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    MISSION LOG:

    Date: March 23, 2553

    Location: Himmelen V

    Force: Task Force Bravo

    Primary Objective: Capture Insurrectionist leader Jensen

    Background Information: Task Force Bravo has been deployed on an off-the-books mission to Himmelen V to capture the Insurrectionist leader Jensen. Jensen is getting away on a Civilian-Liner. Locke and Drago are providing sniper cover to Bravo. And there seems to be an unknown individual who is trying to help Bravo...

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    MISSION LOG... END

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    • Bristow hops onto the turret of the other APC, and immediately opens fire on the Insurrectionists.

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    • Shrake gets in the driver seat of Rick's APC. He drives near to the Innies and Rick shoots them.

      Rick:
      Bristow, need help. Get the Warthog over here.
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    • (Just a new thread?)

      Crestus dragged Zentarious along as they neared the village. Jiralhanae gathered on the edge of the village as the pair neared. A young jiralhanae in ornate attire stepped forward. "State your business stranger," he said warily.

      Crestus stepped aside to reveal Zentarious. "Are you the Tra'u'lok tribe?"

      The young jiralhanae drew a mauler upon seeing Zentarious bound. "Release my father immediately or die where you stand."

      Crestus promptly unmanacled Zentarious. "I deliever your fallen chieftan to you. Do with him as you will."

      "Charnious, I have failed the Journey. Please deliever my punishment and take your place as leader of this tribe."

      Charnious sheathed his mauler as Zentarious walked forward and bowed before him. 

      "Father, I will not kill you. If you wish me to succeed you I shall, but I will not kill you."

      "You must! Kill me! It is your right of passage and the only way you may be a true leader!"

      "Father, those old ways are wasteful and barbaric. They foster lack of trust within the tribe and thus weaken it. A leader must lead without fear of assassination or constant challenge. I will not kill you. The jiralhanae as a people must adapt and evolve. The old ways hold us back. Even if you leave leading responsibilities to me you can still live as a productive member of this tribe."

      "No! Kill me. It is the only way."

      "We must change father. It might as well start with me."

      "You are a disgrace to your name and your ancestors then," with that Zentarious charged his son and grabbed the mauler. The pair wrestled in the dirt. 

      "Please don't make me do this father!"

      "I must!" Zentarious managed to rip the mauler from his son's hand and pointed it at his son. 

      "Would you kill me? Your only heir?"

      "You are not fit to lead Charnious. You are weak. I cannot let my feelings dictate my actions. Good bye my son." A large jiralhane shot Zentarious with a long vicious looking rifle.

      "Father!" Charnious shouted as he rushed to Zentarious's side. Zentarious was bleeding out. 

      "Even now you break our most sacred of traditions?"

      "Doctor!"

      The jiralhanae who had shot Zentarious walked up behind Charnious and looked down at Zentarious. "You proved yourself unworthy the moment you were captured and delivered by your captor. I serve the new Chief. The old ways will lead to our destruction. Chieftan Charnious will lead our tribe and our species into a new age. Your time is at an end Zentarious. Make peace with that."

      The tribe's doctor rushed to the scene and after a brief examination shook his head. "I cannot save him my Chief."

      Zentarous tried to speak. Charnious placed his ear by his father's mouth. "Damn you Charnious," he whispered. "Damn you and all who follow you to a thousand hells." Zentarious's last breath left his body and he was still.

      "Did he say anything important?" the body guard asked.

      "No. My father's ways and words are a relic of the past. We must look towards the future. We will bury him with full funeral rites. Where is the stranger?"

      Crestus had disappeared.

      Satisfied that Zentarious was taken care of Crestus slipped away under active camouflage. 

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    • (I'd make a seen about what Kai is going through now but sadly I don't know much about what happens on Eayn after the war, other then many Kig-yar returning to plundering each others ships followed by many many many Kig-yar being taken by sangheili to help protect sangheilios from the last of the brutes who are following truths kill order.)

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    • Locke: I can hit Jensen now. Firing.

      In his rush to hit Jensen, Locke forgets to correct for distance, and thus the bullet blows his leg off.

      Locke: Hartley, move fast! I blew his leg off. Shock and blood loss will do the rest.If you want him alive, get to that ship NOW!

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    • A few other rebels drag Jensen aboard the ship.  The doors close, and it begins to lift off.

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    • Hartley: Punch it!

      The Hogs approach the area, and Hartley opens fire on the ship with the turret.

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    • Carpenter: Trent, blow that fucking ship out of the sky!

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    • The bullets cling against the spaceliner, and it shifts in the air a bit.  But it's still gaining altitude.

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    • Matt (COM):
      Croft? We're going to need air support! There's an Innie spacecraft headed your way! (off COM, sighing) This isn't how I pictured my first mission... Cooped up in a Pelican, acting as Bravo's handler...
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    • Croft (COM): Roger, Bravo.  Longswords dispatched.

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    • A squadron of Longswords flies over the area and fires on the spaceliner.

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    • The ship, smoking, begins to fly away.

      Beck: Damn.  Right through our fingers.

      Then, it begins to wobble in the sky and its engines make a strange coughing noise.  It begins to drop.

      Brace: No, look!  It's got trouble, it's coming down!

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    • Hartley: Clear the area!

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    • The light of its engines disappear, and it plummets like a stone.  Fortunately for the Innies inside, it was only about 80 meters off the ground, still survivable to some degree.

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    • Bravo dives into a trench as the ship crashes and crushes their Hogs.

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    • Locke: It's right there. Go move up.

      (BTW, Exalibur is dead. They were at the 'hogs.)

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    • (Wait, what? They went with us to Himmelen V? No!)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Wait, what? They went with us to Himmelen V? No!)

      (I needed to figure out a way to kill them.

      Besides, off-the-books-ops are kind of their thing.)

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    • (Just say they died on 00.)

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    • (Okay.)

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    • Bristow walks up to the airlock.

      Bristow: Damn, it's jammed.

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    • Locke: Might want to stand back.

      Locke fires three rounds at each of the hinges. Two of them fall off.

      Locke: D'Angelo, blow the last one.

      (This is sort of like that Strike Force mission in BOII, Dispatch, right now. We have to fight our way through the ship to where the leader is, then kill him.)

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    • (Wait, airlocks have hinges? I would have thought they'd be slide doors.)

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    • Rienna and Ashley stood guard.

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    • (Is D'Angelo an NPC?)

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    • (Yeah.)

      The airlock opens.

      Hartley: Bristow, you go first. Kill any innies you see, except Jensen.

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    • Rick:
      Just don't mess up, okay.
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    • Bristow: Heh. Will do.

      Bristow enters the ship, only to immediately be tackled by an Innie, who apparently was next to the airlock. The two struggle a bit, but eventually Bristow manages to unsheath his Bowie knife and he stabs the Innie in his throat.

      Bristow: And stay down, you prick.

      He stands up again, and moves through the dark hallways of the ship. There is no resistance.

      Bristow: It's clear!

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    • Rick:
      Alright, let's go.
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    • (Guys?)

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    • Bristow: I don't like this. Where is everyone?

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    • Hartley: Dead, most likely. I just hope Jensen survived the crash.

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    • Rick: He did.

      Rick points towards someone fallen down, looking like Jensen. He slowly crawls towards the airlock.

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    • (Damn it. Where are you both guys?)

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    • Bristow: Oh no you didn't.

      Bristow walks up to Jensen.

      Bristow: I told you that you were going down. And now here you are.

      Bristow unsheaths his knife.

      Bristow: Knife, this is Jensen. Jensen, this is my knife.

      With that, he rams the knife into Jensen's knee, immobilising him.

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    • (We needed him alive!)

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    • (We tried to kill him earlier on too.)

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    • (Because he was getting away. Now, he's right in front of us, so we can just capture him.)

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    • (That's true, I suppose.)

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    • (Edited it.)

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    • (Bristow is slowly turning into another Kaflinski)

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    • (I intended for him to be slightly psychopathic from the start.)

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    • (I just read Kaflinski's page, and it does seem that Bristow is kind of a mix of pre- and post-infection Kaflinski.)

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    • (I just noticed, there is a category named Dab1001's characters. Interesting...)

      Rick: Oh dear...

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    • Hartley: He already lost a leg, Bristow. He ain't going anywhere. 

      He turns to the rest of Bravo.

      Hartley: Let's get him out of here, people. Brace, do what you can to stop the bleeding.

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    • Bristow: (mumbling) Well, he sure as hell was trying to.

      Bristow walks down the hallway, and notices a locked door. He kicks it open. Inside is an Innie, holding an M6C. He fires it, however, because he is extremely nervous, he only grazes Bristow's side.

      Bristow: Ah! You fuck!

      Bristow grabs the Innie by his shirt, and throws him out into the hallway.

      Bristow: This guy was hiding in there. Tried to shoot me.

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    • Alcatraz: Poor guy...

      Rick: Jackson, Shut up!

      Alcatraz: Alright.

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    • Hartley: Good, now we have two prisoners.

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    • (But I use D'Angelo a lot, Red.)

      Trent (COM): Prisoner ready to be picked up?

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    • Hartley (COM): Affirmative.

      As Bravo exits what's left of the spaceliner, with the two prisoners, an army of rebels advances on their position.

      Hartley (COM): Trent, we need evac now, on the double! The entire innie base is coming!

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    • Bristow takes out his SOCOM, and starts shooting Innies.

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    • Trent's Pelican touches down in front of Bravo.

      Trent (COM): Welcome aboard the Himmelen V express! First stop, anywhere not filled with Innies!

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    • Rienna and Ashley went inside the Pelican.

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    • Hartley and the others help the prisoners get inside the Pelican, while Matt provides covering fire with the turret.

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    • Rick (COM): I hope its free..

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    • (//TacCOM:MembUpdate

      This time, can each of the characters be labeled if they are NPCs?)

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    • (I usually like to make things seem "in-universe".  But if I put it in brackets, it's technically a comment, right?)

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      21/1/2553, Sunday, Earth

      TASK FORCE: Bravo-Two-Niner-Zero

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason
      • GySgt. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Grtam -- Covenant Specialist
      • SSgt. Adam Weaver - Tactics (NPC)

      ASSAULT:

      • 1stLt DAB-101 - All purpose SPARTAN-I (MIA)
      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander (NPC..I think)
      • SSgt. Rick Jones - Rifleman
      • LCpl. James Alcatraz - Scout
      • Pvt. Antonio D'Angelo - Explosives Expert (NPC)
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist (NPC)
      • Pvt. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman (NPC)
      • Pvt. Donald Carpenter - Rifleman (NPC)
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance (NPC)
      • PFC. Arthur Dent - Demolitions Expert (NPC)
      • PFC. Peter Driscol - Reconnaissance Specialist (NPC)
      • LCpl. Damian Bristow - Close-Quarters Specialist
      • SSgt. Ashley Drago - Sniper 
      • Pvt. Rienna Morris 

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer (NPC)
      • LCpl. Joseph Stuart (NPC)
      • Pvt. Matthew Davis 

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pieterson -- Pilot 
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot (NPC)
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Flight Engineer (NPC)
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    • (Yeah. It's probably better to keep it in-universe, but I have trouble separating NPCs from non-NPCs that's all. For example, I thought Pickering was an NPC.)

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    • (Well, she's part of Trent's crew.  Making her NPC would be kind've pointless, doncha think?)

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    • (Quite the opposite, I think it'd be useful for when we need evac and Vessel isn't online.)

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    • (That does actually make sense.  Hold on a second.) 

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    • (There's not really enough room in the cockpit for a pilot, copilot, engineer and radio operator, is there? I might advance Pickering to copilot, engineer and radio operator.)

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    • (You don't put them all in the cockpit.)

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    • (Still, having two extra people is unneccesary.)

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    • Jones:
      (Lieutenant) Trent, we need to pick up Commander Locke and Sergeant Drago.
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    • (Hey Coolbuddy, you know you said Jones' being a Spartan was useful because he was immune to Flood infection? Well all the Flood are gone, and it never proved useful...)

      Trent: We're on our way now.

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    • (Yeah, I missed all the Flood part. Dammit.)

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    • (Can I be introduced now? Oh wait this is an insurrectionist mission nvm. When is the next time the covenant or remnant will be in the story?)

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    • (We're fighting Innies. It's too early for the Covenant Remnant to appear in the post-war era.)

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    • (Why are you on an Insurrectionist colony?)

      The Pelican lands near Drago and Locke.

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    • Ashley got inside the Pelican.

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    • On the nearby hillside, DAB sees Bravo departing, and lifts his Beam Rifle from the rock he'd been resting it on. He saluted them, unsure if they could see him or even if they knew we was alive. Then, he turned to walk back to the Silent but Deadly.


      Meanwhile, at the New Hope Parliamentary Building...


      Aaron:
      You've checked the hall for bugs?
      Guard:
      Triple checked, sir. We found a couple, but they're gone.
      Aaron:
      Good. Thank you, you may leave.

      As the guards leave the hall, Aaron walks up to the podium, to address his government.

      Aaron:
      It has recently come to my attention that there is an ONI informant among our government.

      There is a burst of chatter among the government officials.

      Aaron:
      Relax! He isn't here today. He's called in sick. The informant is Alex Smith. Yes, surprising, I know.
      Defense Secretary:
      What are we going to do? Capture and interrogate him?
      Aaron:
      No, we cannot let ONI know we are on to them. Therefore, we will continue acting as normal, and he will remain in the government. However, what I am about to tell you all is completely confidential. He cannot be allowed to know.

      Many of you will have heard the rumours of a strange armoured person walking into the center of New Utgard. I can confirm, these rumours are true, and that the person was none other than the SPARTAN DAB-101.

      Random Senator:
      Has he returned for good?
      Aaron:
      No, I'm afraid he's already departed. He came to call in a favour. Seeing that New Hope and FaSUM wouldn't exist without him, and that even if they had, both would have been destroyed by Shim's idiocy without him, I could hardly refuse. He took a Stalker-class stealth vessel named Silent but Deadly, and requested that we ensure that ONI believes he is still here.
      Random Senator:
      But that'll put New Hope at risk!
      Aaron:
      I am well aware of the risks... But I'm not about to let him down, and nor should any of you be.

      Meanwhile, on board the UNSC Port Stanley...


      Osman is having a video communication with none other than Admiral Parangosky.

      Osman:
      ...and DAB?
      Parangosky:
      Of our two informants in New Hope, one has been out of contact for some time, and our other is currently ill, but is reporting that rumour is DAB's still in the city. I'm currently having a fleet of prowlers amassed, led by the UNSC Aladdin to attack the planet, and force them to hand him over...
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    • (How did DAB know we were on Himmelen V?)

      The Pelican heads for the Sword.

      Michaels: What about all the other innies? We're not gonna kill 'em?

      Hartley: We got their leader, that's what we came for.

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    • The Pelican docks in the Sword's hangar bay.

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    • (He jumped back to Earth as soon as he got Silent But Deadly, and followed the Sword.)

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    • "'Thral, all I need is a little information about some stolen huragok. And weapons prototypes."

      "I want to help you Commander Vlassam, but as you know my services come at a price. I don't deal in C.B.U.s anymore. But for old times sake and the reputation of your credit I will tell you that a kig-yar ship mistress named Kre'sheck Thrawnro was in the market for huragok up until recently. 

      As for the stolen weapons that information will cost you. I'm sorry Vlassam, but I have to make a living."

      "I understand 'Thral. Thank you for the tip. I hope to employ you again in the future."

      "Anything for my best client."

      Phillipae closed the transmission. Getting the Black Seraphs back on their feet was proving more difficult than he had at first imagined. All Black Seraph vessels except the Zealous Fury were missing and the majority of agents were either stranded, undercover, or dead. To make matters worse, Phillipae's veritable fortune in Covenant currency was now worthless everywhere except core sangheili worlds. 

      Phillipae sat back looked up at the ceiling and sighed. He closed his eyes and drifted off. He had been awake for at least twenty-seven Earth hours and they had taken their toll. 

      His dreams were no less unsettling than they had been since last he slept. 

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    • (I still can't come up with ideas.)

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    • "Checkmate!" Taybab proclaimed proudly.

      "It would seem you learned a thing or two about strategy in your absence Taybab. This is the first time you've ever beaten me."

      "Does Nolia still live near the geysers?"

      "Unfortunately Taybab, she died last winter. Her dwelling was not warm enough and she froze."

      "Nolia is dead?"

      "Yes. I'm sorry. I know you felt affection for her."

      "I would have asked her to be my mate."

      "Just your only mate? Have you let sangheili custom rub off on you?"

      "Marriage, as they call it, seems more special and sacred. It also stops other males from mating with the one you love." 

      "This coming from an atheist," Zayvey chuckled as he poured himself another cup of tea and emptied the pot. He went outside for a moment to fill the pot with snow for another brew and returned. He stoked the fire for a moment and set down again. Taybab had already reset the chess board. 

      "I've seen things Zayvey. Terrible things. I've done even worse. What do you believe happens to us when we die?"

      "Ah, the question that philosphers, theologians, and scientists of all species have tried and failed to answer. Truth be told, I do not know. I simply live a good life and do the best I can with what I have. What more could any deity ask of me? If there is nothing after death I will not know and if there is I trust I will be dealt with fairly."

      "You're agnostic then?"

      "If you feel the need to label it then I guess so. I never gave much thought to it. I can never no for sure until I die and as I am in no hurry to die I avoid thinking about it. What ever you have done Taybab, I am sure you have done it for the greater good."

      "I hope so. You know Zayvey, it occurs to me that my kind usually dies off. Brave unggoy typically do not live long enough to reproduce. That is why our race is dominated by cowards. Because they survive. But they usually do so under subjegation. What does that say about our people?"

      "It means that natural selection and circumstance favored the cowards because unggoy are the weakest of species in the physical and often the spiritual sense. We act for the sake of self preservation and rarely for anything else. Sure there are zealots who charge into enemy fire with grenades in their hands, but they kill themselves off in the process and thus are uncommon. It is because of our environment Taybab. Were it not for being so powerless in the face of the Covenant we would likely be a much prouder people."

      "I have always hated what we are seen as. I have strived to contradict the stereotypes."

      "In both excel and are unique."

      "I will want to say hello to those in the village."

      "You can do that after playing one more game with me right?"

      Taybab smiled. "Of course."

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    • (not much else to do, I will give it a try.)

      Mean while somewhere on Eyan among the mannor of the mother of Kai

      His mothers mother is hear with him at the table, numbers of dinner with family so far, lost count. She is happy to see him after all these years. She asked him: "Hey when you where serving the covenant military, who did you spend more time under the command of, apes or alligators?"

      Kai: "Uh, what?"

      His mothers mother: "You know, apes or alligators, we all know of how centers after the sanshyuum have made a covenant with the sangheili, they then play the harlot with those huge hammer swinging bullies. Where you more often under the command of apes, or alligators?"

      Kai: "I did not keep record, but the sangheili, they seemed as if people who watched years of marshall art movies while taking drugs, and in the name of honor would slap and spit on someone for the horrid crime of not being born a sangheili, jarilhanae how ever, I don't have to make it up, in their culture if you don't bring up a child in abuse and yet have them respect you into adulthood your a bad parent, no really, one actually told me that, see my quills don't revel me a lire."

      his mothers mother: "Brutes hate everyone, but why do the elites hate the Kig-yar? I want to know incase I turn to dust before desert" she says completely joking "why? why do they hate us?"

      Kai: " Jul it was the covenant, if I walked up to a sangheili and asked why they hate us it would have simply killed me for heretic curiosity, at least I wasn't hated by the last ones I ever been with. Hey can anyone tell me when the seraphs are coming back? I mean, travel a few billion light years hear and for me and not knowing I am on another super continent, that would be, unfair."

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    • (All the Seraphs were equiped with hyper wave transponders for communications when Vlassam needs to recall them.)

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    • (Their are many things I can't control, the biggest 2 being mortality, and my memory, I tried talking to death him self about the easier one, but he only said "its not my job to decide how much time you have, its my job to bring you home when its time." and I said "home? what do you mean by." and then he hung up on me, as if he had better things to do then talk to me. Does he have any idea who I am? how disrespectful.)

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    • Latter Kai contacts Vlassam

      "I hope you don't mind me calling to say hi, its night, the light from Chu'ot is making it hard to sleep, I'd put a certain over the window but its just, so beautiful. You finding peace in what's left of the galaxy?"

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    • finally, he manages to fall asleep.

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    • Phillipae watched as he flew out on his phantom. The bomb was in place. No one would reach it in time. When his phantom was outside the blast zone he watched as an indescribable explosion of thermal and luminal energy engulfed the city turning it into little more than slightly radioactive dust. 

      In the space of five seconds, an entire city of civilians had been obliterated. Were they  innocent? This world had declared cessesion secedation from the Covenant. Their resources had been aiding anti-Covenant forces. They were heretics, worthy of neither pity nor mercy. But did there really need to be all this blood shed?

      Phillipae watched somberly. A couple hours later he landed at ground zero with the rest of his team to inspect the damage. He came across a black outline of a number of people. From the imprint Phillipae judged that they had been sangheili who were blasted against this crumbling concrete wall. 

      As they worked there way out Phillipae found a child's doll that had miraculously survived the explosion. Phillipae knelt on one knee examining it. It was heavily singed and had only survived because it had been buried in the ash of what Phillipae presumed had been the owner. He saw the happy childling that must have been playing with it only a few hours previous. Because of his actions, that childing would never do anything more than play with her doll.

      Phillipae got up and ran for the phantom. He had seen enough. He needed to get out of here. The kill was completely confirmed and the spirits of the dead were still here tormenting their murderer. Phillipae ran and ran, but the phantom seemed to get farther and farther away with each step. 

      The screams of eight million extinguished lives filled his ears and head. He collapsed on the ground screaming.

      Phillipae woke up panting hard. He looked at his terminal. Kai had left him a message. He fell back on his bunk and listened as his hearts slowly came back down to a resting heart beat. Parangosky had done many a comparable thing. Maybe not on such a scale as nuking a city and even if she had he doubted she had walked where her victims had. She took the easy way out and seperated herself from the task that needed to be done. 

      If a train could only be stopped by killing someone and you could either push the person in the way of the train or pull a lever Parangosky would pull the lever. Phillipae had already pushed the man himself. He knew on a much more personal level the consequences of his actions however necessary they might have been at the time. 

      Parangosky had been and still was the bane of his existence during the Human-Covenant war just as both their predecessors had been nemeses even if they did not learn of their identities for the majority of their time serving. 

      How could one feeble human female be so dangerous? Was she haunted at night by the things she'd done?

      It hardly mattered. She acted in what she believed to be the best interests of humanity and her opinion on her species best interests included the extermination of his race. He could not let that happen. And despite the bonds he had forged with humans over the past year, if it came down to picking between his species and theirs', he knew who he would choose. 

      He pushed the thought away. Having contingency plans was good, but not when they blinded one's present judgment. 

      Phillipae got up and began running around the corridors to get some exercise. 

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    • (((joking) (( 24 years earlier Parangosky finds her self surrounded by 7 sangheili looking at her smiling menacingly, 1 holds a camera while the other 6 take turns giving her weggies. Parangosky "I swear one day revenge on your entire race for this!"))))

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    • (Stars, if you're interested, Death is very susceptible to bribes. And cake.)

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    • The pelican gets even closer to the sword.

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    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      The Pelican docks in the Sword's hangar bay.
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    • (lol, where I am good night.)

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    • (Uh, well, Good Night to you too.)

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    • (Nooo! Don't die, RP!)

      As Bravo exits the Pelican with the two prisoners, Croft walks into the hangar.

      Hartley: Captain, we have Jensen. And another innie too.

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    • Rick: Also, it seems that there is someone who was trying to help us.

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    • Croft: Exemplary work, Bravo.   Now that we've decapitated the organization, moving supplies to and from the colony should go smoothly.  Unfortuantely, you won't be getting any medals for this one.  But I offer you my thanks.

      Gardener: And mine too.  You have absoultely no idea how much this means.  What you did, what you've done, who you stopped, how you did it.  Man, I wish I had you guys on Charlie.

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    • Hartley: It was a pleasure. But get Jensen to the med bay first, Locke blew his leg off.

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    • Beck (Muttering): Figures...

      A group of Marines arrive with a stretcher, and transport Jensen out of the hangar.

      Croft: ONI's going to have a field day with that one.  They'll get all sorts of intel.

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    • (Unfortunately, Locke should get going now. In the Halo: Nightfall second story "Seed of Honor", which happens in February 2555, Ramos says "We're sixteen missions in and the man is still a mystery to me".)

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    • (He's going to need another character.  And I sincerely hope it isn't Brian Donehy or Lawrence Papperton.  Maybe he can use D'angelo or Weaver like I use Beck?)

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    • (Yeah.)

      Hartley: Captain, what about that innie ship you detected?

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    • Croft: We lost visual on it shortly after you boarded the Pelican, so I told Trent to turn around and bring you home.

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (He's going to need another character.  And I sincerely hope it isn't Brian Donehy or Lawrence Papperton.  Maybe he can use D'angelo or Weaver like I use Beck?)

      (I'll wager his new character's name will be Benjamin something.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:

      ( Benjamin Something.)

      (sounds good :) I'll call him mr something.)

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    • (Benjamin Jackson, ONI Liasion and Sniper.)

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    • (Now that Bravo hates ONI, I don't think they will allow another ONI operative into the team...)

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    • (Let's say that he was Locke's (char) childhood friend and Locke insisted.

      I don't think Locke (user) wouldn't want an ONI Agent.)

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    • (No. No offence, but that's just dumb.)

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    • (Ik. Just wanted to make it idiotic.)

      Rick: So, we get another week of rest? I don't care, but don't let me miss my birthday. I've missed it more than 20 times, and in no way am I going to miss again.

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    • (Commando, shouldn't we update our pages to add in the new info?

      Tell me what happened in the Battle of New Mombasa and in the Battle of Rhine-Ruhr.)

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    • (You can edit too. You were there.

      And Weaver hasn't been used often, I'd go for him.)

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    • (I forgot, that's why I asked.

      As for the Battle of New Mombasa, I wasn't there fully. I actually joined during the Battle of Instllation 05, and when it was ret-conned, I said he came along with Bravo from the start.)

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    • (We didn't strictly speaking retcon the Battle of '05. The events still happened, but we changed the location from Delta Halo to Uplift Reserve.)

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    • (Alright. Just post what happened in all three events either here or on my talk page. I'll watch them tomorrow.

      I gtg, goodnight everyone.)

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    • (So, in other words, it is now the "Battle of Mombasa" we participated in.  Bravo was never sent to 05.)

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    • (I hate posting after myself, but I guess this is an exception.  Let's try Thel's style.)

      A group of Pelicans carrying crates of rations and other supplies take off from the hangar, dropping down to the impoverished planet below.  Members of the ship's crew cart various boxes around on trolleys, while the rest are prepping the Sword's last Albatross, Survivor.  Survivor is the final reminant of the Sword's military missions and operations.  It served first in Daego, then in New Jerusalem where it was hit by an unbelievable fifty-two heavy plasma shots.  Later, it transported troops to Shanghai, the Carribean, and the Rhine, becoming the last of its kind.  The crew of Survivor have changed faces more often than the troops they ferried, but the craft was always the same.

      On the port side of the ancient wonder was the hangar-crew's primary coordinator, James Property.  A rather grumpy, unlikeable man, Property grunted more often than he answered, and ignored more often than he listened.  He was known for being strict and thorough, some said he could spot a petrol spill from five knots out, and a slacking janitor from eleven.  He once was a Major, head officer of the crew, the highest rank in the hangar's grey-clad staff.  But in 2550, he was demoted by a dumb AI with a sense of humor.  Private Property was, from then on, always referred to by his rank and name, both as a means of revenge from his crew and a way to lighten the mood during the war.  Property hated it.

      "Hey, Private Property!", Hadhoud called in a mocking voice one day, "We need to see your deed to the land, 'cause this hangar ain't yours!"  "Yeah", Scampi quickly agreed, "Otherwise you're officially evicted!"  

      Now they were all gone, most of them anyway.  And Property was just as bitter as ever.  Even after the war, he still found something to moan about.  Whether it was his name, his position, or his life.

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    • (I am retconning what I have said about Covenant currency. I realize that even after the fall of the Covenant it would make sense for sangheili, jiralhanae and the rest to continue dealing in the same currency they had been even if it has a reduction in value and no one is around to moderate it.) 

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    • (why not have a new currency with my face on it? :D)

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    • (This is not the first time I've said this, nor will it be the last.  Stars, you're fantastic!)

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    • (So, what did I miss?)

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    • (Not much. We just got back to the Sword and delivered Jensen.)

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    • (Alright. Also, who is Donald Carpenter?)

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    • (A new NPC, it appears.)

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    • (Carpenter has been with us since the start of the Battle of Earth. He was part of Bravo-One during the Battle of the Ark, and got injured while assaulting the Cartographer.)

      Dab1001 wrote:
      DAB: Carpenter too? Shit. Michaels was injured when our evac ride was shot down. Been out since, and might be dead.


      A doctor exits Carpenter's room, and DAB runs over, getting the doctor to check out Michaels. DAB waits anxiously outside the room.


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    • (I guess that Dab didn't know Carpenter's full name, and when Red mentioned it, he got confused and thought as a new character.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (Just post what happened in all three events either here or on my talk page.)

      (Please.)

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    • (Hey guys.  I am sorry about my inactiveness but I have had alot on my plate between standardized tests and work.  For now on you guys can use any of my characters as you please while I am gone until I return, which for now may be a while.)

      Nicholas wakes up.  The plasma pistol lays at the foot of his bed.  He gets out of bed and gets ready in the regular military fashion.  He then checks his mailbox (he is on a spaceship).  In his mailbox contains an envelope.  

      Curious, he opens it.  Nicholas starts reading it but stops at the third sentence.  He grabs a chair, sits down and takes a deep breath.  

      Nicholas "I was always told I would leave the military in a wooden box.  Apparently budget cuts are just as deadly."

      He reads the rest of the paper and gets on a civilian cruise liner as soon as he can.  His plans are to tour the galaxy.

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    • Nikoli the rebel wrote:
      (Standardized tests)

      (Oh, don't tell me they still make you guys take those.  I hated those damn things.)

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    • Crestus entered a pub and sat down. He ordered a mug of ale and gulped it down with relish. Doisac had not changed much since his last visit. It was still charmingly primitive despite the majority of jiralhanae being space capable. 

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    • Shrake steps into the hangar of the Sword and rolls his shoulders, looking at a data pad in his left hand, he looks up at Bravo and gives a slight wave to Locke.

      Shrake: ONI's a bitch, huh?

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    • (Hooray! Rsk's back.)

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    • (Well good day.)

      Bristow looks confused.

      Bristow: What? Did I miss something?

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    • (Idk, ask Dab)

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    • (I do, Bristow doesn't.)

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    • (Well but, I don't know. What happened?)

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    • (Locke has to leave the team.)

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    • (Guys, what's up with the RP?)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (Guys, what's up with the RP?)
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    • (Is everyone gone or something? Because I'm waiting until someone responds to Bristow.)

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    • Rick: Commander Locke has to leave the team.

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    • Bristow: What? Why?

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    • Rick: I dunno, ask the Commander himself.

      (Dammit, where are you guys?)

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    • Bristow turns around, and faces Locke.

      Bristow: Sir? Why would you need to leave?

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    • (Well, I just came back from a lecture.  I have about 20 minutes, after that I'm all booked )

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    • "What do you mean he is unavailable!?" Phillipae shouted at the holo screen.

      "I mean that the Arbiter cannot speak with you."

      "Do you know who I am Minor!? I am Commander of the Black Seraph division of Covenant intelligence. I have collaborated with 'Vadam before. He knows me. I must speak with him and you are not going to get in the way of that."

      "I am sorry Commander, but the Arbiter has his own problems to deal with."

      "I'm sure he will be pleased to hear that one of his underlings offended one of his best possible allies in this time of uncertainty."

      "I will inform him of your call. You will simply have to wait patiently Commander. The Arbiter is trying to contain multiple uprisings and he has numerous angry shipmasters vying for his position and power. He does not have the time to spare on whatever it is you wish to speak with him about."

      "Let him be the judge of that."

      "'Vadam keep out." The screen went dark and disappeared. 

      "Blarg blarg blarg!" Phillipae shouted

      <Commander, we have finished disecting the infiltrator.>

      "Bring it up Balance. Show me what you found."

      The huragok returned to Phillipae's quarters with the quarantine computer in hand. 

      <It is a human ancillia fragment. A very powerful one. It tried to commit suicide multiple times during the disection process. It is registered to the UNSC's Office of Naval Intelligence. It seems to be a new tool as we have not encountered a version of infiltration ancillia this virulent. It behaved as a virus. Its purpose we surmise is to decimate and enemy's ability to engage in cyber warfare while being capable of being selective.>

      "Can you reverse engineer it?"

      <Certainly. It would be easier in the skunkworks, but we can easily create schematics for use when we are capable of produceing ancillia.>

      "I am still in the process of reconnecting the Black Seraph Division. When High Chairity was infected we lost a lot of cohesion. Please continue with your work huragok. We are paying a visit to Sangheilios."

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    • (huraaay, we are doing sangheilose after all :)

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    • ("Blarg blarg blarg!" -Philippae 'Vlassam)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      Rick: I dunno, ask Lt. Hartley.

      (Why not ask Locke himself?)

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    • (Too late, already asked it.)

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    • (Can't answer. It's up to Locke to decide why he's leaving.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote: Bristow turns around, and faces Locke.

      Bristow: Sir? Why would you need to leave?

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    • (I have an idea for our next mission. The UNSC would receive a distress call saying that the ship carrying the last Casket (the one we found on the Ark) was attacked by an unknown Covenant faction that eventually acquired the Casket. Then we would pick up a signal coming from an unknown planet. Suspecting the signal was coming from the Casket, Bravo and the other Task Forces would be sent to investigate, only to find that it was a trap.)

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    • (Ok. One condition: We cannot succeed in getting the Casket back. It's for story purposes. You'll see later.)

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    • (It ought to be around early May 2553. We'll say it was kept secret because of the sensitive nature of the Caskets, and so nobody knew the ceasefire had been broken. Do you want to do the briefing or shall I?)

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    • (We still have to wait for Locke to explain why he has to leave, but yes, I would like to do the briefing.)

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    • Parangosky is sitting in her office in Bravo-Six, when a soldier walks in.

      Soldier:
      Ma'am, we found this sitting in an envelope outside the front entrance. It was addressed to you. Don't worry - we've checked it for bugs, and none turned up.
      Parangosky:
      Pass it here...

      The soldier does so. As it comes into focus, she sees this:

      DABToParangoskyPostcard

      It reads:

      “
      Lovely view from up here, eh?
      - 101
      ”


      Soldier:
      It's signed 101 - SPARTAN Victor's tag - but Black Team are currently in deep space, so it couldn't possibly be him.
      Parangosky:
      He's not on New Hope...
      Soldier:
      Pardon, ma'am?
      Parangosky:
      Thank you, Private. Please leave. BB, open COMs with the Aladdin.

      While the soldier leaves, BB opens up COMs with the Prowler fleet amassing nearby New Hope.

      Aladdin Nav Officer:
      Ma'am, we've received word from our informants! DAB has left the planet, and Alex Smith's cover has been broken. If it weren't for the other informant in the Parliament, we'd be-
      Parangosky:
      Thank you, Ensign, but please pass me onto the Captain.
      Nav Officer:
      Yes, ma'am.

      The screen flickers and changes, now showing the Captain of the Aladdin.

      Captain:
      Uh- Admiral Parangosky! My pleasure, ma'am.
      Parangosky:
      Captain, the high-value target is no longer planetside. Extract our two informants, and then await my orders...
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    • The Zealous Fury exited slipspace in the Urs system. It took a few hours to reach Sangheilios' orbit. 

      Phillipae acquired the necessary permissions for a landing and took the phantom planet side. He was in his combat harness again. Phillipae briefly wondered at how humans had both combat and dress uniforms as well as something called fatigues. In the Covenant you were either in uniform or not and since the uniform was the armor itself it made things nice and simple if a bit uncomfortable at times. 

      Phillipae exited the port and flagged down a taxi. It was an antique ground car that sat upon physical wheels instead of anti-grav drives. He paid for the necessary fair to reach 'Vadam keep and spent another two hours getting through 'Vadam security. 

      Once inside he worked his way towards the conference chamber. He was stopped by the two guards who stood on either side of the entrance. 

      "They are in session warrior. You may not enter until they conclude."

      "How long will that take?" Phillipae asked annoyed by his already compounded list of delays. 

      "Half a unit at best. One and a half at worst as they will take a brief recess even if they aren't finished."

      "I need to see the Arbiter and all this bureaucracy is heavily hindering my efforts. I will not tolerate further delay."

      One of the guards cocked his head to one side. "And what makes you so special warrior?"

      Phillipae stared at the guard like he was an idiot. "Look at what I am wearing. Do you see my insignia?" he gestured to the holo symbols on his chest and shoulder indicating his rank. 

      "What is that supposed to mean?"

      "As you can clearly see, I outrank you by a lifetime and the expectency of yours is shortening by the microt."

      The guards assumed a defensive posture. "Sit down and wait or leave. Do not threaten us or the councilors or you shall die where you stand!"

      Phillipae rolled his eyes and retreated back down the hall. An hour later the councilors exited the chamber. Phillipae spotted the Arbiter in an instant. Thel 'Vadam was dressed in simple robes. 

      Phillipae approached. 

      "Commander 'Vlassam? What are you doing here?"

      "I came to meet with you Arbiter. The bureaucracy in 'Vadam state has really slowed things down recently. I recommend you speed things up a bit. Few have shown me the respect due my station and rank."

      "I will see to it that you are not treated this way again Commander. I value your services highly and any words you have to say should get to my ears as quckly as they leave your lips."

      The Arbiter lead Phillipae into his study. The study was lined with book cases and an armor case which contained a set of the silver symbolic armor worn by Arbiters of old. On the wall opposite to the armor case was an ignited energy sword. It had a wide blade and was of an orangish tint instead of the blue and purple of traditional T-1s. A plaque below it read Prophet's Bane. In the center of the study sat a black wood desk with a computer terminal sitting upon it. 

      The Arbiter gestured for Phillipae to sat and then sat himself. 

      "I was unaware that you and your people had survived the Great Schism."

      "If you didn't know we were active then my people must be doing their jobs."

      "Indeed. Am I right to suppose that this is more than a social call?"

      "Yes Arbiter. Firstly, I want to declare my loyalty to you and your cause. The Black Seraph Division is an ally of the Swords of Sangheilios."

      "It will be good to have you with us Commander. Any intelligence you can provide in the coming days will be invaluable."

      "The Office of Naval Intelligence has plans to work against all sangheili. They do not descriminate between your forces and those of the Covenant remnants or other rogue factions."

      "I am aware of this Commander, but as you are aware I am trying to install a formal peace treaty and hopefully from their prosperous relations with the UEG. The spies do not represent their entire race."

      "And yet they wield the most power. I intend to take action to safeguard our home and our cause."

      "History has shown that the BSD works best when left to its own devices, however, I do not want you to cause an international incident."

      "I understand."

      "There are other matters to discuss and of course we must establish an official and permanent office for your Devision in 'Vadam State."

      "Let us discuss these other matters then."

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    • (Let's just skip to our next mission. When Locke (user) gets back, he can post a "flashback" comment in which Locke (char) explains why he left.)

      The Pelicans deliver their supplies to the refugees of Himmelen V, and return to the Sword. Moments later, the frigate enters slipspace, headed towards Earth.

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    • (Good.)

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Bristow turns around, and faces Locke.

      Bristow: Sir? Why would you need to leave?

      Locke: I'm being temporarily reassigned. A weapons development testing site. They want me to evaluate some new weapons.

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    • (up from the grave he aroooooose, with a mighty triumph or his foooooe, he arose a victor from the dark domain and he lives for ever to for the rp gaaaaaame.)

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    • (And now Sasuun is the only member of Bravo that isn't an ODST.)

      May 10, 2553

      UNSC Look Out Below, Earth orbit


      The members of Bravo are being briefed by an officer.

      Officer: Just yesterday, that Forerunner weapon you found on the Ark--the Casket--was being moved to an ONI facility on Oban. However, the ship carrying it was attacked by... Covenant ships.

      Hartley: The treaty has been broken?

      Officer: The Arbiter and his forces aren't responsible for this. We suspect the attack was made by a rogue Covenant faction who still opposes humanity.

      He grabs a data pad.

      Officer: Either way, the Casket was taken. Six hours ago, a prowler picked up a signal coming from a yet-to-be-colonised tropical planet in Oban's system called Ascoria. We want you, and the other Task Forces, to investigate that signal, and see if it's coming from the Casket. As the Sword of Giants is off doing freighter jobs now, you will be deployed from the recently-commissioned Autumn-class heavy cruiser UNSC Look Out Below.

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    • (Bristow could become an S-IV. For diversity!)

      Bristow sits in the mess hall.

      Bristow: (grinning) Hey, Rick! You still owe me a sandwich!

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    • (Ooohhh, I just love the tropics!  When we get there, can we rent jetskis and play volleyball?)

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    • (you better do it quick before the savages cut down all the trees and cover it with their stupid little cities.)

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    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Ooohhh, I just love the tropics!  When we get there, can we rent jetskis and play volleyball?)

      (Yeah, screw the Casket!)

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    • (We could retrieve an artefact, capable of destroying solar systems, from terrorists...

      or we could eat ice cream!)

      Naval Officer (loudspeaker): All personnel to the cryopods, repeat, all personnel to the cryopods. Preparing for slipspace jump.

      Chyenka: That's our cue.

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    • The team heads to the cryo-chambers.

      Michaels: Have you guys heard about these new 'Spartans'?

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    • Beck: Great.  More of 'em.

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    • Dent: Yeah. This keeps up, we're gonna be officialy replaced.

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    • Beck (Sarcastic): Well, 'night guys.  

      Brace (Playing along): See ya in the morning.

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    • (Jokingly) (Wait, theirs night in space?)

      (btw I'm out of things to do, I'm going to watch 1 more video, see I still got nothing, and go for a walk in the nice sunny rainstorm.)

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    • They enter their cryo-tubes, and the ship jumps to slipspace.

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    • (hey, just for laughs, lets have them find out 4 of the Spartan 4's are stationed onboard the ship for the coming mission, just to kill all 4 off 4 hours latter in real life time.)

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    • (But seriously, what would happen if Bristow became an S-IV?)

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    • (He probably would have to leave Bravo.)

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    • (Mkay.)

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    • Before the cryo-sleep:

      Rick: (to Bristow) What? You owe me a Brute model made up of food art.

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    • Bristow: Tell you what; you get me a sandwich, and I get you a Brute model.

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    • Rick: Alright, Deal.

      Rick hears the Naval Officer

      Rick: Dammit, cryo-sleep again. Don't make me miss my birthday...

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (And now Sasuun is the only member of Bravo that isn't an ODST.)

      (Alrigh-

      Wait, what? Locke isn't an ODST?)

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    • (wat)

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    • (Locke just left the team.)

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    • (Ikr. Does that mean that Locke wasn't an ODST and so only Locke and Sasuun and him weren't the ODSTs of the team?)

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    • (...What the heck are you talking about? Seriously, I have no idea what you're trying to say.)

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    • (When you said "Now Sasuun is the only member of Bravo that isn't an ODST", did you mean that Locke wasn't an ODST or did you mean that Locke is going to be a S-IV soon?

      Forget about it. Continue the RP.)

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    • Coolbuddy379 wrote:
      (When you said "Now Sasuun is the only member of Bravo that isn't an ODST", did you mean that he wasn't an ODST or did you mean that he is going to be a S-IV soon?)

      (How the hell can Sasuun become an S-IV?)

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    • (I meant Locke)

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    • (Again, I have no idea what you mean. I simply said that, now that Locke left Bravo, Sasuun is the only non-ODST member. That's it. I don't get the logic behind your question...)

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    • (Alright. Forget about it.)

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    • (CT, he's asking if Locke is an ODST or not.)

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    • (*feels relief*

      Ah, Finally...)

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    • (For a second I thought he was asking that, but then discarded the possibility because I thought the answer was pretty obvious...

      Locke's an ONI agent, obviously. Where, in all of the pages and all of the RPs, does it say he's an ODST?)

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    • (I was thinking he was some sort of "ONI ODST", just like how he's an ONI Spartan in the game.

      EDIT: Dammit, we went off-topic for 14 posts.)

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    • (Lemme just revive this RP...)

      May 17, 2553

      UNSC Look Out Below, in orbit over Ascoria


      The ODSTs exit their cryo-tubes and run to the armoury, putting their armour on.


      (Hey, what happened to the Joint Force? I'm assuming that, after the Battle of Earth, India, Charlie and Golf were repopulated.)

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    • (It's funny how we've become attached to Bravo, even though barely any of its original members are still in it. It's like Uncle Lou's fishing pole in New Blood.)

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    • While putting his gear on, Bristow looks at Hartley.

      Bristow: So what are we going to do today? Kick some Innie ass?

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    • Hartley: The Captain said it was a Covie terrorist group that stole the Casket. It's unlikely the Innies are involved in this. However, we still don't know if the Casket is down there.

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    • Driscol: Seems risky.

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    • (I liked the Joint-Force, but it would make sense to repopulate the individual Task Forces.)

      Chyenka: Where does the Captain think they are? Unless they're on the other side, they'll know we're here.

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    • Hartley: Hell, he doesn't even know if they're here at all. There are no signs of Covie ships nearby.

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    • A Naval Officer enters the cryodeck.

      Officer: The signal came from somewhere in the northern hemisphere. We're moving near to it, and we'll drop you nearby. Get prepared.

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    • Loudspeaker: Task Forces Bravo and Charlie to the HEV bay. Task Force Golf to the hangar bay. I repeat, Bravo and Charlie to the HEV bay. Golf to the hangar bay. Good luck.

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    • Bristow grabs his knife and sheaths it.

      Bristow: Oh well. Doesn't matter what you're fighting. If you shoot it, it dies.

      He puts on his helmet.

      Bristow: Unless you're fighting the Flood. Those damn bastards get up again after you shoot them.

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    • Rick: More like Space Zombies than a separate species. By the way, has anyone watched the new movie which was released 2 weeks earlier? I heard it's setting is in the 21st century. It'd be cool to see the technology of that time. All the Naval personnel are talking about it.

      (Got the reference anyone?)

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    • Bristow: I'm just out of the cryotube. So no, I haven't. But I'm really stoked for it.

      The team gets into the HEV bay. Charlie is already there.

      Bristow: So, have you guys ever done a mission with Charlie?

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    • Alcatraz: Yes, in the Battle of Cleveland.

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    • Michaels:
      We have ages before that. All the task forces were created back in the Daego Insertions for the specific purpose of finding the Casket. We fought alongside them then.
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    • (Dab, you did it again. You used Michaels.)

      Jones: Wow, this is a story I must hear. The story of our team.

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    • (Michaels is an NPC.)

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    • (Oh, didn't see that. Sorry.)

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    • (No problem.)

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    • Beck: *Sigh* Once more unto the breach.

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    • Hartley: Sasuun, stay with the flight team and provide air support.

      (Sasuun doesn't fit in an HEV, lol.)

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    • Bristow: Well, you can tell the story of the task force when we get back.

      Bristow climbed into his SOEIV, and locked his weaponry in place.

      Bristow: But right now, let's go stomp those Covies into the ground.

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    • A Recon Sparrowhawk flies low and fast over the drop zone.

      Pilot (COM): Zone looks clear.  Commence operation.

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    • The Look Out Below flies over the northern hemisphere. Dozens of SOEIVs leave the cruiser's belly, and fall towards the jungles below.

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    • Captain(COM): Bravo, Charlie, when you get down there we need you to seek out and neutralize any enemy combatants and clear an LZ for Golf. Bravo takes the south, Charlie takes north.  Understood?

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    • (What's Croft doing here?)

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    • (Sorry, wasn't thinking. Who's the captain of the Look out Below?)

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    • (I still haven't come up with a name.)

      The pods deploy the drag-chutes.

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    • (I'll keep it "captain" then.)

      The jungles come into view.  Charlie's pods peel off and head to the north.

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    • Bravo's pods head to the south.

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    • (Thanks for the edit, Commando.)

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    • (No problem.)

      The pods land in the jungle. Hartley's pod crashes into a tree.

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    • Dent's pod lands in a pond, and Brace's landa so close it almost crushes it.

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    • The hatch blows off, and Hartley exits his pod, scanning the surroundings with his assault rifle.

      Hartley (COM): No sign of hostiles. Regroup on me.

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    • Bristow's pod lands on the top of a little hill. Bristow pulls the lever, and the hatch of the pod shoots off. Bristow clicks his M7S and SOCOM out of the pod, and holsters them. He grabs his M45E in his right hand and hops out of the pod.

      Bristow: (COM) I'm here. Everyone okay?

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    • Beck: On the way, LT

      Brace (to Bristow): Just a lttle cooked, but alright.

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    • Hartley (COM): Charlie, what's your status?

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    • Gardener (COM): No hostiles anywhere.  Looks clear.

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    • Bristow looks around, and spots the pond in which Dent and Brace had landed. He moves over there. Dent's pod is still closed.

      Bristow: Dent? You okay?

      Dent has been knocked out by the impact, and wakes up a few seconds after Bristow checks on him.

      Dent: Woah. I forgot this strap. I hit my head against the wall.

      Bristow: You really are a massive dingus, aren't you?

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    • Something rustles the bushes.

      Beck: Wait was that?

      Kaflisnki: Nothing.

      Beck: What if they're watching us?

      Kaflisnki: They're not.

      Beck: Can't be sure.

      Kaflisnki: Jeez, man.  There's nothing.

      Brace walks over to the bushes.

      Brace: Here, I'll look, and find nothing.  Then will you feel better?

      Beck: Yeah.  Yeah, sure.

      He digs through the jungle.

      Brace: OH MY GOD!

      Beck: What!? What is it!?

      Brace: The most dangerous thing imaginable!

      Beck: What!?

      Brace: JESUS, ABORT THE MSSION!!  WE'RE DOOMED!

      Beck: C'mon, man!  What is it!?

      Brace: It's....

      He picks up something and throws it at Beck

      Brace: ALIVE!

      Beck runs away screaming and Brace laughs.  The cat gets up and heads back to the bushses just before Beck returns.

      Beck: Not cool.

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    • Bristow laughs.

      Bristow: Okay, let's go find Hartley.

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    • ReDquinox wrote:
      Dent: Woah. I forgot this strap. I hit my head against the wall.

      Bristow: You really are a massive dingus, aren't you?

      (He forgot his towel.)

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    • (I approve of this joke.)

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    • Lord of the STARS
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      no. just to dumb a idea for subplot.
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    • (how things going?)

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    • The ODSTs join Hartley.

      Cantor (COM): Golf inbound. We're going to land near Charlie's position.

      A pair of Pelicans flies over the jungle, and disappears into the trees.

      Captain (COM): Signal's getting stronger, just west of your position. Setting a beacon.

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    • Several kilometers away, the barrel of a Beam Rifle tracks Bravo's progress, keeping watch as the ODSTs moved from clearing to clearing...

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    • The Arbiter was leading Phillipae down deep beneath 'Vadam Keep. "These catacombs have been used for centuries for burial, storage, and in the days before the Covenant by sangheili scientists who worked in secret to decipher the gifts of the Forerunners. 

      I believe that they will make a nice base of operations for you. Unfortunately, I can offer no resources beyond that space."

      "Thank you Arbiter. I will put what ever you give me to good use. What is your first order?"

      "Maintain The Sword's security. Find any way possible to disrupt our enemys' operations. Do not start any new wars. We are too weak for that."

      "I understand. Might I be allowed to select new agents from your best?"

      "I will give you my recommendations."

      "I am still working on recovering my network. We nearly lost everything in the Schism."

      "Indeed. Phillipae, I know your value. It is good to have you with us."

      "I live to serve the good of our people Arbiter. You must be the face of our people. I have been and always shall be the blade in the dark."

      The Arbiter chuckled. "Many an Arbiter has completed tasks that your warriors might have been assigned to. The difference is that Arbiter's have historically been expendible."

      The pair made their way to the surface. 

      "I understand the difficulties we face with the humans. They are just as divided as we are. I believe that Hood has goodwill, but so many other groups would like to destroy us once and for all."

      "I respect Hood. He treated my warriors and I fairly when it might have been easier on him to just execute us."

      "This war has taught me many things not the least of which is the realization that humans and sangheili are not so different. None of us are. Even the Forerunners were fallible."

      "Indeed. Arbiter, may I ask you a personal question?"

      The Arbiter nodded.

      "What do you believe?"

      "About what exactly Commander?"

      "Do you believe that there are gods? What were the Forerunners? Is there any meaning to our existence?"

      "I do not believe the Forerunners were ever gods, but I prefer to not advertise that fact. I do not know the answers to those questions Vlassam. I have been searching for answers myself. At the moment, I am content to be the Arbiter. My purpose is to ensure the safety and prosperity of our people. That is my purpose in life now."

      "I will begin converting the space you have given me into a permant head quarters as soon as possible."

      "Good. Sangheilios is not strong but if we can all become united as one nothing will be able to threaten our home again. Remember that Commander. Unity is what we strive for."

      "I will remember that Arbiter."

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    • (You know in the halo universe, I have discovered the meaning of life. Take my advice, don't look for it, you will only be disappointed. Just enjoy it and live a good life, and don't worry about anything else.)

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      Several kilometers away, the barrel of a Beam Rifle tracks Bravo's progress, keeping watch as the ODSTs moved from clearing to clearing...

      (How does he manage to find out where Bravo's headed and follow them, all while not being detected? :P)

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    • (It's the Post-War era. Every ship has mysteriously become significantly more powerful (and ugly).

      Seriously though, it isn't that hard to follow someone in slipspace. As Cortana says in Halo: CE,

      “
      No one could have missed the hole we tore in subspace.
      ”

      DAB's been following Bravo wherever they jumped, and remember, he had expected this to happen, and so had prepared...)

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    • (Well, this is two months after the mission on Himmelen V. Where was he this whole time? And how was he not detected by our ship when we exited slipspace?)

      Hartley (COM): Trent, we need some vehicles down here. Can you drop some Scorpions and Hogs?

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    • Trent (COM): Coming in.

      Trent's Pelican exits the Look Out Below with a Scorpion attached to it. Two more Pelicans have Warthogs at their undersides.

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    • the pelicans drop the warthogs, they are a beautiful halo 3 desinge. Then suddenly sparkles fly off of them and you hear a wtshziing! and they turn into halo 4 warthogs.

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    • (He's got a stealth ship, remember.)

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    • (The Halo 4 Warthog is one of the few 343i designs that I actually like.)

      The ODSTs enter the vehicles, with Hartley manning the turret of one the Warthogs.

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    • Dab1001 wrote:
      (He's got a stealth ship, remember.)

      (It's still an Innie ship VS one the newest UNSC ships.)

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    • (Their ok, but I can throw 90mm shells farther then the halo 4 scorpion can.)

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    • ("So you don't want the tank?"

      Prize to first person to name the level in which this quote appears.)

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    • (Delta Halo.)

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    • Commando Trooper wrote:

      Dab1001 wrote:
      (He's got a stealth ship, remember.)

      (It's still an Innie ship VS one the newest UNSC ships.)

      (Most of FaSUM's new military ships are based off of the Requisition and Prelude though.)

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    • (So the Innies got CCS-class's flying around now?  Great. : P )

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    • (Hey, they're the friendly idealistic variety, so it's ok :P )

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    • Sean4333 wrote: (So the Innies got CCS-class's flying around now?  Great. : P )

      (hey, no one in the unsc was buying them.)

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    • (Oh well.  Let's not bother with the militant socialists. As long as they mean well, eh? )

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    • As the vehicles roll through the jungle, Hartley struggles to communicate with Charlie.

      Hartley (COM): Charlie, can you hear me? Golf?

      Captain (COM): We can't raise them either.

      Cantor (COM, static): This is... olf... we're at the objec... Cov... bushed us... der fire... eed backup...

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    • Bristow, who is controlling the Scorpion's machine gun, looks up.

      Bristow: (COM) There's a couple of Phantoms heading towards Golf's location!

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    • Michaels: Where the hell did they come from?!

      Captain (COM): Contact! Covenant vehicles approaching your position, Bravo!

      Out of nowhere, a Wraith mortar hits Hartley's Warthog, causing it to fall off a cliff.

      Hartley: Hang on!

      The Warthog crashes into a tree and hits the ground with a loud thud.

      Hartley: Dent, Matt, you alright?

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    • Riley(COM): This is Lieutenant Siomon Riley, callsign Golf-Two. I have phantoms inbound, requesting support!

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    • Bristow turns the gun into the direction of where the mortar shot came from, but he can't see the Wraith. Instead, he sees a horde of Unggoy and Ibie'shans coming in their direction.

      Bristow: Covies, 3 o' clock!

      Bristow opens fire at the Covenant, beginning to mow down the cannon fodder.

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    • The ODSTs open fire on the Covenant. An Elite follows the Unggoy closely, taking cover behind the trees.

      Michaels: Elites? Ah, I missed fighting these guys.

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    • (are they real grunts or uggloys?

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    • (What's the difference?)

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