EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Oct 12, 2004 22:19:58 GMT -5
(((Hello all, I have returned from the gauntlet of school to start another RP. This one will take place in the Halo universe. In this RP, we begin on a UNSC light cruiser, The Mantis. Where it goes from there is anybody's guess. Now for the rules (oh goody!). Nobody can be Master Chief, NO EXCUSES. You will be able to make your character as a marine or naval officer, or something of the sort. Just because you're not Spartan doesn't mean your character can't kick ass, he just can't be godlike. You can have your character skilled with various weapons or devices, or create a guy who's just normal with everything, it's up to you. The weapons that will be in this RP will be limited to the selection in HAlo/Halo PC. We will refrain from using Halo 2 weapons until the game is actually out. For now, only one character per RP'er, although this could change later. For now, please make your character a human, as this is important to the story. That's all the rules I can think of for now, happy typing!)))
(((Oh yea, please try to keep this RP in the past tense. I think it sounds better that way heheh)))
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Oct 12, 2004 22:59:41 GMT -5
The UNSC light cruiser, The Mantis, was not exactly a prize fighter. Having not seen action in the past decade, most the crew, as well as the ship, had turned soft. The mantis' MAC single cannon, although formidable, was hardly maintained, and most likely in disrepair, as well as all 20 of the rocket pods situated along the ship. The numerous Longsword heavy fighters and Pelican dropships lay dormant in their bays, seldom used by the pilots except to sneak in a card game or two. The only members of the crew that still seemed razor sharp were new members of the crew or marines, and even they soon turned soft as well. This kind of ship hardly seemed like the kind of cruiser a Sergeant with a purple heart would serve on, but there was a good reason.
Sgt. John "Cutter" O'Connor was a man who others envied. The best marine in his unit, Cutter got his nickname from his vicious fighting tactics. He was slightly above average with his pistol and rifle skills, but his true mastery was in knives and blades of all sorts. It was even rumored that Sgt. O'Connor was the best knife fighter in the whole corps. This marine was headed for high places, but one event changed his life.
Sgt. O'Connor had been fighting on the front on the planet Haven, when his unit was overrun by hundreds of Covenant. The small squads of marines thought they were dead men, but the Covenant had another thing planned. Several marines were taken prisoner, Cutter and his buddies included, and slowly tortured to death one by one. After seeing his friends die in horrific ways, Sgt. O'Connor managed to break out of his containment with his concealed knife. When reinforcements arrived two days later, they found Cutter lying on the floor in a ball, whimpering, surrounded by the guts and gore of his teammates, as well as the covenant torturers, sliced open in various ways. Since then, Cutter's fighting spirit apparently left, leaving him as a broken man. This is how he landed duty on The Mantis.
((okay, there's the first post, I'm going to type up another one tomorrow hopefully, please bear with me and don't post till then. Comments are appreciated though, as long as they are in parenthesis. Guests, feel free to type up a comment as well, I would like to know what ANYONE thinks, even if its bad, as long as its constructive))#nosmileys#nosmileys
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Oct 27, 2004 15:32:12 GMT -5
(( ok so I took a bit longer to update, but its hard to fit this stuff in between the state tests and projects I've been getting. One thing I forgot to note, there WILL be cursing in this RP, the characters are marines and sailors, its what they do. So see what you think of my new plot.)) 01: Smash and Grab Sgt. Cutter took one step onto the dock of the Mantis and knew it for what it was. Just seeing the disshevled officer that was to lead him on a tour of the ship was enough to show him this was a ship that had not seen battle in ages. He tried not to show disdain as the tour began, finding it hard to believe he had actually been stationed here. It's not like I can blame the Corps., he reasoned to himself as he was led around the ship, I've gone soft, and so has this ship, we're perfect for each other.___________ Ah, life is good, thought Captain Ackerson, as he smoked one of his infamous cigars on the bridge of the Mantis. He watched the forward monitor as Warchief, another UNSC cruiser departed, having delivered the new marine. Soon he would again be alone on his little "paradise." Suddenly, the ship's AI, Sir Cornwallice, emerged from the holographic projector, the perfect image of the British Officer involed in a long forgotten war called the "Revolutionary War." "Captain Ackerson, sorry to trouble you, but I have some strange anomaly from the other side of the planet Marduk. It seems that some object has slipped out of slipspace and has now just reentered on a trajectory for this position." Cpt. Ackerson's blood ran as cold as steel. The Covenant had come. "Oh Christ," he managed to utter before the departing Warchief was blown into a thousand hot fragments from a plasma explosion. "sh*t!" cried Ackerson, trying to think of something he could do. "Cornwallice, get every weapon and fighter operational now! Start turning us on an attack run to-" Ackerson was thrown from his seat by a huge explosion at the stern of the Mantis. "What the hell was that!" "Sir," Cornwallice stuttered, "They have hit our engines, we're floating dead in space. Also, all main weapons seem inoperable." "This can't be happening," Ackerson said weakly as he sank in his seat, "What can we do now?" "Sir, the Covenant don't seem like they want to destroy us. Instead they are sending boarding craft at us. It seems they are after the coordinates for Earth." Ackerson straightened in his seat, "No, I can't let that happen, Cornwallice, put the ship on code red, we can only hope the Marines can hold them off, but even then, the Covenant would just shoot us down with plasma. There's no hope for us now. _____________ O'Conner stood up slowly, checking for injuries. "Thank god, I'm ok, what the hell hapenned?" he turned to ask the tour guide, and froze. The officer stared back at Cutter with cold, unseeing eyes, blood slowly trickling out of the gash in his head. "sh*t!" he screamed, backing away from corpse. "What the hell is going on!?" ((it might not be the best, but that's what I've got to give, anyone join in if you want, just follow the rules. If noone posts for a day I'll keep something going. Hope you like it so far.))
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Oct 27, 2004 15:34:02 GMT -5
((on another note, PLEASE TAKE OFF THE CURSE WORD MODIFIER PLZ! Marines don't say "nuts"!!!))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Nov 15, 2004 22:13:57 GMT -5
In a panic, the tech worker Rema through himself to the wall. His breathing deep and heavy, seemed to fill his lungs with an unholy air. What was -that-!? I've seen so much battle, please let it just be a malfunction in the system... . The booming voice from the intercom shattered his composure even more: "We are entering code red, all marines to stations. I repeat, all marines to stations!" Dashing franticly to his small computer near the helm of the mantis, he noticed o'connor, bleeding, and a tourguide resting on the floor in an ever growing pool of blood. "S-sarge? Are you alright sergeant?" Rema had to fight the knot growing in his chest at being so close to one such as "cutter" o'conner. Without waiting for a response, Rema pulled a medpack out from under his dark blue uniform, shoving it into O'connor's hands. Again, he rushed off, thankful to be away from the man. Perhaps I can be of assistance... I suppose I do know how to work a pistol, we had to learn in training. Rema passed a dead marine on the ground and pried the man's pistols from his hands.Highly responsive to the last...Rema hated blood, and the cold hunks of metal rattled in his quivering hands. Glancing at a nearby holo-screen, Rema noticed that the ship's engines and weapons systems had been obliterated; and that a covenant ship loomed ever closer to the defenseless Mantis. Perhaps the weapons could be repaired using the back up systems... I just need to find the right station and the right repair-bots. Anything to avoid more gunshots... anything. The young man's white knuckles froze on the pistol at the thought.
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Post by Niccolo on Nov 20, 2004 20:58:21 GMT -5
Igdio Golo Fasu reclined in his captian's chair aboard the Sahlashaska, his fuel rod cannon resting beside him. How long had it been since his last job? Two? Three months? Him and his crew longed for battle, and, not to mention the amazing pay that came from being a mercerenary. He was allmost drifting into sleep when his navigator, a wiry Jackal ley out a whoop of excitment.
"Hey boss! I thinks you're gonna like this!"
Fasu stood surprisingly quickly, his back spikes allmost touching the ceiling if the small craft. What he saw in the holo-panel was a sight for sore eyes. A humie craft in combat with a imperial fleet.
"HAH-HA! At last!" Fasu bellowed. "who do you think has the most to offer?"
"Judging how many of us are AWOL, the regals probably wont take our showing up to kindly, and humies normally have the most goods, I'd rather takemy chances with them."
Fasu flipped on the ships PA. "Suit up boys! We've found us a battle!" The crew of 15 or so let out a simultaneous cheer. Fasu then attemped to open a comm line with the humie ship. Looks like lerning English had been a good idea afterall.
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Pip
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Post by Pip on Nov 21, 2004 10:15:33 GMT -5
((Alright Demon, here I go))
Lt. Pip Baza grinned as he put on his flight suit. His small, Grunts body was quivering with ill-masked exitement. He pulled out the favorite of his many weapons: the Covenant Carbine. ((Are we allowed halo2 weapons now that it's out?)) Lt. Pip had left the Covenant 5 months earlier and hadn't regretted it since. He jumped into a boarding pod. "Boys, let's Roll!"
((Ok, Demon, Pip is a leutenant on Fasu's ship, who left the covenant after witnessing the torture of Cpn. Cutters friends. Incedentially, that was what saved him frm cutter's wrath. However he didn't torture anyone.))
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Post by Pip on Nov 21, 2004 15:17:49 GMT -5
((I think I'll expand on my stuff since no one else posts )) Lt. Baza was shocked. The Covenant battle cruiser was just a TEENIE bit bigger than he'd expected. Pip decided to go for a very cautious line of attack, and checked the navscreen. So far most of the ship hadn't noticed him. They would now. ______________________________________________________ "Let's go!" Pip swung into action, hitting the thrusters and spiraling into a wild dive only the dumbest Grunt could miss. As he predicted, some of the plasma cannons turned toward him, and he was soon under heavy flak. He boarded to the sound of "You crazy freak!" in his comm and "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" in his pod. He quickly jumped out into the cargo bay of the Covenant ship and loaded his Carbine. No one was around. He could here the sound of fighting in the corridor to his left. Pip silently crept towards the noise. When he peeked around the corner, he saw a sorry sight. A few frightened Marines were trying to hold off a horde of Grunts led by an Elite. Angered, Pip grabbed his plasma grenade and threw. It landed, hitting the Elite square in the chest. The explosion that followed shook the room, but by the time the smoke cleared more Grunts had arrived and were firing on him. Pip opened fire while retreating towards his pod. He melted the door lock, which gave him just enough time to jump back into his pod and sail through the rapidly closing cargo bay doors. As he flew towards the humie ship, he saw a figure staning on the bridge that looked oddly familiar...
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Post by Niccolo on Nov 21, 2004 21:58:32 GMT -5
Fasu shook his head in a mix of amusement and confusion. Oi. That grunt is the craziest bastard I've ever met. Attacking a regal cruiser without support. Ah well, better reel him in.
"PIP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! We haven't even patched through to the humies yet! Get your skinny ass back here NOW!"
Fasu sighed. Pip was a good soldier,but his lack of control would be the death of him yet.
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Post by Pip on Nov 22, 2004 8:56:10 GMT -5
As Pip re-docked at his own ship, he was laughing so hard he could barely get out of his pod. "Did you see that?" he roared to the crowd of angry techs and senior officers that had already surrounded him. A techy he didn't quite know yet pulled him aside and said, "you know, I'm gunna be fixin' that pod for a month." Pip hung his head. "Sorry to make so much trouble for you," He demurely replied. But the tech smiled. "Although that was a very skillful run."
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Post by Pip on Nov 22, 2004 9:10:32 GMT -5
((Did not get to finish this last time))
Pip was still chuckling as he walked to the bridge.
"Captain, Lt. Pip Baza here, reporting he's not dead yet."
((There, that's all))
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Post by Pip on Nov 22, 2004 10:07:05 GMT -5
((One more))
Pip knew he was too reckless. He understood the fact that he was endangering his life, but he didn't care. Better to go down nobly in a fighting ship, than to be tortured like the poor humie soldiers he was forced to watch scream. He was a bad soldier, because he felt compassion. But ever since he renounced the Covenant, he felt better, rested well. In the evenings when they were not fighting, Pip would sit and talk to Yossarian, the small A.I unit he had constructed from spare A.I parts. He was not a mechanically minded Grunt. It had taken him years to build Yossarian, and she wasn't even close to the shipboard computers of the fleets. But Pip liked her, and cherished her. ______________________________________________________
Pip knew he was lucky to be on this ship. When the Captain had been hiring new recruits, he put them through a special test. The captain met Pip in a public square, and them had a sniper fire at them from across the square. Pip had turned around and shot the sniper in the three places his armor was weakest. He was paralyzed for a few minutes, but alive. And all the shot were fired from 300 yards. But the captain and he were also better friends than most. Pip was not afraid to tell Fasu what he thought, and Fasu was not afraid to say "Screw you" to Pip. He liked working for Fasu, and he hoped the Captain liked him too.
((Ok, this time I'm really done))
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Nov 22, 2004 20:33:29 GMT -5
((ok a few more things before I reply. 1: I like that I got a nice response from other people. 2: I don't know what the hell Demon and Pip are doing in the RP, so I'll ignore that for now. If it works out, it works out. 3: I am now making it official: only Halo 2 weapons may be used in the RP, unless the person asks me and I ok it. Last thing, someone can take over Captain Ackerson if they don't already have a character. Until he's claimed, anyone in the RP can control him for convenience. Here we go))
Cutter barely noticed the medpack thrust into his hands as the Navy crewman ran off. "Wait!" he called, struggling to his feet and chasing after him. "Please come back, I don't know this ship and-" he was interrupted as he tripped over the corpse of a fellow marine. It was then that he noticed the battle rifle still in the marines cold hands. "guess you won't be needing this," he said coldy as he removed it and searched the body for ammo. Finding only one spare clip, he proceeded down the hallways. It wasn't long before he became hopelessly lost in the maze that was The Mantis.
"Damnit," O'Connor muttered as he slung his newly acquired battle rifle and fumbled with a flashlight. He was in the middle of weaving through some of the ships support structures when a ball of superheated plasma slammed into his back. Searing pain tore through his back as he instinctively rolled and spun to face this threat: a trio of grunts.
Cutter immediately grabbed for his rifle, only then noticing that it had been completely destroyed by the blast, saving him in the process. Buddha's Balls, can I ever get a break!?, he thought as he checked his remaining weapon, his knife.
Slowly the lead grunt creeped torwards the strut where the human had fallen, being careful no to dislodge his breathing mask. The others watched him disappear behind the pillar anxiously, only hearing the faint gurgle of blood and then nothing more. In a frenzied panic now, they shot at the general area of the human, the fear of death in their eyes.
Cutter slowly examined the plasma pistol he took from the grunt, "Never used one of these before, but its worth a shot." Slowly he rose from his cover just enough to aim at one of the grunts and let off a charged plasma shot. Time seemed to slow down as the ball of green death slowly but surely rocketed towards the second grunt. He barely had time to scream as the plasma melted off the better half of his head. Cutter would have taken another shot at the last grunt, but the overheated pistol sent waves of pain through his hand and he was forced to drop it, crying out in pain. "One more to go," he growled, the all-to-familiar bloodlust rising in him as he drew his knife. Almost in the blink of an eye he was on the last grunt, who had begun to flee, and was tearing him limb from limb. He quickly reversed his blade and sent it into the beasts skull, ending its poor life in an instant. The whole fight had taken thirty seconds. The bloodlust leaving his body, O'Connor began to feel slightly weary. "Oh no, not again," he moaned, as he realized what he had done, "I've become a monster again." His wits regained, he slowly collected the needler, plasma pistol, and two plasma grenades from the two grunts and resumed his staggering through the ship.
((well there's my post. I personally think it's good, but if you think I could improve it, by all means tell me. I'm going to sleep for now though, so don't expect another reply like that from me for a little bit. Happy RP'ing)) #nosmileys#nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by Pip on Nov 22, 2004 20:54:44 GMT -5
((Evil Trigun, Demon and I are mercenary Covenant on a mercenary ship that happened upon the Mantis in it's plight. Pip Tried to draw it's fire but failed. If you don't like this please let me know I would be happy to change my posts. However I'm not sure Demon would.))
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Post by KiddoFreak on Nov 22, 2004 21:18:02 GMT -5
Hearing gunshots from some distance behind him, a few thoughts ran through his head. Rema grasped the pistols in his hands and charged off at the sound. If I'm not mistaken, an emergency control panel should be... His heart sank. Right around where O'Conner was... Anxiety pounded like blood through Rema's systems, causing a near - panic like state to arise within him. Running some access codes through his mind helped calm him a little as he ducked and weaved through the ship's spider web of support beams. Taking a deep breath he rounded another corner. Three dead grunts lay on the ground, forever captured in thier states of terror. One of them seemed to eerily stare at the knife. The knife in the hand of the cutter. There stood O'connor. Standing behind his back, Rema was pretty sure the sergeant hadn't heard him. It was strange for a marine not to be completely aware. Reaching a hand out to O'conner, Rema thought better of it, took a step back, and said in the most confident voice he could muster: "Sergeant? I'm s... I'm sorry for running off earlier. Just a little nervous is all. Sorry." Still grasping the pistols firmly in hand, Rema took a step forward then, after a moment, another, until he was right next to the other man. "I think I can reactivate the weapons systems, but I need someone to cover my back. I'm not so good when it comes to combat. Could you please help me?"
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