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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 11, 2005 12:29:30 GMT -5
Roger dismissed the new arrival.
"I'll be fine, Sullivan. I can't get up, so go finish this fight. By the way, the name's Roger."
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 11, 2005 16:35:43 GMT -5
"Okay, Roger, but take this," said Sullivan as he handed him another two SMG clips. "Those should help you out if you need 'em" Looking about, Sullivan noticed that the covenant had worn down to several grunts and jackals, and two elites standing side by side towards the back. Reaching into his belt once more, Corporal Sullivan retrieved a grenade, and pulled the pin mechanism. He held the grenade for a second or two before hurling it in between the two elites. The both dove away from each other, but not fast enough. The grenade detonated in midair, killing both covenant. Sullivan withdrew into the shadows to reload before entering the fray once more.
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EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 13, 2005 4:23:00 GMT -5
((I'm sorry if ending the battle now is not convenient for some people, but it has to end sometime. There are going to be much bigger battles ahead, so we can't make this one too great. As always, feel free to state your mind. Also, I realize that you cannot really allow the 'F' word to be used, so you will have to bear with the asterisks.)) 1 Minute until escape pods are no longer viable Finally, the battle's clearing up.Sergeant O'Connor retrieved his rocket launcher as the incoming fire dwindled and sighted on the last few covenant remaining. He quickly fired off his two remaining rockets into the crowd, wondering for the first time if he should really be using rockets close to the escape pods. As the debris cleared from his salvo, he saw that some aliens had managed to survive. Finally giving in to his thirst for close combat, he drew his knife and sprinted into the middle of the survivors. To stunned and wounded from the rockets to fight back, the remaining covenant crumpled under the Cutter's assault. With lightning-quick moves, he gouged flesh, tore arteries, and sliced open bodies. Finally, there was only one grunt left alive, and O'Connor knew just what to do. He swiftly disarmed the creature and then cut away the methane breathing mask that it needed to survive. He watched for a few moments in pleasure as the grunt suffocated to death. His reverie was cut short by a sudden beeping sound emitting from his watch. Looking down he saw the 0:00 display on his watch. Almost immediately, the sound of decompression and tearing metal filled the room. John looked on in horror as the lifepods were ripped away one by one by Marduk's atmosphere. Emergency seals latched into place to save the occupants, but they may as well have been dead. "F***!" O'Connor sank to his knees as the UNSC survivors regrouped in what had once been the central covenant command post His group had faired rather well, but only two marines remained with Corporal Perez as he strode over.. John looked from face to face, seeing the anguish and fear, knowing that he had failed them. They would all die here on this godforsaken ship. There was an awkward moment of silence as part of John's mind refused to give up, trying to find some way to survive this disaster. ________________________________________________________________ 03: Plan B The lifepods are destroyed, we're entering the planet's atmosphere, and we're all gonna burn in a matter of minutes. How the hell am I gonna get out of this one?... wait... the pelicans! Maybe if we exit in a dropship at the right time, we can get to land and regroup with the rest of the ship's crew.He looked over at the newcomer, Sullivan, and realized from the uniform that he must be a pilot. ((sorry, I have to make Sullivan say a sentence or two)) "Sullivan, can you fly a regulation Pelican dropship?" "Yes I can, Sarge." "Alright then, we're not dead yet. Here's the new and last plan. We fight to the docking bay, board a dropship, and get the hell out of here before we burn up or hit ground. Rema, you're gonna have to tend to Roger's wounds as we go, there's no time to waste. Corporal Perez, take your men and grab our gear we stored back there in the carts, we're going to need every bit of firepower when we hit the ground." As the corporal hurried to grab the supplies, O'Connor continued, "Since we haven't been able to communicate with any officers yet, I have tactical command of this... squad. This is it, we get off this ship or we crash and burn. I will take point, Fasu will be rear guard, everyone else, FALL IN!" The sergeant was about to ask Rema for directions when he saw a conveniently placed marker leading them to the docking bays. As quickly and quietly as a herd of stampeding elephants, the 'squad' made it's way towards their goal. Aside from the occasional pockets of resistance, it was a smooth ride, almost as if someone had been through here before. As the group approached the docking bays, the sounds of a large firefight could be heard. John got there first and saw small skirmishes breaking out near every pelican still docked. It seemed that he wasn't the only one with this idea, and he watched as marines and crew struggled to repel the covenant long enough to board their vehicles. Damnit, help everyone get aboard their own ships and risk being burned in the atmosphere, or just board our own and let men die? Fight or flight, fight or flight, you fool! Suddenly a massive screeching that sounded all too much like tearing metal filled the large room, and a large tremor knocked John off his feet. Flight!"Let's get the hell outta here! Move, move, move!" The group ran across the deck plating to one of the last remaining dropships, trying their best to ignore the plight of their fellow men and women in arms. As they neared the ship, a strange humming sound made Sergeant O'Connor turn around. "Oh hell, this keeps getting better and better." Elite rangers. Dedicated elites who have proven their skill and power in the field. Utilizing jetpacks and air tanks to breath in space, these specialists are called rangers for a reason. And now a good number of them had detached from the surrounding fights and were moving to intercept the group. sh*t, we're out in the open with no cover, and even if we did have cover, they'd angle around us. The only advantage we have is distance, those plasma rifles only work well at moderate to close distances.John unslung his battle rifle and sighted on the closest ranger's head. Firing two quick bursts, he was amazed to find his target already plummeting to the ground. Their jetpacks must somehow limit their shields' power."Keep moving! Get on that damn ship!" ((ok, this will be a rather quick fight if you can't tell. Corporal Perez and his two marine squad are for anyone to use. Kill them, maim them, whatever. I'm terribly sorry if this post screwed up someone's plans, but I had to get this moving a bit. This Sunday I will leave for Yale campus for 3 weeks. There will be computers there but I am not sure if I will have time to post. Because of this, I am trying to move this RP to it's final climax (don't worry, it's not THAT close). I'm sure many of you will like what I have planned for this. IF you wanted some more character interaction before this little fight bit, by all means put it in.))
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 17, 2005 22:50:26 GMT -5
Fasu quickly checked to make sure that no one was following, then decided to take join the action. Snapping off bursts with a battle rifle he had picked up in the hall, he, along with the combined fire of the irregulars and Perez's marines managed to take down three of the rangers immediatley targeting them, but lost the two marines in the process.
With not much time left, and the rangers threatening to cut them off from escape, he took a rather dramatic course of action. Flinging aside his shield and rifle, he sprinted to the dropship, using his prodigious strengh to lift and carry all five remaining humans under his arms to it. Dropping them at the rear entry hatch, he picked up the nearest weapon he could find, a plasma rifle, and covered the back to prevent any of the rangers from attacking as Sullivan as he moved into position.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 18, 2005 21:39:49 GMT -5
Sullivan approached the Pelican, and turned his back to it as he noticed the new arrivals. Raising his pistol, he put three bullets in one's chest, sending it back to the ground. He turned again, and entered the cockpit, and engaged the engines, and readied for takeoff.
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Jul 24, 2005 23:29:30 GMT -5
((After a week of nagging personnel, I HAVE THE INTERNET POWER!!!!))
Another loud ripping sound filled the air as the huge blast doors of the fighter bay were ripped apart by the colossal force of the planet Marduk's atmosphere. Marines, crew, and covenant alike burned in th sudden burst of heat, and John noticed just how few humans managed to get to safety.
O'Connor waited until the ramp of the pelican was fully closed and a green light flashed, signaling an intact seal. Hurrying to the cockpit, he watched over Sullivan's shoulder as the outer layers of the Mantis' armor boiled away. This was going to have to be fast.
"Let's move Sullivan, you can do it!"
((Looks like it's time for Jiub's character to shine. I hate to be controlling, but please have the pelican inoperable after we get to land. Make up whatever reason you want: low fuel, damage, covie fighters, whatever. Again, sorry, but it's rather important to the plot. Oh yea, Yale is awesome. It's a bit hot though...))
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 26, 2005 20:42:10 GMT -5
Beads of sweat rolled down Sullivan's face as he prepared the craft for takeoff as quickly as he could. After loking out the window ahead of him, he noticed that his perspiration was not being caused by the tension, but rather the heat caused by the searing atmosphere that would keep them alive when they landed. ((I'm assuming that we can survive on Marduk))
After a quick diagnostics scan, the ship appeared to be operable, and as Sullivan hit, pulled, and twisted a number of buttons, levers, and knobs, the craft began to lift off of the ground. Pulling out of the docking bay, Sullivan gunned the ship out in the direction of the looming planet. A small explosion erupted from the surface of the docking bay, and the craft shook as a piece of rubble struck the underbelly. A frantic Sullivan checked the system readings, and let out a comfortable sigh when the craft appeared to be unaffected. The brief moment of silence was shattered by a number of loud, piercing beeping noises, accompanied by a flashing orange light, which then turned red.
"OH sh*t!" yelled Sullivan. "Everyone buckle in, we're losing fuel, we're going in fast!!"
The ship plummeted towards what appeared to be a desert in the middle of Marduk. "BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!" Sullivan felt as though he was being absorbed into the chair he was seated in, and suddenly, he slammed into his seatbelt, his nose almost touching the dashboard. Sullivan's world became black, and he slowly became aware of his surroundings as sight returned to him. Wondering why he wasnt dead, he recalled trying to put the ship into a glide along the surface, which had apparently worked, seeing as how the ship was not entirely buried in the ground. Hoping that O'Conner had taken a seat, he turned around in his chair to see how everyone was doing. "Are we all here?"
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 20:46:58 GMT -5
Fasu looked up from the floor on which he was sprawled.
"I'm fine... but could someone please tell me what the HELL is going on?"
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 26, 2005 20:55:05 GMT -5
Roger winced in pain as he stood up. His fractured ribs were in agonizing pain, but he tried hard not to show it.
"I'm. . . Alright." He said, ignoring the hunter's question.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 26, 2005 21:17:16 GMT -5
Sullivan stood up, and saw the hunter lying on the ground. "Can someone PLEASE explain to me the mystery hunter?" asked Sullivan, as nicely as he could under the current conditions.
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 21:23:14 GMT -5
"I would kid, but I honestly don't know. How about you all explain to me what happened and maybe I can help, but I can't promise much, as I can't remember all that much either."
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 26, 2005 21:28:57 GMT -5
Sullivan looked at the hunter, baffled, but replied anyway. "Someone told me you were on our side, somehow, but anyway, we just escaped off of an exploding UNSC cruiser. Does that spark any memories?"
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 21:33:13 GMT -5
"Nope. All I know is that I'm what you humans call a hunter and I'm probably named Fasu."
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Post by Umbrafire on Aug 30, 2005 21:14:11 GMT -5
((umm...i dont know anything about Fasu, so I cant post...but no one else seems to be RP-ing....someone post, or something!)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Aug 30, 2005 23:30:24 GMT -5
Rema had simply been laying still for a few moments now, the crash must have caused him to black out. Pain pounded in his head, in his arms, in his body, and even -it seemed- in his blood. His semi-concious mind had caught words of the conversation between the hunter and the pilot but he hadn't registered them until now. Slowly, Rema tried opening his eyes though he clamped them shut again when he felt pins and needles poking into them. "We...," the technician's voice caught in his throat, "Well, it's possible that he lost a part of himself in the fray." Rema's voice was still soft and hoarse, so he wasnt sure if anyone could hear him clearly. "A hunter is made up of many smaller organisms, or so I've read. I'd assume that those that held his memories must have been damaged or lost in the fighting..." Rema's throat hurt a little, so he didn't mention the fact that he had only read that in a lunatic's studies. For all he knew, he could be dead wrong and the hunter could have just been an idiot. His grin hurt his mouth a little.
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