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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 10:59 am
"Does this thing have guns?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 11:26 am
"It should! It has a chin gun, and sometimes even wing slung rocket pods."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 11:52 am
"We're in the atmosphere. Coming in for landing. 10 minutes to LZ." Brennan said and eased on the throttle.
((Hey Alche, I like your sig. It seems you like my style...(Pants, and the shirt.)))
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 4:09 pm
Just barely making it onboard one of the Pelicans before the left, Drake's ship was almost blown out of the air by Covenant ships, Drake was kind of Pissed. Walking to the gunning position (more like creeping), he said over the loud roar "give me that gun." Drake took over gunning as the marine looked kind of reluctantly at Drake. The ship took 3 hits, but Drake managed to shoot a couple of banshees. Taking a look at the screen, Drake said "Damn, this thing has rockets, why didn't any tell me this thing had rocket tubes?" The marine promply answered "You didn't ask sir." Firing rockets, Drake killed a couple more banshees.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 4:16 pm
((EVERYONE TO THETA HALO!!!))
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 3:32 pm
"I need a link to the surface. Where is Lieutenant Brennan and his company?" Captain Resnick asked. He stood looking out into the vacuum of space, waiting for an answer.
"Sir, I have nothing on the Lieutenant and his team. The last location was 2 miles from checkpoint Beta. I can do an area scan. We do have Sergeant Cheeks on the L-Band sir." Replied one of his crew.
"Ask him about Brennan's team. We need to know their Location." He replied
"Aye sir."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 6:19 pm
Elsewhere belowdeck, Spartan 108, known by few as Logan, was jogging with several others into what was refered to by many as 'Hell's Waiting Room'. He double-checked his BR55 as he went, also making sure he had extra ammo. He was precise when it came to using his Rifle, but he wanted plenty of ammunition in case things got too hot down there. He quickly got to his designated HEV, attempting to forget how fragile the vehicle was, and took his place inside of it. He immediately secured his harness and ran the required system checks. After everything had come back green, as well as the rest of his team's HEVs, the small pod suddenly dropped and accelerated out of the ejection tube, falling towards the ring-shaped world below.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 6:24 pm
"Sir, HEV's are away." One of the crewmembers said from the're station.
"Good, lets just hope they can help." He replied.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:54 pm
Mathias Twombley, a Master Sergeant in the UNSC Marine Corp, lay asleep in his bunk and the cruiser Armengald. He had been given a couple hours break after returning from Theta halo on combat patrol with his unit. They hadnt encountered any resistance from the covenant this time around. His fellow marines from other units he heard were encountering resistance. His mind was blank as he snoozed away, he would be called upon through the loudspeaker if he was immediately needed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 1:39 pm
Twombley awoke of his own accord. Though having slept only a couple hours, that was all he needed. His body had adjusted to sleeping only a few hours at a time, rather then a full 8 or more hours, and would automatically wake him up. An internal alarm clock so-to-speak. Sitting up in his bunk, Mathias rubbed his eyes clear of sleep and looked around him. It was quiet for the most part, besides the occasional voices on the ship's COM system, ordering for this or that or some person to go to a certain place double time. Things seemed to have gotten alittle jumpier from before his falling asleep. "sigh better gear up and report in for duty..." he said to himself, gathering up all of his equipment, except for his weapons which were in the armory for safekeeping.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 4:03 pm
Dale was busy working on a warthog whose LAAG had been malfunctioning. He got up and sighed wiping the sweat from his forehead he looked at it and made a few more adjustments and loaded it up again and hopped from the gunners area and walked around to the passengers seat and sat in it looking around. "Wonder how long till next Pelican takes off."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 4:05 pm
((To answer your question, Soon.))
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