The tables have turned. (Open)

[Faclan]

(One of my threads for a now pretty much dead other Halo site, but thought people may enjoy it here so here ya go <3 .)

Basic Plot: The sudden and closing stages of combat between UNSC and Covenant forces. The time will be the evening, closing in on nighttime. The battle was pretty much at a stalemate as each side tried to take hold of the city of Lemarcha on the planet of Muater (Just a random location). The want to hold the city was to get its civilian population out. For the UNSC at least, the Covenant just interested in some slaughter and also taking out the Human vehicle plant on the far side of the city where the UNSC were advancing from. But an enterprising UNSC Marine found that the sewers under the city were free of Covenant and so the evacuation was able to be completed in record time. The Covenant unaware of this sneaky maneuver and so were very confused when all the Human forces suddenly fell back completely and took cover. Shortly after this was spotted by the front line of aliens the city was bombed. Danger Close to be sure for the Humans but with modern guidance systems there were no Human causalities due to a well timed retreat. The Covenant forces were completely decimated and now the UNSC command has ordered the still very strong UNSC forces back into the city. To secure it from the bastards. Kill, torture, capture - it would all be up to the individual soldiers and fireteam leaders but victory had already been established. Now it was just a matter of cleaning up the mess, gathering spoils, and disposing of the trash.

If you are using a new character give a little about your character like;
Name: Teo Poq
Species: Kig-Yar, T'vaoan sub species
Rank: Murmillo

Basic equipment: Banged up and scratched Murmillo armor, helmet missing, one still active Point Defense Gauntlet Variant (other broken). Armed with a Needle Rifle (4 canisters (1 loaded 3 carried on chest armor), Plasma Pistol, one Plasma Grenade, and Serrated Kig-Yar combat knife.

Troops: 2 T'vaoan Minors, 1 Injured T'vaoan Major, 1 Sangheili Minor, 2 Unggoy Minors.

Or link your profile if using an already made character.

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Teo Poq - T'vaoan Murmillo.
Mostly ruined city of Lemarcha.
Going to be a long dangerous night.

It would be blackness and dull shouts from around him as Teo slowly started to regain consciousness. Seeing just rubble in front of him before blacking out again. The next wake up would be feeling himself be moved, seeing his helmet on the ground with a large dent and an eyepeice shattered and then his feet as he was dragged toward somthing. And another black out. Finally able to growl quietly as he woke up once again Teo found himself looking up at the beak of Laz, one of his forces Minors who was trying to get him awake. Laz smiling when he saw the Murmillo stay awake this time as he sat back to give him some space to sit up. Teo taking it slow as he slowly pushed himself up to see that he was in what looked like the remains of a room. The smell of burning and death was all around here...and there were a few Unggoy in here. With a Sangheili and a few T'vaoan too. Holding his quietly ringing left ear hole Teo frowned as best he could with a beak and cheeped out for a sitrep.

"Bad, the Humans dropped something on top of us, at least it was only a bomb and not fire or anything like that. But they must 'ave gotten their people out or they finally stopped caring about them. Nearly everyone is dead or buried...I thought you were too boss when a flying brick beaned you in the head. Thankfully your helmet saved you. Comms are down and those that could still move after the blast all ran for the deployment zone...But I'm sure the Humans have sent aircraft there too. I think we're on our own Boss..."

Teo just nodded as he rubbed his face, turning his beak to face one of the Unggoy who squeaked out that they should surrender. Teo was silent for a few seconds as he considered that. It seemed like one of the best options at the moment. The force had been destroyed and routed and Humans were likely approaching from all angles. Despite the Sangheili being in the room he was the highest ranked troop leader here. It would be up to him to make the call if they tried to give up or not. But after removing his hand and seeing that all the troops in here were still armed and only the Major seemed badly injured he took a deep breath before shaking his head.

"No, not yet. There may still be a chance for our forces to regroup. Post up near windows and the stairs and keep watch. Do not. Repeat do not fire upon Humans if you see them. We need to wait and see what this new situation is."

All of them, even the Sangheili nodded as they moved to post up beside windows and the stairs leading down to the first level of their small building. None of them directly poking out their heads but all watching and listening as best they could. The Major staying where he was as he held his Carbine in his hands and tried to just keep breathing so as not to scream from his damaged leg.

"And put your rations in the middle of the floor, we may be here awhile..."


The small lance would then go quiet and wait. The sun starting to dip over the remains of the city but the fires would still provide a lot of light as they waited. The distant screams, moans, and occasional clatter of automatic fire letting them know the Humans were in deed approaching.

(The type of building the little lance is in from Battlefield 3 and 4's map Gulf of Oman; link . Most of them will have damage and scorch marks but the only mostly still intact buildings are one or two stories tall. Thee would also be aliens still out in the street either dead, injured, unconscious, or still trying to fight. Those that could move likely attempted to get into a building and wait.)

[roachman34]

Name: Reka 'Il 'Natrunia
Species: Sangheili
Rank: Ultra

Troops: 1 Sangheili Minor, 1 injured Sangheili Major, 1 Kig'yar Minor.

Equipment: Scratched up and slightly burned, left shoulder piece missing, Energy Sword on his hip, 1 plasma grenade.
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    Reka awoke to the sounds of creaking metal and groans of pain. The last thing he remembered was coming into contact with a group of humans and then them fleeing, after that it was a blur of explosions and crashes and then blackness. He pushed himself up to where he was sitting up, with a cursory glance around he spotted two survivors of his file a major and a minor and a single Kig'yar, who was shaking Reka's boot to see if he was alive. 

    "You're alive!" Dek exclaimed his beak forming a smile, "This is good, you will know what to do." After another glance around the Major was on his feet heading over an apparent limp about him, and the minor was leaned up against a wall regaining his senses.

    "What happened?" Reka asked the Major who he identified as Moku.

     Moku was bleeding due to a long gash in his side and with a bit of raspiness to his voice reported, "Reka it is good to see you're still among the living, and as to what happened the humans bombed us, many of the file has been killed and we appear to be the only ones alive, things are not good." Reka nodded it was grim news but at least there were a few survivors.

     As he freed himself of his landing place he discovered he had landed directly on top of a human vehicle, he chuckled at the body imprint he had left and then looked over to the minor but still speaking to Moku asks, "Who else survived?" The Minor was now approaching having regained his senses. 

    Moku said, "His name is Jama." Reka nodded and looked around.

    "We need to get out of the open," Reka muttered and then pointed to a small two-story building nearby, "There get inside there. Grab what you can from the dead and then take shelter in there." Then the group moved off to their tasks the major taking a slightly lesser load. As they finished gathering equipment they would head into a nearby building, whether it was occupied they did not know but they had to take that chance, as they entered there was a noticeable silence in the air for a few seconds then the sounds of combat started once again. "Alright, one of you care for Moku and then get some rest I will take first watch."

[Faclan]

Teo Poq - T'vaoan Murmillo.
Mostly ruined city of Lemarcha.
Possible allies and doomed musings. roachman34

Several long and terrible minutes passed but for the moment at least it looked as if the Humans were for now leaving this street alone. Laz scooting over to the window Teo was scanning out as he tapping him on the shoulder and crouched down beside him. Keeping his voice low so he wouldn't be heard as the two Unggoy seemed to be taking a nap. But Teo didn't care, hed rather they be quiet and alert when needed then tired and complaining.

"Boss...what are we going to do about all of this? We cant stay here forever and I don't know if the Covenant will come back here for weeks."

Teo was silent as he turned his head around to look at the others here. The T'vaoan major had pretty rough looking injuries to his knee but seemed to be taking it well as he watched the stairs. The other T'vaoan minor besides Laz sorting out the rations and spare equipment they had, and the Sangheili glaring at him from the corner of the room. Probably infuriated that he was being ordered around by Teo. Laz looking more anxious as Teo took his sweet time to respond. Because truth be told he had no idea what to do here...He was a file leader yes but this wasn't a battlefield anymore. It was a slaughtering grounds, a now trap for all of them with fully capable and prepared Humans surrounding them likely very intent on ending their lives. He doubted even attempting to surrender would work despite the fact that it was pretty evident to Teo that the Covenant was beaten and routed. And even if they did accept them giving up...what would happen then? They would be put into murderous work cleaning up the city and then get executed? Or thrown in a box for years to be beaten and slowly starved to death like some Sisterhood death camp? Or at the very worst being given to those Hidden Eye people to be sliced open and kept alive on drugs...Aecor help them.

"Teo...Teo? Boss?" A shake of his shoulder Teo huhed and jumped a bit, brought out from his terrible ruminations about their current situation to look back at Laz to try and offer some kind of response before he noticed that Laz was pointing across the street. Teo following the finger and seeing a Sangheili ultra of all things and some extras duck into a building across the street.

Well that sure was a thing.

Blinking to make sure he wasn't seeing things this early he nodded and sat up straighter so he wasn't just slouched. That was something he could respond too. In fact he even got up as he nodded at Laz. "We'll go check it out, little scavenging too." He would whisper as he started to move toward the stairs. "We're going to scout, we saw some other Covenant out there, dont move in case Humans are watching. We don't want to be discovered too early." He suspected the Sangheili would try and do somthing but the two other awake soldiers just nodded as Laz and himself moved down the stairs with pistol and rifle held at low ready and were soon out in the street.

It was as much of a horror show as Teo originally feared it would be. Fire and destruction everywhere. The mangled remains of bodies and cars scattered throughout the scorched street. Hissing quietly at this he whispered back at Laz to be on the lookout for supplies but not to take any yet, that would be on the way back. Just need to focus on keeping alert and moving low and quick.

The Murmillo and Minor soon skulking across the street trying to be on guard as they headed for the other house.

[oyubaat]

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FORCES PRESENT

FIRETEAM KUDU

• Corporal Bart Bonavista (Fireteam CO and subordinate to the Micah,
  Bonavista is described as a passionate and brave soul, but one with a
  sharp command and a zero-tolerance attitude towards cowardice.)
  
• Lance Corporal Lara Divira (Designated spotter of the fireteam as
  well as the squad's demolitions expert. Divira is a blonde bombshell
  in of itself, and she is often noted for her foul language as much as her
  disdain for army guys and poor attitudes.)
  
• Private Kurt Mill (Mill is the squad's designated combat medic and a
  man fresh to the front from a wealthy family. Mill is described as sounding
  as though he is of the upper-crust of British society, but is known
  ultimately for his methodical and logical approach to problem solving.)
  
• Private Leonard Bentham (Bentham is a seasoned ODST plucked from
  the surviving pool of ODST squads either near-wiped out or in the process
  of being disbanded. Bentham is a tall, stocky brunette-haired man with a
  an accent and appearance thought to be of a Polynesian descent.)
  

WEAPONS CARRIED

• Bonavista - 1 M7 Caseless Submachine gun (silenced), 1 M6C SOCOM

         semi automatic pistol. Five fragmentation grenades, two smoke grenades
         and a combat knife. Two packs of compound C4 to boot. 

• Divira - Sniper Rifle System 99C-Series 2, 1 M6C SOCOM semi automatic

         pistol. Three fragmentation grenades, two smoke grenades and a combat knife.
         Target locator, surveillance equipment and two packs of compound C4.

• Mill - 1 M392 Designated Marksman Rifle (silenced), 1 M6C SOCOM
  semi automatic pistol. Medical equipment and a coms radio. 
• Bentham - M90 Close Assault Weapon System, 1 M6C SOCOM semi 
  automatic pistol. Three fragmentation grenades, two smoke grenades and 

         a combat knife. Two fragmentation grenades, three incendiary grenades
         and a secondary M6C pistol.

FIRETEAM KUDU. 
RUINS OF LEMARCHA.

Bursts of deep purple plasma energy blistered against the already smouldering torn pavement that lay opposite a derelict house in which Corporal Bart Bonavista and the rest of his fireteam had decided to take up shelter within. A second score of hard thuds followed as less plasma bombardments were concentrated against the street and more towards the maze of ruined and haphazard dwellings that constituted the Bakanjo District situated a few kilometers outside of Lemarcha's central zone. More and more incendiary bursts of horrifying energy clashed against the makeshift roof that Lance Corporal Lara Divira and Private Leonard Bentham had put together during the quiet hours of the morning not three rotations back when the Covenant had struck the planet Muater in full force. As the makeshift metal and wooden roof waned under the creak and crack of plasma fire, Bonavista felt his patience begin to wither as surely as their roof melting under the intensity of the Covenant's bombardment. Whatever Sangheili cabrón had orchestrated such a disaster could have kissed Bonavistas' ass when the Corporal remembered that he was an ODST, the deadliest and most tenacious sort of trooper across the UNSC, a regular boot-thruster whom, having survived numerous near-death jumps and combat situations, was more than insane enough to try and bring his enemy down with him should the Covenant try to overwhelm their position.

Lara, Mills and Bentham all felt the same way too. The squad, despite experiencing the absence of their CO, remained calm and confident in holding tight and boarding up their position until a counter-strike could be called. With the plasma bombardment subsiding for what appeared to be a short while, the Corporal took to shifting his body from the fetal-curled position that was custom in many bomb and earthquake evacuation scenarios, pulling himself from underneath a table to survey the present damage and call in the rest of his squad. A momentary glance up at the ceiling offered Bart a view of the torn roof that had barely survived the impact of the bombardment, forcing him to wince at not only the fact that Bonavista had survived yet another near-death situation, but that a few scraps of scavenged metal and wood were all that he and the squad had had by way of protection against the elements and exposure.

''Well I gotta' tell ya sir.

My aunt Mae used to say that you drink enough ice tea, and suddenly it ain't sweet no' more.'' Came Lance Corporal Divira's thick-cut Albuquerque accent. During their initial time together as a reformed ODST squad, Bonavista had found himself clueless to the unassuming pearls of wisdom given by Lara, but after some time the Corporal had come to understand that what appeared to be simple obscure statements were otherwise valid points of observation. On this occasion Lara happened to be alluding to the fact that Fireteam Kudu was slowly running out of luck and places to hide.

''I don't know how much you gringitos drink that stuff, but in Ecuador the saying goes that every donkey has its own saddle.'' 

Divira shot Bonavista an expression that oozed confusion as much as contemplation. A spotter in the sharpshooter section of the ODST division, Lara was no fool to be taken for and at times the Corporal wondered who had saved who's backside more; bu

''I did a quick recon from the roof before we started getting pasted.'' The Lance Corporal extended out five fingers. ''Picked up two Phantoms patrolling just to the east, and I can hear gunfire coming from that direction so I presume something's going down. Another peeksie shows two Sangheili units moving up from the street opposite us. I would say we could fend them off Corporal, but they've got Jackals coming up the sides and climbing the rooftops.'' 

Bonavista made to spit out some sort of a witty remark, but instead he opted to remain silent and carefully consider his options at hand. Fireteam Kudu had found themselves in a tight spot, being sheltered now only by what little of the worn-down house hadn't succumbed to shelling. They were down to a handful of ammunition clips with a sizeable ordnance still available to his squad; but nothing in the way of a vehicle or a more high yielding explosive that could put some distance between the fireteam and their advancing enemy.  The sudden clang of boots against wooden steps sounded as Bonavista spotted Bentham and Mill jogging down the half-torn staircase that seemed more like a modern art piece than steps, where Bentham held out a gloved hand containing a tac-pad highlighting areas local to their position in the neighbourhood. In his thick Polynesian accent he articulated the horrors that were going on inside of Lemarcha. 

''Three Covenant platoons keeping our guys pinned inside of the city, with some aerial and vehicle units providing support. Real bloody stuff apparently, with Jilharanae units making some advance into the main quarter.  From what I can make out we've got several teams of marines moving in the area, and there's a call-out order for all local UNSC forces to regroup at site Bravo, but we've got a lot of Covenant baddies between us and there.'' 

''It's days like this that I would kill for a Scorpion...'' Mill added. 

''Alright...

Then the plan is going to be for us to move on site Bravo and regroup with the others for a second strike. We're going to need to play this quick and stealthy'' Bonavista made to lower the tac-pad and stride his finger along a path on the map to where Bentham had highlighted site Bravo's location. ''We know there are Covvie' units out there looking for survivors, but our main concern is going to be keeping away from the fight going on in the city while slipping in between houses, up through the suburbs and then towards the rally point. Something tells me the Kig-Yar aren't going to be so forgiving, so let's keep our eyes peeled for any sorta' mierda and hidden Covvie bastards ready to pop out and pick us off.''

A unanimous nod of understanding came from the three other ODSTs, the Corporal motioning with a three-finger count for the troopers to compile together their gear and make for the road. Bonavista gave a quick run through his gear and ammunition before adjusting the silencing stock of his submachine gun onto the end, trudging his boots in concert with his squadmates to make for the door and veer out under the cover of the night sky and press on towards the other UNSC forces fighting, where Bonavista hoped that Fireteam Kudu could help push back the Covenant threat that stood a very real chance of reducing the fate of Muerta to the same as Bart's home planet Harvest. Towards the horizon - the ODST's hastened. 

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Hey Faclan, Roachman

I just thought I'd drop in and throw in a post just to get involved and get Fireteam Kudu some experience if that's okay? Anyway, if you find that I haven't mentioned Teo Poq or your troopers yet it's because I'm roleplaying Kudu from the starting point that they're holed up. So right now they're just encountering other NPC forces milling about the area.

Quick question though, could we chuck in some vehicles in our forces or do we require the presence of more senior commanders to do so?

Let me know if there's any problems with the post!