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 Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 5:11 pm
Coops attention was stolen by the sky. He tipped his head up and stared at what looked like an in orbit battle. He gazed and faintly could tell something had happened up there. he took his eyes from the sky and slid his helmet back on. He snapped his helmet into place and checked his gun. Feeding it a fresh clip and checking his scope.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 8:41 pm
Aaron got off of the bench and walked around for a while. A few minutes later, he found a guy looking up into the sky, so Aaron walked over to him and asked, "Hey what's your name?" Aaron asked the Marine.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 4:02 pm
FSG_Aaron_Wang Aaron got off of the bench and walked around for a while. A few minutes later, he found a guy looking up into the sky, so Aaron walked over to him and asked, "Hey what's your name?" Aaron asked the Marine.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 7:49 am
Aaron accepted Coop's hand and said,"Aaron Wang, Gunnery Sergeant. So how long you've been stationed here?"
((even though my marine application doesn't have my rank on it, Legato told me mine's already.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:29 pm
Michael Travis Brennan, a tall, 5'11 man with crue cut blond hair, red spikes littered his neatly jelled hair.
On his left arm gleamed the perpendicular silver bars of the Captain rank.
His right arm bore the emblum of the earth surrounded by the Delta Triangle. Each side read 'Liberty,' 'Freedom,' 'Honor.' This was the logo of the UNSC 22nd Black Operations Division Team Delta. It was a honorous weight on his arm, but it was also a scar. The patch served as a reminder of his team that had died on the Covenent Vessel.
Captain Brennan bore down the hallway with great stride. His size eleven boots clamped under each footstep and echoed through the steepened passage.
A score of men passed him, laughing as they fell upon one another, joking and having fun. They were dressed in the causual Camo uniform of marines. They were missing their upper flank vests, only dressed in their camo undergarnments.
It was this site that made Mike miss his old team. They were as tight as this group of men before him. They brought fun and joy into this frightful time. They were the best of the best...
The marines pushed passed him. One of them, looked at him with a cocked smile and gave a half-a** solute and muttering sir over the laughter of his comrades.
Mike returned the salute with the same half-heartedness and pressed onto the armory.
the large metal doors of the armory opened infront of him, reveiling a vast warehouse of boxes, crates, and scattered weapons.
Captain Brennan proseeded as the room engulphed him. The mammoth doors closed behind him with a scattered clicking sound.
A Techie, around his hight with rounded black hair and an extruding chin approched him, a clipboard clutched in his right hand, in the other a pen and scanner.
"Name?" He asked in an irritated tone.
Brennan rubbed his cleanly shaven face. "Captain Brennan, Michael T."
The Techie flipped through his papers furiously, writing every few seconds. He finally stopped at a blue form. Mike knew the blue form's importance. It ment 'high priority.'
"Captain, I have your special stash from HQ right over here sir." He said, gesturing for Mike to follow with his hand. "This way sir."
Mike nodded and followed.
The Tech led him to a stockpile of plastic crates marked with the Eagle gripping the earth: The UNSC Armistance Emblem.
"Here you are sir. If you have any questions, My name is Tech Officer Alex Mendoza. If you have any questions, call me over." He saluted quickly, and strided off.
Mike returned the salute behind him as he walked away.
"Time to unwrap my gifts." He said to himself, grabbing the first box he could grab.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:45 pm
Michael Richard Hammer looked over to his right and noticed the SPNKr Missile Launcher. "I have a feeling we'll need that" he said walking over and grabbing it with his empty right hand. On his back he had a Shotgun and a Long Gun, on his hips he had two M6D Pistols, and on his grenade belt he had two Frags and two plasma grenades. In his left hand was the MA6B PA AR and in his right hand leaning against his shoulder and aiming up was the SPNKr Missile Launcher. Just seconds before he had recieved a top secret transmission for the A.I. on board the UNSC Monterey to prepare for battle, and to bring the big guns. The ODST Lieutenant turned around looking back inside the chaotic hangar. He was a man of war, and the picture taken at that exact moment would go down in history as a symbol of hope and determination.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:53 pm
((Dude, Mihaii, are you in the armory? If you are, stay there. I need you for something in like, a post.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 6:59 pm
Scores of weapons lay infront of the crosslegged Captain. Weapon bolts, silencers, rounds, and peices lay in neat rows.
Mike sat, running a peice of cleaning strip through the stock of a Long Gun. He examined it and then looked through it, then placed it with the casing of the rifle.
Mike grabed an Oracle C variant Scope and put it up to his eye. Through the scope, he saw a fellow crew mate, he recognised the name HAMMER embroided on his flank armor and the Lieutenant Bar on his arm.
He sat up and walked over to him. The Marine looked like he was armed to the teeth with weapons hanging over evey shoulder.
"Exuse me." Mike said, standing over the marine. "Would you happen to be Lieutenant Hammer?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:42 pm
Michael turned and looked at the soldier, "yes that would be me [and he glanced recognizing the Two silver bars and added] sir." Michael had set down the SPNKr Missile Launcher and his MA6B grabbing two pouches, one for grenades and one for C7 satchels. Once those were attached the Lieutenant grabbed the explosives and made sure they were secure. "How may I help you Captain?" asked Lt. Hammer as he picked his SPNKr up with his right hand and leaned it on his shoulder, grasping his MA6B with his left.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 3:18 pm
FSG_Aaron_Wang Aaron accepted Coop's hand and said,"Aaron Wang, Gunnery Sergeant. So how long you've been stationed here?" ((even though my marine application doesn't have my rank on it, Legato told me mine's already.))
" Uhh.." he said trying to give the hint that his question was a little wierd.
" About 30 minutes. I came down here from the Titan."
Rubbing his somewhat pretty green eyes he let out a huge breath then twisted around keeping his lower body strait. As he twirled around a few low popping sounds escaped his spine. He then tucked his fist under his chin pushing it to the side making a more sickining crackle.
"Feel like playin' with one of these warthogs. Maybe even get behind a mongoose, that would be a miracle. Haven't really seen many of those before, guess they're still being tested in the battle field before they become more mass produced." Coop spoke just to be speaking. He liked to be constantly communicating to people, made him comfortable.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:20 am
Mike slipped a smile across his face. "At ease. I'm looking for a second in command for my unit, and I was wondering if you would be interested."
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:27 am
"Interested" he said, "I'm damned to hell honored sir."
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 12:25 pm
"Cool. I was sent to be stationed here until I found a commanding officer to recieve my orders. So far I can't find any." Aaron said, then looking up into the sky. "What do you think is happening up there?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 5:43 pm
Coop returned his eyes to the sky, what he thought he was seeing startled him. Coop's heart rate spiked as abnormal glows became somewhat visible. He attention was in fury, his face tracked from the sky and to everyone else, in panic.
Static from the com. of the fleet rang in his ear, it was all he could hear. He stood listining in a trance. He picked out words and news from all the techs quiet com's. He knew something very bad was going on. Coop just wasn't sure what.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:30 pm
Aaron continued to look at the sky and saw brighter glows. "Is that a Covenant ship up there?" Aaron asked Coop. "I'm worried. I'm still green and never saw space battle before. Could you lead me through it?"
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