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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:20 pm
The Spartian and Hell jumper came upon a wreakage strone field where the Pelican hit a crop of trees before slamming into the ground leaving a trail of debrie and bodies, both Grunts, and Humans. The wreakage stopped after it hit an outcropping of rocks. The Spartian cheaked for lifesigns, and found one. One lone Marine crawled his way out of the remains of the passenger compartment coughing as he moved.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:55 am
((Um.. Its fine to show what they see but please don't write what he does. Thanks. Unless I've already written it or whatever and you just repeat it.))
The Spartan debarked the Mongoose. Leaving the ATV like vehicle behind he looked through the wreckage, smoldering parts of ships and a throng of tossed mutilated bodies. Hefting a battle rifle his eyes scanned the area, anything. Nothing.
It was time to search through the bodies. One, as luck would have it was alive. Breathing, coughing as he crawled from the wrecked pelican.
"Come on soldier, lets go." The man said, taking down a long gray hand down.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 11:01 am
Admonished Nonsense ((Um.. Its fine to show what they see but please don't write what he does. Thanks. Unless I've already written it or whatever and you just repeat it.))
The Spartan debarked the Mongoose. Leaving the ATV like vehicle behind he looked through the wreckage, smoldering parts of ships and a throng of tossed mutilated bodies. Hefting a battle rifle his eyes scanned the area, anything. Nothing.
It was time to search through the bodies. One, as luck would have it was alive. Breathing, coughing as he crawled from the wrecked pelican.
"Come on soldier, lets go." The man said, taking down a long gray hand down.
sorry
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 11:07 am
The loan soldier take sthe offered hand and staggers to stand. " M-my squad...(coughs) where are they?(coughs)" he tries to look around and notices the hand belonged to a Spartian. " Oh great. Lucky me (coughs)"
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 9:38 am
Corpses, blood splattered upon the jagged rocks of this land. That was where this man's squad had gone. The man didn't say anything, but simply lent his hand to the bodies splayed around. Covered in dirt, blood spewing from their crunched burned armor. It was a ghastly sight.
"This is Captain Limit. Send a pickup squad."
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:53 am
" No Don't. leave them." the lone marine cleans himself off and looks around. He see's the bodies lying around. " Those lucky bastards." He Noticed a wrecked warthog smoldering in flames. "Well there goes the wheels" He picks up an MA6K assult rifle 
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:16 pm
There was a silent sigh, leave them? No, don't leave a man behind. It was a rule he followed. Yet he would head the man's request. "We'll allow them to rest here. But beneath the earth."
With that he turned to the ODST, who had occupied himself with moving through the throng of dead bodies. Taking away their tags, setting each of their once held weapons against their torn chests. With a nod the man returned it, moving forward towards the mongoose and started the way back to their base.
"What happened?" The Spartan asked. So close to their base. This wasn't good. Some enemies so close?
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:13 pm
" I know Spartians don't leave anyone behind. But if you want to give them respect, help me collect their dogtags." He pulls the tags off of two Elites who were in side the wreakage. Then he drops the weapons pods from the tail section and collects what gear he could salvage.
" We were on a 'special assignment' posted by our good friends from Oni. They sent us in for the job. there were four bird with us. then we were jumped by these Bat things. and here you see the results" He stands up and walks over to a pair of dead grunts and pulls their tags.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:29 pm
"Gargons?" The Spartan speculated, moving through the throng of corpses. Bits of metal plastered to the earth. The bird was in shambles, the pilots flung eight feet into the earth. Dead, he could tell for the cockpit wasn't much. Moving through the cracked rear end he observed, crushed. Bits of rock running through their chests. Damn..
Gargons must have been the cause of this. The bats on steroids. "Damned things. Must have been flying low then." Probably coming in for a landing?
About then the sound of a warthog caught his ears, turning his body and battle rifle towards it he watched the green vehicle fly over the horizon. This one lacked the usual turret instead four marines took the back.
"Here is our ride. Lets go." With that the soldier moved forward, giving a nod to the disembarking soldiers. Hopping into the driver seat he readied for the other to take the seat beside.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:39 pm
There was a rocket launcher and Spartian laser in the pods. The lone marine tosses them into the hog and jumps in.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 9:16 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 3:17 pm
Zukeha flew his banshee low to the ground. careful so he wouldnt crash but also so he could be attacked from above. He spotted a dense throng of insects to the east, about half a klick out, but he left them alone. Instead focusing on the task at hand, scouting and recon. He had heard about a crash and was told to check for survivors, while at the same time scout for enemy outposts. He saw a green flash and then he was flying tricky manuevers away from the throng. Those "insects" he saw earlier was actually a huge party of drones. For now all he could do was try to stay alive, the recon might have to wait.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 6:45 pm
" Not to be rude. But what is your rank Spartan." said the lone man as he cheked his weapon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:12 pm
Zukeha saw the smoke from the wreckage while being pursued by the drone swarm. They never let up with their attacks. He did a barrel roll and then quickly did a U-turn to face the cloud of drones. He smiled and pressed the trigger to the plasma cannons. Blue orbs shot through the air and hit the crowd of insects (there aer only fourteen drones). The eight scorched bodies fell to the ground lifless, the others seeing how their bretheren died fled for thier lives.
'Ha!' He thought looking at the bodies on the ground. 'Where is your great journey now?'
He turned and zoomed toward the pelican and spotted a group of marines and a Spartan in a worthog. He landed and got out of the banshee.
" Greetings Spartan and... Marines. Where does your trail lead?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:55 pm
The Warthog rumbled to a halt. The vehicle humming as its engine purred with delight. The purple vehicle in front of him, he saw one step from it. The Spartan eyed the elite.
"Where it chooses."
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