NationStates Jolt Archive

Inside the UNSC ship K.I.L.O.
7:36 A.M. GMT

Spartan-104, Jason Yulva looked out into space at the reckage of the ring. They had arrived only seventeen days after the ring had been distoryed and were now stationed their as recon. The job was boring and nothing was going to happen sence mostly all the covenant had been killed or left and any remaining were trying to leave. But somthing confused Jason, he looked out and saw a weird covie ship that didn`t look like it was going to retreat anytime soon. He was confused but he knew that with the six other spartans onboard they would all be alright if attacked. The captain opened transmission over the intercom.
"Attention everyone this is a code yellow covenant forces are gathering around sector 7 near 5 o'clock. Spartan team to dock bay 6 i`ll meet you their." The com went off and Jason sighed then started walking to the bay. The team stood in the bay infront of the captain at attention. He saluted them back then spoke.
"At ease soldiers. We have a slight problem but im not sure if the covie's are going to go through with the attack. Their are around thirteen of their phantoms and were sure they are loaded up with men. They are hovering inside of a fleet of around twenty Seraphs are gaurding them but again its confusing what they are doing. There has to be a reason for them to gather so heavily around us but we dont know if they will attack or not. So I want the spartans to be on gaurd ok?" The captain looked at the spartans and waited for approval.
"Yes sir i`ll have my team organized and split around the docks on constant gaurd." Spartan-94 the leader of the team spoke.
The team moved out and got into position and waited for further orders.

OOC: ok well the last Halo RP i was in died so I wanted to make a new one...anyone that wants to join can....also If anyone wants to be the covie team outside the KILO im totaly up for it.

Spartan 112 looked uneasily around and sighed, he was supposed to be on leave so he could see his family for the first time in years, but I guess that had to take the back seat now.

Once again the Covenant had some crazy scheme of trying to attack the K.I.L.O, who knew what they were going to try this time.
Ever since he had joined this ship, the covenant used more and more un-orthadox methods of trying to take it over.

Even if the Covenant had the advantage of sheer numbers, they stilled tried to board the ship in unusual mannors, it was frankly quite weird, and he was suprised no-one else seemed to think what he was thinking.

He quickly loaded his BR55 Battle Rifle, and then his M6C Pistol, and prepared himself for another patrol.

'Let's move out' ordered the Patrol leader

And the team of elite spartans began to slowly walk down the metal gangways of the ship.

ODST Team Tango had also been briefed on the situation. ODST were to keep the Covenant forces bussy if there would be an assault so that some of the Spartans may board the Covenant ship with out being discovered. Leader of the ODST team, Captain Michael Harrison, was to also brief two Marine squadrons to be put on defence on majory choke points of the ship. Kilo would defend the dock, while Bravo would defend the Control room. Michael and his men were stationed on the outside of the ship to make travel to certain part of the ship easier and to help make sure the Covenant won't make it too close to the ship in large numbers. There was also contreversy over if the Covenant would use one of there Bombs to blow up the ship, if that was the case then the Spartans on board and ODST Team Tango would have to work in unison to get rid of the bomb.

OOC: Yea and once more people join, lets take this to a secret attack on Earth while all of Earth's defences are out in space fighting off the Decoy Covenant Assault.

Jason stood in dock bay 4 looking out into space. He held the old magnum style pistol with the scope and straped around his shoulder was a Battler rifle. He loved the old pistol and took pride in the fact he had one when most of the were taken out of service. The pistol had been with him during his years on earth in the first covenant wave attack. His old unit of which were dead had been with him up untill he was transferred to KILO. The same day he left the Unit they were killed attacked by a large force of Covenent Hunters who ravaged the base they were in and killed everyone. He beleived this to be unlucky sence the transferr was due to an error in computer and if he was their he could`ve at least helped his unit and died with his friends. The spartans onboard KILO hadn`t really liked him and he felt sorta outkasted. He look at a group of ODST's who were wwalking around the bay looking for somthing.
"Hey guys whatcha looking for." He said to them.
"Spartan-104, a Jason Yulva, were ordered to join up with him and go under his command as his new unit. Do you know where he may be?."
"Yeah thats me, So I guess they reconized my request for a new unit. Alright guys just take position as gaurds in here." Jason watched them move out through the bay taking random picked positions.
He looked back out at the group of saraphs. He wanted nothing but to get into one of the longswords and go out there to kill those covenant bastards. He hated the thought that they were out there and there was nothing they could do about it. If it was up to him he would go out alone and probly get a few kills in. But he hated the thought of dieing alone so now with his new unit he wouldn`t have to if they got attacked. He laughed about the idea and the ODST's gave him some weird lookes from behind their helmets.
"So guys can ya transfer your names to me hell if we are under attack im not gunna yell HEY YOU OVER IN THE BLACK." The ODST's laughed with Jason then pushed a few buttons on their custom arm bands. All of a sudden a large window appeared on Jason's helmet on the window were the names of his new unit and their transfer codes. He entered the codes into the HQ mainfram to assure that his new unit wouldn`t get transfered out.

WE NEED PEOPLE IN THE RP...PLEASE JOIN..oh and bump

OOC. I will join as an ODST in the unit that spartan 104 now commands if thats allright.

IC. Corporal Micheal Collins looked outside dock bay 4 at the wreckage of the ring and at the covenant ship. There was a covenant ship and around 20 phantoms guarded by seraphs. "what are they up to now?" he thought. The covenant always had something bizarre up their sleeves. Spartan 104 now commanded their unit. It felt strange to have a spartan in their unit, let alone see one. The spartan was massive in his armor, over 7 feet tall. But it was an honor, these soldiers were the greatest soldiers earth had. "well I better go introduce myself" he thought. He walked up to him and saluted. "Corporal Micheal Collins, and you are?"

Engineer First class Gerald Jommes smiled at his collection of stuff. It ranged from explosives to wrenches to a blowtorch. He was proud of his pile of stuff. He heard soldiers and tech running around outside his quarters. There must be a battle about to happen. He mounted his blowtorch and headed to the Armory and grabbed a shotgun. Then he reported to the bay were soldiers were getting ready to deploy. He ran up to a SPARTAn and said,
"Engineer, First Class, Gerald Jommes reporting for duty, sir. If you need me to do anything, I'm your man. Might I add, the only engineer allowed to drop into combat," he told the SPARTAN, showing him his shotgun.
"Where do I report to?"

We need more people in this rp and especially need people to play the role of the covenant.

Please, before you start a Halo RP, you should read the official books. You have no knowledge of the SPARTANS training, background and M.I.A list. So get the books, read them, then start a Halo RP. It will make a very good RP with the proper knowledge.


(The books: Fall of Reach, The Flood, First Strike)

~Tag for later

I can keep him updated.

Who are you referring to? Who hasn't read the halo books? I have read them.

OOC: May I join in as a ODST in Spartan-104's group?

I have all 3. (UC is my first account, so please count his RP posts as mine. I get confused who I am sometimes.)

OOC. I think that would be okay tomzilla, My character is also an ODST in his group. We need some covenant players also.

Tag. I have the first book, and this looks interesting.

OOC. We really need covenant players. oh and bump

Platinum clad elite. Leader Black ops squad commander. I dont have much time ill elaborate with another post on my guys later

OOC. Ok, we finally have a covenant player but it would be good to have more.

bump, we need some more players

ok I know I havn`t been on latly lol anyway i`ll start posting...but ya my comps im the f.u.c.k.e.d. position right now so it`ll be on weekends when I post...i`ll prolly use my bro's comp...sumthin I dont know but still do whatever you want and stuff my char when im not active will be under whoever Im with's command.

oh and this is nerotika im to lazy to get off my friends account lol...anyway

ooc: ok out of lazy mode time to RP

IC: Jason watched the covenant's outside closly any move that he didn`t like he would call it in. The ships had changed formation a few times and a larger ship had appeared awhile ago. It seemed that KILO was screwed beyond any comprehension. He loved the thought of the all out space war and loaded his old modle silver pistol. He looked through the scope at the ships then put it down. Jason called over to the other spartans in order to clarify what he was seeing. The large ship was moving strangly but he couldn`t tell where it was going.
"Spartans are seeing what im seeing, that ships moving strangly."
Jason waited for their response.

Corporal Collins stared out looking at the covie ship that was making a strange move. "What are they doing?". Whatever it was, it didn't look good for the KILO. He turned to his new commander and saw him loading his older model pistol. "Nice gun, sir."

*Still waiting*

OOC: Hey Nerotika, may my ODST in your group be a sergeant?

A platinum clad elite sat in a dark coner of the main room of the covenant capital ship. Shining his armor occasionally looking up at the mirror at the long scar spaning from one of his eyes down to his neck."I will get revenge..." he mumbled."I will take back my honor, I swear it do you here me cowardly spartans! YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE RACE WILL FEEL MY ANGER! the yells woke up several sleeping grunts who then ran off seeing the elite screaming. tHe elite went back to shining his armor. By the end of the hour he had been doing matenince on his armor it was like a mirror its self he sat there marveling at his handy work until he caught a glimps of his scar. Then he angrily put on his armor and took a walk down one of the outer most winding corridors. As he walked he looked out a window. this was meerly an indulgence for him. A force of habit, Knowing he would see nothing different. But when he looked out he saw the lonely human ship. This got him in even more of a bad mood. How dare they come here and stand so defiantly? They cant possibly stand up to the legend! I must go to the concil chamber at once.

The specops elite strolled between the ranks of grunts and elites in the phantom. His troops positioned on either side, he felt proud to be their commander. He was uneasy in the fact that he did not know what the council had in mind, but by the readout on the front screen his phantom looked like part of the first wave. He had heard rumour that a group of the demons were on board the human vessel, which troubled him even more. To his left a red becon powered to life, which was the sign to make ready to engage. He clasmped his plasma rifle tightly in his hand, and raised his voice "you all made a pact to the covenant and joined our holy ranks to cleanse the galaxy of the ones who threaten the great journey and we shall honour our alligence to the prophets and continue our march to glorious salvation!"

inside the council chamber... Welcome legend. said one of the high council members, What brings you here? I have heard we are sending a a strike force to attack the demon ship. said legend. How do you know that there are demons on the ship? Trust me I know, he said after he felt his scar. Ok well what do you have to say about? Dont send them without me. A gasp went up through the council chamber. I know im am asking a lot but allow me to take a phantom with my squad. But halt the first wave until i can prep my troops...there is an advanced ai on the ship...not as advanced as the ones i have seen but send only what you plan to now and the mac cannons will tear them appart. Assorted wisppering went through out the concil chamber then one voice began to speak. Very well...but this is only because you are one of our 3 champions. My greatest thanks wise ones. He walked quietly out of the chamber and headed towards the ships barracks."Im coming for you demons you cant escape"

Srry for the confusion miniferg...ignore the last post.

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"Multiple phantoms inbound!" Collins looked out the window and there they were. "Finally some action" he thought. He grabbed his BR-55 rifle and a couple frag grenades and prepared himself.

ooc: yay! it was reborn!

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OOC: This post is pending, if not allowed, I will delete.

IC: ODST Sergeant Thomas Shadle looked at the Phantoms coming in.

"Well, boys, look like there is going to be some Covenant coming here! Don't get too cocky here, otherwise you won't be alive for long! Spartan-104, what do you think we should do to stop these Covenant bastards from staying here too long?"

As he said this, Shadle began loading his 12-gauge Pump-action M90 Shotgun.

The nameless elite sat with the rest of the covenant drop squad as they slowly began their approach towards the human vessal. There had been rumors that a group of demons was aboard, and he was anxious to do battle with them. He glanced around the cabin. The grunts were mumbling to each other nervously. They never liked going into battle. They'd get out of it anyway they could. The cowards. The jackles loved killing things, but only creatures that were much weaker then them, and only if they were in a group. There were only 3 othere elites on board the vessel. They had heard the rumors too, and they were as anxious as he was.

BTW This is Nerotika's best friend. The computer he used was his older bro's, and his older bro recently moved. So hopefully he'll get a new computer soon and get back on...and this RP will start moving.

can i still join ?

Yea, the more the marrier. Once Nerotika is back, I or him or Pyschotika will send all participants TGs and we will get the RP in serious gear.

ok good ill be on earth's side :D or if theres not enuf covenant then eithers good, but i cant rp 2night cuz of dumb homework... this looked 2 good 2 pass ;)

e: oh i cud be a monitor with sentinals :cool:

OOC. I'm on earth's side but we do need more covenant players.

"ok team, i dont need to tell you this but for me this fight is personal. I just want to insure you that this will not affect my battle tactics". said legend a low mumble went through the phantom but was quickly silenced by the low hum of the red light in the phantom turning on. "Well, looks like we in range of the main cannon, any who want to turn back now say so". Perfect silence. " Thats my team". The red light started flashing numbers."Ok people you know the drill...sweep and clear, radio silence. Grunts...stay in the ship until I give the motion, Dweep will know what to do. A rather large grunt, at least 5 feet when standing up fully, in dark armor noded. "Hold on tight or lose an arm" dweep waid*CRASH*

The elite checked his plasma rifle and energy sword as the vessel neared the human ships. Fully charged. He made sure his cloaking device was functioning properly, then looked up to the view moniter near the head of the vessel. The human's ship were slowly getting larger as the squad leader lectured them. He didn't listen though. He knew what to do. He'd done it a thousand times before. He took a deep breath to calm himself. It wouldn't be long now.



OOC: I was just wondering. Does anyone have an idea of the average life span of an elite is? Assuming they don't meet up with the masterchief that is. lol

the elites in this rp are equal to, possibly better than, the spartans. Have you read the books?

OOC:Yes, I've read all three, but i don't remember it mentioning how long any of the covenent species life span is. Then again, my memory doesn't have that long of a life span. :headbang: lol

IC: The elite held on tight to the bar above him as the boarding vessel crashed into the human ship. He let the other soldiers rush ahead as he and another elite stayed behind. They were to silently infiltrate the ship and secure it's captain, and any other high ranking officers. They noded to each other as the switched on theri cloaking devices and slipped out of the ship, almost ghost like.

legend and his elites sighlently moved through the boarding bridge. He saw the humans had set up heavy machine guns and there was a group of at least ten marines. He gave the sign to move. They swiftly ran around the marines and went up the stairs and gave the motion to engage. The elites similtaniously drew their energy swords and slashed the machine gunners. They immediatly came under fire and ducked behind some crates. "NOW" legend yelled. A burst of 2 fuel rods came out of the phantom and almost immediatly dispatched all of them. The elites took care of the survivors.
"Ok grunts set up!" The grunts ran out of the phantom and started to make "camp" They set up turrets plasma charges(equivalent to 2 times a claymore with plasma burn) and a com system they sealed all but one exit from the pelican bay." Ok wait here for communications for support".

The two invisible elites swiftly moved out of the combat zone, further into the ship. They both moved to one side of the hallway as three marines ran past. As they came to an intersection, they spoke to eachother in hand signals- one elite would go to the right, the nameless elite would move forward. The elite came upon a few officers seeming to move urgently. He decided it would be best to follow them.

reply dammit

Hello?!?!? Anyone here?!?!?

The elite follows the officer untill he comes to a glowing red door. He puts his hand onto a control pannel, and with a *swish*, the slides open. The covenant had similar locking devices, and the elite would have to find another human to open it for him. He glanced around the corner he had come, and spied marine trying to load his gun. The elite adjusted his sword so it would be fairly short when he activated it, and slowly crept up on the marine. He smiled to himself as switched on his blade, wrapped his arm around the marine's neck, and sliced his neck, nearly severing his head off. He then sliced off the marine's arm, and carried it back to the door. The elite frowned when it did not open. He would have to try another human, or wait untill someone opened it, and he was not feeling very pacient.


IC: Clear! *BZZT* Clear! *BZZT* Its dying! its dying! :eek:

WOW ITS STILL ALIVE WOOT...well sorta but anyone wanna creat a new one where i`ll actually do stuff lol

YES!!! I had a lot of hope for this RP.

//;Ninth Age of Reclamation, Step of Silence\Covenant Holy City "High Charity," Sanctum of the Hierarchs.//;


The Prophet of Truth hovered lazily in his imperial dais, fumbling through his thoughts of the Holy Rings.

"Those filthy humans! Defiling the sacred rings and delaying the inevitable! The Great Journey cannot be stopped!"

Looking to his Jiralhanae guards he motioned to them,

"Send in Tyrannus!"

The ape-like captain nodded and the doors to the chamber were opened. A Sangheili clad in royal purple armor stepped through the doors, striding past the Jiralhanae, finally kneeling at the steps to the Prophet's throne.

"You may rise, Tyrannus. Such formalities are merely wastes of precious time that we simply do not have! I assume you are wondering why I have summoned you, yes?"

Tyrannus spoke,

"Yes, in fact I do. After you reassigned me and my fleet to border patrol and internal defense when even the Unggoy know the humans will never make it past their own borders, I questioned your reason. After you removed the Sangheili from the defense of the prophets, I questioned your reason. After you insisted on wasting countless resources to go after the Devil rather than the rest of the human fleet, I questioned your reason. So yes, Prophet, I do question why I am here now."

Truth chuckled and hovered about, waving his hand in the air at his guards who promptly left the room.

"The Devil, has, successfully been disrupting our plans Tyrannus. He can defy even the greatest of all odds. Whole legions of Unggoy, the Kig-yar, Yanmee, all lie dead beneath his feet. Even the great Lekgolo are slain by the Devil's hand!

As for your reassignment, that was merely a motion of precaution. The High Council realized your aptitude for command and refused to allow you to fight on the front. Your unorthodox plans of attack and your willingness to lead ground assaults that would conserve the Unggoy and the Kig-yar seemed blasphemic at best, it wa-"

Tyrannus interrupted.

"My unorthodox way of thinking is what it takes to defeat the humans and their Devils! If you have come to chastise me and my methods then perhaps I should return to my ship."

Ceasing to hum, the High One's chair rose several feet in the air as a holographic display of a human ship appeared in front of the Prophet and his greatest commander.

"This is what the humans call KILO, a small destroyer class ship with a detachment of soldiers and scientists. We believe they have acquired valuable information regarding the technology of the Great Ones and their weapon systems. We cannot allow this ship to return to a human controlled planet. With the Great Journey so close to beginning, a mistake like this could prove..."

He stumbled around for the word,

"...dangerous, at best. Humans have a keen ability to adapt and improve technology. If they were allowed to develop energy weapons their potential to stop the Great Journey would vastly improve."

Tyrannus grew impatient, his arms shifting and his hands curling into what could be considered fists,

"The mission Prophet, I haven't the time to stand here all cycle long!"

"Yes, yes, of course. The mission. It's rather simple really. You are to take a team of Sangheili and Unggoy along with a small unit of Lekgolo to kill the humans aboard the ship and retrieve the information they have acquired. You will be provided with a stealth corvette to avoid their sensors and from there you will launch boarding craft to get onto the ship. Phantoms and Seraphs will distract the ship long enough for your teams to board."

"Is that all?"

The fists of the Prophet snaked out from beneath his golden underrobes and griped the edge of his chair.

"By the will of the gods, Sangheili, it is all! Be gone and destroy the humans!"

Tyrannus bowed his head and thundered out of the room, knowing not that several meta-units later the Flood would overrun High Charity and taint the most holy city in all of the Covenant Hegemony.


//;Ninth Age of Reclamation, Step of Silence\Outside Sensor Range of Human Ship KILO.//;


The Covenant corvette wove out of Slipspace like the wind across a sea of grain and slowly inched through the eerie blackness of space toward the human ship, KILO.

In the area, a small Covenant carrier scarred with plasma and missile burns drifted through the wreckage of the ring. Most of its hull was compromised, still leaking atmosphere and coolant. Occasionally, it would attempt to charge up its plasma weapons to fire at the human ship only to be followed by hull-shaking explosions that rocked the carrier.

However, the carrier did have its landing bays fully intact and it was launching waves of Seraphs and Phantoms at the human scum. Rather than sending a communiqué to the carrier, Tyrannus' corvette picked up speed and headed for the human ship.

In the armory, Tyrannus prepared his soldiers for the battle ahead. He fingered a plasma rifle, but placed it down in favor of a carbine. He activated his energy sword, twirled it around and deactivated it. He glanced over the weapons the rest of his team was bringing. Several of his brethren had chosen dual wield plasma rifles, several others had also picked carbines, and an aged warrior had picked up dual needlers. The Unggoy fought over the plasma pistols and needlers; Tyrannus assisted one of them with a fuel rod cannon, if the Lekgolo were to fall, this Unggoy could prove useful.

Tyrannus wrenched his fists and strode into the adjacent armory where the Lekgolo were. The beasts bowed their heads and quickly returned to the calibration of their fuel rod cannons. Tyrannus could never tell which of them the female was, the worm-like monsters all looked the same, but he did admire their battle skills and most of all their armor.

He grunted and left the room, running over the plan again and again. The teams would launch two boarding craft with equal number of troops in each, a Lekgolo would be the first to step out and shield the others with its massive body and armor. The teams would advance through the ship to the bridge, eliminating all who stood in the way, retrieve the information, and return to High Charity. It was simple, but Tyrannus knew it wouldn't work out so neat.

"Soldiers! Today we will board the human ship known as KILO. I won't lie to you! Some of you may never come home and some you may come home half the man you once were!"

Tyrannus paused to let his soldiers laugh and then resumed his speech.

"Our forces in the area have been attempting to board this ship for several cycles now, but they have all but failed in such attacks. I believe this ship is host to several Devils! Fear not, brothers, for they die just as easily as other men under combined fire! Remember this! The Great Ones are watching! Make sure they are not ashamed!"

The soldiers let out whoops of frenzy and battle cries and soon began double-timing it to the launch bay and their respective boarding craft. Tyrannus grabbed a Huragok and commanded it to attach to his shield system, the floating sac and tentacles chimed with content as Tyrannus sealed the craft's doors. He slammed his fist on the side of the ship and the pilot launched.

Both boarding craft were headed straight towards the human ship.

Finally moving the spartan looked out the window. Stuck in his daydream state he didn`t relize the damage the ship was going under. Jason loaded his gun and turned the the solders in the bay.
"Everyone prepare yourselfs..."Jason said as he watched the covenant ships board the KILO "Alright guys lets move out." He finished his sentance with a wave of his arm toward a door to the far left in the bay. He ran off without checking if his team was even behind him and just held his gun up in the ready position.

Corporal Collins stood near his spartan commander, Jason Yulva, his BR-55 Battle Rifle pointed straight at the door, where any second now the door would blow and covenant would pour in. The center of the door began to glow red. A few seconds later the door blew and debris flew everywhere. Collins instantly began firing even before the dust settled. "This is gonna be a heck of a repair job." he thought. He drew out a frag grenade. "Frag out!" he shouted and threw it into the midst.

Tyrannus ordered the Unggoy back as the door grew white hot from the creatures' plasma fire; their plasma pistols had sufficiently weakened the integrity of the door between the corridor that was surely under heavy guard by the humans and the plasma scarred cargo bay that the Covenant had secured after they bored through the ship's hull.

The two Lekgolo rose to hip-level their massive shield arms and burst through the door, charging and firing their fuel rod cannons into the fray of humans firing sporadically at the Covenant.

Crude human hand grenades bounced off the armor of the Lekgolo and jumped right back to the humans, who promptly erupted into fountains of red and bits of flesh. Several grenades however found their mark past the Lekgolo and detonated, killing several Unggoy and shredding a Sangheili in half, his purple blood spilling from his abdomen.

It was then that Tyrannus saw the shimmer of green move left past the humans. Too fast to be a human itself.

His mandibles clacked together,

"DEVIL!"

Four streaks of thread-like yellow plasma spat out of carbine's barrel and struck the Spartan's shield causing him to duck behind a titanium barricade.

"If he wishes to hide, he will only delay the inevitable. Unggoy! Form up! Take your positions!"

The remaining Unggoy grunted and jumped to attention, they had been personally trained by Tyrannus in what to do, something that the rest of the Covenant outside of his command despised. The humans then saw something they had never seen before; grunts were leaping onto the backs and legs of the Lekgolo and were using them as cover as they sprayed the human position with wave after wave of plasma.

Bullets pinged off the impenetrable alloy of the Lekgolo while several Unggoy brought up plasma shields. Using the Lekgolo as cover, the dog-like creatures setup the plasma shields' bases and engaged their force fields.

Sangheili rushed forward to the shields, taking pot-shots at humans attempting to fight back.

Tyrannus looked around. The Lekgolo still stood, three Sangheili lay dead and a score of Unggoy too; Tyrannus primed a plasma grenade and tossed it over the plasma barricade...

Sergeant Shadle was still running to catch up with Spartan-104 when the door burst open. He saw men throw in granades, some bouncing back at the men. Plasma spewed from inside the door. There had to be Elites, Grunts, and Hunters in there. "Where is that Spartan?" Shadle thought as he slung his M90 Shotgun across his back and reached for two granades. He yanked them both with his teeth, at the same time, and whipped them close to the ground into the door. As he threw them in from the side, he saw a plasma granade fly past his head.

OOC: Spencer...do you remember what the fuck I was doing in this RP? I don't...

Jason took to the left rolling to the ground in a laying down position firing into 3 covenant unggoy taking them out instantly. he rolled back and tossed a gernade only a few fett from himself. The explosion covered a small area but it was enough for him to pop out and fire a few more shots. He then reached for his transmitter on his helmet but a show from a random convenat had hit it and he was cut off. He straped his rifle around his body then pulled out the old modle pistol. He took aim at an eposed area of skin on the lekgolo's neck. Only 6 shots were fired before Jason jumped back putting away his pistol and pulling out his rifle.

ok men, legend said. One of the elite patrols have come under fire and have requested our assitance. Ill only be taking my elites so dweep your in charge till we return if WE need assitance were all in trouble so we wont be calling for back up. Move out. The elites slowly moved out the open door and activated there active camoflage. They started moving towards the struggling squads position.




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BWAHAHAHAHA we are bringing this thing back come everyone back to our Halo RP...i command you all to come back...anyway for some reason this thing keeps going away so everyone try a tad bit harder WE WONT LET IT DIE OFF.

Sergeant Shadle still saw plasma spewing from the doorway. He postitioned himself at the edge of the door, so that any inhuman bitches were to come through, he would be waiting with a good gift of lead from his M90 Shotgun.

Jason got up after checking the area for any remaining covenent. It was all clear and after picking up a dead marines comunicator he then connected it with his helmet and called in for marine backup. He suit was covered in fragments from plasma splatter and the glass on his helmet was cracked. After picking up ammo from dead marines and also grabbing a shotgun he turned and ran through the distroyed door. The marine backup he had called was most likly pinned down by enemy fire, it seemed the ship was going through hell. After walking awhile he opened a comunication "Sargent Shadle you still there? I heard some fire back there hows everything going?" Jason turned and waited for a response.

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"I am still here, but probably not for long. I was following you when the door in front of me blew open. I have been hiding here ever since, waiting to ambush these damn aliens, but now it seems that there are none here. I don't hear any fighting, but I do not want to give my location away to these alien bastards. Don't know how many of my men are still alive. Really can't tell at this point."

"Alright hold your position then, im on my way over there." Jason turned and headed back towards the blowen out door he left awhile ago. Around him covenent bodies lay ontop of dead marines. He walked slowly into the the room and looked around "nothing." he thought to himself then turned and kicked a dead unggoy across the room. He sat down and took off his helmet. The cracked visor was annoying the hell out of him. He picked up an odst helmet and stuck that on, though without the capabilities of his spartan helmet it almost looked the same.

Shadle, still hiding in his position, saw the Spartan.

"Hey, you, Spartan, get over here."

"Hey you alright, seems all the covenant are gone." Jason loaded his gun and knelt down.

"Yeah, oddest thing. Lots of plasma coming through the doorway. Then, nothing. No noise, nothing at all. You know if the spooks are working on some kind of Covenant killer device thing that could be on this ship?"

OOC: Where is everyone else?

"Well so far as I know the spartans are the covenant killing devices and I didn't see any covies out in the hall...weird." Jason stood up and double checked the hallways for covenant. Though you could clearly hear covenant fighting elsewhere this seemed to be the only place the covenant fell back from.