: And the projection was of-

      Croft: Daego.

      Jokinen: Oh....oh my God.  Oh, my God!

      Ulan returns with reports.

      Ulan: Sir, ONI says-

      Croft: Tell ONI that their intelligence is no longer needed.

      Jokinen: Sir, I volunteer once, I volunteer twice, I volunteer three times for this mission!  

      Croft: Volunteer?  Why, I practically already put you in command.

      Jokinen: C...command!

      Croft: Command of Task Force Foxtrot.  You'll be deploying tomorrow.

      Jokinen: Sir, I cannot thank you enough.  Saving Daego is what I've always dreamed of!

      Croft: Oh.  Actually, Lieutena-

      Jokinen: I....I can't wait to go home!  I can't wait for everyone else to come home too!  We can rebuild everything!  The future sure is bright, isn't it Captain?

      Croft: Actually-

      Jokinen: How many Covies do I have to kill to get my home back, Captain!  Line 'em up and I'll knock 'em right down!!

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    • Croft: Lieutenant.  Our mission...is not to save Daego.

      Jokinen: Wh....what?

      Croft: We're searching for an ancient artifact, possibly responcible for the defeat at Crystal.

      Jokinen's jaw drops again, and Ulan backs out of the room.

      Jokinen: We're....we're not going to try and get Daego back?  

      Croft: At this point it's a lost cause.  As soon as we get it back, the Covenant will glass it.  In a way, we're preserving it.

      Jokinen: But....I don't undestand.

      Croft: I understand.  But if you're interested, I'll have you introduced to your team.  I'm sure they're eager to meet you.

      Jokinen: Okay...

      Jokinen turns to exit the bridge.

      Croft: Lieutenant Jokinen?

      Jokinen: Yes, sir?

      Croft: I'm sorry about your planet.

      Jokinen: Are you?

      Before Croft can answer, the blast doors slide shut.

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    • (IT WORKED! :D Now, have fun reading the thing that I typed 6 times!)

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    • Thompson: No idea, sir. They said we were supposed to be briefed here. I've been waiting for hours.

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    • (Ulan was retconned into being an ODST, because having a random Navy Ensign in Bravo didn't make any sense.)

      Berlinsky: Alright.

      Berlinsky sits down on a crate and starts checking his gear.

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    • (He was retconned for the wikia pages.  This is an RP.  As an Ensign he stays.)

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    • (Kind of the same thing. :|

      Whatever, it still makes no sense at all.)

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    • Grey: Okay. Let's go to the bridge. I've had enough of waiting.

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    • Pronin: "I believe you will find that unnecessary, sergeant."

      A man most likely not even over the age of thirty enters the room slowly, dragging a leg locked in a brace. He wears ONI attire, and the insignia for Commander is in detail on his chest and shoulders.

      Pronin: "You may take a seat."

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    • Grey(Muttering): Fuckin' squid... 

      He sits down.

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    • Pronin: "Tell me, what do you know about Daego?"

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    • (Quotes not needed, Fire.)

      Grey: That it got fuckin' glassed. That's it.

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    • Ulan: Aand that's you team.

      Jokinen gazes upon a group of big, burly marines.  Each one looks like they could kick serious ass in a bar fight.

      Jokinen: Damn.  Quite the team you got for me.

      Ulan: Who?  No, no, that's Alpha.

      Jokinen: Oh, damn it.

      Ulan: Thaat's Foxtrot.

      A group of soldiers, one of which is looking straight down the barrel of his rifle to clean it, come into view.

      Jokinen: Well, shit.

      Ulan: Yeah, that was a pretty bad introduction, wasn't it?

      Jokinen: Please tell me they're qualified...?

      Ulan: Very, here's the dossiers.

      Jokinen: Hmm....I stand corrected.  Only a few of them are shit.

      Ulan: They're the best we can provide.  Now go and give them the brieifing.

      Jokinen: Yes....sir?

      Jokinen takes two steps, turns around, and returns to Ulan.

      Jokinen: What should I tell them?

      Ulan sighs and flags over an ODST.

      Ulan: Siad, can you brief Foxtrot along with your guys?

      Siad: Why not?

      Siad whistles and his men diligently follow him to Foxtrot's position.

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    • Grey: Hey! It's you!

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    • Satisfied that his BR55HB/S is polished in every way imaginable, Thompson quickly starts doing the same with the M6C/SOCOM. Given that he was a trained ODST, he was smart enough to remove the clip and turn the safety on for good measure, before beginning to clean the barrel. He wanted to make a good impression, and so he hoped to have everything clean by the time the CO arrived.

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    • (Will we be going to New Jerusalem after this? We can ignore all the bullshit with DAB and the Requisition/Prelude, if you like. Plus, Matt could make a cameo.)

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    • (That's the point of the RP, Dab. We wanted to go back and experience the original EUREKA without all the DAB deviations.)

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    • Cooper: So, what now?

      (:P)

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    • Name: Alan Poole

      Age: 32

      Species: Human

      Gender: Male

      Weapon: ONI-modified BR55HB rifle, M6I handgun, Combat knife

      Affiliation: Office of Naval Intelligence - Security

      Homeworld: Reach

      Rank: Warrant Officer

      Bio: Born in New Alexandria, Reach, Alan Poole had a fairly regular childhood up until his 13th birthday. In the evening, after dinner, Alan's father took him out to the cargo port, where he was employed as a dockworker. Here, young Alan was let in on a secret organisation his dad was part of: in the port, the dockworkers had set up a smuggling network, which trafficked liquor, drugs, exotic animals and even humans.

      In the following six years, Alan was used as a messenger by the organisation, which called itself the Eclipse. In this period, he came into contact with the various criminal organisations in the city. These experiences have made him an excellent scout.

      He continued to work for the Eclipse, until one night, he came eye to eye with a little girl, who had escaped from one of the Eclipse's human shipments. On occasions like these, he would have had to either take her back where she escaped from, or execute her. However, Alan couldn't bring himself to do so, finally realising how messed up it was. Instead, he let her go, and he proceeded to kill the top members of the Eclipse, which included his father. After this, he ran away and enlisted at the UNSC Army, where he made it to Sergeant First Class. At age 24, the Office of Naval Intelligence recruited him into their Security branch for his skill and expertise.

      Alan is a trained Rifleman, with a knack for reconnaissance operations. His weaponry includes a BR55HB service rifle modified by ONI with a higher-powered 4x zoom scope, select fire and a matte black finish, and an M6I handgun with stock.

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    • A bald man with a short brown beard enters the room. He's wearing a black Marine BDU, the design of which appears to be from the Insurrection era. He inspects the people inside the room, untl his eyes find Jokinen. He walks towards the Air Force Lieutenant and salutes.

      Poole: Warrant Officer Alan Poole reporting for duty, sir.

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    • Siad: Attention!

      Charlie snaps into position.

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    • The members of Foxtrot stand up and salute.

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    • Jokinen (to Siad): You know, I ccould get used to this.

      Siad: (To Jokinen) You'd better.  (To all) At ease!

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    • Charlie and Foxtrot sit down again.

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    • Poole remains standing next to Jokinen.

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    • Siad: So, welcome to Operation: Eureka.  As you all know by now, Crystal was destroyed by an unseen and unknown force.  Well, we happen to know what that force was now.  And we have a pretty good idea of where it happens to be.

      Jokinen: Daego.

      Siad looks over to him.

      Jokinen: Right?

      Siad: I was getting to that...

      Jokinen: Sorry.

      Siad: Yes, Daego, as Lieutenant Jo pointed out.

      Jokinen: Jo, huh?  

      Siad: *sigh* When the time comes, you will be divided into teams and put into search zones.  You will search...the zones.  Not blow up, sink, or destroy.  Search.  We want to leave a small footprint, people.

      Jokinen and Siad: Any questions?

      Siad glares at Jokinen.

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    • Berlinsky: How are we supposed to find that thing? It's a big planet, you know, and no one gave me an oversized shovel.

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    • Siad: Well, let's have our friend explain.  Officer Poole?

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    • Poole: Warrant Officer, sir. I'm not a full-blown officer just yet. Anyway, the Office of Naval Intelligence has issued me with a device that can triangulate the location of these Caskets through the seismic vibrations they emit. It should help us track them with ease.

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    • Siad: Well, there you have it. Science. Warrant Officer Poole will accompany Task Force Foxtrot. Any more questions?

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    • Grey: No, sir.

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    • Siad: Alright, then. Charlie with me.

      Charlie follows Siad out of the room.

      Jokinen: Foxtrot, this way.  

      Jokinen walks in the direction of the hangar.

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    • Grey: Let's go.

      He follows Jokinen.

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    • Berlinsky: May I ask why we're following orders from a fly boy, sir?

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    • Grey: Did you see the insignia? The LT's AF infantry. The love-child of MPs and Marines. Plus, he's got a Silver Star. Seems fine to me.

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    • Poole: Air Force or not, he's our commanding officer. It'd be better for everyone if you accept that.

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    • Berlinsky: I'm a Helljumper, sir. I don't feel safe being ordered around by someone who guards air bases.

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    • Grey: I don't like it either, but you don't get a Silver Star for nothing.

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    • Name: Yvette Thérèse

      Age: 38 (including cryo), 30 (excluding cryo)

      Species: Human

      Gender: Semidemimascandrogyne flux (jk, female)

      Weapon: BR55 Battle Rifle, M7 SMG

      Affiliation: UNSC Marine Corps

      Homeworld: Earth

      Rank: Lance Corporal

      Bio: Yvette was born on Meridian in 2512 and lived there with her older brother and sister. After her father lost his engineering job in Avignon, in 2537, the family was almost ruined, the siblings almost unanimously decided to join the UNSC. Yvette's brother joined the Corps; her sister enlisted in the Navy; and Yvette considered following her there or into the Air Force, but decided to enlist in the Corps. Her siblings influenced her to enlist, and she entertained a vague notion - supported by having read Beau Geste - that the three would be reunited on another world, some day when she and her brother were officers, and her sister was at the helm of a cruiser.

      Her first deployment was in the Battle of New Constantinople, and she had many more after that until the Battle of Sargasso, in 2547.

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    • (This is just an update showing current objectives and stuff.)

      Operation: EUREKA                                                                                                         Task Force Foxtrot-Three-Seven-Four                                                                         Current Members:

      • Wiljo Jokinen
      • Alan Poole
      • Charles Grey
      • Stephen Thompson
      • Daniel Berlinksy
      • Yvette Thérèse
      • Josh Cooper
      • Ari Kraft
      • Mark Torres
      • Don Rubin

      Current Location:


      • UNSC Sword of Giants

      Current Objectives:

      Primary:


      • Prepare to deploy (Current)
      • Scan search zones (0 of 25 Scanned)
      • Find Caskets (1 of 4 found)
      • Keep Covenant Fleet away from Caskets
      • (In event of emergency) Evacuate planet

      Secondary:


      • Gather Intel for ONI
      • Study Crystal's remains for ONI
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    • Poole steps into the hangar, and heads over to the Pelican Foxtrot is directed to. As he climbs into the troop bay, he puts on a grey balaclava, over which he dons a shiny black Marine helmet. After having done so, he double checks his matte black Battle Rifle and removes the safety.

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    • Pronin watches as the Task Force is lead out of the room he is in, and out into where the hangar is at. He smiles, before allowing himself to take a seat in a chair before he sits down in a chair. Removing a COMPad, he turns it on and assigns it to a specific channel—gaining contact with someone, somewhere else.

      ONI: I assume the Task Force has been deployed, Pronin. They know what the mission is?

      Pronin: Of course. Examining the search zones, find these 'caskets' and keep the Covenant away from them.

      ONI: Excellent. Now Pronin, the reason we have you here is to help cover up what exactly we are doing here. Find a way to shape it so that we can rally the war reporters and show them something a little bit more, encouraging for our efforts.

      Pronin: Yes, of course. I have a few ideas as to what to do with Foxtrot, and how to adjust them to make them more... publically appealing.

      ONI: Paint me a picture, Pronin. I'm more than confident you will be able to modify the situation appropriately.

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      • Sam Flint

      (Wot?)

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    • The rest of Foxtrot boards the Pelican.  Jokinen checks his tacpad.

      Jokinen: Okay, here we are.  Kraft, Rubin, Thérèse: you're being dropped off first.  (reading) Team 1...consisting off..blablabla...toxic environment...light resistance (briefing) Okay, keep your helmets on at all times, Team 1, and try to avoid Covie contacts.  Got it?

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    • Thérèse finishes moving her helmet around, getting it in place, and looks at the other two.

      Thérèse: Got it.

      The Pelican slows down and comes to a stop, the door opens, and the team leaps out. Thérèse looks back at the Pelican continuing on its way, before looking ahead.

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    • Jokinen: Right, that went well.  Next is-

      Pilot: Where are we headed?

      Jokinen: The Antursic.  

      Pilot: I don't know if the bird can fly there, cold air might be too thin.

      Jokinen: Well that's the mission.  Alright, next is Team 2, consisting of...Thompson, Poole, and-

      Suddenly the Pelican rattles.

      Pilot: Banshees on our six!  I'm dropping her low!

      The Pelican lurches downwards towards the icy ground.

      Pilot: You wanted the Antursic?  You got it!

      Jokinen: Well, can you slow the hell down!?

      Pilot: I really wish I could!

      The door drops, revealing a pair of purple craft tailing the transport.  They fire again, this time creating a line of thick smoke from the Pelican's right thruster.

      Jokinen: You keep flying like this and we won't have to jump!

      The rear left stabilizer bursts into flames, causing the ship to fall.

      Pilot: Fuck, two engines gone!  We're going down!

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    • The team wanders through the outskirts of a deserted, ruined town, Thérèse leading and staying alert with her rifle. Nothing is stirring in the ruins, except for their footsteps and an overturned, burning Spade. Then, out of the corner of her eye, the ODST spots a shadow flit from between buildings, just before a barrage of blue incandescent plasma erupts from the shadows. Thérèse leaps behind the Spade as it passes her by, and Kraft and Rubin both seek cover.

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    • Berlinsky holds on to one of the seats in the troop bay as the Pelican approaches the ice.

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    • The Pelican dives towards the ground, and slides across the glacial surface, cracking the ice and spraying cold water flying into the air.  The nose is completely submerged, and the transport begins to sink into the water.

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    • Overhead, the Banshees fire a short burst from their plasma cannon, before turning upwards and preparing to come round for another pass. The Pelican and all its occupants appeared to be doomed to sink below the ice and die, trapped. Nevertheless, they prepared to turn round to fire again.

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    • Grey: Shitshitshit! 

      He puts his helmet on, snaps his rifle to his back and starts to move to the hatch.

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    • As Berlinsky picks up his MA5B and moves towards the hatch, Torres, wanting to check on the pilot, hits the button which controls the door to the cockpit.

      Berlinsky: Wait, no!

      The door opens, and water starts filling up the troop bay, knocking Torres back.

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    • The Pelican shifts back, inclining more steeply.  And the water level begins to rise.

      Torres: Is the water rising or are we sinking?

      Jokinen: Out the top, people, go go go!

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    • Poole: Quickly, this thing'll sink like a brick!

      Poole pulls himself up by the seats, as the Pelican begins to sink, as he predicted, like a brick. He manages to jump out of the back, and scrambles onto the ice.

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    • Jokinen follows and tumbles out of the Pelican.

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    • Berlinsky holds on to the edge of the troop bay, and grabs Torres' hand. He quickly flings the ODST over the edge and out of the Pelican, before jumping down onto the ice himself. The Banshees overhead prepare to make another pass.

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    • Jokinen: Alright, everyone, over here!   Head count, head count!  Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...we had 7.  Cooper and Thompson.  Where are Cooper and Thompson!?

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    • Poole: If they're not out yet, they're dead. We have to go!

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    • Jokinen: Fine.  Three Casualties so far, and we haven't made direct contact.  This isn't good.

      An echoing roar comes form the distance.

      Jokinen: Otso...  Okay, everybody, get moving, get moving, we need to find a location to set up an outpost.

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    • Berlinsky: Uh, guys? Did you just forget about the pair of Covie death machines about to blow us up?

      The group scatters, as a Banshee bomb hits the ice they were just standing on.

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    • Jokinen: Spread out, spread out!

      The Banshees turn around again and prepare to strafe the ground.

      Jokinen: Return fire!

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    • Berlinsky and Torres raise their assault rifles and open fire on the Banshees. One of the plasma bolts hits Torres in the shoulder, melting his pauldron and knocking him back.

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    • The Banshees pull up sharply.

      Jokinen: They're exposed, they're exposed!  Fire!   

      Jokinen aims his carbine at one of the fighters, and manges to score a hit on its wing.  It doesn't do much, but at least it hit.

      Jokinen: Berlinski!  Get Torres to cover!

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    • Berlinsky grabs Torres and starts dragging him away, whilst firing at the Banshees.

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    • The Banshees turn for another pass.

      Jokinen: Focus fire on the left one!

      Jokinen quickly switches his carbine to full auto and sprays at the left Banshee.

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    • Peering round the Spade, Thérèse stares through her battle rifle's sight at into the shadows of the building. Again, nothing's moving, until, suddenly, the plasma rifle fires again, illuminating the scene in bright blue. As the plasma strikes the side of the car protecting Rubin, Thérèse fires a burst at what she could now see was an Elite Minor, making its shields flare and it flinch. Kraft seizes the opportunity to open fire with his MA5B, and the shields burst from the Minor's armour. It retreats round the building corner, but not before Thérèse is able to fire another burst into its leg.

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    • Poole flicks the select fire switch on his Battle rifle to automatic, and aims for the damaged Banshee's engines. The resulting spray of high-calibre rounds impact on the left engine, and it starts trailing purple smoke. The Banshee starts losing altitude, eventually crashing into the ice.

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    • One of the Banshee's wings is sent flying towards the group, nearly crashing into Berlinsky, who dives just in time.

      Meanwhile...

      As Rubin peaks out with his MA5B, a Kig-Yar leaps from behind a pile of debris, wielding an energy cutlass, and lands a few metres away from the ODST. Rubin ducks as the Jackal charges at him, causing the alien to make a large cut in the car he was using as cover. With his right leg, he kicks the Jackal in the stomach, sending it flying towards Thérèse.

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    • The Jackal rolls over in order to stand up, but is knocked over the head by the butt of Thérèse's rifle. She then kicks the cutlass away, sending it spinning across the ground, but before she can fire at the Jackal, it has sprung towards her, clawing and snapping. She attempts to cover her face, but in doing so is clawed along her forearm by the alien. As it lurches forward to bite her, she swings the rifle round, hitting the creature in the face. Finally, she pulls the trigger, and a trio of holes is left in the dazed Jackal's chest.

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    • The second Banshee turns and flies away from the group.  The pilot of the first, crashed, fighter is struggling to heave itself out from the water and onto a bobbing sheet of ice, which breaks into smaller fragments after each attempt.

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    • Berlinsky looks at the Elite and chuckles, before firing a burst at its fingers, making it lose its grip and disappear into the water.

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    • Jokinen: You're one cruel bastard, Berlinsky.  Alright, get Torres to his feat we gotta get a move on!

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    • Berlinsky grabs Torres' hand and helps him get up.

      Berlinsky: What exactly is this 'Otso' you were talking about?

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    • Jokinen: If we don't get going fast enough, you'll find out.  Besides, it sounded way far away.

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    • Poole: Let's go, then.

      Poole reloads his Battle Rifle, sets it back to burst fire, and starts jogging.

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    • Grey follows behind him.

      Grey: Hey, sir, can you use that casket-finder thingy so we can get off this rock?

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    • Another screeh echoes from the distance.

      Jokinen: I second that notion.  Poole, rev her up.

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    • Poole: This "Casket-finder thingy" is delicate technology that is fine-tuned to detect very faint seismic vibrations. If we're too far away, it won't be able to find anything. So it might be wise to get to our zone first, don't you think?

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    • (Oh weal, I made a mistake, I guess I give up and call it over.)

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    • Cooper gets up slowly, and crawls on the ice. The water was freezing-cold. He wondered where his team was. Thinking that they might have assumed him to be dead, Cooper clicked on his COMLINK and spoke.

      Cooper (COM): This is Corporal Josh Cooper. Anybody, copy?

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    • Poole: (COM) We read you, Cooper.

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    • Jokinen: *sigh* Alright, come on.  We're not leaving him behind.

      Jokinen turns on the spot and heads back to the crash site.

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    • Berlinsky and Torres follow Jokinen.

      Berlinsky (COM): Is Thompson with you, Corporal?

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    • Thérèse turns back to the other side of the street, although it is quite again, and Rubin and Kraft have not fired again. Staring down her Battle Rifle, she sees a flicker of movement and pulls the trigger. The first two shots hit the wall, but the third is interrupted, and the Elite's shields flicker. As she shouts, Kraft opens fire, and the shields grow brighter. Before they disappear, the Elite disappears behind a car. Thérèse curses and Rubin throws a grenade across the street; before it's gone off, Thérèse has started running past the ruined Spade, to the other far end of the car shielding the Elite.

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    • The grenade explodes, causing the car to roll sideways towards Rubin and Kraft's position. The wounded Elite is still shielded from both of them, but he is now exposed to Thérèse. The alien raises its weapon and fires a barrage of plasma at the ODST.

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    • Pronin sits with his arms folded, watching the screen in front of him as he monitors the COM's between the members of Foxtrot. Three casualties so far. Three. Pronin didn't know whether or not this would be a glorious detail, or detail of failure. He needed a fire, a sharp colour to set this piece apart from his other experiments.

      If they die, they die saving civilians from a Covenant onslaught. If they live, they live sustaining serious casualties while pressing on heroically. The Pelican was a mere detail, a useless piece of equipment there to provide him a means to justify injury. The truth of three deaths before touchdown was pathetic for the 'elite' of the UNSC.

      Injuries it was. Broken legs and broken arms which pulled themselves from the wreckage and fought on courageously, challenging the alien foe with teeth bore. He could only wait for these ODST's to now be slaughtered by the Elite, seal the fate of the ones injured beforehand.

      Pronin (COMLINK): Well done, Foxtrot! Assure everyone is 'okay' and press on to the objective.

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    • Cooper (COM): Copy that. Sending NAV marker now. (to Berlinsky) No sir, Thompson's not with me.

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    • Foxtrot moves closer to Cooper's position.

      Jokinen: Alright, I'm picking up movement nearby.  The Covies probably sent a small force to the site of the crash.  Weapons ready, we'll try to get there first.

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    • Thérèse dives out of the way of the plasma fire, but only narrowly - a bolt brushes past her forearm, burning some of her arm and almost melting through the armour. Crouched behind the car, she pulls out her SMG and fires it round the bonnet, pausing to wave to Kraft and Rubin, before continuing to fire intermittently to keep the Elite back.

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    • Kraft and Rubin respond by leaving their cover and sprinting to the other end of the car. They both reload their MA5Bs before emerging and unloading their magazines on the Elite, distracted by Thésère's SMG.

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    • Facing a new threat, the Elite turns, but before it can fire at Kraft or Rubin its shields flare away and it slumps over, dead, its plasma rifle firing as it falls.

      Thérèse: Good work. We should --

      She pauses, her attention caught by her arm; whose situation is worse than she had thought, since the armour is almost destroyed and, in patches, blotchy burnt skin can be seen, accompanied by a faint yet sickening scent of roasting. Out of surprise, she drops her SMG.

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    • Kraft: Shit... Rubin, secure the area.

      Rubin nods and goes to investigate a nearby building, as Kraft removes his medical pack from his back and opens it.

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    • Thérèse takes a step closer to Kraft and kneels, sticking her arm out towards him and holding it up with her left arm.

      Thérèse (mutters): Merde... A centimetre closer and I'd have lost the arm.

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    • Kraft pulls out a canister from his med pack and presses a button on it, pouring white gel onto his hand. He then starts rubbing the gel onto the burns in Thérèse's arm.

      Kraft: There. That should heal most of it in a few minutes.

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    • Thérèse: I should be able to carry on, merci.

      She turns to the building.

      Thérèse: Rubin, have you found anything?

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    • Rubin: Yep, looks like some sort of Covie comms device. Come take a look at it, we might be able to get some intel from it.

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    • Thérèse gets up, picks up her SMG from where she dropped it and approaches the building, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Seeing Rubin's marked on her HUD above her, she makes her way to the staircase and climbs it the third floor, where she finds Rubin. Whilst Kraft stays on guard by the building entrance, Thérèse walks over to Rubin.

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    • Rubin presses a couple of blue buttons on the Covenant device, and a number of different characters and symbols appear on a screen.

      Rubin: Well, if I'm reading this correctly, we can use this to intercept Covie transmissions in this sector.

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    • A group of Skrimishers glide down the street soundlessly.  The lead member, a Champion, takes position behind an overturned car.  It gestures to the building ahead, then clicks its beak twice.  In responce, the hunting party fan out and surround the complex; a weapon pointed at every door, window, and hatch.  The Champion then notices Kraft, and cocks his head to the side and snarls at nearby warrior with a needle rifle.  The marksman drifts down to a suitable position and takes aim at Kraft's head.    The Champion waits, then lets out a quiet bark.  The marksman fires.

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    • The needle pierces Kraft's visor and comes out through the back of his helmet, staining the wall behind him with blood. The sound of the shot alerts Rubin.

      Rubin: Did you hear that?

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    • Thérèse instinctively turns to the source of the noise and nods.

      Thérèse: It must have come from the street outside. (COM) Kraft, did you hear that? do you see anything? Kraft? Come in, Kraft. Kr-- ah, merde. No response.

      She creeps over to the window and peeks over the sill. In the darkness enveloping the street, little can be seen - whatever was out there was staying still.

      Thérèse: We shouldn't make too much noise: whatever killed Kraft might not know we're with him.

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    • Rubin: So now we're trapped here. Any ideas?

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    • Thérèse looks back through the window, then slowly draws the blinds.

      Thérèse: We could cause a distraction, then open fire while they're occupied.

      She approaches the computer by the Covenant device, then stops.

      Thérèse: Is there any way you can control that thing, perhaps get it to send a message?

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    • Rubin: I'll try... What should I say?

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    • Meanwhile...

      As Jokinen's team approaches the crash site, Berlinsky pulls out his binoculars and scans the icy landscape.

      Berlinsky: Covies are almost here. Two minutes at the most. Grunts and Jackals, and a couple of Elites as well.

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    • Jokinen: We're approaching the crash site now, Cooper should be around here somewhere.  

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    • Thérèse: Say... say that a force was observed moving past this town someway away west. When they - whatever they are - start moving, we can open fire.

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    • Rubin: Alright.

      After a few minutes, Rubin finishes typing the message and presses the button to transmit. He picks up his assault rifle and walks over to the window.

      Rubin: Get ready.

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    • Something seems to move down the street and into an alley.  

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    • Poole: (COM) Cooper, status!

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    • A fire at the other end of the alley illuminates the shape of the creature - a prowling Skirmisher. From the window ledge, Thérèse fires her battle rifle; two shots from the first burst go wide of her target, sparking as they strike the floor, whilst the second hits the mark, and the Skirmisher falls to the floor. As the others leap, surprised, Thérèse searches for another target.

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    • Rubin fires his MA5B at the Skirmishers below, who scramble for cover. The marksman that shot Kraft now takes aim at Rubin and fires, hitting him in the chestplate and causing him to drop the assault rifle.

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    • (I was actually going to make the thing a hologram, but whatevs :P )

      The Skirmishers power up their shields, not concerned about remaining unseen anymore.  They take advantage of their mobile cover to retreat into defensive positions.

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    • Having shot a Skirmisher in the knee, Thérèse was about to fire again, when a needle embedded itself in Rubin's chest. She ducks behind the wall, as another needle flies through the window above her, and turns to him.

      Thérèse: Are you alright? did it go through the plate?

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    • Rubin: Yeah, but it's nothing serious.

      He grabs the needle and yanks it out.

      Rubin: Did you see where the sniper was?

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    • She shakes her head.

      Thérèse: I didn't see it fired, but it looked like it came from the building opposite. But we can't go back to the same windows now: they know where we are.

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    • Rubin: If one of us could peak out from this window and get the sniper to fire again, the other could spot him from another window. You've got a BR, so I suppose I'll be the decoy.

      Meanwhile...

      The Covenant search team approaches the crash site.

      Berlinsky: Covenant forces are almost in range! Where the hell is Cooper?!

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      Rubin: If one of us could peak out from this window and get the sniper to fire again, .....

      (Some one peeks out instantly receiving a crystal needle to the left eye. Sorry I couldn't resist.)

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    • A fuel rod flies past Jokinen's head.

      Jokinen: They see us!  Down, down, down, spread out!

      It's hard to make it out through the snowy haze, but there appears to be a large purple form accompanying the Covies.

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    • Berlinsky ducks and draws his M6G, then fires three rounds at the Covenant forces, two of them hitting a pair of Grunts in their heads and the other bouncing off a Jackal's shield.

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    • A group of Jackals form a shield wall on either side of the purple form.  There's a vague whirr, and then a blast.  Another fuel rod flies towards Foxtrot.

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    • Thérèse waits a moment, then nods.

      Thérèse: Sounds good.

      She lifts her BR and steps over to another window, taking care to stay below the window.

      Thérèse: Ready?

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    • Rubin: Three, two, one...

      He quickly stands up and sprints to the other end of the window. A needle and a green plasma bolt fly a few centimetres above his head as he dives into cover.

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    • Thérèse sees the needle fly from a window across the street and fires as soon as she can react. The glass by her shatters and before the third shot rings out, the glass over the road has done the same. She fires again at the startled Skirmisher and can see it slump over, before she dives behind the wal; not a second too late, as a flurry of bright green plasma flies through the window, splattering melting glass over the floor.

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    • As Rubin fires his magnum at the building opposite, a pair of Skirmishers jump onto a garbage dumpster and leap through the window. One tackles Rubin to the ground, clawing at him, while the other turns to Thérèse and fires its plasma pistol.

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    • Not having seen the Skirmishers, Thérèse is taken by surprise. She throws herself away from the window to avoid the barrage of plasma and loosely fires her rifle from her side. Although she doesn't wound the Skirmisher, a single shot manages to hit its pistol, knocking it and causing it the overcharged shot to misfire. Thérèse seizes the opportunity to dive behind an overturned desk, and draws her SMG.

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    • The Skirmisher sticks its claws into Rubin's arms, making him scream in pain. As the Skirmisher appears to start laughing, Rubin kicks it in the stomach and throws it to the side. He picks up its plasma pistol and fires repeatedly at it, but it manages to jump back through the window. The Skirmisher pinning Thérèse down turns to Rubin and growls before opening fire.

      Meanwhile...

      Berlinsky dives as another fuel rod strikes the ice he is on. This causes it to break and start drifting away from Foxtrot, but before it is far enough away Berlinsky manages to jump back onto the main piece of ice.

      Berlinsky: What is that thing? I can't see it!

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    • As she hears plasma firing behind her, Thérèse crawls round the desk and, peeking round, opens fire with her SMG on the Skirmisher.

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    • The Skirmisher's body goes limp and it falls on Rubin's feet, spraying his shin guards with purple blood. As he goes to pick up his magnum, clutching his arms, more plasma flies through the window, and a Skirmisher is heard jumping onto the dumpster outside.

      Rubin: Come on, we need to get out of here before more of them come!

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    • Thompson awakens with a massive headache - probably a sign of concussion - with his hands still clutching the shard of the troop bay door he had ridden down on. Before long, he realizes how vulnerable he is, and quickly pulls himself to his feet.

      He checks all three of his weapons, dismayed to find that his hard work polishing his weapons had been erased, with massive scratch marks across the surface of his SOCOM and suppressed BR.

      Trying his best to ignore his headache, he flicks through all UNSC COM channels, returning only static. Keeping low, he quickly moves away from where he landed, knowing the Covenant would check.

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    • (Good job Dab, Thompson drowned.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      with his hands still clutching the shard of the troop bay door he had ridden down on.

      (Nevermind, Dab, you're good :P)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      (Good job Dab, Thompson drowned.)

      (I feel like this might be the place for some witty remark about how you literally just told me to read other people's posts, then failed to properly read my own.)

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    • (Yes, Dab, this is exactly that place, but you blew your only chance. :P)

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    • (A "shard" of the troop bay door would sink nonetheless. Thompson still drowned.)

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    • (He was just holding onto it, Red.  He's not even by the actual crash)

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    • (I fail to see what changed.)

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    • (Before, we thought he was in the Pelican, which would mean he was underwater.  Now he's just on the ice.)

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    • Scrambling to her feet, Thérèse runs out of the room just as another Skirmisher leaps through the window.

      Thérèse: I saw a fire exit on the way up!

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    • Rubin pulls out a frag grenade, activates it and drops it near the Covenant communications device. Before it goes off, he grabs a plasma pistol and sprints out of the room.

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    • As she runs down the hallway, Thérèse hears the grenade explode behind her. Shrapnel litters the device, disrupting the field at the top, and the blast causes it to topple over. It breaks upon a table in front of the Skirmisher, shattering and sending sparks into the air. Not to be delayed, the Skirmisher leaps over it as it falls and runs after Rubin.

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    • Rubin looks back and fires a plasma bolt at the Skirmisher, making it stagger backwards. As he looks ahead, he crashes into a wheelchair in the hallway and drops the plasma pistol. The Skirmisher seizes the opportunity and charges at him, but he manages to draw his magnum just in time to put a bullet in the alien's head. He scrambles to his feet and continues running down the corridor.

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    • Just after the gunshot, Thérèse hears the shattering of glass and a series of thuds from the room. Not looking back, she runs at the fire escape door, bursts through and begins climbing down the ladder.

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    • Rubin arrives at the balcony shortly after. Looking back, he throws another grenade down the corridor before climbing down the ladder.

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    • The newly-arrived Skirmishers bound from the room just as the grenade explodes. A piece of shrapnel wedges itself in the foremost's leg and in the chest of another, but they suffer no other injuries. By the time the explosion has cleared, the room is empty and the door used by the ODSTs to escape has swung shut. With nothing to suggest they went, the Skirmishers continue down the corridor and spring down the staircase.

      Thérèse, waiting for Rubin at the bottom of the ladder, attaches her SMG to her thigh and pulls her battle rifle from her back.

      Thérèse: Ugly brutes, aren't they? Remind me of the moa my mother would take us to see in the farms outside Avignon.

      She pauses a moment.

      Thérèse: Still, they killed Kraft. After he fixed my arm... doesn't feel right to just leave him out there - with those things -, especially since he might have come inside if he hadn't been tending to it...

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    • Rubin reloads his magnum and sheathes it.

      Rubin: Well, there's nothing we can do about it now, and we had no way of knowing what would happen - the LT told us we'd be encountering light resistance, not an entire squad of highly-trained turkeys. Anyway, we still have a mission to complete. Let's just hope that Casket is worth it.

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    • Jokinen: Get low, and fan out!  Down, down!  

      Plasma bolts snap overhead.

      Torres: What the hell do we do now?

      Jokinen: Wh..what?

      Torres: I said, what the hell do we do now...sir!

      Jokinen: Just....just stay down!  Let me think a minute!

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    • Cooper finds the team, searching for him. He shouts out to them.

      Cooper: Guys, I'm here! Can't you see me?!

      As in response, he hears the ignition of an energy sword, and turns around to see a Sangheili with an Energy Sword, running towards him.

      Cooper (whispering): Sheesh, so much for calling out the guys.

      He empties his MA5C's magazine into the Sangheili, but almost all of them bounce off, although taking down its shields. Running backwards, he takes out his BR55 and shoots thrice at the head of the elite. The running Elite slows down and falls, the bullets lodged in its brain.

      Cooper: Aaaand that's how it's don-

      He sees a Covenant Phantom, and takes notice of Jackals and Grunts getting down.

      Cooper: I'll be god damned... (COM) Incoming Covenant reinforcements!

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    • In order to observe the Covenant hostiles, Poole peeks his head out of cover. He is forced to pull it back almost immediately, however, as multiple plasma bolts surge towards him as soon as he looks up.

      Poole: Sir, we need to do something, and we need to do it now!

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    • Berlinsky: Torres, mag!

      With his left hand, Torres removes an MA5B magazine from his belt and throws it to Berlinsky.

      Berlinsky: Cooper's on his way! We need to bug out now, sir, before we're completely surrounded!

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    • By this point, Thompson had managed to evade a couple of patrols coming by to investigate his crash site. He was trying to edge his way to the bank of the frozen lake, without being detected. It was a difficult thing to do, and he had almost fallen through the layer of ice multiple times now.

      Given that he was unable to pick up chatter on any UNSC frequencies, the plan he had formulated was simple: get the the evac zone, and wait, hoping that the rest of his team would arrive there, mission completed, and in one piece.

      In the distance, he hears a single battle rifle burst, echoing across the lake. It was swiftly followed by plasma fire. This wasn't the first sign of battle he'd heard, but it was too far away to accurately deduce its origin position, and so he kept to his plan.

      The brief firefight was quickly replaced by silence, and then that was followed by something much more ominous: the signature wail of a T-26A Banshee. Thompson quickly looks around, hoping to see a mound of snow, or something else he can use to hide.

      Given that the nearest obstacle was a good 200m away, he elected to simply remain motionless, and hope the Banshee passed him by. In a slow and steady motion, he readies his M19B SAML and acquires a target lock, just in case.

      The Banshee slowly becomes visible through the mist. It flies slowly but steadily, not looking like it intended on stopping just yet. Thompson tracks it with his rocket launcher throughout its flight above him, but is relieved when it makes no deviation to its course.

      However, just as is about to pass out of view, it banks to make another run across the area. Panicked, Thompson fires the missile, and the Banshee goes up in a spectacularly bright explosion, that could probably be seen from miles around. Perhaps it'd mean Foxtrot would be able to locate him. It definitely meant the Covenant would.

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    • Out of the snowy mist a bright-green beam erupts, harmlessly but closely missing Foxtrot. It fires again, hitting the ground in front of them, and its source steps into view: an armour-clad Hunter, its bond brother a few steps behind. It steps backwards, protecting it with its shield, and the two charge at Foxtrot.

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    • Berlinsky: Fuck, Hunters! Lieutenant, we have to pull back!

      Berlinsky opens fire with his MA5B on the Hunters, but the bullets just bounce off their armour. Torres steps forward and fires the M301 grenade launcher attached to his assault rifle; the grenade flies towards a Hunter's shield and detonates upon impact. However, this does very little damage to the aliens.

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    • Grey: LT, come on! Let's go!

      He fires a whole magazine at the hunters and turns to run.

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    • Jokinen (COM): Cooper, we're pulling back!  Follow our waypoint, over!

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    • After the grenade explodes, a bright orange liquid flies from the Hunter; although it inflicted little damage, its sight against the crisp ice and snow stirs the Hunter into anger. It emits a deep rumble before charging, frenzied, at the fleeing soldiers.

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    • Jokinen primes a grenade and throws at the ground by his feet as he runs, embedding it in the ice and in front of the charging Hunter's path.

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      [...] the Banshee goes up in a spectacularly bright explosion, that could probably be seen from miles around. Perhaps it'd mean Foxtrot would be able to locate him. [...]

      (No-one's gonna bite?)

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    • (We're a bit busy trying to retreat right now, Dab :P )

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    • The explosion of Jokinen's grenade makes the Hunter stagger, as several Lekgolo worms fly from its neck and land on the ice. Its bond brother aims its cannon at Foxtrot and fires.

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    • Grey: Oh shit–

      The blast lands near Grey, wounding him and blasting his arm below the elbow off, making him immediately collapse.

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    • (What a calm response to losing your entire arm)

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    • (LOL)

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    • (Fixed.)

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    • (*Hiss!* I liked it better before! :(

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    • Cooper (COM): Guys, I think I've found Thompson. I just saw a Banshee getting destroyed.

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Grey: Oh shit–

      The blast lands near Grey, wounding him and blasting his arm off.

      Grey: Ow! Fuck! I-ugh.

      Grey faints.

      (Still a little bit underwhelming. I'm sure even veteran soldiers would be screaming the moment they lost their arm.)

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    • (Actually, they wouldn't even be able to say anything at all, as they'd go into shock almost immediately. They'd just be all paralysed n shit.)

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    • (Okay, this should be better.)

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    • Agent Locke wrote:
      (Okay, this should be better.)

      (Much better, gj)

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    • The lead Hunter fires a shot at the ice before Foxtrot, which breaks in two.  Jokinen turns and aims his carbine at the Hunter at fires at its joints.  The bullets bounce of the armor harmlessly.

      The Hunter seems to laugh and stomp its way forward, lowering its gun and raising and its shield.  The coup de grace was almost delivered, when a terrifying sound came from the distance; like a screaming elk or a monsoon wind   

      Out from the mist, a large white mammal of some kind pounces on the Hunter, clawing and gnashing its way through its armor.  The Hunter puts up its shield, only for it to be pushed to the side and pinned down by one of the beast's forelegs.  The monster's head then moves towards the Hunter's now vulnerable mid-section, and begins viciously biting out the orange eels like crab meat with its tusked maw.  The Hunter flails and fires its gun randomly into the air as it's eaten alive.

      A group of Jackals and Grunts rush over to slay the attacker.  But the white-furred animal stands on its hind legs and lets out another high-pitched wail.  The lance backs off.  The creature returns to its now sumbmissive prey, and wraps its jaw around its oozing torso.  With a mighty snap, the first Hunter, still pinned to the ground, is severed in half.

      Jokinen: Otso....  Okay, everyone, back away.  Slowly, slowly now.

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    • (What exactly snapped in the Hunter? It's just an amalgamation of Lekgolo...)

      Thompson praised his past choice to bring suppressed weapons, as he eliminates a Grunt that got a little too curious, with a battle rifle burst that sounded like nothing more than a whisper.

      The Covies were scouring the crash site - now no more than a hole in the ice, with a bright purple glow emanating from the lakebed. He was trying to stay out of sight, although he was pretty sure they knew he was here, given that he'd just eliminated an entire patrol.

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    • (The Lekgolo, Dab :P)

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    • The other Hunter pivots, and fires at the Otso. It dodges, and runs toward the other hunter, bellowing out the same cry as before.

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    • Berlinsky slowly backs away, careful not to step on brittle ice.

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    • Thérèse: So, where now?

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    • Rubin pulls out a data pad, displaying a map of the town.

      Rubin: We've got two options: we can either check the mall near the centre, or go to the Lethbridge Industrial building, which is closer but more likely to have Covenant activity. Your choice.

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    • Thérèse: Let's search the mall first. Which way?

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    • Rubin: Down this street, on the other side of the park.

      He puts the data pad back in its pouch and draws the plasma pistol he acquired from one of the Skirmishers.

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    • Thérèse, nodding, sets off down the street with her battle rifle in her hands. The building they came from disappears below the skyline, and they reach the border of the park. Scarred with plasma, littered with debris and blasted by grenades in places, the park is not the joyous place it once was. Thérèse looks over it, then steps - almost tentatively - onto it.

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    • Rubin: Jesus...

      The two continue through the park, coming across a dry pond and a ruined playground.

      Rubin: Perfect ambush point here. We should watch for snipers.

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    • Thérèse nods slowly and looks around. She takes a few more steps, then stops, letting out a choked gasp: lying behind a log is a bloody, burnt Army trooper, his arm sprawled over the log and an assault rifle lying near it. Against the far fence of the playground nearby, two more troopers are lying. One holds a Magnum against a hole in his head, whilst another was turned into a pincushion by the Jackal who, Needler at its side, is chewing on his arm.

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    • Rubin immediately raises his plasma pistol and starts charging up a shot. He releases the trigger after a few seconds, and the bolt flies towards the Jackal. Surprised, it turns around only to get hit by the overcharged shot, which melts through its shoulder and causes its arm to fall off. The plasma pistol overheats, and Rubin nearly drops it. The Jackal, screeching, reaches for its Needler with its other arm.

      Rubin: Get him, Thérèse!

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    • Thérèse lifts up her rifle and fires at the Jackal, which, firing its Needler, leaps away from the fence and takes cover in a cluster of dead trees. The burst rings out clearly, hitting it in its other arm and causing it to drop the Needler, but not before a volley of needles is sent flying towards the pair.

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    • Rubin instinctively rolls to the side as a trio of needles flies past him, then returns fire with his plasma pistol, but none of the bolts hit the fleeing Jackal.

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    • (Poor thing, armless, I salute you for trying to put him out of the life time of misery he will surly face.)

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    • The majority of the needles aimed at Thérèse, she drops to the ground as they approach. However, she doesn't react quickly enough to dodge one of them, which strikes her in the shoulder, causing her to loosen her grip. Her rifle falls from her hands and she stumbles onto her knees, and the visor of her helmet collides with the log. Dazed, she clutches at her helmet and pulls herself onto one knee.

      Thérèse: Fils de pute!

      She picks up her battle rifle and, supporting it on the log, fires at the Jackal, too dazed and injured, however, to aim properly. She extends the rifle to Rubin.

      Thérèse: Voici, I shan't use it with a needle sticking out of my arm...

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    • (Yes, my other chars don't usually swear this much, but saying "merde" is just too much fun.)

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    • (Wow we've been the only ones RPing for more than a day.)

      Rubin ditches the plasma pistol and holds Thérèse's battle rifle. Aiming at the Jackal, he fires a burst which goes through the back of the alien's skull.

      Rubin: Got the bastard.

      He crouches next to Thérèse, setting the rifle by his side, and grabs the needle.

      Rubin: Hold still. This is going to hurt.

      He pulls the needle from her shoulder, and tosses it aside.

      Rubin: I don't have biofoam, though. I'll see if I can get something from one of the troopers.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote: (Yes, my other chars don't usually swear this much, but saying "merde" is just too much fun.)

      (Agreed. Merde, merde, merde!)

      A T-25 Spirit prepares to drop two Hunters into the mix, nearby Thompson. While he had been able to remain undetected, if they were deploying en masse like that, it meant they knew he was here, probably due to the patrol he'd eliminated. Either way, they'd forced his hand; he had to reveal himself and destroy the Spirit, because he couldn't contend with Hunters.

      He fires a shot with his M19B SAML at the Spirit's cockpit, heavily damaging it, but it managed to stay in the air and began evasive maneuvers. Thompson quickly reloads and fires a second shot. A sharp blue glow appears, and wells up to a massive bright light, before the entire thing explodes, fracturing into several pieces. One of the Hunters manages to survive the fall, but one of the Spirit pieces smashes the ice nearby him, and he falls through.

      The nearby Covenant watch in awe as the Spirit falls from the sky, before quickly tracing the rocket trails back to his position and opening fire.

      (That explosion was meant to be like this one.)

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    • (Rocket launcher beats Banshee! Rocket launcher beats Spirit! Rocket launcher beats everything! Oh man, I could do this all day!)

      With gritted teeth, Thérèse nods. Lying against the log, she covers the wound in her shoulder with her hand and looks round at Rubin.

      Thérèse: Found anything?

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    • Rubin approaches the dead troopers and kneels next to one with a medic emblem on his helmet. He removes the trooper's backpack and opens it, finding a biofoam canister. He walks back to Thérèse and shakes the canister.

      Rubin: It's almost empty, but it'll get the job done.

      He sprays a small amount of biofoam on Thérèse's wound.

      Rubin: Better?

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    • Thérèse grimaces and sucks through her teeth as the biofoam is applied, before nodding.

      Thérèse: Better.

      (You're not you when you're hungry.)

      She puts one hand on the log to support herself as she stands up, picking up her rifle as she does so. She looks at the Magnum at Rubin's side, then gestures to the ranger near them and those by the fence.

      Thérèse: Those troopers, they won't be needing their rifles any more.

      Meanwhile

      From the mist and snow, a Jiralhanae clad in thick blue armour steps into Thompson's vision. It roars, lifts up its Spiker and opens fire at him.

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    • Rubin nods and picks up an M392 DMR and an MA37 from the troopers. He attaches the DMR to his back and reloads the assault rifle, which had only five rounds left.

      Rubin: Let's go.

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    • After making some space between his unit and the otso, Jokinen hand-signals the others to stop retreating.

      Jokinen: Regroup, everyone, regroup.  

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    • Thérèse steps over the log and continues across the park. Army corpses are joined by those of the Covenant and, occasionally, civilians, until the pair reach a short bridge. At the near end of it, sandbags and logs have been piled, creating a barrier that, burnt by plasma and projecting spikes, has toppled over in the centre.

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    • Rubin: Looks like they were trying to hold this position. Evac must've never arrived.

      Rubin vaults over the barrier, and points to a group of dead trees ahead of the pair.

      Rubin: We're almost there. The mall's on the other side of those trees.

      Meanwhile...

      Berlinsky and Torres walk over to Jokinen.

      Torres: So what now?

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    • Jokinen: We try to signal Cooper and Thompson, and then we get moving.  The search zone's an old research facility just a few miles to the north.  At least, that's what I gathered from the data before the crash broke the tacpad.

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    • Thérèse steps onto and over the barricade, then carries on down the bridge. Rubin was clearly right: even more Army corpses litter the ground like autumn leaves, alongside bodies of civilians - some of whom lie with guns besides them. Despite the number of troopers and abundance of weapons - including a turret mounted on the barrier -, not a single Covenant corpse remains to be seen. Thérèse comes to the end of the wide bridge and steps off, with a shudder.

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    • The pair reach the cluster of dead trees near the border of the park. Rubin makes it behind one, and peeks out with his DMR. Between the ODSTs and the mall on the other side of the street is a crashed Falcon, with dead Army troopers still occupying its seats. Rubin looks at Thérèse, waiting for her to signal.

      Meanwhile...

      Berlinsky: Are we going to get Cooper and Thompson, or are we waiting for them here? If we're staying, I suggest we hide in one of these caverns.

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    • Thérèse gestures twice with her left hand towards the mall and sets off again. As she passes the ruined Falcon, she slows down to stare at it. After a second or two, she is brought back and carries on. At the grass' edge, she stops, looks back once more, then steps onto the pavement, looking behind for Rubin.

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    • Jokinen: Yeah....yeah, good idea, Berowski.  Let's, uh, let's go.

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    • Rubin steps onto the street, scanning the nearby buildings with his DMR as he does so, before ducking behind a Genet. He peeks over it and, seeing no movement inside the mall, moves over to a pillar next to the entrance.

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    • Jokinen, now joined by Foxtrot in the cove, plays with a transponder, trying to contact the rest of the unit.

      Jokinen (COMS): Thompson, Cooper, this is Foxtrot.  Come in, over.

      He waits a while.

      Jokinen (COMS): Thompson, Cooper, this is Jokinen, your fucking commanding officer.  Come in, over.

      No response.

      Jokinen (COMS): Knucklehead One, Knucklehead Two, this is a Pissed-Off Freezing Man With Means To Kill You.  Give me a sign, capiche?

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    • Thérèse follows Rubin and takes cover behind a pillar opposite his. She looks round it, before gesturing in a sweeping motion with her right hand. Coming round the pillar, she past the shattered glass from the windows and through the door.

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