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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:07 pm
*Kobra really didn't want to volitear. But he nodded at Phoenix, but making it clear to him that he really didn't want to do it.*
"Ya sir, I can man it. Um... I had a alittle bit of Trainning sir, but not allot, just the Basics. you know the Step-up process, fire arm, etc. Frist i need to check it for ammo then after that I need to seccure the logg-in process and the targeting data. I can up load it to the Hog too that way you'll have any up-to date map and area processer, to find and kill the Covant or envade them fast. Hold on..."
*Kobra looked at his mapped as it dissplayed on his HUD Show that the best path was to the north-east of them. He look to discover that thier were allot of covant and allot of Marines in the area.*
"Okay Sir, listen we have a clear shoot to the North-East of our current position, or we could take them out faster but nat as safe. It you'r call, no matter what there is going to be a impact, beacuse if we aren't stealthy we will be exsposed, but if we are we'll make it no problem, or if we go up the center and take them out, their could be a chance of us getting out numbered, or overwealed. Also we could be going into a trap into the hanger. They might just be taking the supplies just to luwer us into the hanger to kill us. But it's you'r call sir.."
*Kobra stood awaitting orders.*
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 9:22 pm
"Sorry Lt, I can drive but I'm as likely to shoot our guy as the bad guys, with my aim..."Sergent Jenkins said, looking at the hog and shrugged. He walked over to the the drivers seat, turned and said,"May I sir?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:09 am
Coop was getting impatient, and he knew just how to show it.
"If you don't mind I have a different suggestion. Who ever wants to try to open a side door and stealthfuly take out covenant should be free to do so. But. If anyone wants to take their responsibility of fighting. Get your a** on this 'hog! If no one oing to man up I'll just have to drive and shoots a the same time! He hardly ever used a loud voice such as this.
"Now if we don't start kickin' ome serious a**, fast. You might as wellkive up and leave it for the damn Spartan. Coop yanked the pin off arenade straped to his thiegh. It moked and twirled through the air as he sde armed it over ver. Satisfaction came as soon as the grande set off itself and a few boxes of ammo sending shrapnel all around the covenant borders.
"Hoo wa!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 6:59 am
Saminoz lost track of the Spartan, but that didn't slow him down. He kept runninghead on into the front line of Covenant. Before he got any closer to them. He chucked his last frag into their line. The last frag was the best. When it hit it bounced a bit taking out central part of the second, third, and fourth line. The smoke and shrapnel gave him enough time to slide into a steel barricade that was set up their 10yards in front of their line. Probably their before the Covenant advancement. Saminoz stayed quiet and stayed low making it seem like there was nothing there.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:30 pm
Phoenix shrugged, not all-too fussed about the yelling amidst the explosions in the background. "Did someone say stealth? I'll admit that I'm getting sick of waiting for that damned Spartan, so why not go on the offensive?" Lifting his sniper rifle, Phoenix looked quickly at the other marines. "No need to ask permission to get the opportunity of killing some more Covenant, so get going! Anyone here consider themselves stealthy, come with me. I don't feel all too creative at this very moment, so why not just send in the hog, all armed and shiny, backed up by the rest of us? Wait, why am I bothering to ask? I'm a friggin' officer! Get going marines!"
Keeping some distance between himself and the back of the warthog, Phoenix advanced, using what cover he could find to protect himself whilst firing sniper bullets into any Covenant he could spot. Of course, he wouldn't run out of targets anytime soon; the hangar was swarming with them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 12:52 pm
"Ill take that as a yes, sir." Sergent Jenkins said as he pulled himself in to the Warthog. He pushed the ignition and the hog sputtered to life. "Ahg...seen better days this one has. Well, hop in men! Were goin' for a ride!" the Sergent said, reving the engine and gripping the wheel.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 7:53 pm
Phoenix grinned and peeked his head around the hangar bay entrance. The first five metres ahead of him completely vacated, he considered himself safe and dropped to the ground in order to pick off targets with his weapon.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:49 pm
The Colonel grimaced as he felt the floor beneath shudder slightly from an explosion nearby, followed by the sounds of rifle fire as the battle below raged on. The enemy seemed to be moving slowly, carefully using their stealth to gain every possible advantage in enemy territory. They couldn't take over the facility, but they could certainly ruin the human coordination. Kenneth, of course, was still wearing his regulation uniform, making the CO a clear target for any Covenant soldier. _______________________________________________ Master Sergeant Hallick cautiously advanced within the base of the command tower, he and his team having already left the passage that led from the wall. He eased his upper body around the corner with his rifle raised as they came to the main entrance. It was truly a bad sign for them as they waded through the destruction. Hundreds of holes and burns peppered the metal walls, with even more shell casings coating the floor. The usually clean walls were made into a canvas for dozens of blood smears, some crimson being mixed in with the purple and bright blue. The shells weren't the only thing littering the ground as they were forced to push through the dozens of corpses that lined the floor. The mixed armor colors of black, grey, and silver were thankfully outnumbering the levels of Marine green, though there were clearly casualties.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 6:20 pm
"Are we goin' for a ride or what? LETS MOVE!!" First Sergent Jenkins shouted to the motionless mariens.
(( scream xp domokun xd ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 6:25 pm
Saminoz kept hidden behind the barricade. He began to breath hard not in exauhstion but in fear. He knew that he wouldn't live very long on the front line as least without freindly and the only ones he knew were back at the hanger which was way to far away. As he sat there the firing on his side of the line had stopped. He heard what seemed to be a group of Elites and Brutes talking. He tried to stay calm as this was going on behind him. Then he heard the three deadly words from an Elite. "Wort Wort Wort!" Saminoz was cursing up a storm in his head regretting what he had done. While he was thinking he suddenly began to smell a horrbile stench. Unfortunantly for Saminoz this was not the stench of a dead body no this was much worse. Something was breathing on him. With a every disgusting breeze of hot air Saminoz hair stood up. He had to do something fast.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 11:07 pm
Phoenix fired accurately and steadily into the two enemy lines; it seemed the brutes and elites weren't on the best speaking terms, as to the left of the massive hangar stood several brutes covered by a line of jackals with shields, and to the right stood several elites with more than a few lines of grunts who stood in their places to act as cannon fodder.
The second lieutenant shrugged. If it means more aliens have to do so I can get some elite headshots, more fun for us.
All around him manouvred the other marines, along with the warthog that drove around in random directions to minimise damage from covenant projectile weaponry. "Come on, marines! We need to do more than make a dent in these bastards!" Phoenix shouted over his broad wave frequency.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 7:51 pm
Coop stood from his seat. Still hold the steering wheel he began to fire. Bursts of three rounds escaped his rifle and tore down small game. His sideways facing gun slapped a few jackles and grunts to the ground. He swept his gun sideways-left and right- to destroy and scatering enemys. Coop had taken out a quarter of the enemys small forces by the time he sat down because of the dangerously close plasma fire.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 10:50 pm
((Okay, sick of the stagnant death that is this guild roleplay... Time warping just a moment if nobody minds...))
Sitting down and thoroughly cleaning his weapon, Phoenix noted that he'd only five bullets left for the sniper rifle. Gee, what a battle that was. Probably wouldn't have succeeded had those reinforcements not arrived. Pity more than half of them died, but at least the hangar is now free of any living Covenant.
Confident his weapon wouldn't fail him, Second Lieutenant Edwards packed his gear away into pockets on his person, then stood up to survey Hangar 6. "Now then," Phoenix stated aloud, knowing that most if not all of the nearby marines would hear his voice, "I'm going to need a report on our status, if somebody here wouldn't mind obliging. Also, distribute all weaponry retrieved from among the fallen, human and covenant, because I am almost certain our 'talents' are still required if this base is going to hold against the enemy." He looked at those who appeared to fatigued to comply with his instructions. "Get going! Within five minutes, I want to know how many vehicles we have at hand here, how many marines that can still fight, and if any of those 'dependable' Spartans can aid us. I also need someone to contact command central for our specific orders; my COM headset got destroyed in that skirmish, and I need to know where our help is most needed! Go, go, go, marines!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:12 am
Captain Brennan, after being split up with his partner, was pinned down a corridor armed with only a pistol.
Plasma bolts streaked over his head, as the heat pricked at his scalp and face.
After a momentary pause in the suppresive fire, Brennan took the opportunity to bury a few rounds into some grunts, causing one's Methane tank to erupt in a blue firestorm and take out a few of his fellow teammates.
Ideas of his next 10 moves rushed through his head, like a chessgame, he needed to be in the position to take out their leader, a heafty brute. But to him, it was like taking a queen with a Pawn. Mike was only armed with a pistol, which ment his only other option was to find another weapon.
The plasma bolts continued to pelt the armor coted sides of the corridor as they melted away at the 5 inch thick metal walls.
The sudden staccatto of fire ceased, and Mike made his play. He rolled out of his cubby hiding place with a roll and a quick recovery. Positioning himself on his knee's, he fired rounds ot his pistol ammo at the monsters. Some connected with flesh, others with metal siding.
To his reluctance, he saw the head of the Brute erupt in blood. Headshot.
Mike, spun on his sole and dashed backwards as the remaining suppessing force looks as their squad leader fell to the ground. He darted full force as plasma bolts erupted above him like lightining.
((Look who's back boys...))
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