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ooc: Please see ooc (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=582892&page=1)for sign up. 1 spartan position left, ODST's and alien positions available.

IC:
They had been cut off from all communications for 5 days now, and had been there for 10 days. They had set up an outpost with their backs to a cliff, only 20 surviving ODST’s but all of Cedric’s Spartans were safe. They had barricaded the area with machineguns and still had 3 warthogs, 2 fitted with machine guns and the other with a rocket launcher.
“Aiken! Get a hog and a marine, we’re going out to scout,” said Cedric over the comm.
He shouldered his sniper rifle, and kicked at a pebble waiting for a response.

OOC: By the way, mind responding to the Spy Center thread? It's been totally stopped, basically, waiting for your response. I've very curious about how a McLaren F1 could be acquired by an above-average member of your armed forces, when your country is in such dire economic ruin.

Oh, and what's a Marine? Seriously, I dunno in this wacko Halo universe. *backtracts and reads the whole OOC thread*

IC:

Aiken sighed. Cedric's such a moron. He hadn't been very happy the way Cedric had handled himself. Thinks he's the prince of the universe... we should just hand over everything to him! He snorted, unfortunately on radio, and responded. "Whatever!" He walked over to this new Marine he had met, Vic (OOC: At you Salzland!) "Cmon, the idiot wants us." He hopped into a nearby warthog with what appeared to be a machine gun. "Don't be shy."

ooc: Me idiot? I'm your squad commander so shut up. This has nothing to do with the K101st wars. Also look up what a marine is.

ic:

Cedric saw the warthog pull up.

" Get out Vic," said Cedric hopping into the driver's while Vic got into the shotgun.

"Aiken, keep your eye's peeled, watch out for camo elites," said Cedric activating a thermosensor.

"Whatever. So were are we going to scout while we're crushed against this cliff?" Aiken asked, kind of like a smart aleck, while actually keeping a close eye out for camoflagued elites. Don't want to die just yet, thanks.

"Whatever. So were are we going to scout while we're crushed against this cliff?" Aiken asked, kind of like a smart aleck, while actually keeping a close eye out for camoflagued elites. Don't want to die just yet, thanks.

"Seems that way, sirs." Luke popped up from behind cover, holding the rocket launcher. "And from here, you don't need to worry about elites, if I may sir. They can't shoot over range for shit, mostly 'cos most of them don't have Beam Rifles. It's those birdbrain Jackals that'll get you."

'Figures the LT bought it on the way in,' thought Victor Hughes. 'He was the only one of us briefed on this mission,' he continued, sparing a brief glance at the Spartan driving their Warthog. For days they had been led across this God-foresaken planet, as part of an ONI special operation that only the platoon LT and the Spartans had been briefed on.

Now that the LT was dead, trying to pry mission details from these Spartans was like squeezing blood from a stone. It wasn't that he had anything against them personally; the UNSC needed every good man and woman under arms that it could get, and the Spartans were the best. But the way they acted- they were almost like robots. They kept to themselves, didn't bother to interact with the Helljumpers unless it was to issue an order, and barely spoke more than five words during those few times when they had to order his men around.

Which led to the present situation. Vic had no idea why they ordered him on this patrol, considering he was the senior Helljumper on site. He hoped the two Spartans accompanying him were either going to brief him, or at least show him something relevant to their mission. Because co-operation was the only thing that could possibly allow them to accomplish their goals.

Their transport, an ONI Prowler-class stealth ship, had cut communications five days earlier. If they were lucky, the ship had just gone dark to avoid a passing Covenant patrol. If they weren't, then they were either going to be fighting off a massive Covenant invasion, or their tranpsort had been detected and destroyed. Though prior to the mission ONI had assured them that no Prowler had ever been recorded destroyed, the ambiguous wording of the spy's promise left Vic feeling more unsettled than anything else.

As UNSC protocols made it clear that the Spartans would have operational control over this mission, Vic had little to do except wait and hope that one of these super-soldiers would see fit to include him, and what was left of his men, in this operation.

Donald was digging graves for the dead by digging a hole with his SMG + planting a grenade inside, followed by wondering why they were never issued shovels, food, fuel, or even basic medical supplies, just tons of ammo...

He then went to the "kitchen" which was just a large pit in the ground with a grass-pile, water, and a flamethrower...

While that was happening, he was reviewing how to treat a bullet-wound to the head /w/ CPR, how to remove a needle/spike with bullets, using plasma-grenades in place of stitches, and other "low-cost" remedies.

"Dmn."Ghost muttered to himself for about the third time that day alone. He had, unfortunately gotten truly screwed on the drop into Covenant territory. His primary chute had failed and he had relied on the secondary to get in safely. Even worse, a near miss from an embedded plasma Cannon had tossed his pod way off course. "Damn" he muttered again as he watched an Elite lead a patrol of grunts across the ground he wanted to cross. He took a deep breath, Sited then fired in quick succession. The Elite went down to a head shot, fast, two grunts died as well and the rest of the pack scattered. Ghost moved fast from his hide, crossing the ground quickly then bunked down in the next available hide. He had been hopping from hide to hide as he headed for the primary landing site. Unfortunately, it was taking him quite some time and he was running out of food, ammo and water. Fortunately high-tech thermal and optical camouflage had kept him alive so far.

'Figures the LT bought it on the way in,' thought Victor Hughes. 'He was the only one of us briefed on this mission,' he continued, sparing a brief glance at the Spartan driving their Warthog. For days they had been led across this God-foresaken planet, as part of an ONI special operation that only the platoon LT and the Spartans had been briefed on.

Now that the LT was dead, trying to pry mission details from these Spartans was like squeezing blood from a stone. It wasn't that he had anything against them personally; the UNSC needed every good man and woman under arms that it could get, and the Spartans were the best. But the way they acted- they were almost like robots. They kept to themselves, didn't bother to interact with the Helljumpers unless it was to issue an order, and barely spoke more than five words during those few times when they had to order his men around.

Which led to the present situation. Vic had no idea why they ordered him on this patrol, considering he was the senior Helljumper on site. He hoped the two Spartans accompanying him were either going to brief him, or at least show him something relevant to their mission. Because co-operation was the only thing that could possibly allow them to accomplish their goals.

Their transport, an ONI Prowler-class stealth ship, had cut communications five days earlier. If they were lucky, the ship had just gone dark to avoid a passing Covenant patrol. If they weren't, then they were either going to be fighting off a massive Covenant invasion, or their tranpsort had been detected and destroyed. Though prior to the mission ONI had assured them that no Prowler had ever been recorded destroyed, the ambiguous wording of the spy's promise left Vic feeling more unsettled than anything else.

As UNSC protocols made it clear that the Spartans would have operational control over this mission, Vic had little to do except wait and hope that one of these super-soldiers would see fit to include him, and what was left of his men, in this operation.

Suddenly, a bolt of plasma hit the side of the hog, they had been driving for 10 minutes.

"Jackals, Vic, take them out, Aik, watch out for an ambush, I'm going give you an angle for those cliffs, that's were the brutes, and grunts are I bet.

Just as he said that, a suicide grunt popped infront of them, "SHIT, AIK GET IT!"

As the grunt died, more kept on appearing, that had been ambushed," Hang on, oh shit, GET OUT!" Yelled Cedric as a plasma grenade landed right on the windshield. Cedric jumped out himself, and loaded his rifle.

Cliffs, Covenant encampment 1400 hrs.

Galdalkus had just finished his afternoon sermon to his pack, when a report came in that the foward scout unit he had sent out earlier, had engaged enemy units......and was recieving heavy losses. "Worthless grunt's.." he said to himself.

He ordered defensive plasma cannons to be positioned at the entrance of the canyon, that lead to the main base. "I want 6 Jackles on the top of that canyon" he barked.........."and for the sake of the prophets, try to stay hidden"..he added.

Meanwhile, he ordered two Brute choppers to engage the oncomming human forces. "Be careful, I hear Demons have been seen in the area" The two captains smacked their chest armor in compliance, and mounted their choppers.

ooc: not orbital strikes, and fleets of banshees or anything so large it could wipe me out too easily. Just a reminder.

ooc: agreed.......would a wraith be too powerful?

ooc: no, but don't make it so accurate though.

Suddenly, a bolt of plasma hit the side of the hog, they had been driving for 10 minutes.

"Jackals, Vic, take them out, Aik, watch out for an ambush, I'm going give you an angle for those cliffs, that's were the brutes, and grunts are I bet.

Just as he said that, a suicide grunt popped infront of them, "SHIT, AIK GET IT!"

As the grunt died, more kept on appearing, that had been ambushed," Hang on, oh shit, GET OUT!" Yelled Cedric as a plasma grenade landed right on the windshield. Cedric jumped out himself, and loaded his rifle.

Aiken let out a couple of shots. "What the...[/i] he swore viciously as more popped out, and then the grenade landed on the windshield. Today's just my day, ya know? He jumped out of the gunner spot just as the grenade blew and started firing off rounds from his rifle to get the rust of the brutes very fast. One kill... no more? I'm not good at shooting!

[OoC; I'll be RPing as my Spartan and my Elite. And, for various reasons, I'll be supposing that there's a Hornet left for me to bug the Covvie forces with while RPing as my Spartan. He is a pilot, and not actually exceptionally skilled at anything else. But for 101sts sake, I didn't actually go in the Hornet. It made sense, in case the GM doesn't want it here. So I'm going to use my trusty Mongoose instead.

TO avoid having a one-sided ambush, I took out my own Wraith. As to stop myself from Godmoding.]

Valkyria watched as the Grunts approached the Warthog, only to be shot down by the various Spartans and ODSTs that had hopped out because of a plasma shot. The Elite watched with interest as the battle unfolded, watching the different strategies of the ambushed troops. Once he had felt that he had learned enough, the hulking Elite headed to the small troop of Elites, accompanied by a single Wraith, a distance away. Hopping into his own personalized Wraith, he began ordering the rest to bombard the stranded troops from a distance, while the Elites and Ghosts (Piloted by Grunts) would head in to clear the rest.

Using the targeting system, Valkyria began firing multiple deadly plasma shots that arced over and began exploding near the Warthogs. He slowly began inching forward as he felt more and more safe with entering the battle directly. When his fellow Elite in the turret gave him the signal that it was clear, Valkyria hit the boost, shooting forward to catch the Spartans by surprise, with his fellow Wraith shortly behind.

---

Jacob swore as the radio signals from desperate troops came in, warning of a Covenant ambush on the latest of scouting excursions. Glancing at his Hornet, he sighed in despair. He was close enough to repairing the engine, but it was too dangerous. It would be a waste if the survivors lost both their only hope of aerial support, as well as a Spartan. So Jacob called for an Assault Rifle wielding ODST, and hopped into the driver's seat of the closest Mongoose.

"C'mon, we have to save the darn scouts. I'd gladly do it alone, but if I could get some help, it wouldn't be so bad."

So Jacob and his gunner roared off away from the cliffs, warning the remaining troops of the ambush, and to lookout for any nasty cloaked Elites. As they roared rather loudly over the strange planet's surface, Jacob noticed a volley of plasma shots arcing into the sky. Swearing to himself he angled the Mongoose in the direction the plasma shots were going to land. As the surrounded ODSTs and Spartans came into view (As well as the advancing Wraiths) it became clear that this was a slightly one sided battle, with the Covenant having the advantage. The Mongoose flew into a group of unlucky Grunts, who were quickly dispatched by the fast moving vehicle, the remainder being gunned down by the marine on the back. The Mongoose moved in broad circles, gunning down Grunts, as well as a few Elites, as it went. When it came to the Warthogs, Jacob jumped off, and immediately headed towards the second of the approaching Wraiths. Avoiding the shots from the plasma turret, Jacob lobbed a grenade, waited for it to explode, and jumped on the back of the Wraith. The Spartan began punching through the armor until a sizable hole was created. Placing another grenade inside, Jacob sprinted away, not turning back to the the tank explode, sending fragments everywhere.

Aiken let out a couple of shots. "What the...[/i] he swore viciously as more popped out, and then the grenade landed on the windshield. Today's just my day, ya know? He jumped out of the gunner spot just as the grenade blew and started firing off rounds from his rifle to get the rust of the brutes very fast. One kill... no more? I'm not good at shooting!

As the grenade blew, the warthog flew towards, Aiken, "AIKEN GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Yelled Cedric and kicked him out. Then he ducked and primed a frag grenade. The horde of brutes were 20 yards away... 15 yards, they were shooting their needlers now, 10, Cedric through the grenade, right above the brutes, in midair the nade exploded, spreading shardes all around them.

Ghost had heard the gunfire and had had WAY to much clear space to move through recently So naturally he figured some sort of battle was occurring. Coming to the crest of the hill he saw the covenant ambushing the small Human contingent. Settling into a relatively Safe hide, Ghost unslung his Sniper rifle and opened fire Slamming his first bullet through the head of the lead Brute.

ooc: If I'm not doing a good job at GM please tell me because this is the first thread I've actually stuck with as a gM.

As the grenade blew, the warthog flew towards, Aiken, "AIKEN GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Yelled Cedric and kicked him out. Then he ducked and primed a frag grenade. The horde of brutes were 20 yards away... 15 yards, they were shooting their needlers now, 10, Cedric through the grenade, right above the brutes, in midair the nade exploded, spreading shardes all around them.

"What the..." Aiken merely swore again as he flew through the air, letting off a couple of shots. Cedric could calm down a little. Then again... we are in a war, so... He jumped inside the warthog turret and let it rip.

ooc: THE THING FLIPPED!!! THIS ISN'T lilke the gAME kenny. You can't flip it over without help even if your a spartan.

IC: Cedric put a bullet through the last brute after a sniper had help take them out.
"Sniper show yourself!" Yelled Cedric.
Cedric took out his own sniper rifle and zoomed in on where the sniper was. It was an ODST, Cedric grinned and slung his rifle. He pushed 2 fingers over his visor, the Spartan way of saying that he was smiling.

"Why didn't they bring any AT?" Having seen the plasma shots, Luke had ran towards the battle, humming a little song to himself. Team Earth, fuck yeah... When he spotted the wraith, he dropped down behind some debris and shunted the barrel of the rocket launcher up, taking aim at the enemy wraith. He took a couple of seconds to account for velocity, then shot a rocket towards the turreteer of the remaining wraith. As soon as the rocket left the barrel, he sprinted from cover to another piece, keeping ducked.

ooc: THE THING FLIPPED!!! THIS ISN'T lilke the gAME kenny. You can't flip it over without help even if your a spartan.

IC: Cedric put a bullet through the last brute after a sniper had help take them out.
"Sniper show yourself!" Yelled Cedric.
Cedric took out his own sniper rifle and zoomed in on where the sniper was. It was an ODST, Cedric grinned and slung his rifle. He pushed 2 fingers over his visor, the Spartan way of saying that he was smiling.

"Thank god," Laughed Ghost out loud, though quietly. Ghost came out of the hide holding a battle Rifle with the sniper slung around a shoulder and replied to Spartan smile with the same gesture. "The hell happened to you guys Spartan?" Asked ghost with another smile. "I thought u were good at staying out of ambushes like this."

"Not really, we spring the trap, and leave marines to take care of it," commed in Cedric, "Comon over, I need you to take a look at that hill, I think the covenant camp is there. Cedric then walked of into the bushes.

"Not really, we spring the trap, and leave marines to take care of it," commed in Cedric, "Comon over, I need you to take a look at that hill, I think the covenant camp is there. Cedric then walked of into the bushes.

Ghost followed behind him grabbing a couple of cartridges of sniper and BattleRifle Ammo from under the Hog. "Sounds good." Said ghost to the spartan. "Whats the plan?"

"First, Aiken and Vic, stay behind and guard the hog or return to base," commed Cedric, then turning to a private com," Ok, first, we sneak up till around 100 yards, then take cover and see what we can find. We'll comm in if anything intresting happens, after about an hour, we could slowly move up until the folige clears. Then if we find the Covenant is there, we can call in all 3 of the warthogs and destroy their forward outpost. That would give us more weapons, ammo, and hopefully viechales."

Gadalkus had recieved the news.......a foward lance had been decimated by human forces, with many grunts, and several elites and brutes dead.

"Damn" he muttered..."Send out another Lance, of 10 grunts, 6 Jackals, and 4 Brute captains to reinforce the foward outpost .....and have them take cover in the foliage ".....

"I want one Banshee airborne for reconaisance..............and one more to strafe enemy vehicles and troops".......We will not let them take this base....I want details every 10 minutes"

"First, Aiken and Vic, stay behind and guard the hog or return to base," commed Cedric, then turning to a private com," Ok, first, we sneak up till around 100 yards, then take cover and see what we can find. We'll comm in if anything intresting happens, after about an hour, we could slowly move up until the folige clears. Then if we find the Covenant is there, we can call in all 3 of the warthogs and destroy their forward outpost. That would give us more weapons, ammo, and hopefully viechales."
"Works for me," Replied Ghost. "You wanna take point or would you prefer to split up?" He switched out the Battle Rifle for the sniper and moved with the spartan, having to double his stride length to keep up.

" I got point and hand signals for now," said Cedric shutting off his com.

"I'll stay here and guard the 'hog then?" Luke looked a bit dejected and kicked a pebble. "I'll guard the hog then, yeah."

(((Shouldn't we wait for Heirosoloa to move his wraith? It' still alive and in battle as far as we know.)))

ooc: He moved it in battle? Also, you can secretly ruin the mission by tagging along secretly. That would suck for me lol. And feel free to RP covenant reinforcements. Also, do you think this should be chapter 1. And chapter 2, Command sends help, but is shot down again, but the remaining marines escape on a pelican, and then something?

OOC: yeah, I left-off @ post 7 in the base prepping 'lunch'... so this'd be interesting...

IC:
Donald Unger heard gunfire, lots of gunfire... That means either incoming wounded or an incoming attack... Either way, there weren't too many Marines left to man the weapons...

Donald approached a fixed MG-post overlooking the grass field and manned it, finger on trigger. He strained in an attempt to see any stealthed infiltration of elites... But then again... His position was known, and they had plenty of ammo...

Ammo cheap...

He aimed high and in the direction of some flashes... And would have to decide whether those were friendlies or not so friendlies... Radio...

"Goddamnit! What the hell is going on over there!"

Somehow a marine had broken through Ced's encryption.
" Firefight, I don't think anyone is wounded but get over here and check," said Cedric.

ooc: I thought Salzland was with me not you VT or what?

ooc: He moved it in battle? Also, you can secretly ruin the mission by tagging along secretly. That would suck for me lol. And feel free to RP covenant reinforcements. Also, do you think this should be chapter 1. And chapter 2, Command sends help, but is shot down again, but the remaining marines escape on a pelican, and then something?

OOC:Works for me, and that wraith was destroyed . . .Heir killed it with a Nade remember?

IC:
Affirmative. Signaled Hawk, then I'll follow your lead.

Gadalkus had recieved the news.......a foward lance had been decimated by human forces, with many grunts, and several elites and brutes dead.

"Damn" he muttered..."Send out another Lance, of 10 grunts, 6 Jackals, and 4 Brute captains to reinforce the foward outpost .....and have them take cover in the foliage ".....

"I want one Banshee airborne for reconaisance..............and one more to strafe enemy vehicles and troops".......We will not let them take this base....I want details every 10 minutes"

ooc: Also guys, you might want to respond to this.

ooc: Also guys, you might want to respond to this.

OOC: we have to move on the forward base first.

ooc: I meant the peeps near the hog.

ooc: I meant the peeps near the hog.


ooc: yeah....there are two Banshees inbound on the hogs

(((Please see OOC thread.)))

The Two Banshees were flying in formation at 680 ft. Banshee 1 was piloted by a Brute Major, and 2, Piloted by a Captain....There mission was to scout, and engage enemy units, rumored to be in the area


Banshee 2: "Keep a lookout for human units, especialy vehicles"

Banshee 1: "Their pathetic abominations on wheels shall not hide from my sight"

Banshee 1: " Sir, you've turned off your targeting computer"

Banshee 2: "My pup, when youve reached my age, you use your instincts....."

Banshee1: "Sir, I've spotted an enemy vehicle, about two klicks to the east, with several groundtroops nearby"

Banshee2: "alert HQ, that we've spotted Human forces moving towards the foward base...............Stay in the clouds, I shall go in for the first strafe,...when I give the order, dive down and strafe them from the rear

Banshee1: "It shall be done"

Banshee 2 breaks formation, and begins to dive to the east.

[OoC; Well. Since this thread grew a page and a half through the course of a single day, I'll go super-speed to catch up, and ignore the fact that my entire post was near blatantly ignored by 101st and Kenavt >.>

And Augmark, one cannot strafe enemy troops. You can flank enemy troops, but not strafe. Strafing is moving side to side to avoid oncoming fire.]

As the battle turned for the worst, Valyria began moving backwards in various strafes. When the mysterious sniper took out the brute, the Elite commander realized it was past time to leave. His point was further proven when a rocket roared out from the surrounded Spartans and left his Wraith heavily damaged. Smoking, Valyria fired one last shot and then turned and ran, the remainders of is strike force sprinting away to be gunned down. Left with only a smoking and half destroyed Ghost as a companion, the customized Wraith sputtered back to the Covenant camp.
Upon his return, he met with a group of Covenant commanders, who were discussing yet another lance sent to be destroyed by the indestructible Spartans. Although he believed in most of the Prophet's speeches, he did not think of the Spartans as Demons. Valyria was not zealous enough to think in such a way, and therefore had no hopes of becoming the next Arbiter. But then again, he was too zealous to believe that an Arbiter could change anything.
But the business of sending another lance was foolish. They were going to lose precious Elites, although the death of Brutes would not be anything to mourn. And as shown previously, they could and would lose vehicles, which was one of their few advantages over the UNSC forces stranded on the planet. If they lost all their vehicles, they had no hope.

---

As the other Spartans left on a recon mission, Jacob sighed. His efforts had been near ignored. No one bothered to talk to the Spartan who had driven all the way from camp to save them. And now they were going to go 'scout' out the enemy encampment. Basically, they were going to go get themselves mired in more trouble. But this time Jacob had no intention of saving them. He just wanted to fix his precious Hornet. So he hopped on his Mongoose, turned and waved to his gunner, and drove back to camp. Maybe he would help them when he fixed his Hornet. Then again, maybe not.

ooc:Strafing is the practice of attacking ground targets from low-flying aircraft

[OoC; I see, alright.]

Somehow a marine had broken through Ced's encryption.
"Firefight, I don't think anyone is wounded but get over here and check," said Cedric.
"Negative, due to limted resources we must presserve what vehicles we have for emergencies, we can't squander them by making house-calls to the front-lines. Do what you can with what you have, and if at all possable, salvage something useful from them for a change."

Donald paused...

"Are... you... uh, are you still engaging the enemy?"

OOC: wait, we've got a mongoose? AND a Hornet?

"Enemy has been, terminated," Said Cedric, then turning off his comm.

OOC: I though I already posted... hmmm.

"What is that?" Aiken looked at the horizon. "Shees? C'mon..." He gestured to anyone around him. "Let's flip this thing and then shoot them down. Anyone got a rocket launcher?"

Cedric and the ODST, were lying on their stomachs waiting for the opportunity. They were correct, the base was there, and there were many weapons there also. 5 grunts were on guard duty, 20 were asleep, 2 elites were talking, a group of brutes were eating near a fire. The brutes would be a problem. But most of their forces were gone, but where?

"Ok, Ghost, give me covering fire, I want all the brutes out, I'll get everything else. As soon as we're done, radio base and call in support. I'll take a banshee and find our hog, you stay here," said Cedric, and without waiting for a reply, he charged out, rifle firing, and the grunts scattered.

OOC: I though I already posted... hmmm.

"What is that?" Aiken looked at the horizon. "Shees? C'mon..." He gestured to anyone around him. "Let's flip this thing and then shoot them down. Anyone got a rocket launcher?"

"Boom-shaka-laka." Luke tapped the barrel of his rocket launcher. He hoisted the rest up onto his shoulder and took aim. "Gimmie a sec, they're not in range yet... They'll dodge the shot from here..."

[OoC; As a summary to my entire post, my Covenant character is leaving Augmark's camp to go form my own, using the Spartan attack to steal the vehicles.

What kind of planet is this? For now I've been treating it as a desert/savanna planet, but it would be helpful to know.]

Valkria exited the small building, quickly checking to make sure no one had noticed him coming and leaving. As of late, the Elite had devoted his time to checking with all of his allies that they would indeed leave with him to form a new camp, leaving the foolish commanders and there Brutes to die while the new camp prospered. When Cedric ran into the camp firing, Valyria immediately ducked back into the building. Inside he had gathered all of his allies.

"There are Spartans attacking the camp, we need to move while the guards are distracted, quickly, and don't get killed."

Checking outside, the Elite commander watched as a combination of Brutes and Elites began firing at the Spartan, a combination of blue and red plasma shots scorching the earth as the armored soldier ran. Checking to make sure the defenders and the attackers were distracted, Valyria beckoned to his allies before sprinting towards the hangars. There a larger group of Elites, mingled in with Grunts, Jackals, and four Hunters waited, obviously shocked by the sudden attack, and torn between defending the camp and waiting for their new commanders. But when they saw Valyria running, they all got into the nearest vehicle and waited for the commanders to arrive. As all the positions were filled, the vehicles began to speed off towards the designated rendezvous point, the Banshees and Phantoms flying low to avoid being shot at by ever-so-dangerous rockets, or Spartan Lasers, if the stranded troops had any.
When the forces reached the new campsite, an old hollowed out volcano marked as resource heavy only accessible by a smaller, heavily guarded and shielded entrance, the Phantoms immediately landed on a large flat surface, and the troops on board unloaded the sniper towers being sent up as a defensive precaution. Shortly after a combination of Grunts and Jackals, watched over by a pair of Elites, filled up the four towers, each armed with a Carbine or Beam Rifle.
When the heavy vehicles began to arrive, the new campsite was constantly patrolled by a rotating schedule of Banshees, Specters, and Wraiths, determined to guard themselves and their precious resources until more tanks and defenses could be created.

Cedric was hit, a needler had broken through his shield and had exploded at his side. It hurt like hell and he was losing blood, but he pulled out his pistol and rifle as he fell and fired them while he slid, then he hit the banshee, one of the only left. He climbed in and strafed the camp.

ooc: ok......I am getting confused, what is happening?

Here is where I am........The main Brute HQ(now that Elites left for some reason) is in a canyon.......foward of that, is a smaller foward base, which I assume is under attack. Frankly, I think the Covenent Brute/Elite bases being split up is going to be very confusing.

ooc: I'll post a map soon.

"Boom-shaka-laka." Luke tapped the barrel of his rocket launcher. He hoisted the rest up onto his shoulder and took aim. "Gimmie a sec, they're not in range yet... They'll dodge the shot from here..."

Aiken smiled, although it wasn't noticeable from behind his helmet. "Watch out if they're flying low... any way I can help?" It might have seemed odd, a Spartan asking a Marine for help, but he didn't really care. We're all on the same side at the end of the day, right? Cedric is pretty elitist about that type of thing... He turned around and found Cedric running across, attacking the camp, from quite a distance. Well, what do you know. Is he suicidal? Turning back around to Luke, he tried to issue a command. I am higher than him, right? "How about let's flip this hog over, so then we can get out of here in a hurry when the shees and who knows what else comes." He gestured toward the overturned hog and put his hands under it, waiting for Luke.

"Enemy has been, terminated," Said Cedric, then turning off his comm.

Cedric was hit, a needler had broken through his shield and had exploded at his side. It hurt like hell and he was losing blood, but he pulled out his pistol and rifle as he fell and fired them while he slid, then he hit the banshee, one of the only left. He climbed in and strafed the camp.

OOC: Now thatI have a mongoose, I'm going to assume one of the ODSTs are calling for help as they just saw a Spartan fall. Also wondering what/how many ODSTs are still at the base.

IC:
After a long pause, the radio crackled to life "Spartan down! Spartan down! In need of medical assistance!"

Donald cursed to himself, being the only surviving medic and without any doctors, the best he could honestly hope to do was stabalize him and hope the spartan could do the rest... Plus, there was something in the contract about never letting a Spartan die, Donald didn't want to be the first to let that happen.

He ran off towards a nearby mongoose, and called for a nearby ODST to ride backseat, the remaining warthogs were also ordered to load-up and prepare to move-out. Losing a single spartan would be bad, losing your only medic and all your spartans would be worse.

OOC: Paging: Devon Parker, could really use that BR...

Mike climbed out from a nearby cliff side, glancing at the ensuing battle going on not even 2k away from him. Damn, I was supposed to be the only one here. Looks like they forgot that; I'd better get down there and find a way off this rock. He walked back into his small cave, grabbing all the ammo and weapons he could reasonable carry, including a SPKNr and two LOTUS mines. He then stood atop the cliff, and found a Spartan (Aiken) standing in front of a warthog. He turned on his single-beam transmission, and signaled a green status light to the Spartan's HUD, also sending his name, rank, but oddly missing a number.

[OoC; Not all Elites left. Just a special group of them, that are generally elitist.]

Mike climbed out from a nearby cliff side, glancing at the ensuing battle going on not even 2k away from him. Damn, I was supposed to be the only one here. Looks like they forgot that; I'd better get down there and find a way off this rock. He walked back into his small cave, grabbing all the ammo and weapons he could reasonable carry, including a SPKNr and two LOTUS mines. He then stood atop the cliff, and found a Spartan (Aiken) standing in front of a warthog. He turned on his single-beam transmission, and signaled a green status light to the Spartan's HUD, also sending his name, rank, but oddly missing a number.

Aiken quickly looked up. A fellow Spartan without a number? This sounds fishy... very odd. But whatever, could use whatever I can get at. He spoke over the radio. "Help us flip this, will ya?" I hope he noticed the hog, otherwise he'd be pretty thick.

"I'm a mile away, up a cliff side. Gimme a minute." He answered gruffly. He jumped off the cliff face, and pushed his feet against the side, sliding down the slope. Literally running down the side of the sheer face of the cliff, he landed on the level ground after about 15 seconds of near free fall. Without pause, he started to sprint the one mile towards the Spartan, arriving there in four minutes. He grabbed the bottom of the hog, and wordlessly began to lift on it to help flip it.

Aiken smiled, although it wasn't noticeable from behind his helmet. "Watch out if they're flying low... any way I can help?" It might have seemed odd, a Spartan asking a Marine for help, but he didn't really care. We're all on the same side at the end of the day, right? Cedric is pretty elitist about that type of thing... He turned around and found Cedric running across, attacking the camp, from quite a distance. Well, what do you know. Is he suicidal? Turning back around to Luke, he tried to issue a command. I am higher than him, right? "How about let's flip this hog over, so then we can get out of here in a hurry when the shees and who knows what else comes." He gestured toward the overturned hog and put his hands under it, waiting for Luke.

"Yessir. Just lemme get this..." He waited a few more seconds, before firing the rocket which blasted towards the Banshee. He attached the launcher to the sling across his back, then moved to help the 2 Spartans lift up the warthog. He glanced across at Cedric as he fell. "Christ, someone better get to him, God knows what those split-mouthed bastards do if they catch him."

"I'm a mile away, up a cliff side. Gimme a minute." He answered gruffly. He jumped off the cliff face, and pushed his feet against the side, sliding down the slope. Literally running down the side of the sheer face of the cliff, he landed on the level ground after about 15 seconds of near free fall. Without pause, he started to sprint the one mile towards the Spartan, arriving there in four minutes. He grabbed the bottom of the hog, and wordlessly began to lift on it to help flip it.
OOC: K, since it'll have taken 4 minutes for him to run there, I'm just going on the lurch and asume that my mongoose would arrive at roughly the same time. And being an NPC, I'll just call the SOB "Pvt Tucker" and let you figure him out... he never gets the fuckin sniper rifle...

IC:
Donald Unger was on his way, his backseater was a fellow by the name of Pvt Tucker, a fresh transfer from training... Surprisingly, he fit-in with the remaining squad quite well...

Then they hit a detour... A flipped warthog... Two spartans wre already trying to flip the beast, but he was sure a helping mongoose wouldn't hurt.

Tucker was instructed to get out, attach a line to the inconveinently tusk-shaped tow-hooks, and Donald would throw it into low gear and see about creeping it along. Meanwhile, Tucker would reconoiter the area and check everyone's rear...

...

...

Bow chicka wow-wow...

...

Well, at least he wasn't too bad of a shot...

OOC: Did it un-flip yet?

OOC: Sure. And can my Spartan remove his helmet? He's a human, right?

IC:

Aiken gave a heavy grunt as the warthog flipped over. "There we go," he said to everyone in the vicinity. "Thanks for the help." He glanced around. I am the commanding officer, aren't I? "And we might as well hop in and drive to him, although I think he wouldn't care, to be honest." He pointed at Luke. "You, get in the side seat and watch those shees, I'll drive, and someone can take the gunner spot." He hopped in over the door and fired it up, giving it a rev or two. "And you, you're a medic right?" He pointed to Unger. "Follow behind, I guess."

OOC: Sure. And can my Spartan remove his helmet? He's a human, right?

IC:

Aiken gave a heavy grunt as the warthog flipped over. "There we go," he said to everyone in the vicinity. "Thanks for the help." He glanced around. I am the commanding officer, aren't I? "And we might as well hop in and drive to him, although I think he wouldn't care, to be honest." He pointed at Luke. "You, get in the side seat and watch those shees, I'll drive, and someone can take the gunner spot." He hopped in over the door and fired it up, giving it a rev or two. "And you, you're a medic right?" He pointed to Unger. "Follow behind, I guess."

OOC: No reason he couldn't, but most Spartans prefered to keep theirs on. Fight the system, man!

IC: "Alright, I get shotgun." He unslung his SPNKr, opened the passenger side door and sat in, slamming it behind him, then reloading the rocket launcher. He looked over his shoulder, nodding to Donald. "Nice to have you along. Shall we go save his ass then?"

ooc: Kenny, DO NOT FIGHT THE SYSTEM!!! I will shoot you in the head with a banshee bomb, and call it accidental friendly fire if you do.

ooc: Kenny, DO NOT FIGHT THE SYSTEM!!! I will shoot you in the head with a banshee bomb, and call it accidental friendly fire if you do.

OOC: So, you don't want me to rescue you?

OOC: Sorry mate, but a Spartan never takes off their helmet.

IC: Mike for the most part ignored Aiken; he simply climbed into the gunner seat of the warthog and turned the gun around to the front. "Let's just go" he said to Aiken over his HUD.

OOC: What sort of turret is it, Light Machinegun or Gauss?

OOC: LMG, that's why I asked Luke to be shotgun.

IC:

"And we're off," Aiken revved the engine and sped off to rescue Cedric, trying to take the smoothest way possible. "Provide some fire to scatter those guys shooting at him," he said over the radio to Mike. "And Luke, watch those shees! And you medic, are you going to just stay here or come with us?" The warthog quickly built up speed and started to really shorten the distance difference between Cedric and Aiken, Luke, and Mike.

Aiken gave a heavy grunt as the warthog flipped over. "There we go," he said to everyone in the vicinity. "Thanks for the help." He glanced around. I am the commanding officer, aren't I? "And we might as well hop in and drive to him, although I think he wouldn't care, to be honest." He pointed at Luke. "You, get in the side seat and watch those shees, I'll drive, and someone can take the gunner spot." He hopped in over the door and fired it up, giving it a rev or two. "And you, you're a medic right?" He pointed to Unger. "Follow behind, I guess."[/SIZE]
"And we're off," Aiken revved the engine and sped off to rescue Cedric, trying to take the smoothest way possible. "Provide some fire to scatter those guys shooting at him," he said over the radio to Mike. "And Luke, watch those shees! And you medic, are you going to just stay here or come with us?" The warthog quickly built up speed and started to really shorten the distance difference between Cedric and Aiken, Luke, and Mike.

The mongoose soon overtook the ponderous Warthog as it sped towards the Convent outpost. Donald hoped to aquire a sniper during the re-organization, but that just didn't happen...

The plan was a quick in and out, warthog-crew providing coving fire for the escape and the lone ODST as a diversion long enough for Donald to make a diagnosis of the situation...

What he saw was a wounded Spartan flying like a banshee, well, in a banshee...

The mongoose power-slid to a halt whilst running over a hapless grunt, with Donald and Tucker taking cover behind.

"This is madness..."

Having already arrived and left the mongoose, leaving before the hog showed up to provide covering-fire would be suicide, and the Banshee didn't seem to take much notice of them for the time being...

Tucker decided to turn on the mong's radio to pass time, for some reason, the carrier-wave ressembled polka-music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPcdp8A_Bsk)...

OOC: Mkay, thanks. And I assume they're in the forest, right?

IC: Mike opened up on the Covenant forces, cutting down two grunts and hitting a brute before they began to scatter. He focused the machine gun on the Elites mostly, spraying bullets to keep them distracted. "Don't worry about me, focus on your driving" he grunted over the radio. "Is that other Spartan in that banshee?"

OOC: Epic win, HT. Epic win. And when did Cedric get in a banshee?

IC:

"Dunno," said Aiken as he pulled up to the medic. "Let's go!" he yelled out to Donald and Tucker, while checking where Cedric was. What is it with him and shees... He sighed over the radio while saying to everyone, "He's in the shee, yessiree."

OOC: Epic win, HT. Epic win. And when did Cedric get in a banshee?

IC:

"Dunno," said Aiken as he pulled up to the medic. "Let's go!" he yelled out to Donald and Tucker, while checking where Cedric was. What is it with him and shees... He sighed over the radio while saying to everyone, "He's in the shee, yessiree."
OOC: No, the fact that:
1- Machimania is essentially dubbing voices with appropriate actions
2- Japanese anime has zero facial expression and little/no interaction between dialoge and background
Is epic win (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INbDN_xVvto)
Woody Allan re-dubbed an entirely serious Asian spy movie into an english comedy in the 70's, that trend shall not die anytime soon.

Cedric was hit, a needler had broken through his shield and had exploded at his side. It hurt like hell and he was losing blood, but he pulled out his pistol and rifle as he fell and fired them while he slid, then he hit the banshee, one of the only left. He climbed in and strafed the camp.

IC:
"Finally, covering-fire..."

Donald charged, SMG/pistol blazing away, towards the controls of the goose as Tucker finished reloading.

The added bullet-spam and the arrival of rapid and accurate firepower from the 'hog' meant that any convent forces with any sense of self-presservation would stay away from the wall of fire and assuming it was all coming fro,m LMGs and assault-rifles rather than risk exposing themselves to enemy fire hoping only to get winged by a SMG.

This allowed Donald and Tucker access to the goose long enough to restart the motor and make an immediate tactical withdrawl. Let the fighters do the fighting...

OOC: any Ghosts worth stealing?

ooc: yeah.

This is getting dull. Mike thought as he tore a stray Grunt apart with a stream of bullets. "Anybody else want this thing?" he asked, the first thing he had said out loud to everybody.

"Almsost there," muttered Cedric to himself, he was almost asleep, but the medic was in sight. His blood loss still hadn't stopped because he didn't bother to put any bio foam in it. His vision hazed, his head spun. I need to make it! I'm almost there. He slowly put the banshee down. He jumped out, and then saluted, finally, and fell over.

"Sure... I guess." Aiken stopped and hopped over and into the gunner's pod, kind of rudely elbowing Mike out of the way and opening out a train of bullets intended to protect the medic. "Hey, get over there and guard him," he said to Mike, hoping he would jump in the driver's seat. "And then you or Luke or I can jump in the banshee and take it with us." He continued to fire at the camp, and any dumb brutes who dared to show themselves.

"Almsost there," muttered Cedric to himself, he was almost asleep, but the medic was in sight. His blood loss still hadn't stopped because he didn't bother to put any bio foam in it. His vision hazed, his head spun. I need to make it! I'm almost there. He slowly put the banshee down. He jumped out, and then saluted, finally, and fell over.

"Tucker, you take the banshee back to the base; Luke, you get the mongoose to safety, as for everone else, I'll need some help getting this spartan into the hog; We've done enough for one day" Donald ordered, as he gestured to the smokey ruins of the covenent outpost.

He then looked a bit closer at the patient, blood-loss was severe, but with staunch treatment and about a week's worth of rest, he should be fine...

He then gestured to Aiken after pulling the visiable shrapnel out, "You, put your hand HERE and press down, just enough to slow the bleeding. Give him plenty of fluids and he should be OK."

He then patted the helmet of the Spartan driving the hog, "GO!"

It was around this time the medic realized he just sent all the vehicles back to base without him...

He then turned to the ghostly ruins, no doubt there were some brutes still inside, but more importantly, something their base could use... For everything else, well, there's a reason why they issue two grenades...

He crouched alongside a low-wall, firing had ceased, apparently the sight of all the vehicles leaving made them think it was a reatreat...

He then noticed Hawk/Hathcock in the distance, and signaled via LOS that his job would be overwatch with the sniper-rifle.

He fitted a silencer to his M7 SMG, and then crept into the ruined base, frag-grenade and M7 at ready. He quickly decided to arm himself with a needler though...
For some reaon, this reminded him of a certain job done centuries ago, usually by whoever was smallest, regardless of rank. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6ZbPqvfvBI&NR=1)

And considering the size of grunts/jackals... any clandestine tunnels were going to be tiny. [1] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhgGCTfnF1E)

Gandalkus read the third disturbing report in a row today..the Elites had created their own base, and broke off from the Brute camp " Those arogant lizards! why can they not see past their own xenophobic hatred of us, and realize apart, we cannot last." .....it was an old saying he picked up at the Academy.....*devide and conquer*

He then ordered the brutes guarding the foward outpost, to leave, and engage the enemy units moving towards the base.

The ambush point would be made about 1 klick east of the foward base, consisting of 5 high ranking Brutes, and 6 Jackals. Only 4 brutes and 6 grunts were left guarding the foward outpost, but if all went according to plan, the enemy forces would not have the stamina to take the outpost, not to mention the Covenant base.

No report from the 2 Banshees yet, "Get one more Banshee airborn to see what is happening..........And com a message over to the Elite base....If they actually want to stop the Humans, they should attack from the rear at the Ambush point.......we need to unite our forces"

"You heard him!" Aiken said to Mike. "Let's go!" He immediately did as the doctor instructed him. C'mon Cedric... revive, man! And don't stop the bleeding, merely slow... that makes no sense. Whatever. "Hey, you!" He pointed to the guy in the shotgun seat (Luke). "Take over the gunner platform, I'll need that seat!"

ooc: You want me to die?

Jacob sat around the radio with a group of unarmed ODSTs. Every now and then a transmission from the Covenant camp would come through, and money would change hands. It might have seemed cold under normal circumstances, betting on fellow soldier's lives and decisions, but the stranded troops were bored and alone. And the Covenant couldn't attack them. They were busy trying to kill a group of insane Spartans who had mired themselves in trouble, just as Jacobs had thought they would. As a stunned ODST reported that one of the banshees had begun strafing the camp, a mixture of groans and cheers went up, and once again, money changed hands.

"Told you they would take a banshee."
"Liar. I bet you it's just a Brute with horrible aim killing his own men."
"Men? More like his own gorillas."
"Hey guys, wait a minute, I think I see something heading towards the camp."
"What is it?"
"I don't know, looks like there's more of them now. Hey, it almost looks like.."
"Like what?"
"Someone get a scanner. I think we're under attack"

The ODSTs scattered, running for their weapons. When one ODST glanced into the scope on his Battle Rifle and confirmed the approaching objects to be Wraiths, accompanied by a Banshee, there was a chorus of swearing. Men began to rush to the defenses, the stunned troops who hadn't been around the radio asking what was going on. As the MG nests filled up, along with the defenses along the crude sandbag wall, Jacob looked for a good place to pick off troops from. Taking a sniper rifle and an assault rifle with him, Jacob headed up one of the cliffs, perching on a lower rock jutting from the wall. When another ODST climbed up Jacob looked surprised, but it turned out to be his gunner, who had a rocket launcher and a Magnum.

"You're going to kill an Elite with a Magnum?" Jacob asked, surprised. The ODST laughed and shouldered the rocket launcher.

"Nope. I'm going to kill the Elites with my rocket launcher. I'm going to kill the banshee with the Magnum."

Jacob laughed, and peered through the scope of his sniper. As the Covenant troops and tanks began to come into the range of the snipers and battle rifle, shots range out, either falling short of the approaching troops, or bouncing of armor and shielding. Laying down on the rock, Jacob began aiming his sniper, and slowly picked off the Elites he could find. There was a strange lack of Brutes, but that didn't really bother Jacob. Brutes were annoying to kill, and there muscular arms spelled death for any ODST that got too close.
His comrade began firing the rockets sparingly, aiming for pockets of Grunts and Elites, as well as the Wraiths, which were easy enough targets, being too slow to easily dodge the rockets coming at them from different directions. Above, the Banshee soared, simply circling around while not firing any bombs or plasma shots. Confused, Jacob fired a sniper shot at it, which cracked the cockpit and forced the Banshee to turn and dance out of range. it was a small victory for the Spartan, but hopefully one that would pay off in the long run.

Not what I had in mind. Mike instantly pulled a 180 degree spin in the warthog and peeled out, getting away from the brutes and elites. "Say, didn't we leave the only medic we had behind?" he asked, not slowing down. He reached back to where Aiken was, with a canister of biofoam. "You'll need to apply that; he's got Mark IV armor, it doesn't come with Biofoam."

"Sounds good." Aiken looked Mike in the eye, squarely, and then applied the biofoam. "Oh yah, good point. Do you think we should go back and get him?" He was tired off all of this Spartan-superiority nonsense. I'm just another human, really. He sighed. That's all I ever wanted to be. Nevermind all that training and... well... whatever. What do the footsoldiers... I mean this soldier... want? "He seemed to not really care. After all, he told us to go."

The besieged UNSC forces held the advantage only by the MG nests, as well as Jacob and his ODST gunners desperate push. The Covenant forces had neared the cliff, and now small arms fire began to land all around it. The ODST pulled out his Magnum and fired into the group of Grunts that were trying to knock down the cliff, and Jacob was firing his assault rifle at a desperate speed, only trying to injure the enemy troops rather than kill them.
Then he remembered the Spartans that had left on the recon. trip. Normally he wouldn't have forgotten, but he was busy holding off a small army. Grunting, he activated his radio, and sent a transmission to where the Spartans should be.

"Hello, this is Spartan 134 sending a distress signal. The camp is being attacked by an overwhelming number of Covenant forces. Requesting backup, repeat, requesting backup. We may not last much longer"

Hoping it would be received, Jacob began firing his assault rifle some more. The message was right. They wouldn't last much longer.

ooc: Kenny keep this up and I'll boot you out of this thread! NO SPARTANS THINK LIKE THAT SHUT UP!

ooc: You want me to die?
OOC: Cutting off blood circulation completely is a noob-move for a medic, may want to look up the proper usage of a tournequet, it may save you (or anyone you may have to stop severe bleeding on) from getting gang-green/frostbite. If slowed to a trickle, the blood should congeal on its own over the wound, use of coagulants improves the chances of this regardless of wound-size.

Giving him water/fluids is to help the body replace lost blood, the other option is for blood transfusion, but I don't think we've got those sorts of medical supplies, and I have no intention to post improvised blood transfusion methods...

"It's so obvious... Dur..."

I'd like to think I learned something for First-Aid/Emergency-Prep before they dumbed it down for "first responders" (for one thing, they no longer teach you how to check or diagnose a pulse, so as a note, don't pass out, ever)

ooc: Kenny keep this up and I'll boot you out of this thread! NO SPARTANS THINK LIKE THAT SHUT UP!
Yes, please keep the wapanese "soldier's angst" to a minimum.
Save it for after you'd get a section-8 the day before your squad gets slaughtered.
Angst really has no place anywhere when people are trying to kill you, it quickly turns to rage.

Only 4 brutes and 6 grunts were left guarding the foward outpost
OOC: A pair of 2/3 brute/grunt packs with Halo-3 style brute-pack mentality? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8KEHwlbHro) Sounds like fun...

IC:
The hole was small, Unger had to get onto his hands and knees to crawl through the hole caused by a stray rocket or plasma-bolt. Then he saw movement, just shadows for now. He froze, moving only to double check he had armed a grenade.

After a brief commotion, he saw a group Brutes and Jackals give chase to the warthog, leaving the battered outpost apparently deserted...

Still, if there were enough brutes left to mount an attack, they were bound to leave a reargaurd, composed of either their best troops or their worst, he hoped it was of the herb-smoking variety. The stench of blood, methane, and burned flesh was thick in the air...

He then came face to face with a brute, a dead one, well, actually just the upper torso, head, and an arm... A rocket had detonated at his feet, gibbing his underside pretty bad. Still, from his initial POV, he merely saw the head, hand, and a twisted helmet...

He then heard something... a whimper?

Oh...

shit... (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/halo/images/a/aa/Trouble.jpg)

OOC2:
I'll let Heirosoloa RP Tucker /w/ captured Banshee.

ooc: Kenny keep this up and I'll boot you out of this thread! NO SPARTANS THINK LIKE THAT SHUT UP!

OOC: Er, you're not serious, right?

IC: Mike shrugged. "Sounds like we have bigger problems anyway," he said as he received the transmission from Jacob. "You heard that, right? How about I'll drive this punk back, and drop you off to help out that camp?" Mike's voice gave the impression that he was ordering, not asking, Aiken to do so.

"Sure, I guess," said Aiken, not really caring if Mike was ordering him or not. He pulled out his assault rifle and tried to figure out how to aim whjile restricting Cedric's blood flow. "On your mark."

Mike saw an encampment of human forces up ahead, facing off with the Covenant. He swerved around to the back in the trees, trying not to get noticed. "I'll drop you off behind the Covenant forces, maybe about 1k off or less. Just leave him with me, I'll try to slow the bleeding." He paused for a moment. "One quick question. You guys are stranded here, aren't you?"

OOC: Er, you're not serious, right?

ooc: Not really, but I'll yell at him in RL and probably stab him.
"Sure, I guess," said Aiken, not really caring if Mike was ordering him or not. He pulled out his assault rifle and tried to figure out how to aim whjile restricting Cedric's blood flow. "On your mark."

ooc: Kenny, just get me to base and revive me again, I can't post shit right now.
IC:
Inside Cedric's Mind

"Hi, my name's Cedric, what's your name?" asked a 5 year old Cedric to a girl with brown hair.
She turned around and said," Hi, my name is Amy, do you know where we are?"
"No, do you want to be my friend?"
"Sure, come on lets find some more people"
Then Cedric spotted Aiken," Hello what's your name?"

ooc: This is a flashback from when they were kiddnapped.

With the Spartan attack on the forward Covenant camp, Valyria had decided to make it even by attacked the only UNSC camp. And his plan was working. A single Wraith bombarded the inside of the camp with plasma bolts, and the only thing holding off his Elites was the two MG nests mercilessly gunning down any Elite that got in there line of fire. There was also the pesky Spartan allied with the ODST that were distracting his troops, but they were surrounded by Grunts, so they wouldn't last very long. Because it was time to unleash their secret weapon. Although it would have been nicer to just wipe out the entire camp with a Scarab, they didn't have one, so they made do with a pair of Hunters. The armored beasts were hidden inside the ranks of the forces that were being smashed against the crude sandbag wall.

Valyria sent them the signal, and they charged out towards the sandbag wall, followed by a host of Grunts and Elites, with the Jackals being used as support. The pair of Hunters ripped apart the wall, and used their fuel rod cannons to decimate any foes nearby. Now that his troops were inside the camp, the UNSC forces would be hard pressed to stop them. Turning back to the cliff ledge where the Spartan was, he saw the plasma bolts take their toll, and watched as the cliff ledge crumbled and fell, killing the unfortunate Grunts that were to close.

---
Jacob looked over to where his ODST partner lay, unmoving. A rage built up inside the Spartan, and he roared out of the dust, slamming into the nearest Grunt with his assault rifle, and filling the rest of the surprised Covenant infantry with bullets. When he turned to face an Elite, there was a moment of connection between two physically matched races, before Jacob rolled out of the way, avoiding the stream of plasma bolts that had erupted from the Elite's plasma rifle. The Elite then pulled out a carbine, and began systematically shooting around Jacob, before the Spartan grabbed a plasma grenade from the corpse of a Grunt, hit the Elite with it, and ran as the Elite exploded.
Jacob ran to the insides of the camp, clearing out invaders as he went. Then he hit yet another obstacle, the Hunters. He ducked and rolled behind a dead Elite, trying to sneak around the armored beasts, but to no avail. The corpse exploded, sending Jacobs sprawling. The Spartan rolled and got up, narrowly avoiding another fuel rod blast. Grunting, he threw one of the stolen plasma grenades and sprinted away. Hunters. They were such a nuisance.

OOC:.... you can read minds?:eek:

Also, could people RP their characters in your flashback? Just an idea.

IC: Mike swore inside him helmet, unheard by others, before turning his intercom back on. "You saw those Hunters, right? No time to set up an ambush, get going." Mike power slid to a stop near the base, on the opposite side of where the Covenant was, and literally pushed his rocket launcher (one of two) at Aiken, pushing him out of the warthog. "Use this however you want, just please try not to lose or break it," Mike said with an air of annoyance. And he immediately drove off, using his HUD to locate the base while he finished applying biofoam to Cedric. "Pansy," he muttered, not bothering to turn off his intercom. "Even without thinking to bring biofoam, he should've lasted longer then that." He floored the accelerator, heading back to camp at full speed. "Still, he should be able to keep going even with just biofoam..."

A short bit later....


This is a camp? Great thought Mike as he stopped next to the camp, picking up Cedric with both arms and climbing out of the warthog. Forgot how heavy this armor actually is. "Somebody fix this guy!" He called out, not sure what to expect.

OOC: There, he's back, how's that?

ooc: Yeah, that's the whole point.

OOC: I know, 'twas a mere jest. But now that we're at the camp, are you gonna RP healing your guy? 'Cause otherwise Mike's heading back to help kill those hunters.

OOC: I know, 'twas a mere jest. But now that we're at the camp, are you gonna RP healing your guy? 'Cause otherwise Mike's heading back to help kill those hunters.

OOC: Actually, I'm waiting patiently either for you or Augmark to post what startled grieving brute does when he finds an ODST-medic in his base, or for DaWoad's ODST-Sniper to slap some lead upside the brute's head...

That or a simple A-OK to shove a needler up their...

OOC: Uh, sure, why not? I hope I'm not stepping on anybodies turf, but here goes.

IC: The brute got up, whimpering (even though brutes have pretty much no emotion..... sigh) as he picked up ammo from another fallen corpse. The brute had a deep wound on his left arm, so he used his right. As he turned around, he suddenly saw the ODST standing there, just as surprised as he was. After half a second's hesitation, the brute reached for a grenade with its bad arm as it pulled a Brute Shot forward with its good arm, albeit slowly (as it was using only one arm) and it pulled the trigger.

Luke had been following the 'hog on the mongoose, and shot past Aiken, saluting him as the quad bike screeched to a halt.
"Want a lift to the Covvie, sir? No point having that launcher 'less you got something to blow up."

"Ah," Cedric cringed as he tried to get back up.
"That was one hell of a wound," he muttered as he looked at where the bio foam was.
"ODST, with me," he said to a marine, and limped towards a mongoose.

"No, but thank you. But Cedric oughta go." He nodded to Cedric, and paused. "That's an order, go in the mongoose and go back to base. And recover."

ooc: what?

Then Cedric saw the Hunter pair, "oh, fuck it," he said, and before waiting for an ODST, Cedric drove off and 10 seconds later, he was within 20 yards of the 2 monsters. Then he pulled 2 stolen plasma grenades on a pass by, he strapped one to each of the beasts before they had a chance to fire.

"Alright sir, if you're sure. Sounds like I'm needed up there anyway." He unclutched the brakes, sending the mongoose screeching off. After a few minutes, he reached the UNSC base. He saw one of the hunters spot him and turn it's bulk to face him, raising it's arm. "Oh fuck." He pulled on the brakes then jumped off, narrowly avoiding the green beam that passed by his head. He crawled over to a barricade, next to 2 other ODSTs. "So, hows it going lads?"
"Not too bad. Could use those Hunters dead though." Luke peered over the barricades, ducking down again as he came under fire.
"Well, that Spartan is down there. With all luck, he'll do it."

OOC: Oh, my bad, I thought there were two camps, this is a tad confusing...

IC: Mike was working his way around the edge of the battle, moving toward the middle structure where the hunters were. Strange, they're in the open... perhaps luring idiots like that nearby, he thought as Cedric approached them in a drive by. (which shouldn't be possible without getting blown up probably...) Mike shot off a rocket at the two hunters from his position in the trees (just before Cedric planted the grenades), a good 220 meters away, and ran to another spot instantly to stay hidden. That rocket'll hit when those grenades go off, as long as they stay still. Maybe if we're lucky one will die.

The grenades didn't stick but fell to the hunters' feet, but before they could run away, a rocket screamed towards them. The combined explosion dropped one and left the other one limp. Cedric got off his mongoose and took his rifle, planted it to the remaining hunter's head and fired off a clip. Reloaded and snapped the remains of it's 'spinal cord'.

OOC: Er, they don't have spines.....
(http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Mgalekgolo)

But, whatever.
IC: Mike shook his head. Lucky sonnuva... He opened a transmission to Cedric's HUD. "There's still quite the covenant force at the eastern edge of camp, no time to celebrate now." With that he took off at a run, putting away the SPNKr and pulling out his assault rifle. "And be more careful next time," he added before leaping in the back seat of the Mongoose.

ooc: that's why I said 'spinal cord' instead of just going spinal cord. Lolz, but who cares, what I meant was that I was just mashing the rest of it up. I'll post an IC tommorow, I have to go sleep.

OOC: Er, ok, but you could have just said that... they don't really even have body parts lol. But ok, G'night.

"Ok, let's go scout again," Said Cedric revving up the engine.

They had been on thier way for 30 minutes now and had lost radio contact with the rest of the base unknowingly. "Erh, Mike, check in with base and tell them our current location."

"Sir, we can't establish radio contact," Said Mike(I hope you dont mind)

"Shit a wraith!" yelled Cedric swerving out of the way. They had blundered right into another covenent outpost right next to a steep cliff.
"Hang on! Oh shit!" said Cedric, he had almost pulled out of a turn right next to the cliff the the wraith had clipped him ever so slightly and sent the mongoose careening down the cliff. Cedric grabbed Mike and got hold of the wall slowing their desent.

OOC: A pair of 2/3 brute/grunt packs with Halo-3 style brute-pack mentality? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8KEHwlbHro) Sounds like fun...

IC:
The hole was small, Unger had to get onto his hands and knees to crawl through the hole caused by a stray rocket or plasma-bolt. Then he saw movement, just shadows for now. He froze, moving only to double check he had armed a grenade.

After a brief commotion, he saw a group Brutes and Jackals give chase to the warthog, leaving the battered outpost apparently deserted...

Still, if there were enough brutes left to mount an attack, they were bound to leave a reargaurd, composed of either their best troops or their worst, he hoped it was of the herb-smoking variety. The stench of blood, methane, and burned flesh was thick in the air...

He then came face to face with a brute, a dead one, well, actually just the upper torso, head, and an arm... A rocket had detonated at his feet, gibbing his underside pretty bad. Still, from his initial POV, he merely saw the head, hand, and a twisted helmet...

He then heard something... a whimper?

Oh...

shit... (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/halo/images/a/aa/Trouble.jpg)

OOC2:
I'll let Heirosoloa RP Tucker /w/ captured Banshee.

OOC: Uh, sure, why not? I hope I'm not stepping on anybodies turf, but here goes.

IC: The brute got up, whimpering as he picked up ammo from another fallen corpse. The brute had a deep wound on his left arm, so he used his right. As he turned around, he suddenly saw the ODST standing there, just as surprised as he was. After half a second's hesitation, the brute reached for a grenade with its bad arm as it pulled a Brute Shot forward with its good arm, albeit slowly (as it was using only one arm) and it pulled the trigger.
OOC: Couldn't use a fuel-rod gun, eh?
Not sure how long those 'grenades' would bounce around...

IC:
Instinctively, the medic ducked behind cover as he saw the living Brute draw a weapon, he then checked to make sure the needler he picked-up was in working condition; only one magazine...

Donald could hardly believe what he had just seen though, an injured brute had fired a wide area-effect weapon in a very confined space, with no cover...

After the noise had died down for a moment, he chucked a frag-grenade around the corner he was hiding behind and retreated further towards the outside...

He must be stupid to have thought he could raid an occupied convent base single-handedly...

Still, here he was, a quick survey outside didn't reveal the sniper he saw earlier. He was on his own for now...

OOC: I'll assume you got away from the brute.... and the only thing is that Mike wouldn't have said 'sir'. Ever. So I sorta mind, a tad anyway. But not enough to care. (If that makes sense)

IC: "Hold on to me!" Mike grabbed a LOTUS mine from his back while Cedric was holding on to his shoulder. He pushed the bottom of the mine against the cliff wall while falling, and activated the locking mechanism on the bottom. After a few tried, it suddenly took hold on the side, jerking the two to a complete stop with enough force to rip a normal person's arm off. Mike glanced down the cliff without hesitation; they were still quite a ways up the side. "We'll have to free fall from here to not get shot, activate the bio-gel in your suit when we jump." He then clicked off the the locking mechanism, putting the mine on his back again as he kicked off the cliff side to avoid incoming Covenant Plasma rounds. He wordlessly activated his shock-gel, along with locking up his suit to absorb the impact of the fall.