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 Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 8:59 pm
Kyle looks around the room, his gaze blurred, "What the?" Kyle is laying on the durasteel floor of the hallway he was in. He stood up and looked around, "********' asses." He picked up his MA5B and walked upto a door labeled: Crew quarters. He walks in and goes to his bunk. He looks around for a something. He smiles as he pulls out his fathers grenade belt, "Let's see the bastards try and fight me now." He runs out of the quarters and out of the base through the hangar. He sees some covenant troops, "Hey! Stooges! Over here! Looky! Looky!" He shoots his MA5B at them and watches the grunts drop and gazes as the elite pulls out an energy sword. Suddenly bullets rip past Kyle's face, dropping the elites head inches from his feet, "Oh Christ." A dozen Marines run by Kyle and then sees a sargeant run by, "Move yo' a** maggot." The voice was rough but familiar. He thought to himself and realized it was his DI from basic training, Sargeant Phillip Cornwallis. He runs foreward as the other Marines push onward through the small canyon up ahead, "Sarge! Whats the plan! Sir!" The Sargeant stops and looks at Kyle, "Svetly! I remember you and your little last training day prank that made me lose my most prized possestion, my fathers first MA5B clip." Kyle smirks, "Sorry sir it won't ever happen again." Your Goddamn right it wont now move it soldier!" Kyle and the other marines push onward until they reach a valley littered with bodies.....
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 10:30 am
Kyle and the other marines stood scattered on one end of the canyon, "s**t.......This is bad. Real bad." Kyle looked as some marines were walking towards them in blood covered uniforms, they had the look of defeat on their faces. Kyle glanced around the field and saw medics tending to the wounded. Screams were heard from everywhere. Kyle heard a familiar cry for help. He ran over to a young man lying on the ground missing his legs, "Kyle?" He looked at the man in disbelief, "Joe?" Kyle stood in an instance and screamed, "Medic!! Medic!! Over here!!" Four medical team marines came over, "Step away from the man." Kyle backed up and watched as the medics applied pressure to Joe's wounds. Suddenly the medics backed away from Joe. The medics rushed over to another group of bodies. He looked at Joe's body, it layed motionless on the ground. A single tear fell down his face. He heard the sargeant's voice, "Svetly! Get over here! Your on meat bag duty!" Kyle walked over and grabbed a box of body bags and started to bag and tag the bodies. After about an hour the ground shook and the marines stationed in the pass on the other end of the field started to run out from their positions. A radio marine near Kyle said into the radio, "Adams! Come in Adams! What the hell is going on over there?" Kyle picked up some binoculars off a body. He stood up and looked in the direction of the pass. He turned around and ran to the sargeant, "Sarge we got covenant. Lots of 'em." Kyle gave the binoculars to the sargeant, "Well I'll be danmed. They're going to hit us with everything they have left." He spun around to face Kyle, "Svetly! Take third squad over to the pass and check out the odds that are coming against us......And don't ******** it up." Kyle ran off and headed for the pass. Third squad and Kyle layed down by some bodies and scanned the area, "s**t." They saw dozens of wraiths, 6 scarabs, tons of ghosts, 4 phantoms, too many jackals to even guess, elites by the hundreds, and grunts by the the hundreds. They ran back to the marines and told the sargeant about the covenant troops. He walked over to the radio and picked up the mouth-piece, "Captain Brennan! Captain Brennan! Come in! We have a major situation."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:23 am
Saminoz knew he had only one shot to at this . He looked around for something as he saw a losse frag on the ground. He picked it up and without warning turned around and shoved the grenade in the mouth of the brute. AS the Brute backed up, the frag exploded as blood sprayed over Saminoz, he hoped that this would be enough to divert the attention of the covenant momentarily while someone else came to his aid..
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:28 pm
Brennan slid down the corridor as he made a hard turn to the doorway to his right, a Plasma bolt missing him by inches.
"This is Captain Brennan, I need a Firesquad on Sub Deck Alpha. Bring an assault team and a Demo team, I need a door that needs blasting.
ANd for Christ sakes, bring me another Captain. I'm tired of doing all this s**t alone..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 2:07 am
Captain Brennan's COM link request cracked in his helmet. He quickly responded back over the COM.
'Roger that sir, on our way. Were packin' the heat...'
Mathias ended the transmission with a chuckle. He gathered up his skeleton team and quickly briefed them on their new objective...
"Any questions? None? Good...Move out!" Captain Twombley finished. The team was down to about ten. Not exactly what Captain Brennan was probably hoping for, but it was all he had to work with for the time being. He just hoped that he would reach the Captain quickly enough.
Moving quickly and quietly, the squad made its way to Sub Deck Alpha. Captain Twombley, kept an ear open for new reports on the battle net for anything that might be in reference to their current location...
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:34 am
Coop lay finally concious after a day long nap. He soon found his helmet lodged under the flipped warthog. He summoned the energy to assume he had crashed during the heat of battle. Coop took cover behind his warthog.
"This is Coop Kritake, what is the battle status? I'm found my self in a mess, requesting transport. I repeat, requesting transport."
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:40 pm
It wasn't long before the small squad of ODSTs made their way to Sub-Deck Alpha. Twombley had them take the dusty old stairwell to try and remain as inconspicuous as possible as they moved towards Captain Brennan. "Hold up here," Twombley ordered, and instinctively the ODSTs took up defensive positions, as best they could anyways, for there was not much room in the stairwell for intricate maneuvers.
Twombley took a knee, slinging his weapon over his shoulder and attempted to hail Brennan; "Captain Brennan..." He waited for a response.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:06 pm
... The explotion of the Plasma grenade washed over the metal covering Brennan's Body. His COM Crackled a voice at him.
'Roget that. Set up a base of fire here. I've got heavy opposition on my end. I'm held up on the southern area of the corridor.
Who is this? State your name and rank soilder...'
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 8:34 pm
'Sir, this is Gunnery Sergeant Hyobi of the ODST. My crew was obliterated by the attacking covenant troops. I heard your ask for help, I am here. What can I do for you, sir?'
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:53 pm
"Roger that Sergeant. Recon with me and the Firing Squad on Subdeck Alpha..
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 10:10 pm
'Aye, sir, I am at your back all the way. Hyobi headed down to sub-alpha deck and met up with his commander. 'What would you have me do?'
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 11:09 pm
Brennan grabbed the trooper's arm and pulled him into the corner next to him, avoiding a plasma bolt by inches. His armor clanked against the metal walls.
"Now, we wait. The Fireteam should be here in a minute. How much ammo do you have trooper?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:18 am
Hyobi checked his BR55 and what clips he had left. "I have a full clip loaded, and about 7 clips left and 3 frag grenades. I am ready, sir."
Hyobi quickly glanced over the wall and targeted an elite. He withdrew the pin from a grenade and threw it right at the elite. The creature jumped away from its new threat, but too late. The grenade exploded along with his shields, Hyobi scoped in on the elites head and pulled the trigger in a split second. The elite went down.
"Make that 2 frag grenades and 33 rounds left in my rifle, sir."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 11:38 pm
Brennan clasped a hand on the trooper shoulder. "Then we aren't going anywhere."
He opend his COM again.
"This is Captain Brennan, where the hell is my firesquad!?"
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