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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:46 pm
SSgt Richard Anderson
>UNSC Iron Sunrise
>>Location: Unknown, Crash Site
It had been nearly half an hour since Morre had taken the majority of their remaining troops to search out the lost soldier. He hoped that they hadn't run into trouble, but he was confident that if they did, they would come out of it on top.
He had been left behind with the two Corporals, one with a heavily injured foot, and the other part of Morre's original squad. Not much of a base defense team, but seeing as how they hadn't seen a covenant patrol for a few hours now, he wasn't particularly concerned.
And then with a sudden twist, their chances got significantly better.
He made his way over to the new found corporal, his shotgun resting easily in the crook of his arm.
"Good to see you, Corporal. First things first, have your boys set up a defensive perimeter. At the moment all we're doing is squatting. Staff Sergeant Moore has taken a squad to assist another downed officer. And as for the ODST's, last I heard they were en route to reclaim the commander."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 5:28 pm
:/{ Hand of Perdition, Special Operations Officer; Zhar Vak 'Kuvamee
:/{ Mission Date - 0105"
:/{ Crashed Human Starship
Several minutes had passed when the group of humans standing before him finally decided to begin moving out of the bridge, and to his luck the demon was leaving first. They had the strange idea of putting a single human between him and the human leader, but even one enemy was enough of a problem. Once he had his sights on the human leader, he sprung into action. Like a bolt of lightning cutting across the sky, Zhar Vak 'Kuvamee swiftly sprinted across the expanse of the bridge, literally pushed through a few humans who were still standing about, and found himself near the human leader.
Without a second's hesitation, Zhar crudely grabbed the human with one hand completely enveloping its throat and part of its jaw, while the other handled the Type-27 DE Carbine Rifle with ease. Needing no support for the weapon, he raised it to the humans, and then lifted the human leader upward against the wall, deactivating his camouflage in an instant to reveal his presence to the humans. Despite the savage fighting between his people, he felt in inclination to show any aggressive stance to them, since they didn't need a flashy show of growling and yelling in his native tongue for them to recognize the SpecOps Officer being a threat. In his augmented flat black Assault Harness, he was formidable enough in his appearance, and his missing lower-left mandible only reinforced that image. With his prize in his hand and the humans already in dissaray, he began backing down the hall with the human leader in tow, pulling the man down from the wall and keeping him closely held in front of him like a shield.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 6:23 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
The First Sergeant acknowledged the Commander's orders by slipping the helmet back on his head and taking position behind the Spartan, when out of nowhere something big came barreling through them. He was knocked into the Spartan and fell to the ground. He spun and clambered to his feet in time to watch the Elite grab the Commander as a shield. That ******** was using him as a shield! s**t. s**t. s**t. This was not going well. Mitchell leveled his M7S. He didn’t have a clear shot, and even if he did the Elite’s shields would keep his rounds from doing any damage for just long enough to get the Commander killed. Unless… This Elite hadn’t killed them, it hadn’t even given the characteristic bellow. In fact, his holding of the Commander hostage was something that Mitchell had never seen an Elite do before. From what he understood of Elite culture, which wasn’t much. ONI either didn’t know or didn’t bother to fill the Marines in, but they were supposedly very proud. Why the hell would this one stoop to something as cowardly as holding a human hostage? Unless… Did the Covenant want Poole alive? No time to wait for questions. What the elite didn’t consider was that Poole was almost three feet shorter and physically much smaller than the alien. This meant that all Mitchell had to do was wait for it. With a nudge he chinned the VISR switch and did a quick visual scan for movement. Satisfied that there was nothing aside from the Elite trying to make off with the Commander, he flipped VISR off and waited for a clear shot. Mitchell opened SquadCOM, took a breath, and spoke.
” As soon as anyone has a shot, take that ******** down!”
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 9:19 pm
Corporal Brown, John
//UNSC Iron Sunrise
//Encampment
"Aye sir. We'll dig in." Brown signaled his Marines and worked himself up to a slightly elevated piece of grass and dirt. With his entrenching tool, about 10 minutes and some elbow grease, he dug himself a grave complete with a dirt barrier covered in grass. He folded his shovel into its compact form and threw it aside, out of the pit.
John grabbed himself a small stool made of some metal work and a stretched, olive drab piece of rugged fabric. He pushed it into the dirt and dug its bottoms in. Then, he sat and watched the grass. The large planetary object often grabbed his attention more than anything else.
The Corporal unhooked his green binoculars and shoved it firmly into his eye sockets. Over the trees and around the bend he could see black and blue smoke from two sources, rising. He pulled the binoculars from his eyes and relaxed. His bright silvery pistol hung from the fingers of his right hand.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:21 pm
Commander Andrew Poole
> UNSC Iron Sunrise: Crash Site: Bridge
> ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
Poole's heart nearly burst from his chest. Instinct immediately kicked in, and he grabbed for whatever it was that had him restrained, though immediately he realized how pointless that was. Just what the hell had him anyway-- s**t. No. How was that even possible? Had the Elite been in the bridge? How the hell did it get in there without him noticing?! His mind raced, and he continued to struggle. Weakly gripping the Elite's arm with the hand he could actually use, he clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
"SHOOT IT!" This was actually quite an odd situation. The Covenant weren't known for taking hostages. Though the UNSC had managed to take in an Elite hostage or two during the duration of the war, they had all somehow managed to kill themselves before they could be questioned. Some junk about "honor". So why would this one go and hold him hostage? This didn't make any sense to him. But now wasn't the time to go ahead and ask the damn alien.
"Oh, hey mister Elite. Why're you trying to hold me hostage?" The mere thought of it made him laugh just slightly--though not out loud of course.
These guys better kill this stupid Elite fast.
The room was beginning to spin, because of the three fingered hand over his throat. And the broken ribs weren't exactly helping either.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:45 am
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Sunrise's Bridge.
Whitney was knocked by an invisible force, which made her stumble. She then recovered seeing Poole being dragged away by nothing? No, slowly it became visible that it was an Elite. Strange that one would take someone captive and use them as a hostage. But no time to question what it was doing and why. The only thing on Kumar's mind was saving Poole. She aimed the M7S at the Elite, but then thought, 'what is this going to do? It would harm Poole more than the covenant scumbag.' She watched as the Commander struggled for a while, but then seemed to give up, realizing he could not get out of the grip of the Elite with a broken arm and ribs. He needed aid and fast. "SHOOT IT!" Kumar nodded a little.
She then got on one knee and placed the M7S down. Whitney then reached over to her back and grabbed the rocket launcher. She reloaded, and aimed right at Poole and the Elite. Cole Protocol? No, we can't afford to loose Poole. She them aimed above the Elite's shoulder to the wall behind it. She was hesitant, but then she just checked her aim and fired. The projectile went in slow motion to all, it seemed like years before it raced past the Elite's head, hit the wall and exploded. There was smoke, and no one could see what was going on. Whitney had to turn on the VISR just to see what was happening. Whitney only cared if Poole survived. The consequences of endangering a superior's life she could handle with ease, if Poole survived.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 4:20 am
:/{ Hand of Perdition, Special Operations Officer; Zhar Vak 'Kuvamee
:/{ Mission Date - 0107"
:/{ Crashed Human Starship
With very little time to react to the situation, Zhar Vak 'Kuvamee could only watch in stunned silence as the projectile zipped past his head, missing by mere inches, and exploded against the wall just behind his left shoulder. The force behind the explosion was enough to pry the human from his grip as they both flew forward. With more downward force than outward force from the blast, he was almost immediately thrust down onto the hallway floor but because of his resilient armor and he bounced and slammed against the right side of the hall, his shield system fried from the close proximity blast. As the smoke filled the air around them, he could just barely make out the outline of the human leader he had hostage just moments ago now on the floor, several feet from him and deliberately moving away with whatever strength the human had left.
Straining to look overtop his shoulder, Zhar saw the extent of the damage and the sight only caused more pain; a large portion of his back and shoulder armor was completely obliterated and the skin underneath was charred and burnt. Shrapnel from the explosive was embedded deep into the back of his arm and leg and what appeared to be a half-inch thick bar about the length of his forearm was stabbed straight through his thigh, parting flesh, and rending through bone and muscle to extend from the back of his thigh out through the armor on the front of his leg. The pain and explosion drowned out any sound for a few seconds, but when the shock to his system had passed, he at first grumbled then the full force of the pain hit his nerves like a plasma torch cutting through ice. Reminiscient of the warcries his people often used to demoralize their enemies, he unleashed a horrid shout that at first seemed like he was angry. Upon seeing the Sangheili SpecOps Officer laying on his side on the floor, propped up against the wall inside the hallway, anyone could see that he was injured and in serious pain. An easy target for any trigger-happy human.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 5:59 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
”Spartan, secure the VIP!”
Mitchell glanced at Kumar and advanced to the downed Elite. The First Sergeant slung his M7S and drew his M6C/SOCOM. The M225 Semi-Armor piercing High Explosive rounds packed enough punch to drop an unshielded opponent with only a handful of shots. They’d do wonders on the Elite. Rather than kill him outright, Mitchell wanted a little chat. Of course he couldn’t let the Elite just get up and leave now could he. The Trooper fired two rounds into the Elite’s first set of knees, shattering them. This ******** wasn’t going anywhere.
”Kumar, keep your Em-Seven trained on his head.”
He crouched next to the Elite and looked directly into his shark-like eyes.
”I know you can understand me with your translation software. So I want you to listen very carefully to what I have to say.”
Mitchell depolarized his visor so he could speak to this ******** eye to eye.
”I don’t appreciate you trying to kidnap our Vee-Eye-Pee. And I sure as hell don’t appreciate that your friends just glassed my home. So unless you tell me exactly what I want to know, I’m going to take my time killing you, and once I’ve had my fun, I’ll let the Spartan play with you; which means that when we’re done with you, and you go to whatever afterlife you believe in, you’ll be blind, deaf, crippled, and a mute. Understand?”
To emphasize his point, Mitchell drew his combat knife and jabbed the burned skin on its back.
”Bet that hurts like hell right now.”
Mitchell was smiling.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:19 pm
Chief Petty Officer Caden-072
Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Callahan
» ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
»» UNSC Iron Sunrise Crash Site
»»» Bridge
Caden heard the foot falls of the elite long before he saw it, but even as he raised his rifle the Spartan was too late. The elite, deactivating the camouflage unit on it's armor - an armor he had only had the pleasure of seeing once before, had it's long fingers and arm wrapped around the Commander and was beginning to back out of the bridge. Caden held his rifle to bear with the alien down the sight. They filtered into the corridor, Callahan still tending to Carlson on the bridge.
The Commander started yelling evoking an emotional response from the young lady with the M41 strapped to her back. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the launcher come down off her back and then onto her shoulder, followed shortly by a whoop and a rocket that was sent careening towards the Commander and the Elite. Needless to say Aquinas was none to happy about that. "No, what the hell is she doing?" she yelled inside Caden's head. He began to lower his rifle and the rocket seared pass both of them and impacted behind them, sending them both flying.
With the elite crippled and the Commander unconscious, there was really only one thing for them left to do. The man Caden assumed to be the lead trooper was barking orders, one of which was for him to secure the Commander. The Spartan spared the young girl with the rocket launcher a glance and then continued forward, placing his assault rifle on his back. As he approached the Commander he took note of how hostile the lead ODST was to the elite, and then shrugged it off. He reached down and picked up Poole, placing him gently over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:38 pm
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Sunrise's Bridge.
Whitney placed the M41 on her back, then picked up the M7S and walked over with Mitchell. She then proceeded to aim it straight at the Elite's head, while sweeping away the Covenant weapon with her foot. She then watched the questioning of the Elite unfold. She found it very interesting to see Mitchell go from a cheerful guy seeing an old friend, to a cold torturer. She stayed standing, and away from the three fingered hands of the Elite, so as not to be grabbed at the ankles and taken down.
She briefly looked over to the Spartan taking away Poole, which was good.
"Just a thought Sarge, I am not sure we should stick around. The explosion could of been heard by any other Covenant that could possibly be in this ship."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:06 pm
Chief Petty Officer Caden-072
Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Callahan
» ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
»» UNSC Iron Sunrise Crash Site
»»» Bridge
As Caden-072 approached Whitney and Mitchell he listened in on what was being said. Callahan was walking out of the bridge with Carlson's arm wrapped around his shoulders for support. The Spartan drew his M6D PDWS and held it in his right hand, knowing he could accurately take down enemies using it rather than his assault rifle. He stopped a meter from them and looked down at the elite, catching what Whitney was saying.
"Just a thought Sarge, I am not sure we should stick around. The explosion could of been heard by any other Covenant that could possibly be in this ship."
"No thanks to you," said the Spartan in his deep, monotonous voice. Little did they know that Aquinas was still protesting (in his head) the use of heavy ordinance in such close proximity to the Commander; as if he could do anything about it now. Caden looked at Whitney and then back at Mitchell and the Elite. "Your trooper's right, sir. We need to move."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 12:41 am
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >> ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
Mitchell looked at the Spartan and Kumar, then back at the Elite. He mulled over something for a minute, then punched the Elite as hard as he could right behind the eyes. Satisfied with himself, he stood up and sheathed his knife. Mitchell considered his options for a moment before looking at the Spartan and the Elite. He couldn't exactly interrogate the b*****d here.
"Okay new plan. Spartan, Sergeant Kumar will carry our Aitch Vee Tee. I want you to strip this b*****d and bring him with us. Callahan, you and Kumar stick together. You're carrying our wounded. Formoe, you're on point. Compton, Lance Corporal uh... Cain right? Cover Kumar and Callahan. The squad knows the way to our El Zee."
The First Sergeant polarized his helmet and readied his M7S. The COM suite attached to his rucksack and helmet boosted his suit's effective communications range. One of the many perks of being a squad leader. He chinned the COM and accessed the UNSC local Battlenet and started relaying orders.
"Zulu Two One Four this is Echo One One, Aitch Vee Tee in transit, prep for immediate dust-off. Aquinas, liaise with the Sunrise, I want the locations of any organic signatures without friendly IFF tags and I want them Ay Es Ay Pee. Spartan, whenever you're ready."
Mitchell had chinned the Command Frequency with that last comment. It was against regulations, but he'd play it off as an accident if questioned. His plan was to spread the word that the Marines had a Spartan on their side. These mysterious walking tanks boosted morale wherever they went. Partially because they were the one thing that the Covenant couldn't manage to destroy. If the troops in the field knew about him, maybe they'd fight a little better for it. Speaking of the Spartan, Mitchell opened a private channel to the lumbering soldier. His statement wasn't for the man but for his passenger.
"Aquinas, upload a ship's inventory to my Tacpad. I have a feeling we'll be going shopping in the future."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:35 am
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Sunrise's Bridge.
"No thanks to you," Whitney Looked at the Spartan for a few seconds. But put her attention back towards the Elite. But then to her surprise to the Spartan agreed with her. She looked to Mitchell and watched as he punched the Elite in the head. "Awesome." Whitney was talking more to herself than anyone else.
"Okay new plan. Spartan, Sergeant Kumar will carry our Aitch Vee Tee. I want you to strip this b*****d and bring him with us. Callahan, you and Kumar stick together. You're carrying our wounded. Formoe, you're on point. Compton, Lance Corporal uh... Cain right? Cover Kumar and Callahan. The squad knows the way to our El Zee."
She nodded, getting getting down on one knee looking over the Elite. He was still awake, but barely. She lifted up the nearest arm and rolled the Elite over with a bit of struggle.
"Heavy b*****d." Whitney searched for some kind of armor release, she pressed almost everywhere, pulled somethings, but nothing seemed to work. She then looked over to Callahan while depolarizing the visor to give him a good look at her dirty beauty, and the look. "If you don't mind Gunny, could you lend me a hand with this?" Her tone was soft and patient.
She punched the Elite in the head, after it started waking up again. She looked over the body of the Elite, and noticed a pipe in the leg, and also some other shrapnel. Whitney grabbed the pipe and yanked it out without remorse. But she wasn't going to let this vital piece of information die. She quickly took out the basic med pack everyone had, and used the sling fabric and a bandage to wrap up the wound in a basic manner that would keep the Elite from bleeding to death a lot more slowly.
"So, how we going to strip him Gunny?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:29 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >> ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<[Echo 2]
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
"Sergeant, the Elite is not a high value target. Get your head in gear or I'll have you babysit the civilians."
Kumar was going to become a liabilitiy. Mitchell could see that right now. He wanted her off of his team, and away from his men. First she'd nearly killed the Commander and now she wasn't even listening to orders. What the hell was wrong with her?
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 8:24 pm
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Sunrise's Bridge.
Whitney stood up with her face going a bit red, which made her polarize the visor. She miss heard what Mitchell had said. She just walked over to the Spartan, indicating to put down the Commander and got down on one knee as usual, because she always felt safe have one foot on the ground. Then looking him over, he looked like in need of a long vacation. He was breathing, good sign. She asked Liengod to do a quick med check. The Commander was fine, just a little sleepy. Kumar scratched her helmet to show she was thinking of the best way to carry him. Over the shoulder? No his ribs will puncture his vitals. I guess I'm going to be carrying like a husband carrying his new wife into the honeymoon sweet.
She gently placed her arm underneath his shoulders, clenching her hand around Poole's left shoulder. Then her right around under his legs. Well, you seem to be lighter than the Elite, that's for sure. She then proceeded to lift him up, and took a few paces to see what it was like. Whitney was fine, this was defiantly an easy job. But then she thought about the words High Value Target.
"s**t."
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