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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:45 pm
Belfast, located on the planet VerCrouse, is the last ship-producing facility in use by the UNSC, and, thanks to Reach's sudden destruction, has become a very important component in what remains of the military. Located directly below five Mark V MAC Satillites, which hover constantly above the planet's atmosphere, Belfast is one of the older bases in use by the military. Unlike Reach, this facility is mostly above the planet's surface, leaving it fairly exposed. The only part of the facility that is actually below the surface would be the large generators used to power the even larger MAC Satillites directly above the base. Thanks to Reach's fate, however, the UNSC has finally decided to give the base's defenses a well deserved makeover.
To eliminate the threat of ground forces just storming into the base, they decided to erect a massive wall of solid concrete in the shape of a hexagon, with each wall being over thirty feet in height and twenty feet thick. On top of each wall, which is another new feature, is a solid line of Ardent V Missiles and the less versatile Anaconda Surface-to-Air Missiles. Over a thousand of these batteries are mounted along the entire wall, which encircles the base. They are remotely controlled via the base's main AI, and every single launcher can be reloaded with missiles housed directly beneath them, within the wall itself, meaning they don't reload in the open, and possibly blow up the wall thanks to a lucky shot. Just outside of the wall are twelve MLA Autocannons, which are housed in concrete bunkers and placed, in twos, along each wall. These large weapons, which are usually used on UNSC captial ships, are also controlled by Belfast's AI.
The amount of ordinance used to defend the base at this point is massive, which shows how desperate the UNSC is to keep this facility functioning. Within the base, on the inner north and south walls, are two large Marine bunkers which are home to several divisions of Marines, whose soul purpose is to maintain the base's security. Each of these bunkers houses dozens of Warthog variants, six Scorpioin MBT's, as well as several vehicles for transporting weapons, ammo, fuel, and food, in case the troops were ever forced to leave the base for any reason. Also, thanks to their ability to vertically take off, each base has its own group of Skyhawk Fighters, in case the Covenant somehow manage to bomb the main airfield to the west of the WST facility. Near these two bunkers are more tools to aid the Marines, which are housed in large weapons cache. Everything from a BR55 to an anti-tank mine can be found in either of these Armories.
WST Manufacturing: WST is responsible for producing almost all of the Marine, ODST, and SPARTAN handheld weaponry. Every weapon that's stored in either of the armories was created at this facility.
AMG Transport Dynamics: AMG is responsible, mainly, for aiding in the production of the UNSC's warships, as well as the vehicles used for air and land based combat. This facility is one of the main reasons the UNSC decided to bulk up the defenses of Belfast.
Weapons Research Facilities: The smaller building, when compared to WST and AMG, is where the UNSC's more experimental programs are being tested. The renewed NOVA program, which has been rebuilt from the ground up, has already produced three of the devastating bombs. Another interesting project that's already underway is the creation of the XM12S1 Warthog LRV. Thanks to advancements in the research of Covenant shield systems, we've managed to produce our own vehicle with shields installed to run off of the modified engine's power, with a battery to be used as a back-up source.
Orbital Defense Generator Listing:
ODG Facility ß-348
ODG Facility ß-349
ODG Facility ß-350
ODG Facility ß-351
ODG Facility ß-352
Defenses:
Outer Wall:
50mm MLA Autocannons / 12
Ardent V Missile Racks / 550
Anaconda SAM Racks/ 550
Inner Wall:
November Bravo: (North Bunker)
M12 Warthog LRV / 35
M12G1 Warthog LAAV / 28
M12A1 Warthog LAAV / 16
M12A2 Warthog LAAV / 16
XM12S1 Warthog LRV / 3
M808B Scorpion MBT / 10
Skyhawk VTOL Fighter / 15
Armory Phi
Sierra Bravo: (South Bunker)
M12 Warthog LRV / 35
M12G1 Warthog LAAV / 26
M12A1 Warthog LAAV / 16
M12A2 Warthog LAAV / 16
XM12S1 Warthog LRV / 3
M808B Scorpion MBT / 10
Skyhawk VTOL Fighter / 15
Armory Upsilon
UEG Air Forces: (Belfast Air Forces)
Skyhawk VTOL Fighter / 60
D77-TC Pelican / 18
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 10:00 am
The quiet skies of Belfast drifted along the planets crust. Forest below reemed with life as animals continued their daily activities in their home...
Until the smoke started...
From the sky, a small dot, almost the size of a pinprick came into view. It slowly grew larger and spouted a long black smoke trail as it did. Once clear into view, the object hurled down towards the planet at breakneck speed, even with its parachute.
The ground erupted where it landed. Trees, Dirt and moss flew 20 feet into the air from the mighty force of this Machine.
The armored front of the vessel was producing a slight tumping noise. Suddenly, the front flew off from the force of a kick as a figure with blond hair and a blood stained black Uniform came out.
He stood out of the pod, and looked at his surroundings. Dusting himself off, he fingered his COM and spoke in a clear toned voice.
"This is Lieutenant Brennan of the UNSC Armengald. I request Immediate EVAC. Does anyone copy?"
He waited a full second for a humanish voice to reply.
"Roger that Lieutenant. This is Belfast Base, we hear you loud and clear. We will be sending EVAC immediately. So sit tight and we'll be there ASAP. Belfast out."
***
The air around Mike seemed to crack as the Pelican rush past the forests below. His Blond hair followed the wind as it rushed into the open rear door of the troopbay. Over the past 5 days, his life changed dramatically. He lost his 7 man crew within a matter of seconds and now is the lone survivor of a tragity that no other soul could have witnessed.
His stomach mimiced the movement of the Pelican. His Brain seemed to be on playback as he recalled the last of the horrific events 5 days ago. But, he knew he had to tell someone. Someone had to share what he knows.
He gave a depressing sigh and leaned his head back... continuing to view the movie in his head...
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:42 pm
***
The brilliance of lights and display pannels light up before Warrant Officer Nick Demaunt as he brought up the new specs to the project '---- ----- --- --------.' As he was told by his CO. For what reason he did not know, be he never asked questions, not even to a CO.
His fingers danced across the pannel like a dancer to a Waltz. Graceful, yet presevingly accurate to the last step.
"Bingo." he pronounced under his breath, his eyes fixed onto the screen before him.
A message layed before him in blue letters:
WHAT IS USED TO HIDE THAT OF WHICH HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN?
He typed a reply in the box below: INVISABLE INK
A sudden flash of code and to his reluctance, he found what he wanted. His eyes reflected the images of SPARTAN-III ----- -------, The recent anomaly of the planet code named '----', everything...
Being quick and as accurate as an arrow, he saved the files onto a palm pad. And with that, he left the room to shuttle bay five with great haste...
***
"So I assume you have heard about the recent events?" Colonel Sigfreud McCollins asked.
"Very miniscule details. But yes, I have." Captain Resnick replied.
The two of them proceeded down the Red Carpeted corridor of Belfast. The Facility, 'Tower of the Lords' as some come to know it, has become almost a black spot on the ONI record list. Almost secritive and descrete as the ONI itself, the facility was designed to look like it did not exist. Which it did very nicely.
The Captain's footprints were muffled into the carpet as he walked along the red path to the breifing room.
"Well, I have to say Captain, your very lucky yourself to have a SPARTAN onboard your ship. Hell, if I had even one, I would feel strong enough to take on the whole Covenant." McCollins said with great envy in his voice.
"Thank you Colonal. But rest assured, I dont feel 'lucky', I feel very secure. Knowing that the SPARTAN I have been assigned to work with is very loyal and understanding to myself and the CO's. Lucky is hardly the word to describe it..."
The Captain's words chilled the Colonal a little bit. His facial expression stayed the same way though. As if not beiong phased as the Captains words cut right through him like a Plasma bolt.
"Very true Captain." He finally replied back.
They had reached the Double pinewood doors of the underground section of the base, leading into the High Officer's Breifing Room.
Caprain Resnick gripped the handle to the door with a firm grip, pushing it down and opening the door.
"After you Colonal...." he said, gesturing with his hand.
(Please note that the --- sections were to prevent spoilers. They will be reveled soon)
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:03 am
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"Has anyone gotten through to the Titan?" asked Colonal McCollins. He shifted uneasilly in his chair.
"Well, Captain Resnick was assigned on Operation: HEADLONG with the Captain of the Titan; Captain Vincent Milay. What was the last transmition you transfered between the two of you Captain?" Said a voice from the other end of the table.
Captain Resnick cleared his throat and rubbed his dry hands together.
"We were just finished with the destruction of Theta Halo. My ship, the Armengald was damaged from a fight we had encountered with a Covenant Capital Ship. He proceeded after we emurged victorious, and 'towed' in a sence, my ship behind his. Then, he recived a signal from an unknown planet I take it. UNSC Bandwith-C. Thats when we spilt up. I headed here for repairs, and he and almost most of my Marine quota landed on the surface."
"I see. Ok, now Captain. Do you have the coordenants for this planet?" Asked a voice to his left.
The Captain thought for a second. "No," he said, "No, my navigations officer died. His station counsel shorted and exploded. We were able to navigate the ship via star charts. But any navigation records after Theta Halo's destruction are lost."
A man sat up at the end of the table. "Understood." He said, "We will take a small break. Captain Resnick, please stay. I must have a word with you.
Meeting ajourned for now..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:26 pm
A section of the nicely cloudy sky parted as over a dozen Pelicans from one of the massive warhips above the planet broke through and sped toward the planet's surface. Their hulls overheated thanks to the large amount of friction, though it remained safe for the Marines within. The vessels slowed their descent as they neared the end of their journey, below them a massive walled-in facility with hundreds of anti-air and anti-armor missile turrets encircling it. They now hovered over the facility's air field, which was home to dozens of their VTOL Fighters and their fellow Pelicans. The vessels all activated their landing gear and settled onto the hard landing pad below them. The rear hatch instantly cracked its perfect seal, opened to let the bright sun light flood into the ship, before the Marines within quickly jumped off their ride down and set foot for the first time on what they all hoped was safe territory. Leaving one of the Pelicans was a team of black-clad ODST members, followed by two green armored SPARTANs. Once the ships had let loose their relieved Marines, they quickly pushed off of the planet once more, returning to the Titan for one last run to retrieve the rest of them.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 10:53 pm
The black clad ODST jumped off the pelican without hesitation. As soon as he was on the ground, he felt at home, even with the new responsibility of 1st Lieutenant he felt calm. With his MA6B strapped on his back and his dual M6C's holstered at each hip he walked away from the pads next to the dual green armored Spartan's. In contrast the Spartans were bigger, weighed more, and were battle hardened more from child hood. With all the experience the Lieutenant had, he couldn't even match the Spartans. But there was one thing that they lacked. His sense of unease when things were about to go wrong. He had only worked with one such Spartan and he wasn't even sure that he was alive. Kurt, Spartan-086 was his friend but had lost contact with him several years ago. But there was no place in the UNSC for such worries. And with that final thought Michael walked calmly next to the Spartans, heroes of earth, or the metal scumbags as some UNSC personel called them. Personally he only called them one thing... friends.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:39 pm
"So then, What is our next order of buisness?"
Just then, a tal, slender black man entered the room, holding a peice of paper, approching Captain Resnick.
"Sir, the Titan has just broken orbit around the planet. Your needed in the main bridge immediatly." He whispered to him, and retreated back out of the double doors.
Captian Resnick stood tall and firm above his peers and straightened his suit.
"If you gentelmen will exuse me, my crew and my SPARTAN have just arrived. Please exuse me..." He said, and left the room.
His pace quickened as he rushed down the corridor. Swooping past ODST's and Marines alike as he manuvered his way into the Main Bridge.
As he walked in, A Techie waved him over.
"We just recived the signal of the Titan. We've been beeming her, but she seems to be under radio silence."
Resnick looked troubled. "Open a com."
"Roger sir." The techie replied.
"UNSC Vessel Ttian, this is Captain Benjamin Resnick, Captain of the UNSC Armengald. We have recived your signal and I'm waiting for a reply. Vincent, if your in there, you better shoot me a reply now damnit..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 4:39 pm
1st Lieutenant Michael R. Hammer gazed up at the pelicans as they lifted off the ground and into the air, heading back to the UNSC Titan. Slung over his back was his MA6B Pulse Action Assault Rifle, a must-have weapon for the O.D.S.T's, and his two M6C Magnum Sidearms, one on each hip. The black clad color of his armor brought out the silver-like texture of his polarized visor, and the silver bar on his lapel marking him a Lieutenant.
Lt. Hammer stood at attention as the pelicans lifted off, and then raised his hand in a salute. From what he could tell, the slight hesitation in a few of the pelicans was caused from a returned salute. A small smile flickered across his young battle scarred face, even as a few memories rolled through his head, none of which were his fondest. Semper Fidelis, he thought. And not realizing he had said it aloud, came the response over the COM system from his team, and the pelicans; "Semper Fidelis."
He turned to his squad-mates. "We're O.D.S.T's! We've been to hell and back! We've taken on the covenant in a fight for the survival of the human race, and yet we still stand unbroken by their ranks." A few of the O.D.S.T's responded "hoo-rah!" Michael looked around, "we're the key to survival. We are the elite of the elite, who take on more then just a small challenge of repetition in battle. No, we're Hell Jumpers and we go feet first into hell for a reason; because our eyes are sharp, and bullets sharper; we're battle ready even when on our own soil. That's right, boys. We're not just regular UNSC forces. Oh hell no! We're the god damn marines, and better yet, their elite. They need something done, quick and hastily, we're ready to undergo any challenge! Do you understand me?" He looked around once more at his men, "I said, Do you understand me?!" The response was immediate, "Sir yes, sir!" "All right, now that's what I'm talking about! Hit the barracks soldiers, clean yourselves up and get some rest, you've earned what little you can get." Michael turned from the O.D.S.T's for a moment and gazed up at the sky, wondering how his family was doing, wondering if she was still out there somewhere, waiting.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 6:18 pm
A sharp stacatto or soft rings rang through out the base's internal and external comm system:
"PRIORITY ALPHA! ATTENTION ALL HANDS: ANY AND OR ALL MEMBERS ASSIGNED TO THE UNSC ARMENGALD PLEASE REPORT TO HANGER A7 ASAP! THIS IS ALPHA PRIORITY."
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Captain Resnick stood at attention a few yards back from the blast proof doors that faced him. He had secured that message to repeat every 20 minutes, so he should have all hands in the hanger within the hour. He had hoped to see Mike actually show up, after he heard that his friend was out of the emergancy room and walking about... Maybe he would get his wish...
The utter silence of the Titanium-A armor surounding his small presents ingulphed his thoughts as he stood motionless... stairing at the door, waiting for some signs of his crew...
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