EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 17, 2005 21:02:17 GMT -5
((that depends, is this the person that goes to my school who talked about this RP with me today? Sorry for lack of name, trying to keep the privacy up I guess. Also, its Ackerson, sorry, I'm just being spelling oriented today))
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((in retrospect, you MUST be the person from my school, seeing as how your screen-name is his last and first names jumbled together slightly.))
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((damn, I really have to check my private messages first, lemme think for a bit first about it, I'll probably have an answer for you in school tom.))
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EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 18, 2005 18:43:53 GMT -5
((well guys, I'd like you all to welcome durco to this RP! He goes to my school and in my oppinion is very talented. He has done RP's before, so no worries. As of this moment I am handing over control of all characters on the bridge to him (don't worry, he will only truly control one character). If there are any questions or complaints, please post.))
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 18, 2005 20:01:47 GMT -5
(( I hope he posts often enough so the RP can continue running smoothly))
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 18, 2005 21:47:16 GMT -5
Dropping behind the cover of a metal support beam, Rema popped out at random times to take shots at the convenant. He knew his aim was less than perfect, and his hands were shaking in excitement. Attempting to clear his mind, a single thought ran through his mind. He could shoot at an easy target on the grunts... They breathed stored methane from a tank on their backs. Kneeling behind the beam, Rema tried to aim his pistol at a tank on a grunt, a plan formulating in his mind. He had to time his shots with the flame thrower. One tounge danced out across a number of grunts, the technician quickly fired a bullet at a grunt's tank of methane. The shot ricocheted off of a wall. Silently cursing, Rema ducked behind his cover as a plasma ball flew at him. Taking another chance, he attempted to shoot one more time. His eye lined up with the tank through the sites... his finger twitched on the trigger... the flames erupted from the thrower... It was a hit. The escaping methane caught on the flame and exploded into a quickly burning inferno, expanding the range of the flame. Grinning, Rema took aim once more.
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 18, 2005 22:05:50 GMT -5
Shots from Rema's direction rang out again and a second grunt exploded. This time Roger realized what the technician was doing and targeted the grunt who had chosen to stand close to the two jackals. The jackals did not see the purpose until it was too late. Two shots missed the already burning grunt before the third hit; Rema's aim was less than commendable. The third bullet ruptured the methane tank on the grunt's back, once again causing a burst of flame that spread to the unwary Jackals.
Roger was unprepared for the sudden barrage of plasma fire from the remaining grunts and elites. The searing plasma melted the side of his flamethrower as he held it up to protect his face. One shot burned his hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. Roger weighed his options quickly as the covenant leveled their weapons to finish him off. He chose to run back to Rema's position as there was no available cover where he stood. Plasma grazed him as he ran with agility that belied his age. "Cover me!"
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 18, 2005 22:30:13 GMT -5
Without the support of a flamethrower, things would get much more difficult. Reloading his firearm as fast as possible, Rema imagined the timing of his shots. Attempting much the same tactic, Rema hoped his bullets could make enough sparks to light the gas. Aiming once more, slightly more confidently this time, Rema fired once shot into the methane tank, and another once into a wall right beside it in quick succession. Although the flame did not spark, the grunt did begin to convulse in his suffocation, shooting in all directions, taking out a number of his comrades. The next attempt worked well, and the hall was rocked with the explosive power of a grenade, grunts flying in many directions. Rema hoped that some of the effects of his labor would be adverse to the bigger game. The elites still seemed to be fairly unharmed. Taking aim at one of their heads, Rema wondered if their shields where still intact...
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EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 19, 2005 13:02:39 GMT -5
((don't worry about him posting because his character is not with us yet, so his events are unrelated to our character's at the moment. Also, it will be summer break soon so there should be no problem when our characters meet. I actually don't even know when they will meet yet, as it's up to durco mostly. We have been discussing his character in school, and its pretty nice. It'll make a good addition. On another note, is Pip going to be posting soon? I don't mean to rush him, especially since I've was gone much longer. I just don't want to leave him out. No worries.))
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Post by Niccolo on May 19, 2005 15:07:12 GMT -5
(Pip has embraced his lazy side, and I do not believe he will post again)
Damn humans. So weak. Such worthless warriors. Must I do everything myself?
Fasu rushed the remaining covenant, slaying several with swings of his shield, and more with point blank fuel rod shots. He rushed a trio of elietes, trampling one and squishing him to pulp. He then realized what a fool he'd been as the two others flanked him, blazing away with their plasma rifles into the hole in his back armor. He crumpled to the ground, his world spinning.
Is this it? Am I to die here?
He lost his train of thought as he slipped into unconsiousness.
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 19, 2005 15:20:06 GMT -5
Roger reached the safety of the hallway in time. Without a weapon though, he was useless. Looking around, he grabbed a fallen SMG and stood next to Rema. He saw Fasu fall from the elite's attack. He raised his new weapon and pulled the trigger, expecting a hail of bullets. The resounding click of the empty gun told him otherwise.
"It's up to you!" he said to Rema. "Get them!"
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 19, 2005 16:24:52 GMT -5
Scrounging around in his pockets clumsily, the techincian eventually found one of his last remaining clips of ammunition. Loading it into the pistol, Rema had already choosen his target. Despite his strong disliking of any covenant, he knew it would be a great loss to let this new hunter ally die. With all the concentration he could muster, Rema shut out all external sounds and sights, it was only him and his target. A single shot rang out, and a bullet burried itself in an elite's forehead, its shields still weak from the explosions. In his meditation, another covenant took notice of its assailant, quickly blasting off a number of plasma rounds in the direction of the crew member. Rema barely noticed in time, dodging the shot. His firearm had not been so lucky, and its barrel melted in his hands. Hurling the tool at the one whom had shot at him, Rema quickly spun around, desperately hoping to find a usable weapon. A metallic gray cyllinder dropped from his coat pocket in his haste. Kneeling down to pick it up, Rema could not for the life of him remember how it had gottten into his pocket. Hearing a whirring noise down the hallway, Rema spun his head, there stood an elite, an energy sword held in its hands. It clicked in his mind right then. Desperately dashing past the older fighter, Rema tried to figure out the activation of his new weapon. Smacking the metal against his hand, the blade finally showed itself, two glowing purple flames spewed forth from their sheath. There were two things Rema could do in combat: Shoot a pistol, and swing a sword. A human sword at least. Let's hope I can do the same with an alien one...
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EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 21, 2005 9:03:02 GMT -5
((don't worry about durco's lack of a post right now guys, he's cooking up something great for the bridge crew. I've been talking about it with him and it should be a pretty long post. On a separate note, if Pip continues to not post for a while without posting a reason for his absence, we might have to leave his character behind... somehow we could lose contact with him and not be sure of his fate. That way, when he comes back, he just has to explain what happened. This is the last thing I want to do, seeing as how I did not post for a long time either. If anyone goes to school with him please ask him what he plans to do.))
O'Connor peered around the smouldering crate, have they forgotten about me already? Idiot covenant, time to pay the butcher's bill. With every covenant focused on Rema and company, it was easy for John to sneak up on the first grunt he saw. With quick movements, he darted from grunt to grunt, slicing open their throats, careful not to sever a methane tank and give himself away. Soon there were only three elites left, standing around the fallen hunter. Suddenly the veteran elite in crimson armor broke off from the group, charging at Rema with an energy sword in hand. O'Connor cursed mentally, realizing that he would have to take care of the two other elite rookies before he could assist Rema. By that time, the elite could cut through everyone.
Gotta make this fast, he thought to himself as he began running full speed at the nearest of the two elites. Reversing his grip on the blade, he leapt into the air and brought in down onto the first elite. In all his planning, the Cutter had forgotten about the elite's shield, and the blade bounced harmlessly away from it's head. oh sh*t. The two elites turned towards O'Connor and grinned in pleasure.
Plasma shots scorched the air where O'Connor had just been for the second time that day. Fortunately for him, these elites were still rookies, complete with the blue armor, and they were horrible shots. Although hardly anyone is a good shot when someone is in their face trying to cut their throat. John ducked and weaved from the point blank shots, constantly jabbing his knife at the the first elite to take out the shields. Suddenly an alien hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. He had forgotten about the second elite. He struggled against it's muscles of iron until he was pistol-whipped to submission. Elated at it's victory, this elite held a stunned O'Connor in the air by his wrist while the other firmly planted the plasma rifle against his chest. Gotta time this just right...
Plasma again filled the air, but this time it was accompanied by alien screams of frustration. The Cutter grinned with satisfaction as he flipped over his captor's back, allowing it to take several plasma shots from his partner before they realized what was happening. Momentarily forgetting about the marine on his back, the elite shot back at his partner in rage. This was all the opportunity the Cutter needed, and he quickly buried his knife into his captor's brain before his shields could recharge. The elite collapsed and its grip on his wrist gave way, but the knife held firm in the alien skull. Thinking fast, O'Connor lept to the second elite, grabbing a plasma grenade from its belt. In two quick movements he primed the grenade and shoved it down the elite's mandible mouth, kicking it away so he would not get caught in the explosion. As the elite burned in plasma, he allowed himself a grim smile, stupid rookies. He then retrieved his knife and ran to assist Rema, if it wasn't too late.
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 21, 2005 12:04:04 GMT -5
Raising his sword to block his opponent, Rema once more blocked out all other lifeforms, it was him and his target. He wasn't ready for the power behind the blow, and it sent his sprawling on his back. Quickly rolling out of the way of a powerful finishing blow, the technician lept ot his feet. As a child he had always been facsinated by melee weapons, and had taken numerous fighting classes, his dexterity far outmatched his strength, though, and he knew he couldn't fend off an elite by himself for long. He was on his feet by the time the elite had recovered from its missed attack. Diving for the Covenant, Rema made a quick jab with the dual blade, though the sword alone could not pierce the shield. Once more, Rema dodged an attack, ducking under a wide arc, and strafing behind the elite. Catching it off guard, Rema made the hardest swing that he could, though the way he had to hold the blades made it difficult. A satisfactory buzz rended the air as Rema cut through the shields and cut the skin on the elite's leg. This was only an injury, though, and Rema knew it would not hinder the conenant for long. Leaping backwards a few times, the tecnician hoped he could lead the elite into a charge. This worked, but the elite screamed in rage, its sword held in a position that showed it would make a very strong strike. Fearfully, Rema held up his blade, hoping he could block the brunt of the attack.
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durco
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Post by durco on May 23, 2005 13:19:16 GMT -5
I didn't quit the damn ODSTs for this. Corporal Asa "Ace" Perin thought as he and the other three members of the bridge honor guard rained fire into the blast doors the Covenant were so desperately trying to make their way through. The Captain seemed unfazed, staring silently out of the forward viewport while the AI did its work. All four of the bridge officers were alive, but two of the four bridge technicians had been claimed by enemy plasma. Ace peered down at the weapons display on his battle rifle to see that it was almost on empty. With only one clip left, he had to make each shot last. He wasn't any crack shot, but his two years of ODST duty served him well. During his service he had seen action numerous times, his unit becoming one of the more decorated ones. Things had been going well until Reach. His unit had been stationed at one of the weapons development centers on the military complex planet, doing some early testing for the Battle Rifle. He had gotten a two-day pass and headed off-world for a few days when the Covenant struck. All his comrades, his brothers, were killed, and his unit was disbanded. Instead of being reassigned to a new ODST group, Ace requested transfer to the cushy job of Bridge Honor Guard on some random cruiser in the middle of nowhere "Oh ****!," screamed one of the technicians as a plasma grenade sailed through the smoke-filled doorway and stuck to the back of the Head Weapons Officer, who had been preparing to fire the working weapons at the Covenant ship. His piercing scream broke through the din of combat as he whirled around the bridge flailing before the inevitable explosion. One of the other Honor Guard members, dove on the officer, knocking him to the ground seconds before the grenade exploded, destroying the officer into a pulp and tearing the Honor Guard into two pieces, at the chest. Blood sprayed across the room, raining down bits of flesh and organic material. If this fighting keeps up, thats how were all going to end up, we need to get out of here fast. Ace yelled to one of his teammates, "We need to get moving! Now!" "You think I don't agree! But in case you hadn't noticed, we're pinned down here!" the Honor Guard yelled in reply. Smartass. An elite charged through the door, the first to make it through the gauntlet of fire in a few minutes. Ace unloaded on him, finishing up the clip, combined with the fire of his teammates, the elite quickly went down, but not without scoring some hits on various pieces of computer technology with his plasma rifle, causing them to spark and sputter. "We're gonna have to do something!" yelled Ace, "I say we frag them and make a run for it, we can't just wait here to die!" The Captain turned and addressed him calmly, "Don't panic, Cornwallace has nearly completed the necessary deletions." Ace rolled his eyes and snapped his last clip into the battle rifle. The fighting continued for several minutes until his clip ran dry and full-scale panic set in. Then suddenly the fire from the hall stopped and silence prevailed. "Stay sharp! It could be another grenade!" he yelled.
((To Be Continued))
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 30, 2005 3:55:12 GMT -5
((Is everyone waiting for me to post again? My bad...))
O'Connor rounded a bend in the hallway praying that everyone was safe, but what he saw didn't comfort him at all. Rema was locked in a tense duel with the veteran elite, the heretic grunt was nowhere to be seen, and Roger was frantically searching for a weapon to use. Not the best of circumstances by far.
Acting quickly, John brought both of his hands to his shoulders and brought them back down. Almost out of nowhere, two flat, silver throwing knives buried themselves into the charging elite's calves. This pair was soon followed by another as the Cutter tried to buy time for Rema. His satisfaction soon turned into disbelief as the veteran continued to charge the tech officer. O'Connor quickly acted on his only option. My God, this is so stupid, he thought as he sprinted after the elite, I should have retired. And with that thought he jumped onto the elite's back, trying to get his knife into its throat. Unfortunately, the knife caught on the veteran's helmet, and it clattered uselessly to the floor. Holding on as best he could, John called out to his teammates, "Somebody take him down!"
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 30, 2005 19:08:29 GMT -5
Taking his chance, Rema dashed at the elite's brief lapse in concentration, attempting to bring the blades across the covenant's throat. The sword' strange construction and heavy weight, however, made it very difficult for the technician to slash the blade high enough. It ripped through the alien's stomach, making a hissing noise as the twin blades passed through the elite's skin. Rema was pleasantly suprised when the wound let forth no blood, the wound was burned shut. "The heat cauterized the cut..." With renewed confidence, Rema took both hands and once more tried for the neck. This time it was a hit. The veteran's head rolled off its neck and fell to the ground, once again there was no blood. Dropping the energy sword to the ground, the blades deactivcated as some unseen button was pressed against the metal floor. Rema just noticed the sergeant on the fallen elite's back. "Is that it?"
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