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Post by Niccolo on Nov 23, 2004 18:40:21 GMT -5
Fasu shut off the comm link with a satisfying click.
"All righ then!" he said to the crew. "We've got a job!"
"Alright! What's the job, an how mugh do we get?" asked an excited grunt.
"250 per kill, 2,500 per cruiser, 25,000 per capital ship, plus supplies. They have no idea how much they'll be payin'." Fasu chuckled. "Alright boys! You five, man the ship an' try not to lose her. Aim for that big one on the upper left of the fleet, the damaged one, y'see? All infantry squads, youre with me in the bandit! Take your cityfight gear, as we're gonna be in the humie ship. I'll brief ya on the way! Let's move!"
Within a minute the bandit dropship had left the Shalashaska and was headed tword a fat paycheck.
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Post by EvilTrigun on Nov 24, 2004 16:41:16 GMT -5
((hmmmmm... last I checked there was only one covenant ship...... whatever we'll see where this goes I guess))
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Post by EvilTrigun on Nov 25, 2004 15:22:25 GMT -5
((before I continue, I think it's necessary to go over the rank structure of the Marines and Navy personnel for everyone to understand. First I'll go over the Marines. For those of you who understand this, please bear with me. Also keep in mind that I am in Army JROTC, so I'm not as accurate with my descriptions of the ranks and responsibilities of Marines and Navy personnel. I'll go from lowest to highest, skipping warrant officers and generals, as we won't have any of those in this RP.))
MARINES
Private (Pvt.) Private First Class (PFC.) Lance Corporal Corporal Sergeant (Sgt.) Staff Sergeant Gunnery Sergeant (can be refered to as Gunny) First Sergeant Master Sergeant Sergeant Major Master Gunnery Sergeant Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps
MARINE OFFICERS
2nd Lieutenant (2Lt.) 1st Lieutenant (1Lt.) Captain Major Lieutenant Colonel Colonel
some things to note: All marines from Sergeant to Master Sergeant can be called Segeant. ex: Staff Sergeant Hykowa can be Refered to as Sergeant Hykowa or just Sergeant. all the different Gunnery Sergeants can be called "Gunny" and Sergeant Major is just Sergeant Major. basically, Private through Lance Corporal are mostly not in any leadership positions and just do as they are told. Corporals are in charge of a small squad of marines, and as you go up the rank ladder, you are in charge of more and more people. For the purposes of this RP we will not have anyone above First Sergeant. Marine Officers number much less than NCO's (different sergeants) and are in higher command positions. For the purposes of this RP, noone will be higher than Major as a Marine officer. Wow this took a lot longer than I thought it would, guess I'll do Navy ranks another time.#nosmileys
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Post by KiddoFreak on Nov 25, 2004 22:40:06 GMT -5
After a waiting a couple moments, Rema began to feel impatient. "I can't wait much longer sargeant... can you even hear me?" His words fell upon what would seem to be deaf ears. Sighing in dismay, Rema drew a sheet of paper and pencil from his uniform. Sketching something on it, he spoke again. "If you can hear me, I need you to meet me...here". Rema handed O'connor a sketched map of a small part of the ship. an "x" was put near where Rema thought the emergency control panel was. He was in a small panic, since there were no covenant were he had been only a moment ago, and there were three lying right here, that must mean that he would be heading into more of them if he continued along his current path. Throwing another glance at the stationary O'connor, Rema scurried off down the cluttered halls, passing by broken support beams and dead personel.
Stopping here and there, Rema picked up any spare ammo he found along the way, just in case, as well as a few extra med packs and body armor. Strapping the pieces to himself took no small amount of work while he was running along, also trying to remember which ways to turn. He silently cursed his choice to abandon the sargeant when he heard a few covenant -perhaps only grunts- around the corner. Two immediate possibilities opened their arms to Rema.
There was a maintenece hatch across a small room from him. He might be able to make it unseen if he went silently under the cover of a few overturned crates. Or, the second possibility, he could jump out, suprise the covenant and take them out quickly. They were coming closer around the corner. Gathering his courage, he took the choice he thought best. Leaping out from around the corner, despite his better judgement, Rema could not live with himself if he let two of the UNSC's mortal enemies slip by.
As he landed, he yet again cursed his choice of setting out alone. Although he guessed he was right about the grunts, he couldn't be sure; as he was staring straight into the chest of an elite. His heart felt like it had been supercharged, his adrenaline getting the better of him....
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The sounds of the dual pistols ripped through the ship's empty halls, overshadowing even the blaring alarms. Opening his eyes, Rema noticed one bullet hole in the elite's stomach, bleeding slightly. Damn it! I had forgotten about the energy shields! With no time to react, a plasma rifle buried itself into Rema's shoulder. Although the hardly-applied armor prevented much of the damage, the pain of the blow rippled through Rema. He was sent reeling backwards against the wall, off to the side of the towering covenant. Behind him were two grunts, as he had thought; both were dancing and taunting him wildly now while aiming charging plasma pistols at Rema's chest.
With one arm dislocated, and only three bullets left in the other pistol, Rema desperately tried to remain calm and remember his combat training as the elite charged at him.. "Don't just fire wildly, that never works. Take time to aim..." Rema disregarded his trainer's advice as the elite yet again raised his gun, this time aiming for the head. Three shots rang out...
The body of the elite almost crushed Rema, and the dark blue blood spilling out of its fresh head wound made him vomit. Shoving the body off of him with his one good arm, he checked the grunts. Each lie on the ground; one with a shot through the chest, another wriggling as he slowly suffocated with his destroyed breathing unit, this one's pistol had discharged at his partner. I hate the sight of blood. Why didn't I leave when I had the chance? A small, repressed part of Rema's mind reminded him that he still loved the thrill of the fight, just not the repricussions.
"Wort, wort!" The sound had been from down another long corridor, two elite and six grunts came into view down the long hallway. At the moment, he couldn't remember how to bring his shoulder back into its socket. Dismay clung to him like an infant as he tried reloading his gun with one arm. After a moment he cast the useless hunk of metal aside and snatched up the plasma rifle from the still bleeding body beside him. Dear god, please let some miracle save me...
(yes, it was a long post, sorry to anyone who had to read it. And yes, I remember the door across the room from him, but if you havn't picked it up by now, Rema is scatter brained and easily forgets things.)
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Post by EvilTrigun on Nov 26, 2004 22:08:49 GMT -5
((I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to reply for a while, crazy Thanksgiving stuff. Anyways feel free to control my character if I don't respond for a while again. I'll try not to let that happen again.))
O'Connor opened his eyes. He was no longer on The Mantis, he was back on Haven, bound to a wall, surrounded by dead marines -his friends- and several Covenant. A red-armored elite was standing right in front of him, chanting words of death as he lifted a hideous blade. O'Connor struggled madly against his bindings, trying to break free. Slowly the blade descended towards his head.
"Gaaaaaah!" he screamed, decapitating one of the nearby grunt corpses with his knife. Slowly he regained his senses. He WAS on the Mantis, Haven was glassed long ago. Suddenly he became aware of a piece of paper in his hand, a crudely drawn map. Remembering Rema's words, he began to follow the map, bringing the needler to bear.
((yea sorry for my incredibly short post, but I'll post more later, I swear lol))
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Post by Niccolo on Nov 28, 2004 13:09:27 GMT -5
The phantom-class dropship gracefully floated into the Mantis's docking bay. The ship was then secured and powered down while it's crew departed. Fasu quickly surveyed his surroundings, then turned to his troops. "Allright then!" Fasu barked. "According to the captain of this flying bucket, we're to get to the fire control center and keep the regals away from it. We'll split up into two groups. Pip, you and yer sqad will take the left path, going through the armory." Fasu said, ponting at Pip and the six heavily armed grunts under his command. "You three jackals are with me. we'll take the right path, through the barracks. Let's go men!" With that, the mercenary's force split in two and went their seperate ways.
No sooner had they left the docking bat then Fasu's squad raninto two brutes and four grunts. His HUD picked them out as targets, and before they knew what was happening, the grunts and one of the brutes had fallen to a barrage of hideously accurate fuel rod and plasma fire. The remaining brute realized what was going on, and tried to rush the crimsion-armored hunter. With surprising swiftness, Fasu brought about his invincible shield, and thrust it into the brute's chest. The covenant was fazed, but not dead, a problem thet Fasu quickly solved by lifting the brute into the air with his shield, and sticking his fuel rod gun into it's mouth. The covenant's blood splattered the walls as his head and upper torso was blown clean off. Fasu flung what was left of the corpse aside, and continued along the passageway quicker than normal,the more lives they took the greater the payoff, and he was gonna be a rich man today.
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Post by Pip on Nov 28, 2004 19:20:42 GMT -5
Pip quickly ran down the left corridor, swtching his beloved Carbine for a nice big plasma rifle. As he and his team neared the armory, they heard the sound of grunts in the armory. Weaving an anrgy tapestry of curses under his breath, he strafed through the door and opened fire. Half the grunts were dead before they knew what hit them. However, it was only after Pip entered the room that he noticed the Hunter with a fuel rod gun. He had just enough time to curse before a badly aimed shot blew him into a wall. He heard himself ordering his men to charge, even as his consciousness started to fade. He heard the screams of the Hunter and enemy Grunts, then silence. Just as he was about to black out, he felt a healing pack on his chest. As strength flowed back into him, he radioed to the captain, "Cpt. Fasu, this is Lt. Pip. Armory secured. Repeat, armory secured. Moving on."
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Post by Pip on Dec 6, 2004 22:18:56 GMT -5
((Bump: Come on people, POST!!!!!))
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Post by EvilTrigun on Dec 8, 2004 18:59:48 GMT -5
((ACK MY LIFE IS TAKING OVER....... just... like... the....flood....... AAAAAAA....))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Dec 10, 2004 16:14:04 GMT -5
Rema bolted down the hallway toward the covanant. He had to reach the control panel. He had to! With a shout, Rema had been trying to crush his growing fear under his foot and shot off blast after blast of searing hot plasma at the oncoming enemy. "RRRAAARGH!!" He was answered by a return volley of fire. A burning sensation crowded Rema's skin as the plasma grased him. He felt his fear crunch under his foot. For the good of the crew, he threw himself at one of the elite, bashing it with the now overheated rifle, now starting to burn through his own gloves. Latching on to its back with his legs, he continued beating it until it was spewing its blueish fluids all over his face. Blood? Rema lost all feeling in his body as it dawned on him how he had just destroyed his foe. His legs fell limp from the dead body as several plasma shots tore through him. He felt himself slipping away... he was going... I hate combat... The barrage of plasma had ended, the covenant had left him for dead. he shuddered for a moment as a cold feeling coursed out of his heart and circulated around his body. Rema knew he would die without help in a matter of minutes...
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jan 9, 2005 20:13:45 GMT -5
((I'm finally back!!!!! Take that LIFE! HA I dont need you!... seriously though, so sorry about not being around for so damn long, its just been crazy around here with driver's ed., SAT prep courses, projects, and homework. I'll try to be better in the future heheh.))
O'Connor lept around the corner as red plasma scorched the air where he had just been. "Resistance is certainly getting tougher," he muttered to himself as he shot some needles around the corner. Slowly, the two brutes advanced on his location, and John drew his knife, readying for close quarters. Just as they were about to turn the corner, O'Connor heard the familiar blasts of battle rifles, instantly shredding the incoming brutes. Slowly he turned the corner and spotted two fellow marines, hooting excessively and shooting the corpses some more.
"Privates Lawrence and Dulaney, Sargeant," crowed one of the soldiers happily, "Glad to be of service!"
"Good for you," replied John, "Any chance you boys could point me in the direction of the MAC cannon controls?"
"Certainly, its a ways down this hallway, but there's gonna be a sh*tload of Covie bastards all over the area."
"That suits me fine, lets get moving."
Gradually the trio moved down the hallways, making their way to the MAC station, trying to cover all directions. Strangely they had no enemy contact for a long stretch of time, and they picked up their pace. Just before they reached the door to the station, O'Connor stumbled over the body of Rema.
"Oh sh*t, you two, secure the door," called John as he checked for a pulse. He smiled at the irony as he took out the medpac that Rema had given him earlier, and was about to bandage him up when the doors to the MAC station erupted outwards. O'Connor looked up in time to see the privates' bodies fly through the air from the blast of several grenades. He knew what was coming, and quickly tucked Rema in a nook of the hallway and hid himself in another. Sure enough, when he peeked out he saw a brute captain weilding what was commonly known around the Corp. as a brute shot emerge from the doorway. Looking at his limited armaments, he quickly stuffed two frag grenades into his needler and pulled the pins. Running out from his hiding spot, he tossed his homemade 'bomb' at the feet of the brute and dived into Rema's nook, shielding him with his body.
What happened next could rival a fireworks display. The explosion of the two frag grenades, which was enough to kill any normal enemy, erupted the needler, sending pink needles in every direction, including the captain's. The brute howled as the pain from the initial explosion was dwarfed by the the shredding of the needles as they tore their way through his weakened flesh. As if that was not enough, the chain of four grenades in the Brute's own weapon ignited, ripping his body to shreds.
When Sergeant O'Connor looked out, there was blood and guts everywhere, as well as darkened holes from the grenades. Without another thought he set to work on saving Rema.
((by the way, I forgot to mention this a while ago, but I'd prefer it if from now on only weapons from Halo 2 were used, with the exception of the flamethrower (which SHOULD have been in Halo 2) and some specialty weapons, like O'Connor's knife.))
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Post by Niccolo on Jan 9, 2005 22:05:51 GMT -5
Fasu and his squad slowly advanced into the room adjacent to the MAC gun control center, where they were met with a scene of extreme carnage. A brute's remains were blown across the walls, and two marines were lying in pools of blood, the fronts of their bodies blown away. "By the prophets..." muttered a jackal. "Who could possibly do this?" Fasu stood silent for a moment. Could this malestorm of a human possibly be The Demon? Fasu pushed the thought out of his mind, and was ordering his squad into the fire control center when he heard footsteps behind him. Four grunts and two elites rounded the corner, the elites blasing with pasma rifles, and the grunts stopping to set up their cannons. One of Fasu's jackals screamed as a plasma burst blew off the better part of his right foot, making him drop his gun and scurry behind cover. The other two retuned fire with their pistols, feling two grunts and draining an elites sheilds. Fasu charged, firing his fuel rod continuously, blowing away the drained elite and incinerating a grunt. He bellowed as plasma splashed across his crimson armor, a few shots burning his skin through his suit's gaps. He reached the last grunt, kicking his plasma cannon so hard it broke off the tripod and impaled the lightly protected grunt. He turned to the last elite, who had drawn his plasma blade, and with one fluid motion, holstered his fuel rod, disarmed the enemy with his shield, and grabbed the foe's head with his free hand, crushing it to a bloody, mangled pulp. As the last enemy's limp body fell. he slowly turned back to hs squad calmly and walked to the fallen jackal's position. "Ooohhh...sh*t. You two take him back to the ship, I'll proceed ahead. Tell Pip where I am if ya see him." With that, the jackals departed, and Fasu drew his gun, moving slowly into the MAC gun control room, hoping Pip's squad would arrive soon.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jan 14, 2005 15:56:33 GMT -5
Dreams of his old ways rounded the corners of Rema's mind. In a matter of seconds, the engineer's life flashed before him. He remembered his schools, always the head of his class. He remembered joining the navy, going through heavy procedure and combat training sessions. He remembered loving the feeling a shooting gun left in your hand. He remembered the first shot he fired. He remembered his first actual combat situation. He remembered his first sight of what carnage his own hands had brought about. The face of the woman he had first killed in battle, the blood spilling from her forehead. Oh, the blood, the terrible blood. It seeped out of her wound faster and faster. Now it swirled around his vision. Now, blood was all he could see. He gasped and tired to blink it from his eyes. Black, then red, then black, then red, then black...
He opened his eyes to the sight of blood and guts on all of the walls around him. His vomit came up as blood, making him cough much of it up. Rema realized that he was being held down by a yet unknown person. Judging by the body heat and patterns of breathing... it was human. Straining through the pain in his body, Rema rasped a question:
"Who are y..."
A hand quickly placed itself on Rema's mouth. Definately human. Just now, picking up on the sounds of fighting only a little ways away. Catching the drift, Rema tried to compress the sounds of his coughing, and immediety stopped talking. Slipping into a state of half-conciousness, Rema tried desperately to remember what he was supposed to do. I know it was something...
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Post by Niccolo on Mar 20, 2005 19:21:25 GMT -5
Fasu brought his gun up with a click. There was something lurking in the darkness. Had the captain told the crew about his mercenaries? Was it an imperial ambush squad? Thousands of possibilites raced through his nervous mind as he advanced slowly, slowly down the corridor, his armor clanking quietly with each step. He thought he saw a shape up ahead, but he couldn't quite make it out. It seemed to be alive whatever it was, so he shouted in covenant, then in rough english, demanding they show themselves.
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Post by EvilTrigun on Mar 25, 2005 23:26:04 GMT -5
((wow it's been a while... hope I'm not rusty...))
O'Connor cursed silently to himself. Standard military operation, he thought to himself, Everything goes from bad to worse. He had watched with surprise as Fasu and his jackels took out the covenant squad, but now he realized what they were: heretics. They wore the bronze armor of heretics and definately weren't friendly with the normal bunch of Covie's, so they must be heretics. But if that was true, why the hell were they on a human ship? Wasn't there enough universe to go around? John was pondering these thoughts when Rema suddenly began to speak, "Who are y-"
"Shut up damn you, you're gonna get us both killed." O'Connor whispered as he quickly clamped a hand over Rema's mouth, then cursed to himself again as he heard the click of a weapon coming to bear. Too late. He began considering his options when he heard an alien voice call out in Covie, the translator in his helmet equating it roughly to "Show yourself." John looked down at his meager supplies -a plasma pistol, a few plasma grenades, and his knife- and tried to come up with a plan, but none came. Screw it, I've been living on borrowed time anyway, I wonder how they'll kill me. Slowly he emerged from his nook in the hallway, with his hands raised. Just for the hell of it he tried to look intimidating, purposely allowing his scar -which ran from the middle of his forehead, over his eyelid, to his lower jaw- to show in the bright light. The scar was yet another token that he took from Haven, and although the Corp. had suggested a surgeon remove the hideous mark, he refused, preferring there be a physical scar to match that of his mind. Just for laughs he growled, "What the hell are heretics doing on my ship."
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"Captain Ackerson, there's another problem!" Cornwallice shouted over the din of alarms going off throughout the bridge.
Captain Ackerson remained motionless, glued to the audio feeds, listening to the panic of battle, the screams of his crew being slaughtered by the Covenant. How could this have happened? What did I do wrong? I can't do anything, I feel so damn helpless!
"Captain Ackerson!" Cornwallice shouted again
"What the hell is it!?"
"That plasma torpedo that took out our engines knocked the Mantis out of orbit. We are on a collision course with the planet Marduk!"
No! It's... it's all over now... we're all dead men... but there is something I can do... "Cornwallice, how much time do we have?"
"I estimate about 30 minutes sir, 20 minutes before escape craft are no longer a viable solution."
"Ok then, listen to me now Cornwallice and do exactly as I say. Send out a distress signal, Alpha priority, to anything human within range, I know with our damaged comm system we won't get much, but we can pray. Next I need you to delete the memory banks of this ship, everything-"
"Sir, that operation alone will take me some time."
"Don't worry about time, boy, I'll take care of that. Initiate bridge lockdown."
In the blink of an eye, two 4-inch thick titanium airlock doors shut the bridge off from the rest of the ship. As even more red lights and sirens went off, Ackerson activated the shipwide comm.
"Attention all crew aboard the Mantis, this is Captain Ackerson. I am ordering a full evacuation of the ship. The ship is in a deteriorating orbit around Marduk and you have less than thirty minutes before we collide. No time for heroics, just get out as fast as you can."
"Sir!" one of the technicians on the bridge shouted, "They're trying to burn through the doors!"
Ackerson continued, unphased, "It appears the bridge crew and I are not going to make it, but don't worry, we'll take as many Covie down as we can. Once you hit the ground, take shelter and wait for the cavalry. We don't know when they'll arrive, but they'll come, just hang tight. Ackerson out."
Turning abruptly, Ackerson began unloading the emergency weapons from the bridge locker. "Alright boys, we need to buy Cornwallice more time. We have to stop them here for the sake of Earth, so take a moment to pray to whatever entity you worship, think of your family, and grab a weapon. They'll sing of our bravery in the years to come boys, I assure you. All I ask is that you kill one of these bastards before you die. That is my last order. Good hunting." And with that, he walked over to the door and planted himself firmly in front of it, bringing his magnum to bear. This was the way to die.
((Whew that was great stuff I think. Anyways, I had an idea about big battles in this RP and others. Basically I thought everyone involved in the battle could set a day and time, and at that time everyone would go into a chat room on YIM or such and we would all type out the battle. I believe this would make the battle much smoother and less like four loners fighting separate battles. At the end of the session someone could copy and paste it here for all to see. Please tell me what you think and post any times that would be good for you. I would like to implement this in the other RP as well, if it works.))
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