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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:53 pm
Corporal Oleksy Lebenov
Location: Odyssey Hanger 2
Status: waiting for assignment.
Corporal Lebenov leaned against the door of the pelican, sighing in relief that he had made it off that frozen deathtrap alive. He had been the only one of his squad to show up at the designated pelican however, leaving him to wonder if any of them made it. His comms had been knocked out early in the fight from the emp of a sentinel explosion. As it was he was waiting for his name to be read off by the intercom calling out other people from his ship.
He craved a cigarette really, but it was forbidden to use such recreation measures in a such a pure oxygen environment. He looked lazily and tiredly over to the main entrance to the hanger, eyes focusing on the naval officer with a PDA rattling off names of personnel not previously allocated to the person on the intercom.
He had made it, but he could be almost sure that wasnt the end of their troubles.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:58 pm
Corporal Nathan Fenix
Evacuation
Nathan sat up with whoever was left to be evacuated. Everything of his, gone. The Armored Prayer, destroyed. He had lost everything. He can't remember how bad it was since he had repressed the memory. He doesn't want to remember that, it was too horrible. With his left arm broken and right thigh injured, though he wasn't quite "as useful as a dvd rewinder." Somehow, during the evacuation, he had lost his rifle, a SRS99D-S2 that was assigned to him. He still had his sidearm with him, though, and knew few of the landmarks he had set. He looked up. One of the ODSTs that were in charge of cleaning up and evacuating all of the dead and survivors requested his information, likely for identification.
"Nathan Fenix... Corporal...Marine... Marksman..." He said in a tone that meant he was still able, but injured. "I'm banged up a bit.... but I can... get through it..." He tried to get up, trying to prove his strength to the elite marine kneeling in front of him. Nathan slid back down the wall. "Or maybe not..."
"Can we get a medic to check this marine out? His injury seems to be getting worse. Are you sure that you're okay? Whatever you do, just don't move your leg."
Nathan just nodded to listen to his suggestion. Those ODSTs are lucky. Full body and all, they get the better stuff. That's going to be one of my new goals, he thought to himself, despite all of the pain from his thigh injury and broken arm.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 9:23 pm
So the last of the Pelicans left the surface of Harvest and the sun rose to start a new day on that side of the planet. As the last one was docked, people were starting to make their way to cryostasis, and while that was happening, the slipspace commands were being set. Everything was locked down, and set to go after a few hours work. People were now going into cryo, and the protocol sequence began for journey back to a civilized planet. With the flash, they were gone from the orbit of Harvest, the planet was now left with a few more scars of battle, and the Sentinels aimlessly flew around the planet.
What was left now, upon the surface of Harvest was part the metal remains of the UNSC Armored Prayer. But one part was taken. They had cut the name from what was left of the hull, so the ship will always be remembered and all who died because of it. Some parts still smoked, some were already iced over. SOEIVs were scattered about, some have destroyed, some in almost perfect condition. There was weaponry, armor, and other stuff that came from the Prayer, scattered across the Harvest tundra wasteland. But no human was left behind, be them dead or alive. No one.
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