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Post by zim565 on Feb 16, 2010 9:08:12 GMT -6
Flores looked at Carson as he introduced everyone, he walked next to him and look to the direction of their objective
"Very funny Carson...wont be so entertaining when you are paying me dinner after the mission is over"
After he look back at Tom
"Dying is not exactly what worries me, is more the time that goes between my arm being blown up and getting morphine, and as he said Im Flores"
Flores could hear the chatter between all the teams, the element of surprise was no more, what now? continue the plan and probably being blown up to the seventh hell? Suddenly he realized something from all the communications around them, he quickly ran towards Sergeant Samson
"Sergeant! Sir! If may I, apparently the attack from the Spartan is coming from the direction from Alpha Platoon, correct?" Flores said as he put out a little map from his pocket "So this means that the Covies dosen´t know about our position and if they start moving to Alpha´s the will probably engage Charlie...but no us...ill say that if we keep our current direction, we will probably find very little or no covenant resistance at all, meaning that we will be behind the enemy lines"
(ooc: I based all this on Elando´s Mission 2: UNSC Overview map)
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Post by maxii1 on Feb 18, 2010 10:11:31 GMT -6
Sierra 152: Harry
Charlie Platoon, heading straight towards the Main Entrance, the lift. “Lopez, I hear you, you and Bernard stay here with Joe” Harry spoke, gesturing towards a small ridge that would offer enough coverage for the troopers to hide behind and fire in relative safety. “This is when I expect that sniper of yours to earn his keep” Harry smiled towards Bernard and the rest of the fighters of Zeta.
”I’ll press on further towards the entrance, then send your assault teams to join me, whilst your fire teams stay here to provide cover” Harry looked over to Evan, Gamma team’s leader. “You with me?” he asked.
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Post by monkeyjoe14 on Feb 18, 2010 14:05:57 GMT -6
Spartan 172-Joe "Wait a second Harry, I have the AI so shouldn't I be up there as well", Joe explained to Harry. Joe saw that the snipers might need aid but he had a mission. Besides, Churchill might be able to get into the covenant's battlenet somehow and give the covenant's positions away. But Joe didn't want to get stuck guarding snipers while others were risking their lives inside the ship either. ODST Sergaent Jack Redsont Redsont fired rounds into a brute as Fred reloaded, the brute's shields absorbed most of the fire but three rounds penetrated it's upper arm. The fighting got more difficult now that the covenant knew they were there. "I'm out", Redsont yelled as he ducked down to reload. "I'm in", Desmond roared as he took aim and finished off the brute with a round to the skull. Redsont reloaded his rifle and took aim. "Where the hell are those Spartans?", Pat asked.
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Post by maxii1 on Feb 18, 2010 14:26:55 GMT -6
Harry, 152 Gamma Two
“Joe, I only suggested you stay behind because of your plus one, I don’t want to see Churchill get captured if thinks get chaotic in there” Harry addressed his friend. “However, if you’d like to move in with the assault teams then that’s fine”.
Harry paused. “Let me just rephrase in case I didn’t speak clearly enough for you marines, me and Evan will go in first, then the assault teams led by Joe, then Bernard, Lopez, you two bring the fire teams up to us when they’ve taken out any targets for us”
The Spartan turned to Evan, “That makes sense, right?”
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Post by Soulstep on Feb 18, 2010 16:19:29 GMT -6
Corporal Andrew Deiran Indigo Squad Target Hades, Western Approach |
Andrew saw Adam jump at the SPARTAN's reaction to the Covenant's discovery of the UNSC, and was more than a little startled himself. He had never actually seen one in person before, and now he was on an Op with 4 of them. He wasn't sure whether to be amazed or scared. He cocked his head as gunfire began over to the East, evidently the assault had begun. "Dammit," he whispered, before switching to squad comms. "Move up, Indigo, it'll start getting rough now," he ordered as he ran up to a rocky outcrop for cover. "Adam, Sarah, take the right. Tom, Ben, you're on the left." Four replies came through his comm as he looked behind and changed his channel back to Captain Hallam and the SPARTAN. "Sir, we'll cover this approach. If they come, we'll hold 'em back long enough for you to get organized." "I'm not fucking dying for an ODST!" Ben swore over the squad comm. Sarah quickly reminded him, "Don't worry, you arn't. You're dying for ONI." "Fuck my life..."
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Post by daeron on Feb 18, 2010 19:10:14 GMT -6
Sergeant Louis Bernard Zeta Squad Bernard nodded, "Yes sir." He pressed on the small button around his neck. Locke, you heard him, keep us covered, anything you see that looks to be a threat, take them out. Let's not get fucked up here.Locke made a click noise with his comlink signaling he understood. He raised his hand to fix his scope them looked down it. "Alright," Bernard whispered softly, "Johnson, Clark, over on the right. Belote stay with me. Rook and Parron, stay back a few feet. After we go in, follow behins us."
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Post by usefuldave on Feb 18, 2010 19:12:08 GMT -6
February 28th, 2531 | Military Time: 13:07 | Holding a 2000km geostationary orbit, Lethe, Gilese 876 system. |
Command Bridge, UNSCS Charbydis, ‘ONI Recon-Five-Seven’, Prowler Corps It was ironic in a way, for a vessel operating in what was supposedly silent running, the Prowler’s command bridge was awash with noise. Four separate channels were open at once, swapping information between space and ground-based assets via the network of com-sats scattered across the space surrounding Lethe. As every member of the UNSCN knew, there was no chance of even the loudest conversation being picked up across vacuum as long as it was conducted using the correct procedures. What could be detected though, were the streams of radiation, both infrared and electromagnetic that tended to be pumped out be spaceships designed for function rather than stealth. To prevent the Covenant from picking up their waste emissions, their communications were bounced along the network of Black Widows, which had been set up over the past two weeks. As for the heat generated by any man-rated vessel in service, that was radiated out a set of ventral directional radiators. To prevent this from being detected the bulk of the Charbydis was used as cover from the only Covenant sensor packages in orbit. It wasn’t exactly the safest of options should a hostile battle-group jump in behind them, but it was a risk worth taking to keep them fully operational. Lieutenant Malcolm Reynolds was managing the communications link between the prowler and task-force Mirage, keeping the three frigates upto date regarding the scenario, and passing the information on to the ships making up Arnhem, waiting in the blindspot provided by Hydrus. At the moment, he was confirming the status of the defensive minefields placed by each vessel. “ Welrod, this is Charbydis. I’m seeing all eight Hornet mines are online and armed for proximity detonation, so as long as-” The voice that cut in wasn’t one of the crew, but instead the ship’s AI, Veles. “The mines are armed for proximity detonation, if the correct transponder is not received. I believe that Commander Ferri would rather be informed of this technicality, Lieutenant.” A quick nod from Reynolds confirmed that he had taken in the reprimand, before he continued on from where he’d left off. “So, according to the data on my screen - which Veles should be sending your way now - everything is in order, ma’am” Commander Ferri finished off the formalities and disappeared from the console screen, the three Mirage-class frigates on his display now surrounded by a Octuplet of HORNET nuclear mines each. If the ships held to their geo-stationary positions, they wouldn’t receive anything more than a jolt of EMP which they were hardened to resist when the weapons detonated and slagged anything else that came within their kill-zone. For now it seemed, that was his current share of the work done, maybe even earning himself a quick break if nothing else came up. They had been on station for long enough in his opinion, it was about time they were getting this damn thing over and done with. “Recon Five-Seven, Red Wing.” That was unusual, the report from the ground-team wasn’t due for hours, most importantly when it wasn’t his shift. That didn’t bode too well for his expectations of a break, instead came service and duty... “Go for Recon Five-Seven.” And then came the cop, the kek, the FUBAR that was the situation regarding the Covenant defences. While Reynolds hadn’t exactly been privy to the exact details of the ground assault, the message was all too clear. “Ground situation compromised. Assault Carrier has readied underside point defence system. Ground defences have been tightened, an assault at this point would be catastrophic. Update ground commanders on situation.” It made him wonder, what the heck had they done to cause all that? Arnhem was still shielded by several exa-tons of rock, and their ship-based sensors couldn’t pick them up at all without the aid of pre-placed com-sats on the dark-side of the moon. Mirage wouldn’t have risked discovery warning the carrier, and instead serviced the target within seconds of realising they’d been found… What could he say to that? Nothing according to protocol. “Will do.” “We are going E&E, we have two combat ineffective, priority’s on their rescue.” Well, wasn’t much he could do to assist them from up here, but there was always his job, which was to sort out the fluff from the gorram urgently-required-to-hear-before-we-get-blown-up sorta stuff. “Confirmed, I’ll pass your report up the ladder and see what comes back, Recon-Five-Seven out.” The channel shut with an electronic click, and the ground-team was reduced to being little more than a few monkeys in the mud once again. Reynolds though, in his lofty position as demi-deity of the radio-waves had to make sure that the god of all that was stealthy and black got the message. All he needed to do was grab the right audio-recording, attach a transcript and provide a few quick annotations as to the unit and its situation and with a quick click send it on its way through the ships internal network. With that done, the transcript itself could be transmitted in its bare form down to Captain Hallam, keeping the ground forces updated on the situation. There wasn’t even a seconds delay before the miniature report appeared upon Captain Parker Wallace’s display. While he wasn’t one who had much experience actually going up against a Covenant carrier, he had seen the effects of their weaponry on UNSC vessels far too many times to forget the amount of power they could bring to bear. That sort of firepower directed in a ground defence role would obliterate any force they could put down with the aim of capturing the vessel. However, simply obliterating the vessel would eradicate what could be one of the biggest intelligence coups in history. Instead, this was going to have to go all the way to the top, dragging in everyone in a position of command on this operation so they could figure out what the hell they were going to do. Normally the network required for such a conference would have had to be laid down, but in addition to providing secure communications, it also provided the ability for real-time audio-visual conferencing between units. In this case, channels from three different starships and a sole ground-based source were merged into a single audio-visual combination. It wasn’t anything flashy, just a series of names and a mark to identify which was currently talking. While the sophisticated hardware aboard the starships was capable of pulling off a far more complex environment, this limited list was capable of being sustained by even the most outdated hardware assigned by the UNSC. The list wasn’t overly long, even though it contained the operation’s commanding officers. *Operational Commander: Captain Parker Wallace – ONI PRC *TF Arnhem CO: Admiral George Cuttingham - UNSCN *TF Mirage CO: Captain Harry Gorman – ONI PRC *Ground Force CO: Captain Andrew Hallam – UNSC ODST The first to speak up across the link was Wallace, cutting into the silence caused by a trio of confused officers. “Now, I assume you’ve all received the transcript from the team on the ground, which casts quite a few doubts over the viability of the current assault. However, I feel that an assessment from Captain Hallam might be more suitable, given his location.” While Hallam was closer in terms of distance, regarding the actual information, he had even less than the Charbydis. "Captain, I can't comment on the situation from my current position. Covenant Point defence has the ONI team pinned down and the sky is lighting up like a world class laser light show at the moment. If we carry on with the original plan we will be facing close to 75% casualties on our side." “It is obvious that in order to continue with the ground assault,” Cuttingham spoke up now, having taken the situation from his point of view and come to what seemed like a simple conclusion. “We would have to either reinforce the current forces from the companies set aside for later use, and then reinforce those from orbit as needed, or tactical fire support could be provided by the atmosphere rated elements of our force in order to negate Covenant firepower superiority. However, both of these would require moving significant elements into Lethe orbit, exposing them to Covenant sensor packages and so, detection.” “I’m sorry, but isn’t this just a little too much considering what we’re risking here?” Gorman added in his opinion of the Admiral’s suggestion, making it clear what side of the fence he stood on. “We’ve had that carrier targeted for destruction for the past two weeks, and you’re saying that we should give it even more chance to get the data out through their communication systems? You’ve seen those sensor-packages in orbit Admiral, how do you know they’re not capable of FTL comms? We should just nuke the bloody thing right now.” “FUCK YOU, sir.” Hallam’s rather crude protest brought silence to the channel for a few seconds, it wasn’t really protocol by anyone’s standards, but now wasn’t the time to claw his eyes out over it. Instead, Wallace took a rather more defusal based tone with the conflicting viewpoints. “Now, Captains. I’m sure that we can come to an agreement without the use of strategic nuclear weapons on each other here. While Admiral Cuttingham is correct, this operation cannot be successful any longer without orbital support. However the only available support without diverting assets from Arnhem brings with it a substantial degree of inaccuracy when applied on a tactical scale… Captain, would you be able to ensure destruction of the carrier without one of your frigates, if it was damaged further in the process?” “I understand that Captain Hallam is biased in his opinion thanks to his current location…” Gorman spoke up once again, the disapproval in his voice quite clear to all listening. “…But my orders state that I am to prevent the capture of stellar cartography at any cost. While I will not interfere with this operation to any detrimental extent, the moment that carrier moves for orbit I will hit it with enough firepower to slag the bitch no matter what. And in that aim, I will not allow you to whittle away my limited strike force just to assist a few expendable infantry.” And with that, he dropped from the channel. “Well, there goes that option… I’m sorry Hallam, but we might have to do this the unsavoury way. Make sure that your forces are prepared to operate in a radiological environment and secure against overpressure. We’ll get back to you when we can, but in the meantime hold for groundstrike. Admiral, I’m sure I can get you talking to Commander Ferri, see if you can get her on our side…” As Captain Parker got onto topics aimed for the Admiral’s ears only, Hallam was snipped from the channel and left to his own devices. In the mean-time, Reynolds was put back to work with preparing a short audio message for the forces ground side. “All ground-teams, this is operational command. Ensure radiological integrity and seal for overpressure, hold in place and brace for groundstrike. Charbydis out.” A final click and it was away, swept into the network and off to those plucky little sods on the ground. At long last, it was Reynolds chance to have a break…
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Post by lopez on Feb 18, 2010 20:48:14 GMT -6
OOC: Maxi i didnt know know if you were talking bout my sniper so i will go with you were.
IC: Lopez nodded and sent his men over to the nearby ridge. Everyone got to a well placed position and Kody waited for the Spartan to make his move to cover him. "Keep your eyes open."
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Post by SuperCommando on Feb 18, 2010 22:47:29 GMT -6
SPARTAN-009 (Silas) | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | Target Hades, Western Approach |
Silas looked over to Warrent Officer Colsten. The heavy weapons drop Colsten requested was a masterstroke of quick thinking, so the Spartan expressed his appreciation as best he could – with a silent nod of approval. The the feeling of urgency still burned within him, but he fought to suppress it. Despite his better judgment, he still considered rushing ahead to support Lieutenant Murphy. But without the heavier ordnance from the drop, he wouldn’t be as effective, and thus as helpful, as he could be. He resolved to acquire the heavy gear first, and then he’d see what the tactical situation called for. He began to march, considering contacting the Lieutenant for a status report. Was he all right? Did he even need help at all? But how had the Covenant detected his spec ops group in the first place? Would he put Murphy in further danger if he tried to establish contact? Before he could decide to radio or not, a brief dot flashed on the far rim of his motion tracker, wiping away all thought unrelated to right-here-right-now. The single dot was red. IFF unknown or hostile. The enemy was here already? It was gone again the next instant. So… bastard was hiding, eh? But was he alone, or merely the tip of the spear? He threw a hand in front of the nearby Corporal Andrew Deiran before he could get too far, then quickly moved to the cover of a nearby boulder. Then he pointed to the direction of the contact. “Eyes up. Single enemy target detected.” Even though Silas was talking to Andrew, he made sure to be speaking over the comm so all of Alpha could hear it. It also had the little bonus of being inaudible to whatever enemy was nearby. He peered ever so slightly around his cover. For now, he couldn’t see anything over there but more large jagged rocks. Great. This was getting to be more complicated then it needed to be…
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Post by xxshadowspartanxx on Feb 20, 2010 0:40:14 GMT -6
Naarui was standing, in a bloodrage, over the area of the first explosion. He stood there, still, for a few moments before realizing that no enemy was immediately present, he turned on his active camp and slowly jogged to a nearby boulder so that no one could detect him on any sonar/sensor. Naarui needed to send onecvotal comm to his comrade, then the ship master, but he didn't have much time and little slack to talk at all without being unheard.
"this is assassin commander naarui keshkralee... Major nagalee, ready your rod gun. Stay aboard the ship! Shri toga, sir, engaging a Spartan... Out. he wispered quickly onto his comm before completey turning it off to avoid detection.
Naarui peered around the boulder quietly, campflauged. He briefly layed eyes on a Spartan, silas, before it despersed behind a cluster of boulders. Was naarui compromised? Was he even a threat? If the Spartan had detected naarui, he would covertly engage, otherwise, he'd avoid combat entirely, being outmanned by the marines around In the distance.
He waited, sword in hand and crouched, to see if they would pass the boulder he hid behind.
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Post by xxshadowspartanxx on Feb 20, 2010 18:21:18 GMT -6
Major Ntak 'nagalee | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | AC Pious Charity, Grav Lift Bay |
Ntak recieved a short and fuzzy message from a covenant force on his line. It was his commander, Na'arui. He requested that Ntak finish gathering the remaining stealth-capable Elites and guard the Grav Lift from within the ship. Ntak knew his mission objectives well. Command the ragtag group of active camoflauge elites, protect the gravity lift within the ship, and destroy it at all costs as a final resort should the humans breach the ship. Stubborn fool, he will not make it alone... I must give aid. Nagalee thought to himself aloud. He thought about two crucial factors in the current situation at hand; he had to guard the grav lift and protect it from the advancing marines at any cost, but on the other hand, he could not take the risk of Na'arui being spotted while alone. He could use that as a chance to halt one group of the marines before they even reached the belly of the ship. It was a hard call, but he gave it a moment to think and rationalize. "Alright," he said loudly and firm, to all the troops. "I expect that each of you will give your life in the protection of this gravity lift, and this proud ship. Do not let down the Covenant with a half-hearted effort. I must aid our fellow commander, who is trapped between the crater's rim and a [spartan]. Those of you with the courage to follow me, please step forward..." Nagalee said firmly. His eyes were sharp and still, and he stood with his head held high, and hands clasped behind his back. His aura was firm and said step forward, or I'll gut you before the Humans do. Four camo-capable elites stepped forward. A few of them, slowly and a little hesitant, but not scared. One by one, each held his fist above his breast and his head held high. One spoke. " We shall go with you, Major, and I do expect to show the Humans the pious and might of the Sangheili." The Elite nodded, then quieted. Ntak 'Nagalee turned around quickly and waved a hand above him signaling the rest to come. Together, elite after elite entered the grav lift, until each of them was racing to the bottom. Two of the elites were outfitted with Plasma Rifles. One had a Carbine. And the last had two Plasma Pistols with full batteries, and a few Plasma grenades. As for 'Nagalee, he always carried with him his trusty Fuel Rod Gun, his standard-issued weapon when he joined Na'arui 'Keshkralee's unit. "Alright, brethren! Enter stealth, and ready your guard. Make way to 'Keshkralee, but avoid being detected!" Ntak spoke low but firm. Each elite went into active camoflauge and jogged towards the back end of the ship, where apparently Na'arui and Silas were. However, this team of five Sangheili didn't know the exact numbers or whereabouts. They might be able to be seen moving on a motion sensor as one or two speed up, but each was careful not to leave the pack or move too fast.
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Post by dusty on Feb 20, 2010 20:43:33 GMT -6
"Foxtrot! Get to cover. We don’t need any thing to go flying and kill us!" The squad ran to a pile of large rocks on the outskirts on the crater. Possibly rubble moved when they made the kill zone. "All Electronics off. I'm not sure if an EMP will effect things that are off, so try it. Now Dig a trench Fast! We need to be sheltered. Radios off" Dusty pulled a small cover on his chest up and pressed a button. It turned off all power in his HEV suit. Then he removed a small entrenching shovel, and with the rest of Foxtrot started to work double time to dig a decent sized hole to take shelter in. they got about halfway up to their thighs before 8 stopped them with signals. They all crouched down in it, and 8 pulled a large tarp out of his kit, and covered the trench as best he could and then sat down in it. It was uncomfortable, but hopefully it would provide the best protection. And the tarp would be covered in the dust, helping hide foxtrot in the aftermath. Each squad member went through a mental checklist and made sure their suits would allow them to survive the bomb. Once they did this, all they could do was pray.
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Post by SuperCommando on Feb 21, 2010 0:23:15 GMT -6
SPARTAN-009 (Silas) | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | Target Hades, Western Approach |
With his back pressed to the rocky cover, Silas took a knee in order to lower his visual profile. Then he took another peek around the side. Contact…zero. Movement…none. Motion tracker…still dark. Whatever he had picked up just now either hadn’t moved or was creeping too slow for the tracker to register. Well… that left the Spartan two options: advance or wait. Both had their drawbacks. He found himself leaning more towards advance. There was no time to waste playing hide and seek, not with the assault underway. And in all likelihood, that contact was probably just a scout. He placed his bets on Jackal recon. Dangerous, sure, but easy enough to mow down while storming the crater. Before either action could be taken, however, a short, unexpected radio message buzzed in his ears. “All ground-teams, this is operational command. Ensure radiological integrity and seal for overpressure, hold in place and brace for groundstrike. Charbydis out.”Silas felt his eyes grow wide. Radiation? Overpressure? Ground strike? Looks like command just gave him a third option. His head snapped sideways, looking to Corporal Andrew in a ‘ did you just hear that too!?’ kind of gesture. Without a word, Silas scrambled backwards. Moving in a crouch, shotgun trained on the outcroppings ahead, he fell back. He made sure to always keep a rock between him and the direction of first contact so as to conceal his withdrawal as best he could. It’s not like it was very far at all back to where the the skirmish with the Covenant patrol and Alpha Platoon were anyway. He found himself a nice little niche in the shadow of some waist-high rocks in the gently sloping landscape and pressed himself in. Laying prone in the niche, he was as ready as he'd ever be. Blinking at several readouts on his HUD, he double-checked his MJOLNIR suit’s integrity. With all the angry red coloring, the sharply jagged rocks all over, and the fiery dust swirling through the air, this planet looked an awful lot like hell. It wasn’t an original analogy by far, but that comparison stood out in the Spartan’s mind as he scanned the skies and waited.
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Post by Soulstep on Feb 21, 2010 3:58:53 GMT -6
((OOC: Sorry Swan Dive, looks like ur sword isn't getting any action just yet...)) Corporal Andrew Deiran Indigo Squad Target Hades Western Approach |
“All ground-teams, this is operational command. Ensure radiological integrity and seal for overpressure, hold in place and brace for groundstrike. Charbydis out.”Andrew's face paled under his mask as he stared at the SPARTAN, before he fell back. He shook sense back into himself, before yelling over the comms, "Indigo! Fall back, I repeat, fall back!" He broke away from cover, staying as low and moving as fast as he could. "Stay behind me!" he shouted, before spotting a considerably deep crater. He slid down the slope, and lay down as the rest of Indigo arrived inside too. "What the hell are they thinking?" Ben screamed, and, for once, the rest of the squad was inclined to agree.
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Post by caster on Feb 24, 2010 15:41:46 GMT -6
Executive Officer Shri T'ova | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | Assault Carrier Pious Charity, Gravity Lift Bay |
Shri T'ova listened to the command frequency on the battlenet. "Sub-Master, all lances have reported in. No contact with the enemy aside from those along the ridge line. No lances have any visual on enemy combatants. No confirmation of enemy troop strength, or posture. No contact with science team since they flatlined." Shri sent no acknowledgment. Shri had to think from the human stand-point. They were discovered.....Two options, press the assault and take heavy casualties or.....Regroup and send in heavier support. Shri rubbed the side of his face. The humans had to have what the Charity didn't - orbital support. That would be the deciding factor in this engagement. Whether the Covenant would reinforce the Charity before they were overwhelmed. The two seraphs in orbit guarding the Luminous Relays, had still not detected any human signatures. The satellites were still broadcasting the original distress beacon, along with updated status reports of the ship as a whole....Not the personnel on board. There had to be a reason the humans had not destroyed them outright from orbit. They must want something else....Perhaps the confirmation of the data destruction. That couldn't be verified from orbit....Sending recovery teams through the destruction of the Charity would take.....years....decades even. Shri walked along the razor edge of human disparity. The harder the fight, the more likely destruction would fall from the skies.....Unless....Perhaps if enough humans were on board.....The commanders would think twice before firing on the Charity. The humans were sometimes weak willed....Unable to sacrifice soldiers for the cause. Soldiers were not sacrifices. They were the means......The way to victory was to sail on the blood of the dead. Shri had two options he was considering. Collapse outer defenses and make the stand inside the Charity. Riskier, but may save them from orbital annihilation. Or, maintain defensive posture and attempt to keep out the humans by force. Either had drawbacks.....Shri would take the middle action and feel out where it got him. Shri's voice echoed on the public address system on board the ship. "Collapse exterior defenses. Pull back the tanks from the hangers and seal accesses. Pull back half of ground compliment, starting with lower races first. Put point defense lasers into standby mode and route auxiliary power to shielding." The artillery support was offline, so too were the laser turrets....Half of the ground team would be filtering up the gravity lift. They would assist in hastening the lock down of the ship, and booby trapping of the various corridors. Would the humans see the action in time to goad them into pressing their attack? Hopefully. Cpl. Leon Carson - 1MSOB27 | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | South-West of Target Hades |
“All ground-teams, this is operational command. Ensure radiological integrity and seal for overpressure, hold in place and brace for groundstrike. Charbydis out.”Samson looked to 8, who was already holing up. "You heard the message get to cover, now!" Carson pulled Flores as he turned from the rock face and headed towards an outcropping. The rest of the team was under it as well. Hopefully the blast would be on target, a few degrees off could have the strike landing on top of them. He wished for more warning than this. "Fuckin' SPARTAN's, dude." Carson muttered to himself. He looked to Renters and Flores to see if his view was shared or if he was out of line.
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Post by zim565 on Feb 24, 2010 17:24:33 GMT -6
"Wow, wow!" Flores said as Carson pulled him, he look back at Samson
"There is no need for the nuke! Sarge! Listen to me! We still have the element of surprise! We can get behind them! Let them know! Let command know!! We dont need to blow this place to 7´th hell!"
Flores was furious, they were going to nuke them and it wasen´t even necessary, Bravo could get behind the enemy and with out blowing and contaminating the entire place, he look back at Carson
"Fucking Spartan? That dosen´t even covers it all! That son of a bitch, his stupidity and impatience will send us all to hell!"
Flores moved his head side to side, he finally stood up and quickly ran next to Lyons.
"You know what if Im gonna get kill because a Spartan got cocky, I´m gonna get that kiss"
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Post by dusty on Feb 24, 2010 17:34:51 GMT -6
8 looked at foxtrot. "Extend the trench to let them in! its gonna be a tight fit though" Each member removed their entrenching tools and began adding more space, down and wider. They moved as fast as possible, working double time and with adrenaline fueling them. Dusty couldn't see without his electronic visor, as it made filtering out the dust impossible. So he jsut kept digging. "Stop! Stop!" The trench was wide enough to accomidate 7 more people, and comfortably deeper too. "Come on get in. 8 said, and once this had been done stretched the tarp over the hole.
(Zim, taking off your helmet right now would be unadvised. Toxic enviornment and all. Maybe she could bump her helmet against yours?)
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Post by inhert on Feb 25, 2010 21:01:56 GMT -6
Lieutenant Samuel “Murph” Murphy | Surface of Lethe | The Crater Rim |
Under the now grey nano-Blanket Murph and Axe watched as the Jackal charged up the plasma pistol in his hand. The glowing green tip of the fully charged plasma pistol was point directly at Murph’s blanket. Murph only had one option before the searing bolt of plasma cut into his back. In one fluid motion Mruph pulled the blanket off of him and whipped part of it at the Jackal’s arm. The tail of the blanket wrapped itself around the Jackal’s wrist, and with a tug of his blanket the Jackal was sent plasma pistol first into the ground. The green shot of the plasma pistol was sent into the ground at the Jackal’s feet as his its head slammed into the hard rocky ground. “Lets get to Clay and South.” Murph hollered to Axe as he stood and began to run along the rim of the crater to the location of team three under the tail of the Assault Carrier. Axe jumped from his prone position and followed after Murph. As Murph and Axe made their way around the crater Axe suddenly stopped when a message crackled over his radio, All ground-teams, this is operational command. Ensure radiological integrity and seal for overpressure, hold in place and brace for ground strike. Charbydis out. The message was from Recon-Five-Seven to all ground forces, and stopped Axe dead in his tracks. “Murph, stop we have a problem.” Axe called to Murph who stopped to turn and face Axe. “Five-Seven’s calling for all ground teams to prep for a nuclear strike. Shit just got real.” The opaque visor of Murph helmet hid the alarm the inhabited his face. With his voice shaking Murph relayed the message to Team Two as the made their way to their injured comrades of Team Three. “We’re not going to make it off this rock alive.” Yellow said jogging along the rim of the crater. “Doesn’t matter if we do we’re not leave Clay and South alone over there” Jester respond to Yellow as he activated his squad radio, “Team Two is continuing to Team Three’s location regardless.” Murph couldn’t help but agree with Jester sentiment of dying as a team. “Lets go” Murph said to Axe as he began to run again to Clay and South’s location. As soon as he started he stopped noticing the lack of activity on the bottom of the Assault Carrier, “Axe something’s happening” Axe noticed the lack of activity from the Assault Carrier’s Point Defense guns. Instinct took over Axe’s actions as he kneeled and activated his long range radio, “Recon-Five-Seven, Red Wing. The Assault Carrier is cooling down it’s weapons. No idea if it’s rabbitting. But the Point Defense guns are down.” Axe left his radio active as he stood and looked to Murph for the next course of action.
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Post by xxshadowspartanxx on Feb 26, 2010 14:03:26 GMT -6
((OOC: Shri try not to forget I radio'd in confirming visual on one spartan, and engaging.))
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Post by usefuldave on Feb 26, 2010 17:15:06 GMT -6
February 28th, 2531 | Military Time: 13:20 | Holding at 240 metres, 120km from target Hades. |
Command Bridge, UNSCS Welrod, Task Force Mirage “…Commander, can you confirm that you understand your orders?” Yen Ferri stared down at the order packet which had consumed her viewscreen, while it went against her current orders from Gorman, telling her to hold back and remain undetected; it was coming from even higher up in the command chain than her current commanding officer… “Aye sir, however I must make a note of the danger to ground forces from the proximity to-“ “Commander, this is not some hair-brained scheme from your section. We are trying the best we can to keep as many soldiers on the ground alive as we can. Now follow those orders to the letter, Admiral Cuttingham out.” The audio-link cut out, leaving the shimmering form of her orders shining in front of her, although she’d read every single letter of the document there was something she hadn’t noticed until now. Although there were several references regarding just how this operation would avoid endangering ground-forces, there wasn’t a single mention of what was being done to safe-guard her and her ship. She was being assigned a suicide mission, to save those who had already been directed onto – what seemed to her – a suicidal assignment of their own. This wasn’t how the ‘silent service’ was supposed to go, Ferri had signed up for the Prowlers, the jobs which required a ghost with a velvet touch, not to take some under-armoured hybrid in a charge against an assault carrier to buy time for those already dead. “Sadko, what’re the chances of success following the current plan?” The holo-tank set in the arm of her chair warmed up, bringing the image of the sea tsar’s favoured musician into focus beside her orders, where he could pass on his own analysis. “That would depend upon the status of Hades, as we lack any real-time intelligence beyond external damage. Assuming all damage sustained hasn’t affected their weaponry, we could be dead within a minimum of sixteen seconds assuming they would use anti-capital munitions.” Sixteen seconds, considering that Covenant anti-capital weaponry had to charge before it could be fired, it gave an idea of just how small a scale they were working on when restricted to a planetary battlefield. What would make a difference to that number though, was how long they would be in the Covenant sights, unlike space, Ferri knew that here they had the advantage of the horizon. “And how long will it take for us to transit the kill-zone?” The AI’s avatar didn’t seem awfully concerned regarding their possible plasma/laser based demise, simply plucking at its gusli as it let forth with the required information. “Assuming an acceleration of twenty-five metres per second, we would pass Hades twenty-two seconds after coming over the horizon, exiting the kill-zone would require a further twenty-two seconds.” Nearly a minute subjected to the firepower of an assault carrier? Even a damaged one could probably inflict enough damage on their stripped frigate. The effectiveness of Covenant weaponry on even a fully armoured ship was well known, what chance would a ship with half its armour replaced by ablative stealth sheathing have? And in addition, the orders stated that they were to supply the infantry with med-vac and additional supplies for them to secure a foothold inside the assault carrier. It wasn’t simply asking a lot of a single ship modified for low-observability, it was madness! Ferri remained in silence as she tried to think of any possible way to minimise the possibility of being engaged by the Covenant vessel. There was no doubt as to what sorts of speeds they would be doing, and there wasn’t sufficient terrain for physical protection no matter what they did… Unless they provided it for themselves. “Just how many nuclear weapons do we have onboard currently, Sadko?” “Twelve HORNET mines with a thirty-megaton yield, two SHIVA missiles rated at eighty-megaton yield, six HAVOK missiles set to thirty-megatons and finally, twelve FURY tactical weapons at one megaton yield. SHIVAs and HORNETs are ready to deploy on your command, HAVOKs would have to be loaded onto the C709s prior to actual use.” As the Russian merchant-musician spoke, the gusli in his hands changed to reflect the weapon he was referring too, ranging from the oversized SHIVA missile with all safety locks removed to the comparatively miniscule Fury and its infantry-friendly characteristics. Had Sadko ever existed, he would’ve had a fit were his instrument replaced with one. “Alright then, so we’re not short on supplies to send down to the ground-forces, or to eliminate the carrier should it damage us to a combat-ineffective degree with conventional weaponry. So at least we should scratch it before we get hit, and if we can release the Pelicans before we hit the kill-zone they will have time to decelerate…” D77-TC ‘Echo-Two-Four’, Port Hangar Bay, UNSCS Welrod [/u] [/center] While most Pelican pilots were used to shuttling materiel from ship to planet all day long when on deployment, dropping out a frigate doing Mach 5 on its way to tangle with an assault carrier was something else entirely. Sure, it was little more than a glorified cargo run, but normal cargo runs didn’t have them dropping into the middle of an assault forces with nuclear weaponry onboard. Pilot Officer Frank Nichsolson looked through the copy of the cargo-list his crew-chief had passed over while she went back to confirm everything was being strapped down right. It wasn’t exactly the fact that they were carrying a nuke that was too bad; there were some pretty tight cargo-protocols for how to safely handle anything from a Fury to a Shiva. Unfortunately, those protocols often included a few limits on the sort of manoeuvres they should be pulling in flight, and nowhere on the list was there anything ‘bout being kicked out a burning frig’ in atmo… As long as the payload was strapped down well enough, it shouldn’t be too bad, seeing as nothing on the list could be considered dangerous enough to be worth kicking off as a crew danger. It was ironic really, the Pelicans bay was full of explosives, and yet none of them were even the slightest danger as long as the casings held and detonators were stored separately. Once again, the crew-chief slipped into a series of sharp and nasty curses regarding the payload, if it wasn’t strapped down properly, if it was mislabelled, if it was damaged packaging… It wasn’t hard to get used to something being wrong every flipping flight, and so he called back. “Whats going on back there? Some tawt stripped the heads off the pallet bolts or something?” “Some fookin’ arse’ole shoved the wrong fookin’ crate aboard, then they tightened it all down according to bloody regulations! They’ll want me to get the fookin’ thing off too!” Flight Sergeant Serina Handel wasn’t exactly the type to take stress management lessons, and it showed to anyone within earshot. “Read me back the damn cargo-list!” A quick glance at the list, which was supposed to be plenty of boom it seemed… “Two fury tac-nukes, four M19s with a reload each, two C12 damage packs, one crate of C7, three stretchers and a LAU-65D.” All jargon which should eventually turn out to be weaponry. “Sod the LAU, they’ve shoved in a fookin’ flamethrower! The ignorant bastards couldn’t even read a label!” And considering how much those ground-forces needed the right supplies for the job, it wasn’t just one pissed off crew-chief who had a right to be annoyed at that. “Yea? Well we’re running on a schedule here, get the medic onboard and tighten him up, we’ll be doing some pretty unpleasant stuff until we get down to the recommended flight speeds.” Frank himself was strapped in already, the co-pilot was set to join them in a moment, having departed to ensure that no ‘brown-bag’ situations occurred mid-drop. There was time for a quick check up on Echo-Two-Five also, sharing the same hangar with his ship meant that he could shout over if he wanted to… thing was, that’d pro’ly piss off some loadie who had messed up already, so he checked up on the network, according to the report filled by their crew-chief, everything was all fine, so why the hell did theirs mess up? What was unusual though, was that there seemed to the activity in the starboard hangar bay, and that was where the Longswords were stationed, yet the briefing had said nothing at all about any fighter escort, just that Welrod might have to pull off some rather unpleasant evasive manoeuvres. The sound of the Pelican’s bay door closing followed by c- supposedly – impact absorbing crates groaning as someone crawled over them indicated the return of his co-pilot, now hopefully in less danger of unwanted evacuation procedures. “The doc’s in, and I’ve made sure we’ve got enough gear for everyone in case of hull breach, so signal the boss and lets get going.” Frank held up a hand, turning back to shout into the rear before he sealed the divider between the two compartments. “Does the doc have his sickbag on yet?” Command Bridge, UNSCS Welrod, Task Force Mirage “Echo Flight reports green, all aboard and ready to deploy, but Foxtrot is having trouble arming the package, they’re requesting permission to load the red-pill instead.” Operations broke the silence on the bridge with a simple report/request combination, if one that was a little more loaded than the usual. While Ferri wasn’t exactly one to reject extra firepower, when the firepower would result in them getting court-marshalled at the very least – oh, and toasting a few dozen infantry into the deal – she would rather try it without. “Denied, we’re going to have to run without it instead. However, if that ship launches a plasma torpedo, Sadko has orders to slag it no matter what.” The avatar standing idly in the holo-tank nodded, not minding that operations couldn’t even see it. “In that scenario, where the carrier has proved itself to be fully operational and capable of countering an assault, we will follow our previous orders and service the target to ensure complete destruction of captured stellar cartography. However, chances of survival are below those without nuclear deployment due to the ranges involved.” Ferri continued on after Sadko, her tone changing as professionalism gave way under pressure of what could soon be death, and a little attempt at inspiration couldn’t hurt, right? “So, if I may use one of Gorman’s favoured terms, we’re up shit creek without a paddle. Either we come out of this alive, or we don’t come out of it at all because Gorman is a stubborn git and Cuttingham thinks that the expendables are going to be able to actually do something. The thing is, if they even get to do anything, it will be because WE blew the fuck out of that ship!” “Ma’am, might I suggest leaving the cliche speechs to the navy?” Navigation didn’t take too well to that really, it was one thing to know that you were going to quite possibly be a carbonised husk in a pile of slag. It was another to have your commanding officer pull a speech out their arse to try and justify it. “Sorry to offend you, Lieutenant, but the Navy seems to want us to solve their problems just because they can’t realise the obvious. Sadko, weapons are free and you have the helm.” An apology, just before starting the sequence of events that might lead to a letter getting sent home along with a shoebox sized collection of the crews remaining body parts. The reply from the AI wasn’t the usual meek acknowledgement of the order followed by putting it into action, instead it was the ship-wide intercom channel being opened as the Russian-accented voice spoke up. “All hands, brace for combat gees.” The fusion-torch which consumed the Frigate’s stern-superstructure was the standard variant which powered many of the UNSC’s frigates through the vacuum, with its deuterium based fusion providing both thrust and specific impulse. The thrust resulted in a brilliant rate of acceleration, capable not only of providing the frigate with atmospheric capability, but also high manoeuvrability under those conditions. This was reflected in a 2.5g acceleration even with atmospheric drag, pressing crew-members back into their seats even after they had prepared for it. This wasn’t just fancy flying though, as not only would it decrease the time they had to spend in the assault carrier’s kill-zone. At their current rate of acceleration it would take a mere 97 seconds to reach their target physically, however they didn’t have to reach their target physically to fufill their objective. Launching their missiles from over the horizon could shave a good seven seconds off their flight-time, minimising the chance of the Covenant getting in a shot before Welrod’s own arrived. By the time they crossed into the kill-zone, Welrod would be travelling nearly two-kilometres per second, and by the time it passed over the heads of the infantry it would just be breaking the seventh barrier of sound. Several kilotons of frigate travelling at those speeds a mere ten-metres from the surface of Lethe would be madness, were it not for Sadko’s piloting. A mere ten-metres altitude wouldn’t do for releasing the Pelicans through, that instead required a sudden and sharp pull up to a thousand metres before kicking the two out to fend for themselves. The risky part in this manoeuvre was trying not to cook the two drop-ships with the frigate’s fusion plume, but that was avoided by lateral thrusters to ensure that the ships were out of the exhaust path before returning to ten-metres. Running this low, the frigate would’ve been in danger of colliding with any object of reasonable height were it not for the fact that the sheer amount of surveillance directed upon the area, when analysed by an AI made for a far better route-planner than any second-lieutenant with a map. Three seconds before crossing into the kill-zone, Sadko began the process of ‘flushing pods’, normally the term referred to a simultaneous launching of every single Archer-pod aboard the vessel. In this case, Sadko was spacing the launches at four pods a second, resulting in a total of three-hundred and sixty missiles in the air by the time it crossed the horizon and came into the kill-zone, sonic-booms and the roar of a fusion drive unleashed following in its wake. Each Archer missile was initially doing at least 1800 m/s as it sat in the pod awaiting the launch, a mere second after launch the motor was online and sending the missile screaming outbound at an acceleration of a hundred-times gravity a second. Even though they were usually used in vacuum, in atmosphere the sheer amount of fiction built up by an Archer travelling at full acceleration caused the nose-cone to heat to a temperature exceeding that of the motor powering it. Expected time to impact? Fifteen seconds. Targets? Every single weapon upon the assault carrier, and any missile spare would slam into the crater basin to tear into the ground forces. Yet that wasn’t the only weapon Welrod had ready to fire, aside from the ‘last-chance’ SHIVAs lurking in their tubes the Magnetic Accelerator Cannon had long been ready to fire. At the very moment that target Hades came into view, Sadko minutely adjusted the ships heading, and fired. The travel time between muzzle and the target's prow at such a close range of merely forty-five kilometres wasn’t even two seconds. The evasion plan for this wasn’t anything complicated, simply rolling the Welrod along its long axis and tearing through the air-space between Hades and the crater. This could be risky, but that was why Sadko was driving rather than a human, reaction times would at least allow him to take the carrier with them should anything go wrong. Command Bridge, UNSCS Charbydis, ‘ONI Recon-Five-Seven’, Prowler Corps Now that Reynolds had some food in his belly, there wasn’t anything wrong in returning to his work-station, once again lording it over the communication links that kept the whole operation together. And whoops, déjà vu seemed to strike for him today, maybe it was something in the Panini he’d had? “Recon-Five-Seven, Red Wing. The Assault Carrier is cooling down it’s weapons. No idea if it’s rabbitting. But the Point Defense guns are down.” Huh, but hadn’t the officers just called a group to get their bigwigs in a knot regarding that froody assault carrier and alls its Christmas-tree obliterating firepower? “Red Wing, Five-Seven. I believe HIGHCOM is dealing with the carrier, hang-tight and I’ll pass on the details as they’re sent my way.” So far, beyond a few messaged passed down to Commander Ferri, there hadn’t really been anything to pass onto the ONI team, so why feed them bullshit he didn’t have?
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Post by caster on Feb 27, 2010 18:26:01 GMT -6
Executive Officer Shri T'ova | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | Assault Carrier Pious Charity, Gravity Lift Bay |
The interference of the planet Lethe all but blinded the long range sensors of the Charity. The weapon systems remained offline. As Shri stopped near the entrance to Engineering from the Gravity Lift, a ear splitting shock wave blasted the interior of the Charity, Shri lost his footing and fell against the bulkhead. "Bridge, report!" "Unknown impact to port! Projection predicts -" The line was cut as a wash of several considerably smaller impacts shuttered the shields of the Charity. Shri entered one of the launch bays in time to see the silver shield flare against the impact of several human missiles. "Kal!" Shri yelled into the battlenet. "Human MAC weapon, followed by a missile barrage! Shields down to five percent!" "Route the cool down cycle power from the pulse lasers to shields. Deploy defensive options!" "Sub-Master, all weapon systems are cold. One torpedo could be launched, but the chances of a hit are slim before the ship crests through optimal targeting. Two seraphs are on patrol and could be routed." Shri clicked his lower mandibles. Two Seraphs would not likely stand a chance against the human ship. They would not be sent. The shields were half at what they were, and there was no way to fire back at the rapidly approaching frigate. ------SHIP EXTERIOR------- At the end of the barrage, the shields shimmered before fading away. The gravity lift beam cut out for moments as the dust cleared, the ship was listing to starboard and external light sources were burned out. The ship looked dead now. Cpl. Leon Carson - 1MSOB27 | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | South-West of Target Hades |
Carson checked his weapon, before he watched the streaking ordinance from the frigate streak into the crater. Lyons pushed Flores away. "Save it, Rookie." She blurted out. Her mood had changed considerably - what with the impending nuclear doom. A plume of dust blasted out of the crater. Carson could hardly see. If they team moved now, after that barrage, they would have a considerable advantage on the shell shocked Covenant, and the dust would hide their approach until they were on top of the Covenant. Had Carson known this strike was happening he would have advised against nuking the target. "Ours is not to wonder why, ours is to do or die." Carson thought.
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Post by SuperCommando on Feb 27, 2010 23:24:23 GMT -6
SPARTAN-009 (Silas) | West of Target Hades | Somewhere between Alpha and Indigo |
When he thought “ground strike”, the image of a bomb or a cluster of bombs streaking down from the clouds came to Silas’s mind, perhaps even with the accompanying sight of a Shortsword bomber aircraft. In this particular scenario, he scanned the skies from his prone position in his little niche in the ground for a big ‘ol nuke to appear, wondering to himself if he could spot the destruction coming. What he found instead blew his mind. The first thing to capture his attention was the sudden gale-force wind that blasted from seemingly nowhere, kicking up the ambient dust into a storm of fiery ember-like swirling particles. The pouches on his tac harness rattled and strained against the straps securing them. Small rocks swept through the air – a barrage picked up and carried by the tremendous force, and even some of the boulders began to roll. Silas ducked his head under his arm and craned his neck to see what was going on above. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but utter a small, astounded gasp. Spartan or not, anyone would be surprised if they saw nothing less than a UNSC Navy ship streak overhead, so very very low to the ground. And he was expecting a bomber? Hell, command just sent an entire goddamn frigate on a strafing run. The sky around the frigate filled with smoky trails as what looked like its full complement of Archer missiles exploded out towards Target Hades. A thunderous MAC blast tore the air. The very ground rumbled beneath him with the combined force of so many explosions, and his helmet’s audio buffers kicked in just to keep the noise from deafening him. The display was nothing short of spectacular. It made Silas swell with a strange feeling of pride. He realized with disappointment that he did not know the name of the daring officer commanding the frigate. Yeah, this was a suicide mission and everyone knew it. But everyone was damn well giving it all they had regardless. The Spartan lifted his hand to his helmet in a quick salute at the ship as it roared overhead.
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Post by zim565 on Mar 2, 2010 11:36:27 GMT -6
Flores almost hit the ground when Lyons pushed him away, quickly he looked over at the crater. He was not sure what was going on...the sudden plume of dust that came of it? What had happen? That wasnt a bomb? what was going on? This was a incredibly confusing and difficult first mission. He look back at Carson.
"Carson! We can use the dust to get close with out being seen! Or at least I think we can!"
He look back at the crater, then back at his gun and finally to Renters
"So happy trigger...want to make it double or nothing?"
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Post by Soulstep on Mar 2, 2010 14:09:46 GMT -6
Corporal Andrew Deiran Indigo Squad Target Hades Western Approach |
"HOLY SH-" Adam's exclamation was drowned out by the near-deafening noise that seemed to erupt from everywhere. Shockwaves pinned them to the crater floor as the UNSC ship rumbled towards the carrier. Andrew wasn't going to waste this chance. He began scrambling out of the crater, the rest of Indigo not far behind him. Reaching the top, he saw the AC take a hammering from the weaponry. "Soon as that supply drop lands, we're moving in!" he shouted over his shoulder.
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Post by monkeyjoe14 on Mar 2, 2010 16:44:59 GMT -6
Spartan-Joe-178 Joe watched as the UNSC ship fire onto the AC. Missiles glided across the sky and impacted on the ship's shields. The smoke cleared and the shield shimmered as they absorbed the impact. "Yeehaw, the cavalry's here", Churchill yelled happily. "About damn time", Joe responded. Joe pulled out his assault rifle and ran up to a rock to take cover. A group of three Brutes had been slowly advancing on Joe's position until the "distraction" had started. Joe leveled his rifle and took aim at the closest brute. He fired the entire clip into the brute, catching it off guard. The rounds bounced off the Brute's shield until they gave out, several rounds penetrated the Brute's upper right torso. The Brute howled in pain as Joe emptied the remaining rounds into the Brute. The Brute fell where it stood and it's teammates fired at Joe. Joe instinctively took cover behind the rock he was standing behind. Joe heard the Brute's yell and grabbed one of the grenades on his belt. "Remind me to thank Evan for the weaponry", Joe told Churchill with a laugh. Joe reloaded his rifle and tossed the grenade after pulling the pin. There was an explosion signalling for Joe to fire. He turned and fired on the two remaining Brutes that were stunned and shieldless from the grenade. Joe finished the Brutes off before looking back at the battle in the sky. "Better get things done soon", Joe sighed.
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Post by Seraph on Mar 4, 2010 20:06:16 GMT -6
(Just catching up with events. Sorry if its long or awkward.)) Minor Ramia Sraomee
System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe
AC Pious Charity, Barracks |
For nearly two week cycles have passed and it seemed that anything significant had occurred since the retreat from Arcadia. Whatever had been taking the repairs so long to complete was not helping the quickly draining patience of one Sangheili Minor. Ramia was becoming restless and she had been running ragged all over the ship assisting in whatever menial task she could find. Anything to try and occupy her time so she did not have to sit around in the dull, buzzing atmosphere of the ship. Currently Ramia was in a deep asleep in the barracks in the far corner of a side room. No light shown in the room save for the glow of a few wall panels and the small lights that lined the door. Slumped against the wall in a black gel body suit with her armor stacked neatly beside her. She had a plasma pistol loosely gripped in her hand, just in case. The Minor didn't trust anyone particularly on the ship except her brother and partner So'dhri. A female in the military and she knew there would be some easily stirred by such controversy. As Ramia slept vibrations resonated throughout the ship, lightly shaking the room and grew more intense, then slowly faded till all was still again. Her muscles jerked slightly making her jump into an alert state, her grip on the pistol tightened briefly but loosened as she relaxed. Raising her head Ramia scanned the room through half focused eyes trying to register what just occurred. She was alone in the dark room, just as she preferred it. Must have been another engine test in engineering she figured. Her attention turned to the stack of armor at her side the reflections of light glancing off its heavily polished surface in the darkness. It hung there for a moment for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping her lungs. Figuring it was nearing the time for her to make her rounds as she had done so for nearly two weeks. She sat there for ten minutes staring at her standard blue armor. The Minor was not thrilled as nothing would happen, that is until a electronic ping broke the silence and the door slid open letting in a bright light flood the room. Raising an arm to shield her eyes she could only make out a shadowed blur in the door way. "Who is there?" she sounded almost threatening, her displeasure of being disturbed was evident. It took a few moments for a reply. "Ramia, there you are! Get up and get your things." came the familiar voice of So'dhri. He sounded upset and he was breathing hard. "Something is amiss, come!" he urged as he took a couple steps closer. He immediately stopped advancing when the plasma pistol in his sister's hand came up to point at him. "You could have knocked..." she stated coldly. After a moment of awkward silence Ramia lowered the pistol and set it to the side. The surprised look on So'dhri's face was immediately was replaced by a hard expression. He did not appreciate it when she gave him an attitude. "Just get ready. I've brought you your weapons." he said in a sour tone, tossing her a carbine and two plasma grenades. She caught them as she stood up. Turning sharply So'dhri began walking out to wait for her outside. "There are reports starting to come in that a human presence has been detected and we..." he stopped abruptly. There was a violent shock that shook the whole ship, making it seem like the whole ship just got rammed head on. So'dhri fell forward and hit the floor hard, Ramia was swept off her feet and her back hit the wall just as hard. When the quake ended, they both recovered Ramia shot the Minor a perplexed and weary look to an equally alarmed So'dhri. "By the gods!" The female exclaimed. That could not have been the engines this time. "The humans..." he voiced her exact thoughts with in a low menacing growl that reverberated from his throat. Ramia clicked her mandibles and shuddered in anticipation and excitement. As soon as she nodded to So'dri he was already upholstering the plasma rifle on his thigh. "Make haste. I'll wait in the corridor." he finished and turned to leave. "Oh I will dear brother, I will." The equivalent of a eager grin creeped onto her face along with a mischievous look in her eyes. The Sangheili went about equipping herself with her armor and weapons. She took her time, checking her weapons and securing them to there appropriate places. Lastly gingerly picking up her helmet and placing it upon her head. Carbine in hand she strode gracefully out the door and through the barracks and out into the hall. The siblings nodded in unison and were already making their way through the ship toward the grav lift bay. "Soon..." Ramia thought to herself, "very soon...
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Post by inhert on Mar 4, 2010 22:44:16 GMT -6
Lieutenant Samuel “Murph” Murphy | Surface of Lethe | The Crater Rim |
The impact of the Archers Missiles on the Shield of the Assault Carrier had a concussive force that shook the air around Murph and Axe. As the shock waves from the explosions rolled over them Murph and Axe dove to the ground. Both moved their heads to get a better view of the ship a rainbow beam slammed into the Assault Carrier’s shield. This beam hit the shield with an even larger concussive force then the missile barrage. As Murph and Axe where forced into the ground by the shockwave they realized that this could be their death. Murph didn’t have time to realize they were still alive when a third shockwave rocked them; this one was accompanied with a different sound then the enormous explosions from the missile barrage and the second impact. This sound was as if they were in free fall through a hurricane inside a tornado strapped to a fusion-torch of a UNSC Spaceship. “HOLY SHIT!” Murph yelled above the ringing in his ears, when the sounds and shockwaves subsided. Next to him Axe only responded with a loud series of grunts in a vain attempt to make the ringing go away. Looking around the horizon as he stood Murph spotted the silhouette of a Mirage Frigate take an atmospheric escape trajectory. “OKWELL THAT WASN’T A NUKE”, Axe commented as he lifted himself from the ground, “THOSE GUYS HAVE TO BE THE CRAZIEST FUCKS THIS SIDE OF REACH.” “YEAH REMIND ME TO BUY ‘EM A ROUND WHEN WE MAKE IT THROUGH THIS.” Murph added to Axe’s comment on the sanity of the crew of Welrod. “THE ENTIRE CREW?” Axe questioned Mruph’s willingness to thank the crew of the Frigate. “YEAH, ALL OF ‘EM. GET ON THE HORN TO ONE OF THOSE PELICANS COMING DOWN.” Murph ordered Axe as he pointed to one of the specks on the horizon that where marked through his HUD as Pelicans from the Welrod. Axe pause to tune to the Pelican’s frequency and watched as Mruph started to run again to where Clay and South’s position. “GHOSTRIDER, RED WING.” Axe hailed one of the incoming Pelican’s. Their proximity to the Assault Carrier resulted in the members of the Special Operations Group getting their ear drums popped by the shockwaves. The result was what the team members was thought an appropriate voice level was a yell, “GHOSTRIDER REQUEST IMDIATE EVAC FOR ALL RED WING AT FOLLOWING COORDS.” Axe added the location of Clay and South, and took off running to catch up to Murph. The barrage of munitions from the Welrod decimated the Assault Carrier’s shields. This was a completely new occurrence to happen in atmosphere the result was a light flurry of embers. The embers were a combination of dust kicked up by the shockwaves superheated by the discharged energy shield and the tungsten slug of the MAC cannon. As Murph and Axe pushed to Clay and South’s position they were present with the scene of what a snowfall in hell would look like. The four combat effective members of SOG-A reached the location of Clay and South at the same time. As they did Clay looked up from tending to the paralyzed South. “HE’S CAN’T MOVE HIS LEGS”, Clay told Murph, Axe, Jester, and Yellow as they look at their injured comrade, “THEY CAN FIX HIM UP IF WE GET TO A MED BAY.” “OK EVAC’S ON ITS WAY WE’RE GETTING OFF THIS ROCK.” Murph responded, his response was greeted by glares from his fellow teammates, “WHAT, ONLY TEMPORARILY.” SOG-A’s job wasn’t done until the mission was complete. The team watched as their Pelican, a growing speck on the horizon became larger.
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Post by usefuldave on Mar 5, 2010 16:39:25 GMT -6
D77-TC ‘Echo-Two-Four’, holding at fifty-metres altitude and en-route to Alpha-Company, Lethe. [/u] [/center] Some people would say that dropping in from orbit was the most exciting thing a Pelican could ever do in the course of its operations, some people tended to disagree and point towards the few instances of Dropships being caught on the edge of nuclear detonations. While Pilot Officer Frank Nichsolson hadn’t exactly been caught in any of them, he would probably rate the experience he’d just encountered as even worse. While the Pelican was designed to withstand the far-worse forces of re-entry, the process undertaken then normally involved less stress placed upon the actually occupants of the aircraft rather than the airframe. Thankfully though, the two Pelicans had been able to descend to their assigned operating altitude without even the loss of a single cargo pod. Each Pelican was loaded with an almost identical cargo, consisting of not only weapons and ammunition, but also stretchers and a medic to ensure the safe evacuation of any wounded. The problem with this combination though, was the requirement to first unload all the cargo which would otherwise prevent them from getting the wounded onboard, which could unfortunately result in the death of some who otherwise might’ve lived. Hopefully there would be time enough to avoid that, as already he could hear Handel beginning to unstrap the various crates and ordnance which was secured in the cargo bay. The medic on the other hand, he’d hoped would stay strapped into his seat, as not even the bags fitted in place had stopped the rather liquid noises coming through over the intercom. Well, at least it’d stopped him getting it all over the seats… The radio crackled as another user slipped onto the net, and unfortunately, they seemed to have their outgoing volume set way too high for anyone with intact eardrums remaining. “GHOSTRIDER, RED WING.” Both of the pilots in the cockpit cringed at this sudden violation of their ears, turning to look at each other to confirm what they were hearing. “The hell?” But it didn’t even let up to give their poor ears a rest. “GHOSTRIDER REQUEST IMMEDIATE EVAC FOR ALL RED WING AT FOLLOWING COORDS.” Alright, seemed like this wasn’t some arse on the com-net, but someone with an actual requirement to be fulfilled and those co-ordinates didn’t look too good on the tactical display either… Damn, if any Covenant forces tried to bug out from that caulked assault carrier they would probably land right on top of them. "Red-Wing this is Echo-Two-Four, we are inbound for extraction, note that we're abit full up though, so you might have to squeeze in a little bit." It was worth making the rest of the infantry wait a few minutes for their new toys, especially as they’d already taken a pounding according to earlier reports, so more than worth calling in a small delay. “Alpha-Charlie, this is Echo-Flight. Supplies might be delayed a few minutes, we’re moving to extract Red-Wing before things heat up down there.” Not that it would matter for their cargo-pods, but the supplies the infantry needed most were in the cargo-bay, and so would have to be unstrapped and carried out by hand rather than dropping them off in a flyby. That was what they did, over lying Alpha Company with each Pelican delivering a payload of six cargo pods. Each set of six cargo-pods contained a quartet of M247 GPMGs, each with a pair of four-hundred round belt boxes nestled in each pod. Those four GPMGs were supplemented by a most unusual addition to the arsenal of ground forces, the weapon itself had to be split over two pods due to its sheer bulk and that of the required power-pack. The M99 Special Application Scoped Rifle made to S2AM look like a child toy, and it came with enough ammunition and charge in the power pack for a good forty shots each. These pods made a total of eight M247s and two M99s delivered to the ground-teams, weaponry which would be followed up by the main drop once Echo-Flight had pulled Red Wing’s arse out of the metaphorical fire. The two Pelicans kept at an altitude of fifty-metres as they closed upon the crater, the pilots within each flicking weaponry from safe to armed. “Echo-Two-Five this is Echo-Two-Four, you are clear for gun-run on the crater rim, try to avoid our guys and just keep any Covenant you see down on the ground. If anything heavy gets fired at you, zap it with the ANVIL-IIs. For everything else, just spray it with 70mm.” And so as the two birds closed into range, they lit up the crater with their 70mm chainguns mounted under their nose, spraying the already disorientated forces with good ol’ HE death. That wasn’t their aim though, and while Two-Five kept up the hail of death, pumping 70mm rounds down-range towards the section rear of the assault carrier as he curved to cover the entire rim, Two-Four was popping the hatch open and descending upon provided co-ordinates. Sitting there in the cargo-bay was both a rather sickly looking medic and a pretty pissed off Crew-Chief Serina Handel with an M7 at the ready as she searched for Covenant. “GET THE HELL IN HERE NOW!”
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Post by SuperCommando on Mar 7, 2010 21:27:06 GMT -6
SPARTAN-009 (Silas) | West of Target Hades | Supply drop site |
With the Welrod long gone, dust still swirling through the air in its chaotic wake, the Pelican dropships of Echo Flight now made their preliminary supply drop on their way to rescue Lt. Murphy’s team. Silas scrambled to his feet as the pods rained from above and speared themselves into the ground not too far away. He hustled over to the cluster of resupply canisters – a dozen reinforced capsules bearing fresh weaponry. One stray pod had gotten lodged at chest-height in a large rock at the edge of the drop zone, sticking out at an upward angle... an inevitable result of the combined hurried drop and uncompromising terrain. The Spartan grasped the pod with both hands and, with a small struggle, managed to pry it free. Laying the pod on the ground, he popped off the front panel, which had been forced shut in the rock instead of automatically disengaging. He recognized what awaited inside as a portable M247 General Purpose Machine Gun, with a foldable bipod and two box magazines. Glancing at the surrounding pods, he saw that a little more than half the compliment were GPMGs, and the rest contained parts of disassembled M99s, which were essentially handheld MAC cannons. In all, not a half-bad payload. Silas wondered what the yet-to-be-deployed load contained. Silas opened a comm channel to Corporal Andrew’s squad, who had gone running to the top of the crater just after the Welrod’s run. “Indigo, this is Sierra zero zero nine. Supply drop confirmed. We’ve got M247s and M99s. Need me to bring any ordnance to your position?”
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Post by caster on Mar 9, 2010 18:56:06 GMT -6
Executive Officer Shri T'ova | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | Assault Carrier Pious Charity, Engineering |
The hallways were dark....Darker than usual. Only emergency floor and roof lights were active. The gentle hum, the lullaby of any naval ship had long since drifted into silence. Shri's heavy foot falls, reverberated down the hallway towards the engineering section. The footfalls stopped and a low rumble greeted him. Two glowing green orbs floated approximately fifteen feet away from him. The two hunters sidestepped to the side of the bulkhead - as much as the massive creatures could - Shri entered engineering, he saw the various groups running, moving, welding, computing....Shri headed towards the other white clad elite. "Status?" Shri asked standing behind the Engineering Foreman. "That last hit shook two of our seals loose. We are working to rectify that damage." "When will we be ready?" "After we finish patching the main line again. Shouldn't take long." "The engines can be started then?" "Yes, Sub-Master. However, without testing the main lines first, we could end up slagging the engines." "How long will that take?" Shri had thought that they were nearly in the clear. "Anywhere from five minutes to several hours. If we determine the patches won't hold, we have to go in again and solidify the repairs." The engineer had not looked to Shri this whole interaction, just looked over the holo-panel of the work being done. "That strike was the first, Foreman. Not the last. Make haste." Shri clicked his mandibles as he headed back towards the exit to engineering. Cpl. Leon Carson - 1MSOB27 | System: Gilese 876, Planet: Lethe | Eastern Approach to Target Hades |
Renters looked to Flores, he seemed to be the only one not worried about the strike that had just blown over them. His posture was still relaxed, it almost looked like if he could be eating a bag of chips he would be. Renters let out a laugh to what Flores proposed. "Hah! You're on, New Guy!" Renters gave the Rookie a thumbs up. "Good luck!" Renters looked to his light machine gun and charged the first round in, before looking back to the ridge they needed to pass through. Not that much could be seen in the massive plumes of dust. Carson's voice broke Bravo Companies radio. "Samson, Flores is right. We can push through this dust storm and probably sweep out a lot of contacts before we get pinned on." Samson returned. " Sergeant Redsont[/color], I want you're team to start moving to the weapons drop and get our share. Double time it." Samson looked over to Staff Sergeant Williams ("8") "Williams, you're guys ready to press?" Meanwhile, Carson could see that Sergeant Koopman was out of the frequency loop. Carson switched to the command frequency. Koopman's voice filtered through the speaker. " Hallam[/color], Koopman. Bravo is prepared to push. If we head through this dust storm we may get a bit of an advantage. We are sending one squad to rearm at the drop point. Permission for Bravo to press on the Eastern Approach - how copy- over." Carson didn't wait to hear the reply before switching back to Bravo's frequency. After a moment, it popped over to squad-communications. "Carson, new guys going double or nothing." Carson looked over his right shoulder, Flores[/color] was right behind him, Renters behind him. "I'm in." Carson spoke. His voice was a fraction tighter now. They were getting ready to go into the thick of it. Carson admired how Renters was always so relaxed - they had talked about that one time a while back.
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