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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:56 am
»»»Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Continual Light; Naun 'Var Nnaolee
»»Flagship; Exalted Deliverance, Assault Carrier
»Bridge
The san 'shyuum never liked Naun 'Var Nnaolee much. Facing rather biased charges of heresy, the fleet commander had been temporarily suspended from his duties pending an investigation of the Prophet of Supposition. It was a rather drawn out process, involving inquires and a lot of san 'shyuum gloating. Eventually, though, he was absolved of blame, at least until they returned to High Charity. The warriors were very welcoming; prophets were not hardened commanders and they had been uneasy dealing with a member of the Council.
Supposition had begun writing some sort of musing on a report they had received, the sangheili really didn't care. So long as he carried out his orders, it was fine by him. Being part of this political game was tiring. Naun was no Kaidon, he was a warrior. Such things were best left for more politically minded sangheili.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:53 am
:/{ Hand of Perdition, Special Operations Officer; Zhar Vak 'Kuvamee
:/{ Mission Date - 0111"
:/{ Crashed Human Starship
Delerious and out of focus, Zhar barely even recognized what the human said to him and everything seemed to be slipping away. When the bullets tore through his knees, he only felt the impact of something against his body and even the pipe's removal was dulled in comparison to the blast. He was cold, and his body was mostly numb, but he was not without his bearings. He could still see somewhat and watched as the female human wrapped up his leg and almost seemed to try to help him. When she abruptly left him, he was once again concentrating his view on the male who had shot him. "Had you known... this could have been easier... for us all..." He said softly, his voice barely an echo of a whisper even while he struggled to speak.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 5:23 am
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Bridge
Everything that had transpired was alot to take in, even for a seasoned veteran of war. Formoe was no veteran, and he was not ready for the things he had seen, but that didn't mean he could buckle under the pressure and snap like a rubber band pulled to far. Remaining stoic and in conscious control of his body, he turned away from the injured Elite and pushed forward to take up his position as point-man for the extraction team. Standing near to his First Sergeant and well out of earshot of the Elite, he turned with a questioning gaze to Mitchell. "Sergeant Mitchell, what's going to happen to that... th- the Elite?" He asked, unsure of how to classify the creature. It obviously had the capability to become hostile, but in such a ragged condition, the ability and opportunity was gone, which left him wondering why the First Sergeant acted so violently after it was already taken out of the fight by Kumar. "What's going to happen to us?" He finally asked, nervous about what they were going to do now since they had no base of operations and no clear plan.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:26 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
Formoe was a good kid. He’d never seen action like this though. Mitchell didn’t hold that against him. Then again, Mitchell hadn’t seen this particular kind of action either. The Covenant glassing Reach, jumping blindly to wherever the hell they were, to the Covenant taking hostages? The world was going all sideways, and he didn’t appreciate that one bit. The Corporal’s first question was easy to answer; a straight up no-frills inquiry needed a straight up no-frills answer.
”We’ll take it with us. Once we’re somewhere secure, we’ll patch it up a bit and interrogate it.”
Mitchell didn’t have to say that the Elite was going to have a very, very bad couple of days. Getting shot in the knees was nothing compared to what Mitchell was willing to do if the damn thing didn’t cooperate. Then again, the only thing Mitchell would have to fight through would be its ego. He’d seen Elites kill wounded comrades rather than apply first aid, so the chances that the Covenant would come to its rescue were slim. Maybe a few days of being left alone would help it make up its mind. The realization that no one would come to the rescue would either make the Elite give up, or make it fight that much harder. As far as Mitchell was concerned, he wanted the thing to give up. It’d make their jobs easier. Of course, they could always leave the Spartan alone with it for a few days.
Formoe’s second question was a doozy. Not because it was complex or hard to understand, it was as though he’d taken the words out of Mitchell’s mouth. The First Sergeant had been wondering the same thing since he left Reach’s atmosphere for the last time. Earth was mankind’s only remaining stronghold. Sure there were a few other colonies, but nothing that could support the rest of humanity. Besides, once Earth was gone, well… that would be the end of Mankind. The scattered pockets of resistance would be easy hunting for the Covenant. It would take a miracle for humanity to survive this war. He didn’t think that winning it was an option any more. Not after what had happened on Reach.
”As for us? We’ll regroup with the others and take this one day at a time. Until we get some defensible real estate, that’s about all we can do.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:46 pm
Cpl. Romwell, Sebastian K.
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
>>UNSC IRON SUNRISE
>>Unknown Stellar Coordinates
>Outside the Sunrise at encampment.
The Corporal looked around as he spied the horizon. His eyes curiously peered to the planetary body in the sky. Wondering what it's name was. And was it inhabited. Or was habitability level high enough for Human colonization. "******** my foot is killing me..." Sebastian thought as he looked down at the patched up boot. He would need to see a medic when 'free' time was issued. Though he doubted any such thing existed since everything else was all in the air. Locations, fire team whereabouts. Missing peoples. Everything had gone to s**t. Even some of the comm channels. "Great day..."
The thought of boarding the Sunrise was comforting. There he could raid his personal locker, and retrieve the media card that held his favorite songs, he could play them no problem. He would also see if he couldn't find some trolleys and move some heavy weapons to and fro whatever base being set up. Probably dig some bunkers with the Engineers. Entrench themself in some defensable position.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:04 am
Chief Petty Officer Caden-072
Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Callahan
» ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
»» UNSC Iron Sunrise Crash Site
»»» Bridge
Caden looked down at the Elite and tilted his head slightly, a quizzical action that was universally recognized. He knelt down on his right knee, the base of his left foot planted solidly on the metallic ground. Only once did he look directly into the Elite's eyes before he began to strip the armor from the alien's body. Each piece of the armor he pulled off was lighter than the first and virtually unscathed until he got to the armor that had actually been penetrated. It was charred and split open, little fissures glancing off from the point of contact. Caden listened in to the lead trooper, grimacing at the hatred that laced his words. He knew that there would be more done than just an interrogation if the first sergeant got his time in with the wounded Elite. With the Elite's armor finally stripped off it's body Caden got a fine look at all the scars that lined it's body, noting that this one was indeed a warrior. He stood up and grabbed the Elite, bracing himself with the floor, and picked it up. Caden quickly put it in a fireman's carry, which must have looked extremely awkward for everyone around them. The Spartan stepped forward with his M6D drawn, "All set, Sergeant."
Callahan held Carlson in much the same way so that they could move quickly, but at least he looked slightly normal. The Gunny wasn't sure he had ever seen anyone or anything carry a wounded Elite out of battle before. He chuckled a bit and shook his head, stepping forward with a grin plastered to his face.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:58 am
::: 1stSgt Freeman, York
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Unknown location; open grassland
"All set?" Freeman asked as the troops made their way back to the convoy, having just scavenged what little equipment was available at the Bumblebee crash site. Without waiting for a response or signal of some kind, Freeman continued, "Good. Time to roll out."
Freeman jogged to one of the Choppers as the other UNSC personnel began boarding the commandeered vehicles. Freeman jumped onto the back of the Chopper, strattling the back portion of the vehicle and gripping the sides to the best of his ability. He held tightly, very uncomfortable with the position that he was in. If the trooper driving the vehicle sped up unexpectedly, it would be the end of the First Sergeant Freeman. He'd fall backward and if the fall didn't kill him the vehicles behind him would crush him before he could get to his feet.
"Don't let me fall off," Freeman said to the Chopper pilot, chuckling after making the statement. The pilot gave him a thumbs up and said something that York could not hear because the pilot suddenly revved the engine... and off they went.
The convoy moved quickly, hoping to avoid Covenant patrols. And avoid Covenant patrols they did. They reached the checkpoint successfully within two or three minutes. It was, as Morre had assured the First Sergeant, somewhat secure and stocked with supplies, including ammunition, weapons, and medical kits. Maybe Freeman would be able to have his wound treated properly sooner than he originally thought. He had the needed supplies; he just needed a medic or surgeon.
The vehicles were parked next to the pod and the troops who'd stayed at the encampment gave a salute to the First Sergeant, quickly realizing that no other soldiers besides York had been recovered.
"Good to have you guys back," one of the Marines who'd stayed at the checkpoint said. "And welcome to our safe haven, First Sergeant. I'm Private..."
Suddenly, a high-pitched sound pierced Freeman's ears. It sounded like ten thousands volts had just been sent into someone. The Private didn't have time to introduce himself, for he was knocked off of his feet, blood pouring from neck. A blueish trail was left in the air.
"Sniper! Take cover!" one of the Marines screamed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 1:03 pm
Corporal Brown, John
// UNSC Iron Sunrise
// Marine Encampment
The reflexes from the shot tore John from his reclined state and into an angry fear. His hand bit down hard on the handle of his M6D and if it weren't for the safety, it would have barked a single HE round into the dirt below him.
Brown could see the blue streak dissolve into the air. He drew a vector with his mind's eye into the trees. If he didn't act fast, he knew the sniper would have time to completely move from the area. John jolted from his small green stool knocking it into the dirt as he made his inhuman, adrenalin fueled dash for the tree line. His broad shoulders hung low and swayed after every push from the soft ground. John wasn't sure if the sniper had seen him bolt, but it almost seemed as running straight at enemy sniper fire was a better strategy than a** dragging back to camp -trying to dodge plasma- and outgun a rifle with a pistol and a shotgun. Johns boots slipped up off the ground and he slid behind a large tree trunk, then keyed his COM.
"Anderson. This is Corporal Brown, how copy? Over." John waited for the regular marine response and cut him off during his reply. He was sure the Staff Sergeant would understand. "I'm in the trees with the enemy, didn't think I'd be much help back there with my shotty." His voice turned more throaty and low. "I'll make my way to the enemy position. Can you have some of your boys pump some cover over the trees? Do not fire any unaimed rounds into the trees."
John's request was surely pushing his rank and forcing his superior to comply. He hoped he didn't show disrespect to the NCO, and he felt regret for the soldier lost by the sniper. If he had been a better watch, he wouldn't have been dropped. The Corporal holstered his sidearm and spun his shotgun to face. He pumped it one handed with vigor. He had come up with a half-assed solution to both problems. Don't fail. Kill well and don't die.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:22 pm
::: 1stSgt Freeman, York
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Unknown location; makeshift encampment
Freeman dove behind the Chopper that he'd dismounted moments before the attack. The vehicle would provide ample cover if there was a single sniper. However, Freeman had no way of knowing how many Covenant troops were attacking. He also knew not what weapons the attackers were using, if there were, in fact, several Covenant troops. He would need to move to a safer position, for if the Covenant fired at the Chopper and the vehicle exploded, Freeman, being so close to the vehicle, would probably die instantly.
Freeman leaned out so that this neck and head were in the sights of the sniper. He'd need to find his new form of cover quickly, lest his fate be the same as the inert Marine who'd fallen to the Covenant sniper first. Freeman looked for a safer position. There were two crates, both about four feet by four feet, that held ammunition. They were about thirty or forty feet ahead of him. Another Marine had already taken cover behind them, but there was certainly room for another trooper. That'd do just fine. Freeman moved back behind the Chopper, took his sniper rifle from his back, made sure that the clip in it was full, and then sprinted out from behind the Chopper, his primary weapon in his hands, and slid feet-first behind the two crates. Safe.
Freeman took a few deep breaths and gave a nod to the Marine. "Keep your head down. Don't reveal any part of your body to the sniper for more than a moment," the First Sergeant said.
Freeman lifted his head and peaked over the crates in the direction from which the Beam Rifle round had come. He saw nothing there at first glance and so he immediately ducked back behind the crate. Thinking for a moment, he realized that the Covenant sniper must have been pretty far away, seeing as the sound of the gunfire had been faint and hadn't come until the Marine was knocked off of his feet. That meant that, hopefully, his words would not be heard when he spoke in a slightly louder than normal tone.
"Anyone have a visual on the sniper or snipers?" Freeman asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 4:12 pm
SSgt Richard Anderson
>UNSC Iron Sunrise
>>Location: Unknown, Crash Site
Combat. The stench of live rounds and the sounds of screaming men. Nothing in the world could make a man jump from calm to alert quite like combat.
He had taken some time to check up on Cpl Romwell, to ensure his foot was holding up, when the convoy carrying the stranded officer had arrived. And before he even had a chance to engage in any sort of conversation, they had been hurtled back into combat by a single sniper's bullet.
He ducked into the pod, using it's walls as cover for the time being. A good sniper would be able to take him out, but he wasn't worried about that. He only needed a few moments to moniter the comm chatter, see if anybody had anything relevant to the situation.
"Anderson. This is Corporal Brown, how copy? Over. I'm in the trees with the enemy, didn't think I'd be much help back there with my shotty. I'll make my way to the enemy position. Can you have some of your boys pump some cover over the trees? Do not fire any unaimed rounds into the trees."
He took a moment to register the request. Gutsy move, and maybe that was what they needed. Historically speaking, snipers never anticipated a frontal assault on their positions, so if Cpl Brown could find them, they'd be in for a nice surprise.
"Anyone have a visual on the sniper or snipers?"
Another request, this time from the new guy. From the time he was in basic training, one precept that was continually pounded into his head was that the first thing you always do when meeting a new soldier is to check his rank, and he had.
"No, sir, not a damn thing. Cpl Brown is up there now, trying to flank them. He's requesting cover fire over the trees until he can pinpoint their locations. I suggest blind fire, keep our guys behind cover, sir."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:51 pm
::: 1stSgt Freeman, York
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Unknown location; makeshift encampment
Freeman, though not on the same COM channel as the Marines around him, was able to gather the same information as the other Marines thanks to the Staff Sergeant who spoke up, informing Freeman of what the Marine who'd advanced was saying. The First Sergeant listened to the Staff Sergeant's words carefully. He did not agree with the Staff Sergeant's final statement, however, for he knew that blind-firing was dangerous in a situation such as the one they were in; that Corporal Brown fellow would probably find himself wounded or dead by the hand of one of his allies if they were not careful about where they were shooting. Instead, they'd need to be very careful about where they aimed, and they'd need to fire in short, controlled bursts.
"Don't fire blindly. Poke your head out to look for any enemy or enemies, but don't keep your head in the open for more than second or two and don't continuously poke your head out at the same spot. If that sniper has time to get your head in his sights... well, you know what happens. If you've got an automatic weapon, fire in short, controlled bursts. If you don't actually see your enemy and you're simply shooting for the purpose of laying down suppressive fire, make sure that you choose a target and shoot at it. Don't fire blindly into the trees and grasses, lest you kill your comrade," York ordered. He looked at the Staff Sergeant who'd informed him of Corporal Brown's status. "Staff Sergeant, tell the Corporal to let us know if we're firing too close to him, and tell 'em that he should move carefully. We don't want him walking into an ambush. Tell 'em if he gets pinned down or attacked to give us as accurate a description of his position as he can so that we can provide support."
Freeman took a few deep breaths and poked his head around the side of the crate that he was using as cover. After scanning the terrain ahead of him for about a second and a half, Freeman moved his head back behind the crate.
The First Sergeant knew that it might take a few minutes to deal with this problem, but he was confident that with this strategy was a logical one. They'd hunt down the sniper and his accomplices, if there were any, pretty soon. Freeman decided that if they hadn't found the sniper within a few minutes, he'd try to draw the sniper's fire by dashing from one piece of cover to the next. The trail left by the Covenant Beam Rifle rounds would allow them to decide the approximate position of the sniper.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 5:48 pm
Corporal Brown, John
// Iron Sunrise
// Jackal Firing-Squad
Half a klik. The sound of the booms and sears of Covenant rifles grew with every step. John hunkered into the large roots of an unearthed tree.
"Fire-team this is Brown." He curled his head over the dirt and sunk back down. "I have eyes on what seems to be three beak-faces. Riflemen watch my flash. Hopefully I won't have to let off a round but be weary."
John checked the chamber of his M6D. It shone gold and silver in the sunlight. He keyed back, "Wait for the fire free call before letting 'em have it."
Brown's strong, muscly arm poled him over the dirt incline and over the grassy drop. John's feet sank heavy into the dirt and his thighs pumped him stealthily back up. His eyes were honed in on the small Jackal laying prone with his Carbine. The low pumps of the Carbines and Beam Rifles with the crackle of Marine rifles muffled his rush.
John's hand tightened around his sheathed knife and tore it from his back. Like a scene from a baseball game, John dove for home. Home-run. His knife was slammed deep into the crevice of the aliens neck and up into his small head. The spines on his head spiked into the air, then slumped down along with the body. The Corporal's knife made a sour-sweet sucking noise as he slid it out of the alien.
It was covered in blood, but the startled cry of a Jackal at his 12 O'clock gave him no time to clean it. John shot up and sheathed the knife. As quickly as possible he ripped his sidearm from it's sheath, but the alien had the jump on him. Bright green splashed against his chest plate. The armor around his left pectoral boiled away into a tear shaped crater. John growled and blasted a single HE round into the aliens ankle with an unaimed yank of the trigger. The Jackals long face hit the ground hard, only to be butterflied into a gory mess from another round.
Aggravated and fighting off the burn, he reached for his larger primary weapon, but it didn't slow him. In his glamorous attack, he continued strong and hard, though his enemies had moved. Running full of fuel, a few steps and a leap sent him soaring frog like upon the rounded crest of a solid gray rock. Another. The blast from John's 8-gauge made a cavernous hole of the aliens chest cavity. It lay smoking from the shot.
Almost a feeling of relief, torn in half. The muffled 'tump-tump' of a Carbine slammed his torso. The first round ricocheted with a ping of his light armor. Though the second time John was less fortunate. It had managed to make its way through the missing chunk in his boiling green chest-piece and into his pectoral. He dropped clumsily to the ground opposite the alien. All was not lost, for the gray rock eclipsed him from the fire-team.
"Rock and roll boys- Tear this ******** up!" John offed his COM before coughing into the dirt. He tried to hunker in as tight to the rock as he could, the pain in his chest jolted him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:05 pm
::: 1stSgt Freeman, York
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Unknown location; makeshift encampment
Freeman had gone through a single magazine by the time Corporal Brown contacted them again. The rounds had all been wasted, fired into the trees. He hated wasted ammunition, especially at a time such as that one, when ammunition was limited. Freeman had several magazines left, but he knew that each bullet was crucial and could not be spent carelessly and unwisely.
"Sir! Sir!" Freeman heard these words very faintly; the Marines were firing continuously, and so it was somewhat difficult to hear over the sounds of gunfire.
Freeman turned his head and saw a few Marines making motions with their hands.
"Hold your fire. Hold your fire!" Freeman ordered very loudly. When the gunfire came to a halt moments later, Freeman continued, "Go ahead, soldier."
"Sir," the Marine began, "Corporal Brown has located a squad of Jackals. He's going to attack right now and suggests that we hold our fire until he says it's clear to shoot."
Freeman nodded and replied, "Copy that. Hold your fire. If you've got a scoped weapon, try to locate the fire team with the help of your scope. If your weapon is not scoped, stay behind cover. We should have a few seconds to try to locate them. We hopefully won't have to worry about bein' shot at while the Corporal is unleashing his attack, distracting the Jackals. When Brown tells us we're clear to engage, I want you three..." Freeman pointed to three men Marines, then continued, "... to come with me. We'll advanced on the Jackals. The rest of you, stay here and suppress fire, but be sure not to shoot any friendlies. We should be able to reach the Corporal without much trouble. The grass is pretty high, so if we stay low we shouldn't be too clearly visible. Understood? Good." Freeman paused for moment. "What COM channel are you all on?"
"Two, sir," a Marine answered.
Freeman tuned into COM channel two. "Copy that."
Freeman turned and looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, and scanned the trees. Within ten seconds, he found what he was looking for. A few Jackals battling the Corporal.
"I got 'em. Targets are at 1:00," Freeman announced.
The order came. "Sir! We're clear to engage," the same Marine who'd told him the COM channel reported.
"You heard 'em, boys." Freeman moved from behind the crate and motioned for the Marines whom he'd told to follow him to come along. "Keep close, boys, and stay low."
Freeman and his three comrades hurried toward the location of the Jackal fire team and the Corporal.
Stopping when he was about 35 yards from their enemies, Freeman came to a halt and knelt down on one knee. "Advance," Freeman said to his comrades. "I'm going to stay here and pick 'em off." Looking through his scope, Freeman said into the COM, "I count three... no... four Jackals. Two armed with Beam Rifles, two armed with Carbines."
Freeman moved the crosshairs over one of the Jackals. The Jackal was running perpendicular to him. Freeman move the crosshairs slightly ahead of the Jackal, leading the beast so that it would walk right into the bullet. With no time to hold his breath to steady the shot, Freeman pulled the trigger. Down went one Jackal.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:29 pm
<\ Corporal Brown, John \>
// UNSC Iron Sunrise
// Hostile Controlled Trees
The round from Freeman's rifle soared through the air with it's signature sonic boom. John heard it slam unaffected through the Jackal's head, ping off the large rock and spin wildly with a squeal through the air. The spatter of the aliens inner workings and fluids upon the dirt around him confirmed his observations.
"Thanks Marines. Keep me covered, think I got a jam." John quickly went back to holding his wound for now it was seeping bright red blood. Though he was surprised at the little amount it was. John was lucky not to have been hit in an artery or in the heart.
His heavy green armor came off with ease once unhooked and he slid it over his head. The Corporal then pulled the bottom of his tucked-in shirt to the height of the wound. Wounded, his pectoral made a small fountain in sync with his heartbeat. From a pant pocket, John drew a long metallic item embroidered "Sweet Williams". He opened the sealed container, butane lighter in hand. The brown cigar rest in his lips. He lit it taking a slow series of drags. The embers grew into a bright red cherry.
John exhaled, and pushed the cigar deep into his wound. He groaned for a second, then let out a sharp cry of pain. The sound was similar to a flipped piece of bacon on a hot stove, but the smell. It was worse than any burnt piece of bacon could ever be.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 2:49 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Uknown Stellar Coordinates
Mitchell looked about and did a quick headcount. Everyone was good to go, even the Spartan. One personal prayer for success, and they were off. The Trooper NCO waved his left hand forward in the universal sign for "move out." The UNSC Personnel knew the drill. Get out fast. Their extraction bird was waiting for them. The longer it took them to reach it, the greater chance of detection by the main Covenant task force. That was something that could not be allowed.
((Short post, but technically Silber should be leading us out, Formoe's on point after all.))
Edit: fixed
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