FANDOM


  • ACCESSING DATABASE...

    OPENING FILE...


    MISSION LOG:

    Date: October 20, 2552

    Location: Earth Orbit  -  UNSC In Amber Clad FFG-142

    Operation: GRAVITY

    Status: First Stage Complete

    Task Force: Bravo

    Primary Objective: Defend New Mombasa

    ...

    ALERT: All volunteers, please report to your commanding officers before joining the mission.

    ...

    MISSION LOG... END

      Loading editor
    • ( POV of PFC R.Shrake )

      I jog up to the bridge, saluting to Lieutenant Hartly.

      "Sir, reporting for duty from the Medbay, Sir." I say, still at attention

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Very well, Private. This is your lucky day; we're heading to New Mombasa. I know you Army guys love having your feet on solid ground.

        Loading editor
    • I nod. "Sir, New Mombasa is on Earth... How did they break through?" I ask.

        Loading editor
    • Beck: (points to Malta Station's ruins) That's how.

        Loading editor
    • "Holy shit." I say, my fingers tapping against my MA37.

      "So you don't mind if I join up with Bravo, sir?" I ask. "I never found my original unit on Cairo."

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Sure.

      Johnson: The other carrier is still out there.

      Miranda: I'll contact Lord Hood. (COM) Cairo, this is In Amber Clad. The carrier's shield is down, I'm in position and ready for immediate assault.

      Hood (COM): Negative Commander. Not against a ship that size. Not on your own.

        Loading editor
    • "I'll go get ready." I say, walking out. I jog down to the armory.

      "I need an MA5B, standard ODST SMG, and a magnum, enough ammo for all of them to last at least a day." I tell the armorer, he nods and gives me the weapons, I use the magnetic clamps on my armor to attach my weapons, I walk to the hangar and I wait for the rest of Bravo.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: What the hell is he doing?

      The team looks through the bridge's window and sees the Master Chief riding a Covenant antimatter charge.

        Loading editor
    • ( Just continue because I'm just gonna sit in the hangar )

        Loading editor
    • The carrier the Chief just entered blows up.

      Hartley: Whoa...

      The Chief falls towards the In Amber Clad, and a thud resounds throughout the ship.

      Johnson: For a brick... he flew pretty good!

      Miranda (COM): Chief, get inside, gear-up. We're taking this fight to the surface.

      In Amber Clad dives towards Earth's atmosphere.

        Loading editor
    • (COM) "I'm waiting in the hangar, any specific Pelican I should load up in?" I ask over com to Bravo Team.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley (COM): Wait, Private. We're on our way.

        Loading editor
    • Trent (COM): Hartley, our Pelican is ready and pre-flight checks have been made. Ready whenever you are.

        Loading editor
    • I look around the hangar, anxiously waiting for Bravo.

        Loading editor
    • (So, is Trent's Pelican going to be one of the three that'll get shot down by the Scarab?)

        Loading editor
    • ( No clue )

        Loading editor
    • (Ooh, that doesn't sound like fun. Does everyone on board die? If not, I'll do it.)

        Loading editor
    • ( Nah we fly out of the Pelican and have a space battle )

        Loading editor
    • (Did somebody say "Space Battle"!)

        Loading editor
    • ( I did, Commando where'd ya go? )

        Loading editor
    • (Yayyy)

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Excalibur's ready to go, Hartley.

        Loading editor
    • ACESSING DATAPAD FILE: TASK FORCE BRAVO ROSTER/OBJECTIVE TRACKER

      LEADERSHIP:

      • 1stLt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

        ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake -- Rifleman(WIA)                                                               
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka -- Rifleman
      • GySgt. Brian Doheny -- Small Force Tactics/Technician(WIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Knifework
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions                                          

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                    
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner
      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper/Spotter

      DELTA-6 Operators:

      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner
      • GySgt. Brian Doheny -- Small-Force Tactics/Technology(WIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions

      Flight Team:

      • 1stLt Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2ndLt Emma Pickering -- Copilot/Gunner
      • TSgt Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      CURRENT OBJECTIVES:

      -  DEFEND NEW MOMBASA

      NOTES:

      Locke outranks Hartley(Navy LT=Marines CAPT)

      - Trent is the main pilot

      -  Fox McCloud is MIA potentially KIA on Crystal

        Loading editor
    • (Ranks always confused me in Halo. No idea what is higher than what. How high exactly is DAB?)

        Loading editor
    • (Lowest Commissioned Officer. Locke is basically the equivalent of a CAPTAIN in the marines. I outrank you ALL.)

        Loading editor
    • (And did no one see the Fox bit? That's a throwback to A Battle.)

        Loading editor
    • (I tried to forget that Fox ever existed.)

        Loading editor
    • (Updates...in color)

      MEMBER UPADTE:

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Sgt. Philip “Pops” Wieman – Tactics (BCD)
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman                   
      • Pvt. Kevin “Cue ball” Cantwell – Rifleman (KIA)                                                    
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance                      
      • Pvt. Antonio Razano – Communications (KIA)                                                      
      • Pvt. Leonard “Cool Hand” Huston – Explosives Specialist (KIA)

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                    
      • Cpl. John “Shrimp” Scampi – Machine Gunner (KIA)
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Pvt. Adam "Mad Hadder" Hadhoud – Spotter (KIA)

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Radio Operator
      • TSgt. Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      DELTA-6 Operators:

      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner
      • GySgt. Brian Donehy – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton
        Loading editor
    • Locke: One ticket to hell.

      Locke and Excalibur board the pelican.

      Pemberton: Wait for the rest.

        Loading editor
    • (Oh, and if Shrake's healed, Brian will be in time for 05.)

        Loading editor
    • Sean4333 wrote:

      (Updates...in color)

      MEMBER UPADTE:

      LEADERSHIP:


      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Sgt. Philip “Pops” Wieman – Tactics (BCD)
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman                   
      • Pvt. Kevin “Cue ball” Cantwell – Rifleman (KIA)                                                    
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance                      
      • Pvt. Antonio Razano – Communications (KIA)                                                      
      • Pvt. Leonard “Cool Hand” Huston – Explosives Specialist (KIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Donehy – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Knifework
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions

      BASE OF FIRE:


      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                    
      • Cpl. John “Shrimp” Scampi – Machine Gunner (KIA)
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Pvt. Adam "Mad Hadder" Hadhoud – Spotter (KIA)

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Radio Operator
      • TSgt. Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      DELTA-6 Operators:


      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner
      • GySgt. Brian Donehy – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions

      (Delta-6 Operators keeps track of Excalibur's roster. That does not mean you can't allocate them Asssault or Base of Fire. By the way, Base of Fire is long-range support, and therefore a sniper would be sent there. If you have a problem, then contact me at:

      (7) 777-777-7777

      )

        Loading editor
    • I follow the two men on to the Pelican. 

      "You all are part of Bravo, yeah?" I ask, sitting down near the blood tray.

        Loading editor
    • Rskde wrote:
      I follow the team on to the Pelican. 

      "You all are part of Bravo, yeah?" I ask, sitting down near the blood tray.

      Locke: They're new recruits to Bravo. I was with the original force. These guys might be good, but they're new to Bravo's routine. you know what we used to do?

        Loading editor
    • I shake my head, clicking the safety on and off of my rifle.

      "I'm a new guy aswell."

        Loading editor
    • Locke: We used to hunt forerunner artifacts called caskets and shut 'em down. We still do, not that Keyes knows.

        Loading editor
    • "Who's Keyes?" I ask, still lightly confused.

      My helmet depolarizes just to show how confused I am.

        Loading editor
    • Brian: Is he serious? Keyes is the person in charge of In Amber Clad. You know, CDR Keyes, Miranda, 5'6", Brown/Black hair, assigned to FFG-142(In Amber Clad). That Keyes.

        Loading editor
    • I blink.

      "I'm sorry, you lost me at In Amber Clad." I say, looking at the team.

        Loading editor
    • ( Everyone disappeared D: )

        Loading editor
    • (I'm back.)

        Loading editor
    • ( Welcome back )

        Loading editor
    • Rskde wrote:
      I blink.

      "I'm sorry, you lost me at In Amber Clad." I say, looking at the team.

      Locke: Soldier, In Amber Clad is the frigate you boarded. Are you mentally functioning 100%?

        Loading editor
    • Rskde wrote:
      ( Welcome back )


      (Thanks)

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Sasuun, you comin' or what?

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Don't worry.  Kid's a little shaken up that's all.

      Brace: Why do you keep calling him Kid, Kid?

      Kaflinski: Eh, shut up.

        Loading editor
    • I sigh. "I was supposed to link up with the 75th Rangers on Cairo, but instead I was handed a rifle by the single most important man in the entire fleet and was told to follow an elite team that I didn't know about until now, I got into at least ten fire fights and took one to the chest, to find out that the enemy broke through to Earth, which is the most important planet to humanity, so no I'm not at 100%"

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: See, the Kid-*ahem* He's fine.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Alright. This is a combat drop. HALO jump, just like the 21st century. We're landing in Old Mombasa to provide indiscreet fire support to any and all UNSC forces. And yes, Knifer, you can use your knife. Anything a covie drops, take it. ODYNE will be giving us tactical updates once we hit, and we have these.

      Locke passes around plasma grenade-like devices.

      Locke: These are Holo-Spheres the Heretics at Threshold gave us. ODYNE will coordinate, make 'em look right. These are single-use, so use them only when you have to. Am I clear?

      All of Bravo on board the pelican signals acknowledgement.

      Locke: Then let's kick these bastards back where they came from!

        Loading editor
    • "HALO? Like jetpacks or what?" I ask, looking at Locke.

        Loading editor
    • Locke facepalms.

      Brian: High Altitude, Low Open. Parachutes. Very fun to do. There's the AAA pounding at you, the fact that if you screw up you go splat...

      Markov: Don't scare the newb...at least not too much.

        Loading editor
    • "Well shit... Alright, I'll shut the fuck up now." I say, my helmet polarizing.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: We're still waiting for Sasuun.

        Loading editor
    • The pelican takes off for New Mombasa.

        Loading editor
    • I look around at the team, silently waiting. My stomach lurches as we leave the gravity of the ship.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Shrake, you're first. head to the hatch.

      The hatch opens as Shrake comes close.

      (Hope you don't mind, this is for comedy)

      Shrake: What no-AGHHH!!!!!

      Locke pushes Shrake out, before jumping out himself.

        Loading editor
    • "FUCK!" I yell as I fall out, thrashing my arms wildly.

      (COM) "Locke you fucker!" I cry through my radio.

      ( I don't mind )

        Loading editor
    • Trol and Nialliv's Phantom slipspaces over New Mombasa. "What should we do here, Nialliv?" Nialliv:....." Depends on father's orders. Father?"

        Loading editor
    • Miranda (COM): Bravo, your LZ is Liberty Street, near Hotel Zanzibar. The members of the 405th are scattered all over that sector.

      Hartley (COM): Understood.

      Hartley jumps out of the Pelican.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Wahoo!

      Once the team reaches 1000 feet, their chutes open.

      Brian: Roll once you hit. The chutes are self-destructing after 50 seconds after you hit the ground.

        Loading editor
    • As the team falls towards Old Mombasa, Solemn Penance activates its gravity lift.

      Hartley: The carrier is deploying its troops to the Uplift Nature Reserve, near the Orbital Elevator. Once we clear this sector, we should go there.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Right. The 405th, according to ODYNE, is scattered through the city, but in a way that leads to the park. Trent, provide air support for the park, please! Markov, Sinoviet building. Cover us and the 405th until Trent picks you up. MG team, with us.

        Loading editor
    • The team lands. Hartley reloads his BR55.

      Hartley: Everybody, take cover in that building. It seems like a good place for us to make a plan.

      Hartley points to a small, partially-destroyed building.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: You heard him! Go!

      (As soon as we can watch Nightfall, we'll do it, so we don't break too much canon.

        Loading editor
    • (Yeah, but you need to have the MCC to watch it. :/  )

        Loading editor
    • I hit the ground almost comicly, rolling and smashing my helmet against a rock, luckily it stays in good condition, I unhook myself from the chute and I jog towards the building Hartly had pointed out.

        Loading editor
    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (Yeah, but you need to have the MCC to watch it. :/  )

      (Which I pre-ordered. Jealous?)

      Locke: Shrake, hurry! You've got 12 secs on your chute!

        Loading editor
    • (I just realized: I'm wearing Helioskrill.)

        Loading editor
    • (Nevermind, it's just the visor.)

        Loading editor
    • (I don't have an Xbox One. And yes, I'm jealous :P )

      Hartley enters the building and unfolds a map of New Mombasa.

        Loading editor
    • "Fuck!" I yell, the explosion shoves me forward, and I roll again.

      "Who in their right fucking mind would put a self destruct mechanism on a fucking parachute?!" I yell, still on the ground.

        Loading editor
    • ( Maybe you can share :D )

        Loading editor
    • Rskde wrote:
      ( Maybe you can share :D )

      (I will. Don't worry.)

      Locke: The people who conduct top-secret ops and don't want proof of existence, in other words, us. Now I think we should push upwards this way, through there, so as to gain maximum support from the 405th while still moving to the park.

      Locke traces a route.

        Loading editor
    • "Fuck." I spit again, getting up.

      I follow Locke closely, aiming my MA5B around to make sure nobody was going to sneak up on us.

      "How much training did you guys receive to become a part of Bravo?" I ask him quietly.

      ( Yaay )

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Define training.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Yeah but if we want to get to the park, we'll have to cross this bridge.

      Hartley points to a giant bridge connecting Old Mombasa to New Mombasa.

      Hartley: And then cross the Waterfront Highway. It's full of Covenant.

        Loading editor
    • "Training as in non combat, ODST bootcamp kinda shit." I say, as we catch up with Hartly and the rest of Bravo.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Or we could reroute here, and bypass them both while still picking up 405th squads. And Shrake, the answer is no. We had default training and that's it.

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Locke: Or we could reroute here, and bypass them both.

      (That's kinda impossible since that bridge is the only way to get to New Mombasa.)

        Loading editor
    • "I got charges, we can lure them to somewhere and blow it to hell." I suggest, holding up a small square of C-12.

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Locke: Or we could reroute here, and bypass the highway while still picking up 405th squads. And Shrake, the answer is no. We had default training and that's it.

      (Better?) 

      Pemberton: I've done lots of demo ops, and that's not enough. We'd have to take out the supports near the ONI Alpha Site, and that job would need 40 kilos.

        Loading editor
    • Pemberton: That, right there, is 3 Kilos. I've got 5 5-Kilo bottles of C-7, so that's 28 kilos, but we still need 12. Where's that coming from?

      Locke: I have 8 Kilos on me of C-7. 4 kilos and we can blow the bridge. It's not enough yet.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Forget it. Our objective is to protect New Mombasa, not blow it up.

      Hartley stands up and grabs his BR55.

      Hartley: Let's get moving.

        Loading editor
    • Locke grabs his M7SK.

      Miller: Let's do this.

        Loading editor
    • Dean racks a shotgun, Locke slams in a new mag, Brian works the chargung handle, Pemberton racks a pistol, Kres draws a knife, Kaflinski reloads, Brace readies his kit.

      Brian: We're goin' all the way.

      Miller: Oh yeah.

        Loading editor
    • Miranda (COM): Bravo, all three of my Pelicans were shot down by a Scarab. You won't have any support from the Master Chief and Sergeant Stacker's team of ODSTs. You're on your own.

      Hartley: Just great.

        Loading editor
    • I sigh. "This place is fucked, anyway." I say to myself, following Hartley's lead.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Well, we better get going.

      Locke gets up and prepares to move

        Loading editor
    • I grab my MA5B from the wall, I check the mag counter and I look around at the team.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Hartley, your call.

        Loading editor
    • A Warthog troop tansport drives up to Bravo.

      Wong: Need a lift?

      All of Bravo Climbs on.

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:

      All of Bravo Climbs on.

      (That's impossible. We need another Warthog.

      Also, is DAB with us?)

        Loading editor
    • (Officially, what is Operation: GRAVITY? We can't just attribute Operation names to whatever we do.)

        Loading editor
    • LEADERSHIP:

      • 1stLt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Sgt. Philip “Pops” Wieman – Tactics (BCD)
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman                   
      • Pvt. Kevin “Cue ball” Cantwell – Rifleman (KIA)                                                    
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance                      
      • Pvt. Antonio Razano – Communications (KIA)                                                      
      • Pvt. Leonard “Cool Hand” Huston – Explosives Specialist (KIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Doheny -- Small Force Tactics/Technician
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Knifework
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                    
      • Cpl. John “Shrimp” Scampi – Machine Gunner (KIA)
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Pvt. Adam "Mad Hadder" Hadhoud – Spotter (KIA)
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner
      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper/Spotter

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Radio Operator
      • TSgt. Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      DELTA-6 Operators:

      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner
      • GySgt. Brian Doheny -- Small Force Tactics/Technician
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Knifework
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver

      OBJECTIVES:

      • Assist the 405th
      • Defend the Uplift Reserve
        Loading editor
    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      Agent Locke wrote:

      All of Bravo climbs on one of the two warthogs, Excalibur in one, Bravo in the other.

      (That's impossible. We need another Warthog.

      Also, is DAB with us?)

      (Yeah. Killing Excalibur in 3...2...1...Now.)

      Excalibur's 'hog is hit by a wraith.

      Locke: NO! BRIAN! Damn it!

        Loading editor
    • CT1303
      CT1303 removed this reply because:
      Nevermind :/
      15:50, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • Agent Locke wrote:

      LEADERSHIP:

      • 1stLt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Sgt. Philip “Pops” Wieman – Tactics (BCD)
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman                   
      • Pvt. Kevin “Cue ball” Cantwell – Rifleman (KIA)                                                    
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance                      
      • Pvt. Antonio Razano – Communications (KIA)                                                     
      • Pvt. Leonard “Cool Hand” Huston – Explosives Specialist (KIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Doheny -- Small Force Tactics/Technician (MIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres --  Knifework (MIA)
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean --Breacher (MIA)
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions (MIA)
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver (MIA)

      BASE OF FIRE:


      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                    
      • Cpl. John “Shrimp” Scampi – Machine Gunner (KIA)
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Pvt. Adam "Mad Hadder" Hadhoud – Spotter (KIA)
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner (MIA)
      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper/Spotter (MIA)

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Radio Operator
      • TSgt. Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      DELTA-6 Operators:

      • GySgt. Brian Doheny -- Small Force Tactics/Technician (MIA)
      • CPO Nathan "Knifer" Kres --  Knifework (MIA)
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean --Breacher (MIA)
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions (MIA)
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver (MIA)
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner (MIA)
      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper/Spotter (MIA)

      OBJECTIVES:


      • Assist the 405th
      • Defend the Uplift Reserve

      SURVIVORS: 15(4 Flight Team, 2 Base of Fire, 5 Assault, 4 Leadership)

      (I hated this. Just...hated it. What a waste of time, planning out responses, specializations, everything. Happy?!)

        Loading editor
    • (But it's colourful...)

        Loading editor
    • (Not funny. Not funny at all.)

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Everyone, get off the street now! Excalibur's gone!

        Loading editor
    • (Colours...)

        Loading editor
    • Bravo dismounts.

      Locke: Damn it... All of them..just..gone. Brian would have gone to college...Damn it..

        Loading editor
    • Vessel Of War wrote:
      (Colours...up my ass.)


        Loading editor
    • Locke: Well, we better move on. Time for grieving later. There's a 405th platoon dead ahead. we better get moving.

      Bravo moves out.

        Loading editor
    • (Wait...what just happened?!  You can't just kill people off like that! Who suggested you do this!)

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Yeah, but that Wraith's still out there...

        Loading editor
    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Wait...what just happened?!  You can't just kill people off like that! Who suggested you do this!)

      (YOU DID! YOU TOLD ME TO KILL EXCALIBUR!)

        Loading editor
    • (I NEVER told you to kill anyone!  I thought we were waiting for the Ark!!)

        Loading editor
    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (I NEVER told you to kill anyone!  I thought we were waiting for the Ark!!)

      (Commando told me to get rid of them right now!)

        Loading editor
    • (Well, why'd you listen?  You could have easily said "no".  I mean, you want to kill them then kill them, but at least make it mean something, y'know.  Not just like "Oh, look they're dead.")

        Loading editor
    • Trent (COM): Heads up, Bravo. We've spotted three Wraiths near your position.

        Loading editor
    • (He was right. They were too much like Spartans, and they made up one third of bravo. Maybe there will be some survivors....)

        Loading editor
    • (Alright, fine.  Just try not to keep that "Law" guy.  His name was identical to another character in another show in another universe .)

        Loading editor
    • (AND OPERATORS NEVER DIE!!!!!!)

        Loading editor
    • Sean4333 wrote:
      (Alright, fine.  Just try not to keep that "Law" guy.  His name was identical to another character in another show in another universe .)

      (This one grew up on MARS, is a LUDDITE towards anything past the 20th century excluding explosives, and was HORRIBLY INEPT at combat, but yeah, he's dead for sure.)

        Loading editor
    • (Dude, calm down.)

        Loading editor
    • (I just put caps for emphasis. but anyway:)

      Locke: There! Seventh Platoon, Charlie company, 405th. 16 out of 36 survivors. Better help them out with the hunters.

      Locke stuffs a grenade in his backpack, pulls the pin, and slides it towards the hunters. It explodes, cutting one in half but not killing it.

        Loading editor
    • (Everyone is gone. RP, don't die on us now!)

        Loading editor
    • (It ain't dead.  It's just...sleeping.)

        Loading editor
    • (Time to wake it up.

          • WAKE UP NOW!!!!

      RP: Urgh. Fine.)

        Loading editor
    • CT1303
      CT1303 removed this reply because:
      Post that on the other thread
      16:55, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • (Post that on the other thread.)

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke
      Agent Locke removed this reply because:
      hfj
      17:02, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • The wraiths fire at Bravo. 

      Locke: All right... EARGH!

      Locke hurdles the barrier the had take cover behind and slides under the wraith, sticking a plasma grenade to the underside. the wraiths move towards Bravo, while Locke runs from the stuck wraith.

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      The wraiths fire at Bravo. 

      Locke: All right... EARGH!

      Locke hurdles the barrier the had take cover behind and slides under the wraith, sticking a plasma grenade to the underside. the wraiths move towards Bravo, while Locke runs from the stuck wraith.


      (How do you control wraiths if your a human?)

        Loading editor
    • (You don't. you stick them with plasma grenades and run.)

        Loading editor
    • (Yay, Advertising!)

        Loading editor
    • General B.H. wrote:
      Agent Locke wrote:
      (Time to wake it up.
          • WAKE UP NOW!!!!

      RP: Urgh. Fine.)

      Then suddenly you ntoice an elite major behind you on top of a two story building. As soon as you open fire he jumps off and lands right infront of you. Then he rapidly tackles you and chokes you. He says "I will choke you slowly so you may take in the death."
      You immediately start coughing.


      I'm guessing your still chocking?

        Loading editor
    • General B.H. wrote:
      General B.H. wrote:
      Agent Locke wrote:
      (Time to wake it up.
          • WAKE UP NOW!!!!

      RP: Urgh. Fine.)

      Then suddenly you ntoice an elite major behind you on top of a two story building. As soon as you open fire he jumps off and lands right infront of you. Then he rapidly tackles you and chokes you. He says "I will choke you slowly so you may take in the death."
      You immediately start coughing.

      I'm guessing your still chocking?

      (That's non-canon.)

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      General B.H. wrote:
      General B.H. wrote:
      Agent Locke wrote:
      (Time to wake it up.
          • WAKE UP NOW!!!!

      RP: Urgh. Fine.)

      Then suddenly you ntoice an elite major behind you on top of a two story building. As soon as you open fire he jumps off and lands right infront of you. Then he rapidly tackles you and chokes you. He says "I will choke you slowly so you may take in the death."
      You immediately start coughing.

      I'm guessing your still chocking?
      (That's non-canon.)

      (how)

        Loading editor
    • (Ninja-Posting. you ninja-posted me. the ninja-poster is the one that's wrong.)

        Loading editor
    • (Please explain the geek speach to the poor confused general.. No offense by the way. )

        Loading editor
    • (I take offense, asshole, and ninja-posting is when someone like you posts after someone like me posts. the ninja-poster's post braks canon and thus is non-canon.)

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke
      Agent Locke removed this reply because:
      dhasdhwjsahdjsahdhsjdhasjdhjsahdjsahdjhsajdhasjhd
      17:21, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • (Don't post comments out of parenthesis.)

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      (I take offense, asshole, and ninja-posting is when someone like you posts after someone like me posts. the ninja-poster's post braks canon and thus is non-canon.)


      (Gueez I was just joking and by the way didn't you just destroy those wraiths.

        Loading editor
    • (By the way I'm guessing that was a yes.)

        Loading editor
    • (yeah. now we wait for sean or commando to come back.)

        Loading editor
    • Suddenly Locke notices an elite major on the roof of a two story building behind him. The elite major instantly jumps infront of him and Lock opens fire buzzing its shields. The major instantly tackles him and starts chocking him. Then the elite major says "I will choke you slowly so you may take in the pain."

        Loading editor
    • (Can't you just solve this in the mean time? Is it that big a deal? I wouldn't consider this to be a ninja post anymore.)

        Loading editor
    • General B.H. wrote:
      Suddenly Locke notices an elite major on the roof of a two story building behind him. The elite major instantly jumps infront of him and Lock opens fire buzzing its shields. The major instantly tackles him and starts chocking him. Then the elite major says "I will choke you slowly so you may take in the pain."

      Locke shoots the major in the head, killing it.

        Loading editor
    • (Just realized, Markov never got on the 'hog...

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      General B.H. wrote:
      Suddenly Locke notices an elite major on the roof of a two story building behind him. The elite major instantly jumps infront of him and Lock opens fire buzzing its shields. The major instantly tackles him and starts chocking him. Then the elite major says "I will choke you slowly so you may take in the pain."
      Locke shoots the major in the head, killing it.

      (Yay, I am asuming you shot it in the head with a magnum since that would be your best chacne of shooting it that close.)

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      (Just realized, Markov never got on the 'hog...

      (Then give him a ride:))

        Loading editor
    • General B.H.
      General B.H. removed this reply because:
      Inappropriate language
      17:59, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • (I was being sarcastic...P Besides I wasn't paying attention so, I didn't know it was a she.)

        Loading editor
    • Laf Lolamee'(I'll make a card) strides out on the deck of the Phantom. "Sons... I want you to help defend our human allies. Do you understand?" Trol's eyes glow red. "Father, I must not let myself be disgraced by the human who incapacitated me so easily. Surely I may face him in battle?" Nialliv frowns." Father, I am not allying myself with such fools! They must know that they are beneath us!"

        Loading editor
    • Then I walk beside Nialliv and I place my hand on his shoulder "Of course not. The humans must be destroyed." (I wouldn't consider this a ninja move because  in movies this happens all the time plus all I'm doing is join the conversation and influencing you. XD)

        Loading editor
    • Laf looks at them both, and calmly states: "We must have peace." Nialliv: "But they seek to destroy the-" Laf grabs his neck. "The Holy Rings will destroy us! The Oracle said so!"

        Loading editor
    • (The Schism has NOT repeat NOT happened yet. This is Halo 2, in new mombasa.)

        Loading editor
    • (Oh, they are heretics. nice.)

        Loading editor
    • Hartley walks up to the leader of the 7th Platoon.

      Hartley: What's the situation?

      Ramirez: It's a mess, amigo. The Covenant have killed most of the members of the 405th. My platoon and I were trying to cross that bridge when these guys showed up.

      Hartley: That's where we're headed. Beck, secure that building. We'll setup a command post here.

        Loading editor
    • General B.H.
      General B.H. removed this reply because:
      mistake
      18:12, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • ODYNE: I do not reccomend that, Lieutenant.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Why not?

        Loading editor
    • ODYNE: That building is a sniper nest full of Kig-Yar, Unggoy, Yanme'e, and Sangheili.

        Loading editor
    • Well I will keep fighting the human scum. This heresy is lies. I will not believe it until the phophets themselves turn their backs on us.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: We'll blow it up then. Anyone got charges?

        Loading editor
    • Trol turns to (B.H) and calmly replies. "Then why are you here?"

        Loading editor
    • "To put sense into you ,but you refuse to listen to reason. I warned you after this battle your heretic organization will meet the full might of the Coveant. "

      I stab Trol in the right leg and rip my energy sword through it causing you to fall to the floor. Then I through a plasma grenade directly on Nialliv who tries to dive away ,but his shields are destroyed. Any lesser sangheili rank would have been killed. I then retreat behind two stealth Sangheili who bring covering fire with plasma rifles as I escape.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Sorry, no.

        Loading editor
    • "I got some C12, sir!" I say, I had been quiet the entire time, the shock of Exaclibur's quick death had shocked me.

      ( I'm back form church! Yay! )

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Good, son. You know how to use 'em, right?

        Loading editor
    • "Yessir." I say, nervously.

      I hook my rifle to my back and I pull out my brick of explosives.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Everyone, stand back! Shrake's gonna blow this building!

        Loading editor
    • "Right." I mumble, splitting the brick into four pieces.

      "I need some cover." I warn them, starting to lay the explosives on to one of the four supports.

      When I'm done laying the explosives, I make sure I had put detonation signals into each one of them.

      I run back to the cover Bravo Team was behind.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Do it.

        Loading editor
    • Locke: pull back 50 feet.

      A SRS can be heard.

      Locke: Wait..is that...

      MARKOV(COM): This is SSGT. Markov! I am pinned down at the Sinoviet tower! Does anyone read!

      Locke: I read, Markov, Just a sec!

        Loading editor
    • "Hey fuckers! Have fun on the Great Journey!" I yell, pulling the detonater, the building is ripped from the ground, collapsing and killing all of the Covenant inside.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Locke, go rescue her. (COM) Trent, I need two Warthogs here now!

        Loading editor
    • Locke(To Hartley, Private COM): Shrake's an 11B1O00YY, or standard Eleven-Bang Bang grunt. No serious demo training. Hope he doesn't mess up...

        Loading editor
    • "So how many kills do I add to my count?" I ask a man from the 405th.

      The man shrugs and walks off to his platoon.

      I go back to be silent,

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke
      Agent Locke removed this reply because:
      mbdsjcasjdhjsdhjashdjsah
      19:02, November 9, 2014
      This reply has been removed
    • The Block is cluttered with debris. 

        Loading editor
    • Locke: Okay. Keyes, I need pickup from a Hornet.

      Keyes: Diverting now.

      Locke boards the Hornet.

      Locke: Take me to the Sinoviet tower, and remember to flip your meter.

      (GTG.)

        Loading editor
    • I look at Locke, my helmet depolarizes, my eyebrows raised as if to ask if I did well enough.

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Don't worry, kiddo.  You did fine.  

        Loading editor
    • I grin as my helmet depolarizes, I take my rifle off of my back.

        Loading editor
    • (What type of Warthogs? For transport or with turrets?)

        Loading editor
    • (One for transport and another with a machine gun turret.)

        Loading editor
    • Trent (COM): Bravo, I'm diving to your position.

      The Pelican drops down to street level, dropping off two Warthogs: a transport hog and one with a machine gun turret.

        Loading editor
    • "Which Hog should I get into, sir?" I ask Hartly.

        Loading editor
    • ( Helllooo? )

        Loading editor
    • The Unknown Sanghelli (Vessel) tries to cloak. Nialliv easily mows down the Stealth Sanghelli. Laf looks around a bit, then grabs what is seemingly nothing when the Sanghelli is within his grasp.

        Loading editor
    • I watch as Bravo mounts up into the Hogs, I nod to Kalfinski as we get into the same Hog, whoch happens to be the mounted turret.

      "You ready, Kalfinski?" I ask him.

        Loading editor
    • ( My character needs a nickname )

        Loading editor
    • (g2g)

        Loading editor
    • ( Buh bye )

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: I'll drive the Transport Hog. We're gonna cross that bridge.

        Loading editor
    • Rskde wrote: ( My character needs a nickname )

      (Have him say something funny/stupid. That's how most of the previous characters got their nicknames.)

        Loading editor
    • Whiskey 027 (COM): Bravo, we've got three other Falcons with ODSTs en route to a Covie-filled building, with some kinda comms in there. Problem is, there are six long-range heavy Shades in the vicinity. We can't move any airborne troops through until they're down. ('Night.)

        Loading editor
    • Hartley (COM): On it. (To Bravo) We'll cross the bridge later.

      The Warthogs exit Liberty Street.

        Loading editor
    • (COM). "So what, where are we going?" I ask, my hand clutching the seat of the Warthog as it flies around a corner.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley (COM): We're going to take out some Shades near Obote Avenue.

        Loading editor
    • (COM)"Beautiful, so in other words I'll shove a stick up my ass while you all blow shit up." I say, looking up at one of the Covenant cruisers in orbit.

        Loading editor
    • The two Warthogs come around a corner, and a Covenant Scarab comes into view.

      Hartley: A few Shades, huh?

        Loading editor
    • "Holy shit." I mutter, taking aim at the ship.

      (COM). "How the fuck are we gonna take that out?"

      ( I tried saying something funny Sean, it didn't work )

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: Let it go away. I think it's more interested in crossing that bridge.

        Loading editor
    • ( Hartly and Shrake are in different Warthogs )

      I curse and I put my gun back into the passenger seat's holder.

      "Welp, going to shove that stick up my ass now." I say, my helmet polarizing again.

        Loading editor
    • The Scarab walks away, destroying a building in the process.

        Loading editor
    • (COM) "Sir, what next?" I ask Hartly.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: The Shades.

        Loading editor
    • "Do we even have the firepower for them, sir? I used my charges on that building." I say, jerking my thumb back to where we came from.

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: I'll think of something.

      ('Night)

        Loading editor
    • "Gotcha." I say, cutting the line.

      ( Your leaving? )

        Loading editor
    • (You're going to sleep? Where are you?)

        Loading editor
    • ( No Commando no! )

        Loading editor
    • ( Sean! Do something! )

        Loading editor
    • Locke's Hornet lands, and he starts shooting. After the covies are cleared...

      Locke: Any survivors from Excalibur?

      Markov: Pemberton's blown to hell, Miller took a needle to the head, and Knifer's a prisoner. The rest are hiding by Obote Avenue, getting ready to make a move. 

      Locke: Where's the POW camp?

      Markov: That's what they want to move on. Locke, they need medics and support. And they need it now.

        Loading editor
    • (W-Wha!?  What happened?)

        Loading editor
    • ( Everyone exploded! You need to RP or the world will explode too! )

        Loading editor
    • I climb out of the Hog as it stops, I open fire on a pair of Kig-Yar still trying to register what's going on, I watch Kalfinsky dismount from the same Hog.

        Loading editor
    • MEMBER UPADTE:

      LEADERSHIP:

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Sgt. Philip “Pops” Wieman – Tactics (BCD)
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

      ASSAULT:

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman                   
      • Pvt. Kevin “Cue ball” Cantwell – Rifleman (KIA)                                                    
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance                      
      • Pvt. Antonio Razano – Communications (KIA)                                                      
      • Pvt. Leonard “Cool Hand” Huston – Explosives Specialist (KIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Donehy – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • CPO. Nathan "Knifer" Kres – Knifework (POW)
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher (WIA)
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver (WIA)
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions Expert (KIA, Listed MIA)

      BASE OF FIRE:

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                    
      • Cpl. John “Shrimp” Scampi – Machine Gunner (KIA)
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Pvt. Adam "Mad Hadder" Hadhoud – Spotter (KIA)
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner (KIA, Listed MIA)
      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper/Spotter

      FLIGHT TEAM:

      • 1st LT. Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Radio Operator
      • TSgt. Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      DELTA-6 Operators:

      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner (KIA, Listed MIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Donehy – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • CPO. Nathan "Knifer" Kres – Knifework (POW)
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean -- Breacher (WIA)
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver (WIA)
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions Expert (KIA, Listed MIA)
        Loading editor
    • "Marshmellows! Cover me!" I yell, using Kalfinski's nickname, I dive into cover behind a broken car, I watch the rest of Bravo fan out, a SPANKR rocket flies from a parking garage across the street, slamming into one of the Shades and detonating it.

        Loading editor
    • Locke takes off with Markov on board.

      Locke: Let me know when you see them!

        Loading editor
    • ( Seeeaaaaaannnn )

        Loading editor
    • I get out of my drop pod and find 2 brutes.  I throw a plasma grenade in each hand and they land on the two brute infantry heads.  They blow up.  I request to my mission leader to find out my objective.

        Loading editor
    • (THE WORLD SHALL NOT EXPLODE UNDER THE WATCH OF SEAN!!)

      Kaflinki fires at the Jackals.

      Kaflinski: Alright!  Move up!

        Loading editor
    • ( Thank god! It's Sean! He's here to save us from the silence! )

      I jog up into a building entrance, I signal for Kaflinski to move up with me.

        Loading editor
    • (Silence will fall when the question is asked...;) )

      Kaflinski follows.  A group of Brutes jump down from the stairs inside and charge at the soldiers.

      Kaflinski: (Shoots a Brute) Never seen one of you before!

        Loading editor
    • Meanwhile outside, a Grunt with a fuel rod cannon fires at the house, hitting the main support, the house shakes and caves in, leaving the two Brutes squashed and Shrake, and Kaflinski stranded, but miracously untouched.

      "Oh shit!" I cry out, looking around for a way out.

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Well...this sucks!

      Kaflinski kicks a wall in anger and the building subtly shakes.  One of the Brutes crawls out from under the wreckage, leaving its legs behind.

      Kaflinksi: Ahhhggg...that look's terrible.

      Kaflinski shoots the Brute and the building shakes some more.

      Kaflinski: Maybe we should radio for Trent?  He could bring heavy lifting gear.

        Loading editor
    • I take my helmet off, my eyes wide with panic.

      "Fuck man, I don't even know if our radios'll work in here..." I say, looking up at him.

      I look around and I find my rifle cleaved in half by debris, I unhook my M7 from my side, I check my sides for anything of value that could take out the wall, I come up with a square that say 'Front towards enemy' and a detonator on the back.

      "Holy shit, I forgot about this." I say, looking at it

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Woaah!  Careful with that!  You place it wrong and the whole structure'll collapse.  Let's find a good spot for it, alright?

      Kaflinski turns on his helmet's flashlight.  A trapdoor is built into the floor.  Or a sewer gate.

      Kaflinski: Like here.  If we can't go straight out, we'll head down.  Prime that charge, kid.  We're getting out.

        Loading editor
    • "Stop calling me that..." I mumble. 

      I put my helmet back on and the visor polarizes.

      "I'll place the charge towards the gate, and then were both gonna jump away from it." I tell him, placing it and twisting the detonator, a red FIVE appears on the holo screen, I jump away from it, curling up into a ball with my back away from the charge for better protection.

        Loading editor
    • The charge blows, and the building moans and creaks with strain.

      Kaflinski: Uh-oh...

      A large piece of the ceiling falls down.

      Kaflinski: Go-go-go-go!  Get down there!

        Loading editor
    • I jump down, a piece of polycrete hits my helmet on the way down, cracking it. I hit the bottom of the sewer with a groan, my hands holding my helmet.

      "Fuck man." I say, trying to sit up, which doesn't happen until I brace myself against a wall. I look to my left and I see a man holding a M6G Magnum straight at me, the Innsurection symbol bright on his shoulder.

      "Move and your friend dies." He says as Kaflinski get's down.

      "I have a simple request for you gentlemen." He says, looking at my polarized visor.

        Loading editor
    • Nikolai gets on his radio and gets only static.  He looks up and sees a phantom flying above him.  It gets shot down by a few scorpian shots.  

      Nikolai finds a building so he can get a birds eye view of the situation.  He walks into the lobby and trys the elevator.  It is out of order and at that moment a hunter releases a shot.  Nikolai's hologram dies and Nikolai comes up behind the hunter and boards him.  He stuffs a few packets of C-7 in the hunters body and then gets off.  He stands perfectly still as the hunter charges his fuel rod.  Nikolai gets out his detonator and triggers the explosion.  The hunter falls to the ground.  

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinksi: Woah. Alright.  No need to get all dramatic.  Just calm down.  You don't need that gun, just put it down, alright?

        Loading editor
    • He just shakes his head.

      "I'm not putting the gun down, I know who you both are, I've read the fuckin' files." He says, he motions to Kaflinski's Bravo Team patch.

      "I need you both to do something for me, get my family out of the city." He says, motioning back to a young woman and a little boy, around the age of 8.

      ( Shrake ) I look at Kaflinski, my visor depolarizes, an expression of confusion and fear spread across it.

        Loading editor
    • ( This is silly, on my phone I can't respond to this forum post, so when I go to bed I can't respond to anything )

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Look.  I'm sure you want to get out of here.  We do too.  But we're soldiers, not police.  We head into danger, you come with us you're more at risk.  T-t-there's a tram station being used as an...uhh..emergency evac route just Ea-North of here.  You can use that...I think.

      This lie obviously did not phase the man.

      Kaflinski: Alright.  Fine.  Come with us, we'll get you out.

        Loading editor
    • The man puts his hand on the child's shoulder before disappearing back into the dark sewer.

      The family looks at us, I get myself off of the wall and I look at Kaflinski.

      "Bro, were not a day care center and I don't wanna be escortin' fuckin' Innies.." I say to him, motioning to the two people in front of us.

        Loading editor
    • The hunter's bond brother heard the explosion and starts to charge Nikolai.  Nikolai doesn't want to use the rest of his explosives, so he runs to the elevator and uses his engery sword to carve a big hole in the door.  Just as he turns around he sees a hunter's shield almost in his face.  He uses his spartan lll reflexes to move and the hunter follows through with his attack.  The hunter falls down the elevator shaft.  Nikolai regains his compositoin and he watches the Hunter's green blood glow at the bottom of the elevator.

      Nikolai "He isn't going anywere."

      Nikolai turns around and releases a sigh as he looks at the thousands of steps he has to go up to get to the top.  

      "No time to waste.  I need to link up with those scorpians.  Just then grunts 19 stories above lose communication with the hunter team and assume that they are dead.  They whip out grenades and charge down the stairs. 

      (No time.  Will resume tomorrow.)

        Loading editor
    • (Do you have that problem where you tap the "New Post" thing and nothing happens?)

      Kaflinski: Well, we're not leavin them here.  What'll happen if we do?  The Covies'll get 'em, or the Glassing.  Or if ONI finds them...Damnit, there's a fuckin 8 year old child over there!   Don't know about you, but I don't think 8 years is long enough.

        Loading editor
    • "Fuck!" I spit out, kicking the wall.

      "Alright... Alright! We'll take'em as far as the fuckin' street level, and then we leave'em to the police or somethin'." I tell him, looking over at the two people.

      I pick up my SMG and I motion for the kid and his mom to follow.

      ( No, I can type but when I hit Reply nothing happens, it also say's Loading Editor constantly )

        Loading editor
    • (Oh, that's wierd.  Did you try turning the screen sideways?)

      Kaflinski: Next step is getting out.  Look for sunlight.

      A blue glimmer strides down one of the tunnels.

      Kaflinski: Like that.

      He moves closer, than immediatley backs up.

      Kaflinski: Nonono!  Not like that!  Covie torch!

        Loading editor
    • While I am in the battle for earth two sangheili (two minors and one major) gun down two of five marines. Another marine is gunned down plus a sangheili minor is finished off by a frag grenade. I duck behind cover. I then run towards their flanks and find two marines infront of me tring to do the same thing. I pull out my plasma rifle dodge their shots then gun them both down. Then I ambush the last two marines  decapitating one then I leap in the air and slash the other in half. Then I say "Keep moving."

        Loading editor
    • ( Yeah, I'll try to use the Google app instead of Safari )

      "Shit." I say, aiming towards the light.

      "More bad news, I downloaded a map of this sewer system on to my HUD using local telephone lines, took fuckin' ages too, but anyway, there's no way were gettin' back to Bravo until tomorrow, these sewers lead towards two places that are like, five kilo's from our last position." I tell him, I fire a burst down the sewer, a Grunt cries out, and the torch drops to the ground, making an audible splash against the sewage.

        Loading editor
    • ( Well, time to test, BRB )

        Loading editor
    • (Byeee)

        Loading editor
    • Kres steps out and knocks the man out.

      Kres: Trouble?

      Kaflinski: Evac'ing kids.

      Brian: Go! Go! Go!

      The wall caves in as the survivors of Excalibur burst in.

      Dean: Kres, Shrake. Who's the innie?

      Kaflinski: Jacob Morgan. Innie HIGHCOM. Million-cR bonus for all of Bravo. We're taking him in and evacuating the others.

      Markov: Clear! Oh. It's you. Who's the Innie?

      Kaflinski: For fuck's sake...

        Loading editor
    • Nikolai runs up the stairs just as he gets to the grunts he flickers and goes out, but the grunts had already primed their grenades and they all explode.  The real Nikolai goes up the stairs and gets ready for the long hull.  

        Loading editor
    • MEMBER UPADTE:

      LEADERSHIP(4):

      • Lt. Brian Hartley – Commander
      • Lt. Jameson Locke- Intelligence/ONI Liason                                                        
      • LCpl. Garth Chyenka – Co-commander                                                        
      • Sgt. Philip “Pops” Wieman – Tactics (BCD)
      • Spc. Sasuun 'Ghrtam -- Covenant Specialist

      ASSAULT(9):

      • Cpl. Brad Michaels – Commander
      • 2nd LT. DAB-101 -- All purpose Spartan                                                   
      • Pfc. Arek “Marshmallows” Kaflinski – Close-Quarters Specialist
      • Pfc. Ryan Shrake - Rifleman                   
      • Pvt. Kevin “Cue ball” Cantwell – Rifleman (KIA)                                                    
      • Pvt. Jack “the Ripper” Brace – Medical Assistance                      
      • Pvt. Antonio Razano – Communications (KIA)                                                      
      • Pvt. Leonard “Cool Hand” Huston – Explosives Specialist (KIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Doheny – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • CPO. Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Knifework
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver (WIA)
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions Expert (KBA, Listed MIA)

      BASE OF FIRE(3):

      • Cpl. Yankel “Beckel” Beck – Ammo-Bearer                                                     
      • Cpl. John “Shrimp” Scampi – Machine Gunner (KIA)
      • Pvt. Joseph “Marvin the Martian” Martin – Assistant Gunner
      • Pvt. Adam "Mad Hadder" Hadhoud – Spotter (KIA)
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner (KIA, Listed MIA)
      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper/Spotter

      FLIGHT TEAM(4):

      • 1st LT. Trent Pietersen -- Pilot
      • 2nd LT. Emma Pickering -- Copilot
      • TSgt. Robert Elder -- Radio Operator
      • TSgt. Eric Fletcher -- Flight Engineer

      DELTA-6 Operators:

      • SSgt. Jennifer "Marker" Markov -- Sniper
      • Spc. Jackson "Jumping Jacks" Miller -- Machine Gunner (KIA, Listed MIA)
      • GySgt. Brian Donehy – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • Cpl. Nathan "Knifer" Kres -- Knifework
      • Cpl. James "Games" Dean – Small Force Tactics (WIA)
      • SSgt. Theodore "Teddy Bear" Wong -- Driver (WIA)
      • TSgt. Lawrence "Law" Pemberton -- Demolitions Expert (KBA, Listed MIA)

      Objectives:

      • Evacuate civillians
      • Turn in High-Rank Innie
      • Regroup at In Amber Clad

      Survivors: 20(ONI to UNSC=3.33:1)

      (Miller could have survived the needle round...)

        Loading editor
    • (Thanks)

        Loading editor
    • ( Gasp, it works! )

      "Wait, I thought you all exploded in that Warthog, what happened?" I ask, confused.

        Loading editor
    • (What?! Excalibur's alive? sigh...)

        Loading editor
    • ( Yep )

        Loading editor
    • Commando Trooper wrote:
      (What?! Excalibur's alive? sigh...)

      (With Casualties. the ratio of ONI to normal is 3.5:1 now. Acceptable?)

        Loading editor
    • (So for every ONI member of which there are 6, there are 3.33 plain UNSC. Fair?)

        Loading editor
    • Brian: Well, the mortar hit behind us. Pemberton's "Boom Bag" went off, and the warthog flipped into a ditch. Everyone didn't have a working rifle. Then a mop-up squad came. Killed Miller with a needle to the leg in an artery, so he might bleed out. Kres fought, but they got him prisoner. Teddy Bear used his M7 to push them back so we could run for it, while we supported with sidearms. Then we all ran, found the POW camp, and this.

      Locke: That's about it.

        Loading editor
    • (So only two died? sigh...)

        Loading editor
    • Whiskey 027 (COM): Bravo team, I need those shades down now! We can't wait any longer!

        Loading editor
    • Shrake: Sounds like HIGHCOM's gettin' pissed.

      Shrake looks over the the two civlians and sighs, still aiming down the sewer.

      ( Two things, High value Innie got away, and Miller could not survive a NEEDLE to the artery for one reason, on impact it starts to glow, and then explode, sending miroshrapnel deep into muscle and tissue as to kill, or heavily damage as in beyond recovery, the victim. )

        Loading editor
    • (Also, Locke, Martin's dead. He got killed by the Flood on Installation 04.)


      Hartley (COM): Roger, Whiskey.

      Hartley looks at the rest of Bravo.

      Hartley: Where the hell's Kaflinsky? And Shrake?

        Loading editor
    • Shrake: Lieutenant Locke, how are we gonna get out of here?

      Shrake looks around, nervously.

        Loading editor
    • (Martin's alive.  Huston was killed by flood.)

      Kaflisnki: And what about the innies?

        Loading editor
    • (Quote from a A Sixth Battle:

      "One of the Combat Forms manages to hit Martin with its tentacle, completely tearing him apart.")

        Loading editor
    • Shrake: Fuck it, Kaflinski, let's go.

      Shrake stands and walks down the sewers, the two Innies follow him.

        Loading editor
    • ( Sean! The silence is taking over again )

        Loading editor
    • Whiskey 028: Dammit Bravo, I can't wait any longer! These troopers need to get to their rendezvous now!

      The Falcon moves forward, around a tower, and is instantly fired upon by heavy shades. The remaining Falcons, and those members of Bravo  on the ground, watch as the Falcon is hit and falls out of the sky, crashing into the ground not far from Bravo.

      Whiskey 027: Son of a bitch, I can't watch this...

      ODST of W-028 (COM): Shit... Bravo, a few of us made it. Once those Shades are down, we'll call for an evac bird. Shades are priority one.

      (Night.)

        Loading editor
    • Hartley (COM): Don't worry, we'll take 'em down.

        Loading editor
    • Shrake: Kaflinski, we gotta get moving into the sewers.

      Shrake motions for Kaflinski to follow him.

        Loading editor
    • The Unknown sanghelli kicks Laf' and falls off of the Phantom. "Bah! Get him, children!" Trol nods. Nialliv grunts and walks into the interior as the crew prepare to land.

        Loading editor
    • ( Sean get the fuck back on, I need you D: )

        Loading editor
    • Hartley: C'mon, follow me.

      Bravo enters a building.

      Hartley: There they are! In the courtyard!

      Hartley throws a grenade at the Shades.

      Hartley: Take cover!

      The Shades fire at Bravo, and Michaels fires his rocket launcher.

      Hartley: One more!

        Loading editor
    • (I'm back. )

      Kaflinski follows.

        Loading editor
    • Shrake: Like I said, were not gonna be meeting with Bravo anytime soon.

      Shrake turns on his helmet flashlight, they walk past the corpses of the Covenant with the covvie-torches.

        Loading editor
    • ( Sean keeps exploding )

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Damn.  The little monkey-ones smell like shit.  Seriously, through my helmet and I can still smell 'em, Jeez.

        Loading editor
    • Shrake laughs, the Innies look extremelly nervous.

      Shrake: There's an exit ahead, but not for us, should we turn the Civvie's loose?

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski: Alright.  Let 'em go.

      (Just noticed.  You changed from writing format to script format.  Found out it was quicker?)

        Loading editor
    • Shrake motions for them to run ahead, they disappear into the exit.

      Shrake: Let's keep moving, another four kilometers to go.

      ( Well, I was thinking about incorporating another character soon, and I didn't wanna be an outcast )

        Loading editor
    • Locke shoots the high-rank in the back of the head.

      Locke: Now you can.

      Kaflinski: What the hell was that!

      Locke: Me killing an Innie.

        Loading editor
    • ( The high rank was never with us )

        Loading editor
    • Agent Locke wrote:
      Kres steps out and knocks the man out.

      Kres: Trouble?

      Kaflinski: Evac'ing kids.

      Brian: Go! Go! Go!

      The wall caves in as the survivors of Excalibur burst in.

      Dean: Kres, Shrake. Who's the innie?

      Kaflinski: Jacob Morgan. Innie HIGHCOM. Million-cR bonus for all of Bravo. We're taking him in and evacuating the others.

      Markov: Clear! Oh. It's you. Who's the Innie?

      Kaflinski: For fuck's sake...

      (What part of we're taking him in says he is not with us?)

        Loading editor
    • Rskde wrote:
      The man puts his hand on the child's shoulder before disappearing back into the dark sewer.



      ( That )

        Loading editor
    • (And that was far before the post in which Excalibur comes in.)

        Loading editor
    • ( Danke, Sean )

      Shrake waves at the Civilians as they run out.

        Loading editor
    • ( Continue rp plz )

        Loading editor
    • (Sie sind willkommen, Kumpel)

      Kaflinski: Now to find Hartley and the others...

        Loading editor
    • ( Fick das ist nein gut )

      Shrake: Like I said man, were fuckin' four kilo's from the closest exit on UNSC grounds, were behind enemy line's right now, so we have to take that long ass way, grab a Hog or somethin' and then meet up with Bravo, unfortunately.

        Loading editor
    • ( Danke, Kumpel )

        Loading editor
    • (Enough Deutsche, let's head back to the Queen's tongue. )

      Kaflinksi: I see a HuCiv Ocelot over there.  We can all fit in.  Well, most of us.

        Loading editor
    • Shrake looks at him, confused.

      Shrake: The hell is that?

        Loading editor
    • (I should make a blog post.  I made a massive amount of custom halo cars in Google Sketchup.  Ocelot's a favorite of mine.)

      Kaflinski: The sedan over there.  We steal it.

        Loading editor
    • ( You should )

      Shrake: What the fuck is a sedan doing in a sewer system?

      Shrake look's at the vehicle, still abnormally confused

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinski points to the gaping hole in tunnel, from which the street can be seen.

      Kaflinski: We'll have to free-climb out.  I'd say it's 20 feet up.

        Loading editor
    • Shrake sighs, looking at Kaflinski

      Shrake: I'm afraid of heights, which is why I freaked out on that fuckin' HALO jump.

        Loading editor
    • ( Oh my god, freaking firefight while driving, sticking guns out of the windows )

        Loading editor
    • (Cool!  I think...)

        Loading editor
    • ( Yeah, it will be, you just wait )

        Loading editor
    • ( In the meantime, it would be nice to keep Roleplay to a maxiumus )

        Loading editor
    • Kaflinsi climbs out of the tunnel, and reaches his hand down.

      Kaflinski: Need a hand there...Kid?

        Loading editor
    • Shrake jumps up and grabs his hand.

      Shrake: Jesus Kaflinski, if your going to call me that I might as well get a fuckin' name change or somethin'

      Shrake chuckles a little bit and lets out a sigh of relief once they reach the top.

        Loading editor