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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:30 am
Sergeant Scarlet R. Whitmen
Marine Combat Medic
Alpha Base
Weapon fire crackled around Alpha Base as Scarlet grabbed the Captain's hand "Sir, it's Sergeant Whitmen again.. I have to help defend the base but I will have some Marines be with you until we can leave this hellhole.." she looked at the Captain once more then did her best to run over to Sergeant Masterson. Before speaking to the other Sergeant she ordered three Marines to watch Stone, after she watched the marines crouch down and tend to Captain Stone she looked back at Masterson "Where em I needed?" she watched the marines with the Captain again "Take good care of him!" she looked at the Sergeant again for his reply.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:43 pm
PFC. Jackson King
Marine Compat Medic
Alpha Base, BANZAI!
Jackson fired at the sentinels coming his way, he and the rest of his squad backed up against a rock wall of some sort. "Guys, get out of here. Try to get to safety. I'm taking 'em with me." Jackson told the men. They simply stared at him before shrugging and running off, Jackson unleashing hell from his BR55A unto the sentinels.
"TAKE ME! MOTHER ******** TAKE ME!" Jackson screamed before pulling off of one of his nades and putting it in his mouth. He rushed towards the sentinels, leaping into the air a second before the grenade exploded. Jackson's body ripped to shreds as well did the sentinels. Jackson's brains ended up somwhere in a near by tree while his neck was completly disenagrated. His stomach and entrails ended up against a wall, stuck there with sentinel shrapnel holding it in, leaving a bloody messages of the dumbass that died there that day.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 2:11 pm
Gunnery Sergeant Thomas "Sparks" Cain
Alpha Base, Harvest
Scouting the Battle
Tom approached the edge of the cliffs overlooking Alpha Base on his stomach. Very carefully, he drug himself closer to the edge until he could see over. When he was in his preferred position, he pulled a pair of Self-Focusing Binoculars.
Alpha Base seemed to consist of several buildings, several stand-alone bunkers, and a machine gun battery which laid in ruins by this time.
He could see, not very far away, the source of the gunfire. Waves of sentinels floated to a bullet-riddled doom at the hands of UNSC fighters. The machines died easily enough, but there was a constant supply of them emanating from a far off Building. The building was, architecturally, very geometric in shape. He had never seen a building like it before in his life. He shrugged it off, and looked back to the battle. Several ODST's ducked and weaved in the rock fields near the strange building, while the Marines were much closer to the Base, and seemed to be retreating.
"Damn. We're in deep, for sure." He said, putting his binoculars away, and fishing in his backpack for his repelling kit.
He drug out a self drilling harness clip. He pressed it to the icy rocks near the edge of the cliff, and it drilled straight down into the ground. Finally, when it reached the proper depth, it stopped. Tom clipped a carabiner to the loop, and ran a nylon rope through it. He tied a strong joining knot in the rope, and fed the other end through a carabiner on his belt. He backed up to the edge of the cliff, and gave the rope a good tug. Sure of it, he slowly walked over the edge. He gripped the rope hard, controlling his slow descent. Finally sure of himself, he began jumping.
When he reached the bottom, he pulled the last lengths of rope through his belt loop, and walked into the camp.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:54 am
>> NAME: Hammer, Michael R. | UNSC NAVY O-5
>> Surface of Harvest [SE.413]
Hammer looked around quickly at all the sentinels flying here and there, Marines shooting at them as lasers burned through armor and flesh. The Marines were holding their own, but the Commander wasn't sure they could do it for much longer. There seemed to be an endless wave of them coming from the relic and cartographer, as if you shot down one another two would take it's place. They'd be overrun in minutes.
"Angel, if I plug you back in can you shut them all down?"
I believe I can, yes.
"Then the structure is our destination," said the Commander to the Corporal. "Amnesty of God, this is Sierra-Echo-four-thirteen. We've figured out a way to down the sentinels." Hammer jumped back into the driver seat of the warthog and looked around for a moment. Finally static came over the COM, followed by the Admiral's voice, "And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Commander?" Hammer's eyes fell upon the structure in the distance. "Sir, if I can insert Angel back into the cartographer, she's certain she can shut them down, or at the very least, reprogram them." After another couple of seconds the Admiral responded, "Then get to it, Commander." Inside of his helmet the Spartan was smiling. "Mount up!"
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Rear-Admiral Christopher E. Hoffman
> UNSC AMNESTY OF GOD [AG.ACTUAL]
>> Bridge
"No, Poole, I disagree," he said looking away from the screen towards a few of the others ones that were displaying a live feed from the ground. Their Marines were getting slaughtered down on the surface. Hoffman stroked his chin in thought, "We may need to come back for more intel. If we MAC'd the structure we'd lose that opportunity." This was one of those situations that Hoffman really disliked being in. The COM device that Hoffman had personally installed into the ship came to life in a burst of low static, followed by Commander Hammer's voice.
"Amnesty of God, this is Sierra-Echo-four-thirteen. We've figured out a way to down the sentinels."
For Poole it probably seemed like the Admiral was talking to himself. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Commander?" he asked.
"Sir, if I can insert Angel back into the cartographer, she's certain she can shut them down, or at the very least, reprogram them."
"Then get to it, Commander," said Hoffman before pressing his earpiece and closing the channel. His eyes flitted up to Captain Poole's rather quickly, "It seems that Commander Hammer has figured out a way to stop these things. Until then, bring down as many as possible. God speed, Captain." Hoffman cut the broadcast channel with a brief nod of his head, finally turning to acknowledge the presence of his X.O. The boy liked his sleep, and the Admiral was happy to grant him that bit of luxury. Something had woken him.
The Admiral mentally shrugged and stood up from the command chair. "Arkady," he called to him to get his attention. "I'm going to retire to my quarters for a bit." Hoffman rolled his shoulders once and felt a pop, noting how stiff he actually felt, "You now have control of the Amnesty. Blow those ******** out of the sky." With that final adieu the Admiral exited the bridge. He trusted Arkady with his life, and felt that if he could trust him then so could the crew.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 11:41 am
Corporal Oleksy Lebenov
Location: Alpha Base
Status: Preparing to move out
The corporal nodded before jogging a short distance to the nearest hog, and immediately climbing up on the gun. He had a reputation as a terrible driver among his fellow soldiers, possible having something to do with his habit of causing warthogs to roll over at even small bumps. He placed his feet into the clamps on bottom of the turret so he wouldn't be thrown from the vehicle when it hit a bump.
Cocking the turret he turned to his comrades and hollered, "Mount up marines, time to bag us some clanks! Don't let the special forces do all the work for us."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 2:48 pm
Sergeant Scarlet R. Whitmen
Marine Combat Medic
Alpha Base
Scarlet heard a Marine yelling at everyone to mount up, she looked back at Masterson and saluted and then ran off toward the Warthog the yelling Marine was in. "Where we goin?" she jumped in the passenger seat and looked back at the Marine "By the way I'm Sergeant Whitmen.." she put her hand out for him to reach down and shake. After shaking the Marines hand she watched as the other Marines at Alpha loaded into Hog's as well, she wondered if the Marines watching Captain Stone would have to leave him. The Marine and Scarlet continued to wait for a driver.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 3:03 pm
Gunnery Sergeant Thomas "Sparks" Cain
Alpha Base, Harvest
Rummaging
Tom ambled into one of the detached bunkers. He rummaged through a weapons locker and finally found a Shotgun. A godsend, to him.
He picked up the CAWS, and looked at it in the dim light.
"Finally, a worth-a-s**t weapon." He said, loading in several of the Eight-Gauge shells he was able to save from the Prayer.
He double-clicked the mechanism, and chambered a round. Looking to his right, he could see several boxes of shells, all slug rounds.
He quickly stuffed the shells into the pockets on his utility belt. As he slung the weapon onto his back he turned to the right. Through the small slit in the wall he could see a standalone warthog.
Shrugging, he heedlessly shuffled through the powdery snow to the vehicle. As he touched the cold steering wheel, he hefted himself into the driver seat. Before pressing the on-button, he checked once more that there were no other marines around. He could use a gunner if there was one to be had.
He pressed the on-button and the twelve-liter engine roared to life. He grabbed the gear-shift and pushed the transmission into the Drive position.
The M12 accelerated quickly after momentarily spinning out in the loose snow, creating a large white cloud behind the vehicle, and pushing Tom into his seat. He looked to his right to see that the radio was operational.
He picked up the receiver in his right hand and held the "Talk" button down. "This is Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Cain of the U.N.S.C. Armored Prayer. I'm heading towards the firefight in an M12 Warthog, and I need a gunner. Can anybody hear me? Over."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:15 pm
Sergeant Viktor Thorben
Alpha base
Grabbing equipment
Viktor had barely gotten off the Armored Prayer alive. He had left his equipment on the doomed ship and was stuck with his sidearm which had only one clip in it. He was cleaning his sniper rifle when the klaxons and sirens went off. He was in too much of a hurry to put the damn thing back together. Next thing he knew, he was in the UNSC encampment on planet Harvest herself.
“This is Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Cain of the U.N.S.C. Armored Prayer. I'm heading towards the firefight in an M12 Warthog, and I need a gunner. Can anybody hear me? Over.” Vik’s radio crackled as he walked along the muddy ground towards the nearest armory.
“Sergeant, This is sergeant Viktor Thorben from the armored prayer. I hear you loud and clear. Those bastards destroyed my beloved home and I’ve been dying for some payback. I’ll be in front of the barracks at the north east corner in five minutes, I’ll gladly fill anyone with lead for you.” He replied to the man on the radio.
He grabbed an MA5C Assault rifle, a few clips, and two frag grenades from the armory. On his way out, he snatched a pack of cigs on top of one of the foot lockers murmuring some vulgar curses at the enemy he has yet to meet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:25 pm
Sergeant Kio Liengod
ODST Medic
Waking Up
Kio's HUD was blank. Kio's face was blank. Kio's movement's weren't happening. In his angered attack on a Sentinel, he been hit by the machines dying explosion. A small ringing noise in his ear had been attempting to wake him. The noise was the onboard computer, trying to keep one more soldier alive. His eyes slowly opened, and his HUD immediately lit up, showing targets, allies, and objectives. He stood up, an ODST still reeling with shock at the loss of his ship, and much of it's mighty crew. The HUD lit a yellow line around an M12 Warthog moving quickly in his general direction. The HUD then showed the name of the soldier driving the machine.
"Gunny Cain, I could use a ride." He said, simply and clearly over the radio.
He picked up his MA5C AR and waited for the Vehicle of War to give him an opportunity for revenge.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:15 pm
LCDR Arkady Awren
- UNSC Amnesty Of God
-- Main Bridge The muse was drifting ever so slightly in Arkady's mind. Tactics, strategy, maneuvers. All were prevalent in which way he would go about this particular situation. Large sentinels, and two, maybe three ships as backup. It wasn't the best of combat scenarios, but then, again, in the Awren's mind, it wasn't the worst either. Alpha and Delta Halo had certainly been more than this was; but still, it was worth thinking about. It was ALWAYS worth thinking about. Especially if your life was at stake. That, and a few hundred others.
When the Admiral mentioned he was going to his quarters, Arkady's heart gave a leap, but his face flushed a little. He loved the proposition of commanding the ship again, but...sometimes, when given the responsibility of finishing someone else's course of action, he became easily frustrated, especially if there were casualties finishing such a job. But, that was beside the point. An order was an order. And Arkady freakin' had a job to do. So, without further ado...
"Aye sir, I have the con, don't expect much sleep."
Arkady took his seat in the captain's chair...which was uncomfortably plush for being such a ship. The guy preferred sharing the crew's conditions as his own. Slipping his glasses onto his face, he began the meticulous, yet assertive and aggressive process of getting the ship underway.
"Helms, bring the ship about perpendicular and orbit the sentinel format as best as possible, all ahead full, bring our starboard archer pods and point defense about. Keep our transversal up, I don't want them tracking us, much less disturbing the good Admiral's sleep. Oh!"
Arkady added with a finger pointing to on-staff security.
"Get me a coffee, black. Weapons, arm the archers, and all else fails, bring a shiva armed, we'll use the EMP if things go to hell. Charge the MAC to full power! Move it!"
Oy, what a stressful job. And for some reason, he was wondering if he was forgetting something. Arkady was ALWAYS forgetting something. Hopefully it wasn't something important, like the ships engine being offline or something...oh God forbid that dream became reality...
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:31 am
1st Lieutenant Mika Jokinen
ODST CO
Rounding up
Mika took MA5C and ammo from the deceased soldier and checked whether the weapon had been damaged. The C7 was empty, and the sniper rifle was of no use in heated mid-range combat. He took a peek over the plains and cursed. "Pull back! To defense! Last push, boys!"
He had lied there, but what else was he going to say? "We're gonna die"?
He tapped one ODST on the shoulder and pointed him to back the Lieutenant up. Forming an ex-tempore battle-pair they moved to a rockier section which would be better suited against the deadly Sentinels. "To the rocks! Support and ambush procedures!"
He saw an ODST medic patch up a wounded leg, and it reminded Mika to order a retreat-point for wounded soldiers. The Sentinels moved quick, flew and shot sharp, but ODSTs were up to the challenge.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:19 pm
Gunnery Sergeant Thomas "Sparks" Cain
Alpha Base, Harvest
Gathering Assets
Tom held the receiver to his mouth for several seconds, waiting for a response.
Finally, through the static, a voice could be heard.
“Sergeant, This is sergeant Viktor Thorben from the armored prayer. I hear you loud and clear. Those bastards destroyed my beloved home and I’ve been dying for some payback. I’ll be in front of the barracks at the north east corner in five minutes, I’ll gladly fill anyone with lead for you.” The Sergeant replied through the void.
"Understood, Sergeant. I'll be there in three." Tom said, and put the receiver down.
Tom fish-tailed around the corner of a base, and another voice was heard through the radio.
"Gunny Cain, I could use a ride."
Tom picked the receiver once again. "Roger, soldier. Meet me at the north-east corner of Alpha Base."
He set the receiver down again, and focused on missing the marines now running around him. He would just as soon stop and pick several of them up, but he knew how much he would hate to be left out of the fight. He pushed the gas harder.
Finally out of the sea of soldiers, he rolled to a stop on a small gravel-bed. There he waited for several seconds until a marine appeared to the right of the M12.
"I assume you're Sergeant Thorben."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:30 am
Sergeant Viktor Thorben
Alpha base
hopping on a warthog
“At your service.” Vik replied as he hopped at the back of the vehicle.
He strapped his riffle at his back and checked to see whether the mounted weapon was good to go. He pulled back the bolt handle letting it give out a loud clack as he released it. He pulled the trigger so the multi barreled gun revolve a couple of times but made sure no bullets came out.
“Locked and loaded!” He shouted at the gunnery sergeant “Time for payback.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 3:19 pm
Master Gunnery Seargent
Donnovan Greensborough
Status:Recovering from pod crash near Alpha base
Don groaned as he slowly came to inside his escape pod. He tried to stand up, and had to quickly find a corner to heave up his lunch. He threw his helmet toward one of the empty seats while he finished heaving. Once finished, he felt his head and found one hell of a lump. If not for his helmet, he would most likely be very dead, but the concussion was bad enough.
He put his helmet back on, and as soon as the radio was working he picked up quite a bit of chatter. Several caught his attention, but until he got out of this flying coffin, he wasn't going to be much use. With a quick jerk, He pulled his shotgun from the storage locker, loaded some of the double aught buck, grabbed the medkit, and carefully climbed out of the pod, and the hole it had punched in the ice.
Once outside he got his bearings, and was surprised how close he was to the base. Knowing that the base was in a world of trouble, he pushed past the symptoms of his concussion and began a loping jog toward the base.
He heard someone looking for soldiers to man a warthog, and angled his path toward the building Cain detailed. With a grin he depressed his radio transmit button. "Master Sargent Greensborough calling Sargent Cain, you looking for another body Gunny?" he asked over the comm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 5:45 pm
Lance Corporal Shane Recarta
Half A Mile From Alpha Base
Exiting Escape Pod
The first thing Shane saw as he woke up was his bio on his HUD winking yellow. Everything else was pitch black and he could barely remember the events leading up to the crash. One second he was checking his equipment the next he was being evacuated in an escape which then was shot down by patrolling sentinels.
The first thing he did was test out his body for serious injury.
Lucky for him he only suffered a broken rib and some first degree burns.
He then activated his night vision and scanned the pod for any usable equipment.
Unfortunately for Shane the crash had damaged his Rifle and his M7 SMG only had one usable clip left with three frag grenades.
He checked his Tac-Map and marked Alpha base as his destination then field stripped his M7 making sure the chamber wasn't jammed, stored his grenades on his belt unlatched the door and was temporarily blinded by the glare of sun on the miles on the Ice.
He then activated his Com-"Attention any available marines. This is Lance Corporal Recarta from the Armored Prayer requesting pick-up. Over."
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