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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:50 pm
Private John Freeman
Battlefield
Moving
Not knowing how to power the ghost down, John simply slid off the seat. The ghost continued to hover eerily, the sound of it's hover drives giving off a quiet hum. "Yeah, you're right. No time to be messing around.", he said, feeling his side. "I'm not sure if it's broken, but it sure as hell hurts...", he said, rubbing the sore area.
"So, where the hell is everyone anyways? From what I heard there was an offensive, but I sure as hell can't find it.", John said. I still don't know where the battle is...he thought, walking quietly through the snow. "See if you can contact anyone over the radio. I'm tired of walking aimlessly."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 3:10 am
Carter, James L.
Harvest : North of Alpha Base
After what seemed for ever, a man sat in a dark cave, alone beside the wall. He was as still as stone. Ice has gathered over the body of this man, he was solid as rock. Another was standing over him, staring blankly down upon the still man. Slowly he bent down and bowed his head. He wept over the man who had died from either the cold or his head wound. He placed his hands over the frozen face to close the wide open eyes.
Carter got up, and then taking the ammo he needed, he walked out of the cave to wander the northern wastelands of Harvest. He had no intention now of being found, he seemed of lost all hope and will to live now. He just walked and waited for the cold to take him.
He strolled past a dead Jackal, it seemed fresh. He picked up the Carbine, and saw it still had some ammo left. He decided to take it, maybe the extra weight will slow him down and let the cold take him faster.
Suddenly he thought he heard voices ahead. He pointed the Carbine ahead as he walked on, hoping to die killing some covenant scum.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 11:44 am
Private Aarno "Feed" Nikula
North of Alpha Base, ongoing situation
"Make sure you fix that rib, anyhow..." Aarno sighed but didn't have the faintest idea how to do so. "I don't know, mate, I seriously don't know. Why don't YOU radio out while I keep a lookout for that goddamn Ghost?"
He heard something and his instincts rang. "Shut up, I heard something", he hushed and lifted his MA5B to point at the direction of the noise. Whatever was closing would get a warm meeting, unless it would convince Aarno quick enough.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 2:07 pm
Greg 'Frost'Garza
Lance Corporal
North of Alpha base
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The sound of the three Mongooses was droning, and oddly soothing once you spent at least thirty to forty minutes driving one. The wake of the three soldiers was a three trails of kicked up dirt, and snow, as the four wheels left their tread marks in the freshly laid Harvest powder. The air was chilled, as it entered Frost's lungs, the sensation wasn't pleasant, nor was it unpleasant. It was right in the middle. As the three continued onwards, the frozen bodies of jackals appeared, then the signs of a minor skirmish, hinted by a flaming warthog.
"Seems we are in the right place...keep sharp" he said through the mic in his helmet as the would be 'reinforcements' drove past the warthog. Something was off by this though, there must have been some tracks in the snow leading to were the other Marines might be, he wished they would of radioed their current position or something like that....
"I see a cave up ahead Frost." One of the Marines called back to the Lance corporal as he rolled to a stop to use a set of binoculars to look at the aforementioned 'cave' "A figure just exited it, don't know if it was friendly."
"Guess we'll have to find out, now wont we?" Frost asked with a slight chuckle as he looked around and saw nothing but the occasional covie corpse. He figured most had been covered with fresh snow by now.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 6:38 pm
Private John Freeman
Harvest's Endless Tundra
Waving down Friendlies
"Ugh, fine...I hate the radio...", John responded, tapping his radio control. Before he could speak, he responded to Nikula's actions, taking a knee and watching the area. "I don't hear anything...wait, what's that?", he asked, standing up. He could see what looked like...could it be? Mongoose...three of them! "Hey, I found some friendlies! This could be our chance!", he said excitedly.
Tapping his radio control, John spoke over a wide net, "This is Private Freeman, this is a broadcast across the net. Anyone out there?" Hopefully the radio signal was strong enough to reach the group of Mongoose...if not, he'd have to chase them down himself, and that wouldn't end well.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 7:20 pm
Greg 'Frost'Garza
Lance Corporal
North of Alpha base
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Frost continued to look around, and spotted a shadowy haze in the falling snow, a humanoid figure, walking upright of course. "Visual on the walking ma-" he was about to say 'man' but was cut off by the transmission, on the wide band frequency. Which he had to respond to. "This is Lance Corporal Frost, I'm leading three mongooses in response to an earlier broadcast, was that you Freeman?" He asked speaking into the comm mic he had in his helmet, as he kept a trained eye on the walking figure, leaving the cave
He gunned the Mongoose towards the lone figure as the other two decided to head straight for the cave. "How many are with you Private?" he asked as he tapped the horn button on the handle bars of the vehicle, the high note tone should be easy to hear as the distance closed towards the lone walking figure.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 8:37 pm
Carter, James L.
Harvest : North of Alpha Base
As the snow fell, surrounding Carter like a misty void. He suddenly heard a roaring sound of a small engine, then a louder noise like a mongoose horn. He turned his attention to it, ready for anything.
He wondered why anyone would be out here, this isn't the direction of the structure, that was further northwest. He saw a black object coming towards him.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 9:50 pm
Greg 'Frost'Garza
Lance Corporal
North of Alpha base
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He noticed the figure stopped moving, great, maybe now he could reach him. As the Mongoose cleared snow dunes, he noticed the outline become more apparent, indeed a marine was wandering around...out and about. Frost slid to a stop about three feet away from the man who carried a covenant carbine.
"Looks like ya need a ride." he said as he eased off of the handle bars for the Mongoose, and allowed the engine to idle, fearful that if he stopped completely in this weather that the engine would flash freeze. "Lance Corporal Garza, aka Frost, at your service."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 3:09 am
Private Aarno "Feed" Nikula
North of Alpha Base
Aarno opened the radio and waved John to keep watch for the Ghost. "Lance corporal Frost, this is private Nikula, we have a visual of your location. Mind giving us a ride? There's only me and Freeman. Oh", he remembered, "there's a Ghost in the area, we got his companion, over."
He peeked here and there, still chilled up by the idea of oncoming Ghost. "Seen anything, John?"
He nudged his HE grenade a bit loose to ease the taking should the need arise.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:51 pm
Carter, James L.
Harvest : North of Alpha Base
As the mongoose came to a halt and beeping its horn, Carter lowered the carbine and strolled over. He went up too Frost. "That I do." A thought came to him as he put the carbine on his back, he though he should keep it just in case.
"I am Office of Naval Intelligence representative James Carter. I got lost on the way to the structure." He walked around the back of the mongoose and looked around as if to expect more people.
"Anyone else with you?"
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 7:15 pm
Private John Freeman
North of Alpha Base
"I haven't seen a thing. I think that ghost left.", John responded, looking eagerly at the Mongoose. "Those look warm, plus, I think I see another person over there. Why don't we head that way?", he said, looking off in another direction. They can't be too far...how'd we not hear or see them earlier?...he thought as he began walking towards the group of Mongoose. "They look warm..."
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 11:50 pm
Private Aarno "Feed" Nikula
"Certainly. I just hope they will allow us to hitch hike a bit", Aarno nodded and started to make his way onward. He was still having a bit of worry over the Ghost, but who could blame him? It was his first real operation.
"What do you mean, 'they look warm'?"
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 4:59 pm
Greg 'Frost'Garza
Lance Corporal
North of Alpha base
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With a breath of warm air exiting his mouth, he nodded. "I wouldn't be alone in this frozen wilderness now would I?" He told the ONI rep. "Hop on Representative Carter, we have two more..." he trailed off as he listened to the transmission. "Hurry up sir, we have a mobile contact possibly in the area, so we need to get you out of here." Frost said as he took hold of the vehicle once more, and reved its engine to warm it up more. "Okay Private Nikula, approach the two Mongooses, and lets get the hell out of this snow, before that Ghost comes looking for its friend."
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 10:53 pm
Carter, James L.
Harvest : North of Alpha Base
Carter pondered what he was talking about, but then he just decided to not think about it. So he grabbed a helmet and jumped on the back of the mongoose. "We can rendezvous with them up near the structure." He then looked at the dog tags of Anders, and wished he could of saved his friend.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:57 am
Private Aarno "Feed" Nikula
North of Alpha Base
Aarno patted John on the shoulder and started to walk towards the mongooses and their drivers. "Thank, you, corporal. We'll be there in a few."
He was happy that the usual camaraderie between enlisted marines hadn't faded in the turmoils of warfare. "Are you coming, John, or what?"
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