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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 2:10 am
Looking down at his leg, Kriston realized he had been grazed by a stray bullet. 'It doesn't hurt.... Odd...' He thought to himself. He shrugged it off, and got back with his squad. He recalled the first two years of service, in the Human/Covenant Wars. He recalled the death constantly around him, the smell of blood from both sides, and the horror from both sides. He recalled how when he managed to get back from a mission, where he and his squad were denied an evac in time to save them all. He was a Sergeant then, Sergeant Kriston Pindros. When he returned from that mission, he quickly shot his fist across the Captains face, which launched him back to Private for a while. But he wasn't in those days, he was in the streets of Illisium, New Harmony, on the top floor of the Garage Complex, right outside the Marathon Hotel. He wanted to be here, he wanted to be smack dab in the middle of everything.
The com in his helmet crackled as he heard the words, "All units, evac is en-route. Hang in there. Jacobs out." That was one CO he was definitely not going to beat. Reality snapped back to him when he heard footsteps; a mass quantity of footsteps, right below him. Kriston jumped up and ran behind a car, waiting for the enemy he so hated to arrive. He clicked his MA7K-T3 into Semi-Auto, and aimed down his ACOG. Finally, a head popped up from the ramp. He quickly launched a silenced round into the body of the running enemy. He loved his attachments, he had an ACOG x2-x20, and a Suppressor/ Flash Hider. He aimed again, but didn't see anything. Kriston rushed over to the area overlooking the ramp, only to see a man with a pistol aimed right at him. The cracks were loud in the acoustic room, and stunned him for a second as he fell backward, flinging his MA7K into the wall behind him. He reached at his back, pulled out his Shotgun with his right hand, rolled toward the ramp, and fired one round into the Inni.
The Inni's left index finger flew off, and he fell to the ground dead, one round in his stomach from the MA7K, and five out of eight slugs from the shotgun into the upper chest and left arm. One slug even went through the heart. Kriston attempted to stand, but couldn't. He looked down, and noticed he'd been hit pretty good too. Blood poured out of his right side, only inches below his lungs, and one into his left arm, the only arm he was able to get his med pack with. 'Note to self: Move med pack, when able, to back.' He crawled to the ramp up, before giving way to the pain. "Medic!" He cried out, waiting for some salvation from the pain.
((I was bored, so I made a Gaia user for my char))
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 7:34 pm
R.A.G.D.O.L.L UNIT X.2- SERIES 001
LOCATION:
Marathon Hotel, PARKING STRUCTURE-- TOP FLOOR
The air filled with the sound of bullets whizzing past Dee's face as she continued unleashing a never ending horde of rounds from her MA7K
into the fleshy bodies of the innies located below. Despite her attempts to keep them at bay from above, Dee found that these guys weren't the kind of pushovers she had expected. Yeah, they weren't trained very well with handling weapons, or anything else for that matter, but they did have one thing in common; stubbornness.
In the midst of this she had just barely heard the sound of the wounded soldier lying halfway up the ramp to her own location. Of course, she didn't need military training to know what needed to be done and, at the first chance she got, left sprinting past aimless gun shots from various weapons, some of unknown origin to her, and quickly made her way to the railing just overlooking the fallen marine. Her hands gripped tightly against the MA7K assault rifle that hugged her armored chest plate and she took in a deep breath that was interrupted by another array of bullets in her direction; time was of the essence and if she wanted to carry a live marine from the ramp then she would have to act now...
A long, quick barrel roll would do the trick, launching her descent under the railing and onto the ramp, her fall being broken as she landed in a crouching position, weapon raised and already firing at whatever innies lay before her. She inched her way to the side of the marine, giving them a quick nudge on the shoulder before she used her left arm, her other arm busy holding up the assault rifle, and propped the man off the ground and to his feet. Here she would give the weapon-shooting a rest as the innies went for a rather pathetic cover behind rubble and, occasionally, their own, fallen comrades. Dee let out a grunting sound as she allowed his full weight to lean against her smaller body, the man being taller and more heavy than she herself was, and pushed her legs into the fastest run she could conjure up, despite the extra weight.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 8:49 am
Illisium, New Harmony
Marathon Hotel
Garage Complex
Roof
"Thanks," Kriston said. "I can cover the ramp, just set me up in front of it" Kriston new this was suicide. There were obstacles, cars, and then the small gaps he couldn't cover on either side of the ramp, but he saw no other way he could fight, and that was the only thing he ever cared about. He joined in the Marines to fight, not sit around with only two bullets in him. He looked down at the wound again. "s**t.... That's a lot of blood from two little rounds..." Kriston tried not to think about it, but couldn't help it. After thirty seconds, he started feeling a little dizzy; another thirty seconds, and he was extremely disoriented; and another ten seconds, he was out cold.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:54 am
Hunter stumbled into the cockpit of the pelican and looked at the pilot, "Have you cleared out the AA guns yet?" The pilot looked at Hunter, "Not yet, but there’s a bombing run on its way, along with a shot from the MAC gun targeted on an enemy controlled bunker near by. There’s also three more pelicans behind us that we will be supporting as they pick up the others." Hunter nodded to him, "Ok." One of the other marines said, "So sarge how much time before we touch down?" The sarge looked at him. "How the hell am I supposed to know? We'll get there when we get there," he said, "Check your weapons and make sure you're ready to go right when we land." Hunter checked his light armor and battle rifle, then he checked his sniper rifle, taking out a rag to clean the rifle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 10:04 am
O'Connol peaked his head over the green sedan he was hiding behind to be greeted by six Innies firing a barrage of plasma and gun fire in his direction. He brought his head back down and cursed to himself silently. Everyone was on the top floor now except for him, all because had been so caught up in covering them. He had forgotten to make a break for it himself. It was a twenty meter sprint to the ramp, and ten meters to get up it. It was suicide. O'Connol was already dead in his mind. He reached down into his pack and withdrew a disc shaped item. The wheels were turning in his head, and he didn't hesitate in his actions, even when he heard the Innies yell something about him being behind the car and to take him alive. Well, if they wanted him they'd have to come and get him. Andrew moved.
Four Innies armed with old MA5Bs and Plasma Pistols walked up to the car with their weapons raised. They were a funny bunch. They all had old, outdated Marine armor minus the helmet, except for one who had a pilot's helmet. It was all repainted though, and instead of it being the traditional olive drab their armor was black and white, with a red fist in a circle. It was the old Insurrectionist symbol. When they rounded the bend to peer behind the car and to take O'Connol, he was gone. They stopped for a moment and looked around confused, having been sure that one of the UNSC pigs was there.
"What the hell?" they all muttered, each version a bit different from the other.
The disc that O'Connol had retrieved from his pack beeped once, and the light in the center turned from red to green. Only one of the four realized what was happening, and even as he tried to make a run for it the Lotus Anti-Tank mine, disguised as the hubcap of the sedan, exploded. The explosion ripped the four Innies to pieces, and sent the sedan flying through the air. Each and every rebel it impacted was killed, some in pieces, some in only two pieces, and some flattened. O'Connol sprang forth from his hiding place five cars away, and fifteen meters closer to the ramp. The Innies turned to look at the carnage with looks of surprise and rage. The supports began to crumble, and the roof began to fall. There were screams, but O'Connol didn't listen. No, he ran and he ran, and finally when he was at the top he went behind cover to catch his breath.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:41 pm
Mitchell, Scott P. | UNSC MARINES E-9
Mitchell was the second to last man up the ramp. O'Connol was taking his sweet time dealing with the hostiles. The Sergeant Major spotted a cluster of several insurrectionists who were approaching O'Connol's position. Unfortunately he didn't have a direct line of fire and couldn't take the shot. The next minute and a half made him proud. O'Connol planted a Lotus mine on the side of the sedan he had been using for cover and made his way to a safe distance. The explosion ripped through the insurrectionists as well as the parking structure. As the private neared, Mitchell kept his rifle up. He wouldn't let O'Connol get shot in the a**. The parking structure trembled, and the area within the blast radius caved in, collapsing the roof and floor of the second level. He half pulled and half-pushed O'Connol to safety as the ceiling began to flex. The parking garage's composite steel framework groaned in protest at the weight of the now-loose duracrete slabs. Once all of Echo-1 was in the relative safety of the upper level of the parking garage, Mitchell pulled a can of C7 foaming explosive out of his pack and traced a line across the up-ramp. He inserted a proximity fuse and linked it with the UNSC battlenet. It wouldn't detonate for targets with UNSC IFF tags, but it would kill anything else that tried to come up after the ODSTs.
Mitchell made his way to the roof of the parking structure as the ODSTs regrouped. Along with Echo team, there were fragments of India and Golf teams, both of which had born the brunt of the ambush. For once, Mitchell was glad for his helmet, he couldn't bear to look them in the eyes. Each team had lost the majority of its manpower, while Echo had only suffered two casualties during the ambush. Mitchell was glad to have kept so many of his men alive, but the thought of such inequity between combat groups made him sick. He pushed those feelings aside as quickly as they had come, he would grieve for the fallen later. For the moment he had to attend to his wounded and make sure to get the two VIPs aboard the Pelicans when they arrived.
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VICTOR FLIGHT | D77H-TCI ROMEO-204 | "Bull-true"
Three D77H-TCI "Pelican" transports broke through the cloud layer and made for the Marathon Hotel parking structure at full speed. When the three transports neared the hotel they banked up and lowered the output of their engines. The massive transports dropped quickly, and settled into a holding pattern above the hotel. R-204, whose pilot was called "Bull-true" made the first pickup run. The other two Pelicans would collect the ODSTs fighting in the courtyards. Romeo-204 dropped down through the separation between the outer and inner buildings of the hotel. It was a tight fit with very little maneuvering room, but Bull-true didn't have to worry about rockets now. Combat drones had been brought online and were supplementing the Hornets and Pelican gunships that were already in action. In fact, there were three of them orbiting the hotel right now. The Pelican dropped slowly to half a meter above the parking structure's roof. The ODSTs were clustered around the ramp with their rifles pointed into the breach. Smoke was curling up through the opening and all seemed still. A pair of the F99 Kestrel drones dropped altitude and took up flanking positions next to Bull-true. Their engines dimmed as they dropped again and took up positions along opposite sides of the garage. As soon as all of the ODSTs on the garage were inside, the aft hatch was sealed and Bull-true dumped power to the engines. The Pelican rose quickly and left the breach. He scanned the skies for Killjoy and Wheel-man, the other two Pelican pilots in Victor Flight. Romeo-203 and 205 respectively. They were also steadily gaining altitude which meant that their pickups were complete. Bull-true kicked the afterburner into action and Victor flight shot into the upper atmosphere and towards the waiting UNSC Armored Prayer.
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Jacobs, Omar C. | UNSC NAVY O-6
The reports from the ground were promising. More than three fourths of the UNSC ground forces and armor had been successfully evacuated with more than half of the personnel aboard the three warships. All that remained was to evac Major Lee and the Jacinto command staff. Two fire-teams of ODSTs had already breached the Command Bunker perimeter and were in the process of clearing the Insurrectionists out. The retreat was going very well. All surface Masers had been destroyed by either Hornet flights or the Kestrel drones that Baldur had activated. Ever other COM relay lacked the power to transmit information to orbiting vessels and could only reach the communication satellites. Those were under the direct control of New Harmony's master shipping AI, Sherman on the Oasis orbital station. Sherman had already sent confirmation that all NAV computers had been purged of Nav data and that the Cole Protocol memory worms were in place. He had also readied life boats on the Oasis for the unlikely even that Insurrectionists made it aboard and the CA personnel were forced to evacuate. Jacobs had the command overrides to delete Sherman if that happened, all primary colonial AIs had kill switches in place. The threat of insurrection had remained real after the great war, and humanity had learned from their mistakes. If another superior alien species was ever encountered, they would destroy all astronavigation information and pertinent data without hesitation. That strategy had nearly saved mankind during the great War. It was ironic that the Covenant already knew of Earth but did not fully grasp its significance until they arrived. It would not happen again.
Part of him wished for a Phoenix-class Colony ship. Such a vessel would be able to accommodate the massive number of troops and resources being lifted from New Harmony's surface. As it was, the UNSC would had to abandon much of the supplies on the surface. The garrison had been prepared for small-scale insurgent activity, nothing like the war that had erupted on the surface of the world. Jacobs straightened his cap left the bridge. He headed for the port-side hanger bay. The Hangers had separate doors to allow for structural braces, but were mostly large open areas. When he arrived, he was greeted by the sights of wounded marines being tended to in the hanger for lack of space in the infirmary, and all manner of men aiding comrades in arms. He knew that they would soon be underway to the secondary garrison in the Hellespont system. Portia, the resort moon that orbited New Harmony had accommodations for UNSC personnel. It had a much smaller garrison of Marines. In fact, most of the armed personnel on the moon were colonial militia who had simply been on vacation at the outbreak of the insurrection. New Harmony had no militia of its own, and so he didn't see a connection. Unfortunately, the vacationers would not be allowed to leave until the rebellion had been quelled. There was too much danger in allowing people to leave this system. The UNSCDF was still recovering from the crippling human-Covenant war, and it would not be able to stand against another insurrection.
Portia had a wide tropical band across its equator and a large ocean covering three fourths of the planet's surface. The moon was three quarters the size of Earth and had hundreds of islands scattered about its oceans. The climate was temperate and warm. Comfortable for vacationers and settlers alike. The tropical climate gave it an air of exoticism that did not exist on some worlds. Unlike the Arcadia colony, Portia was not greatly populated. It was perfect for a staging area and permanent field hospital for the UNSC forces in system. Jacobs watched as the last Pelican arrived and the ODSTs piled out, escorting badly wounded command personnel and a relatively unscathed Major Lee. He turned to the holographic pedestal next to him and spoke to Baldur's hologram.
"Are all personnel aboard?"
"Affirmative Sir. The Ready Made and the Sigmund report that all hands are accounted for."
"Good. Plot a course for Portia. I want us all there as soon as possible."
"Aye sir. Course laid out, we should be there in a few minutes."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 7:31 pm
>> ALL UNSC GROUND FORCES HAVE BEEN EVACUATED FROM NEW HARMONY <<
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 8:40 pm
R.A.G.D.O.L.L UNIT X.2- SERIES 001
LOCATION:
UNSC ARMORED PRAYER
Dee had never been too fond of flying as she had a fear of heights, quite childish for someone such as herself, but despite the paranoia of crashing or blowing up she couldn't have been more happy to be aboard the Armored Prayer and out of the chaos of New Harmony. It was an astonishing thing how men could turn on each other so violently even after the human-covenant war they had just recently dealt with. Well, she wasn't going to bother herself with such thoughts of peace and man's moral responsibilities towards each other as that was the habit of human beings to do such things to one another, despite how she hated to admit it. Now, aiding a wounded female marine, Dee remembered something; the doctor! Where was he? Had he not boarded the evacuation vessels? Was he still down there in his lab with his assistant hiding, or worse...No. She couldn't think about that, at least not right now as she applied the last few stitches to the bullet wound that had just barely missed her neck.
After disinfecting it, Dee hurried down the hallway, away from the mass so as to gain some solitude as she spoke into her comm link.
"Hey Doc! You alright? Where are you guys?"
No answer. She tried again.
"Nathaniel? Scott? Somebody! Answer me!"
Still nothing. No answer...there was completely..nothing. She was growing panicky by this time and, without realizing what she was doing, grabbed a nearby marine by the collar of his vest. It would have been a slightly humorous sight as she was quite shorter than him, but right now Dee was hardly thinking and proceeded to question him like he was some kind of criminal.
"Doctor Nathaniel Bolero! Was he on board?! No? Scott Geraldo, what about him?"
The marine continued to shake his head as the rest of his body was shaken about by her aggressiveness. Dee gritted her teeth and released him harshly, ignoring the piercing eyes of those around her, and cursed under her breath. She wasn't sure what to do at this point...Nathaniel and Scott weren't replying to her desperate pleas and she found no help in anyone else around this ship. Dee slumped to the ground, her back propped up against the wall, and hugged her knees to her chest as she presently scanned the room with a bit of hope that maybe the two had just boarded Armored Prayer, or were perhaps located on Ready Made.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:18 am
Orbit of New Harmony
Portia
Aboard the UNSC Armored Prayer
A struggle out of the back of the Pelican, a few quick motions away from the other Marines, and a deep breath of the filtered atmosphere in the hangar was all Compton needed to get situated aboard Armored Prayer once more. The simulated atmosphere wasn't anything one wished for, but it sure as hell beat the smell of burnt gunpowder and burnt flesh. Of course, after fighting for so long Compton needed the latrines more than anything.
A short skip and a hop brought him to the men's room where he quickly relieved himself. After finishing his business and washing up it was time for Compton to go on his routine, "Return to Boredom Walk." Sadly there was nothing to do on the Armored Prayer to keep him busy, and to get used to the boredom once again he regularly takes a walk around the ship aimlessly. It gives him time to think things over and put a few things into perspective, plus it was time he wasn't spending taking orders.
Sadly, just a few short minutes into his alone time Compton caught up to an officer with nothing better to do than to give the massive soldier a look down. Compton of course, did not like this one bit. He gave the CO an eye up as well, who in turn snorted at him. Things escalated rather quickly, or at least, that was how Compton saw it as he immediately walked over to the CO and promptly gave him a right evil stare.
"Problem sir?" He asked, his voice steady and clear. He didn't hesitate to size up the CO quickly. Obviously the two didn't click very well so even one snide remark from the man was warrant enough for the hot tempered 6'8" monster to unload on the poor man.
Of course, the CO, not wanting to show fear or weakness didn't shake, but Compton knew that a stare down with a man his size was certainly one did not simply man up for. No, he knew the CO was scared, partially because he had hesitated to respond, and partially because he could smell the man soiling himself.
"Not a one."
Satisfied, Compton turned and walked away only to hear the CO call him a "7 foot freak" under his breath. Without hesitation he turned and let his fist do the rest of the talking. The CO was shoved back into the bulkhead with a crater where his cheek was. The man picked a bad day to be smug.
15 Minutes Later
"DEMOTED?!" Now Lance Corporal Compton yelled at his commanding officer, he slammed his fist against the bulkhead for emphasis. There was no way, after a completely successful op by his team, void of casualties and with as little collateral damage as possible, that he was getting demoted. He was going to make sure his voice was heard on such a matter, for as far as he was concerned, every single one of his squad mates deserved a medal for their performance.
"Compton, your actions speak for themselves! You performed well enough in the field, however your general disregard for proper conduct around superior officers shows me just why you deserve this demotion. I mean, for Christ's sake Compton, you assaulted one of your commanding officers!"
Flustered with both rage and shame Compton had nothing to say to the officer, or at least, nothing that would help him in his current situation. Instead he simply turned and slammed his fist against the bulk head once again, leaving a size-able dent. His massive fist bled due to the massive force on his fist, he let the blood drip as he walked away from the CO, leaving a trail of what was shame and hatred leaving his body after him. He was off to do some random chore, one where he could be secluded and could think for a bit. He only hoped that the Innie bastards that he had fought so hard to secure and bring in alive didn't say a single word to the x amount of ONI spooks interrogating them.
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