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Post by Jiang on Oct 16, 2007 14:51:41 GMT -5
An ODST, Sgt. Kell O'Neill, was prepping his gear before the insertion to the war-torn streets of the planet Delta Pavonis, a world almost entirely covered by a UNSC city. The planet was now all but deserted after a major covenant assualt, which crippled the UNSC defense fleet in the sector and allowed Covenant troops to slip past the orbital defenses and land on the planet. The Sergeant and his men were barely ready when the british pilot yelled "Thirty Seconds out, Godspeed Lads!" over the cabin speakers. O'Neill slammed a magazine into his BR55HB SR battle rifle and charged the weapon. He glanced at his hip holster to make sure his sidearm, an effective M6G Pistol, was still there. He checked and double checked his modified MJOLINIR battle armour's IFF and motion tracker systems, and slid on his helmet. He got up and walked over to the back of the dropship, just as the ship touched down. He leaped out and onto the ground, scanning the area for targets.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 16, 2007 17:32:32 GMT -5
[[3 things: 1.)I don't like halo much, but I'll join as the master cheif if you let me, 2.) Hell jumpers don't have the exclusivly-spartan MJOLNIR armor, 3.)If this is before Halo I, they don't even have the armor yet 4.)If it's after Halo III, the war's already over 5.)Covenant glass the entire planet, instead of just leaving it there. Nothing man-made would survive. 6.)Covenant don't remain on planets already irrevocably wasted. 7.)Anyone got some grilled-cheese sandwitches?]]
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Post by Jiang on Oct 16, 2007 23:16:47 GMT -5
(Another wonderful three things: 1: O'Neill isn't a Spartan, but he DID get the same training and augmentation the Spartans did, along with a highly modified suit of MJOLNIR MK VI armour that came with a pitch-black paint job and a few slick features the Chief would gladly kill for. 2: The only reason the Covies didn't glass the planet was because there's something VERY interesting to them under the surface of Delta Pavonis. 3:Actually, they did have MJOLNIR Marks I-III before the first halo, but it wasn't equipped with shields until the Mark IV phase . 4: Play whoever you want, the Chief included. This RP takes place, hmm, in between the First and Second Halo. 5: No grilled cheese sandwiches on this flight, but we do have some wonderful Vegetarian Burrito MREs in the Pelican.) [Edited]
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 17, 2007 8:12:25 GMT -5
[[[1.)*Green light winks on* 2.)*Green light winks on* 3.)*Green light winks on* 4.)*Green light winks on* 5.)*Red light and buzzer wink on!!*]]]
And then the master cheif jumped out. Landing on the dry, dusty dirt with the pronounced "Thud" of half a ton of whoop-@$$. He stood up, and immediatley began looking around. Standing for a moment, and seemingly caught between the debate of the shotgun or the battle rifle on his back, he slid the battle rifle off his back, loaded it and stood ready for action as his less-imposing UNSC counterparts flanned out among the wreckage and debris.
The master chief himself slowly walked forward, watching a very distant dogfight in the skies to the far north. None of the regular soldiers were even aware of the fighting, but he watched everything unfold at his suit's maximum magnification. Seraph class fighters and and Banshees all spiraled around in circles, some occasionally exploding and falling to earth. At one point, it seemed as if the covenant would lose, but then a twice-dammed capitol ship came, and rained unholy death on all the remaining pilots. Only one managed to escape, and he was headed right for them with several banshees on his tail. At once the master chief moved into cover; the seraph was loosing juuuuust enough altitude that it would come down right on their current drop zone. "Take cover marines! Seraph impact ETA 1 minute!" Cortana cried out, over the marines' tacoms.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 17, 2007 11:37:44 GMT -5
O'Neill swore under his breath and keyed his suit's tac-com. "Pilot! Get that Pelican out of here!" The pilot wordlessly obeyed and took off, as the Sergeant rallied his troops. He moved the Helljumpers a couple hundred meters west of the LZ with great speed, hoping that they wouldn't run into any Covies on their way. After they were in the clear, he turned around and watched the Seraph smash it's way through a four story building, bounce off the metal roof of another structure, and plow into the LZ just before it exploded in a white-hot ball of fire. "Thanks for the heads up, Cortana." He looked over at the Chief and then back at his marines. O'Neill continued to look around, trying to get his bearings when he saw a trio of Grunts come around the corner of a aging warehouse north of the ODST's position. He took aim, and squeezed off a pair of rounds into the lead Grunt's chest. His companions squealed in terror and opened fire with their Plasma Pistols, backpedaling in an attempt to escape. The Sergeant fired his modified Battle Rifle twice more, and the grunts dropped to the ground. "There's bound to be more of the ugly little B*****s Somewhere around here..."
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 17, 2007 16:36:47 GMT -5
The chief stood right where he was, almost statue like and looking sky-ward. A billowing white cloud sank was headed right for him, although upon closer inspetion, it was not a cloud, but a parachute. Attached to it by several ultra-high tensile steel cables, was a shaken but still alive pilot on his chair. "That's quite an entrance marine..." Cortana said, when his chair hit the ground. "Thank you ma'am. I didn't hurt anyone when the seraph crashed, did I?" The pilot said, freeing himself. "Not anybody, but I suggest you hurry up and find heat, soldier." Cortana said. He looked at the crippled survival rifle on the side of his chair sheepishly, and gratefully accepted the shotgun the Mastercheif wordlessly tossed him. "Move out marines!" Captain Johnson called from farther up the line.
[[[Can I be johnson too?]]]
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Post by Jiang on Oct 17, 2007 18:54:50 GMT -5
(Yes, you can... But isn't he a Master Sergeant?) "Nice landing, Swabbie." O'Neill laughed, thumbing his hand at the smoking site of the Seraph's crash. Turning back to the ODSTs, O'Neill walked over to the corpses of the grunts who had the luck of meeting their fate at the business end of Kell's rifle. He scavenged four plasma grenades and two Plasma pistols, the other pistol had taken a bullet and was inoperable. "Merry Christmas, Spartan." O'Neill tossed the Chief a pair of the alien grenades and one of the pistols, he gave the other pistol to the pilot. "Allright guys, I know that you all have this on your Tac-Coms, but I'll repeat our objectives anyway. Our standing orders are to extract an intelligence asset from an ancient alien structure underneath the city center. This is the Chief's mission, so he's in charge." Without another word, O'Neill walked up behind Johnson and began to study the Tactical map on his HUD, trying to figure out the best way to the city center.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 17, 2007 20:27:28 GMT -5
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The master chief caught the plasma pistol, considered tossing it, and then considered his lack of a regular pistol. Sliding it into the empty holster, he turned and readied himself for battle.
"Come on you apes! It's time to get your hides into gear! Remember, the same formation. Little bastards up front, big ones in back." Johnson said, setting up a decent but cautious pace. "Say... You think this mission's worth it?" One of the marines in the back asked another. "I mean yeah, there's some weird-ass thing here the covenant wants... Suppose they DO get it? Then what?" He asked. "Cut the chatter!!" Johnson yelled from up front. The master chief listened in uninterested at first, and then payed closer attention untill Johnson interrupted. So, with out the conversation to absorb his attention, he was able to notice the Jackall on the 4th floor of a distant building with a covenant plasma sniper rifle. Jerking his rifle up and squeezing off several rounds, it did not stop the jackall from managing to fire off it's first and last shot. The round passed so close to the left of his head it caused the shields to short out. Johnson and the others automatically dove for cover, but not before 12 or 13 other Jackalls with sniper rifles and plasma carbines opened fire, nicking one of them in the leg. 117 dove for cover, and the last he saw of that particular jackall was it's headless body slumped up against the wall, and blue gore all over the place.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 17, 2007 22:57:18 GMT -5
O'Neill was a little late to the fight, so he hadn't been spotted by the jackals yet. Which was perfect. He activated his armours experimental active camoflage system and raced up the street straight for a cluster of three Jackals, who were too busy shooting at the Chief to notice O'Neill circle around behind them. He de-activated his active camo and dropped into a melee stance, activating a plasma blade built into his armour's right forearm section. The blade hummed softly and glowed blue-white, and the ODST thrust the weapon into the Jackal's gut. The alien howled in pain just before it died, alerting it's comrades to the human's location. Before they could get a bead on O'Neill, he sliced the blade through the Jackal closest to him and shot the other in the chest several times with his sidearm. The Jackal he had slashed fell into two pieces, and the last one made an odd gurgling sound from it's prone position on the ground as it bled out from it's wounds. O'Neill took cover behind some crates and started firing his Rifle at the remaining Jackals, hoping to draw some of their fire from the Marines. (Hmm... Excluding O'Neill, Johnson, the Pilot, and the Chief, ten Helljumpers? And everyone can die but the Pilot.)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 7:38:32 GMT -5
[[How in the LORD do hell jumpers shuttle in on a pelican!? Even the master chief's made hell drops before!!]]
"Garcia! Let 'em have it!" Johnson barked, and a short woman ran to the front with a sniper rifle. Immediately, she set upon the jackalls, which in turn set upon her. The chief remained where he was, studying an odd anomaly in a building's construction. Paying little attention to the firefight [he was safe from fire] he tried to figure out what it was that was making his neck hairs stand up.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 11:57:11 GMT -5
After fifteen or so minutes of fighting the Jackals, the marines had managed to whittle their numbers down to about five. The remaining aliens had taken cover next to each other on the third story of a apartment building. O'Neill, getting a little bored, primed both of his plasma grenades and chucked them up and into the Jackal's apartment. He heard one of them shout a warning to his allies, but it was to late. The grenades detonated, sending two of the Jackals flying out the windows and showering the others with shrapnel and fire. Kell took a few steps back so that he could survey the damage he had caused. The entire outer wall of the apartment had been blown outwards, and the interior had been thoroughly gutted. O'Neill began gathering weapons and ammo from the fallen Jackals, after a few minutes of scavenging, he brought back a pair of Carbines, a few hundred rounds of ammo for them, and a box of 12 plasma grenades. "I love this job!" O'Neill laughed, his youthful enthusiasm for anything that goes 'Boom' beginning to show through. He handed a pair of the Plasma Grenades to Johnson and stuck the rest into a Helljumper's rucksack. He gave the carbines to a pair of marines who didn't have decent weapons, and proceeded to stand over by the chief. (I dunno... Maybe the cruiser they were on took some damage to the drop pod bays, so taking a Pelican was the only way to go?)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 16:28:31 GMT -5
[[......]]
It had finally clicked. He began firing at the distant orange and blue support structure, which shuddered and let out a hoarse grunt of pain and anger. It, and the one next to it exploded into movement, furious as well. "Hunters!" Cortana cried, scaring those who weren't already trying to find a way out of their deadly fuel rod cannons' paths. The master cheif himself leapted up into the floor above where he'd been standing, right as two bright green beams of death hit and vaporized his previous location. "Nut the heck up marines!" Johnson barked, shooting wildly at the pair of hunters advancing on the chief. Working in perfect unison, each gigantic 11 foot tall hunter guarded the other's weak spots with their sheilds, as AP rounds from evey marine present rattled uselessly off of their mighty armor.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 18:33:55 GMT -5
O'Neill leaped into cover, barely managing to avoid a blast from the Hunter's fuel rod cannon. He primed a grenade and threw it at the beast's feet. Immediatly after the grenade detonated, he dashed behind the Hunter, shooting at a weak spot in It's armour. He jumped into cover just in time to avoid another shot from the Hunter's ally. O'Neill took out another grenade and chucked it onto a balconey above the Hunters, causing a large amount of debris to rain down (Harmlessly) on their heads.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 18:37:29 GMT -5
They focused all fire on the biggest threat, the human that was tossing the grenades. Now, they wanted the head of that human.
"Keep the fire on them!!" Johnson yelled, trying to get a shot through the armored wall.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 18:44:24 GMT -5
"Aw, crap." O'Neill dodged yet another blast from the lumbering tanks, firing nonstop at them with his rifle. He spotted the same marine whose rucksack had recieved the box of grenades, and he raced up to the soldier. Not bothering to explain himself, he reached into the Helljumper's rucksack, grabbed the box, and took off running towards a pile of rubble five or so meters from the Hunters. He popped open the lid of the box, primed one of the alien grenades, closed the lid, and then chucked the entire box of grenades at the Hunters. There was a massive explosion that shook the entire street and filled the area with dust, but that didn't stop O'Neill from staying in cover.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 18:46:27 GMT -5
"wehfhoghpa~!! Uwofuoa[hfg. hwsofhaqkwhfkwhfkskai." One of them grunted to the other, in their odd tounge. They raised the sheilds from off the ground where they'd been hiding, and now closed in on the human nuicance prepairing to bash his skull in rather than vaporize it.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 18:52:12 GMT -5
O'Neill dropped his rifle and activated his plasma blade again. He dodged a swing from one of the Hunters and slashed at it's exposed bits. "Spartan! I could use some help!" Kell dodged another blow from the Hunter's shield, and he rewarded the alien's enthusiasm for melee combat by thrusting his blade deep into it's chest armour.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 18:57:12 GMT -5
"You look like you had everything under controll when you took all those jackalls on!" One of the marines came up, holding the shotgun the spartan had given him. Leveling it, he fired several times, but all they were doing was just agitating the pair further. The masterchief leapt from the top of the building, a dark blue ball in his hand. "Scatter!" The marine yelled, jumping back and barely avoiding being crushed. The master chief alighted on one of the hunters' backs, primed the grenade, and tossed it at the massive hole in the armor of their backs. Jumping off and avoiding the back spikes, he hit the floor as a satisfying explosion followed by splattering followed. Orange gore coated those nearest, including the fallen hunter's twin. It stood a moment, before it yelled and charged at them, swinging it's sheild at anything human.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 19:06:48 GMT -5
O'Neill roared in anger, ducked the alien's shield, and thrust the blade into the Hunter's chest armour again. This time , the alien groaned in agony and slumped to the ground, a smoldering hole punched through it's breastplate. He deactivated the blade and took a few steps back, looking over the scene of the battle. "Jackals aren't a challenge in hand-to-hand combat. These guys are." He replied, looking back at the chief. He picked up his modified Battle Rifle and looked it over for any signs of damage. "I'm thinking that we should scoot before any more Covies show their ugly heads."
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 19:14:10 GMT -5
[[In combat, there is no way in heaven or hell that crappy little plasma sword would have scratched the hunter's armor. It's stronger than starship hull metal.]]
Regardless of that, the others said nothing and moved on. The master chief fell in among them as if none of that had even happened, and they continued on their pace.
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