Mission 2:1st Try(Or How not to do a Land Mission)

[Deleted]

February 28th, 2531

Planet Tethe

Inside Gravity lift room

Major Domo Keta Dutolee, Covenant

Keta nodded in agreement to Shri T'ova's orders, “Urgo, Trel, take your men to port, make sure all ventral access points and Hangar bays are locked down and secure. If you encounter anything, anything, report it in.”

Urgo and Trel both agreed and ordered their lances in the proper direction, towards port. Keta motioned for his squad to follow him down to the opposite side. They winded through the many corridors, checking to make sure everything was secured as ordered. It wore on Keta's nerves, he wanted to fight and he wanted to get out of this ship. He had grown a sort of claustrophobia from the corridors, he had never been fond of being on a ship and his extended stay on the ship made him much more weary of the Carrier then he would usually be.

[monkeyjoe14]

Spartan 178-Joe

Joe was about to get in a pelican when his com came on.

"Spartan 178, You are requested at the bridge", a voice came over the com.

Joe turned around and headed for the bridge, he was sure that this was about the AI that Gamma team was to bring into the assualt carrier. Joe made his way to the bridge wondering who would be hanging out in his head. He opened the door and entered the bridge.

[spiritoffire]

Disregard this post until it is corrected.
-Elando


Zeus Squad, Lethe

John adjusted the scope of his rifle while his spotter, Jack, whispered off his readings, this included the wind speed, range, and bullet drop. They were posted behind a rock, and their orders were to engage covenant when they could, and thats what they were doing.

John had his scope aimed on the leader of the patrol, an elite. He knew that he would have to shoot the elite, then as many of the grunts as possible, and with a 4-round clip, the most possible was the elite, and 3 grunts, but only if he was fast. The patrol consisted of one elite, and 5 grunts, so he would have too use his pistol for the last two.

John set his pistol on a nearby shelf in the rock so he could get to it quickly. He re-calculated the wind speed and bullet drop, and adjusted his aim. He fired. The elite dropped soundless.

He adjusted his aim, and fired one, two, then three shots at the remaining grunts, they all dropped. John quickly set his rifle down and grabbed the pistol, He fired twice at the remaining grunts, one fell, and the other turned and started firing randomly at the rocks. John stood up and started firing at the grunt, he missed twice because of the recoil, then the third shot caught the grunt in the arm. John jumped over the rock he was behind and ran closer to the grunt. When he was satisfied in his range, he aimed, and fired. He'd shot the grunt square in the head, which was no surprise because he was less than five meters away.

He salvaged what he could carry, then he headed back to the rock. He grabbed his gear, and gave Jack the 'Follow me' hand signal.


Two Hours Later...

Zeus squad advanced on an unsuspecting patrol of elites. With the extra weight he was carrying, they had only traveled a mile, and with the extra gravity, John was tired. They had tagged a nearby patrol earlier, so they knew exactly where the group was.

This group was a bit different, instead of one elite and five grunts, this one had an elite, three grunts, and two jackals, so it would be a little harder than the last one. But this time, John had a better plan.

"Sir?" said John.

"What is it corporal?" sighed Gregory, the squad leader.

"I have a plan"

"I thought you might. So what is it?"

John crab-walked to Greg. and pointed to the patrol.

"Well, of course we will take out the elite first, but once the elite is down, the grunts will run, and possibly alert another group..."

"Get to the point" scolded Greg

"Well, ill get the elite and ill try to get the 2 jackals, but i can't get the grunts, because they will be gone by the time i get to them, so i need Jimmy and Samuel behind those rocks, they will engage the grunts, or possibly capture them, because they might be able to tell us where some of the other patrols are." explained John.

Greg stared blankly at the patrol for a moment.

"You know, that might just work... Good job corporal!"

Greg took a few seconds to explain the plan to the others, then John watched Jimmy and Sam disappear behind the rocks. A few minutes later, they got the signal that they were ready.

John set up his bi-pod and adjusted his scope, and aimed at the elite. He thumbed off the safety, and adjusted his aim, and fired. The elite dropped with a Thud, and the others were alerted. John aimed at one of the jackals, he fired and the round hit the jackal in the chest. The last jackal, having watched where the bullet came from, had turned and started his wrist-mounted shield. John aimed at the middle of the shield, where the plasma core was, and fired.The shield disappeared and the jackal turned to run. Bang. John shot him in the back.

After checking the bodies for any COM units, he walked to the bushes where Jimmy had a grunt tied to a rock with a small chain, the others lay on the ground, dead. Greg was doing his best to make the grunt talk. Then suddenly Greg got up and fired a three-round burst at the grunt.

"I hate grunts, their so retarded." spat Greg.

[caster]

Executive Officer Shri T'ova

System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe

Pious Charity, Bridge

Shri T'ova stood at the helm of the bridge. Fleet Liaison, Khaorse Sal - spoke breaking the quiet hum of the bridges systems.

"Sub-Master, radio contact broken with Diligent lance....Perhaps a bad communicator, or storm interference."

".....Sound internal alarms, bring ship-board warriors to fighting stance. Alert Catharsis and have him send Vigilant to check on them."

Internal warning klaxons blared throughout the Pious Charity and subtle flashes lined the hallways. However, only the elites on board seemed to move with any kind of hustle.

Shri T'ova had made this same order since they landed several times as storms or volcanic activity caused communications to go down. Some of the warriors were starting to get complacent with the orders, only Shri's ilk treated the situation as gravely as it needed to be.

Corporal Leon Carson, 1MSOB27

System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe

UNSC Silence, Troop Bay

[OOC: Due to everyone moving so quick, kind of gonna fast forward this shit.]

Staff Sergeant Samson watched Daniel Flores and perhaps it was his years in service, but he noticed the look on his face. "That's alright, Son. You'll come down with us. I'll take care of the paperwork later..."

Carson was walking towards the group which had gotten larger as Koopman and his team had joined Samson, Renault, Lawrence, and Flores.

"Carson....This here is Flores. He's your buddy now, so take care of him."

Carson looked to Flores, but his visor didn't become transparent like Samson's had. "Oora" Carson grunted as Renters came up behind Carson and slapped his back.

Samson started ushering people on the last awaiting bird. "You gonna bring that sniper rifle?" [OOC: I was gonna have a long conversation about why that wouldn't be useful Flores, but in lieu of that just leaving it up to you whether you want to bring it or not.]


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Carson looked over his shoulder to Flores and Renters, as the team hoofed it up a small gully towards the target.

"Brutes, dead ahead. Freeze."

The whole team froze in place, just at the edge of vision the large hulking forms could be seen. Carson raised his silenced BR55 and got a bead on the one at the rear of the pack. His finger stayed indexed along the side of the rifle. Their grunting voices could be heard, amplified by the helmets. Carson had to adjust his stance twice, as the sheer weight of the rifle required compensation.

"Vigilant is searching..."

Samsons voice came over the comms. "Brute pack looks like it's searching the area for the other group. Carson, Lyons do it."

Carson moved into action slowly, his visor pinged Lyons off to his left. The two ODST's scrambled up behind the brute pack, the larger Brutes didn't seem to be as bothered by the high gravity. As they moved Lyons and Carson glanced at each other under the conditions it was hard to keep up with the apes.

Suddenly Carson raised his fist and the two humans stopped. These Brutes weren't going to be stopped so easily. Carson flexed his hand back with his thumb extended. Slowly, and while keeping the group in their sights Carson and Lyons backed away. Once the Brute back had cleared the area Carson waved forward the group. They continued on as silently as they could until they could see the purple beam of the gravity lift. Renters was still lugging his LMG (having refused to take anything else) and a shotgun, he was lagging the group down a bit but the firepower would likely be needed later. Renters looked around a corner and began mapping out contacts on the teams Tactical Maps. There was two grunts just around the corner near a shade turret.

"Carson, Flores." Samson stated into the mic.

Carson removed his combat knife and let the rifle sling against his body. He looked to Flores and gave the younger trooper a nod. He crept up to the first grunt, and waited for Flores to get in position. When he had, Carson grabbed the creatures shoulders and forced it down onto its but. Carson pushed the knife through its cheek and ripped it out of its mouth pealing away the respirator. The creature tried to yell but its innards burned as the toxic fumes entered. Carson immediately pushed the knife into the side of the creatures neck and used a sawing motion to pull it out of the front. Carson let the creature slump against his knee before he looked over to Flores to see how he fared.

Lieutenant Allison Westbrooke, Super - Six - One

System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe

Entering UNSC Silence

Allison had just dropped off Echo squad before returning to the Silence. She sent a text communication to the others in the squadron checking to see if they were having any problems with their engines. Hers was close as it required even more thrust for the gunship to make it out of the gravity well.

[zim565]

The gravity was maybe to much for him, but Daniel thanked the fact he had left the sniper rifle on the Pelican, now he was just carrying his standard ODST equipment, a M7S and his Magnum M6S, which he had on his hand on that moment. He was more relaxed and thanked god for finding Samson, he looked up at Carson, something told him he wasn't his favorite person right now...after all taking care of a rookie wasn't the best job after all. Renters on the other hand was just a quiet guy, suddenly they stopped
His pulse raised again as he saw the brutes

So big

Slowly they followed them, he heard the order from Samson, quickly he followed Carson as he felt the sweat on all over his face, they stopped and took positions, he watched Carson getting behind the Grunt and killing it with his knife, he was speechless and for a moment he felt sick, then he remembered the other grunt, quickly he look for him and thee he was, he had spotted them and started running, with out even thinking about it Daniel shot his silenced magnum, fortunately he aimed to high and the gravity made the rest, the bullet pierced grunt´s spine killing him immediately.
Daniel look back at Carson and without even looking at his face behind the silver cover that he was upset. Daniel used the mic on his helmet

"S-s-sergeant Samson...targets are down..."

[caster]

Corporal Leon Carson, 1MSOB27

System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe

Southern approach to Pious Charities Gravity Lift

Carson let his grunt slide down to the ground as Flores related that the sentries had been neutralized. Perhaps Carson had overestimated the Rookie. He was nervous, not that Carson wouldn't have been at the same time. Carson moved over towards Flores and took cover behind a large rock off to the right. The rest of the team moved up and into position where they could monitor the area.

Carson looked over to Flores and gave him a thumbs up before broadcasting over the squad-comm. "You never forget your first, Rookie. Oo-rah."

Renters had lumbered up behind the rest of the group and was kneeling near Carson and Flores. "Ha-ha! You're a shooter! It gets easier trust me. None of that pansy knife shit."

Renters smacked Flores shoulder before Koopman came over the air. "Cut the chatter."

Carson looked up past the rock as a gust of sand blasted the area. There were a number of volcanic vents spewing yellow clouds into the air. Carson could only surmise it was sulfur or something along those lines. The highest concentration of enemies was in this area. There were multiple staggered shielded hard points and a number of shade turrets placed through the area as well. Carson checked the higher landings and saw what he was looking for. He couldn't see the bastard, but he could see the tip of the beam rifle. Carson began pinging the contacts on the map for the other friendlies entering the area.

Executive Officer Shri T'ova

System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe

Pious Charity, Bridge

"Sub-Master, Vigilant has not encountered Diligent. Two more ground units have dumped off the scope."

"Have the Seraphs conduct a sweep around the southern approach."

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One of the Seraphs would come around the Pious Charity and conduct a sensor sweep over the area. Perhaps increased volcanic activity was frying battle-net transmitters. It wouldn't have been the first time since they arrived that happened. However, Shri T'ova was getting a sinking feeling in his stomach.

[zim565]

Daniel let out a big sigh, he felt relieved, after receiving all those words, he felt more relaxed, now he knew that this guys would not leave him alone, he was also an ODST he felt...that he could do anything, but he couldn't let his guard down, the image of the brutes was still burned on his head, those things could rip him apart limb by limb.
He knew that his teammates would protect him, so he would have to do the same.

He followed the others, the yellow cloud coming from the ground were impressive, he stopped and waited next to Renters, his Magnum on his waits and the M7S on his hands...he started looking around.

[monkeyjoe14]

Sergeant Jack Redsont

Redsont moved through the dust towards what he believed to be the assault carrier. So far the shit had hit the fan with fire fights spread across the field. Redsont took aim at three elites and fired rounds at them. His team followed with their own fire and two of the elites' shield flared as they failed. The third took cover behind a large boulder and fired from cover. Redsont primed a frag and threw it to the side of the boulder.

The elite dived from cover leaving itself open to fire on. Desmond fired his remaining clip at the elite who fell to the ground in a bloody pool.

"Take that you damn bastards", Redsont said as he reloaded his rifle and moved on.

[spiritoffire]

Zeus Squad, Lethe

After checking all the bodies of the covenant, it was clear that patrols didn't carry COM units...so they would probably have a meeting place to check in. The grunt they had captured had mentioned something about a cave before going into shock and Greg killing him, so they connected to the overhead UAV to look for possible cave locations, they came up with two possibles.

Zeus squad had already searched one, and came up with nothing, so they were closing in on the last location. It was clear there was covenant activity here because there was plasma-burn marks on the ground from clumsy grunts firing off their pistols at the ground.

Once they got closer, they found it to be more of a canyon than a cave, so they slowly climbed the side of the canyon to get a vantage point on top of the unsuspecting covenant. When they got to the top, John went into a prone position and looked down in the canyon. Sure enough, there was about 5 or so patrols restocking or resting.

Once again, John had a plan. He explained it to Greg and got everyone in position. Jimmy, Dan, and Samuel were posted on the other side of the canyon, while Greg, Jack, and John stayed on the side they were on.

To be continued.....

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Indigo Squad En Route to Waypoint Alpha

Andrew trudged through the high-gravity, he had been here for little over 2 hours and already his legs were feeling weak. He had expected fatigue, but nowhere near this soon. He noticed others around him looking like they felt the same, but he knew none of them would admit it.

Periodic weapons fire would come from up ahead, but Andrew had since stopped paying it any heed. The patrols were silenced quick enough for them to not be able to report back, and that was always a good few hundred metres away. He was just focussing on making it to Waypoint Alpha without collapsing.

"Bloody hell, how far is it?" Adam moaned through the squad comms.

"God knows, but at this rate the carrier will have repaired itself, flown off to fuck knows where and exposed every fucking colony we have." Ben replied, his usual sarcastic manner sapped away by the planet's gravity well.

[dusty]

Dusty walked with Tom next to him. Tom was probably in shock from coming so close to death, so he wasn't keep pace well, and Dusty had to constantly pull him ahead. As they walked Dusty felt the lactic acid building up in his limbs and stomach. He searched for a button on the side of his suit. When he pressed it, a small straw extended from the side of his helmet. He made no attempt to resist it entering his mouth.
The cool water was refreshing and gave him a new vigor in his step.

"SERAPH GET DOWN!"

The whole hit the ground. and stayed there as the Seraph flew around. If it had picked them up, it made no attempt to engage. It could possibly have thought that would shoot it down before it could finish its job, and wanted to report back in person since the communications were so bad.

When it flew away, they continued their advance.

"Covie patrol... Holy shit thats a platoon sized force"

15 feet in front of the platoon was an outcropping of rocks, and surrounding it were several others. Enough for the whole platoon if they squeezed together, so that they did. There was a large meteor impact crater 30 yards in front of them, but no other cover then that.

"Wait for the patrol to pass the creator, then we hit them in our kill zone"

When the covenant patrol walked past the creator they became wearier, and stalked forward.

as if powered by a single force, the platoon emerged from cover and opened fire.

The storm of fire was impressive, but not enough to stop everything. Several Elites chose to fall back, bring their jackals and few surviving grunts into the creator, while several elites charged forward, and a few made it to the platoon, killing soldiers in close combat before being brought down by gunfire.

Dusty reloaded his assault rifle, pointed it at the Elites, and pulled the trigger again.

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Indigo Squad En route to Waypoint Alpha.

Andrew groggily pushed himself up after the Seraph had left, as weapons fire erupted not far ahead. "Fuck this, I'm sick of just walking. I'm going in!" Ben shouted over the squad comms, breaking into what could only loosely be called a sprint.

"Ben! Get ba- aw fuck it, move up!" Andrew yelled into the comm as he followed Ben to the firefight, the others close behind.

Ben emptied his SMG into an Elite who had just killed an ODST in close combat, the gravity compensating for the recoil of his weapon. Andrew, Tom, Adam and Sarah arrived a few seconds after, bringing weapons to bear onto the Covenant taking cover in the crater. "Adam! Toss a frag, everyone else, suppressing fire!" he shouted, and fired beside a rock where a Grunt's foot was just sticking out. He watched the foot retract quickly from the bullets, as Adam threw his frag grenade. However, the gravity mixed with his weariness resulted in the grenade landing several metres short, merely kicking up dust for a second. Adam pulled out his Magnum and began joining the rest of the squad in providing suppressive fire.

Andrew turned to one of the ODSTs beside him, and changed his comm channel. "You guys wanna take care of 'em?"

[dusty]

Dusty looked at the marine. He easily had a head on him. He nodded and sprinted across the cover to where the marine was.

"Point them out"

Andrew pointed at the rock.

Dusty nodded and sprinted back to his squad.

"Tom, Amy! come on we're gonna flank them!"

They nodded and ran to him, and waited several seconds before sprinting to the cover Andrew and his team was at, crouching behind it for several seconds. When plasma stopped flying by, they sprinted again to the next cover.

Tom stepped forward because there was a large gap between the next piece of cover.

"Hope this shit works here. SMOKE OUT!"

Tom threw a smoke grenade down, and it sputtered for a few seconds, but began producing the grey smoke.

They ran through it, to the next piece of cover.

"Amy you see them!?"

"Roger"

Amy fired a round into the Grunt behind the rock, and Dusty and Tom fired at the other grunts.

"ELITE!!"

An Elite leaped over the rock and snarled loud enough they could hear it through its mask.

Tom dropped his gun and curled up, and Amy fired her sniper rifle at it, several times grazing it.

"Tom! get up TOM!"

Dusty backed up and threw his assault rifle at it, drawing his shotgun.

It closed in on Amy, who was trying to reload.

Dusty didn't think, he just moved, charging the Elite, and plowing into it, at his full speed, the Elite stumbled back, caught off guard, and turned to him swinging, he ducked and hit it in the jaw with his shotgun's end, before placing the gun barrel under his chin and pulling the trigger.

It clicked and jammed.

Dusty was picked up by the neck and lifted off the grounded and hung there strangling. He drew his pistol with one hand and pointed it at the elite. He fired and it went wide, he fired again hitting it.

It sounded like it was laughing at him, and he fired the whole clip in it. It smacked the gun away when he was done.

Then it dropped with a knife in its back and several tubes cut.

Dusty slowly pulled himself up, and Tom drew his knife.

Oxygen visibly leaked from the Tubes, and the Elite kicked and died below them.

Dusty picked up his weapons, loaded, and cleared thier jams.

He rubbed his neck.

"c..come on, we need to move to the cover they were at. We can handle the creator better there"

Tom and Amy nodded, and Sprinted with him to the rocks. The suppressive fire was keeping them down. Dusty pulled out 2 frags and stepped out of cover and lobbed them in the creator.

several seconds later the explosions resounded.

Dusty stepped out of cover and stalked forward to the creator. The gunfire had stopped. Tom and Amy were behind him. He looked in, and saw dismembered parts.

Dusty slid down the side and put a round in anything’s head that was still attached to any body, then he climbed out.

"Form up, we move again in 10 minutes"

[maxii1]

\Name: Harry
\Number: 152
\Unit: Gamma Team
\Callsign: Gamma Two

Harry had sworn as Joe had been summoned to the Bridge. Hell, the assault had begun. Some foolish gung-ho marines had started the fight early.
So much for the planning and the co-ordinated, coherent attack that had meant to be led by Gamma Team, instead a massacre was occurring down on the ground.

“Get me down on the ground now!” he shouted at the Pilot.
He didn’t bother with sitting, he checked his gear and armour. He was good to go.

At least one Spartan would be fighting today.

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OOC: Damn you guys are fast, better get back into the swing of this.

The Spartan exited the pelican and checked around him, surronded by bodies and equipment, nearby units recovering from their encounters, a few officers discussing tactics.

Harry, started moving towards the sound of battle, saluting the officers with a causal gesture, not bothering to listen to their ideas.
He had one thing on his agenda, to get into the fight, try and make up for Gamma Teams late arrival on the planet.

“Damn!” he exclaimed. His armour was heavy with all this extra gravity; he was sweating as if he’d just run a marathon.

That gave him an idea. To run.

As he neared the front he brought his Assault Rifle up, ready for usage, all 64 bullets eager to leave the magazine.
“Anyone taking point here?” he grinned. Adding “Guess that’ll be me”

OOC: THE LEAN, MEAN COVENANT KILLING MACHINE HAS ARRIVED!

[dusty]

8 walked up to the Spartan, obviously not impressed.
"Squad foxtrot. We we're on point, but if you want to do it you can. Im Staff Sergeant Williams by the way. We're gonna be moving out in 2 or 3 minutes, once we some of these bitchs catch thier breath"

Dusty loooked at the spartan. That man was larger then Dusty heightwise, and dusty had to look up to see his face.

He didn't like it.

After the minutes were up they gathered thier gear and set out

"Allright spartan, go ahead and take point"

The platoon moved out, and Tom spoke to the Spartan first

"Whats your name?"

"where are you from?"

"how much shit have you killed?"

"If i want to be a spartan what would i have to do?"

"Do you think you could pick Dusty up? hes a big dude, but your bigger"

[maxii1]

Harry nodded to Staff Sergeant Williams and greeted him with wide grin, forgetting the visor was hiding his face. With a friendly tone he introduced himself as “Harry, pleased to meet you all”

“Where are you from?” came a question from one of the men behind him.

The metallic coated man halted. “I’m from the UNSC, originally London, might have lost the back story, but not the accent” he added with a cheeky grin.

The other questions where answered flippantly “That’s classified” a simple un emotional response. Why would anyone want to be a Spartan? Chosen for warfare, no family, no real home to go to, hell it wasn’t like he had even had a say, he was just taken.
The last question caused him to grin “Dusty and I will have to settle that at some point” he paused to tap the named soldier on the back.

He scanned the area, seeing a further patrol ahead. Five Grunts, Two Elites, Three Jackals.
“Williams, you and your men stay here on the high ground, I’m going to flank the enemy, I want sustained accurate fire on those targets” Harry spoke.
“Gamma Two here, requesting Gamma One and Three form up and join the party bloody quickly” he radioed in his headset.

“There’s three of you?” gulped one of the Troopers.
Spartan 152 nodded.

“Hey Dusty, want the chance to act like a Spartan?” Harry asked welcomingly.

[dusty]

Dusty shrugged and tom slapped him on the back.

"Dusty does that every day!"

Dusty looked at Tom, and then shrugged again and walked over to Harry.
Again Tom spoke.
"Don't worry Dusty don't talk much"

Dusty looked at Tom again

"Be a shame if you died. I'd damn near be a mute then."

Tom laughed before 8 cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up, and do what the spartan says. Dusty go with him, if the man says he needs help, then your going with him. Harry tell him what to do, and give us the signal when to start firing"

[dusty]

Lol as a side note, i am glad to be the one with the most posts in this thread XD

[nex]

Maybe thats why it failed