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hope this came in at the right time]“Enemy in range in 60 seconds Captain. The Incarnate has dropped its last supply pelican and is beginning to engage the enemy ships.” Aislyn informed Dufraine.
“Good.” smiled the Captain.
Crewman Norbert turned from his station. “Sir, the Longswords assisting the Banewulf report that they’ve made contact. What’s left of the crew has really pulled together there. They’ve even got their MAC online.”
“Who’s in charge there?” Dufraine asked.
“I didn’t get the full transmission. Makos blocked the end of it but he was an ODST Sergeant. His name was John.” Crewman Norbert shrugged.
Dufraine’s smile dropped to a slight frown as Aislyn said what he was thinking. “All the brass must be dead.”
Shortly thereafter the Captain got a glint in his eye. “An ODST Sergeant named John, on the Banewulf you say.” He looked over at Crewman Norbert. “Launch a small relay pod to give us a constant communication link with the two Longswords.” Without this technology the old equipment of the Pride was limited to line-of-sight communications only.
The Captain continued. “Tell the Longsword pilots that they are under the Sergeant’s jurisdiction until further notice. And tell John that Dufraine gives his regards and asks for some long range fire support if he can provide it.”
“Captain, our visitor has arrived.” Crewman Nancy P. Cunningham (NPC) informed Dufraine with a bow.
Dufraine made a small hand motion to Aislyn and with a slightly perceptible nod she readied herself to lock all of the terminals on the bridge and assume full control over the ship if the need arose. The Captain wasn’t taking any chances with a partly cybernetic being that could probably figure out a way to interface with the critical systems on the bridge.
At that moment, half of Gold team arrived escorting their new guest. Only Dufraine’s eyes betrayed his shock at the unique cyborg that stood beside the Spartans.
Dufraine spoke. “Welcome aboard Madam. I apologize for all the inconvenieces, but we have had every right to be suspicious of an unknown race speaking our language, though we have no record of contact with you.” He paused as his eyes quickly shifted to the battlemap to see Aislyn launching the Pride’s first volley of Archer missiles. “Still, I feel there could be much we can learn from each other. You have expressed that you have questions that need answering as well as some needs that need to be addressed. I will do my best to satisfy both. I only ask that you do me the same courtesy.” He saw that the Spartans stood easy at her side. That was a good sign. His suspicions weighed less on his mind as the battle began to unfold and he awaited her response.
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Back on the ground on Makos, Bertrand and his team had finished checking a couple parts of the Banewulf that had crashed to the ground and had found no survivors, only death and dirt. The red sand blew over the desolate brown rock and slowly clogged the filters of his Mk V helm. He had just heard the Pride’s response to Bravo Team’s request for help only minutes before.
There would be no reinforcements coming, at least not yet. The Elite’s had gotten Bravo some help and Charlie Team should arrive at Bravo’s position at any moment, but would it be enough? He signaled to Erin and Mike to get in the hog. “Saddle up folks. We’re gonna try to help pull Bravo’s ass out of the fire. Our rocket hog should make those Covies cry for their mommas.”
“Good.” smiled the Captain.
Crewman Norbert turned from his station. “Sir, the Longswords assisting the Banewulf report that they’ve made contact. What’s left of the crew has really pulled together there. They’ve even got their MAC online.”
“Who’s in charge there?” Dufraine asked.
“I didn’t get the full transmission. Makos blocked the end of it but he was an ODST Sergeant. His name was John.” Crewman Norbert shrugged.
Dufraine’s smile dropped to a slight frown as Aislyn said what he was thinking. “All the brass must be dead.”
Shortly thereafter the Captain got a glint in his eye. “An ODST Sergeant named John, on the Banewulf you say.” He looked over at Crewman Norbert. “Launch a small relay pod to give us a constant communication link with the two Longswords.” Without this technology the old equipment of the Pride was limited to line-of-sight communications only.
The Captain continued. “Tell the Longsword pilots that they are under the Sergeant’s jurisdiction until further notice. And tell John that Dufraine gives his regards and asks for some long range fire support if he can provide it.”
“Captain, our visitor has arrived.” Crewman Nancy P. Cunningham (NPC) informed Dufraine with a bow.
Dufraine made a small hand motion to Aislyn and with a slightly perceptible nod she readied herself to lock all of the terminals on the bridge and assume full control over the ship if the need arose. The Captain wasn’t taking any chances with a partly cybernetic being that could probably figure out a way to interface with the critical systems on the bridge.
At that moment, half of Gold team arrived escorting their new guest. Only Dufraine’s eyes betrayed his shock at the unique cyborg that stood beside the Spartans.
Dufraine spoke. “Welcome aboard Madam. I apologize for all the inconvenieces, but we have had every right to be suspicious of an unknown race speaking our language, though we have no record of contact with you.” He paused as his eyes quickly shifted to the battlemap to see Aislyn launching the Pride’s first volley of Archer missiles. “Still, I feel there could be much we can learn from each other. You have expressed that you have questions that need answering as well as some needs that need to be addressed. I will do my best to satisfy both. I only ask that you do me the same courtesy.” He saw that the Spartans stood easy at her side. That was a good sign. His suspicions weighed less on his mind as the battle began to unfold and he awaited her response.
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Back on the ground on Makos, Bertrand and his team had finished checking a couple parts of the Banewulf that had crashed to the ground and had found no survivors, only death and dirt. The red sand blew over the desolate brown rock and slowly clogged the filters of his Mk V helm. He had just heard the Pride’s response to Bravo Team’s request for help only minutes before.
There would be no reinforcements coming, at least not yet. The Elite’s had gotten Bravo some help and Charlie Team should arrive at Bravo’s position at any moment, but would it be enough? He signaled to Erin and Mike to get in the hog. “Saddle up folks. We’re gonna try to help pull Bravo’s ass out of the fire. Our rocket hog should make those Covies cry for their mommas.”
Assassin716
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'Firing sequence initiated. MAC Guns firing at first enemy frigate.' Kayln stated with a wide grin.
'Forty seconds till impact...', the klaxon alarms started blaring. 'Captain we have three salvos on our heading'
'Ninety degrees to starboard with engines at forty-five percent!' Valstaff ordered. 'Yes sir...ninety degrees to starboard,' an ensign reported.
The Incarnate slowly turns to the right, it comes face to face with a covenant cruiser toward it's bow. At the precise moment the Incarnate turns the plasma salvos miss entirely. A few seconds later, five slugs fired from the MAC Guns hit home on the first enemy cruiser. The first wiping clean through the shields and lodging itself into the hull. The other four rounds continue onward with out the shields to slow them down and begin cutting through the hull and command deck. The cruiser begins to tip on its port slowly hovering in place.
'Kalyn, I need a firing sequence for a shiva warhead,' Valstaff stated. 'Yes sir, where exactly?' She replied.
'I need it as close as you can get it to the first cruiser, i want detonation activated manually through my datapad.'
'Calculating...Solution ready in thirty,' she replied. 'Good fire when ready Kayln and patch me through to the Titan's Pride I want them to look after whats left of Baneswulf, while the Lieutenant checks for survivors on Makos,' Valstaff ordered.
'Sir Shiva-warhead launched, it will reach its destination in fifty.' Kayln stated. 'We are also receiving transmitted data from a allied covenant ship, they are close to orbit over Makos and are in stealth mode so as to provide ground support for the UNSC troops.'
'Ah, the Elites, let them be I'm pretty sure Lieutenant and his men might need some help.' Valstaff added. The over head com system above the Captains seat began to speak. "This is SPARTAN-079 reporting in to the Captain of this vessel. I am now ready to join the current operation and request a situation report. Awaiting orders."
'Good to see you are up and about, hows your AI friend...? Nevermind, I'm sending you down to the surface with the next batch of marines, head to Hangar 14, there will be some Pelicans waiting to go top side.' Valstaff replied. 'Understood Captain.' The Com went silent.
'Captain, we still have two covenant cruisers heading our way,' Kayln interrupted.
'Wheres the second cruiser?'
'Just about to pass the decommissioned cruiser we hit.'
'Good, the MAC Guns should be ready by now fire two of them toward it.'
'Yes Sir...Impact in forty......First slug hit through the shields and damaged the bow slightly...The Second has struck port side...'
'Good, now watch this,' Valstaff said with a sly smile.
He picked up his datapad and inserted the authorization codes for the shiva-warhead, then a dark red button appeared on screen that says detonate, he tapped the screen. The Battlemap shows an enormous explosion, erupting both the covenant cruisers. The everyone who was working on the bridge began to look at the battle map as both frigates erupted from within. Cheering erupted across the bridge.
'Kalyn we have one last one i believe, fire the Goliath.' Valstaff said in a calm voice.
'Activating sequence...The covenant seem to be turning i think they might jump to slipspace...'
'No worries just stay on course and keep the Incarnates bow toward them,'
'Yes sir,'
The Incarnate began to slow down in speed and adjust its angular position aiming its bow toward the last loyalist covenant cruiser. The Goliath cannon which was built directly through the entire ship or rather the ship was built around it began to charge the most notable change was the engines glow turned from dark red to a light blue. This indication was that the cannon was venting heat to keep cool till it fired, and when it did the venting energy would actually give the ship a burst of speed. Lights across the Incarnate's starboard and port began to flicker as if the cannon was about ready. The lights all stopped for a two seconds and they all light up. With a loud boom echoing slightly across the mass vacuum, the Incarnate fired its 4000-ton ferric-tungsten round, slightly bigger by 1 ton then the Orbital Platforms that protected various UNSC and Elite worlds. The round flew straight and true and hit the covenant cruiser dead on at the bow, ripping straight through ship and exiting the aft of the cruiser destroying the engines, the cruiser began to disintegrate under the amount of pressure and force the tungsten round emitted. It floated for a few and erupted in an amazing fireworks display.
'Wait...Kayln check the scanners..'
'Yes sir...it seems something is exiting slipspace,'
'I thought so,' he replied.
Valstaff just looked at the Battlemap and noticed another four slipspace exit holes appearing and with them where another four Covenant Loyalist Cruiser.
'Wait sir one more is appearing..Its much bigger though'
'A flagship...I didnt think they would use one under certain circumstances...'
'Forty seconds till impact...', the klaxon alarms started blaring. 'Captain we have three salvos on our heading'
'Ninety degrees to starboard with engines at forty-five percent!' Valstaff ordered. 'Yes sir...ninety degrees to starboard,' an ensign reported.
The Incarnate slowly turns to the right, it comes face to face with a covenant cruiser toward it's bow. At the precise moment the Incarnate turns the plasma salvos miss entirely. A few seconds later, five slugs fired from the MAC Guns hit home on the first enemy cruiser. The first wiping clean through the shields and lodging itself into the hull. The other four rounds continue onward with out the shields to slow them down and begin cutting through the hull and command deck. The cruiser begins to tip on its port slowly hovering in place.
'Kalyn, I need a firing sequence for a shiva warhead,' Valstaff stated. 'Yes sir, where exactly?' She replied.
'I need it as close as you can get it to the first cruiser, i want detonation activated manually through my datapad.'
'Calculating...Solution ready in thirty,' she replied. 'Good fire when ready Kayln and patch me through to the Titan's Pride I want them to look after whats left of Baneswulf, while the Lieutenant checks for survivors on Makos,' Valstaff ordered.
'Sir Shiva-warhead launched, it will reach its destination in fifty.' Kayln stated. 'We are also receiving transmitted data from a allied covenant ship, they are close to orbit over Makos and are in stealth mode so as to provide ground support for the UNSC troops.'
'Ah, the Elites, let them be I'm pretty sure Lieutenant and his men might need some help.' Valstaff added. The over head com system above the Captains seat began to speak. "This is SPARTAN-079 reporting in to the Captain of this vessel. I am now ready to join the current operation and request a situation report. Awaiting orders."
'Good to see you are up and about, hows your AI friend...? Nevermind, I'm sending you down to the surface with the next batch of marines, head to Hangar 14, there will be some Pelicans waiting to go top side.' Valstaff replied. 'Understood Captain.' The Com went silent.
'Captain, we still have two covenant cruisers heading our way,' Kayln interrupted.
'Wheres the second cruiser?'
'Just about to pass the decommissioned cruiser we hit.'
'Good, the MAC Guns should be ready by now fire two of them toward it.'
'Yes Sir...Impact in forty......First slug hit through the shields and damaged the bow slightly...The Second has struck port side...'
'Good, now watch this,' Valstaff said with a sly smile.
He picked up his datapad and inserted the authorization codes for the shiva-warhead, then a dark red button appeared on screen that says detonate, he tapped the screen. The Battlemap shows an enormous explosion, erupting both the covenant cruisers. The everyone who was working on the bridge began to look at the battle map as both frigates erupted from within. Cheering erupted across the bridge.
'Kalyn we have one last one i believe, fire the Goliath.' Valstaff said in a calm voice.
'Activating sequence...The covenant seem to be turning i think they might jump to slipspace...'
'No worries just stay on course and keep the Incarnates bow toward them,'
'Yes sir,'
The Incarnate began to slow down in speed and adjust its angular position aiming its bow toward the last loyalist covenant cruiser. The Goliath cannon which was built directly through the entire ship or rather the ship was built around it began to charge the most notable change was the engines glow turned from dark red to a light blue. This indication was that the cannon was venting heat to keep cool till it fired, and when it did the venting energy would actually give the ship a burst of speed. Lights across the Incarnate's starboard and port began to flicker as if the cannon was about ready. The lights all stopped for a two seconds and they all light up. With a loud boom echoing slightly across the mass vacuum, the Incarnate fired its 4000-ton ferric-tungsten round, slightly bigger by 1 ton then the Orbital Platforms that protected various UNSC and Elite worlds. The round flew straight and true and hit the covenant cruiser dead on at the bow, ripping straight through ship and exiting the aft of the cruiser destroying the engines, the cruiser began to disintegrate under the amount of pressure and force the tungsten round emitted. It floated for a few and erupted in an amazing fireworks display.
'Wait...Kayln check the scanners..'
'Yes sir...it seems something is exiting slipspace,'
'I thought so,' he replied.
Valstaff just looked at the Battlemap and noticed another four slipspace exit holes appearing and with them where another four Covenant Loyalist Cruiser.
'Wait sir one more is appearing..Its much bigger though'
'A flagship...I didnt think they would use one under certain circumstances...'
Spartan137
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As he stepped up on the bridge, SPARTAN-024 snapped off a crisp salute, as did SPARTAN-071. He then stood at ease.
He watched the crew on the command deck and waited for a lull in the commotion. When it came, he made his request.
"Captain. Request permission to requisition a Pelican and drop to the surface of Makos, sir." Nick spoke quickly, knowing that the Captain would have better things to think about.
Meanwhile, 137 and 102 had arrived in the hangars. While having been in a hanger many times before, 137 was still awed by the both the huge size and the noticable cramped interior. He and 102 had moved to an unoccupied Pelican and stood just outside the loading ramp. They would respect the ownership untill the Captain handed it over. While they waited, the checked their weapons and the weapons of their squadmates. Zach turned the Warthog's radio on and tuned it to the Ship-to-Ground COM channel. Both SPARTANs listened in silence as they listened to the battle below unfold.
He watched the crew on the command deck and waited for a lull in the commotion. When it came, he made his request.
"Captain. Request permission to requisition a Pelican and drop to the surface of Makos, sir." Nick spoke quickly, knowing that the Captain would have better things to think about.
Meanwhile, 137 and 102 had arrived in the hangars. While having been in a hanger many times before, 137 was still awed by the both the huge size and the noticable cramped interior. He and 102 had moved to an unoccupied Pelican and stood just outside the loading ramp. They would respect the ownership untill the Captain handed it over. While they waited, the checked their weapons and the weapons of their squadmates. Zach turned the Warthog's radio on and tuned it to the Ship-to-Ground COM channel. Both SPARTANs listened in silence as they listened to the battle below unfold.
Although his initial decision had been to remain silent, and undetected, Volkov could not quell the sense of guilt he had for turning off a distress signal in a moment of selfishness. He had been intently monitoring the radio communication as best as he could, and from what he could tell, there was a UNSC ship within a short distance engaging some unknown enemy, he assumed covenant, with an alien of unknown origin or intent on board that they seemed to be extremely lenient with. This had perked his interest to an extreme. His small ship had been stranded in this distant reach of space for some time, making small voyages to planets for the nourishment he needed, but he needed to return to earth to finally finish his personal objective. If an unknown alien could be allowed to experience relative freedom within this particular UNSC battleship, perhaps an unknown spartan with a believable explanation could experience the same courtesy, however he had not had contact with the UNSC in a very long time and wondered if his armor was up to date, or if the information he knew would still be convincing to a UNSC officer after so long of being stranded. It didn't make much difference, if time was his enemy, then missing this oportunity would only strengthen the odds against him. He set about setting charges in his stolen fighter and prepared to eject.
SPARTAN II
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SPARTAN-079 only had to wait a moment before he received a reply over the comm system.
"Good to see you are up and about, how's your AI friend? Nevermind, I'm sending you down to the surface with the next batch of marines, head to Hangar 14, there will be some Pelicans waiting to go top side."
"Understood, Captain." With that, he flicked the comm panel off and headed out of the armory, having grabbed a Magnum and SMG to strap to his thigh plates and a Sniper Rifle to his back, before making his way to the launch bay.
Upon entering the hangar, he proceeded to the nearest Pelican dropship preparing for the surface drop on the planet below. He could see a group of marines had already strapped themselves into the storage bay of the ship, and were in the motions of checking thier chosen equipment for the mission.
He acknowledged the stunned looks of the marines with a curt nod as he stepped into the Pelican. He occasionally found it irritating always getting those looks from others, but for the most part had learned to ignore it. He removed the Sniper Rifle from his back and placed it next to his seat, having already checked his gear in the armory.
Now, he just had to wait for them to launch from the ship and head down to the surface. He was eager to plant his feet on solid ground again; he didn't really feel in his element in space, he was at the mercy of those piloting the vessel and if something went wrong, there wasn't much he could do about it.
At least, on the ground he could do something to defend himself and his fellow soldiers. And, more effectively fight his opponents than in the maneuverability-uncertainty of zero gravity.
His little reverie was interrupted by a soft, soothing voice in his ear.
"So, just when are we making our way down there? I can barely stand the tediousness of waiting. Ugh."
"Take it easy, Ardrosa. We'll be heading down shortly."
"Well, it better be soon. I'm getting restless here."
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll ask."
"That would be very much appreciated if you could, please and thank-you."
SPARTAN-079 couldn't help but crack the faintest hint of a smile at her remark. Though not usually prone to any emotional reactions of any kind, he found it amusing that she was often just as eager to get back into the field as he was. Come to think of it, he realized she was the only one who could ever get any such response out of him.
He got up and headed toward the cockpit, to ask the pilots when they were to depart.
"Good to see you are up and about, how's your AI friend? Nevermind, I'm sending you down to the surface with the next batch of marines, head to Hangar 14, there will be some Pelicans waiting to go top side."
"Understood, Captain." With that, he flicked the comm panel off and headed out of the armory, having grabbed a Magnum and SMG to strap to his thigh plates and a Sniper Rifle to his back, before making his way to the launch bay.
Upon entering the hangar, he proceeded to the nearest Pelican dropship preparing for the surface drop on the planet below. He could see a group of marines had already strapped themselves into the storage bay of the ship, and were in the motions of checking thier chosen equipment for the mission.
He acknowledged the stunned looks of the marines with a curt nod as he stepped into the Pelican. He occasionally found it irritating always getting those looks from others, but for the most part had learned to ignore it. He removed the Sniper Rifle from his back and placed it next to his seat, having already checked his gear in the armory.
Now, he just had to wait for them to launch from the ship and head down to the surface. He was eager to plant his feet on solid ground again; he didn't really feel in his element in space, he was at the mercy of those piloting the vessel and if something went wrong, there wasn't much he could do about it.
At least, on the ground he could do something to defend himself and his fellow soldiers. And, more effectively fight his opponents than in the maneuverability-uncertainty of zero gravity.
His little reverie was interrupted by a soft, soothing voice in his ear.
"So, just when are we making our way down there? I can barely stand the tediousness of waiting. Ugh."
"Take it easy, Ardrosa. We'll be heading down shortly."
"Well, it better be soon. I'm getting restless here."
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll ask."
"That would be very much appreciated if you could, please and thank-you."
SPARTAN-079 couldn't help but crack the faintest hint of a smile at her remark. Though not usually prone to any emotional reactions of any kind, he found it amusing that she was often just as eager to get back into the field as he was. Come to think of it, he realized she was the only one who could ever get any such response out of him.
He got up and headed toward the cockpit, to ask the pilots when they were to depart.
Primal Weyland
Well-Known Member
Primal took a quick look over the bridge, noting with some dissatisfaction that the AI was glaring at her with some intent - and she realised that she was being kept watch over in case she interfaced with the ship's systems. She growled lowly at the Captain for the mistrust, but took a deep breath and let it go for diplomacy's sake, flicking her tailtip from left to right as she folded her arms under her breasts - noting in the back of her mind that the gesture would probably only make the humans even more uncomfortable, so she dropped the gesture to pace a little.
"Of course, Captain. I have reason to believe that a rift in space - something called a quantum singularity - has pulled me through to this location. Whether this is another universe, or merely a far-flung corner of my own, I cannot say. However, I can say with a degree of certainty that it is highly unlikely I will be returning to my own space anytime soon."
Her own words seemed hollow to her - she was Borg. She would find a way to get home. But the logical part of her knew - this space had lesser or different technologies to her own. They wouldn't even know what a quantum singularity was, let alone be able to replicate one. Even then, the data on the rift that had sucked her in had been lost with her shuttle, and duplicating another singularity wouldn't guarantee a successful return. She might even end up in fluidic space - and with Species 8472 to deal with.
The next logical step would be to try and establish some form of Collective within this space - she was the only Borg, but allies would prove useful.
"Captain. If I may - where I come from, my kind and yours co-exist peacefully, although it has not always been so. I am Borg - in the past, our actions have been to assimilate other species such as your own into the Borg Collective, thus expanding our own biological and technological perfection. Your own kind, Species 5618, was previously a target of ours - however, in the year 2671 a peace treaty was reached between the Borg and the Human 'Federation'. Since then we have worked together in exchange for aid mutual goals. I myself served onboard the Borg-Human vessel, the USS Xenosys."
Another sigh, as she remembered the Xenosys. Her quarters... the holodeck. Her mate, Kradorex M.Z. Xeron, the captain... his loving embrace. She made a mental note to assimilate at least part of this ship to her own needs and replicate a holoimage, when she had the chance.
"My point is, Captain - we can aid each other a great deal. While my orders from Starfleet prohibit me from revealing the full extent of my technological capabilities, I may be able to refine your current technologies. And from what I see, perhaps you have technologies different to those encountered by the Borg... this 'slipspace'..."
The wolf grinned, already liking the idea of being able to lend a hand and be an active serving crewmember, if not officially...
"Finally, Captain... I believe it may be best that I now attend my appointment with your Quartermaster. Several of your bridge staff are expressing varying levels of discomfort at my appearance..."
"Of course, Captain. I have reason to believe that a rift in space - something called a quantum singularity - has pulled me through to this location. Whether this is another universe, or merely a far-flung corner of my own, I cannot say. However, I can say with a degree of certainty that it is highly unlikely I will be returning to my own space anytime soon."
Her own words seemed hollow to her - she was Borg. She would find a way to get home. But the logical part of her knew - this space had lesser or different technologies to her own. They wouldn't even know what a quantum singularity was, let alone be able to replicate one. Even then, the data on the rift that had sucked her in had been lost with her shuttle, and duplicating another singularity wouldn't guarantee a successful return. She might even end up in fluidic space - and with Species 8472 to deal with.
The next logical step would be to try and establish some form of Collective within this space - she was the only Borg, but allies would prove useful.
"Captain. If I may - where I come from, my kind and yours co-exist peacefully, although it has not always been so. I am Borg - in the past, our actions have been to assimilate other species such as your own into the Borg Collective, thus expanding our own biological and technological perfection. Your own kind, Species 5618, was previously a target of ours - however, in the year 2671 a peace treaty was reached between the Borg and the Human 'Federation'. Since then we have worked together in exchange for aid mutual goals. I myself served onboard the Borg-Human vessel, the USS Xenosys."
Another sigh, as she remembered the Xenosys. Her quarters... the holodeck. Her mate, Kradorex M.Z. Xeron, the captain... his loving embrace. She made a mental note to assimilate at least part of this ship to her own needs and replicate a holoimage, when she had the chance.
"My point is, Captain - we can aid each other a great deal. While my orders from Starfleet prohibit me from revealing the full extent of my technological capabilities, I may be able to refine your current technologies. And from what I see, perhaps you have technologies different to those encountered by the Borg... this 'slipspace'..."
The wolf grinned, already liking the idea of being able to lend a hand and be an active serving crewmember, if not officially...
"Finally, Captain... I believe it may be best that I now attend my appointment with your Quartermaster. Several of your bridge staff are expressing varying levels of discomfort at my appearance..."
Assassin716
Member
'Kayln where are we exactly,' Valstaff asked. 'We are almost near the orbit of Makos, our projection was drawn off course by the Goliath cannon,' she replied.
'Alright we are going to Combat Alert Red, let Dufraine know that we need to regroup on the darkside of Makos,' he stated
'Right away sir,' she replied. 'Shall I set a projection rate so we pass over the outer orbit of Makos for the Pelican Drop,'
'Yes, as soon as we get close enough, give the Pelican Pilots the Green light.'
'As you wish Vice Admiral,' she disappeared as her holographic projection faded from the pedestal.
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'When will be able to make top side?' Spartan-079 asked the pilot.
'We should shortly be able to make the descent as soon as the Incarnate reaches high orbit' he replied.
The Klaxon alarms started to flare red and blue. The Floor began to retract, allowing a view of Makos' rough red surface.
'Looks like its right now' the pilot added. The Spartan just stood in the door way looking out the cockpit. *Ka-chunk* The Pelicans clamp released letting the dropships fly down to render aid.
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I quickly looked about and accessed that we had taken out the remaining brutes near this small hill. I took a glance over and noticed that the trees were dark brown covered in sand soot, Makos reminded me of Mars, but with time Makos could be hospitable again.
'Delta 231, this is Lieutenant Akalar, my squad and I have confirmation for LZ,over.' I spoke over the com channels.
'Roger that Lieutenant, Setting down to drop Omega squad, be advised reinforcements are on the way. That Spartan we picked up is on his way as well. Over.' she replied.
Delta 231 was wonderful woman early thirties, she and I were good friends ever since our first landing, but I can't get over the feeling that I wish to be closer to her. 'Hey Lieutenants got that bobbing head again, he must be thinking about her!' Micheal said. I just turned to him and gave him a wishful smirk. 'Alright alright, i guess you all know i got something for Bethany but right now we have to head over to the remaining wreckage, Titan's Pride is dealing with the Aft section of Baneswulf in space. We need to rescue those that we can and we need to be on high alert. Plus that Spartan we rescued is heading down with a detachment of Marines.' I bellowed.
Delta 231's Pelican slowly hovered above ground and Omega Squad exited. 'Lieutenant, I'm getting some com readings, a detachment of marines from the Titan's Pride is in need of some assistance, permission to lend a hand?' Bethany asked over the com.
'Granted, drop them that Warthog your towing they might need it, let them know we have an LZ and can lend them a hand if needed,' I replied. 'Roger that Jahrad, over and out,' she replied.
I gathered my two squads and scouted the surrounding area, we were able to find a path leading straight to the wreckage. When we gathered back at the hillside the other Pelicans were descending to our LZ. Each one dropping more marines, until the Spartan exited one.
'Alright we are going to Combat Alert Red, let Dufraine know that we need to regroup on the darkside of Makos,' he stated
'Right away sir,' she replied. 'Shall I set a projection rate so we pass over the outer orbit of Makos for the Pelican Drop,'
'Yes, as soon as we get close enough, give the Pelican Pilots the Green light.'
'As you wish Vice Admiral,' she disappeared as her holographic projection faded from the pedestal.
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'When will be able to make top side?' Spartan-079 asked the pilot.
'We should shortly be able to make the descent as soon as the Incarnate reaches high orbit' he replied.
The Klaxon alarms started to flare red and blue. The Floor began to retract, allowing a view of Makos' rough red surface.
'Looks like its right now' the pilot added. The Spartan just stood in the door way looking out the cockpit. *Ka-chunk* The Pelicans clamp released letting the dropships fly down to render aid.
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I quickly looked about and accessed that we had taken out the remaining brutes near this small hill. I took a glance over and noticed that the trees were dark brown covered in sand soot, Makos reminded me of Mars, but with time Makos could be hospitable again.
'Delta 231, this is Lieutenant Akalar, my squad and I have confirmation for LZ,over.' I spoke over the com channels.
'Roger that Lieutenant, Setting down to drop Omega squad, be advised reinforcements are on the way. That Spartan we picked up is on his way as well. Over.' she replied.
Delta 231 was wonderful woman early thirties, she and I were good friends ever since our first landing, but I can't get over the feeling that I wish to be closer to her. 'Hey Lieutenants got that bobbing head again, he must be thinking about her!' Micheal said. I just turned to him and gave him a wishful smirk. 'Alright alright, i guess you all know i got something for Bethany but right now we have to head over to the remaining wreckage, Titan's Pride is dealing with the Aft section of Baneswulf in space. We need to rescue those that we can and we need to be on high alert. Plus that Spartan we rescued is heading down with a detachment of Marines.' I bellowed.
Delta 231's Pelican slowly hovered above ground and Omega Squad exited. 'Lieutenant, I'm getting some com readings, a detachment of marines from the Titan's Pride is in need of some assistance, permission to lend a hand?' Bethany asked over the com.
'Granted, drop them that Warthog your towing they might need it, let them know we have an LZ and can lend them a hand if needed,' I replied. 'Roger that Jahrad, over and out,' she replied.
I gathered my two squads and scouted the surrounding area, we were able to find a path leading straight to the wreckage. When we gathered back at the hillside the other Pelicans were descending to our LZ. Each one dropping more marines, until the Spartan exited one.
Dufraine listened calmly to this “Borg” with his mind half on the battle being waged in front of the ship. As the Incarnate destroyed the third covenant frigate, he thought to himself, ‘What a colossal waste of time, we didn’t even fire the MAC. We could have been providing ground support to our forces on Makos.’
He looked at Primal as she finished, still mistrustful of this being. Then again, he still mistrusted the splitfaces, but unlike many Captains, he knew good opportunities when he saw them. He needed to handle this fast. With multiple crises going on at once, he would have to examine this more carefully later.
“Apparently our technologies and history are very separate but we do share undeniable similarities. I tell you now maa’m that I’m a man of reason and my eyes believe what they see and what they have seen.” He paused. “We will accommodate you aboard the Pride. Be aware, since you are not a member of the UNSC you will have to be escorted around the ship and will not have access to certain areas.” Dufraine removed his pipe from his mouth. “Other than that, your restrictions will be minimal. I am very interested that you served aboard a USS ship. Perhaps you will be able to help us in salvaging the wreckage of the strange ship we have found on the planet’s surface.”
“Captain, a larger fleet with a Covenant flagship has just dropped out of slipspace.” Aislyn announced. “We’re receiving orders from the Incarnate, we’re to return to the farside of Makos.”
Dufraine bowed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to continue this when things quiet down.” He moved to face the battlemap again.
Spartan 024 stepped forward. "Captain. Request permission to requisition a Pelican and drop to the surface of Makos, sir."
The Captain looked hard at the leader of Gold team, the expectant form hidden in armor awaiting his response. After a moment,he turned and spoke to Crewman Norbert. “Radio up a couple of marines to provide escort for our guest. Give Gold team Pelican clearance as soon as we get within range of the dropzone. ” He looked back to 024. “On one condition only, you guys are taking the Scorpion.” He winked at the Spartan. “Give ‘em hell Nick.”
Minutes later, the bridge was once again clear. Dufraine’s pipe was once again in his mouth. Aislyn spoke first. “That wasn’t so bad.”
The Captain clasped his hands behind his back. “Time will tell. Make sure all the Longswords are refueled and prepped. Have the pilots get some rest. They won’t have long before the covenant are on top of us again.”
He looked at Primal as she finished, still mistrustful of this being. Then again, he still mistrusted the splitfaces, but unlike many Captains, he knew good opportunities when he saw them. He needed to handle this fast. With multiple crises going on at once, he would have to examine this more carefully later.
“Apparently our technologies and history are very separate but we do share undeniable similarities. I tell you now maa’m that I’m a man of reason and my eyes believe what they see and what they have seen.” He paused. “We will accommodate you aboard the Pride. Be aware, since you are not a member of the UNSC you will have to be escorted around the ship and will not have access to certain areas.” Dufraine removed his pipe from his mouth. “Other than that, your restrictions will be minimal. I am very interested that you served aboard a USS ship. Perhaps you will be able to help us in salvaging the wreckage of the strange ship we have found on the planet’s surface.”
“Captain, a larger fleet with a Covenant flagship has just dropped out of slipspace.” Aislyn announced. “We’re receiving orders from the Incarnate, we’re to return to the farside of Makos.”
Dufraine bowed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to continue this when things quiet down.” He moved to face the battlemap again.
Spartan 024 stepped forward. "Captain. Request permission to requisition a Pelican and drop to the surface of Makos, sir."
The Captain looked hard at the leader of Gold team, the expectant form hidden in armor awaiting his response. After a moment,he turned and spoke to Crewman Norbert. “Radio up a couple of marines to provide escort for our guest. Give Gold team Pelican clearance as soon as we get within range of the dropzone. ” He looked back to 024. “On one condition only, you guys are taking the Scorpion.” He winked at the Spartan. “Give ‘em hell Nick.”
Minutes later, the bridge was once again clear. Dufraine’s pipe was once again in his mouth. Aislyn spoke first. “That wasn’t so bad.”
The Captain clasped his hands behind his back. “Time will tell. Make sure all the Longswords are refueled and prepped. Have the pilots get some rest. They won’t have long before the covenant are on top of us again.”
Primal Weyland
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Primal nodded at the Captain, turned on her bare hell, and padded away with the two nervous Marines flanking her, unsure of the current situation.
The Captain seemed a reasonable man - granted, more duty-oriented than the adventurous Xeron she knew and loved, but he was Human. That could be forgiven, she decided, as she turned the corner to the QM stores. The QM himself seemed a little startled at her arrival, but quickly produced the goods she needed - a small sewing machine, several metres of durable nylon, and a cap so she would fit in a little better.
Twenty minutes later, the wolf sat down in her 'quarters' - nothing more than a redundant corner of the cargo bay - at a table. Winking to the two Marines, she extended her right paw, pointing it at the sewing machine.
"Do you boys like to see magic?"
Without waiting for a response she fired her assimilation tubules, immediately flooding the components of the admittedly-basic tech with nanoprobes. Within seconds the sewing machine was changing - her nanoprobes effortlessly altering the makeup of the machine to her own needs. Assemblies began sprouting from the machine, attatching themselves to the table as the unit took on its new purpose - an almost-automated production unit for clothing. A glance at the Marines told her all she needed - several more were grouping around, pointing their weapons at her technology. The wolf merely smiled sweetly as the machine began to use the raw materials provided to her in replicating the required garments, strutting over to the lead Marine with all the sex appeal she could muster. Even in this universe, there were ground-pounders who thought with their genitals rather than their brains. Reaching her target, she purred into his ear and ran her right paw under his chin - she could already tell he was nervous, as she reached out with her left paw to point the barrel of his weapon at the floor.
"Come, now, my handsome soldier boy... if I'd wanted to assimilate you I'd have put the assembly in you... but you're far too cute for that, sweetie. Put the gun down and I won't have to react with violence...."
Without waiting for a response she slunk back to her finished garments, pleased at the results. Sorting through them, she eyed each piece up before slipping it on - first, her black thongs, then the bra to ensure her breasts wouldn't interfere with any exercise, before sliding on her form-fitting black one-piece bodysuit, clipping the back up before flexing her shoulders and smiling sweetly in relief, pulling the UNSC-branded cap onto her head and adjusting the band to fit. Thankfully, the grunts had lowered their weapons, seeing that she posed no immediate threat. Now, the next thing... an alcove. Or some way to recharge her nonorganic components.
Indicating the lead Marine again - the leader of a group of five, his stencilled tunic revealing his name, Cpl P Bentley - she pointed to the table, and the latent machine she had constructed. There was a chain of command within this ship - she was determined not to rank at the bottom, and establishing a mini-Collective would be the best way to go, even if she had to resort to flaunting her body to do so.
"You - Corporal Bentley. Your new designation is Two of Six, secondary of Trimaxtrix Zero One. You will answer directly to me, serving me second to your superior officers. I now require several more of these units, and a schematic of power conduits within the ship, if I am to construct an alcove in which to regenerate. Comply."
The Captain seemed a reasonable man - granted, more duty-oriented than the adventurous Xeron she knew and loved, but he was Human. That could be forgiven, she decided, as she turned the corner to the QM stores. The QM himself seemed a little startled at her arrival, but quickly produced the goods she needed - a small sewing machine, several metres of durable nylon, and a cap so she would fit in a little better.
Twenty minutes later, the wolf sat down in her 'quarters' - nothing more than a redundant corner of the cargo bay - at a table. Winking to the two Marines, she extended her right paw, pointing it at the sewing machine.
"Do you boys like to see magic?"
Without waiting for a response she fired her assimilation tubules, immediately flooding the components of the admittedly-basic tech with nanoprobes. Within seconds the sewing machine was changing - her nanoprobes effortlessly altering the makeup of the machine to her own needs. Assemblies began sprouting from the machine, attatching themselves to the table as the unit took on its new purpose - an almost-automated production unit for clothing. A glance at the Marines told her all she needed - several more were grouping around, pointing their weapons at her technology. The wolf merely smiled sweetly as the machine began to use the raw materials provided to her in replicating the required garments, strutting over to the lead Marine with all the sex appeal she could muster. Even in this universe, there were ground-pounders who thought with their genitals rather than their brains. Reaching her target, she purred into his ear and ran her right paw under his chin - she could already tell he was nervous, as she reached out with her left paw to point the barrel of his weapon at the floor.
"Come, now, my handsome soldier boy... if I'd wanted to assimilate you I'd have put the assembly in you... but you're far too cute for that, sweetie. Put the gun down and I won't have to react with violence...."
Without waiting for a response she slunk back to her finished garments, pleased at the results. Sorting through them, she eyed each piece up before slipping it on - first, her black thongs, then the bra to ensure her breasts wouldn't interfere with any exercise, before sliding on her form-fitting black one-piece bodysuit, clipping the back up before flexing her shoulders and smiling sweetly in relief, pulling the UNSC-branded cap onto her head and adjusting the band to fit. Thankfully, the grunts had lowered their weapons, seeing that she posed no immediate threat. Now, the next thing... an alcove. Or some way to recharge her nonorganic components.
Indicating the lead Marine again - the leader of a group of five, his stencilled tunic revealing his name, Cpl P Bentley - she pointed to the table, and the latent machine she had constructed. There was a chain of command within this ship - she was determined not to rank at the bottom, and establishing a mini-Collective would be the best way to go, even if she had to resort to flaunting her body to do so.
"You - Corporal Bentley. Your new designation is Two of Six, secondary of Trimaxtrix Zero One. You will answer directly to me, serving me second to your superior officers. I now require several more of these units, and a schematic of power conduits within the ship, if I am to construct an alcove in which to regenerate. Comply."
SGT Razor
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"Humans this is spec squad Splendor’s Vengeance, we are providing assistance and have armor inbound, Over." The voice over the comm sounded like an angel. Not just any angel, but a warrior angel.
The Lieutenant immediately responded. "Roger that, spec squad, good to hear from ya!" He then preceeded to reload his weapon and continued firing on the angry mob of enemy soldiers as the laser on his left blew holes through their lines.
"Armor sounds good. I don't know much about Elite armor, but any armor is good at this point in time." Said Boomer as he waited for his laser to cool. The Elites on the hill made quick work of the enemies below with their foreign sniper rifles as bullets from Andy's ricocheted off the jackals' shields. By now, the rocks were melting from plasma fire and Andy flinched every time a spike hit the door. He knew he wasn't going to get hit, but he still flinched.
"Hmm... maybe twenty, twenty-five left? What do you say, boss?" Inquired Li.
"I say two rockets and they're done for." Almost immediately, Boomer reached for his rocket launcher.
"You're on." He fired two rockets and the last of the Brutes turned to toast and fell ten meters from the Pelican. The remaining Grunts ran as the final Jackals were picked off by the Elites above. "Wow, good call. What do you guys think about that?" Boomer gloated.
"I think you owe me twenty bucks." Razor replied.
"Rocket whore!" Came the voice from inside the Pelican.
Razor turned to thank the Elites, but noticed they had problems of they're own. "Hunters on the hill! Let's blast 'em! Look for gaps in their armor." Elites were smacked into the air as Bravo Squad opened up on the Hunters. Andy hit one. No good. He shot again, and the beast tumbled down the hill with a booming echo. Boomer used his last charge in his Laser to fry the second one. At this point, Razor had noticed that Li had collapsed behind him. He wasn't moving. They had to evacuate him. "Andy, take out that third Hunter!" Called Razor as he dragged Li to the wreckage. "I thought Hunters only came in pairs." He whispered to himself.
"I can't get a clear shot!" Anderson payed no attention to the man being dragged behind him. Razor took off Li's helmet. He was breathing. Wheezing, but still breathing. He checked him for broken bones. One, two, three broken ribs on his left side. That's not good. He jabbed an epi-pen into his thigh. Li gasped as he struggled to get up.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Boomer owes you twenty bucks."
The Lieutenant immediately responded. "Roger that, spec squad, good to hear from ya!" He then preceeded to reload his weapon and continued firing on the angry mob of enemy soldiers as the laser on his left blew holes through their lines.
"Armor sounds good. I don't know much about Elite armor, but any armor is good at this point in time." Said Boomer as he waited for his laser to cool. The Elites on the hill made quick work of the enemies below with their foreign sniper rifles as bullets from Andy's ricocheted off the jackals' shields. By now, the rocks were melting from plasma fire and Andy flinched every time a spike hit the door. He knew he wasn't going to get hit, but he still flinched.
"Hmm... maybe twenty, twenty-five left? What do you say, boss?" Inquired Li.
"I say two rockets and they're done for." Almost immediately, Boomer reached for his rocket launcher.
"You're on." He fired two rockets and the last of the Brutes turned to toast and fell ten meters from the Pelican. The remaining Grunts ran as the final Jackals were picked off by the Elites above. "Wow, good call. What do you guys think about that?" Boomer gloated.
"I think you owe me twenty bucks." Razor replied.
"Rocket whore!" Came the voice from inside the Pelican.
Razor turned to thank the Elites, but noticed they had problems of they're own. "Hunters on the hill! Let's blast 'em! Look for gaps in their armor." Elites were smacked into the air as Bravo Squad opened up on the Hunters. Andy hit one. No good. He shot again, and the beast tumbled down the hill with a booming echo. Boomer used his last charge in his Laser to fry the second one. At this point, Razor had noticed that Li had collapsed behind him. He wasn't moving. They had to evacuate him. "Andy, take out that third Hunter!" Called Razor as he dragged Li to the wreckage. "I thought Hunters only came in pairs." He whispered to himself.
"I can't get a clear shot!" Anderson payed no attention to the man being dragged behind him. Razor took off Li's helmet. He was breathing. Wheezing, but still breathing. He checked him for broken bones. One, two, three broken ribs on his left side. That's not good. He jabbed an epi-pen into his thigh. Li gasped as he struggled to get up.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Boomer owes you twenty bucks."
"Sir, The Titan's Pride's given you two Longswords. He's also requested fire support if we can give it. Oh, and the Captian gives his regards."
"He would wouldn't he. Make sure he knows we can" John smiled. "EVA team, find a room with vacuum access, and turn it into an airlock. Oh and make sure the room outside can hold a pair of Longswords. Weld something up if you have to." The EVA team was a group of ODSTs and Engineers in ODST armour who performed, surprise surprie, EVA's.
"Sir, The Incarnate has told the Titan's Pride to look after us." The ensign paused. "She's also told the Pride to regroup on the other side of Makos, the asteriod. Where the heck is Makos?"
"Makos? So that's where we are. Set heading for the asteroid. And charge the MAC. But don't make a move until the EVA's back with the Longswords." John took a deep breath.
"Could someone get me some coffee? Come to think of it, we all need coffwee. You, get everyone here a coffee. And as for the rest of you, if you don't like coffee, fine. Don't drink it. But I have a feeling that we're gonna need to be awake for a while, so tank up on anything that helps you keep awake. And alert."
"Sir, we have confirmation that the Longsword are securely docked. The head of the EVA team says that we could enter slipspace and they'd stay put."
"Excellent. Start us moving at half speed. Keep the MAC hot, and tell the Pride we're coming."
"Done sir."
The Banewulf lurched beneath him, and the ensign bringing coffee almost slipped.
"Thanks." John drank gratefully from the plastic mug. He felp his limbs stop trembling, and a calm filled his mind.
Sir, I've opened a com directly to the Titan's Pride, do you want to be put through? He looked at John questioingly.
"Any particular reason you opened a com?"
"Initiative, sir."
"Good enough for me. I've been in too many situations where I'd just wished the brass would accept 'Initiative' to not let you get away with it." He breathed in slowly. "Okay, put me through." He cleared his throat.
"Calling the UNSC Titan's Pride. Come in Titan's Pride, this is the Banewulf."
The vioce that came back was crackly, but audiable.
"Come in Banewulf, this is the Titan's Pride."
"This is Staff Sergeant John Edwards, Commander of the Banewulf. Could you please put me through to the Captain?"
"He would wouldn't he. Make sure he knows we can" John smiled. "EVA team, find a room with vacuum access, and turn it into an airlock. Oh and make sure the room outside can hold a pair of Longswords. Weld something up if you have to." The EVA team was a group of ODSTs and Engineers in ODST armour who performed, surprise surprie, EVA's.
"Sir, The Incarnate has told the Titan's Pride to look after us." The ensign paused. "She's also told the Pride to regroup on the other side of Makos, the asteriod. Where the heck is Makos?"
"Makos? So that's where we are. Set heading for the asteroid. And charge the MAC. But don't make a move until the EVA's back with the Longswords." John took a deep breath.
"Could someone get me some coffee? Come to think of it, we all need coffwee. You, get everyone here a coffee. And as for the rest of you, if you don't like coffee, fine. Don't drink it. But I have a feeling that we're gonna need to be awake for a while, so tank up on anything that helps you keep awake. And alert."
"Sir, we have confirmation that the Longsword are securely docked. The head of the EVA team says that we could enter slipspace and they'd stay put."
"Excellent. Start us moving at half speed. Keep the MAC hot, and tell the Pride we're coming."
"Done sir."
The Banewulf lurched beneath him, and the ensign bringing coffee almost slipped.
"Thanks." John drank gratefully from the plastic mug. He felp his limbs stop trembling, and a calm filled his mind.
Sir, I've opened a com directly to the Titan's Pride, do you want to be put through? He looked at John questioingly.
"Any particular reason you opened a com?"
"Initiative, sir."
"Good enough for me. I've been in too many situations where I'd just wished the brass would accept 'Initiative' to not let you get away with it." He breathed in slowly. "Okay, put me through." He cleared his throat.
"Calling the UNSC Titan's Pride. Come in Titan's Pride, this is the Banewulf."
The vioce that came back was crackly, but audiable.
"Come in Banewulf, this is the Titan's Pride."
"This is Staff Sergeant John Edwards, Commander of the Banewulf. Could you please put me through to the Captain?"
Spartan137
Well-Known Member
"Give 'em hell, Nick." The Captain's orders were clear.
Nick snapped off a quick salute and motioned to Erika as he stepped off the bridge. Over his radio, he called down to SPARTAN-137. "Justin, the captain wants us to take a Scorpion down to the surface. Make it happen. My ETA is 5 minutes."
"Sir? Yes sir." Justin had hesitated, but began following orders. He motioned for Zach to load up the weapons and power up the Pelican before climbing into the driver's seat and heading towards the Scorpion bays. When he arrived, he parked his warthog and disembarked. Walking down the aisle, he selected a Scorpion with a .50 Cal turret mounted on the front. Climbing into the cockpit, he interfaced with the huge machine and drove the tank onto the causeway.
As he reached the hangar, he saw that Nick and Erika had also just arrived. Erika climbed into the now warm Pelican and Zach and Nick were standing at the back waiting with the console that would attach the Scorpion to the Pelican.
Once they magnetically attached the tank, Erika launched the Pelican out of the hangar bay of the Titan's Pride.
Nick snapped off a quick salute and motioned to Erika as he stepped off the bridge. Over his radio, he called down to SPARTAN-137. "Justin, the captain wants us to take a Scorpion down to the surface. Make it happen. My ETA is 5 minutes."
"Sir? Yes sir." Justin had hesitated, but began following orders. He motioned for Zach to load up the weapons and power up the Pelican before climbing into the driver's seat and heading towards the Scorpion bays. When he arrived, he parked his warthog and disembarked. Walking down the aisle, he selected a Scorpion with a .50 Cal turret mounted on the front. Climbing into the cockpit, he interfaced with the huge machine and drove the tank onto the causeway.
As he reached the hangar, he saw that Nick and Erika had also just arrived. Erika climbed into the now warm Pelican and Zach and Nick were standing at the back waiting with the console that would attach the Scorpion to the Pelican.
Once they magnetically attached the tank, Erika launched the Pelican out of the hangar bay of the Titan's Pride.
leegrisham
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MAKOs: HIGH ORBIT
Alse watched from his view screen as the UNSC Incarnate made scrap of the Covenant ships. The Humans had come along way in Naval battle; during the Great War three Covenant Cruisers would have shredded the two UNCS ships easily.
Alse's crew had come to the deck and his engines were prepped and ready, a little late considering this battle was over...
"Sir we have an anomaly, slip space is opening up, something big.." his Battle Commander announced.
Alse jaw split and hung.. four more cruisers and a capital ship.. this was unbelievable. Planetary scans revealed that there was nothing on this rock.. they had followed this group here from the "Third" halo believing that they were jumping to another "Halo" however this was not the case, there were no signatures of Forerunner technology - in short there was no reason for the Covenant to be here save their lone mining facility a few kilometers from the Spec Ops location.
"Why is the Covenant fighting so fiercely for this rock?!" Alse asked to no one in particular.
"Sir the UNSC is issuing a regroup command, they are going to try to mount a defense." Yumo Scaleen the communications operator said.
"We are fully operational and battle ready!" Johnson chimed.
"Send a compliance message and take us in rank with UNSC ships, we will have to coordinate if we want to have a chance of survival here." Alse issued his command.
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MAKOs GROUND
Eerie was locked in battle with the Lekgolo. Hand to hand combat with these monsters was a death wish but at close range the beast couldn't fire it's fuel rod cannon. He dodged a mighty swing of the shield and was about to take a swing when two explosions erupted.. The other two hunters stood no longer, only smoldering left-overs of armors and squiggling orange worms.. This distraction was what he needed, the hunter exposed his mid section and Eerie drove his sword deep into its fleshy bowels. The hunter screeched and writhed in pain.. it took two steps and fell back. Eerie had killed this mighty foe.
"Report Team."
All lights twinkled green.
After the Elites had regrouped they strode down the hill to meet the humans.
"Cease fire, we are friendly" Eerie announced over open comm. He didn't want the humans getting jumpy; there were some who still didn't fully trust them.
His Command Center in his HUD played a recorded message it was a Yumo's voice, "We have upgraded your Armor request, we have dispatched a full ground force unit ETA 60 seconds, your HUD will update with your new squad mates, you will also receive a new waypoint. This is the mining facility that the Covenant is fighting to protect. Your objective is to destroy this facility, gather intel and try to commandeer any viable resources. Things in the sky are getting hot these are the last drops we can provide, use them wisely."
It was obvious things were rough in space; the atmosphere was on fire from debris falling down to the planet.
He now stood face to face with the Human Lieutenant 'Razor', or as much face to face as possible - he towered at least a full foot over the human. Eerie pulled his hand up to a flat line and put it to his brow - this was a universal greeting for Human warriors -
"Greetings."
Alse watched from his view screen as the UNSC Incarnate made scrap of the Covenant ships. The Humans had come along way in Naval battle; during the Great War three Covenant Cruisers would have shredded the two UNCS ships easily.
Alse's crew had come to the deck and his engines were prepped and ready, a little late considering this battle was over...
"Sir we have an anomaly, slip space is opening up, something big.." his Battle Commander announced.
Alse jaw split and hung.. four more cruisers and a capital ship.. this was unbelievable. Planetary scans revealed that there was nothing on this rock.. they had followed this group here from the "Third" halo believing that they were jumping to another "Halo" however this was not the case, there were no signatures of Forerunner technology - in short there was no reason for the Covenant to be here save their lone mining facility a few kilometers from the Spec Ops location.
"Why is the Covenant fighting so fiercely for this rock?!" Alse asked to no one in particular.
"Sir the UNSC is issuing a regroup command, they are going to try to mount a defense." Yumo Scaleen the communications operator said.
"We are fully operational and battle ready!" Johnson chimed.
"Send a compliance message and take us in rank with UNSC ships, we will have to coordinate if we want to have a chance of survival here." Alse issued his command.
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MAKOs GROUND
Eerie was locked in battle with the Lekgolo. Hand to hand combat with these monsters was a death wish but at close range the beast couldn't fire it's fuel rod cannon. He dodged a mighty swing of the shield and was about to take a swing when two explosions erupted.. The other two hunters stood no longer, only smoldering left-overs of armors and squiggling orange worms.. This distraction was what he needed, the hunter exposed his mid section and Eerie drove his sword deep into its fleshy bowels. The hunter screeched and writhed in pain.. it took two steps and fell back. Eerie had killed this mighty foe.
"Report Team."
All lights twinkled green.
After the Elites had regrouped they strode down the hill to meet the humans.
"Cease fire, we are friendly" Eerie announced over open comm. He didn't want the humans getting jumpy; there were some who still didn't fully trust them.
His Command Center in his HUD played a recorded message it was a Yumo's voice, "We have upgraded your Armor request, we have dispatched a full ground force unit ETA 60 seconds, your HUD will update with your new squad mates, you will also receive a new waypoint. This is the mining facility that the Covenant is fighting to protect. Your objective is to destroy this facility, gather intel and try to commandeer any viable resources. Things in the sky are getting hot these are the last drops we can provide, use them wisely."
It was obvious things were rough in space; the atmosphere was on fire from debris falling down to the planet.
He now stood face to face with the Human Lieutenant 'Razor', or as much face to face as possible - he towered at least a full foot over the human. Eerie pulled his hand up to a flat line and put it to his brow - this was a universal greeting for Human warriors -
"Greetings."
Spartan137
Well-Known Member
"Calling the commander of ODST squadrons currently on Makos and performing a SAR operation nearby the Banewolf, this is Gold team. SPARTANs are inbound." Nick had begun calling the squads with the COM system as the ship entered the atmosphere. He watched as flames began to scorch the glass canopy of the cockpit.
In the troop bay, 137 and 102 were prepping the rest of their equipment. While Justin had went to grab the Scorpion, Zach had hauled a Mongoose up into the bay. He had loaded it with spare cells for the Stanchion and some basic sniper supplies as well as food and water. 137 was busy loading his M247. The 90 kilogram weapon would have been to heavy for a normal human to carry, but his strength and armor accomidated it easily. Belts of ammo draped over his shoulder and a pair of box feeds were attached to his thighs. Once the Pelican had gotten through re-entry, they opened the troop ramp and hot air blew in.
When they were 30 feet above the surface and flying to the ODSTs, Nick climbed out of the hold and along the left tread pods and climbed into the driver's seat. Justin also climbed out and took a seat on the forward left pod. As he was sitting, he watched the terrain change from desert dunes to red rocks as the neared the LZ.
"ODST teams, we are on your location. Please open an LZ for us so we can drop our "package" and extract the wounded." She began the Pelican's final decent protocol.
In the troop bay, 137 and 102 were prepping the rest of their equipment. While Justin had went to grab the Scorpion, Zach had hauled a Mongoose up into the bay. He had loaded it with spare cells for the Stanchion and some basic sniper supplies as well as food and water. 137 was busy loading his M247. The 90 kilogram weapon would have been to heavy for a normal human to carry, but his strength and armor accomidated it easily. Belts of ammo draped over his shoulder and a pair of box feeds were attached to his thighs. Once the Pelican had gotten through re-entry, they opened the troop ramp and hot air blew in.
When they were 30 feet above the surface and flying to the ODSTs, Nick climbed out of the hold and along the left tread pods and climbed into the driver's seat. Justin also climbed out and took a seat on the forward left pod. As he was sitting, he watched the terrain change from desert dunes to red rocks as the neared the LZ.
"ODST teams, we are on your location. Please open an LZ for us so we can drop our "package" and extract the wounded." She began the Pelican's final decent protocol.
SPARTAN II
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SPARTAN-079 approached the Pelican's cockpit and peeked his head in, seeing the pilot and co-pilot in the middle of a systems check prior to launch.
"When will we be able to make top side?", he asked the pilot.
"We should shortly be able to make the descent as soon as the Incarnate reaches high orbit".
The Klaxon alarms started to blare loudly, flashes of red and blue reflecting off the walls of the hangar. The SPARTAN felt a slight vibration in his feet and heard a muffled clunk as the launch bay's floor began to retract, showing the rough, red surface of Makos below.
"Looks like it's right now", the pilot added. SPARTAN-079 remained standing in the door, looking out the windshield of the cockpit as the holding clamps released the dropship and they began thier descent to the planet's surface.
"Where are we touching down, soldier?"
"Our orders were to drop you and this contingent of marines off near the Banewulf's wreckage that crashed on the planet, to help locate any survivors and evacuate them. There was a situation not far from there that might have required your assistance, but the current UNSC and Covenant ground troops managed to put a stop to it. The Titan's Pride is taking care of the aft section of the ship up here. I believe the group of ODSTs who brought you onboard were also assigned to this SAR operation."
"Understood. We'll get ready for the drop." With that, The SPARTAN made his way back to his seat and secured himself, eyeing his Sniper Rifle resting next to him.
"So, then... does that answer your question, Ardrosa?"
"Yes, quite satisfactorily. Looking forward to kicking some serious butt, finally."
"Don't get too excited. We wouldn't want your program to suffer a recursive feedback loop or anything."
"HA! What's that I heard? A joke? Coming from you, Blackwell? What wonders never cease."
SPARTAN-079 felt his face get a little flushed with embarrassment at the uncharacteristic remark he'd just made. He was surprised himself that he'd said such a thing; he hadn't even thought of what he was saying, it was just the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh... come on, now. Don't feel embarrassed about it. I think it's kinda cute. Besides, it'll be our little secret. No one else needs to know you have this side to you."
Although she had no physical form at the moment, he got the impression that if she were able to wink at him, she would be. It was uncanny, but interesting at the same time, to know thier interpersonal dynamic had developed in such a way he could anticipate such things from her.
The SPARTAN quickly dismissed the moment as he saw the planet's surface approaching. He could feel the Pelican decelerate, and then the loading ramp opened up to reveal the dropship was hovering just a few feet above the ground.
Grabbing his Sniper Rifle and reattaching it to his back, he stepped out of the dropship along with the marines, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. About a kilometre away, he could see smoke, craters and Covenant bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, UNSC and Convenant scouring the remains for any weapons or other useful munitions.
Whatever "situation" there had been, the combined troops had apparently made fast work of it. Though he did not exactly like the fact they were co-operating with the Elites, who not too long ago were fighting against the UNSC, he had to admit that the current arrangement between them had proven to be very beneficial.
It certainly helped to even the odds, given the different species that still made up the reorganized Covenant heirarchy (those cursed Brutes now being at the top of the ladder), and also gave the UNSC troops a renewed sense of hope in that maybe not all was lost.
"Psst! Hey... sorry to interrupt your daydreaming there, but the marines have already moved off. We should probably follow suit."
"Of course. Thanks."
SPARTAN-079 scanned the area quickly, and saw the marines had headed off toward some small pieces of debris ahead and to thier right. A trail of some sort could be seen leading away from there. Another group of UNSC troops had already gathered atop a small hill, the colouring and styling of thier body armour indicating they were ODSTs.
He couldn't see thier faces as they were all wearing thier helmets, but he had a feeling that was the same group of ODSTs that had snatched him from the asteroid field in orbit.
As he approached the gathering, his comm array picked up the local chatter of instructions on deployment, and he immediately recognized the voice uttering those orders. He gave a slight nod to the man speaking as he made his way up to the front of the group.
"When will we be able to make top side?", he asked the pilot.
"We should shortly be able to make the descent as soon as the Incarnate reaches high orbit".
The Klaxon alarms started to blare loudly, flashes of red and blue reflecting off the walls of the hangar. The SPARTAN felt a slight vibration in his feet and heard a muffled clunk as the launch bay's floor began to retract, showing the rough, red surface of Makos below.
"Looks like it's right now", the pilot added. SPARTAN-079 remained standing in the door, looking out the windshield of the cockpit as the holding clamps released the dropship and they began thier descent to the planet's surface.
"Where are we touching down, soldier?"
"Our orders were to drop you and this contingent of marines off near the Banewulf's wreckage that crashed on the planet, to help locate any survivors and evacuate them. There was a situation not far from there that might have required your assistance, but the current UNSC and Covenant ground troops managed to put a stop to it. The Titan's Pride is taking care of the aft section of the ship up here. I believe the group of ODSTs who brought you onboard were also assigned to this SAR operation."
"Understood. We'll get ready for the drop." With that, The SPARTAN made his way back to his seat and secured himself, eyeing his Sniper Rifle resting next to him.
"So, then... does that answer your question, Ardrosa?"
"Yes, quite satisfactorily. Looking forward to kicking some serious butt, finally."
"Don't get too excited. We wouldn't want your program to suffer a recursive feedback loop or anything."
"HA! What's that I heard? A joke? Coming from you, Blackwell? What wonders never cease."
SPARTAN-079 felt his face get a little flushed with embarrassment at the uncharacteristic remark he'd just made. He was surprised himself that he'd said such a thing; he hadn't even thought of what he was saying, it was just the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh... come on, now. Don't feel embarrassed about it. I think it's kinda cute. Besides, it'll be our little secret. No one else needs to know you have this side to you."
Although she had no physical form at the moment, he got the impression that if she were able to wink at him, she would be. It was uncanny, but interesting at the same time, to know thier interpersonal dynamic had developed in such a way he could anticipate such things from her.
The SPARTAN quickly dismissed the moment as he saw the planet's surface approaching. He could feel the Pelican decelerate, and then the loading ramp opened up to reveal the dropship was hovering just a few feet above the ground.
Grabbing his Sniper Rifle and reattaching it to his back, he stepped out of the dropship along with the marines, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. About a kilometre away, he could see smoke, craters and Covenant bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, UNSC and Convenant scouring the remains for any weapons or other useful munitions.
Whatever "situation" there had been, the combined troops had apparently made fast work of it. Though he did not exactly like the fact they were co-operating with the Elites, who not too long ago were fighting against the UNSC, he had to admit that the current arrangement between them had proven to be very beneficial.
It certainly helped to even the odds, given the different species that still made up the reorganized Covenant heirarchy (those cursed Brutes now being at the top of the ladder), and also gave the UNSC troops a renewed sense of hope in that maybe not all was lost.
"Psst! Hey... sorry to interrupt your daydreaming there, but the marines have already moved off. We should probably follow suit."
"Of course. Thanks."
SPARTAN-079 scanned the area quickly, and saw the marines had headed off toward some small pieces of debris ahead and to thier right. A trail of some sort could be seen leading away from there. Another group of UNSC troops had already gathered atop a small hill, the colouring and styling of thier body armour indicating they were ODSTs.
He couldn't see thier faces as they were all wearing thier helmets, but he had a feeling that was the same group of ODSTs that had snatched him from the asteroid field in orbit.
As he approached the gathering, his comm array picked up the local chatter of instructions on deployment, and he immediately recognized the voice uttering those orders. He gave a slight nod to the man speaking as he made his way up to the front of the group.
Spartan137
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The large D77H-TCI Pelican landed with a slight jolt on the surface of the desert world, aproximatly 500 yards from the ODST congrigation. Leaping from the side of the Scorpion as Nick fired it up, Justin moved to the grip controls and released the M808B from it's magnetic clutches. As Nick backed the Scorpion away, Zach had climbed onto his Mongoose and drove it down the ramp onto the desert sand. Erika shut off the engines and climbed out of the ship. She grabbed her MA5C and slid it into it's storage position just behind the turret and climbed into the gunner's seat.
Nick spun the huge behometh of a vehicle around and began driving it towards the congrigation of ODSTs. Zach took off heading towards a range of nearby mountains to set up his sniping postion. No one stopped him. They all new he was good at smelling out fights before they happened.
Justin jogged up behind the Scorpion and lept up onto a rear track pod. The vehicle didn't even slow as his two ton collective wait bore down on the axles. He stood upright, clinging to the turret for support and zoomed his visor in on the collective of soldiers.
"Sir, I see mostly ODSTs in that group... I also see a SPARTAN." Justin spoke the last phrase after a pause. He wasn't aware of any nearby SPARTAN teams. "Sir, were there supposed to be any other SPARTANs in the area?"
"Negative, 137. I am just as clueless about this as you are. Can you get an ID number?" Nick also spoke hesitantly. If another SPARTAN in the area, then that meant ONI may have thought Gold team wouldn't be enough. The mere possibility of that scenario made him nervous.
"SPARTAN...079. Blackwell. Havn't seen him in a while." Erika had spoken from her position in the turret. She had zoomed her viewfinder to maximum to see the lone, green figure. "Whatever he's here for, his armor sticks out like a sore thumb."
Nick spun the huge behometh of a vehicle around and began driving it towards the congrigation of ODSTs. Zach took off heading towards a range of nearby mountains to set up his sniping postion. No one stopped him. They all new he was good at smelling out fights before they happened.
Justin jogged up behind the Scorpion and lept up onto a rear track pod. The vehicle didn't even slow as his two ton collective wait bore down on the axles. He stood upright, clinging to the turret for support and zoomed his visor in on the collective of soldiers.
"Sir, I see mostly ODSTs in that group... I also see a SPARTAN." Justin spoke the last phrase after a pause. He wasn't aware of any nearby SPARTAN teams. "Sir, were there supposed to be any other SPARTANs in the area?"
"Negative, 137. I am just as clueless about this as you are. Can you get an ID number?" Nick also spoke hesitantly. If another SPARTAN in the area, then that meant ONI may have thought Gold team wouldn't be enough. The mere possibility of that scenario made him nervous.
"SPARTAN...079. Blackwell. Havn't seen him in a while." Erika had spoken from her position in the turret. She had zoomed her viewfinder to maximum to see the lone, green figure. "Whatever he's here for, his armor sticks out like a sore thumb."
SGT Razor
Sr Member
The beastly silhouettes seemed to get bigger and bigger as they neared the squad of vulnerable soldiers. They started to get ancy until they heard the deep, calming voice of the Elite soldier over the comm. "Cease fire, we are friendly," it said. The squad lowered their weapons once again and acknowledged the massive veterans. The one who seemed to be the leader of the group made a perfect attempt at a human salute. "Greetings."
"Very impressive," the Lieutenant said as he returned the salute. "I've never seen quite a feat accomplished in such skilled hand-to-hand combat." The rest of Bravo lined up as if preparing for a surprise inspection. Boomer cleared his throat. "Right. We ain't much, but this is Bravo Squad. You already know who I am. This is Butkis or 'Boomer,' our explosives specialist, Anderson or 'Andy', our sniper, and Li, the 'techy'." And then to Li, "Can you carry on your mission?"
"I don't see any blood. No internal bleeding either. Took some morphine. I'll be fine." Razor eyed the makeshift splint Li had wrapped his ribs with. "Oh yeah, that. I found a medkit in the cargo bay. Seriously, I'll be fine."
"Alright, let's move out."
"Very impressive," the Lieutenant said as he returned the salute. "I've never seen quite a feat accomplished in such skilled hand-to-hand combat." The rest of Bravo lined up as if preparing for a surprise inspection. Boomer cleared his throat. "Right. We ain't much, but this is Bravo Squad. You already know who I am. This is Butkis or 'Boomer,' our explosives specialist, Anderson or 'Andy', our sniper, and Li, the 'techy'." And then to Li, "Can you carry on your mission?"
"I don't see any blood. No internal bleeding either. Took some morphine. I'll be fine." Razor eyed the makeshift splint Li had wrapped his ribs with. "Oh yeah, that. I found a medkit in the cargo bay. Seriously, I'll be fine."
"Alright, let's move out."
Assassin716
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(Sry about taking control of some character but i wanted to have a quick connection so you guys could have immediate control of your squads/character)
The battle in space was halted as a new contingent of covenant ships arrived in the sector. As for me and my squads we were working as fast as we could to get things in order.
'Alright we made it this far and have set up a temporary base. As for the Vice Adimiral...' I was cut off.
'Vice Admiral? Do you mean Valstaff?' Jason asked.
'Yes, seems he was promoted before he engaged the enemy. He has issued a regroup on the other side of Makos, so if we want evac or supplies we will have to wait till dark.' I continued.
I noticed something different walking up the hill. It was Spartan-079, whom we had rescued some hours ago. His armor seemed a little outdated, but from reports i read this armor type was one of the first and was still deadly. The light green sheen if gave off would have blinded me for a second but my visor blocked the reflection.
'Nice to see you again Spartan, how is everything?' I asked.
'Everything is green sir!' He replied.
'Good to Hear. Well as you can see we have established a temporary base of operations for this SAR mission.' I stated.
The Spartan took a good look around noticing the equipment, tents and make shift landing pads that the Pelicans were parked on. I slung malinda, my lucky sniper rifle from my back and looked at the smoke trail heading this way. I noticed two Spartans on the tank and made a guess that one more was driving it. It surprised me that the prototype super-carrier such as the Incarnate wasn't assigned any Spartans. I had received early notice that there was a spartan team heading this way, as for what reason is unknown, we were fine as is.
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'Bravo team this Delta 231, I have been granted the rights to drop you guys this warthog, or provide immediate transport , overheard some chatter about losing a Pelican transport. ODST First Lieutenant Akalar has set up temp HQ as for base of operations involving the Banewulf. Heading is just two clicks East of here. Over.' She asked.
The Pelican hovered in the air, stopping on bravos location along with a squad of elites, Delta 231 began descending the Pelican, as it hovered above the ground a few feet.
'Its your call boys, a lift or a hog...' she stated.
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I began laying out details to the Spartans that arrived, that they can begin a new course to the crash site, as I already had a scout team waiting there. I turned to face 079.
'Spartan-079, I would like to attach you to Zulu team, they are a lively bunch of marines. They could use a Spartans glare. They should be heading out on a few Warthog Troop Transports, they will be searching another section of the Banewulf, its about a click a way due north east. Radio in if you guys come across anything. Those are the only orders i have for you so, I'll see you soon.' I said.
The Spartan acknowledged with a 'Yes, sir', and walked over to Zulu team, which was packing some light equipment in the warthog transport. I took another look around, marines on perimeter patrol, some taking a nap waiting for their shift. The Pelicans were all taking a rest, except for one...Delta 231, I still couldn't get her out of my head, I should probably talk to her about it. I gave the signal to my two ODST squads and we loaded up in a few Warthogs and began our drive to the main crash site.
The battle in space was halted as a new contingent of covenant ships arrived in the sector. As for me and my squads we were working as fast as we could to get things in order.
'Alright we made it this far and have set up a temporary base. As for the Vice Adimiral...' I was cut off.
'Vice Admiral? Do you mean Valstaff?' Jason asked.
'Yes, seems he was promoted before he engaged the enemy. He has issued a regroup on the other side of Makos, so if we want evac or supplies we will have to wait till dark.' I continued.
I noticed something different walking up the hill. It was Spartan-079, whom we had rescued some hours ago. His armor seemed a little outdated, but from reports i read this armor type was one of the first and was still deadly. The light green sheen if gave off would have blinded me for a second but my visor blocked the reflection.
'Nice to see you again Spartan, how is everything?' I asked.
'Everything is green sir!' He replied.
'Good to Hear. Well as you can see we have established a temporary base of operations for this SAR mission.' I stated.
The Spartan took a good look around noticing the equipment, tents and make shift landing pads that the Pelicans were parked on. I slung malinda, my lucky sniper rifle from my back and looked at the smoke trail heading this way. I noticed two Spartans on the tank and made a guess that one more was driving it. It surprised me that the prototype super-carrier such as the Incarnate wasn't assigned any Spartans. I had received early notice that there was a spartan team heading this way, as for what reason is unknown, we were fine as is.
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'Bravo team this Delta 231, I have been granted the rights to drop you guys this warthog, or provide immediate transport , overheard some chatter about losing a Pelican transport. ODST First Lieutenant Akalar has set up temp HQ as for base of operations involving the Banewulf. Heading is just two clicks East of here. Over.' She asked.
The Pelican hovered in the air, stopping on bravos location along with a squad of elites, Delta 231 began descending the Pelican, as it hovered above the ground a few feet.
'Its your call boys, a lift or a hog...' she stated.
---
I began laying out details to the Spartans that arrived, that they can begin a new course to the crash site, as I already had a scout team waiting there. I turned to face 079.
'Spartan-079, I would like to attach you to Zulu team, they are a lively bunch of marines. They could use a Spartans glare. They should be heading out on a few Warthog Troop Transports, they will be searching another section of the Banewulf, its about a click a way due north east. Radio in if you guys come across anything. Those are the only orders i have for you so, I'll see you soon.' I said.
The Spartan acknowledged with a 'Yes, sir', and walked over to Zulu team, which was packing some light equipment in the warthog transport. I took another look around, marines on perimeter patrol, some taking a nap waiting for their shift. The Pelicans were all taking a rest, except for one...Delta 231, I still couldn't get her out of my head, I should probably talk to her about it. I gave the signal to my two ODST squads and we loaded up in a few Warthogs and began our drive to the main crash site.
Spartan137
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(Note to everybody, Sigma needs to bail out on this. I have now acertained Dufraine (We PM'd). At this point, I am going to bring a Covenant loyalist fleet in to disable the Pride's engines. The fleet will be destroyed, so don't worry about that. I am going to put the Titan's Pride down on the ground in a controlled fashion for repairs. Im not going to get to this untill thursday or friday, though. anyone requiring support, contact the temporary HQ headed up by Assasin's char.)
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