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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:41 am
Michael looked to the lift doors at the sound of the cables racking against each other. The lift's cab scraped against the shaft and it came to a sudden halt. The doors slid up, grinding against each other in a clash of metal and alloy. The ex-Sergeant stepped out, "there you are; good to see you made it back in one piece."
The Commander had been monitoring Karr's location on the topographic holo-map in front of him. The iridescent glow from the blues, greens, and reds of the map glinted off Hammer's Commander insignia.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:48 am
Anthony saluted the Commander. "Sir," he showed him the paper. "Promotion?"
He nodded. "And thank you sir. Someone had to lead those Marines..."
It figured, he was getting a promotion while his XO was getting buried... Luckally, Anthony had his full tag set in his upper vest pocket.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:58 am
Michael nodded his head, "I was wondering who these were for." Reaching into his front left chest pocket he grabbed the stripes he was instructed to give to a soldier with the correct papers. With his other hand he accepted the paper, glanced at it real quick and then pulled the stripes out of his pocket. "Attention" he said softly, placing the stripes on his collar. "Congratulations Warrant Officer Karr."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:05 am
"Thank you sir." he said.
His emotions were a cocktail of sorrow and relief. He was reciving a promotion a dead man should have been getting. The man who saved his life from bleeding out the skull was now burried in the ground.
"Sir, I hear we're packing up soon. I was wondering if you had any plans for me on the AA gun? I belive we're striking the same one I was at..."
His mind began to trail with memories of the events past.
"Sir... I belive I know the area, so I would like to do the briefing."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:24 am
[James Mitchell]
James, one his way to get a drink bumped into an old friend he had been in the same unit with in boot camp back on Earth. "Joker?" The fellow marine said in disbelief. "Slider!" James shouted with a smile. "How ya' doin' you son of b***h! I ain't seen you since we were just boots! Look at you, Corporal! Come on I'll buy you a beer!" The Marine, who's name was Adam, shouted and looked him over, then motioned for him to come with him to the armory. The two talked as the walked toward their destination and caught up on things, mostly personal things in stead of duties and stations. They eventually arrived at the armory and sat down at the makeshift bar. "So what ship you on now, Joker?" Slider asked as he sat his beer down. "The Monterey. Damn fine ship." James said and finished his beer. "Hey, get me another beer will ya?" James said to the orderly, which need and fetched him another beer. "Eh, I've been groundside here most of the time, I was on the Cairo, but after the initial attack, when Truth came around a second time I was rotated down to the Nest." Adam said and waved for another beer, which was for himself. James nodded as the orderly arrived with both of the beers. "To Mother Earth and all of her colonies." Adam said and raised his beer for a toast. "Oohrah." James said and completed the toast with the two knocking their beers together.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 12:45 pm
Seth smiled when Karr got his new stripes. His promotion was long overdue.
During this he stole a few glances at Captain Lee. There were no signs of what had upset him before, but it still had Seth slightly on edge.
He refocused on Hammer and Karr, and after hearing Karr's suggesting he agreed silently. But there was a nagging in Seth's mind, Karr just lost a man, and took it hard, he wondered if this would effect the man's performance?
Hopefully not. "He did see their defenses with his own eyes Sir." Seth prompted helpfully.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:23 pm
Karr nodded in responce to the Lieutenant. "Yes Sir. I know what they have. Before we left, I hear Easy, 105th call a strike, but they didn't make it in time. Scarabs intersepted and destroyed the strike team. And knowing the Covenant, and the way the Brute's corrispond to a strike the size we formulated, they're gonna reinforce the location sir. My guess, Wraiths, turrets, and a whole lot of Grunts. Sir," he said, pulling a small paper map out that he kept of the area.
"We touched down, here, and moved along in 2 groups of 6. Then we layed a base of fire down for the 1st and 2nd Dog Platoons to move in. 1st Platoon had 3 left, 2nd was gone, and their CO was killed in the rush. From there, we pulled back. My team only lost one man."
He pointed to a diffrent section of the map. "Sir, I think we should have 2 platoons enter here, and have the rest drop from where we were origonally dropped before. We left an AP turret, and plenty of weapons from the remander of 3rd and 4th platoon."
His finger moved back to the flanking position around the back. "
"Sir, if we consentrate a new base of fire from the front, bringing up 2 new AP's for the sides and some heavy weaponry, then the boys from the back can knock it out with minimal resistance. Infact... if we can find a few Mongoose's we can pull a blitz, quickly ride in, attach some Warheads, and get the hell out of there."
An orderly approched the group of Officers. "Sir," he said, addressing the Commander. The orderly approched the group and made his news.
"Sir, report from outpost 357, We have a large concentration of Covenant armor heading this way sir."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:28 pm
Nothing but a Hell Jumper, he'd never ask for anything more, rank, why the hell not? But if it pulled him from the front lines they'd have lost the willing soldier who ran into battle as plasma bolts filled the air with sizzling super heated orbs.
The soldier, Master Gunnery Sgt. Winter twirled his ODST combat knife through the air, the black folded metal blade arching with erect precision as a waiting hand simply snatched it from the air. Black armor gloved fingers gripping the hilt, perfect weighting, a grim smile crossed across his face, it didn't matter. His face was covered by a black face plate, hiding expressions, emotions including fear or happiness.
Around him metal walls enclosed his surroundings, he didn't like it. The smell of powder through his face plate was the only friendly aspect, no lancing bolts, no blue blood spurting from falling enemies. Everywhere had the smell of powder.
He didn't like it.
It wasn't war.
He wasn't fighting.
"You shouldn't get no fed up. You must relax the human-"
"I know, I know you keep on reminding me." He answered the voice that rose in his ears when the headset microphones popped on. This was no voice inside of his ears but a the sound of a ginger girl telling of her concern, or whatever the AI did.
She was Shelly, the AI had picked the name for reasons unknown. Her programming was simple but building as time passed and the countless encounters with foreign alien technology and human technology built. Winter was a better technician, getting to those electronic pannels of fascination, to remind him, to help him was the created AI.
Shelly glistened to life within his headset, the girl wearing nothing more then a night robe with streaks of black hair falling from her thin paled head. Her entire body was enveloped in ghostly blue and if it wasn't for the glowing flaming book that dangled in her hands that would be what she was. It always fascinated him what AI's came up with, names, appearances, it was a endless wonder.
"Lets go eat something."
Hauling his assault rifle into his hands he caressed the metal with glee, he wanted to pull the trigger and blow those alien bastards to the ground. Stab them, rip off their limbs and tear them apart, hear the roars of brutes and grunts alike, smelling the blood sting his nose as it rose through the air. Soon, soon.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:33 pm
The Master Sergeant had beaten him again. Dammit. Three games in a row, though he was getting closer now.
God, how I wish this was a Casino. Dealer always wins there.
Angel spoke into his mind, amused, frustrated, and somehow also patient, as one would be with a child who misbehaved... a lot. Well, it's not. It's a hole in the ground, and we're about to get pummeled into oblivion. I say you just dump the whole damn game, and get to healing. Or, should I "persuade" you again? She asked, sadistically.
Dansmith thought back to the last time she had "helped" him with his duties: a not-so-pleasant volt of electricity coursing through his body, Igniting all the pain receptors he had. He wondered how she could have tolerated that: he knew he couldn't. Don't you feel all the pain I do?
You bet, Sergeant. But, I don't have premordial tendencies and instincts to react to it. As far as I'm concerned, it's just another stimulus I have to remember to block out.
That wasn't comforting: she could dish it out, and she could take it. Bummer for him.
Just one more game. I'll beat him this time, and if not, well then I'd think I've gotten plenty of R&R so far.
He shuffled the cards one last time.
"Once more, Warren?" He asked his friend, dealing out the cards.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:02 pm
"I don't know, this is kind of boring me now, your no challenge." Warren joked. "Deal the hand"He said. Ashton did as he was told and dealt and Warren looked at his 2 cards. a 10 and 1. He wanted to frown, but he kept his face straight, and he flipped over the 10. "Hit me"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:09 pm
Ashton's cards were alright: a 3 and a 5. This should finally do it he thought, as he flipped his 5.
He gave the Master sergeant another card: a 4. He gave himself a card, too. He got a 7.
"You show 14, Warren. Hit?" The water dripped from the leaky cieling, and splatered on his cards. Frowning, he wiped the water from the already decrepid cards, and then resumed his pose, with a hand primed over the deck.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:18 pm
She dodged left to avoid the punch and then right she faint back and lunged forward, slamming her first down on the Marines collar bone, grabbed the back of his head and twirled sending him flying in the opposite direction.
Thump “Jesus…” He moaned groggily and rubbed his wounded neck. “The ******** got up your a**?”
Cat was grinning at the marine when she said “My a** is none of your business Private.” She cracked her knuckles satisfyngly. “Okay boys, Private Pushover is done for the day, who’s next?”
Cat was in her offduty gear and wore sparring gloves. She loved sparring in the gym, these young marines always wanted to be the best or the strongest. Well she would make them work for it and this was a good past time while she couldnt kill the alien bastards.
“Come on!” She hollered loudly “Whos up?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:33 pm
Anthony couldn't help but hear the comotion just around the bend. He set the map on the table and left it for the 2 of them to study. "Sirs, I'll be right back, fight going on in the mess hall."
He approched the Gunny causing all the fighting. Anthony recognised her as the same one from the Monterey.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, he said in a dead voice: "Ok Sergeant. I think thats enough to drink."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:43 pm
She felt a hand on her right shoulder and automatically grabbed it with her left hand, she turned around and twisted the hand upside down and inward. She was very good at submissive and dominant holds and grabs.
Then she saw who it was, some ODST who had been in the armory on the Monterey. Who is he? she thought about it, when saw his insignia of a Warrant Officer, Just my luck.
Cat let go of his hand quickly, stepped back and saluted him, “Ah… sorry sir the other marines and I were just sparring and… didn’t mean to bother you sir!”
The marines who were watching the sparring matches just moment before began to scuff away snickering and laughing softly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:47 pm
14 plus the 1 he had made 15, odd's weren't in his favor, but he wasn't losing to Ashton now. "Hit me" he said finally. At this point he was confident that Ashton was ok, this just showed him he wasn't drowsy, witch was Warren's main concern. He got a 10 and warren frowned. "Bust, you win" He said. "Start your work on the private over there with the injured shoulder. I'm going to explore this place a bit" Warren said as he got up and left Ashton to his medical duties.
Even thou Warren had never told anyone or even had a chance to use them, he had navigating skills, rarely ever came in handy thou. But he did enjoy exploring, so to check out this new base seemed like a pretty fun idea. He walked past a gym and a female marine was beating the crap up out of all the gun ho privates. He stepped in the gym and leaned on a back wall and watched. This reminded him of his sparring matches with his dad, and by god was his dad no push over. Warren had never won, he was always on the ground bleeding and bruised when it was over. Thou his father wasn't cruel, he just never wanted Warren to be a victim, someone who could stand on his own. He figured he would watch for a bit before moving on to the next stop.
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