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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:45 pm
((srry, had to go get a haircut))
Mathias, thankful for the newly arrived reinforcements of SPARTAN-108 and a handful of Marines and ODSTs, not to mention the weapons drop as well, had taken a moment to stand back and assess everything they had. Troop count, weapons check and their two remaining vehicles that hadn't been obliterated from the Covenant's attacks on Alpha Base; One Scorpion BT and one Warthog.
A defensive line had already been established in the event the Flood were able to make it past the forming team that was going within Halo itself. Confident in what they had, and having zoned out when Lieutenant Brennan had tried to hail him, he walked over to SPARTAN-108. Cutting in on the convo between the SPARTAN and Lt. Brennan.
'Lieutenant Brenna, Lieutenant Twombley here. Sorry for the non-response. You heard 108, things are under control here. I will be staying topside while 108 and his team venture inward to carry out their orders..
The Lieutenant had his battle rifle slung over his shoulder still. The SPARTAN stood quite higher then he, but it didn't bother him any at this point. The way he saw it, the SPARTANs were basically a bio-weapon, nearly invincible ones at that. Mathias thought to himself, "When I get back on the Armengald, I need to talk with the Captain of transferring to the ODSTs." For him the Marines were great, but he still wanted to be better, and becoming an ODST is what he saw as 'better.'
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:09 pm
Kristi moaned softly waking on a medical cot in a slung up tent style medical room, "whats going on?" she was hooked up to some wierd devices which enticed her curiousness.
"ma'am you passed out, were trying to mend your wounds but something aint right..." said one of teh medics working on mer.
"Where the hell is mathias?" she asked bluntly. "Busy miss..." "dont care get him for me...""yes ma'am" and with that the medic ran off, soon finding Mathias, "uh sir, SPARTEN Kristi wants a word with you..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:41 pm
When the medic came up to Mathias, requesting his presence with Kristi. Looking back to SPARTAN-108 he said, "Get the job done soldier." And then simply saluted and took his leave, following the medic back over to the tent where Kristi lay. The Lieutenant removed his helmet and kneeled down next to the cot. Not saying a word.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:44 am
Kristi tried to sit up, but with what they were testing on she had been strapped down, "mathias... listen, i think im out of action for a while... these docs saw im ******** up . Something wrong with my blood or something hell i dont know"
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:50 am
Lieutenant, I'm transfering the Captain to the channel, Hold on........
Twombley? This is the Captain. Listen, I'm having a Pelican come down to the surface to relive you of comand for the time being. Grab your things and get ready.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:40 pm
Howie checked his belt strap and ammo pouches to make sure nothing would fall out or snap. He was glad to have a M90, but he had it slung over his back as his secondary weapon. He had his BR55 tucked into his right shoulder waiting to enter Halo.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 2:29 pm
Mendez clicked off the safety and stood up in front of the marines. "Alright Marines! get up! We have a situation on our hands! These bastards have broken loose, and it's our job to clear 'em out! so Lock and Load! you won't get a break down there." He turned and loaded his weapon.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:06 pm
The SPARTAN grabbed what gear he needed, clips for his BR55, a few extra grenades, and one M90 Shotgun for close-range work. He took a quick look at his team, who seemed to be already waiting to go in. He shook his head barely at the thought, knowing how eagerness can get someone killed, before he looked forward at the entrance into this new facility.
He brought his rifle up to bear and crouched down, before nodding towards the Navy Tech by the control panel, signaling him to open the door for him. The Tech saw this and quickly tapped a few buttons on a small control panel near the door, which silently slid open. His trigger finger twitched slightly, before relaxing as he noted no immediate movement behind the large metal door. Apparently, the Flood on the other side had given up and decided to find another way to the surface. He didn't plan on them being so easily kept down there, since he'd read about how relentless they were in battle.
He got up from his crouched position, his rifle still held at the ready, and slowly walked into the dimly lit corridor, switching on his helmet light as he did. He lowered the barrel of his BR55 slightly as he looked over his shoulder, before motioning his team forward, not seeing any immediate threats on his motion sensor. He decided to simply tell his Marines now what they were planning to do for now, clicking on his COM and speaking quietly, "Alright, team. Our objective is to push deeper into this facility until we find a suitable place to set up a small base of operations. Don't wander off on your own, and conserve your ammunition if you run into any small opposition. Understood?" He expected several responses at once, and began walking deeper into the structure as he heard a chorus of 'Sir, yes sir!' behind him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:13 pm
SPARTAN-108, This is the Captain. We have reported some movement by your sector, but not as much as before. But just incase those little balloons start to hear you, keep the close-range chatter to a whisper and stick with handsignals. If you need anything, just give us a ring.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:31 pm
Scarlett stepped so close next to another marine, she almost tripped. She shuddered to herself thinking of some parasite burrowing itself under her skin. The echo of their feet in the huge cavern made the only noise, however. She just had to listen very carefully, and she wouldn't turn into one of them. She held her rifle at the ready.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:34 pm
Sergent Jenkins walked about 20' back from the new Spartan, keeping an eye out for any hostile contacts...but mind you whats the point? That Spartans motion tracker will be almost invaluable against tracking the flood. Jenkins joged to catch up the Spartan. "Sir?", Jenkins asked, keeping pace with the Spartan, "Whats the effective range on you motion traker sir?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:45 pm
aassaa123 Sergent Jenkins walked about 20' back from the new Spartan, keeping an eye out for any hostile contacts...but mind you whats the point? That Spartans motion tracker will be almost invaluable against tracking the flood. Jenkins joged to catch up the Spartan. "Sir?", Jenkins asked, keeping pace with the Spartan, "Whats the effective range on you motion traker sir?" The SPARTAN didn't bother looking at the Marine who apparently felt this question couldn't wait as he scanned the area ahead of them with his rifle. He knew the soldier was watching him as he waited for a response, like most of those in the UNSC did when with a SPARTAN, and used his left hand to make a cutting gesture against his own throat, meaning 'silence', before he moved ahead of the Marine, not bothering to examine the deep inscriptions on the walls.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:12 pm
He eased the barrel of his rifle around the corner of yet another entrance, before swiftly opening fire on the infection form that had perched directly in the middle of a nearby wall, the tiny pod bursting into small shards of flesh as the high velocity rounds tore into it. He quickly entered what appeared as a large, circular room and checked for more of the creatures, knowing they usually don't travel alone. He quickly gestured for his team to advance into this large room, spotting only two other entrances into this same room as he did.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:25 pm
Seeing this latest develoment, and the fact that this Spartan wasnt a talketive as Kristy...he decided to shut up, shoot first and ask questions later. As he entered this new room he moved slightly off to the left of the entrance and kneeled down on one knee. He click on his MA5B's flash light, as well as the light enhancement on his helmets hud. (( you know...that little green thingy ma bobber infront of the right eye of a marine?)) Out of one eye he watched the Spartan move further into the room.
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