NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Alright im using the old storyline from my last Halo RP, the last one didn`t go through so I just started it up again. If you want to join, take a side and rp them, No permission nessesary, But there will be a limit to Covenant commanders. The Spartans are all open charecters and if you want to RP one just pick and take it, regular soldiers are also open, and UNSC pilots fighting in space are open.

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.

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Inside UNSC Ship K.I.L.O.,
7:45 AM GMT

Everything was odd, thought Sergeant Yamagata. He and his squad had been prepped for a war they had missed out on, or had thought they missed out on. Rumors were floating around that the Covenant wern't done yet, and it came to no surprise. Why would these over-zealous religious nut-cases be done? They had their own fervers, and we had our own hides to keep from being skinned. Only time would tell untill the bloodbath raged again.

And just that was about to begin.

Dock Bay 8,
7:50 AM GMT

"Let's move it soldiers!" Shouted a Captain as the fresh batch of troops began filing in their respected columns.

"Sarge, what's happening?" Asked Private Jacobson.

"Nothing to worry about Private, just another drill." Saito Yamagata replied. But he was wrong. The intercomms soon kicked on, and the Colonel of the entire Marine Forces began screaming into his microphone in the safety of his kevlar enforced room.

"MARINES, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. COVENANT FORCES IMBOUND. THREAT IS EXTREME. TAKE OUT ENEMY FORCES WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!" But why were the Marines on flight deck if they were about to be boarded?

"Sir, what the hell is going on. Were on the flight deck, yet KILO is about to get boarded. Have you all lost your minds?" Sergeant Yamagata yelled twards his commanding officer, Captain Willus.

"Boy, you best watch that tone. Were not a part of the defense, were going to be apart of the offense. Us and those Spartans." The Captain replied, arrogantly.

'What?' Saito asked inside his own concious. His squad, in particular, wasn't ready to board a ship. Let alone a Covenant ship. Not even Saito knew a damned thing about how they worked. But that would soon have to change. Saito's squad was being assigned with the most important task of all, escort the Spartan forces into the core of the Covenant ship and hold their ground as Spartan demolitions experts worked on prepping their bombs. They were going to blow the ship, but something seemed a-miss. They were quadrilateral nuclear explosions, big enough to whipe out an entire fleet? What was the purpose of such a bomb? This only meant one thing to Saito, however, they were a part of a possible suicide mission.

But what Saito wouldn't untill it is too late, was that they would commandeer the ship and drive it right into the retreating Covenant fleet to prevent it from regrouping. They would only have such little time to evacuate, and to get the hell out of reach. But that was not the concern of High Command, well to keep the Marines alive. The Spartans would have to escape first, leaving the Marines in a possible dead zone.

U.N.S.C. Ship K.I.L.O.
Dock Bay [Spartan-104]

Jason let his newly issued battle rifle hang from its strap from his right shoulder to his left thigh. An old pistol from the first halo campaing was holstered in a belt around his waist. Outside the dock bay windows, 3 phantoms were oncoming. The spartan screamed "Incoming!!!." and held a position behind a pile of boxes, the phantoms were going to be the spartans way out and into the enemy ships. Him and a few marines were going to steal one of the phantoms and fake out the covie's in order to accesses the enemy main ship. The rest of the spartans were ordered to attept to steal phantoms and to make sure the plan works, marines were being sent out to fight scarabs in a space battle. The spartan waited for the oncoming ships and made sure his gun was off safty. He looked through his scope and made sure it was clean, he should've done all this before the phantoms made there move but, he got cocky and any mistak could kill him.
He heard the intercom send out the code red message and laughed to himself, 'No really, not a drill huh? I didn`t notice' he thought to himself and continued to wait.
"Marines, do you know the battle plan?!" The Spartan yelled to the marines on the other side of the dock bay.

Jack Kaine polished his sniper rifle a bit more.The rifle had lasted him the whole of the first campaing.Ohwell he thought this will probably be useless in close quarters but hey it might come in handy.
"Hey Jason you ready to bust some more covie ass."Jack shouted to Jason

Sergeant Yamagata and his squad of specialist Marines would be going along with a Captain Jason to infiltrate the Covie Hyve-Ship. They were on their way to Dock Bay 6, and when they arrived he recieved a question in a shout.

"Marines, do you know the battle plan?!" Came the yell through a black Spartan's helmet. The Sergeant didn't reply, but gave a smirk. He and his squad got into position, side by side with the Spartans, and awaited enemy contact. They had been suited into their space suits, and were ready for action.

OOC - These suits, precisely.

http://media.teamxbox.com/dailyposts/halo2bios/04odsts.jpg

OOC:dude Jason isn't the captain spartan-94 is and hasn't been picked yet.

IC:Jack was standing next to the sergant in the marine squad and could see the smirk on his face.
"You find something funny squadiee cause if your making fun of the captain I'll kill you where you stand."said Jack with venom in his voice.

OOC - fine I am going to call you a private Spencer!

IC -

Saito noticed a Spartan giving him a sour look.

"At ease soldier, were all fighting in this together. No need to tear eachother apart..." He said aloud, finishing with a 'yet' in his mind.

The Phantoms had zeroed in, and were comming straight to into the dock bay.

"Brase your selves!" Yelled the Spartan Captain. The Phantoms crashed through the Dock Bay doors, and the Humans opened fire with heavy ordinance.

"Don't destroy them all Marines! We need some to fulfill the mission." Saito yelled. The first Phantom nose-dived into a rocket, killing the pilot inside. Then another Phantom was enveloped by the explosion, crashing but seeming to be in flyable position. Yes, the pilot had been knocked unconcious.

"Johnson, Jacobson, and Bauer on me. Corporal Mezinov, stay back with Private Harrison. Let's go Marines!" Saito yelled. The Sergeant and his three marines went sprinting past debris, headed to the crashed Phantom. They approached it and Private Jacobson stood back and raised his assault rifle as Private First Class Johnson and Private Bauer did the same, covering the Sergeant. He crept up on the crashed Covie ship with his rifle aimed directly at the cockpit, and kicked the side of it. The hatch unlocked and the air inside came flooding out. Their lay the Covie Pilot, who met his doomly demise. One bullet in the head.

"Johnson, Bauer, hold this Phantom." Saito yelled, also motioning for Jacobson to follow. The two of them came running twards a heavy debris, and fired on the last and third incomming Phantom. The bullets from Saito's rifle ricochet off of the side of the cockpit and dove through the wing, knocking part of it off and sending the Phantom spiraling down onto it's belly. The Spartan's and Corporal Mezinov and Private Harrison went running to secure that one. Only two phantoms, that was barely enough to take Five men. They needed a transport, perhaps they would have to wait.

OOC:dude Jason isn't the captain spartan-94 is and hasn't been picked yet.

IC:Jack was standing next to the sergant in the marine squad and could see the smirk on his face.
"You find something funny squadiee cause if your making fun of the captain I'll kill you where you stand."said Jack with venom in his voice.

OOC - BTW when I say Spencer, I am referring to Nero...>_>.

And sorry, I tried calling Spencer about this but he never answers now. So I assumed he was a Captain, like in the past Halo RP we had.

Jack could see another phantom coming in.
"Brace!"he yelled all the spartans new what to do as he was looking down the scope.The phantom was mabey a hundred feet and closing now close enough to be hit and still land in the hanger.BANG!BANG!Two shot and both the wings came off sending it spiraling out of control and making it skid into the hanger.
"Hey squadiee beat that shot."yelled Jack at the sargent who had been smirking earlier.

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Mark VI Armor SPARTAN-111 Victor
UNSC Ship K.I.L.O./ Armory

The lights flashed around him, and the SPARTAN didn't hesisitate to push his way through the group of marines crowded at the Armory. This was no drill, the chatter amoung the men made that clear, SPARTAN-111 Victor a survivor the combat at REACH for one reason, he wasn't there. John SPARTAN-117 was, and he hadn't seen him since, but he did hear rumors of some others survivng that battle.

Grabbing a old, actually a very old MA5B Assault Rifle, and a couple clips of ammo, he opened a COM Channel to hopefully he would get another SPARTAN or maybe a highranking Marine. He hoped he didn't get a ODST, even though on the same side, the 105th or "Helljumpers" were boys of a different color, cold to all other forces outside their own they refered to themselves as the "best". No doubt they were but they also had the highest casulties and death rates of any other force in the Corps.

"This is SPARTAN-111, I did a sit-rep and I need it now." As the SPARTAN waited for a reply he grabbed M90, and stuffed a couple of shells in the multiple pouches on his belt. Then grabbed a few more clips for his side arm, the M6C, the weaker version of the M6D. It would still work, if you know how to use it. 111, began moving back to the main hallway and prepared for reply so he moved at quick pace to any location they would send him.

Mark VI Armor SPARTAN-95 Frederic
UNSC Ship K.I.L.O./ Armory

Fred woke up to hear the sound of the alarms going off. He got up and went down to the armory. While walking down he thought about the other SPARTANs. He hadn't seen any since the fall of Reach. He lived because he was on a remote outpost. He had seen all the MIA for the SPARTANs. He went into the armory and picked up MA5B Assault Rifle and ammo. Then he put the ammo in the assualt rifle and some on multiple pouches on his belt. He was about to grab a pistol, but he already had a sidearm a combat knife, but he would take the M6D Pistol just in case. The combat knife was his favorite weapon even with the bulky armor on him. Then he heard "This is SPARTAN-111, I did a sit-rep and I need it now." He answered back. "This is SPARTAN-95 I'm in the armory tell me your location and I will meet up with you." Fred was susprised to hear another SPARTAN. He was already to in fight mode he had his Assualt Rifle and pistol with ammo and his combat knife.

"I'm in the hallway E, the one that goest to the docks," He recognized the voice instantly, Fred, another survivor of REACH and served with SPARTAN-117 before. He nodded approvingly, this was going to be a even fight, they knew the home turf and also had the weapons to survive a covenant assault from space.

One problem though.

They couldn't do anything about the covies destroying the craft from the outside, and that would ruin them for good, they would either be vaporized or drift in space for days waiting for maybe another coming rescue. Either way, he knew the SPARTANs, or what was left them wouldn't let that happen.

They weren't there to lose.

Fred remembered a 111 as a Victor. It had been a while since he last saw him. Made his way to hallway E. He found Victor. "You ready to fight and kill some covies?" Victor lead him to the nearest dock bay. Fred looked at the number to see 5. He saw a lot of marines getting ready to board. Fred got his gun ready to fight.

OOC - http://blogs.iloha.net/lonegamer/images/20050614_ODST.jpg

Hehehe

IC -

Saito and his men met up with Jason and his SPARTANs, and began speaking.

"This isn't enough to take us to the Covie ship, we can't even fit all of our equipment and the bombs in these ships. There HAS to be another way, perhaps we could intercept a Covie Transport ship." He yelled through the sounds of gunfire and explosions, from the vacum of space and in the ship. The SPARTAN just looked at Saito, seeming to be in thought. Saito wasn't one to wait, and so he decided to radio command instead.

"Command, none of these ships are worth shit to us. We need something larger, do you know if any of our flyboys intercepted a Covie transport?" He yelled through his com-link. Ten seconds or so went by, and Command replied.

"No, we have no knowledge of any Covie ships on the outside...but.....report the Flight Deck Four immediatly." Command said.

"Roger that." Saito replied.

The com-link was open to the SPARTANs and the ODSTs that were working together, so Saito didn't bother telling the SPARTANs a thing. He and his ODSTs took point with the SPARTANs following. They were headed to Flight Deck Four, but they didn't know why. They went running through hallways, some with bodies of unarmed personell and those of Marines. But those wern't the only bodies, a SPARTAN and a lot of Covie Grunts. Saito may have been a 'Mindless Helljumper' but he still had his feelings.

'Poor guys...' He thought to himself through the noises of gun blasts and flames onboard the ship. The Covies had boarded the ship somewhere, and Flight Deck Four must have needed backup big time. They arrived at the doors, which were locked.

"Damn it..." He whispered to himself. He put his SMG against the wall and began entering codes. They were disabled. He whispered another Damn it, and began hacking it. A minute of crunching numbers, and the airlock on the door could be heard. Saito picked up his SMG, and was the first to go in. It was pitch dark.

"Damn it, can't see a thing." Saito said as he activated his night vision, which was embedded in his helmet. He looked around, and realized the entire place was littered with bodies. Wait, what was that? Something went running by, but Saito couldn't distinguish it right away. Then came a scream from Corporal Mezinov, and a sort of glow.

"BREAK UP!!!" Saito yelled, seeing as the SPARTANs and his ODSTs splat into different directions, surrounding the glow. Mezinov was lifted a inch or so off the ground with a glowing sord through him, Saito knew it didn't matter if he was alive or not. He began opening fire. And so did the other soldiers...

"What the FUCK was that?" Yelled Private Jacobson. Saito didn't respond, but he crept over while pointing his SMG at the now appearing body of the Covie. It was taller then the grunts, and carried a sword. But how come he didn't see him? Then it hit him, these were invisible. He didn't bother looking at Mezinov, knowing he wasn't alive, but he reached over and grabbed his SMG.

"Private Jacobson, get that sword. We are going to bring it back to Command okay?" Saito said, then something came in from Command.

"Sergeant Saito, have you arrived at Flight Deck Four yet?" Command asked.

"Yes, we have. But we can't see a thing, we just got out of a firefight as well. What was supposed to be in here?" Saito asked.

"We need you to go through a ventillation shaft to get to Flight Deck Three. We have picked up multiple Covie life forms, and what seems to be that Covie transport your looking for. But hurry, who knows if that ship is going to stick around for long." Command replied.

"Roger that Command." Saito said.

"Well you heard Command, let's get a move on." Saito yelled at the other men.

OOC - It isn't really a ventilation shaft, it is those tunnel things you take in Halo 1 when the Autumn is going to crash.

Jason opened a transmission to all the SPARTANS on the KILO and began to talk.
"Hey everyone, sorry i`ve been out of communication for awhile. Radio silence, the covie's have most of the spartan transmission's taped and so I needed to find one that was open. Whats everyone's status? OVER." The trasmission cut out and jason continued through the ventilation shaft.
As soon as they entered, enemy fire began, they took cover behind a stack of boxes. They began to fire and one of the ODST soldiers got hit."We need a medic in Dock Bay, fuck, What dock bay is this Saito?, three, are you fucken sure. Crap get rid of that grunt on the left he's moving to cover. Command we need medic aid in dock bay thirteen, were taking heavy fire from what seems to be a covie transport ship. They must have jammed the entrence wing into the window and are unloaded troops. Get that medic here, our man's not gunna make it."
"Hold your fire, the chatter has gone quite." Jason held his hand up as the ODST team finished with a loud bang from a gernade throwen into a group of boxes. The ground was littered with grunt bodies and a few jackle's, strangly though there were no elites. One of the ODST soldiers shot a slighlty living Jackle in the head and the thing started to shreik with pain then died.
"Ok so, we have a transport now all we need are those mairnes to get over here with our equipment and support. 'Transmission Open'...'Open transmission, 217, command' Right so we have an enemy transport ship, all we need are a few extra marines, some ammo, and a nice package of bombes, 15 minutes, right ok we`ll wait here for the marines, Dock Bay 3 sir. Roger that, 'Transmission over.' OK STOP STANDING AROUND PEOPLE GET YOUR EQUIPMENT ONTO THAT TRANSPORT, GO GO GO!!!" Jason got into the transport hallway first and immidiatlly felt somthing strange, as he walked through he noticed somthing moved inside the main room of the transport. He placed his rifle scope up to his eye and switched it to infrared mode. Outside you could here Jason open fire then yell in pain as he came running off the ship then fell on the ground, blood bubbling up from his leg. An elite jumped out, his invisablity mode was shattered and was blinking off and on. The elite was hurt badly and before it could attack one of the soldiers with its sword they all shot a few rounds into him, dropping him to the ground.

"This SPARTAN-95 I'm on dock 5" Then Fred heard some gun shots. Fred told Victor that they needed to go to dock three. So they went over and saw an elite getting shot up. Fred got his assualt rifle and shot some rounds into him. He saw the other SPARTAN and the enemy ship. The marines were loading stuff into the vessel. Fred helped put stuff into the vessel, then a jackal that was hiding appeared. A knife hit it in the head. Fred went over and took the knife out of its body. When he was going back to the vessel he saw the other SPARTAN-114. "This is SPARTAN-95 reporting for duty. I'm ready to get aboard the enemy vessel sir."

Victor entered the bay, covenant bodies dressed in their rainbow colors were thrown everywhere, none wore marine green that was a good sign. He missed the fight, and that was a good thing. His shields were on the fritz lately and that was becoming a problem, a big problem, he would have to get a tech to check it out later.

Seeing Fred, Vic moved towards him and then spotted SPARTAN-114 and snapped a crisp salute. Held it for a few seconds before lowering it. He spoke in a serious quick, standard military tone. "SPARTAN-111 Reporting for duty sir, sorry I missed the fight." He never remembered hearing about 114 before, interesting to him since he literally knew every other SPARTAN out there. Well he thought he did.

He shrugged off the thoughts and waited for a reply, he wanted to get things done and pay the covenant back for what they did at REACH.