Sit-Rep: During the fighting on the surface of Silence, a large portion of the Silence Rebellion launched an assault on Admiral Chetner's Marathon-class cruiser, the UNSC Illustrious. Although there are still a few pockets of UNSC resistance left throughout the ship, the Insurrectionists have acquired control of the vessel.
Task Force Bravo was deployed to the cruiser soon after the takeover, and cleared out one of the hangars. Chyenka, Lindberg and Kaflinski are currently separated from the main force, and have found a group of civilians who claim to be university scientists, while the rest of Bravo was successful in rescuing a crewman and capturing an Insurrectionist. Their mission now is to regain control of the ship.
Before the corpse has hit the ground, Chyenka turns from the corner. The Innnie has thrown down his DMR to pick up a fallen shotgun. He scrambles for it when he notices the ODST, who fires twice into his chest. The Innie slumps over and Chyenka looks up and down the corridor.
Kaflinski is about to step out of the room when the sound of somebody crying grabs his attention. He looks back, only to see one of the scientists on his knees; in front of him is the lifeless body of the youngest member of the team, his lab coat covered in blood. On the locker beside them, Kaflinski spots a trio of bullet holes: the assault rifles shots that had missed him from earlier.
The man looks down at his brother again, then nods slowly. Goldstein helps him pick up the body, and the two carry the dead scientist towards the door. In the corridor, Kaflinski has lifted the previously unconscious Innie, and is punching him repeatedly, severely bruising his face. He stops for a moment, grabbing the rebel by the throat, then looks back at Chyenka.
Hartley: I doubt that, what with their lack of weaponry and Kaflinski being around. Besides, we did see some scientists back in their base. Who's to say they didn't bring some with them to help with the ship systems?
Hartley gestures to the dead scientist being carried by the others.
Hartley: How'd he die? Was it obvious they intended to kill him?
The scientist appears to have missed the question.
Beck: Hey, Doctor. You deaf or some shit?
Beck: For what, what are you hiding?
Goldstein: No, I didn't hear the-
Beck: I said: what are you fucking hiding?
Goldstein: I'm not certain I'm completely-
Beck: Yeah, see, I don't give a fuck who you are.
Goldstein: ...with you.
Beck: I don't give a fuck what you are. No, you see-
Carpenter: Beck, come on.
Beck: No. No, you see, Doctor, lemme tell you a story. Alright?
Carpenter: Come on, man.
Beck: Lemme tell you a fucking story. Alright? Alright, Doctor, alright? You hear me?
He lightly knocks the captive around the face with a gloved fist.
Beck: Alright? Okay? Alright, doc, you heard? Did you hear?
Goldstein: Yes, yes, I hear. Tell your story.
Beck: What was that?
Goldstein: Just tell your story, out with it.
Beck: You hear this, man? This pretensions fuckhole in a pharmacist jacket thinking he can give me orders, man? What a fucking piece of work, this one. What a piece of work, man. Story's off. (Shouting) Kaflinski? Kaflinsk, get over here!
Phillipae stared out into space standing one the crowded hangar deck of the Zealous Fury. Major Nevor approached him with a data pad in hand.
"Commander, it appears that Task Force Bravo is currently engaged with retaking a UNSC vessel that was captured by human rebels. Shall we assist them?"
"Not at this time Major. Bravo are excellent warriors. They will not be requiring our assistance. They have their mission and we have ours."
"Do you not wish to make contact with them at least Commander?"
"For the time being no. Doing so may very well give away our presense in this system. I don't want to scare Zev'arin away. If it will help us capture Zev'arin then I will consider involving the UNSC but not until we have a better grasp of the situation. We have to be careful Major. You may recall that the Arbiter authorized us to make public our cooprative efforts with UNSC forces on numerous occasions. That iniative was intended to promote a spirit of peace and alliance between the Sangheili people and humanity. It backfired magnificantly. The Swords are under increasing political pressure back home. The Arbiter is routenely accused of being a traitor. Some even fault him for assassinating the Prophet of Truth. If we work with the UNSC again, we must be very discrete."
"Understood Commander," Nevor turned to leave.
"Major, how is your daughter doing?"
Nevor was very surprised. "I--"
"Don't deny it Major. I know you know. Honestly, I would encourage it if our traditions weren't so ironclad."
"She is doing well Major. She has expressed an interest in learning to be an engineer even. Years ago I would have found such ambitions disappointing but I'm starting realize just how essential it is that we diversify our skill set as a people."
"Yes. The ultimate form of control the san'shyuum exerted over us was to separate us into individual catagories and make us incapable of operating without the other facilities of the Covenant. It is good your daughter wishes to pursue this. That is all Major."
As those around Beck smiled, Matt just stared on, frowning beneath the safety of his polarised visor. He'd advocated for caution, yes, but he felt they were just being dicks, nomatter whether these 'scientists' were genuine or not...
(Inq kudosed your thing, CT. I guess this means it's my job. *sigh*)
Goldstein: It was a new generator, I think.
Beck: Oh, you think?
Goldstein: Know. It was a generator, a mobile for one, for logistics divisions.
Beck: Pardon me, he knows.
Brace: Engineering, huh?
Goldstein: You could call it that. In-House We like to use "exodology".
The two meet eye to eye. Brace stares, engaged, as the final term resonates within a pool of connected memories. The scientist looks meekly back, as if he knows exactly what the ODST is deducing. He seems to have slipped.
At the head of Bravo, Fitzgerald and Philips enter a still corridor, look for a few seconds and report it clear. After a few steps, the passage is lit up and bullets hit the door, as Philips falls backwards and Fitzgerald ducks behind a crate, clutching his side. At the far end of the corridor, machine gun barrels are barely visible above crates.
(We're not going anywhere specific at the moment, are we?)
The sudden gunfire expelled any thoughts of doubt in Matt's mind, as he scrambled for cover behind a column. After exposing his position by firing a couple of bursts of suppressive fire to cover Chyenka, he pulls back behind the column only to moments later have an M9 frag grenade thrown at his feet by the rebels.
"'Nade!" he screamed, quickly kicking it as far down the corridor as he could, though Bravo was still well within its blast radius.
The blast sends shrapnel flying towards Bravo; luckily, since all of its members are behind cover, no one is hit. Steam escapes from a pipe in the corridor as Hartley looks back at Drago, hiding behind a crate.
Hartley: Drago, get in position. As soon as it clears up, fire off a shot.
The two Innies appear to signal each other with their heads, as if they're planning something.
D'Angelo: Don't even think about it. I've got my eye on you.
A group of men jog round the corner, one of whom falls with Carpenter to the floor. The other men are wearing rough-looking clothes with too many straps, the type you'd find in a survival gear shop, whilst the ODSTs are instantly recognisable in their BDUs. Chyenka springs back, surprised, as the Innies charge or pull up their pistols. One tackles Lindberg and another swings a knife at Chyenka.
The sounds around Lindberg become muted after the Innie smashes his head against the floor. Seeing the danger, Chyenka kicks the Innie in the side, pushing him off Lindberg, but has to turn to defend himself against his own attacker. He pushes the swooping knife to the side, but barely.
(Inq., how do you say "no plot armour" in Swedish?)
One of the gunners slumps over the turret, his head nearly blown off by Drago's sniper rifle. Some of the Innies hide behind the crates in fear of getting sniped, leaving only one gunner firing at Bravo
An Innie throws a grenade over a crate just as the gunner ducks down. A few ODSTs look up to take a shot when he returns, but the blinding flash from the grenade stops them. All the gunners open fire again, sweeping from side to side with their machine guns.
(Well congrats folks, you managed to keep it going until the end of the week. Now, seeing as I'm not gonna bother going through a complex reintegration process:)
One of the Insurrectionist gunners suddenly stops firing, drops his rifle and lifts into the air. Bristow has appeared from behind him and grabbed him by the back of the head with his prosthetic. For a moment, the Innie tries to emit a scream, but it is garbled when his head pops like a balloon. Underneath his visor, the ODST grins.
Bristow: You stupid Innie fucks, you left your backdoor wide open!
(Yeah, I was doing that thing with Drago to get you to post.)
As soon as the grenade exploded, the two Innies, their hands free, broke into a run, seeing that the ODSTs were distracted. D'Angelo, at the back of the group, seems to be the only one to notice amidst the explosion and the shots.
D'Angelo: Son of a bitch!
He quickly sprints after them, as they round a corner into another corridor. He arrives at an intersection, although they are nowhere to be seen.
D'Angelo (COM): Guys, the--
The two Innies jump from behind a pair of supports and grab him from behind. Though D'Angelo manages to shake them off, throwing the bruised Innie to the ground, he loses his DMR, which ends up at the other rebel's feet. The man picks up the rifle and aims it at the ODST's head.
(The bruised Innie readies his Palpatine voice.)
Bruised Innie: Do it.
D'Angelo raises his hands a little.
D'Angelo: Hey, now, you got me. Come on, there's no reason to--
Bruised Innie: Just fucking do it, you pussy!
The Innie with the DMR hesitates for a few moments, before pulling the trigger. D'Angelo's visor shatters, and he limply falls on his back.
Bruised Innie: Good job, now let's get the fuck out of here before they realise what happened.
(How did Bristow get round? Another side route like Chyenka's?)
The Innie steps in close again but is stopped the sole of Chyenka's prosthetic leg, which kicks out. He falls against the wall as Carpenter opens fire with an SMG on the others. Only Lindberg is a giant skrub left, he and his rebel seemingly oblivious to their surroundings as they continue grappling.
The other Innies fall back, still firing constantly with their machine guns. Whilst Bristow is distracted, one swings a large machete at him from behind.
The machete, being a slashing weapon other than an Energy Sword, slams into Bristow's battle dress but fails to do anything significant other than giving the ODST a bruise. Bristow turns around, and draws his Bowie knife.
Bristow: Oh, you want a knife fight? Have at thee.
Bristow catches the Insurrectionist's swing with his prosthetic and, seeing as he's easily a head taller and a lot heavier than the rebel, has little trouble exploiting the shove attempt by grabbing the arm and locking his own arm around it. With a snap, the bone inside it breaks as Bristow yanks.
(There were only 10 posts in the scenario and you could just ask, but ok, gotta be badass)
A few bursts from behind Bristow cause two Innies to fall down. One of the remaining two fumbles with a grenade and the other seems ready to open fire with his LMG, when a smatter of rifle fire comes from the right corridor. The grenade drops harmlessly to the floor, alongside the two Innies, as Chyenka, Lindberg and Carpenter step out.
Moments before the grenade detonated, Matt had been about to peek around the corner and fire another few shots at the Innie defence. Thankfully, he held off and so the volley of fire unleashed after the detonation completely missed him. He kept his back pressed up against the column he was using as cover, waiting for an opportune moment to burst out and fire, but was kept in place by a nearly constant stream of bullets pinging off his cover.
As he was facing away from the action, he saw as D'Angelo's nav marker moved away from the battle.
D'Angelo (COM): Guys, the-
Matt (COM): D'Angelo? Are you alr-
Matt was interrupted mid-sentence when the trooper's nav marker turned from a blue arrow to a red 'X'.
Matt (COM): Shit! D'Angelo's down! I'm going after them!
With that, Matt sprinted out of the battle, after whoever had killed D'Angelo.
(As I stated in the first post I made, I really don't feel like going through an entire process, and if you honestly thought I was reading along this whole time, you should reconsider how much interest I've had for this thing.)
(Read back from the last post until they stop being relevant to the situation; post #32. Or you could just ask, you know.)
Gunfire draws the two Innies to a long room, where they find a couple of Marines in cover against a group of Innies.
Innie 2: Oh boy.
He throws up in the air and catches one of D'Angelo's grenades, throws and catches, throws.
Innie 2: Hey!
The marines turn round as the grenade lands beside their feet. Immediately they scramble away for a brief moment shrapnel breaks their visors and the explosion flings them against the table. The other three Innies walk over, rifles still raised.
Innie 2: That's how you fucking do it! Take a lesson!
New Innie: The fuck are you? and where's the rest of your team?
Innie 2: Dead. And I'm gonna take you to the fascist bastards that killed them.
Just as the new Innie was opening her mouth to speak, she was struck by several bullets from Matt's BR55. She fell down lifeless, as Matt continued to fire at the Innies through a doorway. None of the others fell before they managed to scramble into cover. Once he lost his shot on them, Matt took cover beside the doorframe.
(Yeah, and they ran towards the opposite end of the ship. Since Bristow is behind enemy lines, he's even farther away from them than the rest of Bravo. They were Bravo's prisoners, in case you missed that.
Think of it as Matt and the Innies being on the left, Bravo in the middle and Bristow and the MGers on the right.)
Leon sprints back through the corridor and rounds a corner. He sees a door ahead and takes cover beside the doorframe, before peeking around, SMG raised. He is immediately hit by a burst from Innie 2, who had anticipated the move. Some of the bullets bounce off his helmet and plates, although one goes straight through his shoulder, causing him to tumble to the side. He crawls away from the doorframe, keeping his SMG aimed at it and his hand on his shoulder.
Innie 2: Come on, assholes, keep it coming!
Innie 1 aims his DMR at Matt's doorframe and looks through the scope, whilst one of the new Innies keeps an eye on Michaels' position.
As Michaels opens fire, Matt swings round into the doorway and fires too. His MA5C sprays bullets in the direction of the Innies. Although a couple sink into the flesh of some of the Innies who'd been rescued by the two who'd escaped custody, none are completely incapacitated. They fall into cover from Matt, which leaves them open to Michaels.
An Innie sitting in front of a console looks back at the ODSTs, before the grenade reduces him to flying limbs. Hartley turns to the right and guns down a rebel raising his SMG, then dashes forward and knocks a beret-wearing man unconscious with his rifle.
(Yeah, I was gonna have one of the windows get a breach to make things interesting, but that would be decidedly unrealistic.)
Hartley grabs the beret rebel by the collar and dumps him next to the doorway, where Goldstein and the scientists are hiding.
Hartley: No, this guy's done. Search the rest of the place, there's gotta be more hiding around here.
Seeing that Matt and Michaels are distracted with his friends, Innie 1 takes one of the dead Marine's M6G and crawls towards a doorway next to his table. He stands up in the corridor, his left arm bleeding, and he walks up to a large blast door ahead of him. He punches a button next to it, and it slides open, revealing an intersection. Leaning back against a corner, he peeks around and is satisfied to see he managed to flank Matt. As the ODST is firing into the room, Innie 1 aims his magnum at his back.
Innie 1: Sorry, kid.
Instead of a loud bang, the weapon produces only a click once he pulls the trigger.
(lel I just referenced a meme I didn't even know existed)
Kaflinski laughs as Bristow blows the Innie's hand out. Suddenly, another rebel jumps from behind a large console, holding a pair of grenades in his hands. He activates them and sprints towards the ODSTs.
Crouched behind the table, Innie 2 looks around, realising that all the other rebels are dead and that there is no way out.
Innie 2: So this is it, huh? I guess I am gonna die on this shithole after all. But guess what, UNSC cunts? I'll fucking die happy, because I know this shit is only the beginning. You'll get what's coming to you, motherfuckers. My only regret is that I won't be there to watch your empire fucking burn as the colonies turn on you.
He pops out of cover quickly, firing his MA5B at Michaels and forcing him into cover.
Meanwhile, Matt bursts out of cover and quickly advances on the rebel's position, firing his BR frantically at the Innie as he did. Once he reached another piece of cover closer to the rebel's position, he ducked into it, then primed a grenade and hurled it over the top of the cover, toward the rebel.
(I'm not sure really. I'm open to the introduction of remnant group, but I'm not sure whether they'd be on the Illustrious at this point in time, seeing as it's a UNSC ship that was boarded shortly before the mission started. I'm also unsure as to what stake they'd have in Silence's independence, seeing as it's just a relatively unimportant human colony.)
(Well here's what I'm thinking. The sangheili is just one by himself. A liason. Zev'arin is interested in fostering an alliance between his covenant remnant and human rebels on a large scale to try and grow a force he could use to take on the Swords of Sangheilios. He doesn't despise humans in particular. They were just an enemy he was ordered to fight. He does hate the Arbiter though.
His liason would be on the ship to aid in boarding operations to kind of showcase the usefulness in working together. Basically Zev'arin wants to create an alliance by helping the rebels and in return getting their aid. That's the gist of it at least.
The reason for starting at Silence is because it's relatively unimportant and out of the way. Zev'arin knows the UEG is more focused on worlds with larger populations and bigger logistics issues. Unfortunately for him, he miscalculated the UNSC's interest in Silence hence why he'd end up having to engage them. It also creates a segway ramp for Phillipae 'Vlassam.
(Maybe, just maybe, it could be a Sasuun-type deal. But I couldn't see it, since this particular organization is only interested in independence for Silence. A Sangheli would have nothing to gain from that.
On the topic of A Mission; I totally agree. But I just want to get this ship back to Chetner and give Bravo a happy ending somehow. Maybe one final thing after this to shut down the Innies, or let them be independent all touchy-feely or whatever.)
Michaels: (COM) Hartley, we've just finished up here. Our two prisoners are dead, along with a few other rebels and a squad of Marines. Leon was hit, but he'll live. (off COM) Matt, grab those Marines' tags and ammo and see if those Innies have anything useful. Take their weapons too. Leon, you ok to walk back, or shall I call Brace to us?
Brace: LT sent me before they hit the bridge. Let me get a look at that.
He crouches beside Leon.
Brace: Yeah, should be an easy fix.
Admiral Chetner's voice booms over the COM.
Chetner (COM): Finally, Bravo! I was starting to wonder if this was going to be yet another one of Major Gardener's tactical failures! I'd congratulate you, if I didn't know it was your fault that this happened in the first place!
Croft (COM): Admiral-
Chetner (COM): Quiet, Captain! We all know it was your 'Eureka Division' that failed to stop them from launching the prototypes! Do you know what you let happen?! Do you realise that I will never be able to look at her the same way, knowing it was by her hand that a destroyer fell?! But I wouldn't expect you to understand, seeing how-
Croft (COM): Admiral, please remain calm. You have your cruiser back.
The exchange is followed by a few seconds of silence.
Chetner (COM): Send in three squads of Marines to clean up what's left of that mess, Captain. Then I'm coming aboard. Bravo, you may return.
The hangar doors of the Sword of Giants close as Bravo's Pelican lands. The ramp lowers, and the ODSTs walk out with their prisoners. Hartley notices Chetner standing beside the dropship, then salutes.
Hartley: Admiral Chetner, sir.
He pushes Goldstein forward.
Hartley: We found this man and three others hiding. One didn't make it. They claim they were there to inspect a set of blueprints relating to a generator, and I was hoping you could verify their story.
(I'll post for me and Inq, since he's not going to)
Goldstein: "Found"? "Found"? Admiral Chetner, I can assure you, we were not found, we came to your men voluntarily. And regrettably so.
Beck: Sorry, what?
The Admiral raises a hand in Beck's direction.
Chetner: Regrettably how?
Goldstein: Admiral, I have an unnervingly long list of reasons to believe that your Lieutenant is attempting to use us a means of passing off all guilt in direct relation to working hand-in-hand with the same band of terrorist thugs who just stole your ship and attempted to extrapolate their theatre of combat to the next five systems.
Beck attempts to protest again, only for Chetner to repeat the previos action.
Chetner: This doesn't surprise me. The unit you see before you has been horribly disloyal in many past events.
Some guards rush over, and surround Bravo from behind. Before anyone can act, the restraints are locked.
Chetner: Sabotage of mission objectives, ignorance to primary directives, blatant disobedience of command. Many, many past events. But whatever the case, I speak for everyone when I commend your bravery and telling us of their deception. In your actions, you protected the integrity of the unit, the ship, and the UNSC. You have our gratitude, Dr. Goldstein.
As the ODSTS are dragged to the brig, the Admiral and the Doctor walk off victorious.
Seeing as it is literally impossible for a couple of guards to put restraints on two dozen ODSTs before any of them can act, Bristow manages to stop the guard approaching him and closes his prosthetic hand around the man's throat.
Bristow: I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do jack shit, and I'm not turning in because of someone else's false accusions.
Bristow: I don't have to answer to a traitor, admiral. There is no speaking out of term, or resistance of authority, when that "authority" is undermining the UNSC. You are the one committing treason, not me. Tell me, you Marine punks, you have fought alongside us; when has Task Force Bravo ever given any indication of plotting treason?
Chetner: Shut the line. Waters, start the transport, we're heading back to the Illustrious. Have the crew train the guns on the Sword. If it moves, shoot it. If it doesn't, wait, then shoot it.
Marine: Orders sent sir.
A squad's worth of marines stay behind, as the officer, the scientists, and a few other marines board the shuttle and head out. Below, on the surface of Silence, a million thunders sound. Another wave of Lysanders is being launched.
The door of the Pelican swings closed, Bristow, the other Marines, and the hostage Admiral still inside. The ODST finds himself surrounded by Chetner's men, who find themself facing a bioinc-armed serial killer with their figurehead in a chokehold.
Phillipae had been there just staring into the void for the past couple hours lost in thought. Taybab inturrupted his introspection.
"Commander, I have several items to report to you."
"Go ahead Taybab."
"Firstly, the Huragok finished cracking the encrypted transmissions. Apparently, Zev'arin is in control of an old Covenant skunkworks team and the facilities to back them up."
"Skunkworks? Which one?"
"An older group not affiliated with the Black Seraph Division. They operated under the Ministry of Divine Conquest. Now they serve Zev'arin. Apparently they are responsible for the new encryption techniques. We also got the locations of numerous facilities and assets but I need to emphasize that Zev'arin keeps everything moving around. We will need to strike quickly in order to get them in time."
"Noted. Anything else?"
"Yes. Just a few moments ago in fact. Apparently, Task Force Bravo is being placed under arrest by a UNSC Admiral Chetner. Of further note, Admiral Chetner has placed orders to fire upon the UNSC Sword of Giants if they make any sudden maneuvers or after a certain time has passed. Sir, I know they may seem like just a bunch of humans but we've been through a lot. I don't want to see them or their ship harmed. I am fully aware of the political situation back home however, the existence of BlaSDiv is still largely confidential. We have the training and the hardware to pull off a ghost op just like we used to."
"Taybab, I have no intention of allowing are friends to come to harm. They've done more for me than they will ever know. More than you will ever know old friend. We will not let them come to harm. We will keep hidden as long as possible and we will act swiftly and only as far as is necessary. I want zero UNSC casualties by our hand."
Taybab grinned beneath his breathing mask.
"I was hoping you'd say that sir."
"Is the DSB ready for deployment?"
"Yes Commander, but with one caveat. It can only stop a fairly limited ammount of fire before the unit burns out."
"With luck, we'll only need that much. Is Patient Strike online yet?"
"Ready and waiting. He's been looking forward to shipboard deployment."
"Excellent. Patient Strike, bring the Fury up to Ready State Alpha. Prepare to go to Battle Stations on my order."
"Acknowledged Commander 'Vlassam," the A.I. replied.
"Taybab, ready a pair of tactical strike teams and assemble them here in the hangar. Be sure both of the stealth phantoms are ready to go. I'm going to the bridge."
Sean4333 wrote: (On the topic of A Mission; I totally agree. But I just want to get this ship back to Chetner and give Bravo a happy ending somehow. Maybe one final thing after this to shut down the Innies, or let them be independent all touchy-feely or whatever.)
(I guess this is what we're gonna follow after all. I'm okay with either of the RPs, to be honest.)
(No idea, Vessel. I imagine Bravo's going to finish putting down Silence's rebellion first, before we move on to A Mission.)
Matt watches on as Bristow holds Chetner hostage, unsure of whether he supported or condemned the ODST's actions. Either way, he was glad that the restraints placed on his hands prevented him from acting, and hence he couldn't be implicated.
Meanwhile, a door in the main hangar opens and the leader of Task Force Quebec steps through, while telling the punchline to a joke that several of his men, who are following close behind him, loudly laugh at. They're in full combat gear, no doubt ready to escort Chetner back to the Illustrious. They approach Chetner's Pelican, unaware of the events unfolding within.
Upon hearing Chyenka's words, Hartley's mind shifts back to the events on Algolis. Though he had considered the possibility of preventing Bristow from partaking in any more counterinsurgency missions, he had been putting off the thought, feeling Bristow's usefulness outweighed his excessive violence. His train of thought is interrupted when Quebec enters the hangar. Looking back at the soldiers, he grits his teeth underneath his polarised visor.
Hartley: Well, that's just really fucking typical.
Charlie and a few tag-alongs from some of the other forces arrive through the service door.
Gardener: Oh. And look who it is.
Quebec Leader: Stole my fucking line. You know if I had a credit for everything you've ever stole, I'd-
Gardener fires. Quebec's leader drops to the ground. Someone caught in the standoff lets out an exasperated "Holy shit". But miraculously, the body begins to pull itself back onto its feet. In the way it moves, jerks, still lives, the reason becomes clear. Augmentation.
Quebec: Come on, babe, you really think we'd come here without winning first? That's insulting. I'm insulted. Get 'em, boys.
Pilot: Oh, would you look at the time.
He directs Bristow to a clock opposite the dashboard.
The clock, counting down as it would have it, reaches zero on all four of its digits. A few tones sound.
Pilot: Just trying to help.
Engines whir increasingly louder as the Pelican is shot ouf of the hangar. A collision with the shutting door steals the tip of its left wing, but it continues nonetheless. The pilot looks to Bristow, and signals with his hands that he has no control of the craft. In fact, no one does.
(Okay, I get that Bravo and Quebec hate each other but isn't it kind of off for UNSC forces to start firing at each other almost as soon as they get a look at each other? Yeah I get that they despise one another but it seems kind of off to me that it woud descend into blue on blue between them so dang fast.
Also, what is Admiral Chetner's vendetta against them? I must have missed that.)
Hartley promptly holds his restraints against their cover, as Carpenter peeks around it to get a look at the firefight. Though Charlie has already suffered three casualties, they managed to take out one of Quebec's members.
(He did, and Bristow realistically should have stopped him from leaving, but apparently the Pelican's pilot has congenital analgesia, the Pelican was suddenly outfitted with remote control, and the hangar door closes slower than Windows Vista installed on a potato.)
Phillipae stared intently at the foreward viewscreen. "Patient Strike, is there anyway to see or hear what is going on inside those vessels?"
"I can attempt a remote hack of UNSC internal ship surveilance systems but there is no garuntee that it would go unnoticed."
"Can I establish we secure line to the Sword of Giant's captain without revealing our position?"
"Do it then."
Phillipae hails Captain Croft.
"Greetings Captain. This is Commander 'Vlassam. I don't know the full situation over there, but I've intercepted communications indicating that the UNSC vessel right across from you has orders to fire upon you a short while after an Admiral Chetner clears your ship. My ship is nearby and stands ready to assist you."
ReDquinox wrote: (Sean is enforcing a plot beyond reasonability, Thel. Nothing that's happening right now makes any sliver of sense.)
(Bristow literally timewarped, teleported, and broke through the Matrix in order to anticlimactically become involved in a non-important scene (the Pelican leaving). That is the epitome of enforcing plot, especially when it is done in order to give your character some sort of heroic redemption. What's happening would make perfect sense if you would kindly allow your characters to follow the basic principles of physics, and focus on creating a story and not a solution. Please and thank you.)
(Should I discuss an idea for people who will be classified by ONI as insurrectionists who will be fired apon with surface to air missiles in spite of not actually being physically violent and armed only with prayer sticks?)
(Sean, it really isn't timewarping if you just go through actions without allowing anyone to do anything about it. Basic principle of RPing, you don't control the actions of other people's characters.)
(Maybe because the idea of anyone doing anything about it was completely overlooked, since getting involved in such an irrelevant subplot would do nothing but bring about a premature end to the entire arc. Allowing any reaction wasn't even considered, since reacting to something so small was so unexpected.)
Croft (COM): Commander 'Vlassam? What exactly are you doing in this system?
He witnesses the Pelican explosion on the screen.
Croft (COM): Actually, Admiral Chetner isn't leaving at all... If the Illustrious is getting ready to fire on us, I don't have a lot of options here. How can you assist?
What's left of the Pelican comes crashing down towards the soldiers below, prompting some of Quebec's members to dive out of the way. Charlie seizes the opportunity, firing at the soldiers who were forced out of cover.
"Captain, there's no time to explain my presence here. I have a device capable of projecting a limited use energy shield barrier around your ship. It will only take so much damage but is far better than nothing and should protect you from any initial volley.
I have no wish to inflict any UNSC casualties here today Captain. I can support you against the Illustrious and I can even deploy troops to support you. You have been good friends to me and my people in the past and I would not see you harmed by a rogue admiral."
(So let me get this straight: Quebec are traitors, Chetner's a dick but still innocent, the Illustrious is about to fire on the Sword for no reason other than "Chetner's angry at Bravo, a couple dozen people out of the hundreds of UNSC crew on the ship", and there is now a firefight going on between UNSC forces in the Sword's hangar?
Sorry Sean, but I'm with Red on this one. This is getting too convoluted and frankly, quite ludicrous.)
(No no, it's been cleared up. See, there's a large-scale conspiracy on the loose within the UNSC. Chetner was the leading figure in this operation, but thanks to the current situation, bigger figures have decided that his worth is gone. Quebec is also part of the conspiracy.)
Chyenka stands, lifting his prosthetic. Without hovering for a second, the mechanical leg whips out against Hartley's manacles with a chink, making the crate shift. Hartley's hands fly free from each other.
(Are you kidding? They're a group of ODSTs who do have a reputation, yes, but ultimately they still answer to Croft, who himself answers to Admirals like Chetner and Kellogg. Bravo have no more power than any other of the Task Forces. They just happen to be the most successful...)
(Thel, I've been meaning to ask: how does BlaSDiv fit in with the Silent Shadow (the highly secretive Spec Ops Elite group from Headhunters and Hunting Party), since they seem to essentially be a canon version of BlaSDiv was meant to be.)
(I have read Headhunters but that was many years ago. Never read Hunting Party so far as I know. I don't remember the Silent SHadows.
My explanation is the fact that the Covenant was a massive Empire. There very well may have been many black organizations under the Covenant umbrella. ONI even has many divisions/sections that are often at odds with one another.)
(After a very, very productive conversation with Dab, the two of us have decided that the best cource of action is to return to a previous point and beign the start of a new, more inclusive arc. Several of you should know at least some aspects of said arc, and we'd like to organize little meanings with each of those people so they know how to get involved. It is thought out, entertaining, and, most importantly, Dab-approved. Please speak up about any concerns now, and, if your name follows, state when you'd be free for a chat meeting.
(Just to clarify Sean's statement, we haven't decided on what Bravo/BlaSDiv should do next, just devised what we think would be a good backstory for Silence and its rebellion with which to continue RPing from. Of course, you're free to object to anything, as we don't control this RP any more than any of you do. Take it as a suggestion more than anything else.
Oh, and the point we were thinking of rewinding to was just after Bravo took the bridge, so we can replay this Chetner confrontation a little better.)
(Unless anyone has any objections, I'm going to rewind now. Best not to shelve the RP for too long, lest we lose interest.)
As per Michaels' orders, Matt quickly grabs the dead Marines' dog tags and stores them in a pouch on his BDU. He then shares the weapons and ammo of the Marines and Innies between the four ODSTs present, and proceeds to frisk the Innies' bodies to check for anything useful. His search turns up only one item of interest on the first Innie: a reasonably modern miniature data pad.
Matt: Huh. Would've though a piece of gear like this would be way out of the price range of a "simple farmer".
Upon searching the body of the other Innie, the one he and Leon had captured, he winced upon finding a tattered image printed on paper, showing the Innie standing in front of a small city on a planet Matt didn't recognise, surrounded by his family: a wife and two children. He stuffed the image back into the rebel's pocket trying not to think about it. As he was about to leave the Innie alone and declare his search fruitless, he notices a tattoo on the rebel's arm. Matt pulls up the Innie's sleeve, revealing the full tattoo, which depicts the acronym "FaSUM" superimposed over a clenched fist.
Matt: (to himself) FaSUM...? (to Michaels) Isn't that the rebel group DAB was from? How could they be here?
(Apologies gents. I have been quite busy these past couple of days. I'm not ignoring you I assure you. I'm not sure when I can join the COMLINK for a conference but if you're so inclined please do share the run down of your ideas here. If not that's fine. We can figure something out.)
Matt: (COM) Well, this guy is definitely FaSUM, or at the very least was. I was under the impression that the faction been 'dealt with' by ONI. Anything you can add, Captain?
Croft: (COM) Not much. The UNSC database also marks it as defunct. Probably just an ex-member. We'll discuss this further when you get back to the Sword. Right now, I need you to double-time it to the hangar. Best not keep Chetner waiting, he's pissed off already as is.
Michaels nods to the ODSTs, as if to say 'time to go'. Matt pockets the data pad he'd found, along with the spare ammo and the Marines' tags, then gets to his feet.
Michaels: You heard the man, let's get moving.
Brace helps Leon to his feet, and supports him as the four ODSTs leave the room, heading for the hangar.
(And since Red is away:)
Michaels (COM): Bristow, Torine, why don't you two hang back and keep the bridge locked down while we meet with his majesty. We'll call for you if needed.
Chetner: I believe it is. The hole you've ripped in her starboad flank's going to need more than stitches, and the blood you've got all over my floor's starting to dry solid, But she's safe, in part because of you.
(I was busy earlier, CT, but if you want to chat now we can)
Thermal sensors show a series of vertical lines rising from the planet's surface.
Croft (COM): Damn it. Another wave's on their way. Bravo, sit tight and prepare for another chance to board. There's no way we're getting a Pelican over with those things buzzing around.
Chetner: In the meantime I want you and your men in the lower deck for security. If they manange to get inside again, you know what to do. Try not to do any more damage than you've already done, Lieutennant.
Chetner stares at Goldstein for a moment, clearly not recognising the scientist. After a tense few seconds during which the scientist looks pleadingly back at the Admiral, Chetner seems to realise something and adopts a more friendly tone.
Chetner: Ah, yes, they're part of my crew. What was it, uh...?
The scientist looks gratefully towards the Admiral before replying.
Goldstein: Goldstein, sir.
Chetner: Goldstein, that's it! I remember now. (to nearby Marines) Take these men someplace safe. Don't let them out of your sight - if any harm comes to them, it'll be you I lay the blame on. (to Hartley) And you, you have your orders. Be about it. Now.
(Dang it's been hectic.Okay, so Bravo cleared the Illustrious and now they're leaving as Quebec takes over holding the vessel. They recovered the scientists and are meeting with Chetner. Okay. So we're almost right back where we were last time before things hit the fan.)
(No, Bravo are still on-board the Illustrious and are heading to the lower decks in preparation to fight off a second wave of boarders that Croft just detected. They've already met with Chetner. Other than that, all correct.)
(Alright then. Damn I'm sorry guys. Graduation's coming up in a couple months, I've got to learn the ropes of college, get classes registered, all while maintaining my present grades and keeping up with other obligations.
Alright. So, I guess there isn't much for Phillipae to do yet. I will admit that at this point my excuse for having BlaSDiv be in the system is kind of weak but I'm not sure how else to get them involved.)
Thel Vadam4321 wrote:
(This just is not fair. We were just starting to have fun again.)
(Yeah, it's a shame, but interest in this RP seems to have petered out. You're welcome to join the Another Mission thread, following another Task Force, Foxtrot, in events earlier in the timeline. I doubt you could fit Phillipae in, but you could create a new Covenant character, if you like.)
(Maybe I'll do that Dab. How early in the timeline are we talking? BlaSDiv is supposed to be fairly old. I wouldn't necessarily shoe horn Phillipae in but I might consider a Covenant character who is a BlaSDiv operator.)