Confrontations (BetaW, Llau) Closed

[BetaWülf]

(A little "what if" kind of PvP between our two characters, Garatus and Mike, if it was Mike who killed Garatus' pack mate. Just because. - Llau)

Jiralhanae Garatus the Deathless, Restorer of Tribes, Slayer of Shadowed Imps.
The time has come the Walrus said to speak of many things...

Garatus prowled around the concrete pipes that lay scattered at the base of a Human pulley device, big enough to even to allow his passage(likely ended for sewage pipes he suspected.) He sniffed the air and could tell Humans were about, civilian or soldier he knew not. His Gravity Hammer rested across his back, his Plasma Repeater grasped firmly in his hands. His Pack was spread out in small groups all throughout the area, hunting the Humans the dwelt in the Gods Forsaken place.

He was attempting stealth this mission, his steps were disturbingly subtle due to the thick cushioning flesh of his feet, much like that of an earth bear. He crept around the smaller constructions, looking over their crude tools. Puny excuses for hammers were up against a short wall of equally unimpressive rectangles(built of that rock-like gray material the humans were so fond of.)

All in all, the Humans were like a pathetic attempt to copy the Jiralhanae, the only two species that shared so many similarities in the known Universe. They both were bipedal, furred, creatures with a love of violence. Still, they were weak and tiny, and only mildly attractive, and were in general intolerable little beasts worthy of neither mercy or pity. Garatus was returned to reality from his thoughts when he accidentally bumped a metal pipe off of a pair of saw horses, it landed sharply on the concrete with a loud chime.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti
ONI Field Operative
Demons of the Past


His black ONI armor that was strapped and secured over his dark gray ONI uniform was marked with scratches and chipped here and there from the sudden engagement with an attack on the city he was stationed in. He was on his way, looking for the remainder of the Astronavigation personnel, due to all the Cole Protocol mandates being in forced. He'd either have to safely secure them at the rendezvous point, or kill them so the Covenant won't capture them for their knowledge. He managed to get at least two of the personnel to safety, but there were still two more assets he was tracking down using ONI NAVSPEC to identify and secure them. To get to the last two, of course, he had to make his way across an open area that was full of new buildings under construction. Some were finished, while others were halfway finished. A perfect place for a fight, so he moved quietly through a passage, with his silenced-SMG held in both hands, as he kept it raised at chest-level with his finger off of the trigger, but in a ready position if he needed to fire at the enemy. It was quiet, save for the frequent sounds of explosions and gunfire echoing from where a battle was taking place not far from his position. Quiet though, didn't always mean he was safe. In fact, he knew he wasn't, with a battle going on all around him. He was inhaling and exhaling through his mouth, trying to keep his nerves and himself calm as he continued through the construction zone.

Then he heard it. The sound of something metal landing against the concrete floor. 

His breath was caught in his throat as he abruptly stopped. He looked forward, and then behind him, before glancing over at his radar for enemy blips that was on his HUD of his helmet. He stood there, eyes wide with alert, as he waited there for a few more seconds before continuing when he didn't see anything on radar. At first, he wondered if he imagined it, but as he cautiously went on, he did catch a brief glimpse of a blip on his radar. He squeezed his hands tighter around the weapon, checked his six, and moved forward at a slightly quicker pace. He needed to get moving, even if he had to risk being heard. The Astronavigation personnel were more important, and if he can get passed the enemy without firing a shot, he'd be happy. Though, nothing is ever easy. When he arrived at a corner, he slowed to a stop, and leaned against the wall. He gradually moved forward, sliding against the concrete wall, and peeked around the corner to see a Jiralhanae standing thirty feet down the corridor. 

'Shit...' He thought, grimacing a little. He quickly hid back behind the wall before he was spotted, and panted a little as he wondered if he should go back to find another way out of there. 'Just what I needed...' 

Every time he saw one of those Jiralhanae, his mind would immediately go back to that moment that changed his life in 2545. The moment where he lost his loved one and unborn child. Then the continuous rage and revenge clawed at the back of his mind, and when he found out the name of the Jiralhanae who slaughtered his child and girlfriend, he took several agents with him to do a daring operation of his own into Covenant space. He meant to kill Garatus then, but when he found the Jiralhanae's pack mate...he quickly decided that was the one who he wanted. An eye for an eye...a tooth for a tooth. He was bloodthirsty, blinded by hate and anger, and capturing the female Jiralhanae, and then torturing her for a day and a half wasn't something he wouldn't normally do, but he did it. And...he liked it. Once he was satisfied and grew tired of her pleas for mercy, he killed her, and then they threw her off of the Pelican when they returned to the planet so she could be found.  

When he returned, the ones who knew him...fellow agents...friends and family realized he was a different person. Much colder, uncaring, and bloodthirsty still. He realized what he did didn't satisfy him. The pain was still there...the grief...the hatred. The violent act of murder, even though, the murder was an alien, and not a human being, changed him. He knew this, but didn't care. Strangely enough, killing was made easier after that. He didn't even blink, or think twice about killing one of his own kind when the situation called for it anymore. Maybe he finally snapped. Typical ONI...

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless.
Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and Kings.

Garatus listened for a long moment, if there was someone in the area attracted by the noise he wanted to know about it it so he wouldn't be ambushed or assassinated. He broke from his pause and began moving again once he heard nothing in his vicinity. He continued to examine the Human bastardizations, picking up and firing a nail gun into a board with a satisfied grunt. He sniffed the air on principle and his keen nostrils caught the scent of a nearby Human.

Garatus began snuffling about, a low rumble emanating from his throat as he shuffled around in the a semi-crouch. It was a fresh scent and very close, a lone male with... the scent of rageful pheromones clinging loosely to it. He moved in a zig zag and gradually began honing in on the smell. He paused and let out a howl to try and startle it. He wanted it to bolt so he could run it down, but hopefully it would at least release stronger scents so hunting the Human down would be easier.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti
ONI Field Operative

While he hid near the corner in the shadows, the sudden howl out of nowhere made his heart skip a beat, and his eyes widen when the sound startled him a bit and every muscle beneath his clothing and armor tensed up, and yet, he didn't fear it. He was a seasoned agent, and probably would have felt dread and fled the moment he heard the howl if he was fresh out of college and a new ONI field agent. He held his breath, and clenched his weapon as tightly as he could, but stood his ground and didn't move. It was close...closer than earlier, and he cursed silently to himself for not concentrating on the mission during his moment of dark nostalgia. Now, he had to deal with the Jiralhanae, and possibly more.

If there's one, then there's always more...He thought grimly, slipping his gloved finger over the trigger of his BR55.

He heard something coming down the corridor he was standing in, and his eyes darted toward the direction he was facing, and he noticed a large silhouette of another Jiralhanae. He dared not to move, not even a millimeter, and continued to control his breathing and holding it every-so-often - mostly to keep himself calm. He had to smile a little at his new predicament...suddenly being surrounded by the aliens who he hated the most. The one in the corridor was closing in on him, sniffing the air as it caught his scent. He could say he would give up right then and there, or flee, but...

Fuck it. He grimaced for a moment, and then had a look of determination and anger beneath his helmet. Moretti stepped back away from the corner, but kept his back against the wall, aimed his battle rifle, and fired burst after burst at the other one that just arrived, and kept slowly backing up as he fired a couple more burst of fire toward it, and then quickly retreated down from where he came from to find some better cover. No way would he want to have a firefight in a narrow hallway, especially with them. 

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhane Chieftain Garatus.

Garatus sniffed cautiously after his howl, no scent of fear was present, either his prey had snuck further away, or it was well trained.... Like the Humans who killed Jornarus. His nose soon caught the scent again, closer yet this time, it was disturbingly familiar. He crouched with his Plasma Repeater held out to one side as he sniffed the ground, he soon caught the scent of another Jiralhanae. They were closing in on the prey and soon would feast upon its flesh, it had been too long since Garatus had eaten a worthy kill.

He was nearing a concrete construct when he heard the Humans weapon firing, his Packmate was in danger! Garatus broke into a dead run as he attached his Plasma rifle to his hip and pulled out his Gravity hammer. He slammed the hammer into the concrete wall, shattering the vile stuff and making a large entry point for himself. He put his hammer across his back and pulled his Repeater out again, entering the hallway and meeting up with his injured subordinate. They watched as the cowardly Human ran, soon after giving pursuit and firing at its heels.

Their longer legs allowed them to move faster, but the narrow hallways slowed them still and made them go single file. Garatus chose to take point, he wouldn't use his own kind as meat shields, like that Human did once back when he was a Captain on the Jungle planet. Garatus roared as he fired down the hallway after the Human. It was fast, but then again he had noticed they seemed to speed up when Jiralhanae were after them.