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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:28 pm
Corporal Oleksy Lebenov
Location: Northern edge of LZ
Status: Providing suppressive fire
The mounted LAAG roared as the barrel spun and showered the sentinals in rounds, the sheer volume of fire obliterating them as it came past. Unfortunately sentinels were just too numerous for this to do the job on its own. Another machine gun nest off to his left wasn't doing much better, though between them the amount of fire was doing horrid things to any sentinels that poked over the walls of the camp.
Then several sentinals appeared to boost over wall past their line of fire, before strafing the other nest with their lasers from above where the sandbags were absent. The only thing that came from there were screams as the marines were taken out without a chance to even see what was going on. One beam caused a grenade to cook off and cause a chain reaction creating a large explosion that destroyed the nest entirely.
Oleksy could only stand with his mouth agape, as he knew his group would not fare much better if another group tried that. In the mean time however, "Hostiles! hostiles in the perimeter!" the corporal yelled.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:43 am
Sergeant Kio Liengod
ODST Medic
Harvest
Kio Liengod listened as Jokinen told them their death sentence. "s**t." He said quietly to himself. He looked at the first Sentinel hit the ODST's, already seeing soldiers blasted to piece by the heavy lasers. His SMG moved up and began unloading. He ran over to a warthog that was firing it's turret at the floating enemy and took cover behind it. He wouldn't die. He couldn't die..
He might die.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:54 am
>> NAME: Westenra, Keira C. | UNSC NAVY O-4
>> UNSC ARDENT WIND [AW.ACTUAL]
"... Ma'am." Lieutenant Sterling muttered. He was, in every sense of the word, scared out of his wits. Any officer worthy of commanding a Bridge Crew would take the time to learn a little about each person who made this ship work. Arleigh was a very good friend of hers throughout countless deployments. She knew of nothing that could scare him.
But watching what was happening with the Armored Prayer, it was enough to bring a man to his knees.
The Bridge was filled with a deathly silence.
"I suggest you take a look. We need to get out of here now."
That was just the push she needed to bring her back to reality. They needed to act fast:
"Lieutenant, sound Blue alert. Bates!" she called, turning to her Junior Lieutenant. "Ma'am?" he asked, working furiously at his station. "Put in coordinate pair Echo. Prepare to enter Slipspace on my mark." He nodded as he marked the coordinates for Reach, their destination. God willing they made it in one piece.
"Coordinate input complete, ma'am. Awaiting mark." He called, watching as she sat down in the Command chair:
"Three... two... one... Mark."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 6:20 pm
Sargent Jacob Masterson
Harvest
Defensive position Alpha (Former Firebase)
After Zulu evacuated the hot zone they set up a nest to support the rest of the detachment. The LAGG they pulled from a scrap warthog fit perfectly on the gunmount they had for a stationary gun. Jake's Heavy Weapons Tech manned the 5o while the rest of the fire team covered his a**. Jake checked the grunts around him and saw that they were scared but intact. He pulled his sniper rifle and started picking off hostiles.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 10:43 pm
Sergeant Major Scott Mitchell
> ODST COMBAT TEAM ECHO [Echo 2]
>> Harvest Northern Polar Region
The ride down from the Armored Prayer was simple, but nothing prepared him for the sight that awaited him when he climbed out of his pod. In the sky, drop pods were still falling as the shattered warship fell. he watched in sorrow as the Armored Prayer, his home, burned in orbit. The largest section of wreckage, the main cargo hold, cut the air above him, leaving a scar of jet black smoke splitting the sky. The Sergeant Major stared at the horizon, at a complete loss for words. He heard his name called on the Com, but he didn't respond. The Prayer was dead and so was every man and woman who hadn't been able to get off in time.
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Captain Omar C. Jacobs
> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [AP.ACTUAL]
>> Escape Pods
Alarms cut through the silent air and stabbed at his heart. The Prayer was dieing. Captain Jacobs stood outside the row of Emergency life pods designated for the Bridge staff. The ship was being evacuated. But there was nothing they could do. He hadn't seen this sort of firepower since the end of the war. At first the hostiles had targeted the ship's engines and disabled here. Baldur retained limited control through attitude thrusters but nothing else. When the Sentinels cut through the port side launch bay, Jacobs had ordered a full evacuation. While the command staff had been about their business, Jacobs dutifully carried out the last of his obligations to the Prayer. The Cole Protocol was still in effect. The viral scavengers had eliminated all extraneous data, and he had already prepared the ship's self destruct. If there was enough of the ship left to self-destruct. The only remaining piece of the puzzle was Baldur. There was no available MJOLIR powered assault armor to carry the AI, so he was forcibly confined to a mobile transfer chip. It was either that or death, and the destruction of a Ship-board AI was absolutely unacceptable. Jacobs finished the transfer as the Sentinels sliced through the bow of the Prayer. He watched, mesmerized for only a moment as the upper hull rotated end over end followed by the sounds of rending metal and explosions shuddering through the decks.
The Captain took a moment to pry the Ship's plaque from its place by the Bridge hatch. The plaque was something to remember this ship by. It was mostly for him, but he knew his crew would oblige him. The Captain cradled the plaque under his arm, and kept the chip in his pocket. While he was making his way to the life pods the artificial gravity failed and he fell into the air. Taking a moment to reorient himself, the Captain pushed off hard and shot down the now-empty corridors of the dieing ship. He rebounded off of the bulkhead and pushed inside the last unoccupied life pod and hit the firing stub. The sudden acceleration hurled him against the pod's bulkhead and he blacked out. Behind him the other Life pods launched from the Prayer. Streaks of white against a mosaic of Titanium-A battleplate and fire. The remains of the once mighty warship shuddered, rolled to port, and tumbled into the atmosphere.
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Sergeant Anthony Lipton
> 405th Marine Infantry, Fire Team Charlie
>> Harvest, northern polar wastes.
Explosion after explosion ripped through the upper atmosphere. Fire Team Charlie was huddled beneath the wreckage of their Warthog and the remains of several Sentinels. Sergeant Lipton poked his head out from cover to see what the sound was. Massive fireballs were entering the planet's atmosphere. His heart sunk when he realized what it was. The all-too recognizable bow of a UNSC frigate tumbled end over end as it plummeted through Harvest's upper atmosphere. The Armored Prayer had been destroyed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:44 am
1st Lieutenant Mika Jokinen
ODST CO
Behold, you lost a home again
Mika suddenly realized what some of the soldiers were looking at. It was Armored Prayer, easily shredded into pieces and now burning in the atmosphere. He felt like saying some immortal words, but he also realised the men needed a solid leadership now more than ever. If Mika broke now, faltered even in the least bit, everything would collapse.
"Kill! Kill! Destroy! Those are the ones that destroyed the Prayer! For the Prayer! For the people in it!" he yelled, hoping a small distraction back to matters at hand would be in order. He ran to a new spot, more away from the Marines, like according to plan. He had destroyed one of them already, but he knew the Sentinels needed to be pummeled rather than sharply shot at.
He felt the burden of leadership already, imaginary weight of people's hopes on his decisions. They probably wouldn't see their home again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 8:19 am
Sergeant Kio Liengod
ODST Medic
Harvest
Kio unloaded a clip into one of the many floated machines, a few of the bullets passing through the fading shield and sending it into the ground. He grinned, another one down. He moved forward from his warthog cover, jumping behind a small pile of sandbags. His back now to the enemy as he sat against the bags, he saw something that he would remember forever. Armored Prayer.. Breaking apart and tumbling into the atmosphere. How could this happen? He was just up there and everything was fine! How could this have happened!? He felt anger boiling up, blocking out the sadness. This was only amplified by Jokinen's words. Just as he turned around, a Sentinel sat only about a foot away. It hadn't noticed him behind the sand bag and was firing upon some other Marines. He stood and jumped up. "For the Prayer!"
He yelled at the top of his lungs and lunged forward. He grabbed onto the top left stalk, hanging on tight. It began moving erratically, trying to shake the infuriated ODST. Kio began beating the machine savagely, enjoying the sound of the crunching metal. He hit the main thrusting unit and it cascaded to the ground, Kio with it. As it hit the floor, Kio was thrown off, landing hard on his side. His armor managed to prevent an hard damage, not to mention his ODST training teaching him how to deal with falls. The Sentinel, still active, fired a shot at him, which luckily passed his left side. He jumped back into the machine, and savagely beat it with his SMG once more. The light of it's eye began fading, and finally shut off completely. He stood up, jumping behind his cover once more. A few Marines looked at him with open mouths.
"Don't look at me! FIGHT!" He yelled, his over the top performance doing little to help his anger.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:31 am
>> NAME: Hammer, Michael R. | UNSC NAVY O-5
>> En route to Alpha, Harvest, Epsilon Eridani
The Commander watched in horror as the Prayer tumbled through the atmosphere, streaks of fiery orange and red trailing behind it's massive carcass. He pulled the power break on the M12 Warthog and let it slide to a halt, it's starboard side facing towards Alpha Base. Corporal McKenzie sat in the passenger seat, fully exposed to the scene unfolding before them. Private First Class Doyle manned the chain gun on the back, his focus completely on killing sentinels before they killed them. As more and more of the tiny bots flew from the structure their way he pulled the trigger, bullets ripping through the machines. "Jesus Christ," was all McKenzie could say as the bow slammed into the planet in the distance.
The ground beneath the Warthog shifted violently, nearly causing McKenzie to fall from his poised position. Hammer held the hand-hold on the frame of the vehicle and continued to watch silently, his eyes focused on the distant battle of Alpha Base. Doyle hadn't even noticed the quake and was still shooting. Only a second later did a fast moving cloud of drift snow blow by Alpha, a shock wave from the impact of the remnants of the Prayer. The Commander squinted his eyes a bit as Alpha Base nearly disappeared in the uplifted snow cover. His visor zoomed in on the spot, and just as it focused he could see large pieces of bulkhead tumbling, tearing through the air.
His visor zoomed out and he went into autopilot, his hand shooting down to the power break and undoing it. Just as he went to step on the accelerator, the oblivious PFC Doyle turned the gun about and met his end, a large, searing hot piece of bulkhead bulldozing it's way through him. The metal tore Doyle in half, taking his upper torso and the main gun with it. McKenzie kept his head down and his mouth shut about Doyle, having watched his best friend be mutilated. The Command kept his attention forward, no longer worried about the sentinels. He was more concerned about the flying pieces of bulkhead. McKenzie's eyes drifted to the Spartan, a silent prayer playing through his head as he hoped that the super-soldier could keep them alive.
The Warthog tore through the dead tundra, crushing the remnants of dead sentinels and running over the remains of fallen Marines. Hammer had no time to worry about respecting the dead; not unless he wished to become one of them. He turned the steering wheel hard to the right just as another piece of the ship impacted the ground where they had been. As the Warthog fish-tailed, Hammer correcting the Warthog's course, his eyes caught sight of another piece of debris, much bigger than all the others. He stepped on the gas and steadied the vehicle. McKenzie finally saw the debris, but his protests were silent as the warthog hit top speed. The warthog screamed beneath the enormous piece of debris, barely making it before the bulk-head slammed into the snow and doubled over. From what Hammer could tell, all the debris from the Armored Prayer had done it's business as no more pieces of titanium-A flew by. He brought the Warthog to a halt just inside the gates to Alpha base and jumped out quickly, bringing his assault rifle to bear.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:25 pm
Stone, Harold | UNSC Marine O-3
Harvest
Watching debris still fall.
The falling debris was like a rain of fire, it was almost biblical. Stone couldn't even fathom how this happened, all that was going through his mind is that he wished he wasn't even there anymore. It was very unbelievable, yet it was right in front of him. A sentinel past by his vision and he suddenly awoke from the hypnotizing sight of the Armored Prayer falling into rock and snow of the planet. He did feel the ground shake when the main bow crashed into the ground, but right now, he was killing some sentinels. He shot down two, no three, and he turned his back to the fall debris to kill the sentinel behind him. He killed it and smile came to his face.
What happened next was like one second taking a thousand years to go by. A piece landed flat on his back, but it did not stop there, no. It kept going and pushing Stone forward and down. He could hear every vertebra snap, one by one, to make up seven in total. His spinal cord also got a lot of damage that was even beyond covenant science. It felt like forever as his arm felt to the ground first, then the rest of his body, and his arm broke in three places under him. the debris suddenly carried on at the speed at had been going, and Stone's face slammed into the snow. It took a few minutes for the pain to go through, and when it did, his scream echoed throughout the whole northern wasteland.
he couldn't move his legs, he felt like a sharp pain when he moved his right arm. His left arm was numb from the snow. He lay there screaming in pain, hoping a sentinel would finish him off.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 8:32 pm
Sargent Jacob Masterson
Harvest
Scrapping the drones
"Heavy Fire Marines!" Jake yelled to his team. They were the first and hopefully last line between the drones and the rest of the soldiers. Half from the expeditionary force and half from the former Armored Prayer. In his peripheral vision Jacob could see the escape pods dropping into the atmosphere. Hopefully the Captain was on one of them. He had no time to spend on such thoughts. The Sentinels were still at hand and were as ruthless as ever. As the other ships in the Battle Group fled for their lives the Drones began to focus on the troopers on the ground. The force from the Forerunner structure had tapered off thanks to ten Ammo cans of 50cal rounds. The silver blue machines appeared to turn inside out as the LAGG ripped through them. Jacob watched the sentinels fall apart and wounder why they looked like so few. That's when it struck him. The threat was above. "Eyes up Marines!" he called to the Assembled force. The Marines inside year shot aimed skyward and let loose. Instead of the particle beam fire Jake had expected to rain down like orange rain, it began raining scrap as the marines shredded the drones with AP rounds.
Now that the threat was averted Jake sought out the SPARTAN.
"Sir, primary objective complete. May I suggest we collect the survivors, Sir?" He asked the walking fortress. He admired the SPARTAN's capability for war but found them overrated. He had no intention to regard them as anything more than Walking weapons, he had no reason to think otherwise. He never saw a human side to these would be machines.
"The Captain is probably in need of help, sir." The OMA (one man army) did outrank him however and Jacob always honored the chain of command.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:39 pm
Jones, Bradley D.
On board the UNSC Vagabond
RFD Status: Online / Pending
Locator/ID Tag: [FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]
Location: Lower deck A / ODST Drop-Check in
Jones sat. And sat. And Sat... nothing. No orders. No anything came from the CO's for about 2 days. Time wasn't slowing. He was just begining to age faster as the idiotic CO's sat... and did nothing... just like he's doing...
Suddenly, his ears perked as his eyes happened to catch a blur of a man running to the boxes stacked in the front of the bay. They had created a makeshift podeum just for shits and giggles.
"ALRIGHT, boys and girls. Here is the deal. GEAR UP! We're rolling out!"
Jones had finally heard it. He had finally heard the words that caused his body to actually move for once in the 6 hours he had been sitting there...
Suddenly, the red emergancy lights flicked on, and the auxilleray lights began flashing. This was the real deal... and that made Jones smile.
He snagged his helmet from where he was sitting and walked over to the wall locker that was labled "Rifles". When he went to pop the pressure lock off the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around in responce. Lieutenant Banis was standing right there, her face revealing the smile it always wore. It always reminded Jones of his little sister for some reason. But he would never see that smile anymore...
"Jones. How are you holding up?" She asked. As if he was just taking a death notice like the end of his life.
"I'm fine Lieutenant." He said saluting. He felt Lieutenant Banis' hand fall to her side as she saluted back.
"Yea... Yea, I was just checking..." she reached in her pocket. revealing a brass medal. An Iron Cross as it was called in the days of Germany was still using they're own ranking system 500 years ago.
"Jones... Brad... I want you to have this." She grabbed his hand and stuck the medal in his hand. Her's fell back to her side. "It belonged to my father. And its been passed through my line forever as long as he could say. Take it. Its more better in your hands than mine."
Brad was somewhat next to speechless. He didn't know what to say. So he smiled and nodded.
"Thank you m'am." he said.
"No problem Brad. Why dont we get our asses to the launching deck? Its almost crunch time!"
He nodded. "yes M'am."
He reached in the locker, grabbed his S2 AM Sniper Rifle, and his C7-Caseless SMG, and started to walk to the launching platform.
***
His pod was labled. "JONES, BRADLY DALLAS". He slipped the SMG into its slot on the side of the pod, and opened the main weapon's pannel on the adjacent side, inserting the Sniper Rifle into place. It locked with a satasfying *click* and he sat into place.
He grabbed the restraints and strapped himself in, and waited for Lieutenant Banis so swing around for spot check. Her voice rang from the other pods. "CLEAR!" She said with each inspection.
Finally after a minute or two she made it to his pod. She walked halfway in, and fastened the restraints, knocked on the metal walls, and gave him the thumbs up. He knew she was smiling behind her helmet, even if he couldn't see it.
"I'll see you down there Jones." She said, saluting him.
He gave a small salute back.
"CLEAR!" She called, and walked on to the two last remaning pods. This was a 10 man Launch. 10 pods would be launched from the underbelly of the ship into the hard earth.
With a hiss and a sidden jolt, the blast plate closed. And the pod started moving. The pod slipped through the 2 foot thick plating and he could see the blackness of space in his front window. it was beautiful...
The Lieutenants voice came in clear over the COM.
"Control this is Cradle Cat-Five. Hit the switch, we're primed and... Wait... What is THAT?!"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bolt struck the Lieutenants pod and the pod next to her, cutting the two of them from the control deck, they both plummet to the surface below.
He could hear the Control deck trying to get a hold of the Lieutenant, but nothing got through.
Then his HUD recived a Message.
>>Reciving encrypted message from: [LT.MJB.CO : F-489]
>>>OPENING...<<<
>
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>OPENED.
>[FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]: Lieutenant, this is Jones, come in... Answer your COM.
>[LT.MJB.CO : F-489]: Sorry Jones looks like God has some other plans for me...
>[FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]:What are you talking about?! You can make it, pull your chute!
>[FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]: Lieutenant! PULL THE DAMNED CHUTE!
>[LT.MJB.CO : F-489]: No Jones, I'm falling to my death. I'm within the atmosphere. And I'm going to go. I knew this was going to happen. I'm leaving a NAV on my position. I dont have much time... you NEED to get to Alpha Base. You're now the Highest ranking Officer. Your CO now. Take care of my men... Banis out.
>[FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]:Lieutenant....? Lieutenant...?! MELANIE DAMNIT ANSWER THE COM!
>>>SIGNAL LOST<<<
Her Vitals went Red, then grey. KIA.
"Control, this is Cradle Cat-Five, We're down a CO, commencing mission!"
His pod shook from another blast as he popped open the override pannel and his the red button for the auto releace. The lift moved into place and positioned the pod into position. Above him, a pull cord came down, Jones ripped it down. And off he went, thrusters fired, and he was at the mercy of gravity and power of energy and motion. he plummeted to the ground, and he knew for a fact...
THIS was the real deal.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:41 pm
Captain Andrew Poole
UNSC Odyssey
Location: New Harmony / Captain's Chair
A security blanket, or a pistol laying hidden underneath a pillow. They provided comfort in a time of need, and allowed said person in need to feel safe. And that was exactly why he was here. To provide a sense of security to the people on the planet below, so that they knew the UNSC was watching over them after the attack on Illisium city. However, that sense of security would vanish quickly. The Odyssey was to report to Harvest soon, as per orders from Admiral Hoffman. Make sure there were no further attacks, and leave the system for Harvest once everything was secure. Small, nearly insignificant innie attacks had popped up due to the fact that they knew "Big Brother" was watching, but none were too big for the police to handle. No reason to send down his soldiers, waste fuel, and ammunition on the innies now.
Captain Poole sat in his chair sideways, legs hanging off the left side. A data pad in one hand, and a small stylus in the other. A chess game could be seen on the screen, and currently, whoever he was playing was winning. Four feet away on the main display table, which was normally used for mapping out locations and various other things, was a pale purple and blue figure. The ship's AI, Felcia, sat in a rather childlike manner, and carefully thought out her next move on the chess board she had created on the table. At least that's what it appeared she was doing. Having chosen her move the moment the Captain had made his, she was simply making him wait. The somewhat short, "female" AI was clad in a slightly loose dress that was just barely a shade lighter than her purple "skin tone". Underneath that, serving as a way to cover her legs, were darker leggings, which ended at her mid-calf, small shoes. Had she been standing, her hair would fall past her knees.
One of her pieces moved on Poole's screen, and only then did he realize his mistake. She had won. Although she always won, it was an enjoyable way to pass the time."I win again, sir." Felcia said happily, clearly proud of herself.
"Of course you did. I don't even know why I play with you anymore."
"Because you have nothing better to do. Now then, isn't it about time we got to Harvest? I'm sure Admiral Hoffman is waiting."
"Ah, I nearly forgot. Thank you, Felcia."
He tapped into the ships main intercom and cleared his throat.
"Good news, everyone. We're finally getting out of here and joining the rest of the fleet at Harvest." Imagining the cheers from his bored soldiers, the Captain shut off the intercom, turned to sit correctly in his seat, and took another quick look at New Harmony.
"Had the Slipspace drive warming up while you were waiting for my move."
"Why am I not surprised?"
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A section of space was torn open near Harvest as the Odyssey exited Slipspace, engines barely at half burn. The bridge crew worked as lazily as the engines, and Poole was just the same. No one had expected to be greeted with any problems. That is, until Felcia brought up a display of the locations of the ships nearby on the holo-table.
"Sir, th-there's a ship missing. The Prayer--"
"What do you mean, the Prayer is missing?""I'm not sure, sir. "
The Odyssey's engines roared to life as it raced to join the other ship on the other side of the planet. As it slowed down, it became clear what had happened. Debris floated lazily a great distance away, but it was obvious that it belonged to the Armored Prayer. Poole's heart sank into his stomach, as memories from when he was a Commander were forced into his head.
"Get me Admiral Hoffman," He demanded.
Felcia patched him through to the Amnesty without saying anything. Both of them were surprised by what they had come across, and were curious as to why they hadn't been alerted sooner.
"This is the Odyssey. Admiral, just what's going on here?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:49 pm
Sargent Jacob Masterson
Harvest
Getting uppity with a SPARTAN.
The SPARTAN just stared at him. The seven foot tall war-machine stood silently in front of Jacob defiantly portraying himself as the pinnacle of excellence while the Sargent was nothing more than a fly in his soup of war. "Fine then "sir"" Masterson said, sarcasm oozing out of his voice, "Zulu is going to find the captain." Sargent Masterson leaped into a hog and yelled "Mount up Marines! Were mobile." Zulu team saddled up into the TT Hog and they made for the lifeboat beacon. The hog bounced over the icy terrain as zulu rode to the aid of their true CO.
They were not ready for what they were about to find.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 11:13 am
Jones, Bradley D.
Pod-D Serial Number: 932839309.293-D
RFD Status: Online / Active
Locator/ID Tag: [FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]
Location: 5 clicks to impact NAV marker MJ.BANIS.CO.FSTLT.NAV
The glow of Harvest came into view below him, and the whole pannle shook from the friction of the releace. Since he became CO, Lieutenant Banis, in her last few moments gave him full CO Override. The whole drop team appeared on his HUD. Most vital signs were green. His heart rate was elevated, and everyone else's COM chatter was off the chart. But everything was running smoothly. Untill...
Chaplan here, WHAT IS THIS TH- Static...
Brad looked to his left, out of the window he could see Corporal Chaplan's Pod erupt in a fireball from ruby red laser beams coming from what he could see, grey blurs.
This was bad.
"All units, this is CO Jones. We're in for a rough landing, Hostiles are inbound."
Switching COM channels from Band-D to F, he could hear Riggen's scream from his pod. His Vitals mimiced the Lieutenants and went grey.
"Jones to control, WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS?!" His pod shook, and his emergancy lights began to flash. The whole pod turned red.
"Control to Jones, I have no clue Sergeant. Where's your CO?"
"She got hit. Your speaking to the new one." He replied.
"Well, the intel from Halo classifies these things as 'Sentinals' which means the boys down below caught something. We're having trouble up here also. Good luck. Control out."
His pod shook again. And his Topographer map turned black.
Suddenly, everything turned black. Just like the screen. The only light illuminating the pod was the outter lights. His power went out.
he could only judge impact by the outer glow of the planet. He could see the ground coming into view. 20 seconds...
he slipped his hand into the shock bars and begain to brace for impact. The floor shook as they entered the sky and began they're decent. But he didn't know who was left. His HUD went out, his power, EVERYTHING went out.
13 Seconds...
Nothing to warn him, nothing to tell him when his destination came exceot for his sences... He tried to brace for it, but his mind couldn't take the pressure. He had always trusted technology. Without it this time, he didn't know what to do... Everything was turning fuzzy. He could feel his hands tingle.
7 Seconds....
Shaking, rumbling, and chaos caused every sence of his to crash. his eyesight began to shake and wander. He felt sleepy, and no matter what he did he couldn't feel his legs. Brad never knew this feeling... he never wanted to. This feeling cause him to lose faith in everything he learned, and cause him the discomfort of dropping in this 5 ton hunk of scrap to his doom.
1 second...
Everything went black.
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