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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 10:34 am
His head perked up, as if a vulture was hearing yet another sound. And like a vulture he was moving himself over his prey. A grunt, pulled away from its friends by its sheer stupid curiosity. This Winter had used against it to lure it into the woods.
The creature was dead and he started to strip the being. The creature was like a ball, methane tank, feeder tube, mask. Wielding a simple plasma pistol now strapped against his breast and two plasma grenades. Perfect.
"Yes sir." The man answered his boss.
"Right boys, I'm the boss. Come meet me here. I'm setting a marker." The man told his new soldiers. "Bring anything useful for taking out a wraith. I have a plan."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 10:45 am
((again, can I please get c SitRep))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:11 pm
((Kloner we ignored you because this is not the proper thread. Ask for one in the Mess Hall and someone will be happy to oblige.))
The Pelican swung about 180 degrees until the troop bay faced the strangely tropical forest. The bird eased down until the hull almost touched the ground. Lipton stood in the Troop Bay and shouted orders over the roar of the Pelican's engines. With the rear hatch open there was precious little sound proofing in the cabin.
"Blue team you're going into the jungle, Gold team will secure the crash site and check for survivors. Sea King will be on station providing coordination and far support if needed. If you find any survivors, radio in and we'll pick you up. Good luck."
The four ODSTs of Blue team nodded and climbed out of the Pelican and made for the forest. The Pelican lifted off, slid forward, and descended to the crash site below. The ODSTs of Gold Team piled out and began to search through the wreckage while VECTOR FIVE FIVE went into orbit around the site.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:11 pm
[Sgt. James A. Mitchell]
James was about two hours into the forest when he spotted a brute. From his vantage point James could tell the Brute was a chieftain, he also noticed the Gravity Hammer on its back. For a brief moment James debated why it was alone. Because it wasn't, James looked closer to see other brutes arriving on Ghosts; he also heard a Banshee circle above. Without thinking James had taken cover behind a tree and crouched low to make himself a smaller target. Damn! He thought to himself and sighed.
Guess I should wait it out. James slowly peeked around the corner to check the locations of the brutes they were discussing something now. Although, he couldn't make most of it out, he heard something mentioned about a human drop ship. This will take forever, lets see if I can give these bastards a little surprise. James felt in his service pack and found a single fragmentation grenade. A feeling of relief washed over the marine as he pulled the pin and flung toward the group. He waited for the explosion before he round the corner with his M6G. The area was covered in blood and burnt flesh, out of the corner he saw the body of a lower ranking brute slumped dead. Through the ebony smoke James saw plasma bolts arc toward him.
James rolled to his left and fired three rounds out of his M6G. For brief moment the only thing he heard was the gun fire, but that soon changed as he saw the imposing stature of brute chieftain emerge from the smoke growling loudly. The massive visage of armor and muscle was bleeding and had even lost its helmet. The chieftain swung madly at James with his Gravity Hammer. One swing sent Mitchell flying back against a tree. Regretfully, he had lost his M6G in the ordeal. With a little reluctance and lot of pain James brought himself to his feet. The Chieftain grasped James by the throat and lifted him into the air. Through the haze that was James' sight he could see the brute was saying something, but he could not hear the words. James slowly pulled his combat knife free of its sheath. With all his strength James brought the knife up and stabbed the brute square in the forehead, dark red blood violently lashed out of the wound.
The tip of the blade emerged at the bottom of the chieftain's gaping jaws. For sheer hatred of his enemy, James twisted the blade and retracted it from the brute. The brute dropped James and stumbled backwards into a tree before going limp and toppling. James pulled himself to his knees and spat up blood on the forest floor. Then it hit him, there were three brutes not just two. s**t! Where is he!?!? He thought as in one swift movement, he brought himself to his feet and grasped his M6G and holstered. As the smoke cleared James saw that one of the Ghosts was missing. Out of the corner he noticed the Banshee had finally spotted James and banked downwards toward him. Cursing to himself, James sprinted toward the last Ghost but was quickly cut off by Banshee fire. Rolling to his left James sprinted toward the body of the other brute. James skidded to a stop behind the dead body, he found a Spike grenade on the body and smiled. Gathering up the courage to move James ran from his cover and drew the attention of the Banshee.
It fired at him; most of the shota however missed him except one shallowly found its mark in the back part of his chest armor. James cringed as he felt his armor melt away and burn into his skin. When the Banshee banked upwards James saw his opening, he primed the grenade and flung it on to the bottom of the craft. The grenade exploded and with it the alien craft, the Banshee crashed into the dirt as nothing more than a smoking heap of scrap metal. With a sense of accomplishment James held his head high and then the pain hit him. "Damn it all!!!" He cursed and tore the smoking remains of his chest armor off. James knew that he was lucky it was a shallow hit or he would probably be dead right now. With a sigh James looked down at his arm to see it had a sizable cut in it. He tore the shoulder armor off of him and the sleeve of his fatigue with it. James brought himself to kneel and pulled a canister of bio-foam from his service pack and administered it to the crimson wound, he cringed as the burning feeling washed over his arm. He used the fatigue sleeve he tore off to tie around the wound to keep bacteria out.
James sat back against a tree debating his next move. The best course of action, he decided was to take the remaining Ghost and head to the original LZ. With a bit of reluctance James pulled himself up and walked toward the last Ghost. James sighed in frustration as he saw that the control panel had damaged in the fight that had just taken place. Running out of options James looked up at the sky and watched Longswords and Seraphs battle in the skies above. James walked forward a little then slapped a fresh clip into his M6G. Mitchell kept his Combat Knife at the ready as he trekked into the deep green of the forest.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 6:14 am
Richard saw MGS Winter's Nav marker appear on his HUD. Reluctently he got out of his cover, a hollowed tree trunk with 4 inch think bark, and responded to the boss' commands. " Twitch here, my pelicon went tits up, need any help? I only have 2 frags and one MA6C, other than that I have rocks, oh so many rocks." When he was about 2 min from the Nav marker movement pinged off his sensors. Six Grunts, Four Jackals, Three Brutes. A typical search party nowadays he thought while whispering into his COM
" Uhh Boss? I think i FOund enough plasma grenades and weopans to take those Wraiths out, 2 Bruteshots; 3 Carbines; 4 Plasma pistols; and 3 Plasma rifles. Putting up a NAV marker... Wait... Radio Silence too close to talk, waiting for the Calvery. Over and Out."
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 3:31 pm
The panther, black and hidden prowled the landscape. Like one, a beast of the woods he moved through the throng of plants, shrubs, and overhanging trees. Each blending him into their long, wide shadows.
The creature or man. Nothing more then another shadow within the trees, and how he wanted to be stopped without notice. His COM brought Richard's voice across the airwaves. In a way he agreed with him but such a large group? Brutes, Grunts, certainly one would implore their superiors to bring backup as there were still survivors.
No, he'd tell him to stay back. Even though the arsenal sounded ah so wonderful. Certainly helping them complete their mission but for the risk?
Without a voice he sent a series of red dots across the soldiers holographic text-display, 'stay put.'
With that the ODST moved once more. Armed with little, or to a common soldier. Yet to him his M6C and his ODST landmark the combat knife upon him was more then enough to down a foe. Or several. If it was done right.
Now Calvary, those folks weren't coming. It seemed it was just them. For now such worries had to be set aside. For now he moved towards the NAV marker. Stopping, checking the earth and listening to its sounds. Each bit of information taken from his environment told him something new. Brutes left marks, sloppy in hiding but in hunting? Their little brains seemed to have an instinct for it. Yet Winter could play both parts. Pretending to be the hunted but really the hunter. His path was masked behind him. Nothing left behind. His steps perfectly placed. His invisibility one hundred percent.
The NAV marker was upon him. The ODST prowled the area. His eyes spotted the marine and sadly the enemies nearby. Moving slowly to their far right. Good.
Suddenly the figure brought himself upon the marine, a gloved hand snapped against the man's mouth, the other bringing the two finger sign of silence to his black mask.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 4:49 pm
[Sgt. James A. Mitchell]
James stealthily moved in the woods, combat knife ready in his left hand and M6G in his right. Without warning he heard the engines of Ghost roar not to far away from him, he guessed about a click off to the right. James dove left and ducked under a small outcropping in a rock formation to his right. The shadows overlapped James, near completely concealing to the world. James remained quiet as he heard the Ghost roar over head stopping on top of the outcropping. The engines silenced and the next thing James heard was a brute cursing and sniffing the air.
Guessing the brute could smell him, as James could definitely smell it, he quietly sheathed his combat knife. Steeling himself he jumped out from the outcropping and fired his M6G toward the brute, the rounds bounced off the behemoth as it roared angrily and charged James firing its Spiker. Mitchell quickly emptied the rest of the clip, but it wasn't enough to take the brute's shields. A spiker round hit James in the shoulder, he cringed and reloaded, he didn't get a chance to shot as the brute had already tackled him to the ground and started mauling him. Mitchell tucked his arms in absorbing most of the blows, but one punch scored a shallow hit as it broke James' nose.
The creature picked James up by the throat a slung into a tree and proceeded to tackle him. The impact of the blow broke two of James ribs and caused him to spit up blood. The yellow armored brute threw James to the ground and stepped on his leg, intending on causing as much pain as possible. James looked up and screamed in pain and agony. He looked to his left and saw his M6G glistening in the sunlight James reached over and grasped at. The brute spotted his feeble effort and stomped his left arm into the dirt and kicked the pistol away.
James screamed louder and spit up blood as the brute pulled his foot away. During this, James saw blood dripping from the brute's left arm. The only thing James could think about was the immense pain going through his body as the brute rolled him over and dragged forward by the back of his collar. James saw and instantly picked up the M6G with his right hand as he was dragged away; he managed to hide it in his service pack before he lost unconsciousness.
Mitchell awoke to find himself looking down at the blurry ground. James blinked his eyes to seemingly clear his vision, but found that he was moving. Slowly, he reached around and unsheathed his combat knife. The brute that was carrying him, soon realized the James was wide awake. Intent on causing as much pain to the brute as he did him, James shoved the combat knife into the brute's jugular vein and twisted it. The brute howled in pain and was flung of the Ghost along with James.
James cringed as he hit the ground and rolled forward the Ghost crashed into a nearby tree and exploded in plume of blue vapor. Mitchell quickly tore the brute's helmet off and stood up. He looked down on the brute who was struggling to breathe. James pulled the M6G out of his service pack and put a metal slug right between the Brute's eyes. Limping over to the body, James retrieved his combat knife and sheathed it. James limped away into the woods, his wounds had stopped bleeding by now, but he still felt the pain. All he could think about was somehow making it out of these damned woods.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 5:36 pm
Although surprised by not noticing his current commander, he understood. No noise, silent but deadly. Richard then looked around for reinforcements, but the shuffle of the search party/ battle group made his attention snap back to them. After unslinging his MA6C he found a good cover spot behind a ledge that was perfect for close to medium range fireing position, the MA6C's specialty. An artillary from a Scorpion tank landed 30 feet away from the battle group causeing eyes to shift and a grunt sight his knife in the ground, meant to distract them. Perfect. Richard took the shot and 6 rounds found their targets, 2 headshots; 2 dead, 3 torso shots; 2 more dead, and 1 limb shot. Four down Richard thought, 1 brute, 2 jackals, 1 grunt. Then Richard saw the flash of Gold, something he didnt notice that destroyed a fraction of the odds of winning. A brute cheiftan. One word ran through Richards mind, s**t.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 8:11 pm
The Pelican ride was as expected. The descent was bumpy, hot and overall uncomfortable. Looking around the bay, he saw the mixture of Marines and ODSTs, all silently awaiting their turn for the fight. Bren sighed, and checked over his equipment, making sure everything was in place. His grenades were securely fastened, his ammo was in convenient location, the M6G was securely holstered and his MA5C was in hand.
Suddenly there was a massive jerk, and the Pelican began to spin. Harland and Mokery were flung from their seats abruptly, but Bren managed to hang on until the Pelican was stable. He struggled to stand in the heavy G-Forces, and stepped towards the bay. The ground looked close enough for a safe impact...he'd just need to worry about debris, or worse, Covenant. Waiting for a second or two, he gathered his courage and jumped off.
Bren set himself up for a rough roll, and rough it was. He hit the ground hard, and rolled for what seemed like forever. He eventually ran out of momentum, and lay on the ground for several seconds before shaking off the shock. He stood up dizzily, struggling to keep his balance, but finally got a hold of himself. He checked himself over, making sure he wasn't injured and thankfully (and miraculously) was fine, except for some cuts and bruises. He turned his attention to where he last saw the Pelican, and saw the smoking bird flying straight at a rock wall.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 9:15 pm
"There, grid Oscar Lima Five. That was an explosion."
Lipton shifted in the cockpit as the Pelican banked to allow him to get a better view. He opened the COM channel and spoke clearly.
"Blue team head to grid Oscar Lima Five. There was an explosion that may be a sign of survivors. Be advised you may encounter armed resistance. VECTOR FIVE FIVE out."
[Copy that VECTOR FIVE FIVE, Blue Team is moving.]
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 11:43 pm
"Eyes straight ahead, men. I want a rocket in that wraith and a sniper round through the armored brute's skull. Mop up the rest with rifle fire."
The deafening whoosh of a SPNKR leaving it's launcher tube quickly followed with the thunderous crack of an old but reliable sniper rifle pierced the low-frequency rumbling of the space battle overhead and the intermittent AA fire. The dozen men under Lee's direct command then switched to assault rifles, and finished off the small AA outpost the covenant loyalists had sloppily established. Five brutes and a small squad of jackals, accompanied by a mediocre number of grunt workers now all lay dead in the dirt, testament to the effectiveness of UNSC ground tactics.
As Captain Lee checked on Epsilon's progress, he noticed that Mitchell's COM hadn't changed position, and upon further inspection was not connected to any of the Sergeant's diagnostic equipment. No vitals, no sound from his mike. Which meant that the sergeant was either dead or had lost his helmet.
Damn.
"Epsilon, you guys are going to have to go on without Sergeant Mitchell. As of now, his condition is unknown.
Winter, drop off any survivors you find at the next designated LZ you find. From there, we'll try and rejoin the main forces of the Forward Unto Dawn, which dropped in a desert area not too far from here.
Lee out."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:19 am
Pain seared through Richards body as the jackal shot the carbine three shots into his left hand. Not needing his left hand for much, he picked up a fist sized rock and through it. It missied its initial target, but it hit off a grunts methane tank. Richard knew what he should do with only so much methane left. He threw another rock and it sparked of the grunts armor and with simple science equations, he had made a small distraction and flamethrower. The jackal then turned to look as his foot caught on fire. Richard, after grabbing his gun a few feet away (It fell from him grabbing his left hand), shot three rounds into the jackals body. One of the other grunts who had tried to help his freind had caught on fire and was practically a ticking time bomb. The gold cheiftan was directaly behind the grunt, unslinging his bruteshot. Richard before he could expliot this, was then shot again but this time in the lower left part of his torso. " Nows the time when I whish I had a medic" He said trying to ignore the pain and grabbing his weapon agian. he noticed a grunt taking out a plasma grenade and he thought 'Oh ******** no you dont' and shot the grunt in the neck. Milliseconds after he shot the grunt he heard and explosion. His head turned fast to see, and the chieftan had made a careless mistake. The cheiftan had tried to push the grunt aside and the grunt exploded as he was touched. Now the brute was dead, with only half his body and the brute shot to spare. How many was that now? Oh ******** he couldnt think all he could do was try to fire and stay alive for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 2:23 pm
Weapons unleashed their violent stingers, the trees thundered with explosive light. Needles exploding against trunks, carbines green laser orbs igniting the foliage with light.
The Sergeant moved, ignoring his COM, ignoring the stupidity of the marine beside him. There was no order to fire. Perhaps soon he'd slap down a court martial on the boy. But for now it was life or death.
The golden figure, tall and vibrant stood high. Wielding its hammer of destruction. Standing their like some unstoppable figure. It was time to see if that was true or not.
His steals, the plasma grenades wrestled in his hands. Glimmering blue. They looked pretty fuzzy blue plasma gushing from its round shape. A baseball players throw, two pitches right down to hope. They clashed against the brutes face. The creature left its hammer to fall scrapping at its face to remove it. Yet the cooking sticky didn't agree. Light shinned brightly. The brutes face disappearing as its head exploding in a stream of purple blood.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 3:08 pm
( I thought I killed the chieftan... oh well you can have the kill)
Richard watched as the cheiftans head exploded then started firing at anything that didnt look human or foliage. He saw the group of grunts pretending to be dead, twitching on the ground. He fired and that was three grunts down, one injured. He threw a rock to conserve ammo put it fell short. He felt stupid for taking those first 6 shots. he injected bio foam into his torso wound, 'Im such a ******** idiot'. He shot the grunt with two bullets. now there were only two brutes and one non injured jackal. Richard with his most of last strength shot two clips at the group killing both jackals and wounding a brute. 'Winters will have to get the rest' he thought, while crawling into a well protected spot yet still abel to be found by his teammate, and fell unconcious from his wounds.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:21 pm
Everything slowed to a crawl as the Pelican made its final death-prone decent into the oncoming wall. A vast explosion riddled through the valley as chunks of shrapnel flew everywhere.
Anthony's life was in total black...
* * *
Again, he found himself in the diner he once sat at with a Lieutenant Brennan. He remembered how everything happened, and how he was talking about leading and whatnot. Steller conversation, but now, the diner was empty. The rain outside still poured down from the vast heaven's but still, no person was in site. The lights were on, and food was still out, but yet nobody was home...
Anthony just realized then that he was still in full ODST armor. His Helmet was under his arm, and he just stood like a statue, waiting for a person to come in.
Suddenly, a man in a black trench coat walked in. The light revealed his face... Lieutenant Brennan.
"So I see you desided to lead in after all eh?" Brennan said with a qwerky smile.
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