The Official 405th Rp 2!

[Fenix Chief]

Mark walked into The bunker, revealing another door. "An Air-Lock.", said Siegfried. Mark saw another console. He pressed it, then the Grate Door was covered by a Steel Door that came from the floor behind him, then the door in front of him Opened, revealing a Lit Hallway. Mark walked down the Hall, the Walls were Grates covering a Dark Grey Metal. Mark started to shiver. After walking 8 Meters, he saw a circle in the Floor, the Looked up then Left at a Console on a Wall that was not covered in Grating. "It's a Lift," said Siegfried, "That must Be how they Get down from the Grate Halls." "Lets see where this thing leads.", said Mark. He Touched the Console, and A Curving wall surrounded him. After the Curving walls were Locked, a Cover pulled out of The wall and the top. It was dark in the elevator, then a Light flooded it from the Top Cover, then the Elevator went down. As it went down, Siegfried said "Contact On the Bottom Floor, Be ready."
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The elevator reached the Bottom, and the door opened. Mark saw in front of Him an Armory, but it was a huge room, with rows and rows of Shelves of Weapons and armor in them. In the Middle of the scene at the end of the room was a Huge Rounded stage with Stairs on each side. And there were Squids. Lots of them. Mark didn't say anything, he just Pulled out his Assault Rifle and Shot. Squid after Squid fell down. After half of the ammo ran out, Mark Pulled out His Machete and charged at the Crowd, yelling at the top of his Lungs. After the Battle of Reach, Mark learned The Art of Japanese Ninjitsu, where he learned to master the Blade, the Knife, the Combat, The Acrobatics, the Agility, and the Shadows. Mark used his Mastery of the Blade with His Machete Stabbing, Slicing, Cutting, Chopping, and Mauling every enemy in sight. Not long after that, every Squid in the Room was dead. Mark heard a Lift Rising, he Looked at the End Of the Room, and A Giant Object Appeared. The Object was a Giant Squid in a Giant Mech Suit. It had 3 Binds on its arms and legs, Instead of One. One of it's Prosthetic Hands was a Giant Machine Gun, and the Other Hand was a Giant Claw. The Suit was Insanely Armored, covering part of its Legs. And Finally. the Mask and Tank were there, But it was Huge, Chugging thousands of Gallons of Malach. Mark was shocked, but stood his Ground. He Pulled the Machine Gun turret off the Hooks on his Back, and continuously shot it. The Bullets simply Bounced off the Squid, Injuring Mark with some of his own Bullets. Then the Hulking Squid put up his Gigantic Machine Gun arm and Shot Mark. Mark's Shields went down, the depleted. Then he Blacked Out.
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Mark heard voices. Human Voices. Then Heard some Bleeps. Then a Quick flash of white light went across his vision. Then another. Then he saw Figures in his Vision. Humans. They were franticly doing something.
"His Vitals are going down!", he heard someone shout.
"Keep trying!", said another voice.
"C'mon, stay with me!"
"There's hardly any chance!"
"Doubt that!"
"Blood Pressure's High!
"Blood! Get a towel, stat!"
Mark then Heard a Long Beep.
"God, No! Clear!"
There was a long Jolt, then Mark screamed at the Top of his Lungs until they hurt. Then everything went Black.

 

[PhantomSG13]

Gabriel just sighed internally and his shoulders dropped slightly as a pair of the Conqueror’s limited MP crew brought in another trio of wounded; his thick brown hair still seemed well kept and the white lab coat shifted slightly as Gabriel went to see who his next patients would be. Two crewmen and one ODST soldier.

“Here you go doc, about two dozen of them got into it.” One of the MPs said as he escorted the ODST member to one of the few available beds located in the infirmary. “Apparently the crew made some discouraging comments towards our trooper here and his group of friends. They all got pretty banged up, but this guy caught a plasma torch to the side of the head, he hasn’t been making a lot of sense since then according to his buddies.”
The MP walked back to his partner who had gotten the two crewman to beds and they were both about to leave, the thought of having to go back to crowd control was not a very desirable prospect to the extremely overworked police force. “And as for those two, they both say that they need medical attention.” With a sigh the two MP left the newest wounded for Dr. Grant to care for.

It was nice working with a small group of assistance on one hand, because they didn’t need to be told what to do, and such was the case as the pair of nurses started hooking up the ODST soldier to all the monitoring equipment and making notes of his vitals, rank, name and all other pertinent information that might be needed. On the other hand, it flat out sucked because there were far too few hands and far too much work.
“Please get me a cranial scan, two blood thinners at ten cc’s and one adrenalin push on standby.” Gabriel asked his lead nurse without taking his eyes off the drop trooper.
“Yes doctor.” The nurse replied as much out of habit as anything else and went off to get the medications while the other nurse worked on the brain stand.
“So son, how are you feeling?” Dr. Grant asked in as interested a tone as he could muster after the beat down of the day.
“I’m fine doc, they just got a punch lucky in on me.” The ODST replied blankly looking up at the ceiling.
“Do you know where you are” Gabriel took a moment to pause and look at the soldier’s tags “Private Henderson?”
“Yeah, I’m on the. . . .I mean, yeah, B deck sir.” Henderson replied, his speech slightly slurring.
Dr. Grant rolled his eyes and felt the private’s pulse on his wrist and listened to his breath sounds through his stethoscope while he mulled over the information mentally. There was no B deck on the Conqueror for one thing, let alone this deck or the one he was found on. “So, can you tell me your name? Where were you headed when you got into your fight?”
“Henderson sir, apprentice grade two, and I were on my way, heading, going to drill sergeant.” The private replied, his eyes seeming to glass over even more as well as the faintest signs of discoloration around his eyes were starting to form.
“Your scan sir” the nurse handed Gabriel the pad with the 3d imaging on it.
Dr. Grant moved his finger across the screen, rotated the image and looked at the important layers he needed to see after looking at the three dimensional model; result, heavy swelling and bruising on his occipital lobe. Dr. Grant pushed the first dose of blood thinner into his patient’s vain; the wound would have been very bad if left untreated, but as it stood not too dangerous. “Please get another scan in one minute.” Gabriel asked as he pulled the medical cart a little closer to himself. Setting the monitoring computer with his customized settings for warnings and alarms and set the machine to watch over the ODST member.
“Uploading the new scan now to your pad doctor.” The nurse announced as she sent the data.
“Thank you.” Gabriel said, looking at the new data, the large bruise seemed to be thinning out already, there were no signs of bleeding out and the pressure inside the soldier’s skull was dropping. “You can give him the adrenalin now, give him the second thinner in five minutes and one collagen dose and one anti-inflammatory as well.” Dr. Grant made all the required punches on his pad to allow the staff to access those drugs from the cart and it also updated the monitor to recognize the new substances that would be entering the blood monitor. “And please give him some trihexium to help him relax.”

With another soft internal sigh Gabriel turned and was about to give attention to the two crewmen that had come in, all truth be told too, he saw more crew than marines or ODST. The soldiers didn’t really like doctors treating them, maybe it was pride, maybe it was a blood bond with the rest of their squad mates, or they just didn’t know better; but for whatever reason the soldiers always likes being treated by their own medics instead, never do they willingly come to the infirmary. Gabriel supposed that was a blessing and a curse, they didn’t have room for all the injured, but at the same time they could be doing serious harm; such as private Henderson, who would have been dead after another hour untreated and there was nothing those medics carried that could have kept him from being a brain dead vegetable
‘Oh well, on to the next.’ Gabriel thought to himself, resetting himself internally for the next diagnosis for his next patient.

 

[Fenix Chief]

Mark slowly and Sluggishly woke up, feeling as if he was paralyzed with a Horrid Disease. The First thing he saw was a Gun Metal Ceiling. He pulled himself up, and then he noticed his armor was off. Instead, he wore a Baggy White Shirt and White Shorts. He turned and Saw Dark Bars across a Scene of a Purple Hallway with a Hologram of a Loyalist Ship. Mark then Realized he was in a Loyalist Jail Cell. Then the first thing he thought was simple: Siegfried.

 

[Fenix Chief]

Mark was worried to stone. He shouted, "Siegfried!!!" in hopes of finding him. 1 second Later, he heard a Voice in his Head. "In here Numbskull." Siegfried was safe, he was in The A.I. Slot in Marks Neural Implants, the Squids didn't notice him. "Thank God," said Mark. "I thought they Took you."
"Luckily, they didn't notice the back of your head after they stripped you of armor. I could only see them take off the Helmet, because you know, Us A.I.'s can connect to your armor, and we see through your Vision."
"Did you just Keep cool while I was out?"
"You're going to love This. I was able to connect into the Ships mainframe wirelessly and Found Out a Couple things. First Off, I got you a Ticket Route to the Core. Second, I pinpointed your Armor. And Third, I unlocked all doors, turned off all security systems, and all alarms are terminated."
"Siegfried, what could I do with out you.", said Mark.

 

[Assassin716]

'I think we have waited long enough Kayln..., Initiate Morning Call. Wake them all up, this mission is ready to begin.' I ordered.

'Yes, ma'am...Morning Call Initiated.' Kayln responded.

Klaxons when off all around the ship, including every other ship in the sector. Every soldier, filing out every room, mess hall, showers, and barracks. All gearing up for what they were initially waiting for. The soft pounding of boots was heard through out the ship as each squad reported to its debriefing area. Training simulations went offline, ensigns, captains, commanders all woke up and reported to their stations on the bridge. Deferian was ultimately waiting for Valstaff to arrive on deck before continuing the debriefing, but he hadn't arrived yet.

I looked to the east entrance of the bridge and found General Akalar and his personal retinue walking in. He was strong willed soldier, if anyone could pull off the insane it would be him. Kayln appeared next to the General, taking in a liking to him. Ben reassimilated next to me. Just as Valstaff walked through the main bridge entrance.

'Alright Kayln, full broadcast!' I ordered.

The holo-projectors flickered on one at a time throughout the bridge, linking with every ship in the system. Each captain, commander, sergeant, squad, pilot, and spartan was now listening in.

'I look at what we have become over these past years, in fighting the covenant. We have grown stronger, adapted, became smarter. And now we have come to this, my fellow soldiers of the UNSC we are making a statement...THAT WE WILL FIGHT TOO SURVIVE AND TAKE DOWN ANY WHO TRY TO STOP US. That is why this will be the largest recorded retaliation against the Loyalist Covenant bastards.' I said. I touched a keypad in front of me pulling up files, and data sheets, as well as maps.
'Battlegroup Manifestation will lead the strike force against the Covenant Security Armada, it is up to the Battlegroup Rising Dawn to follow in short, capturing the Covenant Ship Yards. Spartan groups will assist in the capture of these facilities and once complete will aid in ground combat. Once the ship yards are captured four ships of the Rising Dawn Battlegroup will use slipspace tethers to relocate the facilities to an ONI facility.' she said.

A holographic image appeared in front of me, and made gentle indications as where the Battlegroups would move to. 'Manifestation will continue to push forward allowing Pelicans and drops to be made at synchronized-orbit. Three steps will be made here...clear landing zones, set up bases, regroup. Then we move out, our main objective here is the compound element we have identified as Ziliconium V, and extremely powerful mineral that can make or break this war. We will confiscate the mineral and destroy their factories, slowing their advancement. This under classified Operation Jericho's surprise, the slipspace coordinates are being locked in by Kayln for Trifecta, the Loyalist Forge World. Time until destination is twenty-four hours. I would suggest all teams pull their files for their objectives and time of drops. We are the UNSC and we will give'em hell.' I finished, and over the bridge "OHH RAH" was yelled, and echoed through the holo-uplinks.

 

[church 957]

Back in the Conquers training armoury Ryan lifted the trophy and cheered, echoed by the rest of Delta Company’s sniper platoon. He was now top gun out of all the snipers in the regiment. The trophy he had been handed by the company CO consisted of a silvery white Special Forces helmet of a covenant elite, attached by a short metal spike to a wood block base. The helm had been punctured by a single round from an S2AM sniper rifle, fired by an ODST during the regiment’s first combat action, and it had been around for as long as anyone could remember.

“Where the hell have you been?” Ryan shouted, seeing Frank hobbling towards him.
“Don’t start mate” He said, grimacing in pain.
“Fell off a bloody roof.” Ryan instantly burst out laughing.
“How?” he said, stifling the giggles just long enough to ask the question.
“It’s not funny” Frank said, smiling slightly.
“It is a bit” Ryan giggled.
“No it aint, the hunter team was chasing me so I went high, tripped on a lose brick and fell. Landed flat on my back”
“How’s it feel?”
“Painful”
“You should go to sickbay” Ryan commented, his voice betraying some slight concern.
“Nah it’ll be alright, the corpsmen will patch me up.”

A young ODST private came up to the pair, interrupting their convocation.
“Lance corporal Ryan?” He asked.
“Yeah?” Ryan answered quizzically.
“Message for you” the private said handing over the single typed sheet. “Oh and congrats on the top gun by the way”
“Cheers” Ryan said and the private walked away.
He read the sheet and blew an annoyed sigh out of his nostrils.

TO LCPL Ryan, D.COMPANY, 7 PLATOON, 91st AIRBORNE DIV.

You are ordered to report immediately to Delta Company SGT.MAJOR Vasquez, without delay. Any action other than this will be considered insubordination and will be treated as such.

Ryan eyed the message with disgust.
“What’s that?” asked frank, the pain still obvious in his face.
“Vasquez wants to see me” he replied, screwing up the letter and throwing it away.
“Looks like he found out about your disagreement with the marines before we jumped”
“Yeah probably, anyways you should go to sickbay corpsmen aren’t trained for spinal injuries. Come on I’ll take you”
“What about Vasquez?”
“F**k him, I just made top gun so as far as I care he can shove it. Besides it’ll only be more of the usual disciplinary s**t anyway.”

Ryan helped Frank to the sickbay, contemplating how he was going to play it in the sgt.majors office. Any more disciplinary action he thought and I’ll be spending a lot more time getting to know that navy guard in the brig. He handed Frank over to the doctor.
“See you later” Frank said “and don’t let him get to you.”

5 minutes later Ryan entered the office of the sgt.maj.
“Ah, Ryan” he said, smiling sadistically as Ryan entered. “Stand at attention”
Ryan snapped to attention.
“You’ve had it this time” Vasquez said, still smiling. “Assault on 3 marines, leaving them with serious injuries. One was a sergeant, did you know that?”
Ryan stayed silent.
“You’re going to jail this time boy and not corporal Collins, the company commander or anyone else is going to stop me getting to enjoy watching you crash and burn”
Ryan heard Franks voice echoing inside his head. Don’t let him get to you. Bol*ocks. If I’m going down then I’m going to sort this bastard before I do. The door opened behind him and Vasquez stiffened in front of him. Ryan turned to see the regiment CO stride through the door.
“Lance corporal!” the CO exclaimed seeing him “I was hoping I could find you here I just heard, congratulations on the top gun.”
“Thank you sir” Ryan said, bewildered at how the CO knew who he was.
“Sir” Vasquez interjected “Ryan is here so that he can be arrested for court marshal regarding the assault of 3 marines…”
“Oh I heard about that” the CO cut in “all soldiers get into fights once in a while, the charges have been dropped.”
“But sir!” Vasquez exclaimed. The CO leaned close to him and whispered, just loud enough for Ryan to hear.
“I’ve just received orders that my boys go on operations in 24 hours and I’m not going to have their morale F**ked up by you, you stupid pr**k” Vasquez stood routed to the spot and Ryan finally understood what was going on. He was being spared in order to save the morale of the regiment.
“You can go now corporal, be at your company CP in 20 minutes for a briefing on your mission”
“Yes sir” Ryan said and walked off down the hall, utterly bewildered at what had just happened.

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“Oo-rah” Andrews whispered, standing on the bridge of the conqueror.
“Orders received” said Adria.
“On my holo pad please”

TO: CAPTAIN ANDREWS, CO UNSC conqueror
FROM: ADMIRAL DEFERIAN, OFFICER COMMANDING OPERATION: JERICHO’S SURPRISE
OPERATIONAL ORDERS:
UNSC conqueror will jump into system and launch 108th tactical fighter wing for fleet support, retaining one squadron for close defence.
You will go into orbit around Trifecta and drop the 91st airborne onto pre-approved DZ’s in deferent locations. After drop is complete move to rear flanking position of UNSC INCARNATE and provide carrier support.

Intelligence related to the operation is attached.

“Alright boys and girls you know what to do” the crew instantly got to work readying the ship for combat and Andrews sank into his command chair.
“Nelson get to work on the drop solutions, Adria ready the ship”
“Aye sir” came the 2 disembodied voices. Andrews watched the crew ready the ship and imagined the battle ahead. I love this job he thought to himself.

 

[LastSpartan]

Fred received the wake-up call, broadcasted on FLEETCOM 7. He finished his coffe and stood near his holoprojector.

"Horus, contact IA Kayln and inform them that the Fire at Will is ready for combat. [Switching to his own ship's com] Everyone, get some sleep, we're jumping soon. Make sure that every weapon, VEBH and pelicans are ready. Bridge, out."

Fred pressed the button to give his ship's jumping controls to Kayln.

"Good luck everyone, we'll win this one..." he said to himself.

 

[PhantomSG13]

“and don’t let him get to you.” By the time Frank turned back around, painfully slow, one of
the nurses was already escorting him towards the examination table.
“This way please.” She asked, not at all understanding why she and the rest of the medical staff here in sickbay had to patch up every rough neck, jarhead, and gun wielding corp jock who thought it would be fun to spend the last 24 hours shooting hell out of each other. “Please get onto the table and lay on your back.”Frank took off his shirt before getting onto the table, leaving his fatigues and under shirt all that remained on his body. Collins was moving even slower now than he was when he had been escorted into sickbay. Frank grimaced a little as he settled onto his back, painfully, and held as still as he could; even try not to breath.
"Alright," Dr. Grant looked at his small hand held pad to look at the gathered information on Frank "Corporal Collins, how'd this all happen to you?" Gabriel asked, although most of the information he was about to receive didn't matter; mostly he just asked because of a tradition as old as medicine itself, bedside manner that is.
"Well doc. . .ugh. ." Corporal Collins cringed again as Gabriel pressed slightly on his ribcage and collarbone. "I was in the combat simulator, we were up against Able Company, and I tried to loose them and ended up falling off the roof of one of the buildings."
"Do you know how far you fell Corporal, roughly?" Dr. Grant cocked an eyebrow slightly in a perturbed manner, seeing that the Corporal was so tender to pressure. He used his stethoscope to get some breath sounds as Frank answered.
"Oh, I'd say close to ten feet if I had to." Although Frank was much more relaxed now, since no one was putting pressure on him, his speech was getting a little slower and slightly less crisp.
"And what part of your body did you land on first?" Dr. Grant asked next, using his medical pad to get a dermal and core temperature on the soldier.
"Square on my back, I think I even bounced when I hit." Frank replied.
"Please run a level two scan on him, and immobilize C-spine for me." Gabriel asked. At his request one nurse began typing into the multi-wave length scanning controls to get a more detailed look at the patient's insides, while the other brought over two foam looking bricks. Twisting one brick and than the other the two crackled and popped for a moment as the two separated fluids within the micro bubbles interacted with one another, the chemical reaction made the two foam bricks almost entirely malleable; giving next to no resistance to pressure. The nurse slipped one along either side of Frank's head until they went about 5 inches down his shoulder; while still being kept tight to his head.
"Scanning" The second nurse said, and Frank could feel just a slight tingle run all over his body; hairs just standing a little more on end. "Results are ready for you to access Doctor."Gabriel tapped his pad and the detailed scan of Corporal Collin's bones came up, and it was just what he thought. Gabriel looked up from his pad just as the second nurse took her hands off of the foam bricks; they were a wonderful invention because now both were hard as rock and would keep Frank from turning his head one way or the other. "Corporal, you have multiple hairline fractures in your hip, basically a solid contusion up your spinal column, it looks like you bruised half of your ribs,” Gabriel tapped the end of his stylus for the medical pad and held it about 4 feet in front of Frank’s face. “Follow the light with your eyes please.” Gabriel moved the light up and down, left and right, and finally tested Frank’s pupil reaction time. “And it looks like you have at least a mild concussion.” Gabriel finished as he put his stylus back into the pad.
“Jeeze Doc, give it to me straight why don’t ya?” Frank managed a chuckle, only able to look up at the ceiling lights now that his head was immobilized. “I didn’t think that it was that bad.”
“You’ve got dopamines and adrenaline to thank for that, and the fact that you’re in as good a shape as you are. You’re coming down off of them both right now, and the lactic acid buildup along your lumbar and thoracic regions are about to make you as stiff as a board.” Dr. Grant replied, sighing slightly under his breath as he punched up orders on the medical pad he carried, a list of medications, notes, and settings for the monitor. “Normally, I would put you on the unfit for action list, bed rest, and possibly even a biofoam splint,” Gabriel paused “However, Captain Andrews as well as fleet command have sent multiple messages to me and my staff to make sure every single person we have is ready for duty.”
Frank was still trying to wrap his dazed head around everything that was going on when he heard Dr. Grant tell the nurses to get him ready for surgery. “What do you mean surgery doc?”
“Well, we’re going to have to fix your hip, flush out the buildup in your muscle tissue, make sure you don’t hemorrhage inter cranially, and get you up and running within the next twelve or so hours.”
Frank felt the shears cutting along his clothing and the nurses removing his clothing from head to toe. Frank couldn’t help but smirk; he knew Ryan would have at least one comment to make about this situation. ”I really am getting too old for this.” “Alright Corporal, I’m going to give you something to help you relax while we’re working on you.” Gabriel keyed up the sedative and attached the IV himself while his nurses ready the rest of the equipment that would be needed.
All Frank could do was lay there as the fluid ran into his veins. It was like his wrist became weightless as the chemicals started into him, rushing up his arm and making it disappear to his senses and then throughout his chest and nervous system. “Thanks doc.” Frank managed to sigh out as his eyelids became heavy and a very welcomed rest took him over entirely.
Appreciation was more important to the medical personnel then anyone would think, and while Gabriel’s expressions didn’t change in the least to Frank’s fading words, they were part of what made this nightmare of a life worth it, why the medical staff did what they did. “Alright, make sure to keep an eye on his pulse monitor, ready the multi-vitamin injections and have the defibrillator charged and ready, I don’t want to run any chances on this one.” Although the procedures available to fix up wounds like the ones corporal Collins had sustained, they were not without their risks, and there was no certainty that he’d ever wake up from what fleet command mandated ‘acceptable risk procedures’.