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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 19:24:41 GMT -5
(The Plasma blade built into Kell's armour isn't your average Plasma sword. The blade is shorter and more intensly focused, giving it superior armour piercing abilties. And O'Neill got REALLY lucky.)
O'Neill took another look at the corpses of the aliens before he fell in line with the rest of the marines, following them to wherever the Master Chief and Sgt. Johnson took them. "Hey Johnson, my Tac-map says there's a civilian museum on military history on the next block. We might be able to find a vehicle there."
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 19:28:06 GMT -5
"We're not here to sightsee, marines. All the displays in musuems are static anyway." Johnson grunted. "And it's probably something too old for us to even use properly." One of the others added, snickering. 10 minutes later, they'd come across the abandoned hulk of a warthog troop carrier, turned upside down and a dead marine laying nearby in peices.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 18, 2007 19:35:25 GMT -5
"Poor bugger..." O'Neill muttered, looking over the dead marine. He quickly retrieved his dog tags and looked around, trying to spot anything they could use. "See anything we might be able to use, guys?" (Be back in a bit, I'm eating dinner... Mmm, Pizza...)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 18, 2007 19:41:58 GMT -5
"Alright marines... You know the drill." Johnson said, with all of them slinging their rifles in an attempt to upright to foundering hog. Before they could do that, the master chief himself pushed the silly thing over single-handedly, as if it weighed nothing. It hit with a glassy crunch, and then settled down almost forlornly, as if angry from being disturbed from it's wallowing. Johnson paused for a moment. "Well we aren't being paid by the hour, so let's move it!! @$$ holes and elbows people, come on!" He yelled, ushering them onto the hog. The engine whined contemptuosly, but started anyway to the relief of it's passengers.
[[Right.]]
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Post by Jiang on Oct 19, 2007 11:49:24 GMT -5
O'Neill took one of the seats closest to the rear of the Hog, trying not to squish any of the Marines. "Beats walking, I guess..." Kell grumbled, looking over the vehicle from his seat. "The thing's a death trap... One Plasma grenade, and it's all over..." He thought to himself, fiddling with his Rifle. He reloaded the weapon and took a couple spare magazines from a supply case under his seat.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 19, 2007 22:34:45 GMT -5
The masterchief rode shotgun, and loaded his BR. "Balls to the walls!!" Johnson yelled, and floored the gas. The hog tore off, bouncing over rubble and bodies every few moments.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 19, 2007 22:52:57 GMT -5
"Yeeehaaww! I love this job!" A marine called out, clearly enjoying the ride. O'Neill afforded himself a laugh as he looked around, wondering what came next. "Aw crap, we got Ghosts inbound!" O'Neill shouted, pointing behind them. A pair of the alien scout craft were closing in fast, they would be in weapons range within fifteen seconds. "Get ready for a firefight men!"
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 19, 2007 23:02:17 GMT -5
The cheif turned to face these new targets, and waited for it to enter range, as did everyone else in the hog. Johnson kept them going too fast for the ghosts to even get an accurate mark on them anyway, so they would be safe untill... "Dead end!" Someone called out, the moment they turned into a street with a collapsed building in the center. "They don't make these babies with four wheel for nothin!" Johnson yelled, flooring it and heading straight for the most forgiving section of rubble.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 19, 2007 23:23:14 GMT -5
O'Neill started firing at the Ghosts with his rifle, trying to pick off the pilots. He primed a Plasma grenade, threw it, and watched as it stuck to the Helmet of one of the Elite pilots. The Elite roared in surprise and reached for his helmet just before he exploded, pieces of him and his machine flying everywhere.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 20, 2007 2:07:01 GMT -5
The second ghost succumbed to small arms fire; the perforated radiator spewed plasma forth, burning the pilot and necessitating ejection while the ghost itself careened on wildly and riderless. It exploded brilliantly, and the pilot rolled to a stop, either dead or unconcious.
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Post by Jiang on Oct 20, 2007 2:12:35 GMT -5
"Sorry, but you're just to d*** Ugly to let live!" O'Neill shouted, firing his rifle into a tank of plasma on the side of a Ghost that had gotten close enough for him to shoot accuratly at. The resulting explosion was met with a roar of approval from the Marines, who fired in salvoes at the Ghosts. Another Ghost closed in, firing wildly at the Hog. One of the Marines screamed in pain and fell out of the Hog, having taken a round in the chest.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 20, 2007 2:23:36 GMT -5
[[I've been thinkin'.... How about you be the one to controll the master chief?]]
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Post by Jiang on Oct 20, 2007 3:14:01 GMT -5
( I dunno... You're doing pretty good... Plus you threw in Cortana! I would have forgotten about her!)
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Post by Zig on Oct 20, 2007 22:05:19 GMT -5
every one's radio kicked on "Mayday this is spirit of fire we have taken heavy damage if there's any one down there we will be docking at an abandoned ship port nearest to spartan 117's location for repairs"
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 20, 2007 23:07:34 GMT -5
[[This is a covert mission, as all missions involving the master cheif always are. You don't just yell out you're landing right on a secret drop team, now do you?]]
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Post by Zig on Oct 21, 2007 8:57:50 GMT -5
(lol Sprite of fire is the spartans destroyer it's there guardian angel so to speak thank you halo wars and plus how would I drop in)
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 21, 2007 13:17:59 GMT -5
[[Just like the pilot did, smart one. He crash landed near us, not even knowing we were there. It was luck they found him before the grunts did.]]
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Post by Zig on Oct 21, 2007 16:31:12 GMT -5
(any way)
The radio kicked on once more "cheif I'm droping you some support 6 clicks north from you there's some anti air we need taken out"
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Oct 21, 2007 16:42:22 GMT -5
"Negative, negative." Johnson said, in place of the cheif. "Our objective is the rally point 3 clicks east of here." He said, into the comm. "We're in the main assault on the covenant's 3rd digging team. Request re-drop or abort of drop." Johnson said.
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Post by Zig on Oct 21, 2007 16:48:32 GMT -5
"Johnson whats more improtant the fleet or a bit of digging sprit of fire out"
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