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Post by KiddoFreak on Mar 29, 2005 21:10:12 GMT -5
((Okay, the live battle sounds like fun. I havn't live roleplayed in a long time, we should set up a practice... Anyhow, I'm on YIM a ton, so almost anytime would be okay with me... ahem, now on to my post. I am pretty sure we are right next to the MAC cannon controls, no? If not, this post is going to be irrelevant.)
Finally regaining some of his senses, he realized the body next to him was gone. Although his hearing was a little muffled, he could hear the sergeant's voice -- as well as a covenant one. Taking a silent deep breath, Rema grabbed his shoulder as pain from the dislocated joint swept through his body. At the moment, he peeked out into the lighted room. It took all he had not to vomit at the sight of blood and body parts littered around the room. The Sarge and a number of covanent were standing face to face at the moment, Rema realized, in the room adjacent to the MAC cannon controls.
Alright! I finally made it! I just need to get across the room to the controls...
Running a number of plans through his head, Rema tried to remember all those pesky access codes for the repair functions. In just a moment, he deciced to make a move, he was feeling bold today. Checking the doors, he saw that they were already blown partially open -- enough to let someone as small as him through. Standing up, still in the nook, Rema put his head down and charged through the bloody mess, taking a leap into the MAC cannon control room, not giving either the covie or human parties a chance to respond. Rolling to the one of the control panels, Rema popped his arm back into place, and proceeded to activate the dusty computer. Quickly reaching out, he slammed his hand to the blast door controls, which promptly snapped shut. His fingers rattled on the keyboard as he desperately tried to bring the cannons back online.
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Post by Niccolo on Mar 29, 2005 21:40:13 GMT -5
Fasu aimed his gun at the approaching figure. As it came into the light and spoke, he realised it was human and lowered it. He then replied in rather rough english. "Heritic? You insult me, human. Me and my crew are merceneries hired by your ship-commander. I trust you are the engineer I am being paid to protect?"
Just then he saw a flash of movement in the darkness, running at full speed across the hall. "GET DOWN!" he bellowed as he shoved O'Connor out of the way and fired a trio of shots at the figure. Noticing the movement stop, he cautiously moved forward in a combat stance, his back turned to the sargeant.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 4, 2005 23:08:13 GMT -5
Roger was the greatest fighter pilot in the entire human fleet. At least, that's what he was desperatley wishing as his lone longsword fighter approached the Mantis. He was really only a physics teacher from a nearby colony that was recently established. He was one of the best and brightest minds, but now he was approaching a fully armed covenant attack ship with nothing but a standard pistol and his good for nothing co-pilot and best friend Andy. "What are we gonna do when we dock?" said Andy. "No idea," said Roger absent mindedly. He had to focus on actually landing the fighter in the docking bay. The only reason he was even there was because he was the only one even capable of operating the colony's Longsword fighter. "I'm too old for this," said Roger as he manipulated the controls to maneuver the fighter into the bay. Roger, at 42, was one of the oldest residents of the colony. Some gray hairs were mixed in with his dark brown hair. He had some basic combat training when he was younger, but Andy had no training. As the fighter touched down and the cockpit hatch opened, Roger put on his trademark shades. He wore them all the time, just because he liked how they looked. "So," said Andy. "have you figured out what we do now?" Just then, a solitary grunt, probably a scout, wandered into the large hanger and open fired upon the two new arrivals. Roger had no time to react as the first two plasma shots grazed him and knocked him flat. He looked up and, almost as if time seemed to slow down, the third plasma shot hit Andy square in the chest with a horrible sizzling sound, followed by two more. Roger knew he was dead as he fell to the ground. Ignoring the four other grunts now entering the room, Roger took out his pistol and instead of aiming, charged full speed at the poor grunt, bashing him as hard a he could with the weapon. Roger laughed as he mashed the already dead grunt's face again and again with the gun, causing blood to fly in all directions. Roger looked up with a demented smile on his blood covered face at the other four trembling grunts. He raised his gun and dispatched each with a bullet to the head.
For a moment Roger stood in the vast, empty hanger. Then footsteps from a nearby hall caused him to raise his gun and fire. The body of the marine he had just killed crumbled to the ground. Roger made no move but to lower the gun and smile. Part of him had acted on reflex, but another part knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't care that he had just shot and killed a human. All Roger cared about now was... burning stuff.
Roger walked the deserted halls until he encountered as armory. He walked past rows of weapons to the two flamethrowers mounted on the wall. He took one down, and smiled once again. This was truly a weapon designed for him. He took several canisters of fuel, and left. He walked down the darkened corridors, burning anything he encountered, regardless of whether it was human, covenant, or even objects or walls. Sometimes he walked through dark halls without power, only the light from his flamethrower's ignition flame to guide him. But he was moving, always moving toward the MAC cannon control room.
((and that's my character. He seems a little unstable...))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 10, 2005 15:25:11 GMT -5
Sweat dripped from Rema's brow onto the keypad as the alarms continued to scream with an in-human pitch. He stopped for a moment to wipe his sleeve across his forehead, keeping the salty perspiration from his roving eyes. Upon the viewscreen were a number of complex menus with numerous options to pick from. The technician was having some trouble hitting all the right buttons in his nervous state. His fingers burned with the exertion of speeding across the buttons, the clacking of keys echoing through the empty room. Desperately, Rema tried keeping his eyes off of the dead bodies scattered throughout the room. One, off to his right, had fallen and hit is head against the hard wall, apparent from the large, bleeding gash ripped around his skull. Now, the soldier's body lay on it's back, wide eyes staring at Rema lifelessly. None of this helped him to accomplish his goal. Taking a deep breath, the young man held himself to the spot. He hardly even noticed when, with a flicker, a man dressed in an old officer's attire appeared to his left. The ship's AI looked quite frazzled when he saw Rema at the computer. "Wot do you think you are doing, young lad," shouted an almost human voice, "Oi should'ave you know that this is not some toy to be played with... This is the..." "I know! I've been a part of the Mantis' crew for some time now," steamed the, now, livid Rema,"and, if you don't mind, I'm trying to save it at the moment!" "Wot ho? A 'ero in a labcoat? Wot has this worl' become?! Neverth'less," The officer paused for a moment, "hoo-rah! As I believe the young ones 'ave been saying! Hoo-rah!" Damn it! This is hard enough without all these distractions! Finally, Rema hit a few keys, and the computer made a sound acknowledging his progress. "Finished!" With a laugh, Rema bounded to his feet. The soft whirring of machinery seemed to be cheering with him. Running to the door, Rema stopped as he remembered the convenant on the other side of the doors. Quickly glancing around, he spotted a number of weapons that he had no idea how to use. Battle rifles... shotguns... A-ha! A pistol! I can use those. Soon after, though, he realized that it was in the hands of the dead marine. Rema creeped closer to it, the dead soldier's eyes always upon him. Upon closer inspection, the fire arm was covered with the man's blood, some dried, some still running from various wounds along his arm and side. Taking a deep breath. Rema reached for it quickly, snatching it quickly. Trying to overcome his fear of blood, Rema digged through the marine's uniform until he found a number of magazines, which he promptly stuck in his pockets. Finally, he stood, inching towards the door. As he came within range of the fingerprint-activated lock, the young technician tripped over what appeared to be a small. gray cylinder. Curiously, he pocketed it with the magazines, its weight strangely comforting. Once more, Rema turned to look deep into the lifeless eyes of the dead marine, forever keeping a silent vigil upon the room. Taking a deep breath, Rema reached out his hand. After a moment and a brief flash of light, the doors gave out a beeping noise and slowly slid open...
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Post by EvilTrigun on Apr 10, 2005 17:03:03 GMT -5
((hmmmm I WILL post, just not yet. My one concern is that the doors blew open when the Brute came through, so there would be nothing to lock and open. One possible solution would be that Rema activated an airlock or emergency secondary door to lock himself in. This might need to be fixed in a couple of posts. Please fix this at your leisure.))
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 10, 2005 21:11:07 GMT -5
Roger sat in a large, well lit room behind a partition pondering his next move. He had come a long way from the hangar where he landed. His guess was that he was only a few rooms away from the MAC cannon control room. But now he had encountered a problem. A large, spikey problem. The hunter in the center of the room had probably heard the commotion in the adjacent area only moments ago, but Roger's guess was that the two smouldering grunts had caught his attention. Now Roger sat behind a partition listening to the clanking of the hunter that was searching the room for him. Roger was not mad anymore, but he was in no way regretful of what he had done. He had killed many on his way here, some humans, some covenant. He didn't care who it was, if they were in his way, they got torched by his flamethrower. Roger had no family or friends left. He had nothing left to live for. Now he did whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to kill things.
Now as the clanking of the hunter's armor grew nearer, he began thinking of a plan. He wanted to stop the covenant, and the quickest way was with the MAC cannon. He knew it was disabled, and since he knew nothing of fixing it, he decided he would refrain from killing any more humans, at least until he got to the controls. The hunter was almost upon him, but that was the least of his problems. He lifted the flamethrower and dove from his hiding spot, the jet of flames enveloping the hunter as he pulled the trigger. Pure luck had brought him this far, but now he had to think strategically. He circled the burning hunter, adding more fire here and there until the flamethrower overheated and the ignition flame died.. Unfortunately, as he then realized, the fire seemed to be nothing more than a mild inconvenience to the massive, armored creature. Roger had little time to get out of the way as the fuel rod shots tore through the air. Roger hid in a recess in the wall and removed the empty canister from the flamethrower. He pulled out one of the last two canisters and was about to reload the weapon when he had a better idea. He unscrewed the valve and walked away from his hiding spot. As the hunter raised his fuel rod gun, Roger casually tossed the highly flammable canister to him. The burning hunter became little more than a large fire ball as the fuel canister exploded on contact with him, spraying flamethrower fuel all over him. Although momentarily phased, the beast was still alive. The fire blinded it as it thrashed around the room, finally crumpling to the ground as it cooked to death in it's own armor. Roger reloaded the overheated flamethrower with the last canister and entered the next room, the one adjacent to the MAC cannon controls. In front of him stood several Covenant. One was a hunter, wearing different armor, and behind him was a human.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 16, 2005 21:18:02 GMT -5
Rema drew in a sharp breath as he saw the room again, his newfound confidence failing him. His eyes drifted over all of the covant, Sergeant, and a new human. Most of all, the technician noticed the large hunter in the middle of the room. With a shaky hand, Rema raised his gun to the hunter. The only thing keeping him from firing was the strange sight before him: A hunter in strange armor, an aging man, and the sergeant, all standing -- just standing. Silence is, sometimes, the most innerving of all actions. Swallowing hard, Rema inched around the the only figure he knew, the sargeant, never taking his eyes off of the hunter. Being more confused and tense then ever, Rema had a terribly hard time keeping his firearm still, and it was rattling throughout the room. Finally, he arrived just behind the officer, taking comfort in the skilled body in front of him. He just had to forget about all the stories he had heard of the "Cutter". Unconciously, Rema took another step backwards, his back to a wall.
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Post by EvilTrigun on Apr 17, 2005 2:02:53 GMT -5
((Fasu is a hunter?... whoops... anyways, sorry for dissappearing again.... damn life... By the way, I am thinking that I will make this RP into chapters of sorts, with good names to go with them just like the levels in Halo, so please check around the first post for a chapter title or such, not to mention perhaps adding a mission clock for time reference, sort of like that show, 24. One last thing, it's sergeant, not sargeant, although the short name is sarge)) 02: Unexpected Allies 16 minutes until escape pods are no longer viable Captain Ackerson watched, mesmerized, as the emergency blast doors to the bridge began to glow, signalling that the convenant had almost broken through. They're getting through too fast, how the hell can they burn through so much in so little time? At this rate we won't last long at all. Almost imperceptively the captain's hands began to shake, and as he glanced around he noticed similar signs in all the deck officers. Although his speech just minutes ago was stirring and full of bravado, the effects were beginning to wear off as reality sank in. Ihave to instill confidence in these men and women or they won't be worth the ammo they carry in the fight to come. "When we all get back from this boys, I'm requesting pay raises for all of you." he joked with an all-too-fake laugh. Damnit... real smooth that was..."Captain Ackerson, the MAC cannon has become operational!" exclaimed the jumpy weapons officer, staring in disbelief at her console. Ackerson managed to tear himself away from the bridge doors long enough to look, "How is that possible?" "It appears that a tech officer has managed to repair the system to functionality," stated the AI, Cornwallice, "Unfortunately, I cannot compute a firing system as all of my processing power is devoted to file deletion." "You heard the AI," the captain said evenly, "It's up to you kiddo. Set up a firing solution aimed at the fighter bay closest to the covie ship's engines. They have to lower their shield to let out fighters, so as soon as you see a wave of seraphs come out, fire right into their gut." "Aye sir," replied the officer, hands jittery as she typed in comands, "MAC cannon ready to fire." "On my mark," whispered Ackerson, squinting at the display of the ship. Finally he saw a burst of tiny dots jettison from the bay, "Mark!" As he felt a sudden thud from many decks below, he saw the large chunk of metal hurtle towards the vulnerable enemy. Although incredibly agile, even a Covenant cruiser cannot avoid a MAC round at such close range. The round struck home, and Ackerson watched with jubilation as several secondary explosions wracked the enemy ship, culminating in the explosion of its main weapon systems, which engulfed the ship in a cloud of plasma. His expression of glee was soon cut short when the cloud dissapated, reavealing a heavily damaged, yet still operational, cruiser, its shields slowly regenerating. "Damn! Begin formulating a new firing solu-" His words were cut short as a loud clang of metal on metal rang throughout the small bridge. He spun around in time to see a blue-armored elite step through a large hole cut in the blast door. "Bridge personnel only!" Ackerson yelled as he began firing his magnum. ______________________________ Sergeant John O'Connor fought with all his might against the surge of adrenaline coursing through him, his heart pounding at a rapid pace. His instincts screamed at him to jump into action, slaughter as many covenant as he could before death finally took him. His body was rigid, and his right hand twitched as though electrified, slowly drifting towards his knife, again concealed in its sheath along the back of his belt. This situation was all wrong. The Covenant was a coalition of alien races bent on destroying all of humankind for reasons no one knew. They were pure evil, slaughtering everything in their path. It was true that there were 'heretics', groups of the same alien races who did not share the beliefs of the covenant, and these two groups were constantly at war with each other. But the heretics never bothered with humans, so what the hell were these bastards doing here? They claimed they were mercenaries, but that was ridiculous. What could humans give alien mercenaries for payment? God damnit, calm down and think! If these scumbags were part of the Covenant, they'd have attacked by now, the Covenant have no use for this sort of mind game. But there's no way they are alien mercenaries, there's no such thing. Maybe the heretics have decided to side with us. I still have no damn options, so I'll have to play their little game for now.With great physical effort, O'Connor relaxed his stance, removing his helmet for a moment and brushing his hand through his blond regulation length hair. Finally he took charge, speaking to all present, including the strange old man, "Look, I don't know if any of you noticed, but we have-" he consulted his watch, "-fourteen minutes before we are all nothing but ashes. I'd say that gives us about seven minutes to fight our way to the armory, and about seven more minutes to bring all the sh*t we can carry to an escape pod and get off this hell-hole. We're gonna need all the weapons we can get when we hit the planet. We don't have much time, and if those covie bastards have found it already, we're gonna be in for a helluva fight." Motioning to Rema, O'Connor said, "You'll take point with me, kid, since you know where we're going. And you, old man," he pointed at Roger, "You'll bring up the rear, just in case these aliens decide to switch sides again." Scooping up a battle rifle and ammo from one of the fallen privates, the sergeant nudged the tech officer foward, "Ok Rema, let's get moving." ((well I hope I made up for my long absence. This actually took a while to write, taking into account that I began around one in the morning (couldn't sleep). Sometimes you just never know when creativity will strike I guess.))
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 17, 2005 10:44:27 GMT -5
As the newly formed party began moving back the way he had come from, Roger looked around. "I guess the MAC cannon is on-line again. Who are all these people--and covenant? Guess I'll have to follow along for now." He thought. Checking his flamethrower and seeing that is was functional again, Roger looked up at the departing sergeant and said, "By the way, the name's Roger. No need to be calling me 'old man'."
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Post by EvilTrigun on Apr 20, 2005 13:39:52 GMT -5
((I would prefer if someone else post beforeI do again, preferably Kiddofreak. Sorry if I left this hanging, it was not my intent to post again till some others did.))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 20, 2005 16:59:27 GMT -5
The armory, the armory, the armory... Rema mentally repeated the name and location in his head until he was sure he knew the actual location. Taking a right turn in a hallway, going straight for a time, and eventually taking another left. He threw a quick glance backwards to make sure everyone was following him. Before returning his gaze to where he was going, he glanced at the bloody gun in his hand, disgustedly wiping some of the blood off of the metal with an old glove. Taking his eyes off of what he was doing, the technician felt around under his uniform, mentally checking for properly set armor and medpacks. Strangely, there were no covenant to be seen for the past minute, as if they were massing somewhere else. Rema cursed silently, the group's luck had run out. He stopped and pushed himself against the wall directly proceeding a corner of another hall. Rema had heard a clattering in the hall ahead, motioning silently for his followers to wait, the young man took a quiet deep breath. Turning his eyes to O'Connor, Rema waited for the experienced soldier to make the first move.
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 17, 2005 9:26:50 GMT -5
((FINALLY FREE!!! thank god))
O'Connor saw the look in Rema's eyes and knew that there were Covie bastards around the corner. He quickly removed a small square mirror from a pocket of his uniform and held it to the edge of the corner. sh*t. There must be three squads of covenant here. From his vantage point, he could see four elites, two jackels, and too many grunts to count. And there would be more where that came from. He looked at his watch: 14 minutes to go. Time was running out. He withrdew the mirror and began looking for an advantage for this encounter. I've got to tip the odds in our favor. Finally he spotted what appeared to be a vent near the ceiling. Pefrect.
"Alright, here's the plan," he said in a matter-of-fact tone,"I am going to use this vent to flank the enemy stealthily. When I start taking fire, I want everyone else to pour fire down these hallways. Don't be a hero, use good cover and don't expose yourselves."
Pointing at Fasu, he said, "You can probably use this guy for cover if you need to, his armor should be damn near impenetrable."
as everyone got into their positions, he pulled Rema and Roger aside, "Keep an eye on these two," he whispered, "If they so much as twitch at you the wrong way, fry them." O'Connor noticed the grin spread on Roger's face as he patted his flamethrower.
once everyone was in position, O'Connor quietly climbed into the vent and began crawling. It only took 20 seconds for him to get to the end, but it felt like forever. They were running out of time. Finally he reached another vent in the shaft and peered down, and what he saw made his blood run cold. Just below him, not 5 feet away, were two grunts eating something. That something was a the mangled body of a fallen marine. Without thinking, O'Connor drew his knife from the sheath, his hand tingling as though electricity was running through it. He kicked open the vent and dropped down.
The grunts didn't stand a chance as the Cutter spun around in a whirlwind of blood with his blade. Admiring his work of revenge, O'Connor turned towards the other Covenant, who had noticed this new threat. With an incredible will, he fought down his urge to charge blindly into the melee, and instead he ran behind a cargo box.
"Covering fire!" he screamed as the plasma began to burn through the crate.
((sorry if this post lacks in quality, I can fix it up later))
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Post by Niccolo on May 17, 2005 19:31:29 GMT -5
Fasu turned away from the corner, raising and firing his fuel rod as he did, he began to strafe across the hall, his sheild covering his armor's chest chink. Soon the surviving covenant were dashing for cover and became pinned. He gestured for Roger to fry them.
"Move! I'll cover you!"
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 17, 2005 19:42:58 GMT -5
Looking suspiciously at the hunter waving at him, Roger thought to himself: "Fry them, huh? I'll fry you all the first chance I get. It makes no difference to me."
Then Roger smiled politely to the armored hunter, and accepted the offer to barbecue some covenant. Moving quickly along the wall, Roger fired up the flamethrower. The jet of fire consumed most of the lightly armored grunts quickly. One unlucky elite tripped on the corpses and was burned himself. The remaining elites and jackals were forced back into the open by the flames, which made them easy targets for Fasu and Rema.
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Post by durco on May 17, 2005 20:35:40 GMT -5
((EvilTrigun, can I take over Ackerman or should I create a new guy?))
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