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Post by hollowsaber on Feb 21, 2012 7:53:58 GMT -6
MIL-AI-0665-BIFRONS ONI SEC-III Military Tier-1 AI UNSCS Ares |
Bifrons watched from above, staring at the fighting SPARTAN Silas. The man gave it his all, but ultimately the Elite seemed to get the best of him. He fought his best at least. Now they stood still, both without weapons and staring each other down. Bifrons chuckled to himself slightly, if only they knew... “Send down a second pelican...” Bifrons called into the hangar. The crews that were preparing the Sparrowhawks and the first Pelican looked around then sighed as Bifrons moved another Pelican on stand-by. “Attach a transport-pod to first pelican. Medical Team Voyager is to wait on the first Pelican. First pelican will get all of the soldiers, second will pick up the the Artifact and the Archaeologist. Second pelican stand-by for orders upon reaching the planet...” Bifrons words were smooth and fluent, as if he was prepared to speak them since the beginning of the battle. He had his orders from ONI, and had just received a response to a query he had earlier. It only took a few moments, then the two pelicans and their escorts tipped off and pulled from the open hangar. Bifrons accessed their control systems and put both of them on an automated path down to where the SPARTANs were, forcing them to go where he wanted them. The pilots complained to the AI, but he heard none of it as he shut off their channel to him. Then he switched to the SPARTAN’s channel. “ All SPARTANs and walking soldiers are to load up into Pelican One. Dr. Harper, you are to get on the second pelican with the Android. Alpha Priority. These are orders directly from SECT-III. Silas, stand-by for pick-up.” Bifrons acknowledged all of them at once, and as the pelicans began to touch down in front of the exit, the AI connected into the helmet of the second pilot, who was grumbling to himself over the AI flying the craft. “After the package and the Doctor are secure, lift up to pick up Silas, along with the Elite.” “Wait, why the Elite?” The man asked, but Bifrons didn’t answer, as he had already switched channels. This time... to someone who probably was upset with him. “>...WELL DONE. GET ON PELICAN 1...<” Furrow had done well on his mission with the SPARTANs, but the sleeping trooper would need to work a little bit harder if he wanted to keep up with them. The AI took the courtesy to send his information to SECT-III, and he just was told to bring the Trooper back. The AI stared down at from the main port, and looked over the entire operation space. The Covenant had got the jump on the UNSC forces. But it was overall a good fight on both sides. Bifrons didn’t expect the stealth operation from the Covenant, nor did he expect them to even get close the way they did... Either way, the Android was secured as planned...
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Post by kel on Feb 21, 2012 11:04:49 GMT -6
OOC: Sorry for my absence.
It baffles me just how much you guys can post in four days.
IC: --Ruk--
"Opening fire." Zhal commented to Kag. He pressed the trigger to his rifle, letting a beam of energy burn into a marine's face. He swept his beam across the battlefield, tripping and flashing the heat across the enemy. It would be enough to distract them in their fights with the brutes, grunts, and yanme'e. Another human collapsed, as Zhal carefully targeted his limbs, watching out of the corner of his visor as a brute approached the crippling marine.
"Report, Kag."
--Kel--
Kel opened fire the moment the Covenant had launched their attack, deploying at the Relic's entrance in what was a classic strategy to gain a foothold of importance. Marines fell before her, and her beam burned into the devil guns, what the humans called Warthogs. If the desert was good for one thing, her energy would camoflage into the desert sand, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint her attack.
Zhal beside her fired unmercifully, burning into the face of every marine he could find. If Kel was right, Zhal might even have taken down one of the Human Zealots. But beaing the zealous kig-yar Zhal was, he also had twice the kills Kel had.
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Post by z on Feb 21, 2012 11:17:52 GMT -6
Kag
Sitting on the hill still was very -VERY- bored. One hand rested on his needle rifle, shotgun remained in the ground, and his other weapons were still on him.
"Well, for your report i have to say I.... AM BORED... There is nothing out this way but rocks and..."
Stopping, Kag stood, fired a single needle. "Nothing but Rocks, sand, and a corpse."
Lucifer-077
Lucifer did not fire, did not react... Not till Jethro went down... Growling, she popped up her sniper at the direction the shot came from and fired off repeated shots.
"He alright?" Lucifer asked in as few words as possible, backing up where she shielded the SPARTAN on the ground and Dani.
Where were the bastards...
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Post by Spartan 999 on Feb 21, 2012 11:39:46 GMT -6
Special Operations Officer Sorsa Xirsasai [/center] Several bullets whizzed by Sorsa, forcing him to roll to avoid being made Swiss cheese. He activated his holo-drone, sending the image running out to the right. He then turned on his camouflage, took aim at the general direction the sniper was, and fired thrice.
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Post by z on Feb 21, 2012 11:56:06 GMT -6
Lucifer-077
Two shots whizzed past, Lucifer was about ready to reload when a third pegged her in the shoulder, making her lose the magazine in the sandstorm. Cursing, she fell.
Holding back gasps of pain from the burn on he arm, Lucifer grabbed one of the two SMGs on her hip with her good arm and fired, spraying the area she thought the sniper was as she dragged her rifle behind her in the sand.
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 21, 2012 12:02:57 GMT -6
Dani-047 Dani watched as out of no where, Lucifer appeared and opened fire in the direction where the beams came from.. soon beams came back and one hit Lucifer in the arm.. and yet she kept shooting toward the thing. " Lucifer stop! Let the sandstorm cover us, I can't take care of two injured spartans!" Dani called, before bringing her atention back to Jethro.
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Post by C3 on Feb 21, 2012 12:09:29 GMT -6
C3135-T14 Location: Unknown Status: Functioning. Repairs recommended.
"Doctor Harper... this is Gold One. I need you to do something for me. The android... Please bring it up here and hold your fire. There has been an unexpected development... This could change everything..." C3 glanced over at the doctor, feeling confused. Another change in plan?
"Gold one... If you are asking me to risk the entire human race on honor you are mistaken. But... you may also be asking me to save it.. so I will allow it.." the woman responded after a moment. She turned to the android. "C3135, do not answer any of his questions untill I nod toward you if it is safe to." C3 nodded again and allowed herself to be guided toward the incoming ship.
The sandstorm was harsh outside. C3's head-cover slipped back out of its slot, covering her head, neck and chin to protect the more vulnerable parts of her body. Her black visor reformed a moment later, covering the remainder of her face.
The sound of weapon fire lanced through the air and one of the men with the android dropped.
C3 turned to the injured warrior, reacting quickly. She hurried to his side and checked his wound. Beside them, one of her other guardians sprayed foam over the male's wounds, stopping the bleeding. C3 kept her head down and placed herself between the male and where the fire had come from. Their enemies found value in her. Chances were they would not risking striking her.
One of the others fired back in the direction of the original weapon fire, only to have it return and strike them as well. C3 was uncertain of the damage he took through his armor and could not see from her angle.
"Lucifer stop! Let the sandstorm cover us, I can't take care of two injured spartans!" she heard another of her companions protest.
"She is correct," the android advised. "They may not be able to see as much as we believe." She turned to the woman. "Do you need help carrying this one?" She asked, gesturing to the injured male.
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Post by Martial Virtue on Feb 21, 2012 12:13:05 GMT -6
First Lieutenant Laura Howard Laura felt like her lungs were about to collapse. A barrage of needler rounds had grazed the top left side of her uniform jacket when the phantoms had first shown up, tearing multiple holes in the fabric and causing minute slices on her skin. They'd cut straight through the tough battledress material and plain T-shirt she wore underneath, and now both were stained with blood at her shoulder. It had been the closest call she'd had in a long while. She was lucky she hadn't been just a few more inches to the left. Now things finally seemed to be drawing to a close. The Marines and ODSTs surrounding the dig site had fought long and hard for some time, while apparently all hell broke loose on the inside. Laura wasn't privy to all the command channels like her CO was, but she had overheard the few things broadcast over the general channels. Crazy shit was going down in there. At the moment, however, the Helljumper officer had herself and her platoon to think about. She rested for a moment longer against the large rock she'd used as cover towards the end of the battle and focused on taking in slow, deep breaths. When she glanced down at her assault rifle, she noticed the ammo count read -05-. She raised the faceplate of her helmet and sighed. Fuck, she thought. That was damn close. Her aching shoulder still throbbed as well. That had been one hell of a firefight with all those damn Covies. Seemed like they just came pouring in from everywhere. She had a feeling those mines the Marine captain had had them lay down before the party started had helped a lot in stemming the incoming wave of enemies. Laura had heard more explosions today than she had in whole engagements. When she was recovered enough, she opened a COM channel to her platoon. "First, what's your status, over?" It was then that a weak response came over the radio. She recognized the voice as Corporal Fisher. "M-medic, I need a medic over here."Laura keyed the COM again immediately, holding her nearly-empty MA5C to bear once more. "Fish, that you? Hang tight, Corporal. We're on our way. I'll bring our platoon corpsman with us." Then she hailed the nearest fireteam of ODSTs and her corpsman. "Troopers, let's move! We've got wounded to take care of."
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Post by kel on Feb 21, 2012 12:17:19 GMT -6
--Ruk--
Sand flew past his view of the battlefield. Zhal paused, thinking it was his imagination. More sand drifted past. Unzooming his helmet to its proper view, Zhal watched as sand began to drift through the air. A gust of wind buffeted him, causing him to retreat into the crag. He muttered a curse as he worked deeper into the crag to climb up to Kag. Tapping his comm system, he sent a broadcast to his team.
"Attention Sublime Aggression. A sandstorm has picked up. Fall back to the drop zone. I'm calling in some drop ships so we can take the fight to them."
--Kel--
"Understood, Zhal. Falling back to drop zone." Kel nudged Zhal, and pulled herself to a standing position. "Come on, Zhal. Let's go."
Zhal barely aknkowledged Kel's nudge, pulling the trigger twice more. Kel guessed he was hitting something. "We have to go, Zhal. Come on." She tugged his arm, pausing only to scan the terrain behind them, before giving a final tug. Chittering in frustration, she shouldered her rifle, and climbed out of the rocks. Only then did Zhal take notice, and growl in annoyance that his killing spree was halted. But he pursued Kel anyway, and followed her back the way they had come.
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Post by Dutch on Feb 21, 2012 12:50:12 GMT -6
SPARTAN-126 (Victor) Planet Artifice First Jethro, then Lucifer went down with wounds from a sniper. Victor immediately hit the dirt and, with the speed only manageable by a SPARTAN, darted into cove behind a rocky outcropping. Judging from the tell-tale trails of the Covenant rifle, he had a rough ideas to where the sniper was hiding, sandstorm be damned. Now, he needed a weapon. Eyes searching, he spotted an M19 lying in the sand near Lucifer, who was spraying rounds at the sniper, her direction of fire confirming Victors guess. "Lu, pass me the M19!" He called out to her. Corporal Jonathan Fisher Planet Artifice Condition: Critical "Your gonna be alright... This might hurt a bit though," Fisher gritted his teeth against the freshest wave of pain. "No, fucking, shit!" He hissed through clenched teeth as the medic went to work. "Fish, that you? Hang tight, Corporal. We're on our way. I'll bring our platoon corpsman with us." Lieutenant Howard's voice came in over his helmet. "I won't move, the fucking spike has me pinned to the fucking rock." He yelled into the mike.
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Post by z on Feb 21, 2012 13:12:44 GMT -6
Lucifer-077
Doing as Dani said, Lucifer fell back into the sand and scooted back a few feet, Sniper resting on her knee, aimed in the direction of the sniper, just in case. Dammit she hoped Luke was alright... He would have been a lot of help right now.
Looking over at "Victor, then the said weapon, grabbing it with her good arm she threw it through the air to her fellow SPARTAN. Fuck they needed to get off....
Alex and Anders Davis
Listening to the Corporal and his bitchy tone was the least of Anders's worries, but when Alex removed the helmet of the wounded man, Anders saw a hand come up and whack Fisher in the side of the head.
"We could just leave you here if you prefer, asshole." He said in a serious tone, grabbing the mans wrist and keeping a firm grip on it while, from the Med-Kit Anders drew the small Saw he could use to cut the spike.
Just starting to cut through it... And things were already getting t the point where Anders was annoyed.
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Post by Dutch on Feb 21, 2012 13:23:44 GMT -6
Corporal Fisher
"Well I'm sorry if you've never been hung like a fucking painting before!" Fisher yelled. Rhodes and Mossley also raised their voices in protest. "Hey getting getting a spike drilled through your gut doesn't look too good you know!" "I think you're supposed to give him a shot of painkiller asshole!" As the saw began to slice through the spike, Fisher ground his teeth in agony as it vibrated through his body. Black spots expanded in his vision until he was sure he was going to black out. And the moment the spike was cut in half, Fisher collapsed like a sack of potatoes, all sense in his legs gone. SPARTAN-126 (Victor)
Victor grabbed the M19, took a deep breath and, hoping the sandstorm would obscure his vision to the sniper, leaped from behind cover and fired both tubes at the snipers position, sending two 102 HE packages of death on their way.
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Post by Spartan 999 on Feb 21, 2012 13:37:40 GMT -6
Special Operations Officer Sorsa Xirsasai [/center] Sorsa took aim at the area the Demons were at once more, firing twice in rapid succession. He growled as the beam rifle overheated, shaking his off hand to help alleviate the sting. He heard a strange noise, growing louder extremely fast...the sound of human missiles! Without thinking, without being even conscious of his actions, Sorsa launched himself backwards. He slid on his back down the steep dune, eventually tumbling end over end as he fell. The first rocket soared overhead, vanishing into the sandstorm. The second hit the dune right in front of where Sorsa had been, detonating in a muffled thump. Sand flew into the air, some parts turned to fragments of glass from the heat. When Sorsa rolled to a stop, he dazidly stood, shaking his head.
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Post by C3 on Feb 21, 2012 13:40:17 GMT -6
C3135-T14 Location: Unknown Status: Functioning. Repairs recommended.
In concern for the young male that was injured, C3 carefully lifted him and made her way to the ship. They all needed to get out of here. She wasn't sure what the others planned to do, but she hoped that the doctor was with her at least. She pulled herself into the ship and moved inside.
She set down the male as soon as she found a place where he would be safe, staying with him and checking his injuries, hoping that moving him had not caused them to get worse.
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Post by z on Feb 21, 2012 13:42:28 GMT -6
Alex and Anders
"God do you ever stop bitching? We used our painkillers already." Alex said, as the man fell he pushed the man onto his back and pulled the canister of BIO Foam, putting the end into the wound on the mans gut and injecting it to fill the cavity.
Turning his Head after closing up his Med-Kit Anders swatted his Brother over the head and looked to Fishers teammates. "Do not move him too much... No combat for this one, so get him the fuck off. And ignore Alex... He's in a bad mood."
Walking away slowly the twins rejoined with Lunar.
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Post by Spartan 999 on Feb 21, 2012 13:55:47 GMT -6
Petty Officer Jethro-097 [/center] Jethro grunted as small arms wrapped around him, then slowly brought him into a Pelican. He found it hard to open his eyes, but once he managed to, he saw the android peering over him. He blinked several times, making sure it wasn't a hallucination from the bloodloss. The eyesocket where his mechanical eye was in ached slightly, making his head hurt everytime he blinked; it often happened after being injured. He turned his head to look at his shoulder, wincing when he saw how close it had come to killing him. He whistled, thanking the shot that had gone through his leg first. He turned his head back, squinting his eyes in an attempt to study C3-whatever-her/its-name-was. "Thanks." He muttered, coughing slightly. "You're a strong little android, ya know that?" He added, his words rhetorical and slightly slurred.
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Post by z on Feb 21, 2012 14:51:54 GMT -6
Lucifer-077
Standing up, using the M99 to help her stand. Her feet sunk into the sand for a moment, looking over at the "Objective", she got her first sight. What... What in hell was it really? To Lucifer it seemed to be a small girl in a blue suit. But. Could that be right?
Rolling her arm again, the stinging meeting her skin like a knife being driven in after being heated she flinched and grabbed her shoulder.
Taking a few steps off from Dani, Lucifer checked her HUD. Really, she was fine, minimal damage at most, but that didn't mean it didn't fucking hurt. Tracing her finger a few inches over her armor where the beam had met, she could feel the leftover heat steaming off, felt like putting your hand far away from a radiator.
The radar was screwy from the storm, that was not a surprise to her.
Listening to Victor fire off the Gauss rounds, she was sure to a point the sniper was dead, and at this point glad for the storm.
Turning back to face the darker shape that was Dani, Lucifer walked past to follow in the direction that the AI had gone. The grey-ish brown sand rammed into her visor, the winds hit her armor. Looking up at her health status again, just to be sure, she would thoroughly patch herself up when she got back to the Ares. She didn't know how serious it might actually be, but eh.
Moving a bit faster, her paranoia telling her the sniper could be alive, Lucifer ended up a few feet behind the android who was helping Jethro.
Truthfully? She did not care. She did not know any of them long enough to feel anything for them, not like she would show it even if she did. Was a pointless struggle in making Lucifer admit her feelings. Training and Battle assisted in that, she felt numb most of the time, all but the pings of sadness that came to her. Most were just annoying ruts of depression.
Stepping on tot he Pelican, she looked over at Jethro for a moment before moving down to the seat closest to the cockpit door. Sitting down, she tilted her head back on to the wall.
Ever so slowly, she sat up straight and reached up. Her helmet came off and was set on her knee.
Red hair fell across her oh-so-young looking face. Her ears were hidden by her hair, hiding the scar that set across them. Turning to look at the... Thing in the Pelican with them the female tilted her head. Her dull green eyes scanned over... it... And no emotion was shown. No raised eyebrow came. No curious head tilt. She just looked over it, then looked away, off into the sand storm blowing past the Pelican outside.
"Almost looks like... Clouds I guess?" some sand ended up in the pelican, hitting Lucifer dead in the eye. Cursing under her breath she moved her hands to take care of it.
"If we are done on this planet..." Lucifer said, her voice loud over the sounds of the Pelican and wind outside for once, talking for someone to hear. "Then whats next?" she asked, looking back out into the sand.
"Luke... Luke where are you?"
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Post by C3 on Feb 21, 2012 15:02:20 GMT -6
C3135-T14 Location: Unknown Status: Functioning. Repairs recommended.
C3 smiled a little at the male's word. If he was making remarks like that, then he was clearly doing better than she initially feared. He would not see the smile through her visor, but he would likely hear the relief in her voice.
"I am not restrained by the same limits that a body of flesh would have," she told him. "I am glad to see that you are conscious. That has good implications. You must not strain yourself from here on out. You risk making your injuries worse if you do. I must go now. Be safe."
With that, C3 retreated from the wounded warrior, out of the ship and back into the sandstorm. She wasn't sure, but it felt like it was getting worse. She moved quickly toward the other pelican, climbing in and dusting the sand of off her suit. She was ready to go.
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Post by hollowsaber on Feb 21, 2012 15:10:15 GMT -6
((NPC Pelican)) “Package is in the bay. Moving off your six.” The second pelican pilot waited for the Android and the Archaeologist to get into the craft before he lifted into the storm and rotated to his right. The craft pushed into the storm and lifted vertically into the air towards a way point Bifrons had placed down. As the craft closed, his co-pilot moved into the bay, past the new occupants, and to the door. “Cover your hair ladies!” The co-pilot laughed then waited as the door began to open. The pelican shifted right, and twisted in the air sideways, sticking the bay out for the two combatants on the top. The co-pilot held onto a brace and motioned them into the bay, showing haste. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” * * * * * * * Arbiter Suliam Quart'ai Blade Of The Prophets Atop the Ancient Structure |
“Go Human.” Suliam nodded and waited for a moment. He allowed the Human time to do what he needed, then walked to the other pillar to retrieve his energy sword. He holstered it, then moved up to the human Transport craft. If they stayed for to long, the storm would overwhelm the vehicle and bring it down, so haste was needed. The storm swirled and whistled loudly around them. It was hard for the Arbiter to even see the human vehicle, and the front of it was completely obscured from his vision. The engines of the craft glowed brightly, but the wall of brown dust and sand seemed almost overwhelming. The vehicle didn’t have long. Suliam stepped inside, causing the craft to lower and whine slightly from the sudden weight. The marine that he walked back seemed to stare in awe at his size, but only whistled. Behind him, Suliam heard the door close, and felt the craft lift away.
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Post by kel on Feb 21, 2012 15:14:57 GMT -6
Ruk was the first jackal to reach the drop zone, joined soon by Zhal. He had called in to high command just a cycle ago, and three silhouettes were moving through the storm.
The low hum could be heard as the trio of phantoms banked to the cliff, and lowered, opening the doors downwind to allow the kig-yar entrance. Ruk stepped onto the ramp and turned to his division, watching as they entered the clearing and boarded their respective phantoms. "Rifles ready. You lot are still sniping. Refresh ammo, clear your barrels, and magnetize!" He yelled against the wind, voice clear over the comm as he turned into his phantom, his partner loaded up as the Phantom lifted from its spot.
--Kel--
Kel trotted into the clearing as the three Phantom drop ships banked into position at the edge of the cliff. With Zhal close behind, she made her way for the first phantom. Ruk, the division leader, stood on the ramp of the second, giving his orders to the teams. Yik and Mir were climbing onto the third ship's ramp, tossing their rifles in to get a better grip.
Zhal was first to the ship, and limberly hopped up, turning briefly to help Kel climb on. With the division boarded, the ships closed their doors and pushed off.
The hum of the engines were dampened within, as was the roar of the storm. Kel allowed herself to relax.
Zhal's gruff voice came back over the comm. "Last reminder to refresh your weapons. We are going to circle the battlefield, ramps deployed, and snipe prime targets. The Hierarchs want that structure, and we will ensure they get it. If you see any Demons, they are secondary objectives. Cripple, if not kill. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Major." The Division replied in unison.
"Major, we are nearing the battlefield. Deploying ramps." The voice of a pilot could be heard. Kel moved to the opposing ramp.
"Magnetize yourselves." Ruk ordered. Kel pressed a light on her suit, and planted her feet as her grip on the floor became solid, her steps heavier.
As the ramps deployed, sand blew into the Phantoms, threatening to knock Kel over. The Phantom banked to the left, and slowed its engines, making a rotation around the battlefield that raged below. Ruk's Phantom was in the lead, and he was just emerging on the ramp, crouched, and lowering his rifle. Sublime Aggression had entered the fray.
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Post by SuperCommando on Feb 21, 2012 15:47:32 GMT -6
CPO SPARTAN-009 (Silas) | Planet Artifice | The top of the ancient structure |
It took a few minutes for the Pelican dropships to arrive. It gave Silas a chance to catch his breath and regain a little strength, enough to stand up straight and bold despite the harassing winds, which had already turned into a frantic gale. His tactical gear rattled on his harness and his armor was pelted by sand. He turned his head sideways against the wind in an attempt to mitigate the amount of stinging grains slicing into his helmet’s opening, but to little avail. With his one good eye, he squinted (even that small action caused his face to shudder with pain) through the storm at the Arbiter, who remained similarly motionless. Even though he was taken aback by the alien’s truce enough to let up on the assault, The SPARTAN remained vigilant for any funny business. The staring contest persisted until the whine of the dropship’s engines rose above the ambient wind. Their ride was here. The Arbiter waited patiently, allowing Silas to board first. Reluctantly, he took a few steps backward, then turned slightly and walked to the Pelican while keeping his eye on the Elite. Only at the very edge of the pillar did Silas fully turn and hop into the open bay. He passed Dr. Harper and the alien android wordlessly, moving into the rear corner. He stood with the ruined left side of his head facing the corner – he didn’t want anybody to focus on his embarrassingly horrific wound. Reaching up to grab a ceiling handhold and brace himself for movement, he kept his right eye trained on the Arbiter the whole time, his hand hovering over his sidearm… just in case.
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Post by Dutch on Feb 21, 2012 16:28:14 GMT -6
SPARTAN-126 (Victor) Planet Artifice Was it dead? Was it still alive? Victor didn’t think so, and with the sandstorm so thick he doubted it would be able to see him. So as the pelican he’d called in landed to pick up both the wounded Jethro and their interesting asset, he darted across open ground to assist his comrade, only to watch as the luminous blue android helped him up without effort onto the pelican, with Lucifer following them both as the android headed back to the other evac pelican. Victor wasted no time in jumping on the pelican, which bobbed under the added weight, and took a seat near Jethro. He seemed alright thankfully, if not a bit uncomfortable. Hell, he was lucky to be alive, Covenant snipers were known as good shots. Beside him Lucifer pulled her helmet off to analyze their asset with her own eyes. "If we are done on this planet... "Then what’s next?" she pondered aloud, Victor only shrugged in response, then turned his attention back to Jethro. Where’s Silas gone off to? He wondered. Corporal Jonathan Fisher Planet Artifice Fisher felt like puking as the biofoam burned his guts. Damn it felt like a thousand stinging ants crawling through him. He slumped to the ground, and Mossley and Rhodes just managed to catch him before he fell. “Come on Corporal, we gotta get your sorry ass to an evac bird.” Rhodes said, wrapping one of Fishers arms around his shoulder while Mossley took the other one. Stepping forward with the wounded corporal between the two of them, Mossley raised Lieutenant Howard. “Lieutenant, Mossley here. Fish got chewed up pretty bad, a spiker round pinned him through the gut to some rocks. Some special ops troopers un-stuck him and plugged him up for now, but he needs evac now, he can’t move anything below his waist.”
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Post by C3 on Feb 21, 2012 16:29:02 GMT -6
C3135-T14 Location: Unknown Status: Functioning. Repairs recommended.
C3 watched with both the armored human and the massive creature climb into their ship, moving to one side to give them a healthy amount of room. She remembered the human-like one was called a Spartan as someone had earlier called them. But who was this other creature.
Sangheili. Her data banks registered that now. This Sangheili was much larger than her; to a degree of being intimidating. His unique silver armor only increased his frightening look. She eyed him with a particular wariness. She knew he was not one of her new guardians. So why were they picking him up? Was this the one that she would be speaking with?
She moved away from him as far as she could in the small ship, wanting a little bit more room between the two of them. However, she allowed her hood and visor to fall away as well, revealing true face again. Like that of a young girl. She watched him steadily through her uncovered eyes, not really sure what would be appropriate to say to him.
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Post by hollowsaber on Feb 21, 2012 16:46:11 GMT -6
Arbiter Suliam Quart'ai Blade Of The Prophets Inside the Human Ship |
The Arbiter looked around within the cramped space, and stepped to the side to allow the one smaller human return to the cockpit. The warrior retracted the mouth-guard of his helmet from his mandibles, then his eye-shields. Free once again, the warrior’s mandibles flexed in the open air as he reorientated himself. Suliam looked about the space, then back at the Human he had dueled earlier. The man was well trained, and Suliam respected him for his will to go on. Though, that wasn’t why he was in the vehicle... He was there for a moment with the Android, who moved away from him from fright. The warrior chuckled to himself a little, then knelt down in the middle of the bay, not to close, but not to far so she wouldn’t have to speak loudly. Suliam placed his hand across his chest, then gently bowed his head to her. “I, am Arbiter Suliam Quart’ai...” Suliam flexed his mandibles together and spoke in English, as he had before. The Android seemed to speak it fluently, and he also wished to keep the humans in the vehicle at ease. A fight was not what he wanted. “Blade of the Prophets... I have a few questions I wish to ask you. They are simple questions, and I must know the answers.” Suliam lifted his head to her for a moment, then to the Human. “And it may change the war between our species....”
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Post by C3 on Feb 21, 2012 17:03:54 GMT -6
C3135-T14 Location: Unknown Status: Functioning. Repairs recommended.
C3's stance slowly eased, but her gaze stayed wary. He did just want to talk. That was something that the android could do. And he seemed to be rather polite about it, showing no aggression toward her. She leaned against the side of the ship's interior, her hands behind her back.
"You are of the Sangheili race. Strong, swift, intelligent. Capable of being quite formidable," she commented. "I do not understand your war against these humans, nor can I say I approve. However, I do not know how long I have been dormant either. Much has likely changed since I was last active."
C3 looked the warrior over for a long moment, analyzing him with her sensors. She chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, for he had spared the Spartan that had been in combat with him. He might have a desire to bring about peace....
"I will provide you with the information you seek, so long as I cannot foresee it being used to further this war. I have seen the fall of one race. I will not assist in the fall of another," she told him at last, tone even.
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Post by hollowsaber on Feb 21, 2012 17:12:04 GMT -6
Arbiter Suliam Quart'ai Blade Of The Prophets Inside the Human Ship |
Suliam listened well to the human android, and bowed his head as he finished. She had the information he required, and hopefully her answers would shed light on their war. For generations, his kind had worships the Ancients that had built the structures, deeming them gods... Though, the prophets had misled his brothers and sisters. Blood was spilt, and honor defiled. He would have no more of it. “Our war was brought about by word of the San’Shyum. We call them Prophets, as they are our leaders down the path of the Great Journey, or Salvation with the Gods. From what I have seen today, I doubt their words, like few others within my race.” The Arbiter sighed and closed his eyes, letting his mind recuperate from the memories. “Who are your creators...? Our Gods.” The Arbiter asked, looking up at the Android. “Who are the ones that have left this all behind?”
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Post by C3 on Feb 21, 2012 17:47:03 GMT -6
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“Our war was brought about by word of the San’Shyum. We call them Prophets, as they are our leaders down the path of the Great Journey, or Salvation with the Gods. From what I have seen today, I doubt their words, like few others within my race," the Sangheili spoke. Suliam, as he had called himself earlier. C3 filed that away with the rest of her information on him. His question came a moment later.
"Who are your creators...? Our Gods. Who are the ones that have left this all behind?”
C3 was silent for a moment. It was a simple question. He desired knowledge for his own understanding, not to harm others after all. Or so it seemed. When C3 could not find any way to fault him, she chose to answer.
"Shortly after my reawakening, another warrior of your side of combat referred to me as a holy being. And now you call my creators Gods. I have been out of commission for much longer than I initially believed...." She stared off in no direction in particular at first, while going through her memory files. It was a disturbing realization. What had become of her race? Or The Creators? Many had been lost in their fight with the parasite. What had become of the remainder of them?
A moment later, she refocused on the Arbiter. "We... my race.... called them just that. The Creators. I believe I can safely presume they are likely called something different now. They are the Peacekeepers of The Galaxy and believe that violence is an unnecessary act. I am surprised they have allowed this war to go on as it has.I would think they would have intervened by now. Unless their numbers have come to dwindle that much. Regardless, I assure you. They are not Gods. They were merely a race as am I."
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 21, 2012 18:06:18 GMT -6
Dani-047 and Dr. Victoria J. Harper Dani had stayed by Victors side untill the android that had followed Dr. Victoria walked over and offered help. Dani stared blankly at the little thing as it managed to heft Victor and all of his glory off toward the pelican. "Hmm.." She offered, gaining new respect for the thing. So without any more effort the female Spartan had got up and ran over toward the pelican that awaited most of Gold team, it took her no time to get onto the pelican and sit down.. so much had happened today that she just pulled the knife off of her chest and began to sharpen it against her armored fore-arm which was already scratched and paintless from her many sessions with it. So even when Lucifer began to talk she stayed silent, lost in her recap of todays events. ------------------------- Dr. Harper watched in admiration as the little female andriod went off t carry a spartan over toward the pelican.. then the two had walked into their own pelican to pick up the arbiter and Silas. Once the pelican lifted off and the bay doors to the pillar opened.. Victoria felt like spitting toward the alien and refuesed to make eye contact with it... the things it had done to the team she was stationed with on this desolit rock for an upwards of three years was unspeakable.. so many flames extinquished with a spear and a sword. The female did.. choose to make eye contact with Silas though and gave him a if your wrong about this we are all dead look before returning her gaze toward the alien and the andriod who where now conversating.. she listened closely to what was being said and before even thinking she pulled out a tape recorder and began to record the conversation from the arbiters first question.
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Post by darthsloan on Feb 21, 2012 18:09:31 GMT -6
They had waited near the excavation site, and the battle seemed to die down. Human ships can and went and some even fell to the ground like the rocks they were. In all this activity they had remained undetected. He heard the word Demon being spoken as they waited, and assumed that that's who was in the ship. He grew anxious, and excited as much as the other lance members. He just couldn't take it any more he just had to ask.
"What's your plan teacher?"
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Post by hollowsaber on Feb 21, 2012 18:12:59 GMT -6
Arbiter Suliam Quart'ai Blade Of The Prophets Inside the Human Ship |
“It is as I fear then...” Suliam sighed and settled back onto his leg. “So am I safe to assume that these, Creators, made the Ancient Structure that we found you in...?” Suliam sighed and closed his eyes, lowering his head as it began to register in his mind. It was a lie, all of it. From the beginning, the Prophets had manipulated all of it. Every word they had told him, was false. What else was a lie? What else had they not told his race about these ‘Gods’?! Slowly, the revelation turned to anger, and the Sangheili made a fist, clenching his muscles tightly. The audacity! Suliam would have his vengeance... Yet for now he needed more information. “Who were the humans to the Forerunners?” Suliam stood in the pelican and turned his back to them, walking towards the bay doors some, pausing several feet away from the door.
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