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 Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:17 am
 HangarThe Shuttle Bay is the most open area of any UNSC ship, and usually is the safest harbor for Pelicans and Longsword Interceptors, and is where MBT's and Warthog LRV's are stored. This is where most Marines depart from the relative safety of the ship and enter into their own hell. /DC77-TC Pelican Listings/
Juliet /119/
Charlie /346/
Delta /401/
Foxtrot /601/
Alpha /643/
Romeo /729/
Tango /823/
Echo /886/
Bravo /209/
Victor /923/
/Vehicle Listings/
M12 Warthog LRV: x4 (Destroyed) / x10 (Intact)
MG121 Warthog LAAV: x2 (Destroyed) / x5 (Intact)
M808B Scorpion MBT: x3 (Condition Uknown) / x6 (Intact)
C709 Longsword Interceptor: x1 (Damaged) / x20 (Intact)
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 9:19 pm
Michael walked over to a weapons crate in the hangar and looked inside for a moment, seeing a weapon he hadn't seen before. "Hey, Marine, what's this beauty called?" he asked the corporal standing with a checklist next to the crate. The corporal didn't look at him but spoke anyways, "It's the MA6B Pulse Action Rifle, proto-type for the higher ranking officers. They're nice huh?" Michael looked at the guns and then cursed himself for being dazed by the beauty. He walked over to the Marine sitting on the ground by the Pelican who was crying. "Hey, kid, it's time to move on."
The Marine looked up at him and spoke in a cruel and cold voice, "You have no idea what it's like to lose your best friend... sir." Michael took his helmet off so he could see his face and tucked it under his arm, sitting down next to him. "I know better than you think. I lost my best friend on Reach. My instructor who had taught me not to leave my team behind and taught me to protect them at all costs. He was slaughtered by an Elite and I plan on finding that one and shoving my Pistol down his throat and make it eat lead. I only wish I didn't have to see it. I was hiding behind some crates and I watched them kill him. They ripped him limb from limb and stuck one of their swords through his chest. Now I'm here watching after your asses just like he watched over mine."
The Marine had stopped crying but looked sad still. Michael put an arm around him and gave him a quick and brief hug. "Stick with me kid. Go see if you can make ODST, I think you can. I want you to help me kick some Alien a**. Become an ODST, that's an order soldier and never expect me to hug you again." He smiled and so did the Marine as he said, "Yes sir." The marine jumped up and ran to the elevator. That kid has potential Michael started thinking, he could be the one to save my a** one of these days, maybe even the Human race if he puts his mind to it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 12:11 am
SPARTAN 108 scanned through his team roster as he walked through what remained of Alpha Platoon as they gathered up in their individual squads. He sighed quietly at himself as he went down the list of KIA's and MIA's, noticing the great losses they had taken while down on that ring. He placed his BR55 on a nearby crate as several Marines gathered whatever spare ammunition they could to return to the armory, before he walked through the crowd of personel.
He knew he could easily be seen in the middle of the mass of Marines, but also knew that most were currently trying to find their companions, fearing they were lost in the battles on the surface. He didn't have to worry about such things, since his usual team was always with him, and they were the only people he thought he could rely upon. The second-in-command of his team, ODST Master Sergeant Glenn Hallick, was already busy getting together the rest of his team in order to put together their report of what when on below Theta Halo's surface. He knew the Sergeant could just contact him if he needed his input on the report as he left the shuttle bay, heading off towards the elevator that would lead to the bunkers, needing some sleep now more than ever as he did.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 7:36 am
'Crap shoot'. Those words played through Michaels head as he stood up and placed the ODST helmet back on. He scanned the hangar and decided it would be best to grab a weapon now and then head back to the Bunkers. Then his eye caught an ODST standing by the pelican he was just at, "Can I help you son?" The ODST turned and shouldered his BR55.
"Yeah, don't call me son. I'm part of the 112th, what about you?" said the ODST walking towards him. He sounded cocky so he was probobly young, battle scorn so he probobly had experience, and above all a little crazy. Michael turned and grabbed a BR55 from a weapons crate and the stocked up on as many clips as possible.
He turned to the ODST and said, "Yeah, I'll see you in hell. I'm in the 112th too." The ODST looked a little shocked at what he said but he moved on to the elevator for some well needed rest. He had a long day down on Halo and he wanted some shut-eye before he did anything else.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:49 pm
The SPARTAN silently strode into the massive empty space known as the hangar. He headed to the only docked Pelican that seemed to be active, the others being repaired or simply weren't accompanied by the sound of roaring engines. Not truly knowing if the two Marines were behind him, he gladly climbed into the aft compartment of the Pelican.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:54 pm
Michael walked out of the elevator and moved quickly over to the pelican. He had caught a quick glimpse of the SPARTAN as he entered the peli. His thoughts were racing from revenge to the Halo. His face went pale for a second when realization hit him like a 30 cal. He was mortal and he could die. Lifting the harness, Michael sat down and strapped himself in, "This is what us ODSTs live for."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 10:03 pm
((FierceKnight's offline? Well...His loss.))
The SPARTAN looked back to ensure that the aft hatch was closing, before reaching up and grasping one of the recessed rungs that always hang above him, having always prefered to stand in a Pelican as he felt the pilot feed more fuel to the engines, and being rewarded with the ship lifting up and off of the landing pad. He couldn't hear the sound of alarms blaring outside of the ship as the massive hangar doors managed to slowly part, providing their exit as the Pelican darted towards and out of the Titan. Finding this to be the perfect time, he clicked on his COM system and spoke quietly to the two ODSTs he had brought with him. "First, we're going to be docking with the Armengald, before borrowing four of their HAVOK nuclear warheads. We're going to dock, load up, and get out so we don't overstay our welcome. Got that?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 10:08 pm
Michael looked over at the SPARTAN and spoke into the com, "Yes sir." He didn't have to say much, he understood all of it. They would load the nukes onto the ring and leave, then blow it to kingdom come. Good plan, but to simple. Something didn't feel right already.
[Edit: Night, I'm going to bed. I've got practice at 5 in the morning. I made the Water Polo team for highschool.]
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 3:56 pm
Michael dashed from the pelican through the marines and to the elevaotr where he hit the button for the Main Bridge. He needed to see the ring be destroyed himself, in person. He wanted the assurence that it was going to be blown to hell. But he was sure that it was. They had planted the missiles on the ring and those alone would give it one hell of a bang. The evelator doors shut and it rose to the Main Bridge.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 7:55 pm
*Linda or known to most of the crew and other pilots as Twilight or Firefly, entered the Bay, readying her Assult rifle. She made her way past the Worthogs and fuleing tanks and Marines to her Pelican. Sat down on a crate next to her bird and took a sip from her flask, glanceing around at the Marines, wondering who she was takeing to their deaths next.*
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:42 am
*Linda watched as a flight control officer approched her holding a clipboard.*
"How are we today, 'Fly?"
*She shruged and took a swig from her flask, setting the rifle across her lap.*
"Could be better. When am I going next and who am I takeing?"
"Never one for small talk, eh? Anyway you leave at 1800 hours with two other Pealigan loaded of Mariens down to the planet. Seems we have another curoise group of Covenite again. Need to teach them a lesson...again. Anyway your takeing part of Charley platoon down. Good luck and come back in one peice. We can't lose your piloting skills, Sarg."
*Linda laughed quietly then said in a not boasting slightly, exotic accent*
"This is my 30th mission on the Titain. I don't intend to get shot down and ruin my record of 300 and counting. Hooah and see you on the other side."
"See you then, Sarg. Get a couple of them for me, ok? Not much action going on up here since the Captain distroyed Halo."
*He gave a salut then turned and walked way, pauseing at one group of pilotes for a moment then went back to where the flight crews stored the Worthogs.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 4:05 pm
*Linda yawned and looked at the clock. Another figur was approching her, smoking. Linda scowled at him and grabed his cigerete and ground it out on his armor.*
"No smoking on my bird, not while I'm still kicking."
"Your in a good mood today, aren't you Firefly? Well let's get this show on the road."
*He strode confentinly into the Pelican, sliping into his chair and putting his hemlate on. Linda stood up, readied her gun and headed into her pealigan. Linda set the gun down carefuly next to the pilot seat and sliped into it. She grabed her pilot's helmet off the dashboard and slide it carefuly onto her head. Linda took the familar controls and preped the bird ready for flgiht, it's HUD poswering up on the screen along with the engines and main power.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 3:36 pm
*Linda sat back and waited as the Mairnes she and the other two pelicans streamed into their birds quickly. Once Pelican-039 was full, She tuned her mike into her on board frequency, flipping switchs and bringing the rest of the systems online.*
"Welcome to Firefly's bird, known to most on this ship as Red-039. You are my guest on this trip. You are only on here my my leave and mine only. Do not touch anything unless I tell you to. Got that?"
*One of the marines near the middle of the ship and growled over the Com back at her.*
"And who are you to tell us what we can and can't do on a navy owned ship?"
*Linda got really angrey and drew her pistole, twisting her seat around and pointing it perfeactly at the Marine who had spoken out without looking back at them.*
"One, this is my ship now. I've had it for 3 years and over 300 succesful missions with no crashs and over 50,000 dead convent under my belt just from this Pelican. Two, I am a supior officer and you shall address me so. And finaly, If you don't like my rules, get off now and get court marshalled for desertion. Your choice and you need to answer me now."
*He sat back down sulking quitly.*
Yes, Sir. I'd like to go get a couple of those Heck bringers a piece of my mind."
*Linda twisted her chair back around, slipping the pistole back onto her hip and resumeing pre-flight prep.*
"Deck Leader, this is Red-039. Are we clear to soar?"
"You've got the green light, Sarg. Get a couple covinte for me, will you?"
*She eased the large Pelican out of the bay and into the inky blackness of space, quickly picking up speed. There was nowhere on a planet or ship where she felt more at home out in space.*
"Can and will do, Etianne. Can and will do. Bravo leader out."
*Linda switched off her Com and flew qucikly toward the planet and the battle below.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:23 am
Michael gazed out the lift doors as they opened up. In the bay he saw what seemed to be a ton of crates. From what he knew he only ordered one custom rifle. They would probobly only be more ammunition for the Marines. He stepped out of the lift and over towards a smaller crate where a young marine was standing examining a list. "Soldier, has a weapon come for a Master Gunnery Sergeant Michael R. Hammer?" he asked the marine. The respnse was ill sounding to his ears, "Sorry sir, nothing as of yet." Michael nodded and waved his hand going to head back to the lift when the marine spoke up again, "Actually I think it just arrived. It's the orange crate over there." The marine gestured with his pen behind him emphasizing the word there. Michael smiled and walked over to the crate, picked it up and set it on the table to his right. He pried the crate loose and found his rifle there. It was a beauty.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:34 am
Michael looked at each of the pieces and smiled brightly. His day was begining to get better with each second. Now that his weapon was here he would be putting it to good use in future missions. The weapon was disassembled so Michael figured he'd put it together later, either up at the firing range or at his bunk. Now, the question was, had the ammunition come as well. 15mm flunker specials were hard to get these days but he had found someone and ordered them back on earth when they had previously made a pit stop. It seemed like his gun would be ready for their next mission.
And then he remembered that the bullets would be hidden inside another crate, full of BR55s. Michael guessed that 15mm's would add to the weight but that was just a theory. He walked over to one of the crates and knocked on the side, listening for the hollow spot. He didn't find it. So he moved onto the next crate, and the one after that. Then finally when he knocked on the fourth crate he found the hollow spot. It was in the middle towards the bottom. He smirked and went back to the table, marking that spot in his mind and grabbed the butt of the gun from the crate. It was heavy and it would work.
Michael walked over to the crate and aimed the butt of the gun dead center on the hollow part. Then after waiting long enough he broke in the wood. The crate didn't fall apart nor did anything fall out. Stacked inside the hollow compartment were 20 MA6B Pulse Action Rifles. "Smart" said Michael to himself as he grabbed one of the rifles, "Very smart indeed." He clicked the button on the side letting the clip fall out. And there they were. He kept the clip and set the rifle aside grabbing another. He did the same thing, keeping a pile of rifles and clips. Then the marine from before showed up, without armour and a ODST Uniform.
Michael looked up at him as he finished unloading the fourth rifle. "What is it kid? Why don't you have that uniform?" asked Michael reaching in to grab another rifle. The marine sighed and then smiled, "I made ODST sir, all my stuff is by my bunk. I didn't want to put it on just yet." Michael unloaded the sixth rifle. "Oh really? So what squad are you in..." said Michael pausing for a name. "Jacobs sir, Nicoli Jacobs. I'm not quite sure what squad I'm in sir" said the marine. Michael nodded his head as he unloaded the 8th rifle, "I'll talk to the captain and I'll see if I can get you into Alpha squad." The marines face lit up, "How can I repay you sir?"
Michael smiled and said to him as he finished the tenth rifle, "Come down here and help me unload these and then I'll tell you what to do after that." Jacobs did as he was told and got down grabbing five out of the crate and unloading them. After all the guns were unloaded Michael reached inside the crate, grabbing a standard marine duffle bag. He then opened the bag and shoved all the clips of ammunition and the butt of the gun inside the bag. He then zipped it up and tossed his pile of rifles back inside the compartment and Jacobs did the same. "Don't tell anyone about the ammunition son, people would kill for this stuff" said Michael as he stood up, picking up the heavy bag. Jacobs stood and went to salute him when he said, "And don't salute me, ever, unless we're in front of the brass. It makes me feel old."
Michael tipped his helmet to the marine and Jacobs waved back. He then strode over to the table with his gun on it. "Alright, let's get you all ready" he said as he placed the bag ontop of the table, then unzipping it. He grabbed each piece of the rifle and stuck them gentley into the duffle bag, being especially careful with the oracle scope. He then zipped it up and pulled it off the table by the handles. It was even heavier than before, but he didn't care. He had dealt with a lot heavier. Now all he needed was the grenades for the secondary fire. He could get those in the firing range, no problem. Michael then quickly strode over to the lift and hit the button for the barracks. He wanted to go back to his bunk to assemble his gun. Then he would take it to the firing range. All his thoughts decided to go with him as he began to go up with the lift, towards the barracks.
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