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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:16 pm
Captain Twombly looked at Hammer, serious faced for a moment like he was about to make the Gunny drop and start doing push ups, though Hammer probably would've enjoyed it like any soldier should, but then grinned and grasped Hammer's with his own. "Haha, I'll keep that in mind Hammer."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 1:04 pm
Some time had passed, since the rallying together in the barracks. The Captain now found himself wandering about the confines of the Titan. He had spent alittle extra time at the firing ranch, but without any intent of actually shooting a firearm himself. The Captain observed and assisted. Observing the shooters and assisting those who were not shooting to their full potential as Marines. Just the Captains presence though was enough make the troops try harder, some even trying to impress the ODST Captain.
After about a half hour of this, Mathias decided to move around the ship alittle more. With no specific destination, he briskly paced the ship, hands pressed loosely against the armor plating on his lower back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:28 pm
As the black armor clad Captain wandered about the ship, there was a noticable increase in crew activity. Something new was happening, and it wasn't a space fight other the alarm wouldve rang out for the Navy personnel to get to general quarters. Mathias' arms fell to his sides now as he quickened his step, curious as to what was going on.
Earlier on in his wandering, he had seen several groups of Marines that were fully geared and were making their way to the launch bay. Mathias connected things together and figured they were in orbit above a planet. Wanting to find out on a more personal level what was going on, the Captain decided to report to the Main Bridge. He hoped that he would be issued orders as well, that would allow his newly formed squad of ODSTs to be deployed. Mathias got on the lift as soon as he could, heading for the Main Bridge. He tapped his foot unknowingly as the lift moved...
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:55 pm
Michael was standing in the lift, the newly assembled V2 slung across his back. All his armor was on except for his helmet, it was under his arm. He glanced at the Captain and then looked back to the door speaking, "You realized something's going on, huh? I just realized it as well. I was down talking to one of the female marines. It looks like we're heading down onto another planet. Desert, by the looks of it." He glanced over at the Captain and spoke again, "I think it's about time to start the hell."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 12:12 am
The Captain nodded his head softly. "Yes, too many people are in a scurry for nothing to be going on. I'm slightly irritated that I wasn't informed neither were the ODSTs the first ones down there." Mathias said with a bit of an angered tone, but retained himself. He then chuckled, "Save the best for last eh Hammer?" Mathias said meaning Alpha squad and all the ODSTs in general.
The lift arrived at the Main Bridge level. "This is where I get off, I need to report in to command, and remind them the Alpha squad is battle ready if necessary," Captain Twombley uttered as he stepped off the lift then turning around to face Michael. "Gather up the squad and keep them with you. If something does happen down on the planet, we need to be ready to drop in. I'll contact you hopefully with new orders later on."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 3:35 pm
Michael nodded his head and spoke up to the Captain, "Yes, sir. I'll find them and we'll be ready." He gave the Captain a quick salute and then a wave as the doors to the lift shut. He pressed a button heading down to the barracks to find the others. It wasn't going to be easy finding them, but once they were together, he had a feeling they would be hard to seperate. As the lift slowly came to a stop a thought occured to him. What if something down on the planet was what the Covenant were looking for? It was a scary idea but hopefully not true.
As the lifts doors slowly opened, a number of marines darted into the lift. They were all armed and ready for combat. It wasn't the first time he had seen this but it was the first time he had seen them so ready. Not just physically, but mentally. He had a feeling that they knew what they were doing. Stepping off the lift, a hand grabbed his shoulder. Michael turned to see who it was. Grant. "Isaac Grant, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked the bearded officer. The officer looked up at him with his green eyes and said, "I'm here to tell you that if you're going to be down there, you're going to need this." Isaac took Michaels hand in his and placed a knife with the UNSC ensign on it. The blade was 1/4 inch thick steel and the handel was made of black wood, a rarity now a days. Engraved within the blade were the words, "... Angels on our Shoulders..." It was an incredibly well-crafted weapon.
"Why are you giving me this?" he asked Isaac with sincere curoiusity. But the only response from him was a pat on the shoulder and a few words before he entered the lift, "Because Alpha squad's the angels." Michael slipped the blade into it's sheath and set it in his forward pocket. He stepped further into the barracks. He spotted a few of his squad just laying down in their bunks. He cleared his throat and then bellowed, his voice ringing through the entire baracks, "Alpha Squad, front and center!" There was a lot of shuffling and in less than a minute all the members of alpha squad were there. "Listen up, Captain Twombley has just gone up to see what the hell is going on, but he wants us to be ready to jump if needed so get your gear and guns and report down to the port launch bay, on the double!" The ODSTs and the Medic responded with a loud, "Sir, yes'sir!" It was pleasing to the ears. He watched them as they each got their guns and armor, suiting up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:24 pm
The door to the marine barracks slid open with the near inaudible hiss of hydrolics moving the heav, armor plated steel door. Through the opening stumbled a marine that looked like he'd had the s**t wrung out of him. Twice. His fatigues were ripped in many places, and caked with dirt. His normally unkempt hair even more in a mess with the addition of grass and earth. His usual stuble had turned into a full beard. A dirty and bent-up, unlit cigarette hung from his mouth.
He limped over to his bunk and collapsed on the thin mattress supported by stiff metal beams and wire, but to him, it felt like the most comfortable and luxurious bed that money could buy.
"Jesus God.... sir," a new recruit that he neither knew, nor cared at this time to meet, said, noticing his rank as a 2nd Leiutenant. "What the hell happened to you?"
Just got back. Search and rescue found me, thank god.
"What happened..." The marine paused, waiting for a name.
Instead of answering, the battered marine pulled the dog-tags from around his neck and threw them on the crate that seperated the two soldiers. The new recruit looked down at them. Roger Wilco.
During the last encounter with the covenant, we were stationed in a jungle. We were doing well for a while, but things got hairy and our squad was ordered to pull out. During our hike to the extraction point, we were ambushed. Everyone scattered. When i had gotten my bearings back and was heading to the L.Z., one of those b*****d grunts stuck me in the leg with one of the flying needles. Luckily for me, it must have been a small one, because the explosion wasnt bad enough to take my leg off. I fell to the ground, though, but the grunt must have thought he had taken me out, because he was nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately, when I had fallen, I landed on my helmet and damaged the transmitter. Therefore, i could not use my com system, nor could the rest of my team see my position or my vitals.
I dragged myself into some cover under some bushes and patched the wound with bio-foam, but it still hurt too much to walk on. By the time i could stand and limp my way to the extraction point, the pelican was gone. It seemed as though my squad also assumed that i was dead, and had left without me.
"So how did you get back, sir?" the recruit asked, now extremely interested to hear how this marine survived such impossible odds.
Roger sighed, but he figured he might as well recount the events to someone.
I would say most of it had to be luck. Three full weeks of not only having to survive the covenant that remained, but also only having three DAYS worth of M.R.E's left and no clean water. Not to mention disease ridden insects and dangerous animals. Training and intuition can only get you so far. I'd say lady luck was with me down there too. My rifle ran out of amo, with extremely rationed use mind you, after day five. And i saved my pistol for hunting small animals for food. The rest of the time was spent running and hiding. You have a light, son? he asked, finally addressing the ciggarette that hung from his mouth the entire time he spoke.
"Wha..? Oh, yeah. Here, sir," the recruit said as he withdrew a match from his pocket and lit it on the rough textured wall.
Thanks, son. Roger said as he took a long drag from the extremely battered cigarrette. This cigarette, he chuckled grimly. This was the only thing that kept me going down there. I made sure i kept it with me at all times. Kept telling myself "When you get back, you can have it. Not before." It kept me fighting. It gave me a reason to get back. This last little cigarette...
He laughed again, took another long drag from the cigarette, and laid back, swinging his feet up onto the bed. He sunk his head into the pillow, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately, cigarette still hanging from his mouth, and without saying another word to the new recruit.
He had just returned from one hell, but little did he know that another awaited him. This one though, would take the form of a desert. A planet that was just as relentless as the one he had finally returned from. But this knowledge did not play accross his dreams as he slept. He would not need to be burdened with this untill he awoke from his well deserved rest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:36 am
Linda frowned and looked up at Roger from her card game on her bunk. She fingered her own tags and thought about his story. It was one of the worst ones she'd heard, but not worse then her own. She'd only met one soldier whose story was worse. He'd nearly killed himself a week later and refused to speak to anyone till his death only a month after she'd met him. Linda laughed grimly at the thought. She pulled out her much battered and once silver flask and toasted the air before taking a swig.
"An ode to ODST's, bless they're souls. 'Clear skies ahead and stormy ones behind.' More of your own makeing then anyone elses mind you."
Linda laughed again, stretched and threw Roger another glance before returning to her game.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:45 pm
Michael stood inside the metallic coffin of the lift as it rose to the level the barracks were on. D-3 lit up on the semi-transparent glass above the double doors as the transport slowed to a halt. With a hiss that could have come from a snake, the doors slid open to reveal a dimly lit room filled with smoke from cigarettes and cigars, and several marines and O.D.S.T.'s. There was laughing to jokes with friends, tall tale war stories of heroics being told, and the occasional old fashioned card game.
A few eyes trained upon Michael as he took his first step into the area of solace for veterans since he had been deployed down to the exterior of Theta Halo with Mendez and the Spartan. The musty smell of the barracks filled his lungs as he inhaled deeply. The helmet that had once resided on his head was now tucked under his arm, allowing his hair to fall on his forehead. Even though his haircut was against regulations they allowed him to continue fighting. The main reason giving for such was that they needed every man they could get.
Michael nodded to a marine on his left who had been reading a book by the author Jane Newberry. He had heard that she was a good writer, but he never ventured to read any of her works. Michael preferred the classics like Cell and Cujo, once written by Stephen King and then re-written by Barbra Loshea. “Whatever” he thought as he walked over to his bunk, third row from the back, second bunk on the right. He slipped on his helmet and threw himself on the hard mattress provided by the military.
“Audio Log #351; Over the course of a month I have progressed slowly from Sergeant to First Lieutenant. While stationed on Theta Halo my team and I were able to repell the covenant fine until a new foe broke out from it’s prison, somewhere deep inside the structure. We held compound #7 as long as we could before abandoning it, destroying what UNSC technology was there. All the files were deleted except for the ones I was able to sneak into my ammo pouch; the AI Atreyu was able to be reconstructed from them. On our way to the L.Z. we were ambushed by Covenant patrols where all 8 of my men were killed. I recruited a few Privates to come with me after I had sneaked past the patrols. I was evacuated to the UNSC Titan, promoted to Master Gunnery Sergeant, and transferred to the 112th O.D.S.T. Division. I volunteered to do an EVA with my colleague Thomas Mendez and Spartan-104, in order to detonate three warheads on the exterior of Theta Halo. Once back inside the Titan we detonated the nukes and blew that s**t hole to pieces. From there we went to a Desert World where we obtained a distress signal. When we were on the planet surface a sand storm kicked up and I was taken with the wind. I had encountered a new alien race that had two factions; the Rebels, and the Carnivores. One of the Rebels was able to help me after I had been knocked unconscious, and I had made it back to base camp with new technology, a new ally, and the rescue team sent to find me. From there we evacuated to the Titan and upon arrival I was promoted one more time to First Lieutenant. Carrying that single bar on my lapel feels heavier then carrying a warthog on my back. The responsibility is immense; First Lieutenant Michael R. Hammer out.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 8:00 pm
Coop poked his head in then slid open the door. He struted in with his helmet connected to his bag and gun over his shoulder." Hiya." He said to everyone or anyone in the room. An empty upper bunk caught his eye. He set his bag down and threw his helmet on his pillow. Then turned to meet the eyes of the other residents.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 5:07 pm
After no time at all Coop had come to learn something. He was about as noticable as a tumble weed. Coop picked his bag up off the ground and pulled it up to his bunk, letting hit the mattress. Then using a foot hold he yanked himself to the bunk. Flipping out the nightstand connected to his bedframe Coop opened his bag and set out his photoshop 2500 portable and other items of value. He slumped back in his pillow and begin to doodle on the glass pannel with random lights spurting out of it. After pressing a few buttons around and draging and droping sections of art work he told himself." There has to be someone here who will befriend you. Be Positive." Coop then slid out the foriegn "Telepalm" and noticed the pages stacked of messages from his loving mother on earth. It made him luagh to himself a bit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:25 pm
After the sirens rang in his ears Coop jumped to his feet. Landing on the cold round he bounced strait back poping on his helet and leaving everthing not of battle importance at his bedside. The bag swung round his shoulder and almost did another roatation around his arm. The Coop cliked and buckled his gun around making sure it was in order." Time to go shoot some alian bastards. Good thing. I was kinda getting space sick." he talked to himself then lunged toward the lift being one of the first in and locking the others out to wait for the lift to come back up."Haha thats what I'm talking about, elbow room."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 3:55 pm
Linda reclined against the back wall of the lift with her arms crossed in front of her, one eyebrow cocked. Her pilots' helmet was hooked on her belt, dangling near her sheathed knife on one thigh. The other sported an empty hand gun holster.
"Well aren't you just a little blood thirsty bugger? You’re going to get your self shot if you don't look around you before you start shouting things."
Linda took out a pack of fags and shook one out. Lighting it up, she put the pack back into the pocket on the chest of her open padded flight uniform top, revealing her grey and black fatigues. She stretched out a hand almost lazily.
"Lt. Linda Rowan at your service."
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:46 pm
/Over rules last post/ Rewind//<<
Coop lipped out a slight"Ohh" sound and noticed her hand. He gripped her hand then tiped his head.
"John Coop Duttenhofer...Junier. My friends call me Coop."
Coop then let go of her hand and noticed her pilot gear and tried to calm himself.
" You fly? I really wanted to fly a pelican or two but I guess they didn't really need me. I just give cover fire. Man I would kill to be in the cockpit of a marine dropship."
He said, now much calmer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:44 pm
Linda knowingly grinned around the cigarette.
"Nothing like flying a bird. Not much safer though. I s'pose that's what attracted me to 'em."
She finished getting dressed and snapped her uniform closed. Linda brought the pack of smokes back out into the open, and shook one out, offering it to Coop.
"f**?"
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