Pain Ball

[TinCanHitman]

UNSC Military base Argus

Roy-001

Roy was flying in a pelican, just barely above the tree line. The rumble shaking him, but not even flinching. He was wearing a tank top and fatigues, being the most comfortable for his massive...arms, as well as a grey balaclava and cap. With him he had his M90, MA5C, M6J, and finally his satchel. It had enough rounds for the entire team, and it carried all of Roy's grenades. He wouldn't need his welding tools, but he kept some of his others. The final item he had was the large, thick, cleaver, poorly copied out of rubber, based off of the one he used. It was poorly made, with only roughly the shape and size of his own. It also felt to light, which meant he'd have to adjust for that...either way, he was not happy. 

But he wasn't about to let one weapon malfunction stop him from enjoying this. He never got a chance to cut loose. This mission didn't matter, winning didn't matter. Roy wasn't like the other SPARTANs he didn't see every thing as a challenge. He could actually relax because the faith of humanity wasn't resting on his shoulders. He knew he was going to be pitted against a group of marines, he didn't know much else. He didn't know their numbers, he didn't know their armament. He only knew that they were going up against humans...easy...

They were designated Blue team for this mission, but Silas had offered up the idea of code names, since this was a 'for fun' mission. Roy hadn't been able to decide on one, but he had been toying with it. He had decided on Ox. "Ox..." he said, barely whispered over their COMs, but loud enough that the rest of Blue team could hear. He didn't need a response, he just nodded to himself and pulled back the charging handle of his rifle and stood, gripping the handle on the ceiling. He had to stand at a crouch, since he was so big, but he came and sat at the edge of the blood tray, getting a good view of the forest.

"SPARTANs, touch down in three. Marine team will hit in ten." The female pilot announced over their COM. Ten minutes wasn't much, but they did know that the marines were a ways out from the town. All they had to do was stop the enemy from taking their flag, simple as that. "Reminder, SPARTANs, marines with YELLOW hazard stickers, do not engage in hand to hand, repeat, safety kill only." 

UNSC Military base Argus

ONI Agent 'Torn' Ryker

Ryker sat with a very disgusted look on his face as he looked over the marines. Though any one viewing him would assume he had just watched a cat eat it's own after birth, he was in fact quite excited. These soldiers were going to be part of the test group, a way for the SPARTAN gold team to 'practice' against human targets. It was really a way for GOLD team to blow off steam. They had been on the front non stop, and some unimportant fighting would be perfect. Or so ONI thought. Ryker was pacing up and down the ranks of the randomly selected marines, and ODST, of varying ranks, inspecting them with his singular blue eye. His face was a constant frown as he would occasionally get close to one of them and jerk on their vest. 

"Better have your vests and gear secured, marines!" he shouted over the roar of the pelican. He took a bag from his waist and held it up. "You will be engaging an unknown enemy, their numbers, unknown, their weapons, unknown, and their prowess, unknown. That being said, if you so choose to avoid uneeded injury, you may opt to attach one of these yellow 'Safety Kill' stickers and not be engaged in hand to hand combat. If you wear one, you will not be engaged physically, but these paint rounds are not candy kisses. They are hard cased plastic with paint and stun jell. It will hurt, you will not want it, so do not treat this like a walk in the park." He handed Jackson the bag "Pass 'em down, marine." he said, gruffly, before walking to the back of the pelican.

"Your objective is to capture the enemies flag. They are dressed in non-military garb, and are going to be guarding it with their life. This scenario is to prepare you for possible insurrectionist resurgence. This IS training. You will be dropped off a mile from the mock town. You will move in your already designated group. You will be forced to follow the command of your team's leader and not deviate from it. Good luck soldiers!" He gave them a salute then sat back down. They didn't know they were up against SPARTANs...the bastards didn't stand a chance.

(Let the Pain COMMENCE! The two marine teams will be

Alpha Team: Killinger, Dave, BZRK, Sam, and Alpha. With Kill as team lead.
Bravo Team: Frazer, Llau, Fac, Draken, and Doc. With Frazer as team lead.

Remember, your marines don't know that they are up against SPARTANs, and to be fair, try not to Spider sense any traps that GOLD has laid. It doesn't mean you have to put your eye in their gun barrel, just don't be unfair. Also announce if you have a sticker, or else you will get snapped in half. And HAVE FUN)

[MrKill]

First Lieutenant Kyle Killinger
UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'
Reach

"Huh," Kyle muttered under his breath as the Spook finished. He never liked those an ONI, their cloak and dagger ways. At least that is what they were popular for, from the stories Kyle had heard. His father never really commented on them much, but maybe at his rank they didn't interfere to frequently. From what Kyle knew, ONI did their business and let others do theirs. Probably should wear one of those. "Thanks" Kyle said as Jackson passed. He slapped the sticker onto his combat gear. Kyle was outfitted with a MA5C equipped with the sixty round magazine found in the MA5B series of rifles, a M6G and a rubber combat knife... even though he wouldn't need it. He also had two paint grenades, mocking what the frag grenade did when it exploded. Combined with two smoke grenades and a flashbang, Kyle thought he was overly equipped for a standard training exercise against other Marines.

It had to be Marines... maybe Army? The Spook said it was an unknown enemy, so maybe it was a bunch of ONI agents like himself. It mattered little, Kyle had to prep his team for deployment. The Pelican was speeding towards somewhere, and the Spook had given the objectives of this mission. Kyle personally thought that, with a mixed team of Marines, ODSTs and two Corpsman it was going to be an easy victory. Standard Marines, some of them special operation capable like Kyle, and others who were special forces should be enough to get the job done.

Kyle quickly looked over his team.

Staff Sergeant Kai, Corporal Kabruski, Hispitalman Second Class Phillips, Private Murray and himself. Alright. Kai and Kabruski were ODSTs, Murray and Kyle were typical Marines and Phillips was their corpsman. Of course, in this exercise, one paint bullet to anywhere on the body and you were dead so Phillips was just along for the ride. Kyle chucked to himself quietly, corpsman. He always felt they were missing the silent 'e' in the spelling, at least on the front lines. He did, however, respect them. Corpsman had saved many lives, and Kyle wasn't sure where his own father would be without them.

"Okay, Alpha Team. Check your gear, get that sticker on if you so choose and get ready for a combat deployment." Kyle said, sliding one of the four sixty round magazines he was carrying into the MA5C's mag-well. He safed the rifle and pulled the charging handle back, watching as the bronze and nickle round slid into place. His weapon was ready to fire. He repeated the process with his M6G. Satisfied with the overall readiness of his own awareness, he scanned his team looking for anyone who needed help.

[RiddL]

Staff Sergeant Kai (Wolf) Blacklock

Battle plan.

Kai looked at the Lieutenant, "Whats the battle strategy Sir, Personally I would prefer to do what I normally do and cam up and find an OP to shoot from, I don't do so well up close and personal." He said slapping a yellow sticker on his chest. He knew he was pathetic when it came to hand to hand and he didn't mind admitting it.

Kai took a breath and put the paint rounds into his rifle, slid the cocking mechanism back and watched a bullet slide into the chamber. He did the same with his magnum.

[SuperCommando]

CPO SPARTAN-009, codename “Deadeye”
UNSC Military Training Facility ‘Argus’
Inbound to designated AO

“SPARTANs, touch down in three. Marine team will hit in ten.”

Upon hearing the pilot’s announcement over the rush of wind from the nearby open rear hatch, Silas finally stirred. His right eye snapped open into a narrowed, focused glare, his head slowly lifted. The MA5B assault rifle cradled in his arms lifted ever so slightly as its wielder prepared to explode into action.

Today, Gold’s mission was to play the role of OpFor in a simulated battle. In other words, they got to be the “bad guys”, the guerilla fighters tasked with stopping a larger Marine group by any means necessary. The exercise was intended to be more casual than anything else, but yet the veteran super soldier still found himself bristling with the same grim determination he felt in do-or-die engagements with the Covenant. He made a point to try his very hardest to excel at everything he did, and this was no different. He planned on going all out. He craved victory not for himself though, but for the sake of his teammates. He would be ashamed to dishonor SPARTAN Gold Team’s reputation for succeeding against overwhelming odds by losing in a glorified paintball game.

Of course, he had to remind himself that, quite technically, they were actually playing as “Blue team” right now, and that at least visually they hardly resembled SPARTANs.

In a twist of irony, right after the mission on Hope where Gold Team had to forego their MJOLNIR power armor, here they were again in an unarmored scenario. Silas had on a plain black t-shirt and cargo pants along with a shoulder harness and utility belt to carry ammo and supply pouches. He also had on elbow and knee pads to make himself feel like he had at least a little armor. His team was all in non-standard garb as well.

From his seat next to Roy, Silas surveyed the others with silent intensity and nodded his head. He was ready once again to go to war, and he wouldn’t rather have anyone else at his side.

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent LT Mike Moretti

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'

Reach

What possessed him to volunteer for this training exercise against an unknown enemy, who he was suspecting were Spartans, might be anyone's guess, but he imagined his friend and fellow agent, Chris Hyde would think he has lost his marbles. Then again, Moretti was also thinking Hyde was the one who lost his mind, seeing his friend had less combat experience. At least he wants to improve on his skills. He sat there quietly in amongst the marines and the ODSTs who were there for the training, and listened to Agent Ryker as he told them about the training mission and their objectives. He gave the old man a look when the other ONI agent passed him by, and then looked down at the yellow stickers for a moment. He pondered about sticking one on him to avoid injuries, but opt out and passed the stickers over to Hyde who was sitting next to him.

He leaned over to quietly talk to his friend when he handed the stickers to him. "Here you go, buddy," he whispered, "You'll need it more than I do." Yep, this was his way of coping for the inevitable of serious injuries by being a dick to his friend, who would probably never forgive him for being a little shit to him after this. 

Smirking a little, he checked his own gear and his paint ball gun he was going to be using...probably. He doubt he would be able to hit any of the Spartans, but he always enjoyed a challenge - even if it meant some kind of injury. Yeah, this is going to be fun.

No, no it won't. He slowly shook his head while his mind went through different scenarios of pretty much being destroyed by the Spartan team. He's seen them in action before, but he respects the super soldiers even though he has never talked to them before. Oh yes, he already made up his mind that they were all going up against Spartans, and that didn't really sit well with him - training or not. Breathing in a deep breath, he soon began to focus on the task again, and hoped to God his insurance would cover the cost of his injuries...if any. He also glanced around and ended up having a short, silent prayer as well as he waited to get to their destination.  

[Faclan]

ONI Agent Hyde
'Argus' Facility, Reach.
Preppin' and ponderin'.


No matter what happens today, Chris kept telling himself, it will be an experience and its not like he will be killed or anything. Taking a breath he looked down at his ODST Recon armor and did a quick check to make sure everything was alright. He had been in trainings before, combat even as well when his station was attacked by a Covenant scouting party, but for some reason this operation made him worried. Why were there Marines, ODSTs, and ONI on one team? Was this Red Team supposed to be a test to see how well the different divisions worked together? It was all a bit odd as Mike say something beside him and handed him a box of the yellow safety sticker things.

Taking the box he looked at them as he held them, his mind wandering again as he gripped his helmet with his feet. Why would these be here? Other ODSTs or ONI on the other team maybe? But since when were these a thing for that? All the training he had done at ONI didn't have these then as the injuries would prepare your mind for when it happened for real so you could focus...So why were they here? The ODST's were on his team at least and he doubted they would worry about it. Was the enemy something other than their own? Maybe some of his more violent ONI colleges would be eager to beat up on their fellows but it still didn't make much sense. Unfortunately when he was busy staring at the box it was taken off him by the Marines so he didn't have on either as he finally blinked and looked up at Mike.

"Errr..right, guess we better get ready for whatever is the opposition then." He quickly said as he looked over his SMG and pistol, trying to force his mind to the task at hand rather than all the worry...this is why he preferred message decoding.

(I don't think Hyde is going to have a good day P:)

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Dani-047
Gold Two
"Smoky"
In-bound to Drop Off

Dani looked around the dim trooper bay of the pelican, her mind glued to the previous battle on Hope. It was thrilling, being out of her armor gain in live combat, memories from her past operations tugging around in her mind. Today would be close to the same, Gold Team had been assigned to be the OpFor, in a stun round exercise with a group of marines. It was odd to her, like a reverse out of the frying pan and into the fire. She had gone without armor during live combat, so an unarmored training exercise would be a breeze. The only thing that got her mind wandering once more was the fact that they would be fighting human combatants.

She turned her head toward Roy as he spoke, simply out of reflex. He had chosen an interesting call-sign, Dani supposed it was some sort of animal, perhaps an old one mentioned during historic strategic training. Her call-sign was something a little less hard to grasp. "Smoky." Dani stated, pitching her voice high enough to get pass the humming of a landing Pelican.  

Gold Team had not been briefed on what they were here for, besides the combat exercise, marine, and stun round details. She did know for certain that she would not be sitting idly by as the marines moved through the forest. Perhaps this would help the marine's improve their skills, but Dani guessed this was also a refresher course on fighting humans. It had been many long years since her last deployment against insurrectionist forces. As the Covenant conflict expanded, the demand on Spartan forces was cut off from Innie ops entirely. 

The hiss of the bay door opening as the Pelican finally touched down made her ears ring. Outside light poured in, and finally, the Spartans were able to see the world outside. They would be refreshing on fighting humans, after all, they would be most likely fighting them again. 

[David]

Corporal David Kabruski

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus' 

Reach 

"Okay, Alpha Team. Check your gear, get that sticker on if you so choose and get ready for a combat deployment." said the El-Tee.


Merely nodding, David grabbed his sticker, and slapped it on his chest, This way he didn't get murdered with paint rounds. Not that they were going to, It just made him feel better about the situation. He had a feeling that this was going to be an interesting situation. 

He then grabbed his modified MA5B rifle, and slid home a clip of paint pellets and racked the charging lever. It made a satisfying click as the round slid home, primed and ready to fire. He thumbed the safety and moved to his M6D. Again, modified, It had a scope, which David felt in this situation, would make sense. He slapped the clip into the reciever and racked the slide, also making a satisfying click. He then holistered his weapon, slung his Rifle and made sure everything was in place and ready at a moments notice. 

He opted for a less heavy loadout, Seeing as he preferred to be mobile and alert and ready to haul at a moments notice, He wore cargo pants, Military sanctioned of course, with a Camo Pattern designed for the outdoors, He also wore a form fitting long sleeve black shirt which accented his musclature nicely, But he wasn't there to impress women. He was there to win wars. Over the shirt, He wore a standard issue military vest, that had the safety sticker on. 

Then, Looking to the El-Tee, he merely nodded his readiness. 

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Sergeant Fields 
UNSC Military Training Facility Argus
Reach

His head lowered as he fumbled with something in his hands. His back bent and his rifle leaning against the empty seat behind him, the oni spook called out to the marines. "Better have your vests and gear secured, marines!" The marine sat there and listened as he continued their briefing

"You will be engaging an unknown enemy, their numbers, unknown, their weapons, unknown, and their prowess, unknown. That being said, if you so choose to avoid uneeded injury, you may opt to attach one of these yellow 'Safety Kill' stickers and not be engaged in hand to hand combat. If you wear one, you will not be engaged physically, but these paint rounds are not candy kisses. They are hard cased plastic with paint and stun jell. It will hurt, you will not want it, so do not treat this like a walk in the park."
 

Drake looked up as the bag was passed down, he grabbed himself a sticker. He slapped it onto his shoulder above his UNSCMC patch, patting it to make sure it stayed, he tossed the rest of them down to the next marine. Diverting his attention back to his hands. He opened one up revealing the dog tags, with the other he slid them into a pocket on his combat vest.

He reached for his Rifle, an MA5c, and pulled it across his lap. He pulled a mag out from his combat vest and slammed it into the rifle, pulling the charging lever, satisfied by the sound of a round sliding into the chamber. Setting his rifle aside he pulled out his M6K and slammed a mag into the handle, pulling back the slide to chamber a round. He slid the weapon into his holster, and pulled the sling of his head, and held the rifle with one hand. He reached up and pat the bulk head to get the attention of his squad leader. He looked down the line at him and gave him a nod, letting him know that he was ready to deploy.

[Samuel Murray]

Private Samuel Murray
UNSC Military Training Facility ‘Argus’
Inbound to the Landing Zone

    Samuel glanced towards the other Marines and ODST aboard the pelican with him. Glancing down he clipped his helmet and fastened it on top of his backpack-sitting beside his feet. He ran his hand through his shaved head and slid his boonie and orange tinted combat shades on. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes for a few seconds-listening to the CO's give out the orders and parameters for this war-game. He was proud to have been chosen to be a participant for this game and to be beside some battle tested veterans. But, as he glanced towards the amount of gear being brought he could only wonder if this was just your everyday mission-but, he didn't feel like questioning anything.

    He checked the magazines on his rifle and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced towards his squad leader, Lt. Killinger, giving him a sharp and determined nod. He lastly fastened his gloves to his hands and sat back-prepared for the landing. He sighed quickly as he had almost forgot to place his flags on his armor. Pulling the yellow flags out of his pack he quickly fastened them to his vest.

[Frazer]

Captain John Stonebridge

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus' 

Reach 

John listened to the briefing, he liked the chance of being able to have a bit of war fun. Even though he didnt like people who joked about war he enjoyed the down time that is Pain Ball. John had never done Pain Ball before but he knew he could trust himself and his team to get the job done. 

"Better have your vests and gear secured, marines! You will be engaging an unknown enemy, their numbers, unknown, their weapons, unknown, and their prowess, unknown. That being said, if you so choose to avoid uneeded injury, you may opt to attach one of these yellow 'Safety Kill' stickers and not be engaged in hand to hand combat. If you wear one, you will not be engaged physically, but these paint rounds are not candy kisses. They are hard cased plastic with paint and stun jell. It will hurt, you will not want it, so do not treat this like a walk in the park." He paused and John saw the bag being passed down the line. John looked back up and listened.

"Your objective is to capture the enemies flag. They are dressed in non-military garb, and are going to be guarding it with their life. This scenario is to prepare you for possible insurrectionist resurgence. This IS training. You will be dropped off a mile from the mock town. You will move in your already designated group. You will be forced to follow the command of your team's leader and not deviate from it. Good luck soldiers!" He gave them a salute then sat back down. John saluted as he left. It was wise to salute. John put on the sticker right below the ODST symbol on his chest. 

"Brave Team form up on me." John said with a stern voice. He noticed that there was two squad members he didnt recognize in his squad. Weird he thought. "This is it folks. First rule dont get shot, second rule dont be a hero and finally third rule stick with the team. No lone wolf crap." John knew the only way the team would succeed is if they work together. "Right we move out very soon. If you haven't already get a sticker on, check your weapons and be ready to be move." John turned to his trusty Submachine Gun, picked it up and loaded the mag. John was ready and he hoped his team would be to. He turned to face his team again waiting for the go ahead. 

[AlphaWolf]

Hospital Corpsman Second Class Mark Phillips
Training Center

Mark listened to the spook and nodded. Checking over his gear, he nodded satisfactorily before accepting the bag of hazard stickers. Looking at the rest of his team, he noticed that everyone else had them on. Grinning, he passed the bag on, not taking a sticker.

[Doc the Mother of Dragons]

HN Samantha Jackson

UNSC Military Base Argus

"Better have your vests and gear secured, marines!"

Sam watched in silence as Ryker made his way down the row of men, he looked pissed as hell and didn't seem to want to be there but she assumed that was how the old spook always looked. He finished talking and handed Jackson a bag full of safety stickers, "Pass 'em down, marine."  nodding she took the bag with her good hand and pulled out a sticker before passing the bag off the the others. She secured the yellow sticker to her breast plate before saluting Ryker and sat down only to stand again as her team leader Captain Stonebridge called Bravo Team together. She had worked with ODST'S before but never in a training exercise so she was looking forward working with him. 

"This is it folks. First rule don't get shot, second rule dont be a hero and finally third rule stick with the team. No lone wolf crap." Sam just nodded, the stun rounds they carried hurt far worse than a normal paintball gun, though not as bad as a regular bullet. When she packed her kit she packed for traveling light, no need to bring supplies for injuries you wouldn't see, right? The worse thing she's see would probably be some stun gel and maybe a broken nose from someone getting hit. "Right we move out very soon. If you haven't already get a sticker on, check your weapons and be ready to be move."  Sam placed a hand on the assault rifle hanging at her side, "Ready when you are Captain" she replied, shifting on her feet, she was excited and ready to go.    

[SuperCommando]

CPO SPARTAN-009, codename “Deadeye”
UNSC Military Training Facility ‘Argus’
Mock Town

As the Pelican dropship eased to a mid-air halt, Silas’s body tensed.

This was it. They had a very limited timeframe to establish defensive measures before the Red team showed up, so the SPARTANs needed to carefully pick and choose what needed doing and then make every second count. They knew they had a ten minute head start, and that the Marines would have to travel to the mock town on foot, giving them a few extra minutes on top of that. It was hard to estimate how much time that was without knowing the enemy’s exact starting position, so it had to be assumed they had around fifteen minutes before contact, twenty at absolute maximum. It was vital to be prepared before then. With only the four of them against at least twice that number, the Blue team couldn’t afford to be caught with their pants down.

The whole aircraft rumbled as it hovered down to ground level, the downward thrust from its rumbling engines causing the grass and nearby trees to ripple with the force of its turbulent gust. As it descended, Silas prepared for departure by pulling out several large duffle bags out from under the seats. There was one bag for each person on the team, filled with supplies for them to utilize as they set up defenses. After he passed out duffles to Dani, Roy, and Courtney, he slung the last one over his own shoulder just as the Pelican touched down at the outskirts of the mock town.

Silas hopped off the ramp onto the solid ground in a clatter of gear. “Commencing Operation PAIN BALL, phase one go! Deadeye on point.”

With that, the Spartan team leader charged forward. Knowing that no enemies were here yet, he threw all caution to the wind and sprinted with reckless abandon at the nearest structure.

“Start tearing this stuff down,” he called as he went, pointing at the assortment of plywood houses. “We’ll use the materiel for barricades and cover.”

Without barely slowing down, he tackled his way through the nearest door, smashing the doorknob completely off in the process as he rammed his shoulder through. He then turned and grabbed hold of the wooden door with a powerful grip. After a few hard tugs, he succeeded in ripping the door off its frame, which he then took with him as he continued into the building.

Silas went straight until he got to the nearest wall, at which point he dropped the door, squared up to the wall, and drove a hard kick straight through it in a shower of splinters. After removing his foot from the wall, he proceeded to carve a vertical line in the wall with repeated hand and elbow strikes. After a few good smashes, he was then able to grab hold of a large portion of the wall and pull it down in one huge section, grateful to be wearing gloves. He then pushed down a section of the outer wall on the other side, and then knock out some of the studs with his shoulder. After repeating this process in multiple places, he gathered all his plunder into a pile and proceeded to drag the entire thing through the dirt into the center of the small mock town.

On his way, the busy Spartan took the initiative to swivel his head all around, taking in the surroundings. He tried to commit as much of the layout to memory as possible while still focusing on the task at hand. When he got to the middle of town, he dropped his pile as well as his duffle bag on the ground beside the flagpole he found there.

He looked up. There, dangling at the top of the pole, was a simple rectangle of blue cloth with the UNSC emblem on it. Their flag.

“Okay,” Silas said into his headset as he beheld their objective fluttering above him in the light breeze. “Time to start phase two.”

[TinCanHitman]

UNSC Military base Argus 

Roy-001

Roy hefted the duffle bag with ease, throwing it across his broad frame and moving in behind Silas. They already had the plan laid out, and Roy knew his job. Before they full touched down he took the dufflebag from 021 and easily flung it over his shoulder. They needed her running full speed for the start, so he didn't want he slowed down by the gear. He gave her a thumbs up and then launched himself out of the pelican, hearing Silas announcing that they were beginning. Roy moved quickly, heading towards the building next to Silas', stepping up and gripping the door. He gave a small grunt and tore, earning a thunderous snap as he ripped the door clean off it's hinges. He went inside and smashed his foot through the wall, slamming it to the right and bringing it down, tearing the wall into a usable piece of cover. He went through the house, tearing doors off of hinges and carving large chunks of wall out with brute strength. It didn't really occur to Roy that normal soldiers couldn't do this, he just simply was used to having such options.

Roy hefted his two massive arm loads of plywood and made his way out to the poll, dropping them and the two duffle bags he was carrying. He nodded at Silas and rotated his shoulders, trying to prepare himself for the coming fight with what little time he had. After every one else grouped up he opened his satchel and took out the odd gun looking thing. He began to build the fortifications, using the portable nail gun to piece the wood together and secure a sort of perimeter. He worked quickly, piecing together what he could. If people asked him were to put pieces he'd simply point, and he directed Silas as where to layer the wood, not needing it to be thick since they were against paint rounds. Roy had a mind for this sort of thing, it was building, some thing he was good at.

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent LT Mike Moretti

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'

Reach
Conspiracy Theorist? No, Just A Thinker

"Errr..right, guess we better get ready for whatever is the opposition then." Moretti nodded, glancing back at his friend before looking over to Captain John Stonebridge as the marine spoke to them.

"This is it folks. First rule don't get shot, second rule don't be a hero and finally third rule stick with the team. No lone wolf crap." The ONI agent nodded in silence, frowning a little at the mention of 'no lone wolf crap' and thinking that's what he enjoyed doing the most, and not being in a group. Taking a deep breath as he wondered if he was right about their opposition being Spartans because he never remembered being giving stickers, and being recommended to use them during a practice fight. It wasn't like the UNSC or ONI to go soft during training, let alone against other marines, so he had to be right.

'Maybe once we're on the ground, I'll talk to Chris about what I'm thinking...' He thought.

"Right we move out very soon. If you haven't already get a sticker on, check your weapons and be ready to be move."

Moretti saluted the Captain, and then glanced back at Chris.

"They really want us to use those stickers, don't they?" He whispered quickly. "Rather odd, eh? Being asked to use the stickers if we want to train safely...I mean...injuries can happen if one isn't careful doing these types of outdoor training, but..." He raised an eyebrow. "It's really weird." He shrugged, checking his weapons and gear one more time while he waited for the Pelican to finally drop them off at their LZ.

[Faclan]

ONI Agent Hyde
'Argus' Facility, Reach.
Ready?

Looking over as suggestions and rules were shouted out Chris just nodded as he holster his pain pistol and let the SMG hang off his side a bit as he reached down to pick up his helmet. Nothing for it now as he did a quick look over to make sure there weren't any obvious holes or scratches in the Recon helmet before turning it around the correct way and turning to Mike. He just nodded at his concerns and slipped his helmet on, waiting a second as it initialized as he turned the thing oval to Mike as he shrugged his lightly armored shoulders and replied through the helmet speakers, though he tried to keep it quiet.

"Yeah, or health and safety is kicking up a notch. That used to be a thing back in England you know, couldn't play tag at school or anything like that because it was 'too dangerous'." While it would have sounded like pointless talk to the other members of this team Mike would have known that Chris was nervous if he was making talk like that - he specialized in language and so often didn't talk unless it was important or there was a meaning too it as he tapped the side of his helmet where his ear would be. Letting Mike know he wanted to talk in a more private channel.

Once Mikes helmet was on Chris bobbed his own head a little and drummed his fingers on his SMG as the pelican started to lower. "Its clearly something more than just other Marines if there's these stickers here and they keep reminding us that they are there...I would guess the other team either has vehicles, they are using more dangerous weapons that just paint, or are something way worse than marines...like Sangheili or something equally bad." Chris didn't seem to think it was the Spartans he was good friends with, not that they would like know it was him under the ODST recon armor as he tried to just remain calm as he looked at the exit of the pelican and held his suppressed SMG a bit tighter.

[MrKill]

First Lieutenant Kyle Killinger
UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'
Reach

"Alright, Marines! Drop in two!" Kyle shouted to his team, looking towards the Captain in affirmation. The pelicans ramp opened as the ground came closer, the practice was about to start. Who ever they were facing, Kyle would bet that in the mile they had to track they'd be ready. Of course, the ONI Agent never said when they were deploying. Kyle thought for a moment. Perhaps the Marines had the element of surprise, but the ONI Agent also mentioned this was to prepare them for a potential insurrectionist uprising.

The pelican slowed, fired the vertical thrusters and begun to descend towards the ground below. Kyle tossed a piece of gum into his mouth and chewed it vigorously in anticipation. Quite honestly, he had butterflies in his stomach as was struggling to contain it. Finally, the pelican touched down and the landing gear recoiled as it absorbed the weight of the dropship. "Okay, Marines! Hit it, go, go, go!" Kyle yelled, rushing out and the pelican and ducking down to cross to the left of the landing skid. He raised his rifle and scanned the area for movement, prepared for anything. Quite honestly he expected to get painted in bullets.

"Alpha team, peal left! Ten meter combat spread, move it up and secure the landing zone!" Kyle barked, looking over his shoulder as the Marines and ONI Agents begun to disembark.

[RiddL]

Staff Sergeant Kai (Wolf) Blacklock

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'
Reach

Securing point

Kai landed on the ground, rifle in hands. He moved ten meters to the left of the lieutenant and kept his eyes open for any movement, rifle to his shoulder. He almost felt the tension in the air as everyone fanned out and looked for enemy movement. He looked around and saw a small cliff with plenty of cave systems for sniping and cover.


He turned to the lieutenant, "Sir to the left there I can establish an OP and let you know if there is any movement, I can also provide cover fire and suppress enemy positions. On the downside I may lose you of you go into any buildings or thick forested areas. Besides that the decision is yours." He said dropping the darkness of his visor down.

[Frazer]

Captain John Stonebridge 

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'  

Reach  

The pelican neared the ground. John looked to his fellow squad members, yes he didnt really recognise or know more than half of his squad but he was confident that he could do it and so could his squad. The other squads leader shouted down the pelican. "Alright, Marines! Drop in two!" He then looked towards the Captain in affirmation. John nodded back.

As the pelicans bay doors opened the two squads ran out. "Lets go, move it up." John shouted as he stood up and moved forward. Alpha squad started to peel left after the order was given by Lt Killinger. John knew the drill. "Bravo Squad peel right. Set up around the pelican to keep it secure as it unloads." John knelt down and checked his arcs whilst the pelican unloaded. This was it.

[Samuel Murray]

Private Samuel Murray 
UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'
The Landing

    Samuel gave a quick nod towards the Lieutenant as he readied his rifle. As the ramp on the bloodtray began to slowly descend onto the ground Samuel couldn't help but check his ammo one last time before parting; satisfied he quickly slung his backpack onto his shoulders and darted out into the opening. Gazing towards his left and right, Samuel was quickly overrun with a sudden feel of emotions. Remembering his training he panned towards the left and took a knee beside the side of the pelican-his rifle ready.


     Peering out into the distance Samuel fanned his rifle scanning for enemy movement, but the turbulence pushing the trees and tall grass back and forth violently made it hard to do so. "This side is clear," Samuel called out, but that didn't make him drop his focus. He wanted to prove himself to his Lieutenant, but also everyone else here that he wasn't just another private within the Corps.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Dani-047
Gold Two
"Smokey"
Operation Pain Ball

(Apologies for the few days I've been gone, spent the last few days working a schedule around for my new Nursing Assistant job.)

A rushed sigh left Dani as she left the dim saftey of the Pelican bay. With Silas on point and Roy quickly behind that, Dani trodded out into the open area they would call their base. A couple of plywood houses seemed to be the destination of Gold One and Three, it would be easy enough for the four of them to tear down walls and make defensive positions, though Dani would survey the area before making fortifications. 

A blue flag snapped in the breeze, hanging from a pole. That would be the enemy teams objective, looking around the area, and then back to herself, Dani registered the fact that this training excessive would not be as easy as it had been before they had all grown. Roy and Silas were large, they would need cover to keep a bullet from slapping into them. It was easy enough to ignore the pinging of slugs on an armored suit, but out in the open, even they would need to be careful, much like Hope. 

Silas needed barricades up, and Dani complied to his order with a simple nod, before jogging over toward the plywood structures themselves. They weren't much, and it did not take Dani long to find a couple of non-load bearing supports to the wall of a room in one of the plywood structures. As they were fastened to the wall, the Spartan steadied her hand, and sent a series of steady punches through the plywood, giving her grasping access to the supports themselves. With a heave, she tore at them one by one, using her weight to slowly wrench them from their positions, before either pulling them out completely or snapping them at the lowest points possible. 

Plunder in hand, Dani jogged toward Roy and Silas, dropping the supports to the ground with an unceremonious, 'whump'. Roy worked, and Dani patiently waited for him to finish his project. 

[David]

Corporal David Kabruski 

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'  

Reach  

As the pelican touched down, David double timed it off the pelican and took up a defensive stance. Sweeping his rifle, He trained from Left to right, emulating another marine who had the right idea. David then took in the landscape. Trees, some protruding rocks and lots of long grass. Plenty of oppourtunity for ambushes. It made David uneasy. Depending on the intelligence and cunning of this other team, David could find himself in a lot of trouble, real quick.

Looking back at the LT, David awaited further orders. Normally He'd move out, start setting up a perimeter but the El-Tee looked like he was one of those rare "Hands on" El-Tees that like to include themselves in the action. So, David waited.

[Llau]

ONI Field Agent LT Mike Moretti

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'

Reach

Securing the LZ

He placed his helmet on, and quietly listened to what Hyde had to say with his own theory on this training mission they were on.

"Its clearly something more than just other Marines if there's these stickers here and they keep reminding us that they are there...I would guess the other team either has vehicles, they are using more dangerous weapons that just paint, or are something way worse than marines...like Sangheili or something equally bad."

 Once he was finished, the Italian glanced at him, and tapped at the side of his helmet twice, and then waved his hand in a circular motion a little to tell him that he was thinking about what he told him, but wasn't going to respond right away.

"Bravo Squad peel right. Set up around the pelican to keep it secure as it unloads."

Moretti jumped out of the Pelican when it finally landed, and cautiously moved around the LZ, while scanning his eyes while aiming his gun and gazing down the sights where ever he looked. While he waited for further orders from Captain Stonebridge, he took in his surroundings of the clearing and the treeline surround the clearing; noting every detail and every little hiding place they could use against their opponents. Out of every kind of battlefield, the outdoors made him feel better, unlike being in a building, but the outdoors had just as much disadvantages and dangers to him and his team as fighting indoors somewhere. He slowed to a stop, glad that the grass was tall enough to hide in if one were to crouch down in. Kneeling down, he kept at an angle where he could still see the Pelican and the others, and could easily do a scan around the area every now and again as he waited. 

He sighed, finally responding to Hyde via their private channel after sending him a message on the TAC-PAD to make sure he was on the other channel and not the one the other marines were using. 

<< "So, Sangheili, huh?" >> He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. << "Is that your theory, Chris? Because...damn, buddy. I highly doubt they would allow any captured Covie prisoner wander around here to train with us. They'd sooner kill us than be buddy-buddy with humans in some nice, friendly training match where no one isn't supposed to get killed. Oh, Mister Sangjelly...here's some training weapons, and remember, do not kill our buddies out there, mkay? We need them...to be killed later by your crazy ass, fanatical brethren, or murder your crazy ass, fanatical brethren - whatever happens first, you know. Haha..." >> After a long pause, he added, << "It's fucking Spartans. It has to be." >>

 Yup, he was probably even more nervous than he would like to admit to his friend. 

<< "I feel like I'm going to shate my pants..." >>

[MrKill]

(OOC: Sam says he'll be unavailable for a while, so I am going to NPC his character until Wax can take it over - if Wax decided that is what he wishes to do. Alternatively, we could come up with a different solution. It is up to Tin.)

First Lieutenant Kyle Killinger
UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'
Reach

After the Pelican dropship, from Kyle's perspective, 'threw up' all the occupants onto the ground like a sick man in a hospital he couldn't stop himself from chuckling in amusement, but at the same time belittle his thinking patterns for being so disgusting. His team had formed up, and with a swift move as the last persons boot hit the ground, Kyle was signalling for his team to move up towards the tree line.

Kyle, instinctively acting, channeled Captain Stonebridge on his radio and secured the line quickly. Technically, while he was a Captain, Kyle had been assigned to Alpha team - reasons unknown. Regardless, it just meant he was reporting to Bravo. It felt weird because, obviously, A came before B. "Alpha Leader to Bravo, we're moving towards the tree line and away from the pelican. Out." Kyle said quickly.

Now it was time to get going.

[Frazer]

Captain John Stonebridge  

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'   

Reach

John watched as the pelican unloaded the marines and ODST's. He watched as they peeled towards himself and the Lt round the other side. Done. Johns squad was all there and ready to go. This was it, John wanted to prove to himself that his squad was the best but there was still a fight to be had.

"Bravo team move up to the bottom of the hill." John said in a quiet voice as he pointed to a hill on the edge of the Forrest. It wasn't a big hill. Just big enough to conceal his squad. On the radio, Alpha teams leader spoke.

"Alpha Leader to Bravo, we're moving towards the tree line and away from the pelican. Out." John agreed in his head that this was the best course of action.

"Roger that Alpha Leader, we are going to move up to the nearby hill before we move into the forrest. Bravo out." John started to move forward with his squad towards the hill. 

[Samuel Murray]

(OOC: It turns out I should be able to post at night, the only time I will not be able to post will be Friday and Saturday because that will be my driving days back from Disney.)

Private Samuel Murray

UNSC Military Training Facility ‘Argus’

The Treeline

    Samuel glanced towards the pelican-the two teams moving towards their designated areas. "El-tee our AO is secured." He paused as he watched his leader give them the signal to move up towards the treeline. Swiveling to his left as he glanced towards an ODST beside him-pausing for a moment as he identified the man-Corporal Kabruski. "I'll take point," he paused as he began to spring up; taking one last glance towards the ODST, "Cover my six while I Oscar-Mike towards that treeline." 

    Taking one last sweep he shot up from the grass and sprinted towards the treeline-falling into a sliding prone position, "All clear up here, I'll cover you guys while you make your way up towards my position," he called out through his squad's COM. He then turned his back towards the men and began to scan the area for the unknown.

[Faclan]

ONI Agent Hyde
'Argus' Facility, Reach.
Lil bit o' Panic, lil bit o' watching.

Watching as Mike gave him the signals Chris just shrugged as he unstrapped himself from his seat and moved to drop down. Dropping down after Mike Chris did a good job of dragging his mind back to the present as he moved past Mike and kept his SMG up and scanning. Moving to their normal formation position he kept his eyes peeled for any kind of brush shifting or shadows in the trees to try and see whatever it was that was their opposition. He kept his breathing steady as the rest of the troops unloaded. It was still weird that so many different divisions were allied unless the other team was similar but there was just so much weird with this training that it was hard to decide what to focus on the most, and then Mike replied.

Chris was silent for most of it as the rapid fire response came at him. It made sense that it wouldn't be Covenant as that would just be asking way too much and also was a pretty dumb thing to say...Spartans on the other hand may have made sense but why were they here? Shouldn't they have more important things to do? Like saving colonies and slaughter alien Legions and everyone else the posters say they do. Keeping his eyes roving around he finally replied.

"Fine, aliens are a dumb answer...but why the 'eff would it be Spartans? Shouldn't they be off fighting rather than taking time out of that schedule to kick the shit out of us?...That would explain the stickers though, shit." He looked around a bit more carefully now, expecting a flash of green to come and tackle him now as his panic levels shot up a bit - good job Mike. At least he was still holding his position and keeping his eyes alert.

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Sergeant Drake Fields

UNSC Military Base Argus

Touchdown

The pelican lurched under them as it prepared to land, his rifle across his lap, he heard the captain call out  "Brave Team form up on me." 

sighing, Drake stood up and rallied around his fireteam leader, noticing the man was an ODST because of the sticker on his chest, Great helljumpers just what this op needed. He grunted as the other squad members fell in beside him, noticing two men who didn't look like soldiers. Wonder what the hell their here for, crossed his mind as the captain began to speak again.

"This is it folks. First rule dont get shot, second rule dont be a hero and finally third rule stick with the team. No lone wolf crap." He watched the captain's eyes fall on the two who didn't look like soldiers, Probably dam hospitalmen who needed combat experiance. "Right we move out very soon. If you haven't already get a sticker on, check your weapons and be ready to be move."
 Drake nodded as he pat the side of his rifle and prepared to disembark the pelican, the remaining portion of the ride he spent clearing his mind. He felt the bird lurch under them before opening the bay door, revealing an opening with a forest line and a hill. The pelican touched down with a slight thud as the two teams disembarked, forming a half circle around the pelican as everyone unloaded from the bird. The order to move out came shortly after, "Bravo team move up to the bottom of the hill." Nodding Drake moved out, following the formation as they approached the hill, his rifle scanning the tree line for hostiles. 

[David]

Corporal David Kabruski  

UNSC Military Training Facility 'Argus'   

Reach   

Nodding towards the marine, One Private Samuel Murray, He then continued to the Tree Line, Moving quickly and quietly, keeping his MA5B in hand, Sweeping from side to side. No sense in presenting an appealing target should snipers be present. 

Reaching the Tree Line, David then crouched down and made sure his area was clear. Then, signalling with his hands, David signed that his AO was clear and that he was ready to proceed with the next step. But while he was waiting, He glanced around the field with wary eyes. He was unnerved by the lack of information on his opponents. All he knew is that they were human. Could it be Spartans? Could he be going against souless abominations? He, like many other ODST's, had a general distaste for the Spartans. Genetically modified freaks. Wearing fancy armor. Shit. If all humans were in armor like that, this war would have been a lot different.

Shaking his head mentally, David brought his focus back to the exercise. He would do his best, give it his all and see how much ass he could kick.