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Post by Niccolo on Jun 22, 2005 14:55:37 GMT -5
(whichever you want, you can brief him on the lifepods if you wish)
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jun 22, 2005 14:56:00 GMT -5
((oh yea, Lob, Brutes sort of fight like big angry gorillas... on steroids. Basically they wield either brute plasma rifles (red and faster than normal blue ones, although they overheat faster) or brute shots (grenade launchers that have a large blade along the bottom, they can hold a chain of four grenades at a time). Sometimes, you might find one with a shotgun or covenant carbine, but not often. If a brute ever becomes enraged, it will drop its weapon and run around on all fours, smashing objects and enemies out of its way. Since brutes are as strong as elites and spartans (if not stronger), this is bad. Although they do not have shields like Spartans and elites, their incredibly thick hide allows them to sustain as much or more damage than a shield. I'm beginning to think I should finish my weapon specs thread and go in detail with the enemies in Halo 2.))
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 2, 2005 23:58:39 GMT -5
((My internet is screwy tonight, I hope that this'll get through)) 4 minutes until lifepods are no longer viable O'Connor waited until Rema and Roger were in position behind the Covie crates with him. He quickly checked over their gear and his own, and shouldered the large rocket launcher. It's been a while since I've used one of these. Hope I'm not rusty."Corporal Perez, on my mark," he whispered into his helmet's com system. Hearing noise from behind them, he quickly turned to face the possible threat. He was relieved to find out it was only the crimson hunter, stirring out of the weapons cart. He'd be a real asset in this fight, but... he checked his watch again, only 4 minutes left, there's no more damn time."Mark." John sighted on the one of the heavy plasma turrets and fired without even locking on. Before the first rocket even hit, the second one was in the air, headed directly towards the other turret. He quickly ducked back down and began reloading as the sounds of battle and confusion in the Covenant ranks broke out. If we can't take out those turrets we're dead, He thought as he finished reloading with his shaking hands. He shouldered the launcher yet again and rose to take out the four remaining lighter plasma turrets. What he saw through the scope was priceless. For all their might, these mighty Covenant warriors were scared sh*tless. The two plumes of debris from the first rockets filled the air, limiting vision and adding to the confusion of the aliens, as they had no idea where this attack had come from yet. "The element of surprise is a beautiful thing," O'Connor muttered as he fired two more rockets, leaving only two light variants left. He began to feel more confident about this skirmish as he reloaded his last set of rockets. He rose up again to finish off the turret threat when a number of carbine rounds nearly took his head off. He dropped back down without firing off his payload. sh*t! That Spec Ops elite has already restored discipline to the ranks!"Prepare for a counterattack!" he yelled to his companions as he tossed two frag grenades over his crate, relishing the screams of alien pain. I hope Corporal Perez can hold up his end. ((As posted before, there are a number of elites, brutes, jackals, and grunts. Hunters aren't in the fight initially, although you can have some enter as reinforcements if you wish. Happy hunting.))
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 5, 2005 15:30:42 GMT -5
Roger emerged from cover immediately as the battle began. His twin SMG's blazed, sending round after round into the ranks of the enemies and killing countless grunts and a few unlucky jackals. The recoil caused Roger to lose control of the weapons. The already inaccurate weapons rattling bullets wildly, now doing little more than causing widespread confusion and a very loud noise. A barrage of plasma and needles in his direction forced Roger to dodge back behind a crate. "I must remember to use more controlled bursts in the future If I wish to survive this firefight" Roger thought to himself as he reloaded his guns. When the plasma counter attack subsided, Roger revealed himself again, fireing the SMG's once more. This time he was careful to fire short bursts. He concentrated his shots on one of the elites and was rewarded when his enemy's shields were quickly drained and a few final shots finished it off. Roger was not quick enough to completely avoid the counter attack this time, and was struck in the shoulder by one of several needles that mostly bounced off his armor as he retreated. He winced in pain as the projectile shattered and tore his flesh, but he was not about to back down from the fight. Not yet.
((Okay, I'm back let's get this fight moving. I played Halo 2 a lot in NY so I know about all of the weapons and enemies (except those flying guys, do they have a technical name?)))
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 5, 2005 16:31:23 GMT -5
Fasu stood in a state of utter confusion. All around him, humans and covenant were fighting, and he had no idea who he was supposed to fight for. Unfortunately for him, an elite recognized him as a mercenary and signaled for his troops to open fire. As bursts of plasma flew twoard him, he made a quick decision to take the human's side. He raised his shield in the nick of time, stopping the attacks, then raised his fuel rod and hosed the squad down in green, destructive light. He turned to the left and saw two elites weilding energy swoards charging twoard him. One fell under the fuel rod, but the second reached him. The blade slipped below the shield, flew twoard the gap in his armor, and abruptly stopped. Fasu's right arm was over the bloody stump that was once the elite's head, the fuel rod smoking.
He didn't know who he was, where he was, or why he was fighting, but he was determined to survive.
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 5, 2005 23:42:08 GMT -5
((To whoever asked to join this RP (I think it was Jiub), now is a fine time to join, unless you want to wait. As previously stated, you can be Corporal Perez if you wish, or just make a new guy.)) 3 Minutes Until Escape Pods are no Longer Viable "sh*t!" O'Connor dropped the rocket launcher as he fell on his ass from more carbine rounds. He watched helplessly as it slid away from him out into the open. He unshouldered his battle rifle and shot as best he could with all the incoming enemy fire. "Corporal Perez, you're gonna have to take out those last two turrets, we're pinned down!" "We're working on it Sarge!" A human scream sounded in the backround just before the comm clicked off. There's no damn time for this!Taking a deep breath, John spun around his crate and sighted on the nearest turret, splattering the gunner's brains on the ground. He then blew away the other turret-wielding grunt before ducking back behind cover. That should buy us some time until they get more troops on the turrets. Suddenly, the alien crate he was hiding behind shook, and he looked up in time to see an elite bound over the barrier. O'Connor tried to bring his rifle up in time, but it was too late. The veteran elite slammed into the sergeant, knocking the wind out of him as he hit the ground. He coughed up blood in the alien's face, and it grinned in delight as the red liquid dripped from its jaw. Wait, it's shield is down? The Cutter struggled to bring his arm behind him, finally gripping the death-cold handle of his blade. "You lose." he stated as he brought his knife across the creature's throat. It was the Cutter's turn to grin as hot blue blood poured onto his face, drenching his upper uniform. He shoved the limp corpse off his body, wiping the acrid liquid away from his eyes. He wiped his knife off on the corpse, then sheathed it again, regaining his battle rifle. He emptied the clip into the enemy, watching as the ammo counter dropped from 24 to 12 to 0. "Reloading!" he shouted as he slammed another clip into the weapon with a shaking right hand.
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 6, 2005 16:17:13 GMT -5
Fasu raised his fuel rod again, and was about to pull the trigger when a burst of plasma reduced the firearm to a pile of bubbling slag. Flinging the pile of molten metal away before the ammunition detonated, he ducked behind a pile of metal crates and looked for a weapon. His eyes spotted a small rack on the wall, several human weapons upon it. Why he recognized or knew how to use them, he had no idea, but now was no time to find out. All that was left in the rack was a single SMG. Cursing his bad luck, but having no other firearms he picked up the gun and an extra clip of ammunition resting beside it. Raising it over the crates he spotted a quartet of grunts moving to flank one of the humans. He sprayed the horribly inaccurate gun back and forth along them, killing two, wounding one, and forcing them to fall back. Guessing he had fired about thirty shots, he figured he'd be fine for a while.
He stood up and moved in a crouch, his shield flipped back so he could use both hands. He slowly moved forward, firing bursts at exposed foes and driving them back behind cover. He stopped when he reached a human weilding a rifle and a knife, and fended off an advancing elite as the man reloaded. Noticing that now it was he that was out of ammo, he dicked behing a nearby crate and shoved the extra clip into the weapon.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 9, 2005 18:46:27 GMT -5
Corporal Joseph Sullivan waited in the corner as the battle began in front of him. Having been separated from his squad, his radio was broken in a firefight, and therefore he had no way of letting O'Connor know he was there. Corporal Sullivan used to be an excellent driver and pilot. In fact, he still was. He was also well known for his superior marksmanship and tactics. His previous post on the Intrepid made him even better known throughout the corps. As a fighter pilot on the Intrepid, Sullivan had a pretty good career ahead of him. The Intrepid was full of veteran marines, and carried quite the reputation with it. Since then, Sullivan had been on the Mantis for almost 6 years, due to the Intrepid’s destruction. The UNSC cruiser was under attack, and badly outnumbered at that. At the hands of the Covenant, the marines were ordered to abandon ship before it was destroyed. Sullivan barely made it out on a Longsword fighter before the ship exploded. Reassigned at a dead-end post in the Mantis, it seemed as though he would never get another glance at battle again. However, he continued to exercise regularly, and stayed in shape. When he joined the crew of the Mantis, he prepared himself, thinking that he would never again be able to serve to the best of his abilities. 5 years, 10 months, and 27 days, he was proven wrong.
Corporal Sullivan crouched in the corner, waiting for the right moment to strike. His mind was overwhelmed by the seemingly impossible number of covenant in the room. His hand slowly strayed to his belt, detached a grenade, and he held it for a brief moment. In a swift movement, he pulled the pin, stood up, and lobbed it underneath one of the remaining turrets. The turret-turned-projectile flew through the air, and came to a stop directly on top of two elites and a jackal.
Excellent, the debris will block the other turret’s fire
Hurrying towards O’Conner, Sullivan spotted a hunter lumbering towards his fellow marines. Corporal Sullivan retrieved his twin SMGs and aimed for the weak points in it’s armor. “HUNTER!”
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 9, 2005 20:43:20 GMT -5
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" Shouted Roger from his hiding place. "This hunter is a heretic. He's on our side."
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 9, 2005 20:56:19 GMT -5
Stopped in a brief moment of confusion, Sullivan felt confused. The feeling quickly passed as a bolt of plasma passed over his head. Ducking into a nearby alcove, he prepared himself to enter the fray, again. He jumped out from his hiding spot, and saw two grunts attempting to relocate the debris blocking the turret. He aimed and opened fire on them, sending several bullets into their heads as he moved behind a pillar, closer to O'Connor.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 10, 2005 14:28:39 GMT -5
Rema shot a few calculated bullets into the squad of covenant that had somehow worked its way inbetween O'Connor and himself. The technician found it hard to take cover anywhere where he stood, and (began to jump around like a st00pid n00b...*cough*) simply worked himself around a central pillar whenever plasma fire came towards him. Tired of that tactic, Rema opted for an old tactic. He would need a source of fire though... Taking one of four grenades from under his coat, the technician pulled a pin and hurled it into the intrusive aquad of covenant. Before it exploded, Rema took three shots to the grunts of the group. Escaping methane caught fire in the ensuing explosion, shrapnel and fire tearing through the enemy soldiers. Reaching into his coat once more, Rema pulled out the grey cylinder, holding its weight awkwardly in his hand. The twin blades sprouted from the "hilt", causing an unnatural heat to flow over the crewman. Using the time directly following his grenade stunt, Rema charge into and tumbled through the remaining, confused group of covenant - cutting through a couple of their energy shields. Rolling over next to the rag-tag group of fighters, Rema dropped the sword - causing it to draw back into the cylinder - and whipped out his pistol, emptying what was left of his clip into the flat-footed group of enemies. Felling a single elite, Rema quickly averted his gaze from the spilled blood. The technician quickly reloaded one of his sidearms after pocketing his melee weapon once more.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 10, 2005 20:55:33 GMT -5
The group of covenant was beginning to thin out, although there were still many left. Roger would periodically pop up and fire his twin SMG's into the main group, but his shots were uncalculated and rarely hit. He decided he needed to get closer, so he moved from behind the crate he was using as cover to a new position beside the entrance to the room. From there he could quickly lean out and fire several shots from a closer range and then quickly hide again.
This strategy was working well, until a pair of carbine wielding brutes decided to do something about it. When Roger appeared once more, he was forced to retreat immediately by several rounds of radioactive carbine shots fired in his direction. Roger summoned up his courage and took another glance. The brutes were now joined by a third one with a plasma rifle, and all three were moving in his direction. They continued firing, which prevented him from getting a shot on them.
Fortunately, Roger remembered the four grenades he had taken before the fight. He emerged from cover and tossed one towards the brutes. After waiting several moments and hearing no blast, he remembered he was supposed to take the pin out first. Apparently the brutes had been just as confused as he, because they stopped firing to ponder Roger's lack of combat knowledge. This gave him time to pull the pin on his second grenade and toss it -- too high. It landed behind the brutes and killed some jackals. Now the brutes just seemed more angry. They began moving towards Roger's position again. Roger took his third grenade, pulled the pin, and hurled it directly at the middle brute. Bad idea. The brute simply dismissed the explosive with a swing of it's claw, sending the would-be lethal grenade into an empty corner to detonate.
Roger pulled the pin on the last grenade. Last chance. This time he threw the grenade at the ground in front of the brutes. It skidded to a halt directly in front of them. Two were smart enough to back off, out of the blast radius, but the third brute tried unsuccessfully to pick it up and get rid of it. The blood and guts flying past him told Roger that this grenade had finally been successful. Unfortunately it left him with no grenades left and a pair of angry brutes advancing on his hiding spot.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 10, 2005 22:09:58 GMT -5
Sullivan watched as the brave man took on three brutes, but it appeared as though two of them were still coming towards him. Corporal Sullivan lept out from the shadows and dropped one SMG, looking for something with a bit more power for the brute's thick hide. Finding a magnum, Sullivan held it with his right hand, and an SMG in his left. Three shots erupted from the small sidearm, one burying itself in the first brute's head, and the other two in it's neck. Meanwhile, a constant stream of fire rang from the SMG, heavily wounding the second brute. Sullivan ducked behind another pillar, avoiding heavy fire from the remaining brute. Realizing he was empty, he began to reload. "Finish him off!"
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 10, 2005 23:03:24 GMT -5
"FINISH HIM OFF?" Shouted Roger. "With What?"
The remaining brute discarded it's weapon and charged Roger. He retreated into the room firing both SMG's. Too late he realized how ineffective the weapons were. The brute remained unphased as it rushed towards Roger. There was no time to react. Roger braced himself as the beast reached him. There was a sickening crunch as the brute's shoulder collided with Roger. The armor he was wearing saved his life, but the sheer force of the attack sent him flying through the air and snapped several of his ribs like twigs. Roger landed on his back some 20 feet away. He was close to blacking out, but forced himself to remain conscious as the brute reared up on it's hind legs to finish him off. Roger noticed he was lying on something. The shotgun he had strapped to his back. He painfully sat up enough to grab the weapon, and just as the brute came crashing down he splattered it's brains across the ceiling. With no small amount of effort, Roger was able to drag himself out of the way before the brute's corpse crushed him to death.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 11, 2005 11:46:27 GMT -5
"Damn," muttered Sullivan, hoping that the mysterious man would have another grenade or at least more powerful weapons. He dove out from behind the pillar once more, but was confronted by a jackal, shooting multiple bolts of plasma in his direction. Thinking quickly, he jumped to the side, away from the jackal. However. this left Sullivan on the ground, with a brute looking straight into his eyes. He rolled to the right, just as the brute's arm came crashing into the floor. Sullivan jumped up and dove into yet another alcove, turning just in time to see an overcharged plasma bolt erupt from the jackal's pistol, headed in the direction of where Sullivan had just jumped from. It caught the brute by suprise, striking him in the chest, and he staggered back a couple feet. Sullivan leaned out of his hiding place and fired the magnum once in the jackal's head, killing him instantly. He continued around the pillar, and fired one, two, three shots in the brute's head and neck before the massive creature collapsed on the ground. He ran over to the injured man, and lent a hand to help him up. "The name's Corporal Sullivan. You look hurt, lemme help you up."
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