Crashed Cruiser (IC)

[kartoffelfogel]

CNV Extant Miracle
Crashed CCS-class Battlecruiser
On surface of planet Kholo

Sub-Commander Hjan 'Lorasee was not having a good day.

The smoldering wreck of the once-proud Extant Miracle lay behind the haphazard Covenant encampment, half of its vaunted crew dead, and of the remaining half, several were injured, and little to no medical equipment was left--as if any of the dying soldiers would permit medical treatment and dishonor themselves for nothing.

The bivouacked Covenant remnants had structured a large base, protected from the north and east by the flaming ruin of their downed ship. None could pass through the shards and searing heat of that conflagration--they were safe from any attack there. Conscious of this fact, the Covenant had arranged three lines of defense ranging from south to west--lines replete with trenches, turrets, barricades, and watchful sentries.

Near the wreckage, a semblance of an armory had accreted. Repairs were being done, materials were being harvested, and even an emergency beacon and communicator were being set up next to whatever sensors they had left.

Near that was an airpad which housed their remaining vehicles. A few Banshees and Seraphs that had survived the crash floated above, while the remnant Spirits and Phantoms hovered close to the ground. The most important of all of these aircraft was the Haunt Boarding Pod--the largest craft they had. It would soon be filled with the reconnaissance data that they had gathered since the crash--varied data on troop movements and defense arrangements that the Extant Miracle had taken in-atmosphere. It would provide a crucial advantage to the Covenant Fleet--it would tell them where to glass.

The Sub-Commander turned his head, inclining it ever so slightly, to gaze at the small stone cairn that housed their former Shipmaster, Yrai 'Sykalai. The Shipmaster had died well, going down with the ship.They had lost many Unngoy in recovering the body.

Now, he was in command. He had recovered his Shipmaster's blade...and he would soon be forced to use it.

Across the plains that surrounded the crash site, there would be Humans coming...and he had to be ready.



COVENANT OBJECTIVES:
1. Survive. This is a holdout mission.
2. Protect the emergency beacon.
3. Get the Haunt boarding pod safely to the Fleet.

UNSC OBJECTIVES:
1. Slaughter the Covenant.
2. Destroy the beacon before the Covenant calls for help.


HERETIC OBJECTIVES:
1. Stop the Haunt from escaping.
2. Claim the armory to replenish supplies.

[Huka]

Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

A orbital insertion pod pierced through the atmosphere of the condemned planet, Kholo. Its front end starting to burn but repulsed by its energy shielding.

Inside the Inquisitor was enduring the unpleasant ride with sheer will. Fortunately, he have endured multiple drops before and have no desire to vomit.

Inside, the pod shook violently as it resisted the planet's desire to tear it apart, with Til in it, but Covenant metal will not yeld so easily.

Finally a massive vibration took the pod, indicating he have landed. With a snarl, he kicked the door open, and beheld a beautiful battlefield between a small creche of humans against the defenses of the fallen cruiser.

Chuckling, he was about to step forward, when he heard clicking. Turning his head, he saw a couple humans aiming their blasted rifles.

Snarling, he vanished quickly with his advanced camouflage before the bullets struck him. "Where did it go?" One of the humans yelled, looking around, before a floating energy blade sliced him from the neck to the waist. "Shaw-" the other cried before the blade impaled into his stomach to the shaft.

Gurgling in his own blood, the human was slowly lifted as the Inquisitor reappeared with a snarl. Lowering the body, he kicked it off his staff, and camouflaged again.

[kuran]

Phma 'Refumai
CNV Shadow of Intent
1.5km above crashed Cruiser

Phma observed the displays of the crashed cruiser with the Sangheili equivalant of a smile. Here, as if dropped from the heavens for them, was a reasonably intact cruiser for them to claim. If they could lift it, maybe the ship could even be repaired.

"Activate the prow defence lasers. If anyone chooses to attack us, shoot them down. That includes anyone in the cruiser who has the bright idea of firing back. Are preparations to launch boarding pods complete?" He received a nod from his Command crew.

"Very well then...launch the pods."

Even from deep wtihin the ship, the thunk and shudder of the pods being fired could be heard. Phma chose this moment to activate a personal communication with Rakath. "Oh sorry, did I drop too early for you? have fun down there."

"All warriors, descend into battle!" He called on the shp-wide comms. Even as he said it, phantoms full of troops would be descending, while Banshees streaked from the docking bay, eager to harass their enemy.

They were all eager to claim another ship, more equipment for their personal use after all. And the cruiser below promised plenty of that.

((OOC: All Heretics are free to leave the ship and attack the cruiser))

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

"You had perfect timing." Rakath said as his pod rammed into the ground and the large Elite blasted out with his task force all in sync. Five Elites, Ten Grunts and two lances of Kig-Yar sniper support moved in then, a full force attack from where they were, joining with the Humans.

His hand went to his Revolver as he pushed himself into cover.

Rakath pressed on his wrist and yelled into his comm. "My brethren. SHOW THESE LIARS WHAT WE ARE CAPABLE OF! NO HOLDING BACK! CHARGE!" He yelled into each of the Heretics channels.

Moving along some Marines stopped and watched, one nearly drew a gun on Rakath only to have a hand place don his shoulder by another.

Flicking to the human comms Rakath spoke.

"Human Solders. This is Rakath V'keelaii with the Heretic Resistance... We hear you could use the support." Lifting the large Rocket Launcher from his back with one arm, Rakath fired two rockets into the horde of Covenant ahead, reloaded, then approached a Marine, setting the weapon at his feet as he passed and moved to a better angle.

Loading his revolver again, Rakath pushed himself up over a UNSC barricade and fired a full rotation of the large explosive rounds.

"Phma! While your up there, mind telling me which of my family members trashed the hanger? We do like making things explode."

[lurker]

Creche Master Jente 'Trohim
CNV Shadow of Faith, Hanger Bay[/u]

Jente looked to his men, the second wave, and let a small flash of pride overtake him as he inspected the ranks before him. These were his men setting out to do their duty. It might not be the "Holy Work" of the prophets, but in the last year many had found that they didn't feel the loss. Where the Prophets would have them slaughtering humans in the city, here they were, dealing death to the unfortunate crew who were still alive here.

"Men, today is the day we prove our bloodlines untainted by lies, and that more than anything else, we stand together. Let us descend upon them like the Unhallowed Retribution we are! Board your landing vessels, and let us take part in the offensive!"

[Huka]

Sub-commander Hjan 'Lorasee

As the Heretic and Human forces started to quickly descend upon the cruiser, the Sub-Commander saw little choice in his next move.

"All Banshee and Seraph bombard plasma upon our foe. May our brothers in the field forgive us the next life." He ordered as the defense turrets tried to hold them back.

Then, like birds of prey, Banshee aircrafts swooped and fired fuel rod cannons, followed by Seraph fighters with their plasma barrages, retreating when they got too close to the human encampment.

Dust and body parts flew into the air, unable to distinct from friend or foe.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

"Son of a-" The Marine was cut off by a Fuel Rod blasting him dead in the face. Rakath growled and yelled out over the COMM to the Shadow of Intent, and any ground forces.

"Phma! We need air support now. all Ground troops fall back and-" Rakath was cut off when an explosion range out behind him, sending him in a flip and landing on his chest. His Revolver a few feet away, the large Elite pulled himself slowly towards it and sealed his hands on the handle and pushed himself slowly to his feet. Looking down, there was a segment of his armor that had cracked and the plasma had torn though. He was bleeding, and hurting, but he was not dead. here was an up side to it.

Plasma pelted his shields again and Rakath growled, lifting his Revolver and firing three separate explosive rounds into the flying beast.

It evaded to the left of course and came in low with blasting plasma canons

Taking a step back, Rakath prepared to take on the monster. Sprinting forward, under the banshee with a Plasma Grenade in hand, lighting it and throwing it directly up. The Banshee screamed and the hull blasted open slightly.

Turning back around, the Banshee came at Rakath again. Lifting his Revolver, he fired three more shots which tore more into the Banshee's hull. And while that was underway, he sprinted toward sit, slid and fell right on his back, firing four shots into the bottom of the aircraft.

"To any Heretic Forces out there... I could use help with the flying horde after me!" Rakath yelled out, taking a few more shots of plasma to his shields and landing in a roll.

Lifing his Revolver again to shoot at the banshee, the gun clicked and Rakath fumbled to reload as the Banshee shot him again, the shells were knocked from his hands and Rakath cursed as a second Banshee joined the fray.

Cursing, Rakath sheathed his Revolver and turned, taking off in a full on sprint and drawing the plasma pistol from his hip.

"Why did I not think of this Earlier?!" He yelled to himself. holding the pistol to charge its plasma, turning and hitting the more damaged of the two Banshees with an overcharged blast, sending it skidding on the ground... But that left the second one...

[kuran]

Phma 'Refumai
CNV Shadow of Intent
1.5km above crashed Cruiser

"Phma! We need air support now. all Ground troops fall back and-"

Phma tapped at the glyphs on his panels for a moment. "Second wave incoming Rakath. You know our motto: "We deliver". Oh, and the child, they're saying she's identified herself as "Roma V'eklaii". She's being put in the medical bay, she did crash a phantom after all." As he finished, permission for the second wave of the attack was launched, sending phantoms full of troops down towards Rakath's position.

In a way, Phma almost felt sorry for the pilots of the Banshees and Seraphs that whoever was commanding the defence of the Cruiser had sent against them. The Ship's primary defensive weapon, some thirty pulse laser turrets, were designed to engage targets at hundreds of miles in the darkness of space. At barley a kilometre distant, it was childs play locking on to the defending fighters. Purple beams lanced from the ship, each seeking their mark with deadly accuracy, aiming to swat the banshees and Seraphs from the sky.

If that weren't enough, the Heretic's own Banshees swooped down upon the defenders from on high. True, they had to be careful, lest they get hit by their own defensive fire, but they still had the ability to dive in to attack.

And they did just that. A trio of banshees was directed by the Master of Interceptors to personally defend Rakath's position, and they did just that, diving in on the banshee that he had not yet destroyed, cannons flashing.

[Huka]

Sub-commander Hjan 'Lorasee
CNV Extant Miracle
Crashed CCS-class Battlecruiser
On surface of planet Kholo


Hjan watched as pulse lasers and banshees started to destroy his air defense, acting quick to recall any of the survivors, he started to get nervous. The enemy was stronger than he thought, but then again, they do have important information.

"All Seraph and banshee forces, return to the cruiser, and take cover in the hanger till I give the orders." He ordered over the comlink.

The few survivors did as told. Taking out a monocular, he scanned the battlefield, the attacking forces have retreating, giving them a breather, but his own forces were significantly degreed thanks to his tactic.

All survivors and the lesser creche defending the cruiser itself returned to their side. Exhaling in relief, he rubbed the temple of his head.

He prayed that reinforcements come soon to recover this information or these wasted lives would be for nothing.

Then he felt a dark chill run down his spine, standing erect on the raised platform that served at his lookout to the field by the nose of the cruiser.

He turned to see a white-armored Special Operator standing still behind him, his armor smoking abit, and crimson blood painted parts of his harness.

"Good work, Sub-commander. The enemy is pushed back enough and we have time to recuperate." The Inquisitor said, stepping beside the surprised commander.

"Who are you?" Hjan asked. He noticed the Inquisitor's mask's eyes flashed green before he looked at the questioning soldier.

"I am Inquisitor Muramai, I have been sent to keep the information from enemy's hands...by any means necessary." Til answered, allowing the information to sink in with Hjan.

"Where is the reinforcements to get the Haunt?" Hjan asked. "They will come in time. Right now, we need to strengthen the outer defense. Your plan with the bombardment was double-bladed in execution." Til answered.

Hjan was quiet, he knew the Inquisitor was right, and time was short. So he began ordering the troops to defenses.

The Shades were deployed and snipers were placed in vital areas. They wil try to keep the enemy back.

[Kenny]

Heretic Tavise, Special Operations Bodyguard Of Mimyap

Tavise's pod landed with a loud thud. He quickly stepped out into the battlefield, greeting it with plasma repeaters in each hand. Quickly Tavise ran over to the area around Rakath as he took down a banshee. Tavise then ran up and opened fire on the Covenant ahead. He killed two grunts and injured an elite before they started shooting at him, causing Tavise to dive to cover. He threw a plasma grenade the continued fire, killing another elite before a shot glanced his shoulder. He went back behind cover and looked over at Rakath.

"You said you needed help Rakath?" Tavise questioned before continuing, "What's your plan? Should we charge them before they can gather more forces?" He looked back over at the pods and hoped Mimyap got here soon too.

[lurker]

Creche Master Jente 'Trohim
Outside CNV Extant Miracle, Heretic Landing Zone
Aboard Phantom Dropship Defiled Hope[/u]

Jente felt more than heard the Shadow of Faith fire, and chuckled as he watched enemy ships fall from the sky. After a moment's thought, he sent a message up to the Shipmaster even as the Phantoms with his Creche came in to deploy their passengers and the trio of vehicles he'd had brought down with his forces.

"Shipmaster, perhaps you can slap a plasma torpedo onto their hangar, see what you can do to ruin their air power. Once we've engaged them at close range, I doubt you'll be able to do much, though we certainly appreciate the airspace denial you provide." He ended the transmission there but left the channel open, observing as his men quickly found cover, Unseen Death scrambling to get good sight lines and already on the lookout for snipers. Unrepentant Destruction, with the two Bond Brothers took a defensive posture, inspecting the route to the Cruiser.

"Rakath!" Jente called, setting off at a slow lope. As he approached the former Special Operations Major he continued his thought. "I'm sure you have a plan for where to deploy your men, but I'd like to ask that you take command of the mortars I've brought down." At this, Jente gestured toward the pair of revenants and the single Wraith Mortar Tank. "Between the mortars and our Snipers, we should be able to take out most of the defensive emplacements before storming into the line of fire. Afterward, we'll have some tight quarters work, but that's what your specialty is, right?"

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Free
Cruiser

MimYap was not the normal MimYap, the sounds of battle and the force of hitting the ground had caused him to slip into the combat driven personality.

He had come out of his pod latter than the others but with no less ferocity. Drawing his plasma pistol in his right and his energy sword in his left. He began to barrage the coming line of enemies, splashing waves of green over them.

He disabled his blade and drew a plasma grenade, flinging it into the fray of oncoming unggoy, rewarded with a chain reaction of explosions from their methane tanks.

He then made his way over to Rakath.

"Orders?" he asked crouching next to his body guard.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

"Not sure I know a Roma V'keelaii."

Watching the airborne vehicles retreat, and then looking to his oncoming comrades, Rakath stopped and thought, putting his plasma pistol on his hip and loading his Revolver, flicking it to make the rotation click inside.

Jente came, suggesting he took command of the Wrath, and he gave a nod, scanning over the outside and watching the last of the Covenant retreat inside.

"Jente. I want you and your men to get us a foothold inside. MimYap, Tavise, It is time to put your Special Operations training to the test. I need you both to sneak in and disable the engines. Keep the cowards form escaping and help the Humans how you can along the way. I will remain out here for a time and keep them at bay with the Wraith and the Ground forces. When your objectives are complete, I shall move in and we can go to the Armory, replenish our supplies." Looking to the crashed ship, and then to the ship above they're heads, Rakath nodded.

"You have your orders. GO! the Covenant will not wait while we sit her quietly!" He said, moving around them to the Wraith.

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Free
Cruiser

"MimYap, Tavise, It is time to put your Special Operations training to the test. I need you both to sneak in and disable the engines. Keep the cowards form escaping and help the Humans how you can along the way."

MimYap nodded and turned to Tavise.

"On me stay closes." he then activated his camouflage and began to move through the field, dodging enemies and making his way to the edge of the fight.

He moved at a steady pace, making his way until he was at the side of the ships camp, that had taken up along side the ship.

[Kenny]

Tavise

Cruiser Perimeter

Tavise nodded as he activated his camouflage. He moved through the gunfire, sneaking past the Covenant hoping not to be detected. As ordered, he closely followed Mimyap as they neared the ship.

Then as a distraction and as a little treat, he pulled out a plasma grenade and watched as it landed in a group of Covenant forces. He smiled and continued on as he made it to a small, concealed entrance to the ship.
"Time to enter?" Tavise asked Mimyap.

[Huka]

Inquisitor Til 'Muramai
CNV Extant Miracle
Crashed CCS-class Battlecruiser

Watching the defense reassemble, Til nodded before walking into the cruiser, where all of the guards he passed quickly regarded him as a clear superior.

Inside was hot, no doubt from the flames taking the other half of the crashed vessel. Escorted by a Minor, he was led to the Haunt boarding craft. "Here, holy Inquisitor. This is all of the information we could recover from the crash." He said with a low bow.

Til accepted the quick respect but his mission was more important. Stepping in, he analzyed if everything on the computer was functional. It did.

Clicking his lower tusks, he stepped back out, and looked to the Minor, whose eyes were full of awe and nervous excitement. "Keep watch of the Haunt." He ordered and the Minor bowed in response.

"I will do as commanded." The Minor answered. The air was thick but habitable. Nodded to himself, the Inquisitor walked back to the front where Hjan was meditating at the losses of his soldiers.

"Forgive me for my betrayal. May your souls wait by the sides of our Gods till the Great Promise is fulfilled and we all may walk the Path." The sub-commander prayed.

"Sub-commander." Til said. Spinning around in a surprised motion, the Sub-commander looked terrified for a moment before realizing who it was.

"Again? What are you a wraith?" The Sub-commander screamed. Amused, Til cocked his head, and replied, "You can say that."

Walking with silent footsteps, the Inquisitor looked at the wreckage was once a cargo room, from what he could tell. "What is defense detail in this ship?" He asked. "I have patrols at every hall that have survived in the crash and every exit is guarded, excluding the burning half of the Extant Miracle of course. Nothing could pass through there." Hjan reported.

The Inquisitor was silent as he continued to encircle the room and when he stopped, he looked at the sub-commander. "You would be surprised." He simply said.

Hjan looked at the Inquisitor and felt something not right about him. He seemed...off, even for a Special Operative.

"The defenses are significant to hold off, aleast long enough for the retrieval." The Sub-commander said.

Then a distant explosion echoed through the ship.

Hjan looked at the Inquisitor expectingly, but found him gone.

[kuran]

Phma 'Refumai
CNV Shadow of Intent
1.5km above crashed Cruiser

The assault was going well. Despite the initial counter-attack, the defenders were seemingly outmatched, and had fallen back to prepared positions. Phma watched the unfolding battle on the tactical display, his fingers twitching in annoyance. What he wouldn't give to be a part of the assault on the ground...

Activating his comms again, he transmitted to Rakath once more.. "Rakath, they've fallen back to a defensive position, and the cruiser is showing signs of life. You have to punch through and get to the command center, now. Take control of the engines first and foremost, so they can't scuttle what's left. Secure the ship, and hold it so that we can scavenge what we need. The camp outside will be dealt with presently. You'll have an opening in which to enter the ship presently."

Turning back to his displays, he called to the Masters at their stations below. "Plasma batteries, focus fire on any air defences within the camp. Pulse lasers, focus on the aircraft and the Cruiser's hanger bay. Anything that comes out of it is to be destroyed immediately."

His orders were acknowledged and set into motion. The ship, somewhat silent until now, suddenly hummed to life. The plasma turrets turned on their mountings, each one selecting a different section of the camp, daring anyone in a shade to even move. If they did, they would receive a plasma round for their trouble.


The Pulse lasers were equally interesting. Close to half of the ship's complement, some fifteen lasers, were trained on the hangar bay's large entrance, prepared to send a stream of composite laser into any ship that dared to poke it's head out.

"Rakath, now! Use the Phantoms and take control of the hangar bay, that is your entrance!"

[lurker]

Creche Master Jente 'Trohim
Outside CNV Extant Miracle, Heretic Landing Zone

Jente's own forces, particularly the lance of Snipers, took the sudden lighting of the the ship as a sign that the time for an attack had come. Twin assault beams opened fire on the nearest turret even as the Snipers started aiming to pick off any frontline troops holding anything heavier than a Plasma Rifle.

Jente himself shook his head at Rakath's casual ordering of him and his forces around and slipped over to where Unsought Devotion was. "Six of you into the artillery, start laying down fire into their camp. Harass what you can. Make sure you've got a solid secondary weapon, all of you. And don't get yourselves killed." He turned to one of the three Phantoms, opening a COM channel to the Defiled Hope.

"Go fetch us a Spectre if you please. The other two Phantoms can carry Rakath's unit into the Cruiser."

[Huka]

Sub-commander Hjan 'Lorasee

When snipers started to die, the others shot back a moment before retreating back with everyone else. Hjan looked up at the hovering cruiser above and snarled.

"Snipers, take aim and fire sparely. Weapon Masters, aim our plasma turrets to the enemy and fire once in range! Warriors perpare for combat, there is no honor in cowardice!" He ordered and the soldiers moved quickly to his command.

Where did that Inquisitor go?

The guards at the hanger were recovering and started to retreat back into the shadows.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

Rakath and his men all pulled themselves up into the flying vehicles, each of them stopping over the hanger in which Rakath sheathed his Revolver and peeked out, Drawing his Energy Greatswords and leaping down onto the purple floor.

Landing in a crouch, Rakath drew each of her Greatswords and took off in a charge. By now the guards were already pelting Rakath and the other Heretics with Plasma, his shields held to the point where he personally cut an Elite across the chest, sheathed both swords, and then drew his Revolver, catching the body and holding it as a meat shield.

The Plasma tore into the body while Rakath fired down at them with his Revolver.

"Charge Charge Charge!" Rakath yelled, tossing his bloody pulp of a meat shield to the side and firing a few more rounds from his Revolver, taking his Assault Rifle in the other hand and spraying it into the Covenant on one side, his Revolver on the other.

"Break they're line! Do not let up!"

[Huka]

As the Heretic forces dropped from their ships, Skirmishers deactivated their active camouflages and fired fuel rod guns into the Phantoms, striking the sides, and when the others tried to escape, the plasma turrets shot them down with no mercy.

A couple phantoms recovered fast enough to fire at the skrimishers, burning a few into ashes, but the others retreated back into the cruiser.

Suddenly a wave of heat slammed into one of the phantoms. The phanom hovered, trying to adjust before one of the side doors fell off its hinges. The wave slipped into phantom and screams soon howled.

The phantom turned to its comrade and fired its main cannon into the repulsors. causing it waver for a moment, and but it rolled over to hit the traitorous phantom, causing both to fall for a moment.

The damaged phantom slammed into the flames of the cruiser but the other fell into the hole, grinding onto the floor before stopping on its back, crushing a few on its travel-both heretic and loyal.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

"What the-" Rakath said to himself, taking cover behind a crate as the plasma pelted him and the few Heretics who had gotten on broad.

Then... the Phantom's went down... "Rakath!" Renmee called out. "Rakath, we can't keep the Phantom up we're going t-" They were cut off when the Phantom slammed down and exploded.

"Renmee? Renmee respond! Kallmee?! RESPOND!" Rakath yelled into the comm, receiving nothing. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and the blood coursing in his veins, his hands shaking as he threw himself over and let out a roar of anger.

His hands went to his Revolver and Assault Rifle again. "I WILL SEND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU TO YOUR GRAVE WITH MY OWN HANDS!"

[Huka]

The phantom groaned before a loud click replaced it. Then softer clicks followed the somewhat quiet hanger and bloody bootprints and splashes pelted on the floor.

"You have failed, Heretic. Your only way to escape is cut and you are in my grasp." A dark growling voice said but the Inquisitor materialized between a pair of Major Domo, who chuckled.

"No one escape my Inquisition. All is prey and all are eligable to apart..." He mused, his eye on Rakath as he left his left hand to reveal the head of a Sangheili soldier, its mandibles wide, bloody spine dangling, and dead eyes staring at the Heretic leader.

"Of my collection."

[spartan129]

Jaqo 'Tulahai. Heretic Swordsman and creche master

Jaqo breathed heavily, sitting in the phantom's troop bay. They were deploying later than the other Heretic forces-and the battle was already raging below. Jaqo looked in horror as a heretic phantom was hit and crashed to the ground...

"Darek!" he managed to shout to his pilot, "Land here-it's too dangerous to get close; we don't want to wind up like that!"

"Yes, sir!" Darek replied as the phantom descended.

"Releasing Revenant!" Darek informed Jaqo as he and his creche jumped from the phantom's bay. A metal vehicle dropped from the phantom's lower clamp. Just as the plan had gone, Shur and Ustaf (of Jaqo's own lance) commandeered the assault vehicle, and took off towards the enemy to soften them up, then come back before they could get hit. Jaqo hoped that that would be successful...He didn't need anyone else dying.

Jaqo didn't believe in sending the Unggoy first. He, Ronan, and Inuun would be leading their smaller subordinates into the fray. Jaqo gripped his two swords momentarily before pulling out his needle rifle...And ran up to meet up with his enemies, his small creche behind him and ready to fire at anyone who fired at them.

[kuran]

Phma 'Refumai
CNV Shadow of Faith
1.5km above crashed Cruiser

"Shipmaster! Rakath's ships are under attack!" The alarmed Sangheili, Rtas 'Moramee, called, his voice echoing up from the crew pit.

Phma nodded, his eyes locked on the floating holographic display above the crew pit. He watched as the anti aircraft guns in the defender's camp below struck down several of the Phantom's assigned to Rakath, their stricken hulls exploding, sending shrapnel and debris raining down against the hull of the Cruiser.

This did not match the rain of plasma rounds that lanced out of the orbiting Corvette however, sending a heavy explosive charge down towards each of the anti-air emplacements. The purple/blue balls would take mere seconds between being launched and their impact below.

Phma watched with satisfaction as the rounds were launched. "How large is the force in the camp outside?" He queried.

Rtas took a moment to scan and answer the question. "Approximately one hundred warriors in the camp outside, several times that number within the cruiser."

Phma nodded, his lower mandibles turning in on themselves in thought. "Activate the pulse Lasers again, order them to target individual warriors at will. Notify me when resistance has been reduced to less than one Lance."

"By your command." Came the response from the Master of Weapons, Toha 'Inanraree. A moment later, the faint sounds of the Pulse Lasers firing could be heard, reverberating through the ship. The lasers themselves would pinpoint target enemy warriors, spearing them with beams designed to take down targets far larger and more armored.

Phma activated his comm once more, addressing all leaders of Lance and above, and in particular Rakath.

"How goes the assault leaders?"

[Huka]

CNV Extant Miracle
Crashed CCS-class battle cruiser
Sub-commander Hjan 'Lorasee

As the corvette fired pulse beams from orbit, soldiers moved quick to rush into the cruiser by the sub-commander's orders.

The Major Domo leaned over on the tactical table that flicked on and off to show his makeshift fortress. He have just witnessed the crashing of the phantoms, including the one that hit into the hanger, and now the outer camp is attacked from orbit and there is a Heretic creche approaching them.

Thank the Gods the Inquisitor was here or the Heretics inside might have got to the information or armory.

Exhaling, he clicked on the beacon transmission and saw it was still going.

Where are the fools that are suppose to help us, If they don't come soon, there will be no one left!

[hollowsaber]

Project Devils Den: Cerberus-Team ONI Section Three/Zero Joint-OPs. Hot-dropping alongside Down Cruiser

From the sky around the cruiser, three heavy HEV-black pods shot out from the clouds above. Concealed by the white wall of snow, the three pods dropped hard towards the ground. Flanking off the bow of the Heretic ship, the pods dropped in a tight triangular formation, and fell right passed one of the gun ports. In an instant after their appearance, the three pods drilled into the ground and white snow exploded all around them.

The hatches sizzled, hissed, then exploded open, smashing and clambering away from the pods. On the inside, three humans stepped free from their restraints. Pulling their carbines, silenced M6Gs, explosives, and extra ammunition from the pods, they stripped it clean. The first soldier that was done took the right flank of the group. The second took point, and the third took the left. Rifles raised, they each gave the green light to each other.

“Move.” Cerberus spoke silently, and the trio began to kick snow behind them as they moved towards the cruiser. Taking the supplied information, the three switched to another channel.

“Heretics, this is Cerberus-Team. We’re approaching the rear sector of the cruiser. Watch your fire.”

With their FoFs disabled for the moment, the three Agents approached the cruiser swiftly and stealthily Without the tag, an undisciplined eye would just glaze over them, but as they approached, Cerberus gave the motion to reactivate them. Their tags had been adjusted to match the Heretics, giving them a friendly color to the UNSC’s new-found allies.

Upon reaching the ship, the three sat in a line, using the shadow of the snow and the underside of the ship to conceal themselves. Taking a moment to look around, they checked their front, rear, sides and skies.

“Clear. Move.” Cerberus whispered to his team, and they started to move towards an opening in the hull several meters away.

“Heretics, Cerberus-team will be infiltrating towards the rear. We’ve got orders to shut that engine down, and that’s what we’re going to do. Support is requested, but not necessary if it cannot be spared. Cerberus out.”

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Free
Moving inside crashed ship

MimYap stopped and listened to the human lance announce their common goal. He nodded at them asking for assistance and decided to move forward and waitied along the wall of the ships. he then keyed his COM into the frequency they had used.

"They is heretic special operative MimYap, we are in position to help, i have my body guard on stand by as well."

He waited for a response, keeping his gaze on the battle field and making sure no threats approached them.

[Huka]

CNV Extant Miracle
Crashed CCS-class battle cruiser
Sub-commander Hjan 'Lorasee

A Minor Domo approached Hjan and whispered in his ear, "Sub-commander, the Skirmisher watcher have reported seeing enemy forces coming from the rear of the cruiser."

"By the flames, how are the fools going to enter? The heat is too much, even for our soldiers' armor, and there are patrols in every secure passage in here." Hjan said, mostly to himself at this report.

Rubbing his jaws in thought, he clicked on the table to get a overview of their area. Seeing something in the distance of the ship, he tapped a claw to find a few human droppods nearly buried in snow.

Eyes wide, he zoomed back out to the cruiser, and gained access of the interior of his ruined hanger.

The Inquisitor and Hanger security have the heretic infiltrators surrounded. At least one problem is solved.

"Tell the Master of Security to strengthen patrols, especially by the Haunt boarding craft. I want constant report, understood?" Hjan commanded and the Minor Domo pounded his chest. "As you command." He said before leaving quickly.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

An Elite... White armored...

Inquisitor...

Rakath felt himself growl as he said the word to himself, his focus split and he felt plasma dig into his shields. Pushing himself into cover Rakath got down in a crouch as more flew past him.

UNSC troops came over his comm then, Rakath split his focus again to respond. "Cerberus Team, this is Rakath V'keelaii. We have Special Operati-"He was cut off by MimYap. "That should sum it up. Good hunting." He said, peeking around cover and firing a few more Revolver rounds.

"The Phantoms were shot down with most of my Task force, Phma, I'm pinned on the side...There's an Inquisitor here..."