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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 2:41 pm
Kristi pulled up close to where she last saw Mathias, dropping the ghost enxt to the other one she "borrowed", -Yo Mathias where are you? I need some orders so I can start kicking a** here! Where are ya?- She asked over the com, she was most likely the most calmly sounding person on the chatter.
((slow down boys we dont want nori getting mad, if we can hell give us some kinda hint))
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:51 pm
((Too late. STOP OOC CHATTER!))
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:04 pm
As the Covenant formed back up after splitting their attacking force into two separate groups, they moved in with more agression then they had started with. Already he heard a Marine cry out in pain of burns, then another. The Covenant were getting close, too close. One of the snipers radioed him.
'Sir, were just about bingo on ammo here.'
Mathias responded, already knowing that were running low on ammo just out of intuition.
'Roger that Marine, send two sniper back for ammo, once they get their ammo and return then the last two do the same. Copy that?'
'Yes sir, moving now.'
The snipers carried out their orders and were soon restocked with ammo and once again etching gas trails in the sky into Covenant brain buckets. The snipers were really taking a toll on the Covenant. Mathias could this through his own eyes, since the Elites seemed to be hiding behind their new meat shields, the Grunts and Jackals, and keeping their heads low...
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:23 pm
Kristi was running around confused. She knew they were under attack but she was always seeming to be the last informed and least knowledgeable, -MAthias i need a fix!-
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:18 pm
(( Let's start something below the surface. ))
Master Sergeant Glenn Hallick pointed the barrel of the AP turret towards a shadow that went along the distant wall, which he had seen move for a split second. He began manning the turret after he had set up their long-range COM gear, and had been staring unblinkingly into the darkness for too long. He wanted to trust his own eyes, but thought of the movement as a sign of his fatigue. He was about to consider letting someone else take his position, but the sight of an Elite's corpse erased any thoughts he had on resting.
The main reason this caught and held his attention was that this particular body, which had once belonged to an alien, was moving towards him. He could easily make out the deformed shapes of the grotesque monster as the light from their glowsticks, which they had thrown out into the passages the turrets were covering to illuminate the area, washed over it. The freak turned towards him, but the Elite's head didn't move to look at him like he expected. Instead, it hung limply to the side, as if all of the nerves and muscles in its neck had been removed...or liquified.
He barely managed to yell a warning to his comrades, before his finger jammed down on the trigger, and a loud rattling sound rang out against the metal walls. Round after round tore into the horrifying creature, the Flood form gurgling and reeling back slightly from each impact, before collapsing after losing a few limps and having its chest ripped open. Glenn eased his finger off the trigger, and the barrage of bullets ended with the walking corpse in tattered pieces on the floor. He swiftly glanced over each of his shoulders, peering through his ODST helmet at the two Marines standing at each side, one with a raised BR55 and the other with a M90 pointed at the fallen creature. They silently stayed in their positions, listening and waiting for any noise or further movement, before wincing at the soound of the other AP turret firing down the other passage.
He was about to hand over the turret to one of the Marines behind him in order to go and check out what this new problem was, before all three of them, him and the two Marines beside him, opened fire on what seemed like a wave of rotting corpses and walking nitemares. Now both turrets and several other weapons were firing away at clusters of infection forms, groups of combat forms, and a few of the bloated carrier forms. Both passages leading to the human CP were filled with rattling gunfire, the lighter sounds of hundreds of empty shell casings clattering to the floor, and the frightening crys of rage from at least forty mixed forms of Flood.
(( All Marines below Halo's surface can now RP in battle as they please. Kill to your heart's content, and I might send Flood reinforcements if needed. Anyone who wishes to be in a recon unit outside of the base can attack the Flood from behind, but I wouldn't recomend it. Get to work. ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:33 pm
Howie quickly brought out his M90 and opened on a form leaping at him. Howie ducked out of the way as the dead corpse flew past him from the momentom it had had. Howie was back on his feet in a flash. He pumped a new shell into the barrel and spun around just in time to blow off another combat forms head with green blood splattering everywhere. He then looked to his right and seen another combat form flying threw the air at him. He turned at a 90 degree pivit also droping to his knee all at the same time pumping another shell into the barrel and blew a hole through the Combat forms cheast, but Howie didn't have time to move and the form flew into him knocking him on his back. Luckally he had killed it in its flight through the air. Howie shoved himself off the ground and watched as every marine engaged in battle.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:26 pm
Mendez heard the rattling of gunfire down the hallway and the gurgling screams of flood forms. "s**t." He motioned his squad foward and ended up in an empty hallway opening up to the Human CP. "Move it marines!!!" He raised his rifle and shot at a group of infection forms and blew them to pieces. As they reached the CP he made his way to one of the turrets that was being overrun and took over aiming down a hallway filled with combat forms, infection forms, and Carrier forms. "C'mon, c'mon, work baby work."
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 11:04 pm
((Oh good, Legato. Hey, listen since the stupid PM's are down, could you give me your AIM if you have one? Or if you see this, just click on whatever you have and message me.... Cause I've been trying to get a hold of you and I cant. Thanks dude.
NOO OOC!))
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