Post by David on Apr 28, 2020 22:10:03 GMT -6
OoC: Preface: Im just doing this as a bit of fun. I felt we should have some fun with the RPing and I have always been fascinated with the Idea of Roleplaying the events of the Halo 2 Campaign missions from either side be it Covenant or UNSC. Please note this is just for fun and no main characters should be used as this is outside of our Canon. Have some fun with your character. Keep it somewhat believable but don't get overly realistic. This is, After all... fantasy.
If you feel that your character should die, Feel free to kill them and come back as another NPC. Keeps it fresh and interesting. I only ask that you give your character a name and assign whether they are UNSC or Covenant.
An Example header for your post could be this:
Name: John Dye
Race: Human
Location: Weapons Locker.
That's all really. So go, Have fun and lets kick some ass.
We begin our story with the Covenant battle fleet emerging from slipspace and alarms are blaring all around. The Chief has just been ordered to defend this station. Marines will be starting off at the Weapons Locker, Covenant, In your boarding craft.
Name: John Dye
Race: Human
Location: Weapons Locker.
"Master Chief?" Barked Hood. "Defend this station!"
As soon as Hood had uttered these words, John knew that they were in deep shit now. The only comfort John had is that he was with the legendary Spartan, Master Chief 117. Half Machine, Half Cyborg. Hell, John didn't even believe they were human. The liquid grace, The precision in their movements... All too robotic for Johns taste.
"MOVE MARINES! GET THE LEAD OUT OF YOUR PANTS!" Barked Sgt. Avery Johnson.
"SIR YES SIR" John screamed and bolted for the door. Once he was out into the hall, He spotted the Chief grabbing some ammo and a battle rifle, Placing an SMG on his thigh. Personally, John didn't much care for the SMGs as he felt they were too unweildly and didn't aim all that well. Sure it filled the area with bullets but not where you needed them most.
Settling for a Battle Rifle, John then took five clips and placed them in his ammo belt. John then took one of the clips, slapped it into the reciever of his weapon, Racked the bolt and sighted, Making sure his weapon was indeed at the ready and good to go. He then spotted Johnson walking down the hall with a portable turret. One of the lighter varients but still a turret. He seemed to be listening to chatter from the Malta.
Suddenly the floor shook and a loud metallic clang could be heard through the hallway. Then, not 30 seconds later, Sparks started erupting from the sealed door. The bastards were cutting through the door, Hoping to find easy access to the bridge.
"I need a field of fire on that bulkhead" snapped Johnson, gesturing with his hand. "As soon as that door opens, let 'em have it!"
Widening his stance, John placed the butt of the weapon against his shoulder and sighted down the scope. As soon as he saw any kind of Covenant bastard... They were his.
If you feel that your character should die, Feel free to kill them and come back as another NPC. Keeps it fresh and interesting. I only ask that you give your character a name and assign whether they are UNSC or Covenant.
An Example header for your post could be this:
Name: John Dye
Race: Human
Location: Weapons Locker.
That's all really. So go, Have fun and lets kick some ass.
Cairo Station
We begin our story with the Covenant battle fleet emerging from slipspace and alarms are blaring all around. The Chief has just been ordered to defend this station. Marines will be starting off at the Weapons Locker, Covenant, In your boarding craft.
Name: John Dye
Race: Human
Location: Weapons Locker.
"Master Chief?" Barked Hood. "Defend this station!"
As soon as Hood had uttered these words, John knew that they were in deep shit now. The only comfort John had is that he was with the legendary Spartan, Master Chief 117. Half Machine, Half Cyborg. Hell, John didn't even believe they were human. The liquid grace, The precision in their movements... All too robotic for Johns taste.
"MOVE MARINES! GET THE LEAD OUT OF YOUR PANTS!" Barked Sgt. Avery Johnson.
"SIR YES SIR" John screamed and bolted for the door. Once he was out into the hall, He spotted the Chief grabbing some ammo and a battle rifle, Placing an SMG on his thigh. Personally, John didn't much care for the SMGs as he felt they were too unweildly and didn't aim all that well. Sure it filled the area with bullets but not where you needed them most.
Settling for a Battle Rifle, John then took five clips and placed them in his ammo belt. John then took one of the clips, slapped it into the reciever of his weapon, Racked the bolt and sighted, Making sure his weapon was indeed at the ready and good to go. He then spotted Johnson walking down the hall with a portable turret. One of the lighter varients but still a turret. He seemed to be listening to chatter from the Malta.
Suddenly the floor shook and a loud metallic clang could be heard through the hallway. Then, not 30 seconds later, Sparks started erupting from the sealed door. The bastards were cutting through the door, Hoping to find easy access to the bridge.
"I need a field of fire on that bulkhead" snapped Johnson, gesturing with his hand. "As soon as that door opens, let 'em have it!"
Widening his stance, John placed the butt of the weapon against his shoulder and sighted down the scope. As soon as he saw any kind of Covenant bastard... They were his.
