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"HUMANS GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!." The arbitor managed to yell out as the attacks from Srash cut him in several places. He pulled out 3 plasma gernades of which he was hidding in his armour. With his left hand he attacks Srash with a stronge thrust at his gut. His right hand started up the plasma's.

Srash fell to his knee bleeding badly. Looking up he says. "Only you will die from our entaglement." With that he attacks one last time. Jabbing his plasma sword as hard as he could at the Arbiter's stomach.

The arbitor took the hit and walked forward pushing the sword deeper and deeper into himself as he got closer to Srash. He then stuck the plasma's to srash directly and fell back from the pain. He was now at the edge of death. His mind raced of thoughts, past, present, and his would be future. He lied their and it seemed like hours when it was only seconds.

The Elite, filled with sudden rage from the Arbitors supposed death, grabbed the Flood form and ripped it in half, filled with a new desire to finish the mission, he crawled to the warthog and waved to the humans to help him over.

"Need help...."

Srash picked up the Arbiter and held him very close as the plasma grenades were ready to explode.

Tracculks pressed forward through the marines nearest him chasing Boyd as his little Flood infection forms began ripping apart Harrison.

The arbitor opened his eyes to srash's ugly face. He couldn`t move it was over for him. At least he would go down and take some one with him. He some how managed to spit out a sentance all the while blood spraying from his mouth. "The prophet's are go..going...t...t..to activate....Halo and you creatures....will starve." He then closed his eyes once again and was out.

As soon as he was over the warthog, he stared strait into the face of one of the marines.


"You are leader? GO HELP THE ARBITOR HUMAN!!!"


He fell once again to the floor, blood oozing everywhere, mayhap one of the human medics decided to help him, he could save the arbitor

ooc: whoa everyone is all of a sudden quiet....hmmmm lol well then.

"Fine, hold off them here" Boyd responded. He was damn glad these flood creatures were allergic to him.
He rushed back, shotgun blazing, dodging and weaving the flood. He first reached Harrision, wiped the littel ones off him and got him up to his feet, Harrision's armour had taken the brunt of the attack on him. Boyd grabbed Harrision by the arm and flung him across the bridge and over the Warthog. Boyd saw two marines carry an badly hurt Eliete over the Warthog as well.
In one smooth movement, Boyd lept at shrash and smacked him in the back of the head and grabbed the Arbiter and began to run. He had to double back through the mess, but many of the attack forms had stayed clear of the fire from the mini MAC on the Warthog, so that's what the Boyd did, he ran, with the heaavy weight of the Arbiter on his back and returned to the Warthog. He ordered his men back into the corridor and had the door blown.
They all stopped to rest as Boyd watched as the bridge collapse from the explosion. Anything on the bridge went down. They were isolated on a stucture in the middle of the chasm, there was no way in or out. Boyd took a deep breath, he knew it was too easy erlier when he had planted the bomb.
He walked into the large room that was at the center of the stucture and couldn't beleive his eyes. Hundreds of skelotons lay on the floor, it was clear that they human, and covenant, but they had been here for centuries at least. He Knelt down by one of the skeletons inteh center. The skeleton had a military like unifrom, much like his, he looked down at the nametag. It said UNSC Colonel Harrision. He was shocked. When he looked around he noticed something, all of the skeletons, were wearing UNSC uniforms, Human and covenant, and floating inthe middle of the room, glowing green, floated the index.

OOC: Damn it would have been nice to have the Arbiter die.

OOC: Damn it would have been nice to have the Arbiter die.
ooc:HEY...lol well not in my mind of cource I could of been like an infected thingy. lol

OOC:
I suppose, Boyd, my Elite will have to survive on sheer will alone? Please have someone tend to him, he's dying!! (as seems to be everyone else lately :eek: :gundge: )

OOC:
I suppose, Boyd, my Elite will have to survive on sheer will alone? Please have someone tend to him, he's dying!! (as seems to be everyone else lately :eek: :gundge: )
ooc: yeah basicly I mean no one can live though a who war without getting hurt...some times people die :rolleyes: ok well I was going to try and make my arbitor an infected majigger instead of dieing but I dont think so anymore :p

ooc; ok well if your waiting for me to rp respond just relize IM KNOCKED OUT lol.

ooc: did everyone just like all of a sudden leave me...?

Medics moved about in a frenzy, attending to the wounded. The Arbiter was in bad shape, so was his companion, and they too were being tended to. But thank goodness they were safe for the moment. Boyd looked out a small slit int he wall. he chuckled to himself thinking of all the bloodthirsty flood sitting across the chasm. When he chuckled, he noticed that his side hurt tremendusly. Suddenly, he fell to his knees,his legs no longer able to hold him up. His vision began to blur in and out, tehn he dissapeared into a unconcious state. he could hear voices around him, but he couldn't speak or move.
"Man he's a mess, worse off than Harrision and those covenant put together. He's suffering from internal bleeding, exaustion, fatuige, and a nasty gash around his waist from that flood thing. From what I can tell, he almost beld out, he's one tough mother" A marines voice echoed.
"He's the worst off, Harrision is already comming to"Seargant Reed's voice followed.
Then Boyd slowly drifted out agian.

OOC: wow, now that you mention it, he hasn't been all that hurt. I hope this fixes things. Haven't you noticed that all the main charachters in Halo never die. Both elites are being tended to.. basically, allthe good folks are locked up in this tower thing

ooc; ok well if your waiting for me to rp respond just relize IM KNOCKED OUT lol.
i defientely would have made you an Undergod if you still want it though that's cool.

IC: A single infection form landed on the Arbiter....

he arbitor still blacked out thought of nothing but the war. It had been around 15 years since the prophets attacked the halo. They called it sacred ground but once they encountered the flood the sacred ground became a large graveyard. 7 rings in all they attacked each one. The covenant fought agenst the flood without success. He use to be an elite and fought under the prphets and even warshipped them. But seeing his brethern dead he began to hate them. The prophets had lied to him directly...once he was promoted to arbitor and given the sacred armour he betrayed the prophets. He fought agenst them in secret but then hit them and fully showed them that their enemy's are within themselfs. His name wasn`t the arbitor anymore but he still liked to be called it. But now he would no longer call himself an arbitor this was the name of a true worrior and by loosing he wasn`t a worrior. His true name Yalani'var that is what he would be called from then on. He continued to think about his future and wonder if he wound die considering the large gash in his gut from the energy sword that he purposly pushed through his body and out the other side. He had scratch wounds everywhere from the frist attacks by the sword and also had large bite marks from the flood who attacked him in the room when he first walked in. He has lost so much blood by then and where he lay was already starting to drench in blood. He slowly came to and suddenly he burst into a loud roar of pain. He yelled and everyone could here him. He kept yelling the pain wouldn`t stop. Blood spat out of his mouth and he coughed then fell back and tried to breath having a hard time with that.

i defientely would have made you an Undergod if you still want it though that's cool.

IC: A single infection form landed on the Arbiter....
hey have the infection thing hide on him and like later have it come out....that way I could be in the middle of the human armada and then hit them from them from the inside lol...that is if your gunna infect him cause I was just saying that because I didn`t want him to die yet lol.

OOC Ok, so I come to save Boyd, then it backfires. And I am AFK for 4 hours and I am attacked?

And then Boyd is the hero of the day.

Eh, dubya tee eff mait?

OOC Ok I don't mind the attack thing. But generally, you wait for the guy to post. Otherwise for all he knows, he is down in the pits of hell. Now really, I had a pistol and a few grenades. Not like I couldn't have gotten out my self. And I was gonna post something like this:

" Harrison's eyes grew wide as he saw the flood comming at him. He pulled out a grenade and tosses it, only doing some minor damage. Then he got up and pulled out his pistol, unloading bullets into the flood, right when the Artery he had been shot in before started to spazzem. His arm went completely dull, and he was stuck using one arm. Then dropping another grenade he jumped behind the box, and flood guts come spraying everywhere. But it was just too much... "

And I woulda been happy if I got to post once so...ahh what the hell whats done is done...

OOC Ok, so I come to save Boyd, then it backfires. And I am AFK for 4 hours and I am attacked?

And then Boyd is the hero of the day.

Eh, dubya tee eff mait?


Boyd's out for a while so you are in charge.....K...no worries, you are still alive

Harrison started screaming, as multiple bite spots started to feel like fire. Blood was seeping out contiunously out of all the cracks and holes in his armor. His face was completely red, his hair all mussied up.

He started to bite his lip to stop the screaming. He looked around, his body propped up against a crate. His throat was burning too, and his head was thundering. He looked down at his left leg to only see it covered in half dead flood. A medical officer came running up, and injected 3 huge shots in his left arm. One was painkiller, the other was to stabalize him and the other to fight the Flood venom.

Another medical officer came running off and pulled the flood off, then pulled the stingers and teeth out with pliers. Damned things bit through ODST armor.

Then he asked " Hows Boyd, my men and the Arbiter? "

Is anybody lost, i can help them out while my main charachter is out

After the long scream Yalani'var, which he would now be reffered to as, fell back and lost all energy in his body. somthing was irritating, bitting, him pretty hard under his armor. He felt weird and couldn`t move any more. He faces the right side and could see all the wounded humans and his comrade elite. He still bled but not as much. One eye was shut from a cut that had went strait under his eye. He felt nothing anymore.
Is this it. am I gunna dieYalani'var thought as blood dribbled down his forehead.

OOC Me a lil.

I came in to save Boyd, but shit and shit fucked up.

And I left off when I jumped to my right and landed at the crates.

Just give me a brief summary of how Nerotika got his ass kicked ( Were friends, so I am only kidding about his ass getting kicked )

Harrison was pissed. The painkillers and stabalizers stopped the pain and infection. He stood up, surpirisingly. He started to lug himself down the hall. He saw dead bodies everwhere. Sergeant Reed started to command him to backdown, but Harrison could only say " I'm farther advanced in rank, Sergeant. You stand...cough...down. " He didn't want to look weakend, but he truely was. He ended up falling on his knees, then onto his face.

OOC Me a lil.

I came in to save Boyd, but shit and shit fucked up.

And I left off when I jumped to my right and landed at the crates.

Just give me a brief summary of how Nerotika got his ass kicked ( Were friends, so I am only kidding about his ass getting kicked )

Well, you got swarmed, Boyd staged an escape, and in the process used the remainder of his strength and controll over his physical pain to toss Harrison over with the marines and drag the Arbiter ovr there as well. I Kinda think the Arbiter is going to make Boyd wish he hadn't saved his ass. Boyd is going to be coming and going out of conciousness for a while. The marines and allies are locked up in a tower kind of thing standing in a middle of a chasm(Boyd blew the bridge to prevent anyone following)Just read some of the latest posts with Boyd in it. You have the index now. And Harrision is the ranking officer in charge as long as Boyd is out.
Boyd's injuries are:
Internal bleeding
fatuige(No wonder, he hasn't slept for two day's)
Exsaustion
scrapes and cuts
Bad cut along waist

OOC Harrison's wounds:

Deep Bites all over the boddy
Minor Blood loss
Possible reopenin of the artery ( The one he had surgery on in the WASP )
Broken left rist ( Doesn't quite know yet )
Right now unconcious, but only for awhile..from getting up for some reason
Possible Tentanous ( Deep bite marks )
Possible Infection, even though vaccine administrated but most likely no infection will occur

Yea but c'mon, Harrison is still fucked up lol

OOC:
Elites wounds (I suppose I should come up with a name...)

broken arm - energy cannon blast
cuts and brusies - from battle with flood
broken rib - plasma blast


IC:
The elite, quietly healing next to a crate stared across the people who were around him. He saw the arbitor, who seemed to be hurting from something inside. Ah well, the mission was nearly complete, the arbitor should be fine. Nothing could happen, right?

ooc: Hey any chance you guys could make the arbitor a spartan...concidering a spartan is a cyborg type thingy lol....cause I would rather be a spartan...then a flood cause if I was a flood I would be agenst ya guys...think bout it lol.

OOC:
I don't have the ability to do that, but I'm sure as soon as we find a damn way out of this place we'll try to do that.
How about we day its been about 10 hours since we got stuck on the tower, eh? Everyones feeling a little better so we're about to hold a meeting to decide what to do and how to get out.


IC:
The Elite stood up and stared across the chasm, waiting for some unseen enemy to appear.
He was on sentry duty, armed with a borrowed battle rifle, he used a crate to support the rifle, as his other arm was in a cast.

[QUOTE=Laskon]OOC:
I don't have the ability to do that, but I'm sure as soon as we find a damn way out of this place we'll try to do that.
How about we day its been about 10 hours since we got stuck on the tower, eh? Everyones feeling a little better so we're about to hold a meeting to decide what to do and how to get out.[QUOTE]
well ok but just so you know I cant do shit right now...muh char. kinda gotz a huge hole in his gut...and a few hundred cuts lol

OOC:Yeah, yeah, but using drugs your still awake and such.

OOC:Yeah, yeah, but using drugs your still awake and such.
eh I suppose so...well I also have a flood infection on me so...lol.

OOC:not anymore!


IC:
The elite watched a medic taking off the arbitors armor and screaming at the Flood on his chest, several marines ripped the creature off and prepared to vaccinate him

Ponumee's pod had landed several Km from a tower located in a chasm. He checked his surrounding. Once he saw everything was clear he decided to make his way to the tower. Maybe he could find some allies there.

OOC: While Boyd is out of it, I'l RP as Reed.

IC:
Reed walked around the interior of the tower. He had men move the covenant and Human skeletons to the other side of the room. Boyd was still hurt, the Arbiter had just been releived of a flood hitchhiker, and Harrision was out as well. Things looked like the aftermath of a frat party. He began to root through a crate marked "Armour". He opened it to find a familier sight, SPARTIAN armour, but it seemed to be lighter than the stuff he had seen at REACH. The markings on the armour said it was a MK.10. But there had been no armour system like that at MK. 10 yet. He was interested. He slowly began to adorn the armour. He expected to be crushed under the weight, but it fit comfortably, and tightly, he moved his hand and saw it move in a quick flash.
"Now this is cool" Reed said.
He began to open the other crates, they were full of the armour, some of it also looked as though they were tailored for a eliete. Many scientists speculated that the rings had come from the future or some thing like that, and Reed certianly beleived it now. A future where the covenant and the humas worked together to fight the flood, that was interesting.

Ponumee had reached the tower with only a few minor skirmishes. He made his way closer to the tower when all of the sudden a Flood combat form leaped out and hit him in the back of the head. Luckly his shields absorbed most of the attack. He turned and sliced the ugly creature in half. He turned back to the tower and started sprinting to it. Hopefully someone would be there to connect up with.

"Mehuuuuuhhh. Man, not again." Sam stirred from his daze, still in the large room, he tried to remember what had happened. Lets see...a couple covies, a bunch of freaky looking monsters and some marines. A bright flash...an explosion...more marines... Perfect. Sam thought looking at the charred gore in the room. The side of his head felt warm and he put his left hand to it "Ah", his hand now smeared with blood from his abrasion.Well, could have been worse, a lot worse. Must have been knocked into that pillar. Sam began scrounging for anything to defend himself. He gathered some frag and plasma grenades, found his two plasma rifles from before, and he noticed the sword was still on him, next to his plasma pistol though...was a battle rife, which he did not hesitate to strap to his back instead of the pistol. Now where do I go from here?. "Hello, what have we here?" Sam noticed a small helmet w/communicator on the ground, its former owner obviously didn't need it anymore so Sam took the communicator out of the helmet and searched the channels, repeating his distress call. "Hello. anyone out there? Please respond."

Harrison woke up from his unconcious state, from the sound of the Arbiter's screams. He got up, blood still dripping off of his face, and slightly seeping from cracks in his ODST armor.

What the fuck are they thinking??? We should get the fucking hell out of here..

Thankfully, the blood wasn't pooring out. But his legs and arms felt verry warm, and his face was completely red with his hair damp from blood.

Nasty fuckers bite everywhere..

He walked into the room where the infected Spartan was, and saw Reed messing around with the Spartan armor on him.

" What the hell are you doing Reed? "

But not caring for a answer, he turned to see a pack of Marines stabalizing the Arbiter and trying to fight off the infection with him. He walked up closely, and got on a knee, offering help.

Yalani'var moved his hand up to the wound. It hurt him alot but he ignored the pain. He stood up bleeding badly still. He put on his armour and started to walk forward. one arm wraped around his gut where the large cut was. The other danggled down as he walked back towards the room where he last was. He was determined to win his fight or at least find the infected spartan's body. He walked and his left arm the one that dangled down picked up a sword on the way. He could barly hold the sword but he had to try. With every ounce of power left in his body he kept walking.

OOC

Sorry guys, I was logged into my friend's nation LOL...

Anyways that post by Infinacy is me

OOC

Yea Boycintius had to RP when I said I'll be AFK for the rest of that day.

So when I was gone, I was apparently attacked by 10,000 Flood and instead of me saving Boyd and the Arbiter, he saves me.

I didn't know about a tower.

Ok any posts from me or anyone else who was in that battle and with Boyd and Harrison and Arbiter are taking place in the Tower.

Ok nuff bitchin...lol you didn't but yea..felt like saying it

OOC:

OK NOW WHAT THE FUCK

NO MORE RPING WHEN SOMEONE STATES HE IS AFK FOR A LONG ASS TIME. CUZ THEN IT FUCKS EVERYTHING UP.

NOW I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I AM INFESTED, OR IF I AM DEAD OR IF I AM FLYING AROUND IN A WTF TRUCK. BE MORE SPECIFIC AND TELL ME NOW WHAT THE HELL WENT ON.

No more rping when someone states he is afk, REALLY.

Yalani'var walked up to the collaped bridge. He looked forward at the other building. He backed up took one glance back then ran out and jumped. He knew he wouldn`t make it and that was the plan. Suicide thats all he was thinking.

BUMP incase no one can find it....

OOC: *thoroughly confused* MK10 armour? Skeletons? o_0 Timeline getting screwwwwwwwwwwwwww-yyy.

IC: "No you don't mate."

No sooner had Yalani'var jumped had a gloved hand caught his armour by the neck, wrenching him back onto the platform. Admittedly that little stunt had strained his arm quite nicely, but Sirikan just shrugged it off.

"We've got work to do, and if you're feeling frisky enough to go free-fall you can help. Stopping the Flood from leaving here is the most important thing right now." Sighing as he spoke, Sirikan unslug his Battle Rifle and placed it beside Yalani'var.

"Not what you're used to, but it gets the job done."

OOC: If you still want to jump off, feel free now :p

Yalani'var looked at the man next to him. He rolled orver off the edge before the man could stop him. As he fell he laughed loudly so everyone could here him. He disapeared into a black pit.

"Well damn."

Pausing only to retrieve his rifle, and a plasma grenade the Elite had dropped, Sirikan made his way back to the CP. "I'll never understand these damn Covenant..." he muttered under his breath. It didn't take long to find Reed and Harrison.

"Master Sergeant Harrison, sir. We've lost the Arbiter, damn fool lost it and took a dive."

Yalani'var's laughter could still be heard but now it was above the humans. He was standing on top of his phantom. He yelled down to the humans. "Look at this, I almost forgot I had it." He still laughed. "If you guys want tog et out of here then I suggest you get on board." The phantom landed and waited for eveyone to get on.

"Jesus, you've got more lives than a cat!"

"Sir, recommend we secure what remains of the Index, set the SHIVA and evac. There's no reason to stay here, we're just sitting ducks."

OOC: Not much I can do when I'm just a Corporal and there are COs here :p

OOC:

OK NOW WHAT THE FUCK

NO MORE RPING WHEN SOMEONE STATES HE IS AFK FOR A LONG ASS TIME. CUZ THEN IT FUCKS EVERYTHING UP.

NOW I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I AM INFESTED, OR IF I AM DEAD OR IF I AM FLYING AROUND IN A WTF TRUCK. BE MORE SPECIFIC AND TELL ME NOW WHAT THE HELL WENT ON.

No more rping when someone states he is afk, REALLY.


Hey, you are not infected, and you are in a tower that the "ALLIES" went to to escape the flood. They are sitting in a room that has the index, ther is also stuff suggesting that the rings are from the future and Humans had built them. The Arbiter just took a plunge> That's all Ican think of at the moment

"Ok well you do that I`ll be right back." Yalani'var flew over the distroyed bridge. He flew off and landed on the other side. His grunt that flew the plane had picked up a few allies some Lokogalo or hunters. 3 of them. They landed and charged out into the building. The grunt pilot flew over to the humans and awaited bording. Yalani'Var's group moved back to the tower where yalani'var was from.

OOC: Hmmm... unless there's some serious tomfoolery in the books (not read them yet) either the Forerunners were aliens (from a long time ago in a galaxy far far away... ;D) who built the rings, or there's a lot of time travel going concerning humans (but that doesn't make sense, if they were going to leave stuff for humanity, why not on Installation 04? Or Reach? Or or or...)

*ceases hijack*

" Hey Arbiter, once we are on board, head tot he WASP, she'll be expecting us" Reed announced.
He began to grab equipment and move it on the Phantom, including the new armour. The remaining marines began to load up as well.
Boyd was jarred awake as a marine yanked a pair of grenades off his belt. Boyd slowly sat up and then got to his feet, he felt like hell. Several men stopped to help but Boyd told them to get going. He grabbed an assult rifle and began to walk tot he index, he was pissed.
"You will not be allowed to take the index......" The floating ball announced claerly.
Boyd ignored it and shot it and it crumbled to the ground. He walked up to the index and took it out of the beam and he then walked over to the marines who were scrambling to get ready for departure. Harrision was standing there shocked to see the Arbiter standing on top of a Phantom. Boyd stopped behind harrision and dropped it in front of him.
"Merry christmas" Boyd said to Harrision.
"Sir, you shouldn't be up" reed exclaimed.
"Nonsense, I a fine, now let's get ready to blow this joint" Boyd replied.
"man, he's one tough son of a..."A marine added.
Boyd got on his intercom.
"Okay, SHIVA guard, get to the WASP, I'll detonate the sucker as soon as the WASP is on the way out of here, I also have one here with me, so I'tl be a big one" Boyd announced.

Reed after being told off by the colonel, he looked across the channel, he saw a human moving in the room they had been before getting here.
"Hey, we have a survivor, someone go get him!" Reed shouted.

Huh, darn thing musta malfunctioned, the other let the Chief walk right up and take it from what I heard...

"On it sir!"

Shotgun in one hand, Sirikan made for the room, activating his comm unit.

**"I read you, move into the open and wait for a Marine with a shotgun to come get you. Watch your back.*""

The stench grew greater the farther Sirikan ran, bodies of humans, Flood and Covenant scattered about, reds and blues and greens mixing into one sickly colour. Up ahead the corridor began to open out, and readying his weapon Sirikan stepped into the room again. Flicking on his helmet's light, he picked out a figure in the middle, and walked over, trying not to startle him.

"Hey! Come on, we're getting outta here, and I don't think you wanna be here when our ride leaves."

"Gotcha. Thanks for coming back."

"No proble- DOWN!"

Puzzled, the man dropped to the ground as sharp-tipped tentacles lashed through his head should have been, the Combat form stumbling, coming face to face with the business end of Sirikan's shotgun. Its upper torso exploded, the force throwing it back several feet, and hauling the man to his feet Sirikan began to run back to the Phantom, Sam right beside him. A low moan from behind him made Sirikan whirl, and bringing his shotgun up once more, he cocked and fired in one smooth motion, blowing their pursuer out of the sky. Just for good measure he put one more round into the corpse.

"Looks clear. Come on, let's hurry it up!"

OOC: Just to clear up any confusion, I'm in the UK, so if I don't seem to be around when you all are, maybe that's it...

Huh, darn thing musta malfunctioned, the other let the Chief walk right up and take it from what I heard...

"On it sir!"

Shotgun in one hand, Sirikan made for the room, activating his comm unit.

**"I read you, move into the open and wait for a Marine with a shotgun to come get you. Watch your back.*""

The stench grew greater the farther Sirikan ran, bodies of humans, Flood and Covenant scattered about, reds and blues and greens mixing into one sickly colour. Up ahead the corridor began to open out, and readying his weapon Sirikan stepped into the room again. Flicking on his helmet's light, he picked out a figure in the middle, and walked over, trying not to startle him.

"Hey! Come on, we're getting outta here, and I don't think you wanna be here when our ride leaves."

"Gotcha. Thanks for coming back."

"No proble- DOWN!"

Puzzled, the man dropped to the ground as sharp-tipped tentacles lashed through his head should have been, the Combat form stumbling, coming face to face with the business end of Sirikan's shotgun. Its upper torso exploded, the force throwing it back several feet, and hauling the man to his feet Sirikan began to run back to the Phantom, Sam right beside him. A low moan from behind him made Sirikan whirl, and bringing his shotgun up once more, he cocked and fired in one smooth motion, blowing their pursuer out of the sky. Just for good measure he put one more round into the corpse.

"Looks clear. Come on, let's hurry it up!"

OOC: Just to clear up any confusion, I'm in the UK, so if I don't seem to be around when you all are, maybe that's it...

No worries, I'm in Hillsboro Oregon, it's 8:57PM here

OOC:
Sorry I've been gone a while, I was busy. But don't stop on a count of me, just don't start a big fight. If I'm ever gone like that again, Nerotika, put me under your control again.


IC:

As he boarded the phantom he stared at the crates of Elite- human spartan like armor. He walked over to the crate as they waited for stragglers to come aboard, and donned it.

"This is good..."

he flexed and moved around in the armor, feeling its light weight and its power, he grabbed a plasma pistol and checked his battle rifle, they may run into trouble while escaping, and the flood may have tried to find the human stronghold.

OOC: ok just so everyone knows my char. aint in the phantom right now. Im on the other side looking for any survivors and the flood we were fighting awhile ago.

OOC:
Won't be back on till later tonight, guys, don't make any major plot developements if you can help it!


IC:
The Elite, happy with his new armor, sat back and got some well earned rest, knowing, hoping, everything was under control.

OOC:
Won't be back on till later tonight, guys, don't make any major plot developements if you can help it!


IC:
The Elite, happy with his new armor, sat back and got some well earned rest, knowing, hoping, everything was under control.
k i`ll make sure cause I got cussed out by pyschotika since we posted a large plot devoplment while he was gone....anyway are you in my Nation States World War 1 thread?

OOC:
Yeah I just declared my self secondary dictator of the planning for the world war. That should be really awesome...

:eek: :mp5:
:eek: :sniper:

Harrison picked up the assault rifle.

" If you could stop showing off and start giving a rats ass about everyone's opinions... " He said under his breath

Harrison felt his hair again, and his armored hand came down covered in blood.

" Yup, still bleeding a bit.. " He thought to himself.

He cocked his rifle and reloaded it incase of a jammed clip or what not.

" What the hell are you waiting for Boyd?..the easter bunny? " Harrison said with great anxiety of the hell he was going through. Especially the fact everyone else has been treated for a minor scratch or bruise, and he is still bleeding.

" Well, life's unfair...but this is dumb. " He continued to think.

" So how much longer Colonel? Untill were done here..because stalling like this aint going to help us..and sorry, yea I'm a bit pissed off. So you'll be experiencing some sarcasm. " He said to Boyd

Yalani'var's group walked into the tower that the fight had taken place in. Blood everywhere and dead bodies was all that wa left. But the flood had gotten away. The two flood infections wern`t there...their bodies had disappeared. Yalani'var wlaked over to the spot where his old energy sword rested. He picked it up along with another energy sword that srash the infected spartan he was fighting had. He stood up and searched the rest of the area of survivors.

He woke up, annoyed that they were still in the tower and looked across the chasm. Noticing a flash of movement, he used his rifles sight to try and find the source of it, suddenly a massive flood tentacle reached out of the other end of the chasm and began to rock the phantom! The elite acted quickly as several marines panicked, he charged the plasma pistol and blew the arm to bits, telling the others to get ready for more, he hoped the others on the tower would hurry up, or they were screwed....

The group walked around the tower. All they found were bodies among bodies but somthing confused them. They were deep inside the tower now and a form of robotics were scattered among the flood infections. Suddenly a little blue ball floated in front of them.
"Good day and how are you." The orical asked.
"Ah ha I thought you were dead so orical what has happend here." Yalani'var asked.
"An arbitor I see. Well one of my personal robotics muist have died but I am the true construct of this structior you call halo. I am 343 guilty spark." The orical responded.
"I see well tell me orical do you know or the prophets?"
"The covenant prophets?"
"Yes"
"of course they are here. Protected by my sentinals."
"And were are they in this building."
"Below they are preparing to set free the power of halo.....wait what is this."
"what is it orical."
"The index I cant trace it it has left it`s resting place. We must retreive it arbitor."
"Who has it."
"The flood most likely. they are smart and know that the index will kill them all."
"Then I will retreive it. Then halo can be blown up."
"oh no no no arbitor you cant blow halo up. It must be activated."
"Orical come with me you hunter take the orical." The hunter grabed the orical from behind and they left the room.

OOC: I’m going to post, since I haven’t for…well…along time….

As far as I know,
Mostly everyone is where the index is, everyone else…I’m not sure….

IC: ‘Kasamee was standing in front of a large vent, the sound of gunfire and plasma whining was coming up from the depths. The assault hadn’t occurred yet, as some scouts had spotted humans exiting and entering the library.

It is sad we lost the wraiths, but now we can slip in the back way.

“First wave, consisting of two shadows, two specters, and five ghosts, the rest will wait for the fiends and phantoms, any news from ‘Ikaporamee?”

The special ops officer looked up from a holo-map, “Yes, they have taken position and are awaiting orders”.

“Good, maintain transmission silence until I give the order, as for the rest of you, the prophets will shall guide you through the darkness, but do not fire upon the flood, as they are the servants of the prophet of death, now go, and bring victory to the covenant.” He did this, concealing his hesitation, not sure if this was a good idea.

The whirring of the plasma engines droned through the tunnel, until they came to a ramp, where they seen the aftermath of a battle field….and the arbiter….

OOC: Hmmm... looks like things are going to get a bit messy.

OOC: Hmmm... looks like things are going to get a bit messy.
OOC: Hell yeah lol.

The elite spent several minutes getting the marines organized and fighting off the flood monsters. He had a marine repeatedly calling the arbitor to come back...they were losing,

OOC Laskon, are you in the Tower?

And why is it suddenly from the time I was gone for 4 hours, everythnig just went to hell...I mean how many people RPd my character and made him do god knows what...and no one has even helped a bit with clarifying what exactly has happened.

OOC:
We're in the tower, everyones looking for survivors, I'm aboard a phantom that the arbitor had and I'm fighting off a bunch of flood trying to get across the chasm.

Boyd saw a dot in the sky, but he ignored it at first. But as he continued to fire into the oncomming enemy, a large looming shadow fell over them. He paused for a moment to look up. The WASP was looming large above us, Pelicans were comming down. Thank god.
A pelican landed nearby and marines filed out to cover the landing zone. The pilot jumped out and adressed the colonel.
"Sir, let's get out of here, we can't take off if we stay any longer, but the WASP will be able to stay large and in charge over the area untill everybody in onboard." The pilot yelled.
Boyd turned and faced the battle.
"Fall back, fall back to the Pelicans, we're getting out of here!" Boyd yelled.

OOC:
Are we still in the tower or did we fly back to the WASP? I don't remember that...

Wait the WASP came to pick us up???

OOC So Harrison is in the tower and everyone is retreating? Thats cool, Because I'm in the mood for running my ass off to safety

lol

The elite smiled up at he WASP, but knowing they werent out of trouble yet. He ordered the grunt flying the Phantom to turn and fire directly into the flood beast. As soon as the plasma shreaded the creature to bits, the Elite tossed a crate of primed plasma grenades onto the end where the flood came from. After taking cover from the enormous explosion, he turned to see the remnants of the flood creature falling down the tower, and the door to the room where they first fought completely destroyed. The Elite let back a roar of victory before jumping onto the tower, grabbing Harrison by the collar and tossing him into the phantom, he yelled for the arbitor and other humans to get there before taking off.

OOC:

Ok please edit your post..

This is what I mean

I am doing my own thing then something random happens and ppl treat my char like a rag doll...

Yalani'var and his group of three hunters made their way into the tower. They where looking for some one the prophets. The orical was crying for help on all transmission's and Yalani wouldn`t be suprised if the humans got the transmission. They ekpt going downward and finally ended up around a large group of dead flood. Bodies scattered everywhere. It was clear that they had been hit by plasma's and this most likly ment they were close to the prophets or at least enemy covies. The orical kept shouting throughout transmissions.
"HELP COVENANT HERATICS HAVE TAKEN ME HELP THE INSTALATION MUST BE ACTIVATED GET ME FREE SO I CAN ACTIVATE INSTALATION 6." The orical kept yelling this into the transmission he had opened.

OOC: GOD DAMNIT....lol well its just that this rp was getting to be good but now its like dead so COME ON PEOPLE POST POST POST....you can make it live

OOC: How will the arbiter act...I wonder....

IC:
Arbitor's position :
The covenant vehicles came out of the darkness, emerging like great purple beetles, they quickly went into a circle formation, some looking at the arbiter, others watching elsewhere. The sangheili leading this wave, a black armored one, looked at the arbiter. "By the seven, the arbiter is here, what brings you here holy warrior?", while 'Ikasmee spoke, he noted the sound of a space ships engines....

Out side library :
'Kasamee uttered several obscenities as he watched the sharquoi vessel come in, "Call all patrols back, it is folly to attack now, even with the apocalypse, have ‘Ikaporamee keep his position, incase opportunity arises."

On the broad band of their built in communicators, they got a message from the oracle,
HELP COVENANT HERATICS HAVE TAKEN ME HELP THE INSTALATION MUST BE ACTIVATED GET ME FREE SO I CAN ACTIVATE INSTALATION 6.
Hm, heretics? Must be 'Osomees warriors, I'm sure the oracle is just disorientated with the foulness of the sharquoi.

Several of the sangheili, jiralhanae, unggoy, and kig-yar began to gather weapons and head inside, but 'Kasamee cut them off.

"No, we must remain here, 'Ikasmee is a capable warrior, he will rescue it and retrieve the icon, we must stay here and make an anchor incase snags occur."

Many of the warriors were disheartened at this, others were pacified, and some had a dangerous glint, one that would not do well to fester...

Yalani'var laughed and looked at the ships. His hunters got into an attack position.
"No stand down. We come in peace. We need supplies do you have any?"
The hunter let the orical go and the orical flew up still freaking out.
"HERATICS HERATICS KILL THEM NOW THEY WISH TO PREVENT THE ACTIVATION OF INSTALATION 6."
"shutup orical hunter shut that light bulb up."
The hunter aimed and fired at the orical. It missed and the orical flew away scared.

OOC: well I suppose this rp is dead correct? I would like to know so I can ignore it and I wont have to keep checking it.

OOC: dont be like that Nerotika...


IC:
The Elite had gotten tired of waiting.
He took the controls of the phantom and piloted it into the tower, he crashed through until he got to the room with the arbitor and his hunters, he made a quick sweep with the plasma cannon to rid the room of some of the enemies, but their were more were they came from, he was sure. As he left the grunt in command and as a beatle like covenent craft was twisted and destroyed by plasma fire, he jumped out, battle rifle blazing.

OOC: Okay folks, since it is almost christamas where I am, I can certianly tell you folks that things are getting hectic, so RP as mucha s you want untill then, but I'll finish this all up later today when I am not so busy.

OOC: dont be like that Nerotika...

OOC: just so your know the NS World War thing is now open and you can post in it if you want...its the Tension Rising one...so yeah anyway. I have to wait for the holy covenant guy to respond lol.

OOC:
Yeah uh...I can't find it anywhere...can you make another link so I can subscribe to it? :(



IC;

The Elite ran out of ammo in the battle rifle before long and was soon jamming an energy sword into the enemy covenent, while blowing anothers head off with a magnum. This was it, live or die.

OOC:http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382764 dar ya goes lol.

ooc: Since my character, Sam Perry, is currently with Nsedelan's character I'll let him control him while I'm on vacation until Monday the 3rd. Nsedelan, just don't get him killed/infected/horribly maimed. Another suggestion....the cargo from ONI Sam had on his freighter was placed on the covie ship when he was captured, whatever it is may be still intact...I'll leave that decision and whatever it may be up to you.

Yalani ordered his hunterss to fire at the covenant prophet followers. He pulled out his energy sword and attacked full force.

The elite charged the enemy prophets with such vigor that they fell back almost immediately, he jumped on top of a beatle tank and tossed a plasma grenade inside it. The Phantom continued firing at the retreating enemy, and they gave chase.

lets end this now.....

IC: BOMB BLOWS UP AND EVERYONE DIES.

OOC: Foul heretics, suffer not you shall die….

IC: Things went to hell fast…
First, the oracle flew off screaming, and was pursued by some covenant on the surface, then, some sangheili came out….using sharquoi weaponry, to say the least, only the stupidest unggoy fell as the took cover, turning all weapons and firing, the combined weight of twelve fuel rod guns, twenty carbines, thirty plasma rifles, fifty plasma pistols, and several brute rifles, all fell upon the single sangheili, nothing is to be spared in the destruction of heretics, then, the arbiter and his lekgolo bodyguards were possessed or some foul thing, and opened fire. The fuel rod guns destroyed an entire spectre while they reloaded, most of the vehicles turned and began driving back into the tunnels, to regroup, after all, seeing the “will of the prophets”, go berserk and open fire on your own troops can be confusing, while driving away, every turret that was able to turn, did so, and laid down a blanket of covering fire, did some hit, probably, but in all this mass movement, no one knew for sure. Several unggoy, sangheili, kig-yar, and jiralhanae fell from the bite of the enemies energy swords, another spectre erupted in flames from a plasma grenade from the (hopefully, grrr, foul elite) deceased sangheili. Chaos had ascended, but even then, and orderly retreat ensued….

OOC: Essentially this all happened fast, the elite shot, my guys hosed him down, the arbiter shot, freaking out most of the troops, they then decided to head back into the vents to regroup, all the while covering each other. Sorry for posts quality, but I am hurried.

BTW, please stop saying what your guys effect on my troops are, ie- “while blowing anothers head off”.

OOC:
I'll blow off as many damn heads as I want. :sniper: :D



IC:

The Elite fell under the attack of all the weapons, but his new SPARTAN armor sheilds combined with the Elite sheilds barely held on, he ordered everyone out of the Phantom as he set it on a crash course into the enemy covenent, set to overload and blow up.
He yelled a phrase he learned from a human marine:

"Eat this, mother fuckers!"

*waiting for nerotika*