Post by SPARTAN-A120 on May 27, 2015 13:11:01 GMT -6
The following RP takes place on Earth prior to my Marine being promoted to Corporal, being assigned to the current 120th MEU and before the events of M7 and M8. Any UNSC members are allowed to join the RP, but remember the time setting.
Lance Corporal Fredrick Mitchell
64th Regiment, A Co./3/16
Training Simulator, Camp Paladin, Earth, 2547
“Run it, again!” Mitchell yelled at the Marine who was operating the simulator.
He looked around the complex as his surroundings began to form a jungle-like environment. The dense trees and foliage is what he liked, but he kept failing this particular scenario for some reason. He was running simulations alone so that he could better fend for himself in case he ever got separated from his fireteam again. “Not another Sargasso,” he thought in his head.
Mitchell conducted a tactical reload; switching out the magazine from his BR55 for a fresh one from his chest rig and dumping the partially loaded magazine into his mag-dump pouch that was to his 8 o’clock of his battle belt. He took the time to take a drink from his hydration pack before the map finished completely loading.
“Scenario starting in three… two… one,” the female voice of the PA system announced before the simulation initiated.
Mitchell scanned his surrounding for any signs of enemy movement. When it was clear, he kept his rifle at a low-ready and started to walk. The humidity of the setting immediately took effect as the dense jungle felt like a sauna to his skin. Although his he was wearing a temperature regulating suit underneath his BDUs, he could still feel it. He scratched his face through his balaclava to soothe an itch on his left cheek and returned it to the foregrip of his rifle. The rustling of tree made Mitchell crouch and take aim at the direction of the sound while dropping on his right knee. His thumb slowly disengaged the safety above the pistol grip of the rifle and set it on semi-automatic fire. Keeping both eyes opened; one looking through the magnified optic while the other preventing tunnel vision of his left side, he waited for whatever made the disturbance to appear.
There was a sudden rustle to his right and it made Mitchell reorient himself towards the direction by dropping onto his back and placing the muzzle of his rifle between his legs. The tall grass made it difficult to see anything in his position. It would be a death sentence if something or someone were to see Mitchell in such position, but his finger was on the trigger, ready to fire at anything that appeared above the grass. A bead of sweat slowly rolled down towards his left eye, threatening to fall into it. The salty bead of sweat hits its mark as Mitchell couldn’t do much, but blink away the burning sensation. His left eye was now blurry, but his right eye kept scanning for threats.
A glowing blue orb the size of a softball arced towards his position from the right. "Grenade," Mitchell thought. He quickly rolled onto his stomach, pushed himself up and crouch-ran forward. He heard the discharge of plasma weaponry from his 8 o'clock so he took a quick glance. There were three... no five Grunts and an Elite hidden by the foliage of the thick forest. Mitchell found a thick tree along his running path so he hid behind it. As he glued his back to the tree, a few plasma bolts struck the tree or flew by him. He grabbed a M10 Flashbang from his load bearing vest, pulled the pin, and tossed it around the left side of the tree. While that happened, he grabbed a M9 HEDP Fragmentation Grenade activated the fuse, and tossed it just in time for the flashbang to go off. Shortly after, a louder explosion occurred and Mitchell leaned around the right side of the tree to engage the nearest threat.
He spotted the orangish, pointed methane tank of a Grunt poking through the tall grass so he fire a short burst at it. He swiftly transitioned to engage the Elite in blue armor and emptied his magazine into the Split-Jaw. When his Battle Rifle clicked empty, he slung the weapon down to his stomach and drew his M6D Pistol and finished of the Elite transitioned his aim towards a Grunt in red armor. When his pistol locked back, empty, he returned to cover behind the thick tree and conducted a speed reload for his pistol.
Mitchell then took a peek around the tree to examine the aftermath. The scene was neutralized and there were a few Grunts in orange that were crawling away slowly. Mitchell was about to walk out of cover to finish off the enemy when a Grunt appeared from behind hold two glowing blue orbs in either hand. The creature wobbled around the tree with speed and Mitchell couldn’t react in time. A bright blue light nearly burned his retinas as the force of the simulated explosion flew him backwards a few feet. The following words flashed on his HUD.
"What the hell was that?" Mitchell yelled at the Corporal who was running the simlator for him.
"Suicidal Grunts, Lance Corporal. The UNSCDF had reported incidents when Grunts would pull out plasma grenades and start charging towards our personnel. It was recommended by UNSC to implement these scenarios into our systems. They're relatively new to the simulation's update as of two days ago," replied the Corporal.
Mitchell chuckled lightly. "Suicidal Grunts? What's next? Elites with suicide vests? When they hell did the Covenant start deploying Innie tactics," he thought.
Lance Corporal Fredrick Mitchell
64th Regiment, A Co./3/16
Training Simulator, Camp Paladin, Earth, 2547
“Run it, again!” Mitchell yelled at the Marine who was operating the simulator.
He looked around the complex as his surroundings began to form a jungle-like environment. The dense trees and foliage is what he liked, but he kept failing this particular scenario for some reason. He was running simulations alone so that he could better fend for himself in case he ever got separated from his fireteam again. “Not another Sargasso,” he thought in his head.
Mitchell conducted a tactical reload; switching out the magazine from his BR55 for a fresh one from his chest rig and dumping the partially loaded magazine into his mag-dump pouch that was to his 8 o’clock of his battle belt. He took the time to take a drink from his hydration pack before the map finished completely loading.
“Scenario starting in three… two… one,” the female voice of the PA system announced before the simulation initiated.
Mitchell scanned his surrounding for any signs of enemy movement. When it was clear, he kept his rifle at a low-ready and started to walk. The humidity of the setting immediately took effect as the dense jungle felt like a sauna to his skin. Although his he was wearing a temperature regulating suit underneath his BDUs, he could still feel it. He scratched his face through his balaclava to soothe an itch on his left cheek and returned it to the foregrip of his rifle. The rustling of tree made Mitchell crouch and take aim at the direction of the sound while dropping on his right knee. His thumb slowly disengaged the safety above the pistol grip of the rifle and set it on semi-automatic fire. Keeping both eyes opened; one looking through the magnified optic while the other preventing tunnel vision of his left side, he waited for whatever made the disturbance to appear.
There was a sudden rustle to his right and it made Mitchell reorient himself towards the direction by dropping onto his back and placing the muzzle of his rifle between his legs. The tall grass made it difficult to see anything in his position. It would be a death sentence if something or someone were to see Mitchell in such position, but his finger was on the trigger, ready to fire at anything that appeared above the grass. A bead of sweat slowly rolled down towards his left eye, threatening to fall into it. The salty bead of sweat hits its mark as Mitchell couldn’t do much, but blink away the burning sensation. His left eye was now blurry, but his right eye kept scanning for threats.
A glowing blue orb the size of a softball arced towards his position from the right. "Grenade," Mitchell thought. He quickly rolled onto his stomach, pushed himself up and crouch-ran forward. He heard the discharge of plasma weaponry from his 8 o'clock so he took a quick glance. There were three... no five Grunts and an Elite hidden by the foliage of the thick forest. Mitchell found a thick tree along his running path so he hid behind it. As he glued his back to the tree, a few plasma bolts struck the tree or flew by him. He grabbed a M10 Flashbang from his load bearing vest, pulled the pin, and tossed it around the left side of the tree. While that happened, he grabbed a M9 HEDP Fragmentation Grenade activated the fuse, and tossed it just in time for the flashbang to go off. Shortly after, a louder explosion occurred and Mitchell leaned around the right side of the tree to engage the nearest threat.
He spotted the orangish, pointed methane tank of a Grunt poking through the tall grass so he fire a short burst at it. He swiftly transitioned to engage the Elite in blue armor and emptied his magazine into the Split-Jaw. When his Battle Rifle clicked empty, he slung the weapon down to his stomach and drew his M6D Pistol and finished of the Elite transitioned his aim towards a Grunt in red armor. When his pistol locked back, empty, he returned to cover behind the thick tree and conducted a speed reload for his pistol.
Mitchell then took a peek around the tree to examine the aftermath. The scene was neutralized and there were a few Grunts in orange that were crawling away slowly. Mitchell was about to walk out of cover to finish off the enemy when a Grunt appeared from behind hold two glowing blue orbs in either hand. The creature wobbled around the tree with speed and Mitchell couldn’t react in time. A bright blue light nearly burned his retinas as the force of the simulated explosion flew him backwards a few feet. The following words flashed on his HUD.
<OBJECTIVE FAILED. SIMULATION END>
"What the hell was that?" Mitchell yelled at the Corporal who was running the simlator for him.
"Suicidal Grunts, Lance Corporal. The UNSCDF had reported incidents when Grunts would pull out plasma grenades and start charging towards our personnel. It was recommended by UNSC to implement these scenarios into our systems. They're relatively new to the simulation's update as of two days ago," replied the Corporal.
Mitchell chuckled lightly. "Suicidal Grunts? What's next? Elites with suicide vests? When they hell did the Covenant start deploying Innie tactics," he thought.
