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 Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:31 pm
"Got it." Mike said and waved everyone forward. "Lets get out of this duct first." He said and pointed up.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:35 pm
"Right sir."
I say, crawling forwards, looking down at a couple of grunts in the hallway below. With a pull of a pin, I drop two frag grenades down the grating, crawling backwards quickly to avoid the shrapnel.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:58 pm
"Lets give them a welcome party." Brennan said and kicked the steel plate down to the floor. "Cover!" he called back and jumped down into the smoke. He did a somersault to the left and aimed his BR55 into the dust. "Come on down!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:07 pm
With a hand gripped onto the opposing edge of the grating, I swing down and land a few feet from the boss man, fireing at the different species of covie soldiers, spilling their guts in gore soaked clouds.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:31 pm
"Ok! All clear!" Brennan called to the rest of his team.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:36 pm
Standing up in the purple lit halls, I walk forwards quietly, though the need was not for the grenades and the bullets had silenced all the covie who could have sounded the entire ship's alarm systems. We had killed them before they could get to the panic button allowing us to work on what we needed to.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:45 pm
Brennan waved them up the Ramp to the Bridge. "Its right here guys!" He said.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:58 pm
With a few steps up the ramp, weapon at the ready, the doors open revealing several glowing energy sources, all waving in the air with seemingly nothing holding them.
"Cloakers!"
I shout, opening fire on the cloaked covenant soldiers taking out one of them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:09 pm
"Fire at will!" Brennan yelled, teh Hallway filled with the sounds of Bullets.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:25 pm
"DIE YOU MOTHA.."
I shout in rage as I blast away at the covie soldiers stepping fowards, all the while screaming in rage at the warriors.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:35 pm
Mike Clubbed one in the head with the Butt of his BR55. The rest of his crew were also busy with other Units.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 10:13 am
Brennan and his units stormed the control room. Mike clipped a few Elites in the head as they slumped over at thair stations. "Well, that was fast." He said and scratched a stubble of hair on his head. "Cheeks! Get a COM to the Armengald. Try to transfer the ships AI to the crusier."
Cheeks set his large transerver on the metalic deck. "Roget that." He said. As he started to set up his radio transerver, Brennan turned to the rest of his squad. "Alright, I want Nicolay to get a hold of Forte and Coyne downstairs. The rest of you, man a station and hope you press the right button." Brennan said and slumped into the Captain chair.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:21 pm
Cheeks looked back from the Radio pack, "Sir, we have some bad news." Brennan heard Cheeks and turned around from the viewscreen. "What is it?" He asked. Cheeks stood up and sighed. "Well, the Armengald's AI died. So looks like we are on a huge tub of scrap that we cant run."
Brennan knew what bad timing this was. He was thinking his stratigy over when the door opened. Forte, Coyne, and LaFever appered and saluted. "Sir, Bombs are ready for detination." Coyne said and handed him the detinator. Brennan grabbed it and nodded. "Good. You guys man a station. Try to start figuring out what the hell some of this s**t says. We need to fond out how the hell we get this thing moving.
"Yes sir!" They said and grabbed their seats.
Brennan looked down at Ashford to his left. "Sergent, open a private COM with The Captain of the Armengald." Ashford nodded and replied, "aye Sir."
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 5:47 pm
"Sir. Why can't we try and run it ourselves? We have the engineers here, and the captain could patch through a coms link so that their AI could talk to the floating buggers, so that they could fly the ship."
States Gai, as he points below the floating bridge of the ship, to some pinkish floating gas bags.
"Sir. We could also have a translation software written into our coms, allowing us to talk to them ourselves. It would make running this thing a whole lot easier."
((Its what the Chief and Cortana did in "First Strike." I thought it would be a good idea here.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 5:58 pm
"Hmmm... good Idea. But the problem is that we are bacically AI-less. The AI died while onboard the Armengald. So, we could try to do something with converting the main onboard systems to our own configurations..."
Mike thought for a second. "Coyne and Nicolay, bust open the bottom pannels and string out some of the wires. Cheeks, strip the pannels off the transmiter and start re-routing the wires from the ship into the transmitter. Maybe we can control it with our technology."
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