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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:03 am
»»»Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Continual Light; Naun 'Var Nnaolee
»»Flagship; Exalted Deliverance, Assault Carrier
»Bridge
Naun, for all his normal pristine calm, starting to get annoyed. Before he had even gotten a chance to order out the boarding craft, the human ship released several craft smaller than their fighters. "Stop them! They must not reach the Holy Relic!" he barked, as the little ships started through the defensive line. They were fast, he'd give them that. And then another ship ship appeared. Reinforcements? So be it.
Contacting them quickly, the Supreme Commander stated that the human ship was to be preserved. He was displeased to hear a jiralhanae voice at the end of the communication. Those brutish creatures were not fit to crew ships! Switching to the swarm, he tried to keep his cool. "Disable that ship. We mustn't allow them to land." And then, the humans sent out more ships.
Naun 'Var Nnaolee recognized these ones. Their escape pods. Narrowing his gaze, it was a good thing that the holographic display was composed of light when he hit it. If glares could kill, even indirectly, the enemy ship would have been long dead. The wall of seraphs was still on high alert, firing upon the pods as they tried to break though, leaving the sangheili to focus elsewhere. Ordering the ground forces to begin cleansing the installation of the humans, he also sent out the starfighters of the Exalted Deliverance.
They had strict orders to prevent the ship from landing. Preservation, both of sanctity and the primitive ship, was the goal. There was no use in sending out the boarding craft now, they wouldn't reach the ship before it tried breaking through. Even if they did, it would be a waste, as they would not do well in preventing the ship from landing. They fired a missile of their own, aimed at this newest ship. The ships preservation several limited his options more than they had been in light of the Relic they surrounded.
And somehow, the humans were getting through this defense. Growling a guttural growl, the very worst thing that he could think of at this moment happened. "Commander Nnaolee, this is a outrage! I have received word that the humans have landed upon the Sacred Relic. I would have thought you better than that. This is nigh short of heresy! I demand that we speak when this is over about the repercussions of your actions." Though, at this point, the ship masters of the different vessels tried, the space battle was over.
The Supreme Commander hanging his head as the missile impacted with the new ship's shields, one of the closer sangheili crewman's shoulders sagged. He was the tactical adviser, and had suggested this course of action in light of Zhar Vak 'Kuvamee's request. Perhaps if he had thought it through more, the Commander would not be facing charges of heresy. From the Prophet of Supposition, no less. The san 'shyuum's word was held in much higher regard than even some sangheili councilors.
I congratulate you, humans. Whoever your commander is, he is surely a fine leader. They had acting in ways that he had not expected, and had no usable counter too. Obviously, they had no way of knowing this. Perhaps they had yet to realize that not a single ship had fired upon them, minus the one that had recoiled from the nuclear explosive, let alone the more massive ships with the energy projectors.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 5:44 pm
Commander Andrew Poole
>1020 Hours
>>Bridge
Poole's fingers moved across the keys of his station with remarkable speed, eyes never leaving the screen, or even blinking. The stone cold look of determination was on his face. He was ready to give the Covenant the best show of their disgusting lives, no matter what. If they thought he was just a fool like Captain Blake was, they were surely mistaken. The Shiva continued to sail through space, sticking true to it's target, the newest ship.The MAC was warming up and getting ready for it's own purpose in his plan. It would lower the ships shields, and the SHIVA would do the rest. The only problem, was past it fast enough to not be effected by the blast. Sure, he may have overlooked the blast radius of the Nuke, but it was too late now.
His hands trembled furiously, as if the only thing coursing through the mans veins was adrenaline instead of blood. This was suicidal. Absolutely. But he always had been a little crazy, ever since he was a child. But that didn't mean he was stupid. If he was, he wouldn't have become a Commander at only 27 years old. This had to be the stupidest thing he'd ever done though. There was no way this would work. He might as well have sent his wife a message saying goodbye--
"Commander!" Nowicki's voice nearly gave Poole a heart attack. The doors to the bridge had opened, unnoticed by him, and the polish man hurried in, followed by Carlson. The two slid into their seats and immediately got to work, as if he hadn't called for total evac of the ship in the first place.
"Are you two insane? I ordered an evac. Why the hell didn't you go with everyone else?" He asked, both surprised and angered.
"With all due respect, sir. You're the crazy one here. You need help, and we're the only ones that can do it." Carlson replied with the calmest tone he could muster. Poole grinned weakly. He sure as hell was glad he had been stationed on this ship now. Even with this situation, he was glad to have two loyal crew members.
"Point defense guns warmed up and ready."
Poole's luck was certainly looking up, his crew at hand and the Covenant were panicking over their presence in the system. " How many Archer pods do we have left?" Poole queried, his heart raced, they were closing in on the SHIVA and the Covenant ship.
"Sir, I'm reading at least 150 pods remaining. But sir, what about that ship?" Carlson asked, his calm tone was beginning to fade, the fatigue of battle certainly was wearing hard.
"I've got that taken care of, spin up the MAC cannon, I need it ASAP, if you have to divert power from all systems."
"Aye sir," Carlson ran his fingers over the displays and keys, working frantically, this wasn't anyone's first time through the line of fire and they certainly weren't going to lose their cool over it.
"Nowicki, reentry trajectory. We're going to have to time this perfectly to prevent getting into the blast radius of the SHIVA."
"A-and avoid all these ships..."
"There's also that. Just do what you can."
"Aye, sir."
The Sunrise was shortening the distance between itself and the other ship quickly, engines nearly at full burn. Archer rounds shot through space, hitting their targets--the Seraphs-- mere seconds later. There was no way in hell he was leaving the Pelicans and escape pods defenseless. They weren't going down without a fight. Once it reached the distance Poole wanted, his voice boomed through the bridge.
"Fire the MAC!"
Corporal Meika Faust
>1021 Hours
>>Unknown Alien Construct
Meika was more than just angry. She was furious, so much so that her entire body trembled. Some queasy little moron threw up inside the Pelican as they were making their way down to the structure, and it was all over her. That was just what she needed, to be covered in vomit until who knows when. As the Pelican made its landing, the rear hatch opened with excruciating slowness, and she was the first one out. Dropping the M41 SSR that she had brought with her on the way down, Meika went to work trying to wipe the vomit off of herself. A fury of German swears filled the air, and the moment she noticed the young man exiting the Pelican, Meika launched herself at him. The two fell to the ground, and she pinned him down. Teeth clenched, eyes narrowed, she brought her face close to his.
"You little worm. The next time you have to throw up like that, do it on yourself." Her right hand turned into a fist and she punched him square on the jaw, then got up off of him, brushed the last bits of puke off of herself, and picked up her M41 SSR. Setting it on her shoulder, Meika's eyes drifted up towards the sky. A frown formed on her face as she noticed something fairly bright shining against the blue. Tilting her head to the side, it took her a moment to realize that the bright object was moving and growing larger, very, very quickly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:04 pm
Private Black, Lucas
> 1021 Hours
>> Unknown
Stepping out of the Pelican was both what Lucas wanted to do most and least. He wanted his feet on solid ground again so badly that it was hurting him, but he knew as soon as he was vulnerable he was going to be reamed by his squad, especially the lady that sat opposite him. If he wasn't killed by friendly fire then today was definitely going to be a lucky day. When his boots finally met the ground his body met someone's as well. Suddenly he was toppling to the ground, the woman had tackled him and was clearly more than simply agitated with being vomited on. Before he could struggle out of her grasp she pinned his arms to the ground. Normally he would have enjoyed this position but right now he would have preferred being anywhere else. Hell, being on the Iron Sunrise would have been a better place to be.
The girl pushed her face as close to Lucas' face as she could without shoving her tongue down his throat and she began lashing him out, " You little worm. The next time you have to throw up like that, do it on yourself. " The harsh words weren't near as hard as they could have been, and Lucas was thankful for that. However her first was as hard, if not harder than he had imagined. Her fist pushed his face deep into the dirt, and by the time she was off of him and clean of anything he may have spewed on her Lucas' pounding head ache was even worse then it had been. His mouth was filled with dirt and his pride had been shot, the only thing that would redeem him now would be an inexplicably heroic action, which didn't seem to be anywhere on his horizon.
Lucas spat the dirt out of his mouth and wiped it clean. He looked up as the squad began to move away, the Pelican lifted off and kicked up more dust into the air, and finally Lucas stood. He was tired of being a coward, but things weren't going to get any easier from then on out. He looked up towards the sky for a moment as the Pelican floated away. In it's wake sat a bright light in the sky, only it didn't move with the Pelican, instead it sat motionless in the sky. Or at least, seemingly motionless, until Lucas noticed that it wasn't sitting still, the star was growing, brighter and brighter, closer and closer. " What is that?! " he yelled over the fading roar of the Pelican's engines.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:06 pm
Chief Petty Officer Caden-072
» 1012 - 1020 Hours
»» UNSC Iron Sunrise
»»» Bridge - Docking Bay E
Caden took the chip and looked down at it for a moment, observing the center of the hardware. It fluctuated again, turning from blue to red, and then back to that vibrant, cool blue. Carefully, he slipped it into the neural interface at the base of his skull. There was an audible click, and than a sweeping sensation flooded his mind as Aquinas joined him. It was like having his brain dipped in ice-cold water, and then having it punched by a vengeful Marine; it was definitely something he would need to get used to. As the pain died out, Caden could feel Aquinas’ presence within his mind.
xxxxSo this is what it’s like inside a SPARTAN’s head? Cozy.
Caden ignored her, though it was hard. It sounded as if she was speaking right into his thoughts. The soldier saluted the Commander and left the bridge at a steady jog, moving naturally faster than the Marines. The entire ship shook as a plasma torpedo found its mark, causing him to stumble a little. One young Private took a nosedive in front of him and smashed face first into the bulkhead. The Private was whining and rubbing his face, but when Caden grabbed the kid and lifted him on his feet, he was shocked. Caden didn’t have time for stumbling Privates or autographs, let alone a chitchat. He had standing orders to get Aquinas off the ship and to keep her safe.
It took a little bit of time to get past the crowds of Marines as he made his way to Docking Bay E, but when he got there he was satisfied to see a Marine taking charge of the situation. The man was yelling from the aft of a Pelican, barking orders to the Marines as they scurried about. The name and rank Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Callahan appeared on Caden’s heads-up-display.
“Gunny, I need a ride.”
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Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Callahan
» 1020 Hours
»» UNSC Iron Sunrise
»»» Docking Bay E
Marcus didn’t have time for the FNGs of this outfit, but when you didn’t have time was when you had to make time; it was just one of those truths about being an NCO and being in charge that you had to accept. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one large figure approaching, but he didn’t pay too much attention. After having seen Compton, one of the troopers that dropped in early, abnormal height was something he was beginning to accept as well. It was the deep, commanding, omnipotent voice that caught his attention first. Callahan immediately dropped his conversation with one of the recruits and looked over at the source, finding a reflection of himself and the pelican in the golden, polarized visor of a SPARTAN. Marcus smiled a bit; the Covenant was ******** style="color: olive">“Sure thing, SPARTAN. Jump in,” he said before turning back to the crowded area. “Alright, boys! It's time to kick some Covenant a**! Pile in!”
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 12:07 am
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
”Mitchell, can you hear me? It’s Nate.”
If there was one voice that Mitchell was glad to hear it was Compton’s. If Nate was alive, it meant that the others stood a fair chance as well. The First Sergeant was almost at the edge of the sand when the Gunny’s voice crackled in over the COMM. Mitchell straightened up and glanced around before placing a hand on his helmet where his left ear was. It was an old habit to press the speaker closer to clear out noise. Of course, with the equipment that ODSTs carried it made no difference either way.
”I’m still kicking Echo 2. I dropped in a few klicks west of here. Stole a Banshee and flew in over the water. I spotted a pod not too far out from the shore, grid Two-One-Hotel Yankee-Three-Lima-One and I’m moving there now. How Copy?”
Trusting that the other Trooper wouldn’t worry much about messing with the particulars, Mitchell continued forward. He had a goal, and he wanted to stick to the plan. If there was someone in the pod, it wasn’t likely that they were dead, just unconscious. Either way they’d need help, and right now Mitchell was the only Trooper in a position to help anyone. Of course, that was only his assessment of the situation. If there were others, he’d gladly welcome their assistance. He’d need it.
Uhttonu Hasu Illu
Ninth Age of Reclamation
Mgalekgolo Major
>> Surface of the Sacred Foundry
It was not rage that guided his hand, no zealotry or religious convictions that altered his judgment. Uhttonu was completely unfazed by the majesty of the Foundry. The Sangheili, Jiralhanae, and San ‘Shyuum all paused in reverence for the Installation. They viewed it as sacred, as a gift left by the Ancients. Uhttonu knew that this was no gift. It had been left behind by someone or something, but it was no gift. It was merely there. Its existence spoke volumes about it. The Foundry was what the Foundry was. A platform, a venue, a battleground; it was all these things and more. He did not care that the humans had “defiled” the relic with their presence. He did not care that they had slain Jiralhanae, Unggoy, and Kig-Yar. If the lesser races could not fend for themselves, they were bound to die in due time. Such is the way of things. And so, Uhttonu held no ill feelings towards the small humans as he crushed them beneath his golden boot. No hatred as he burnt them with the Assault Cannon mounted on his arm. He was in a state of no-thought. Every action was automatic, reacting to the world around him. He chuckled to himself as he felled one of their life pods and watched as the flaming aircraft plummeted to the ground with Humans still aboard. They could not win, all life ended with death, so was it not better the embrace death in life? His Bond Brother had died, and only through accepting the truth of death had he been able to survive. Just as one could only grow stronger through the acceptance of death. The Humans were afraid of death, and he pitied them for it. They did not embrace it, did not understand it. He could not be killed, for he was already dead. And in that simple truth laid immortality.
A crash from his right stirred the Mgalekgolo from his thoughts; the mighty warrior leveled his shield to deflect a volley of weapons fire. Humans shouted insults, cursed him, called him a “Hunter” and ran at his approach. There was much truth to the moniker of “Hunter.” For Uhttonu was one who hunted, but his quarry was not blood but truth. The Mgalekgolo sidestepped to avoid a rocket and sent a volley of encapsulated superheated plasma towards the origin. Explosions and screams of pain satisfied the warrior that his shots had hit their mark. And at last, alone among a field of bodies, Uhttonu sat and recited the final stanza of a simple poem. He said it in honor of the humans whose lives had been given in search of greater knowledge. He prayed that their souls would find their ways to paradise, for they had earned their journey, despite what the San ‘Shyuum proclaimed. There was much hypocrisy to be seen in their words. The Lekgolo had been allowed to join the Covenant, but had not been forced to convert. And now this new species, these humans, were not allowed to join, not allowed to convert, despite having proven themselves time and again in combat. The Lekgolo followed the Sangheili, and they, in turn, followed the San ‘Shyuum. All was right within the Covenant. The Mgalekgolo stood and declared victory with a final subsonic growl, one that reverberated through the earth and trees of this strange world. It was peaceful here, in this place. He could die here and be happy. But he would not die, so long as his masters forbid it. If the Sangheili decreed that he must live, he must live while his enemies must fall beneath his feet. Such is the way of things.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:36 pm
Corporal Brown, John
-1021
-Construct
The inception was convenient but not superb. Regardless the march had to be, and was, made.
Upon arrival the mood was less than 'peachy'. John, fortunately, wasn't effected by the events previously taking place. The hermetic door hissed open as other passengers unhooked themselves and exited the vehicle. Without hesitation Faust, from what he could tell was a slender red head, scrambled from the Pelican. Grabbing the handle and pulling himself out of his seat, last, the Corporal watched as her rage amplify. John stood and watched as the Private was shot for and unable to defend himself. An enraged Meika hung, covered in not only the Privates vomit but now his blood as well, and John quite enjoyed it. Beautiful.
The deed was done and Brown's boots hit the ground. In the dirt lie a sickly and beaten soldier. Much like every soldier before him, he had only a taste of the test soon to come. The real difference between Black and Faust wasn't tens of hours of experience, but rather an experience of tens of hours.
John's dazed attention was nabbed by Blacks beaten cry. " What is that?! "
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 3:19 pm
Commander Andrew Poole
>1022 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>>>Bridge
The Sunrise lurched backwards, lights in the bridge dimming as the MAC was fired. The round tore through space quickly, and hit right on its target. The Covenant ships shields flickered and died within moments. Now, the final touch.
"Half speed for the SHIVA." Poole barked.
"Aye, sir."
"Nowicki, drop us underneath them and slow us down as much as possible for reentry." Sure, technically it couldn't be called reentry, but his order was understood, and that's all that mattered. The thrusters burst to life again and the Carrier dived as quickly as its size would allow, just barely missing the underbelly of the other ship. Keeping its same speed for just seconds longer, they shut off and the Sunrise began to turn.
"Thirty seconds until impact, Commander. I-I don't think we're gonna make it out of the blast radius in time." Carlson stammered, voice soft. The ship had done a near complete 180 now, the nose of the Carrier now facing the belly of the Covenant ship, and the SHIVA.
"Slow it down further, then! Nowicki, thrusters, full burn for five seconds, then turn us back around."
The Sunrise lurched forward this time as the thrusters kicked in again, cutting their entry speed into the atmosphere nearly in half. They ran for exactly five seconds, then it began to turn again. But it wasn't fast enough. The ship neared the atmosphere and the hull began to glow red hot. This was also a good sign, however. They were nearing the edge of the blast radius. But if they didn't adjust how they fell, the entire ship would burn up.
"Now, Carlson. " Poole growled to the once again terrified man. It amazed him how he had made it through Reach. But the comfort of other ships being there was what might have kept him calm.
The SHIVA appeared on his display, still sailing true to its course, but now almost as if it was determined to blow the hell out of the Covenant ship. Its shields were still down, the MAC did its job. Now to just see if the nuke was able to do its own part. The Commander clung tightly to his chairs armrests, holding his breath as he watched the image from one of the outer cameras. Without looking away, he brought up the COM with First Sergeant Mitchell again.
"Expect some fireworks." Was all he said before cutting the channel. The Sunrise had finished up its turn and burned brightly across the daytime sky. A terrifyingly huge comet. None on the ground would have expected to see this happen. This almost brought a smile to Poole's face. Always the one to surprise, wasn't he?
"Sir, incoming plasma torpedo!"
"Stay on course, Nowicki."
"B-but sir, it--"
"Stay on course!" He barked. The torpedo flew after them quickly, but as it caught up, the round hit the atmosphere and the plasma dispersed. The three of them let out a soft sigh of relief, but got back to business in a matter of seconds.
"SHIVA impact in 5!...4...3...2...1." Carlson announced again, this time with more confidence, as if his faith in the Commander had been restored. The moment he hit "one", the bridge and all of the displays flashed white. The shock wave from the blast rumbled through the entire ship, sending it just a touch faster as it fell belly down through the atmosphere. Flames engulfed the Sunrise the entire way to the surface, billowing smoke at a remarkable rate.
Corporal Meika Faust
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>>Unknown Alien Construct
A terrible chill ran through her entire body as she watched the falling object in the distance. Raising the M41 SSR up, Meika peeked through the scope, gasped, and dropped the rocket launcher. "Oh no...Oh no..." She whispered, her pale green eyes as wide as they could get. This couldn't be happening. Maybe she was just seeing things. Yes, that was it. She had just become so furious by being thrown up on, that she was imagining things. Panicked, she turned right on her heels to face the rest of those exiting the pelican.
"It's the Sunrise!"
Commander Andrew Poole
> >>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY<<
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>>>Bridge
"We're coming in too fast!"
"Emergency thrusters, full power."
"I don't think those will slow us down enough--"
"Just do it!"
The emergency thrusters lay on the belly of the ship, installed for this purpose, and a few others. They kicked in seconds after the order was given, desperately working to get to full power. But the speed they were falling at made that difficult.
C'mon...C'mon... Poole thought desperately, as if trying to coax them on with his mind.
Finally it happened, the emergency thrusters flared to life and the ship immediately began to slow down. But the ground was coming up too fast. There was no chance they'd land without making it extremely visible from space. All three of them stopped what they were doing, and braced for the impact. G forces far beyond any they had ever felt pressed against them, and seconds later, the three blacked out.
The impact was massive, the sheer force behind the ships fall sent thousands of tons of earth into the air and a massive shock wave followed only a second later. Everything in its path was ripped from the ground, from boulders to entire trees. Even after having made impact with the surface, the Sunrise hadn't entirely stopped. It slid across the ground for a full ten seconds before it came to a full halt.
Inside the ship, Poole, Carlson and Nowicki remained slumped over in their chairs, none of them moved.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 12:40 pm
Corporal Romwell, Sebastian
>ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
>> Alien Construct.
Now, a minute to relax would be grand. The magnitude of the events were stunning and could not be described in words of any known dialect that Sebastian could think of. First he was ready for boarders, locked and loaded, burning with the desire to punch a Grunt or Jackal square in their ugly a** faces, maybe even fill an Elite with some shrapnel and lead. But that was not the destiny for this Marine, and a handful of others that made up the loosely strung together defensive fire team while on the Sunrise. Then his world reversed, a ship wide mandatory evacuation was ordered; what a pinprick on his thumb! But he complied, like a good little Marine. Though only voicing his opinion until he caught sight of what they were up against as he and a few others ran towards the Hangar bays from their defense stations.
Once inside the hangar, the squad had split up, typical and understandable, the birds were filling up fast, so there was little priority to stay together. the corporal piled in after another Marine, and waited till the 'drop-out' took place. It only took a minute or two for the pelican to reach maximum load. The back doors closed, and the cargo/troop portion of the dropship pressurized and the drop occurred. His brown eyes watched one of the marines. The kid looked ********> Sebastion thought as he watched the Private upchuck whatever it was that he had eaten while on the Iron Sunrise.
Thankfully for zero-g none of it hit anyone yet, which was the problem. Sebastian could tell once the gravity did re-establish with the bodies inside the DC-17 that had effectively become his new squad 'family' that the contents of that Privates stomach would be pulled towards whatever gravitational force present. Which also meant splatter..splatter was bad, especially when it came to vo-
Gravity took over, the pilot cued it too. His thoughts where interupted by the abrupt pull of the Construct his eyes clenched just as he watched the globs of bile fly towards the nose of the Pelican, how unfortunate it would be to get covered in that smelly stuff.
The bird leveled and made a decent descent into a hopefully clear LZ, he didn't hear much chatter,but maybe that was because his comms was off, he should turn it back on..like now. Sebastian's hand moved up to his helmet and he tinkered with it, the comms came back online, everything was virtually static a very wrong sound. He wasn't even on a squad frequency now... he'd alter that later. The puking Marine was not finished and Sebastian could tell, as another stream exited the young man's mouth and splattered onto the metal deck of the Pelican, the doors hissed upon, and fresh air fueled the ventilation of bile out of the troop/cargo area of the dropship.
A female was the first to exit the Pelican, well one of the first to be exact, she was pissed. Hell hath no fury pissed. It was amusing and Sebastian chuckled as he followed the squad out onto the alien grass, his first steps on anything that looked pristine for a while. He along with a few others watched as the german woman chewed out the puke bucket private, though something else caught his attention. A bright falling object. "A meteor?" The ticked german female dispelled his assumption with a shout that racked his brain, and dug a pit into his stomach.
"It's the Sunrise!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 10:13 pm
Private Black, Lucas
> ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
>> Unknown
The Pelican tore away as the light intensified. Only as the light became closer did he realize just what was going on. Before he could even clarify what was happening in his head the woman that had just spent her time pummeling him shouted, " It's the Sunrise! " she exclaimed, the panic in her voice was more than enough to describe the look on all of their faces as the details of the massive cruiser became more and more apparent. The large, matte gray hull was descending towards them rapidly, nose first no less. As the light grew another, brighter light engulfed it, it appeared in the sky as a large blue star. The light was nothing other than a nuclear weapons explosion, it's radiation blasted through to the atmosphere where it would be absorbed and reflected off. Within a moment the light faded and the Sunrise appeared in view once more.
However it was no longer nose down, in fact it was belly down in a full atmospheric burn, the white hot heat from re-entry was nearly entirely engulfing the giant ship as it descended. As the massive ship arced across the sky and lost altitude at an alarming rate Lucas stood in shock, his mouth agape. The fact that the ship was dropping as quick as it was and flying as fast as it was could mean only one thing, they were crashing the massive ship onto the structure. It made sense, slowing such a massive ship would be more than a difficult task without any pressure, but with an entire Covenant fleet breathing down your neck? It may as well have been impossible. Though for his first time aboard a war ship during an actual he couldn't help but to feel frightened over the massive ship crashing over his head.
By the time that the massive ship had made it through the upper atmosphere and through it's burn it had become nothing more than a massive shadow flying through the sky. The lot of them were all staring up, a move that probably wasn't all too smart but they couldn't help it. Their ride in and out was now crashing onto something that they had no idea what it was, or where it was for that matter. As the ship finally arced over their heads and blasted over the horizon Lucas felt the pit of his stomach drop out, the roar as it flew over was deafening but Lucas couldn't hear anyways. He was panicking once again and was about to black out. Everything around him began to blur as the rush of wind displaced high in the sky finally reached them, like the wake of air behind a car the air finally hit the ground causing the air to smash into them, sending trees sprawling towards the ground and dust and dirt in every direction. When the wind passed and the sound subsided Lucas knew what was next, there was nothing left but the crash.
Moments later the massive ship impacted with the ground with a violent force that rivaled anything that Lucas had ever felt. The ground shook catastrophically as the massive transference of energy shattered the ground around the landing site. A massive crater formed around the ship as it slid for a few miles before grinding to a halt on the alien planet. Lucas stayed on the ground for a moment, his head jarred so massively in the shake that his already frayed nerves mixed with the massive headache that was brought on by the onslaught of tremors to leave him completely immobilized. It was only when he thought of the ship and why it was crashing on the planet that he realized just how big of a mistake laying on the ground was. The Covenant were hunting them, they had to move or die. They had to FIGHT or die. Laying on your back was no way to fight but it was a hell of a good way to die.
Lucas forced himself off of the ground and for the first time in his trip from home he forced himself to have an ounce of courage. " We need to move to the Sunrise now. " The Rookie spoke up, he was certain the CO and NCO wouldn't be happy with his sudden outburst but he had to offer something. Someone had to get the squad moving before the Covenant got them, and what better place to move then to the ship that they all were depending on and the leader that they all looked up to. Sure his stomach was doing flips, but it was like that in every game he'd ever played in, the only way to manage it was to push through it. They had to act.
Gunnery Sergeant Compton, Nathaniel
> ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
>> Unknown
" I've got you Mitchell, the pod was mine. I'll meet you there, be ready for tangos in that grid, I got out of there because they were firing from the tree line " Compton stood from the dead beast's body, he was hiding near it in case any other Covenant had come looking, and more importantly he was salvaging what he could from it. It's weapon was more than intriguing. Two massive blades forayed off the end and in the center what seemed to be a chamber sat dormant and glowing a dull yellow. He eyed the massive rifle before he slung his own rifle and decided to further examine the rifle. When Compton had picked it up he couldn't help but notice the massive amount of weight that hung on the front thanks only to the massive blades. As the weight distribution was unbearably off he was forced to two hand the weapon to steady it properly. He turned towards a tree and sighted down the rifle's range only to frown at the lack of a real scope.
But he knew the ONI spooks that were undoubtedly along for the ride would love the rifle so he held onto it and began making his way back towards his pod. Hopefully there weren't any surprises waiting for him, and if he was lucky there wasn't another one of those beasts there. Rather than wait Nathaniel decided that he would cover the ground as best he could so that he could get there and ensure that Mitchell wasn't being assaulted when he arrived. Fortunately by the time he had gotten back to the tree line he was only forced to avoid a single Grunt who seemed to be in a daze. Looking out from the tree line he saw hell raining from the sky. Or at least what could be thought of as hell. Nearly half of a Covenant Cruiser's hull was falling from orbit towards the vast ocean that lay before him which was more than enough to cause him to worry. When the ground beneath him began trembling it gave him even more worries and as the trembles began to increase in intensity drastically he braced himself against one of the large oaks that he stood by. The large chunks that Compton was staring at were what he was worried about over anything.
Sure the massive gyrations in the planets tectonics were a worry but they weren't as imminent of a threat as the falling debris was about to be. Compton wrapped his arm around the tree as best he could and stabbed the rifle into the side. Carrying the weapon would only be a burden as he climbed so instead of lug it along he simply smacked it into the tree, embedded it a few inches deep and then began climbing once more. As he struggled up the tree painstakingly slow inch after inch he cued his Mike once more. " Micthell do you see the debris? Be prepared for a tidal wave, how copy? "
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:30 am
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Location.
"Rookie, you run like a fairy! Come on!" Whitney was running towards Mitchell's location, which wasn't far off. She of course, wanted to join up with the rest of the squad, or else they would be soon screwed. The signal was getting stronger and stronger. But just as she jumped onto a log the Sunrise crash landed upon the construct. She slipped, and fell head first. Good thing the ground was quite muddy in that area or else she would of broken her neck. The trees shook so much that branches, and even whole trees, snapped in half falling to the ground. She got up as the shacking came to a halt. She was was covered in mud, but she wiped her visor clean and carried on with a massive headache.
Whitney spotted Mitchell, which was great because they were finally starting to get together. "Sarge, your 4 o'clock, Whitney and Formoe here!" Her voice fuzzed over COMM.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 1:18 am
^< Yibbab
^^ Being woken up by the stupid humans.
Yibbab awoke with a fright! The sudden shaking was strange, and it was also interesting that even the brutes and elites were falling over. He started shouting and running around in circles flailing his arms. Not only was some he shouting curses and something about Flipyap. He heard a Elite say the human ship crashed, and he stopped panicking and started to shout in celebration.
"VICTORY! WE KILLED THE HUMANS!" The other grunts followed suit.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:34 pm
: razz FC Kyle Svetly-Berg
::ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
::Unknown Alien Construct
Kyle gripped his BR55 tighter as everything got quiet for a minute once the two Pelicans had left and the auto turrets had been set up to make a perimeter around the structure. Kyle heard a few noise behind the door and suddenly it sprung open, a Marine missing an arm running out screaming.
As one of the men stood in awe, Kyle dove to the side thinking quickly as the Auto-Turrets spun around, green laser lights (meaning thermal-sighting) zoomed onto the doorway, letting loose a hellstorm of hot lead through the door and into the smoke billowing from the door.
Kyle grabbed his Handset, "This is Combat team Golf 4-7! Does anybody copy!?" Plasma fire from the Covies inside flared over Kyle's head as he sat behind a small wall-like structure at the base of the entrance way. He popped up to fire, handset dangling as he fired three bursts and ducked down.
Kyle gripped the handset and yelled into it frantically as some Marines nearby moved towards the door, "H-Comm Alert! This is Combat team Golf 4-7! We are under fire and have taken several casualties, can anybody assist, over!?" He held the handset wait for a response.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 8:39 pm
Private Sullivan, Wren 'Hunter'
> ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
>> Unknown Alien Construct
It had all happened so fast...The enlistment. The training. The war. Everything leading up until now had all happened so fast. Too fast, in most respects. Why, it was only yesterday that Hunter had been seated in front of her television set, watching a delightful little kid's show with her younger sister, Anna, pretending to be at all interested in the dancing puppets and techno music. Oh, how she missed her sister. Hunter figured it would be easy to let her old life go, but it wasn't; joining the U.N.S.C had been the greatest decision of her life and at the time it seemed like the only possible pathway for her. Recalling the action films that depicted great battles waging between man and machine, man and an alien race, or man and himself all seemed so exciting and fun, but that wasn't how reality was. All her life, Hunter had been exposed to so much hate, so much pain that she had begun to see everything in a different light; she veiled the truth and used her happy-go-lucky and carefree attitude as a security blanket that kept out the bogeyman. But that wasn't how reality was. It was cruel, harsh, and wasn't as happy and loving as she always made it out to be and Hunter was beginning to realize that. The U.N.S.C was certainly molding her into a soldier, but Hunter wasn't going to let it completely mold her mindset. Yes, reality wasn't as great as she would have liked, but she preferred her eyes to blind rather than face up to the facts.
The great roaring in the sky was what awoke Hunter from her trance. A great ball of fire had emerged into the atmosphere, heading straight for the Alien construct. Hunter lifted her eyes to the sky to watch the horrific marvel hurtling with its belly pointed towards its target, the air all about it screeching and becoming hot. She could feel the pressure of the wind weighing her down and, as she was so small, it took Hunter a few tries to get her feet moving without shaking to keep her balance. Amidst the chaos of the picture she could hear someone shout "It's the Sunrise!" and then she tripped. Toppling over rock and earth she was sent, tumbling about like a ragdoll. If not for her helmet her neck might very well have snapped. Her sight black and head throbbing with the sound of the Sunrise like a bat out of hell made everything all the more uncomfortable for her, but she quickly recovered and proceeded to pull herself to her feet. Gaining her speed back she sprinted towards where the voice had come from, getting as far away from the falling debris as her short legs would carry her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:17 pm
Lance Corporal Desmund Cain
ERR.UEG_1707.TIMESTAMP ANOMALY
Unknown Alien Construct
The skies were suddenly alight with fire as the Iron Sunrise screamed through the atmosphere above. The ground shuddered and rumbled as the ship passed over the horizon.
Desmund stood from his prone position. He lightly brushed the dust that had collected on his armor.
"How the hell did we get to this point so quick?" Is all that Desmund could think to himself. He turned to Wren, whom he followed closely. "Where's the CO?!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:13 pm
Lance Corporal Kio Liengod
Rookie ODST Medic
Trapped inside of his pod
[For the sake of time/willingness I'm skipping a catchup post. I read all of the posts and know what is going on.]
Kio's first real combat trap went less than smoothly. He'd managed to keep awake the whole time and survive, but he was unsure how long the second part would last. As his pod descended to the forest floor, one of the pieces of his drag chute broke off and sent him flipping. As he hit, he skipped forward, hitting again and again until finally resting with his pod door dead in the sand. He'd unstrapped himself and had fallen to the front of the pod, trapped.
That was 10 minutes ago. His com was dead or everyone else was. "GET ME THE ******** OUT OF HERE!" He screamed again, kicking the side as hard as he could. Suddenly, he heard a rumbling. Someone had found him. He felt the pod lift up and he fell back into his chair. The broken reinforced glass revealed his worst nightmare. A Covenant ape like creature was lifting his pod up.
"Human." It growled, lifting its spiked weapon at him. He was unfamiliar with both the weapon it was holding and the creature itself. The Grunts around him laughed.
That's when Kio kicked a certain button. The door launched from the pod, smashing the creatures skull and breaking its neck. The door and the creature came to a stop behind the group of Grunts. They looked back as the ODST walked outside of the pod. One of the small Covenant fell as a round from Kio's M7. Another began running but was quickly stopped as a round caused it's methane tank to consume the creature in fire. The third grabbed two grenades, activated them, and began running towards Kio. "Oh, s**t." He said, then pumped the creature with his clip.
As Kio picked up some of the weapons from the dead Covenant, he realized he could hear voices over the com. The pod must have been blocking his signal. "This is Lance Corporal Kio Liengod, ODST Medic, anyone out there?"
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