"Just... dust and echoes."
 This project, Kingdom of Broken Hearts, has either been cancelled, completed, or is totally inactive. Please refrain from editing or attempting to join it. Thank you. |
|
This fanfiction article, Kingdom of Broken Hearts, was written by Demakhis and Spartan G-23. Please do not edit this fiction without the writers' permission. |
|
Notices[]
Those who Brave the Cold[]
Introduction[]I remember the Artic IV Campaign. The cold, unforgiving wasteland that we battled for. The merciless blizzards that hit us. We fought, and died for that planet. We had originally treated it as a disobedient child, and paid for it in blood. In deep space there lies a planet. Frozen from years of neglect. There is some life a lone outpost of the UNSC and a small mining town, an oasis in a world of cold. There is more life on its way. Violent life, Savage life, Murdering life. The Planet will become thawed from for the fight and below the crust it will awake and consume. The Planet will be shaken and hurt to the core. More then one life will be lost these days. More then one heart will be broken. The Arctic IV Campaign I remember that, It was one of the most ill-prepared battles I have ever fought. We weren't ready for that kind of blood-shed. We treated the forces that opposed us like a shark would treat minnows, but it was the other way round. We payed for that mistake.... dearly Beneath the Frozen ground lies a ancient Forerunner installation hold thousands of sentinels waiting in stasis. A Alliance that has being in effect for severel years who will fight to the death for their Planet. A bunch of UNSC fighting for survival. One of these forces must fall or all shall fall Frozen to the secrets the planet holds. Force Composition[]UNSC[]Primary Commanders: Captain Ferris, Vice Admiral William Falconi, Artic IV UNSC Outpost
UNSC Battlegroup Kings Hearts
UNSC Second Assault Fleet Battlegroup Passchendaele - Vice Admiral William Falconi
Gray Team, Squad 6
1 UNSC Battle Cruiser
10 Halcyon MKIII Including the
6 Frigate MKII Including the
7 Destroyers MKII
4th squad, UNSC Quick Response Team QRT
Battlegroup Alamo
Battlegroup Bird UNSC Eagle- Gail Garrison, Paul Ustice
UNSC Falcon- Rose Reddicker
UNSC Raptor- Steven Caples
No Fleet UNSC Rapid Response FleetFreelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 19:17, 24 October 2007 (UTC)
Covenant Separatists[]Rapheals Guard[]Primary Commander: Rapheal
Fleet Of Righteous Fury-Led By The Arbiter and Le'Sua Adule(Freelancer Serial)
Fleet Of Incorruptible Faith 3 Assault Carriers
8 Frigates
2 CCS-Class Battle Cruisers
Artic IV Alliance[]Primary Commander: Ark'her Nest Queen, Nakai Supreme Commander, Jumenga Supreme Council Represenitive Ark'her
Nakai
Jumenga Armour Column
Lupin Spezielle Angriff Kraft
Forerunner[]Primary Commander: Decrepit Valor
Covenant Loyalists[]Primary Commander:Brute Chieftain Destromath Fleet of Undying Vengeance
Fleet of Glorious Life
Flood[]Primary Commander: Dualmind
Unknown Allegiance[]
Status[]Demakhis[]
Spartan G-23[]
Dubtiger[]
UNSC AI[]
Spartan-091[]
117649AnnihilativeRepentance[]
SPARTAN-077[]
User:Chief frank 001[]
Spartan 501[]
MasterGreen999[]
SPARTAN-089[]
Lordofmonsterisland[]
Stryker[]
User:Justanothergrunt[]
Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk"[]
Sgt.Johnson[]
Roleplaying[]1[]Iota Seven rolled around in her hard cot waiting to fall asleep. It had been 2 weeks since they left port at a little planet which they had recently defended. She enjoyed battle the adreniline pounding through her veins the cries of her enemies as they fell to her power. She did not like the goodbyes at the end of battle though, the fallen comrades the cold of a scorched and bloodied battlefield, the cries of lost and dying soldiers. It hauted her, the fact that she could die one day. She eventually fell asleep and slept like a log as usual, until her roomate a female ODST came in and sat down. "What are you doing here, I thought you were eating dinner, you left only 20 minutes ago," said Iota Seven still with her eyes closed, Her speaking startled the young ODST.
"Iota Seven I left an hour ago you must of been sleeping," She repiled with small voice. "Iota Seven i'm afaird that your roomate has died, there was severe plasma burns on the inside of her body mostly around her lungs," the doctor reported as he woke up Iota Seven.
"Thank you for telling me doctor..... so do i hav a new roomate," she asked as she wiped a tear from her eye. She walked back to her room her head hung low and the marines looking at her. As she arrived at her room she walked in to find a man sitting in her friends cot a bag of clothing in his hand.
"And you are SPARTAN-064 I presume," she said to the man sitting on the bed. Fireteam Zulu sat in one of the lounges of the ship waiting for something to happen. Hayate was making coffee which was a rarity since the war started, it was lucky they had recently saved a planet similar to earth. Hayate poured the coffee into a cup and started to drink the black liquid. She then poured a cup for each of the SPARTANs in turn then handed them out to the almost emotionless girls. "Thanks" they all said after she gave the plastic cup to the rough hands of the girls. "Your welcome," she said as she sat down and started to consume the liquid again. They sat like that for awhile before they finished the coffee. They headed off their spearite ways two to the firng range and two of to sleep. Several hours passed until a announcement came over the intercomm. "We will be making a small slipspace jump over to a planet that emitted a S.O.S several hours ago, all crew prepare for a slipspace jump," the voice of Captain Ferris boomed over the intercomm. The ship heaved as they started the slipspace jump little did they know this battle would be harder to escape then going into. -- 2[]Corporal Williams looked over the cold, desolate wasteland. A marine patrol had disappeared in the area. It was not called Wasteland Isle for nothing. The area was the most hazardous on the surface of the planet. He would be surprised if he found any of the marines at all. He moved forward when he felt a metallic object beneath him. He dug through the snow and was shocked at what he found. Both marines from the patrol. Dead. Small holes were blasted right through their armour. He looked through his scope just in time to see another creature fire its rifle. The UNSC Sherman exited slipspace with the battlegroup that it leaded. There were reports that some mysterious enemy attacked a small mining town on the surface of Arctic IV. The marines managed to fight them back but received heavy casualties. Admiral Chow would have his ass if he didn’t deal with this. Not only that but a marine patrol disappeared along with the marine sent to find them. Things were not looking good. “Major Peterson. I don’t give a damn whether your men would prefer being on the UNSC Spitfire than here but I am going to have you make an Orbital Drop near a small mining town on the surface of the planet.” Said Captain Jonathan Robichard. “Yes sir.” Replied the major. All one thousand ODSTs of the 501st ODST Battalion sped to the surface of the planet in their HEVs unaware of the horrors that lurked beneath its surface. The HEVs smashed into the surface. "All right people lets move out!" Ordered Major Peterson. A small shard very similar to a needler flew past Corporal Michael Harrison's head, hit his HEV, and exploded. He turned around an saw what looked to be a group of Ultra Grunt wielding M6D pistols and needlers. His squad opened fire with their Battle Rifles easily taking down the group. he heard other squads do the same and several ODSTs had flatlined biosigns. "Well boys looks like we have encountered hostiles." Cpl. Harrison said to his sqaud. --Staff Sergeant-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 3[]The Bizmark left slipspace folloowed by the battlegroup it lead. They had been through a tough fight, they had lost their Rear Admiral in a explosion that crippled the UNSC Harpcon the former leader of the battlegroup. So Captain Ferris had taken command and now lead the battlegroup with the UNSC Bizmark while the Harpcon was in repair. Captain Ferris looked through his bushy blue hair to see the totally white planet below them. Beside them was the other battlegroup that had already sent some of their troops down. "Prepare the some of the 432nd ODST Battalion for Orbital drop" said Captain Ferris in his monotone voice.
"Yes Sir anything else?" said one of the crewmen as sent the message to the ODST and prepared the HEV pods. Iota Seven awoke as the communicator on her wrist started to virbrate, SPARTAN-064 started to vibrate also. It was a encoded message tell them to be ready. At this command Iota Seven put on her Iota armour and started to prepare her weaponary. SPARTAN-064 went to the armoury and put on his MJOLNIR armour with the help of some crew there. He then armed him self with what he wanted, something really caught his eye. A sniper sitting in the corner two of them infact. It was the PSG-05 Sniper Rifle he grabed it and a BR55 battle rifle a couple of grenades and then left. As he was walking back he went through the hanger and saw about 100 HEV pods being perpared for planetary drop. 1st Lieutenant Shian Quak looked around, "Dam i hate it here already, why can't i be stationed somewhere warm like Australia II geez." he thought to himself. As he was walking he triped over something small and fleshy, it was one of those new aliens others had incountered. The snow behind him turned into water, a laser had flied over his head. "S@#&! what was that,crap" he thougth as he rolled around. The ground under Shian opened up and he fell thourgh. As he hit the bottom of the hole he hit his head and blacked out. The Soldier that fired the laser turned on his radio, "Sir we have a outsider in the tunnels,"
"We will send Honour Gaurd to dispach the intruder, hold tight their until they get there," said the voice on the otherside.
4[]Decrepit Valor awoke to the sounds of war; much had most likely happened in his slumber, although the Sentinel Minds seemed like nothing important had happened. Valor was quick to run sweeps of the endless tundra, and found not much; what was it that had awakened him in the first place? "Has anything of importance transpired in my dormancy?" he asked one of the Minds, but it simply replied no and was off to work once again; mysterious indeed... "Send out the Sentinels. It is time to reclaim the entirety of the structure..." Decrepit Valor ordered, and the icy land erupted into a hell of exploding ground, and swarms of Sentinels. At the exact same moment, a creature frozen in time stirred; the ballistic blasts of force caused by the rising Sentinels thawed the ice, and the creature spread its tentacles wide. "Free?" asked one head, "Freed from the icy chamber meant to be our grave..." the other answered, and both laughed in a weezy voice, unleashing billions upon billions of spores into the cold air. --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 15:35, 30 July 2007 (UTC)
5[]Marine Sergeant Riza Holden looked across at what little of the twilight sun showed and sighed. 4 years of Arctic IV, thats how long she had been here, there was hardly ever any fighting, which didn't bother Riza, but it was always the same, just walking around in the snow which continued to fall every day. She breathed and watched as the cloud of breath blew off into the distance, then pulled her face mask closer to her face and walked back to Warthog which she had parked a few feet away. The UNSC's numbers had dwindled ever since their first contact with the Arctic IV Alliance, an Alliance of species united in their want to control the planet, just like the Covenant, she told herself. That was another thing, the UNSC hardly even needed this planet, and they needed every man and woman to fight, so why were they here? --Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir) 6[]"Sergeant Riza command is sending down troops to the mining town i need you to go there with 20 men and meet them to make sure they have a casulaties free drop," Vince said over the radio to Riza as she drove her warthog back to base.
"Great just came back from the cold now i'm going back to the cold," she thought to herself as she muttered a quick Yes sir into the radio. "Iota Seven its time to go down," said SPARTAN-064 as he ran over to the hanger.
"Sure SPARTAN, lets run" yelled Iota Seven as she got up and grabed her gun. As she ran behind a wall a couple of Crystals shot infront of her exploding she came around the wall and shot the confused Grunt like creatures in the back with her pistol. A laser then scorched her arm completely tearing right thourgh her layers of armour and leaveing a bad burn and a slight decreasment of flesh.
"Dam that hurt," she thought to her self as she jumped out and shot a couple of rounds towards the rifleman that shot at her. -- 7[]"Warning! Hostile life-forms encountered; classification, Jumenga" the Sentinel Mind reported, and Decrepit Valor pondered for a small time. Old age was certainly affecting him; he was afterall, an old model. "Sentinel Colossi, I would think. Send several; their launchers will supply more than enough reinforcements. Are there other hostiles?" Valor replied. "Indeed; there are also Reclaimers and multiple Covenant as well" the Sentinel Mind answered. "They may present a greater threat... still. Send more Colossi, with Medics" Valor said. "Affirmative" the Sentinel Mind replied, and the Communication channel broke. "A wonder such primitive races would survive this long... our creators were the most intelligent... and they were overcome by the Flood..." Decrepit Valor thought in his mind, but then the obvious realization came. "The Flood!" he suddenly burst out, and he called back his Sentinel Mind. The spores filled the air, and the infection spread swiftly, constantly consuming more victims. Far away, the Command Form laughed; the Flood infestation was going to return to Arctic IV, and he would orchestrate it himself. --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 04:16, 31 July 2007 (UTC)
8[]With the orbital pods safely secured and the Marines and ODST's preparing to return to base, Riza walked away from the crowd and knelt down in the snow. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she sensed something was amis on Arctic IV, she looked off into the growing darkness and sighed, its just your paranoia she told herself then got back up and walked back to the Marines and ODST's. "Ready to get out of the cold for a change?" she asked them. "Yes ma'am!" they shouted in unison. Riza smiled, "mount up," she ordered in her voice which she rarely ever yelled in. The Marines and ODST's fell out and got into their assigned vehicles. She flicked her COM on, "Vince, their all safe, no injuries," "good, get them back to base, the mining town has informed me that the attack force was relatively small, the militia beat it back" that was some good news for a change, "Yes sir," she answered. She got into the drivers' seat of one of the Warthogs and keyed the ignition. It was oddly quiet on the journey back, with only the sound of the Warthog blazing a trail through the snow. When they finally approached Base, she was greeted with a sight which she has never seen before. Base was under attack. Columns of smoke rose from what she could only assume was fire, rifle fire resonated from behind the bases walls. The Marines and ODST's were speechless. Riza fumbled for the COM, she clicked it, "Vince, Base is under attack, I don't know who the hell is, but it is," she waited, "roger that, I'll try to get some troops from the flee-" The COM crackled and static took over. "Vince?" No answer. The Marine in the side seat looked at her, "course of action, ma'am?" "We're going in, lives are being taken in there," she answered. She understood at once. She was in charge of these men now.
Riza had seen particularly firce combat before, but what was going on inside Base was totally different from what she had seen. Small creatures that looked like little more then bloated sacs held up my tentacles rampaged through the base. They latched onto people and then after a while the person would be seem to be under their control. It fascinated and both horrified Riza at the same time. The courtyard of Base was in the most chaos, the Marine defenders had drove Warthogs into the courtyard and tried to set up barricades, but the creatures were everywhere and no tactics seemed to be working against them. But as Riza led the Marines and ODST's against them, one thing puzzled her the most, what were they? The UNSC had done little recon of the planet, but they had already documented some 50+ species, interesting for such a cold planet. Putting her wonderings at the back of her mind, Riza turned to the task at hand. Getting to the long-range COM in the Command Center would be their only chance of getting reinforcements down here. She radioed her plan to the other Marines and ODST's, they all approved. "Good," she said, "Stick together."
9[]The ODSTs led by Major Peterson began to move on towards the retreating enemies. Where did they come from? Why did they attack us? These questions would have to be answered before they could gain any information. As his forces moved they saw a new enemy. This one was massive and covered in hair. It had 2 massive arms which it used to swipe ODSTs away. Battle Rifle fire rang out as the rounds impacted the creature's flesh. After a while the creature fell down dead. "Great! More enemies!" He muttered to himself. The ODST advance was brought to a halt in order to tend to the wounded. Marine forces from Battlegroup Sherman began to create a makeshift base. Machine gun nests and artillery was placed all around it. They would be ready for any attack. Team Murmillo continued the chase. Even though the ODSTs were retreatind did not mean that they would have to. Their Mk. II SPI Armour kept them camoflauged from the hostile, alien species. James-G023 checked his MA5K's ammo count. Full. "Tuan, george, Will! Check your ammo supplies!" He said over the comm. "Full." His squadmates said at the same time. As they followed the retreating forces they went through a cave. Inside or underneath the cave there was a huge city with many new, alien species patrolling its streets. "Everyone! Stay down so that we can gain more info." He said. He checked the vidoe feed and it was working. With any luck this information would be sent to the UNSC Sherman and it could be used to counter this new menance. --Staff Sergeant-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 10[]"Rapheal we have scaned the planet for hostiles, we found them. The ship is still in active camoflauge and we have sent scouts down to further see the enemy," said Field Master 'Vordyee to Rapheal.
"Good keep the ship hidden, we will wait till the right time to attack, also send a minor to get my armour," said Rapheal still looking at the UNSC ships outside the front of the ship. Jumenga suits were being launched from Hangers 1-10. Hundreds of Spider Suits and Hundrededs of Gelgorg suits were launched. They flew to several locations across the planet. The mining town was surrounded be spider suits ready to fire at any moment. In the council room of the Arctic IV Alliance some of the Members were not happy. "Why have you deployed so little of your troops Nakai, we cannot only send Kanako to fight our battles, i myself have sent some of my available pilots to fight but that will not do it," said the Jumenga Supreme Commander to the council. He then got up and left for a break from the other species. He was tired of dealing with the Nakai thinking since they had the greatest miliatary force they would be the leaders.
"Sir Union City is divided the Nakai and the Jumenga are in a dispute over who really is fighting, It has not escalated to violence but there are high tensions," said a Jumenga Civilian. Dam creatures Vince thought as he put down his shotgun. The COM station had been attacked while he was talking to Riza, he looked over to his helmet which was broken in half on the floor. He picked it up seeing if the radio was broken, of course it was. He threw the helmet over to the side and looked at his dead staff. I served with these people for a long time now i'm the only one left, he thought. He looked at the COM station most of the equipment ruined., but some of it still useable enough to maybe send a signal to the fleet in space.... He started over to the COM equipment that was workin when a small creature jumped on his back and circled to his chest cavity slowly embedding its self into his chest. He grabed his shotgun from the wall beside him Oh no little green you not getting me he thought putting the shotgun to his chest and shooting the little green sack. it had hit him too putting a hole where his heart used to be. In the seconds before he died he pulled the pin of a grenade compelety incinerating his body but not damaging any of the equipment.
11[]"Open Fire!" the Chieftain, Destromath, roared, and 5 lances of concentrated energy shot out and destroyed a nearby Human ship. "Continue the advance! Leave nothing alive!" he roared a few seconds afterward, and he retreated to his inner sanctum as the ships in his fleet began decimating enemy forces. Within his massive chamber, there lay his Gravity Hammer, and a few feet away, suspended in the air by small gravitational devices, lay his ornate green armor, the names of all the Prophets etched in ancient Covenant calligraphy on the armor's surface. His eyes wandered to a name in particular, Gol Bekt; the name of the Prophet of Vengeance; his most favored master. It was a regret that he had been assimilated by the loathesome Flood. Regret... another Prophet... he was also assimilated from what Destromath had gathered. "Chieftain!" a voice called out, echoing in the large chamber, "What is it..." Destromath replied, turning around; there was a Brute Major kneeling before him. "More ships have arrived. Should we bring them into our fleet?" the Major asked; the answer could not be more obvious... Destromath drew out a Brute Shot and decapitated the Major, hanging his corpse on the ceiling, where many others lay; meaningless interruptions were punishable by death. The Chieftain spoke through the ship's COM, and told the crew to bring in the new ships. "What a wonderful symphony you are conducting..." a head of the Dualmind announced, "Wonderful screams..." the other replied as they watched the endless flow of Infection Forms move forward on the snow. The moaning corpses of the Combat Forms limped throughout the UNSC base, oblivious to the wounds adorning their bodies. A group of marines panicked and ran into a sealed room. There was a pause, gunfire, then screams, and finally, the doors broke down to reveal a group of new Combat Forms. In unison, the Dualmind's heads began to sing a long and deathly poem, their voices rasping and croaking the lines, distorting the words to the uttermost extent. As the never-ending verses echoed throughout the tundra, Sentinels rushed towards the Flood, trying to stem the flow of the Dualmind's grand composition. --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 00:32, 1 August 2007 (UTC)
12[]A tidal wave of sac creatures leaped at Riza and the Marines which she had brought with her. She was the first respond, with a lightning quick movement she had raised her Assault Rifle and fired. Dozens of sac creatures popped and splattered green slime onto the floor of the command center. She sighed and lowered her gun just as something screamed behind her. She spun around. One of the sac creatures had avoided her gunfire and latched onto one of the Marines, it crawled and seemed to absorb itself into his chest. Riza and the Marines backed away. The Marine transformed before ther very eyes, his skin turned a sickly yellow, his head lolled back and forth, and one of his hands has become a claw. The remaining Marines opened fire in unison. Bullets tore through flesh and sickly green slime spattered the walls behind, the creature collapsed onto the floor in a a twisted heap. There was no need for orders, all the Marines simply walked away and kept their eyes on their ammo counters and what was ahead of them. When they finally reached the Command Center, it was blatantly evident that the heaviest fighting had took place here. --Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir)
13[]Crap, he thought as the ship plummeted towards the icy orb beneath. It just had to happen now, didn't it? The Slipspace coils had burnt out, thankfully, after the battered corvette had emerged from Slipspace. But now, the engines had died as well. Right while they were over this hellhole, too. He glanced at the woman to his right, and patted her shoulder to reassure her. He hadn't seen her in... forever, really. They had been best friends for a time, but assignments had gotten in the way of personal matters. Well, he thought, at least we'll all die together. "I don't know about that!" the voice in his head shrilled. "Don't be so defeatist. I was able to reroute the controls to the emergency thrusters to the engine panel on the left. Either you put me down, or risk doing it yourself." He shook his head and smiled, glad that no-one could see. "I'll do it myself. Don't want to risk you here." Cracking his knuckles unprofessionally (something he had learned from Mendez), he reached his armored hands to the panel and toggled the three switches that controlled the powerful chem thrusters. A rumbling like thunder shook the corvette and shrieks of the metal armor tearing away pierced his sensitive ears. He closed his eyes tight and prayed that what he did might actually save them. With a heavy whump, the ship tore across the icy surface of the planet, gouging holes in the permafrost as it went. Two kilometers later, it finally slowed to a grinding halt. He got out of his seat, helped her out as well; then he stood aside as she kicked the escape pod hatch open. It was a short drop to the ground, one easily absorbed by their MJOLNIR armor. He looked around. Nothing. For miles on miles on miles. Just ice and snow and... smoke? He pointed and said, "There. Let's move." Nicole flashed her acknowledgement light and activated her emergency E-BAND transponder. Hopefully someone would pick them up. SPARTAN-091, SPARTAN-095, and the artificial intelligence known as Juliet had arrived. And things weren't looking any better than where they'd left from. SPARTAN-091 14[]'Ughmaee looked down at his armour, he and these pieces of hardened metal and energy have been through hell and back. But now he was not sure if his armour would fit him anymore, the thoughts and questions that were coursing thourgh his body had made his body grow. He was interupted by a new body aura entering his room. "'I would think you died by now, you and your crazy tatices of running straight into battle without a second thought, also throwing your self in the line of exterme fire to save a small minor," said 'Konoyee as he walked in with his armour already firmly on his body, two plasma rifles and a energy sword straped to his belt and a carbine tied to his back. "I do that because i'm a loyal soldier and not a coward like you," said 'Ughmaee with a slight smile on his face as he started to put on his armour. He felt a hand then connect with his head and he fell to the ground stunned. A Plasma rifle was then put to his head and words were whispered into his ear, "You are no more powerful then me do not push me." 'Konoyee then put the rifle back in his belt and walked out of the room. 'Ughmaee then got up and put on his armour, his head hurt. Damn that guy has some nerves he thought, he walked out of his room and off to the hanger. The door swished open and 1500 elites and 30 hunter pairs stood there looking up at a stage where 'Vordyee, 'Hertnee another zealot, 'Sedgee zealot and Rapheal stood waiting to address the crowd of warriors infront of them. "Our finest day, more enemies surrond us but we will prevail, This is our hour, this is where we will fight to the death, This is where they die!!" yelled Rapheal to the crowd apparently he had already given them a rousing speech already. The elites and hunters ran onto the Phantoms and some ran to Biosuits. They launched and some of the biosuits were equiped with the heavy weapons for ship combat. The phantoms soared down to the planet each elite itching for a fight. -- 15[]Waiting for the Spartans, and Juliet, are four other Spartans. One is armed with a BR55 Rifle, covered in Covenant blood, another armed with assault rifle, a third with a sniper rifle, and the last holding two M7s (SMG) loosely in his armored hands. Both Spartans know who he is from reputation alone. The Spartan with the Magnums gives his greetings. "Spartan-Group Lambda gives their... Warmest greetings," says the Spartan. The Spartan is not wrong to hesitate in finishing that sentence. All four members have obvious signs of close-quarter combat with Covenant soldiers. Their armor, especially their boots, have smudges of the Covenant's signature blue blood. Also their weapons, too, have blood stains. The appearance of the squad does not seem very warm at all. --Dubtiger 14:10, 4 August 2007 (UTC)
16[]Iota Seven dived out of the burning warthog, a large green fuel rod shot flew by her head and hit the warthog killing the marines inside. She pulled out her BR55 and pluged two brusts into the head of a elite. Dam didn't we have a alliance with these guys she thought as she pluged three more rounds into the elite killing it. A metal needle then flew right by her head and a small girl stood infront of her, another needle flew into her left knee. She tried to move her left leg but below her knee would not move, a needle then left the girls hand and went into her right elbow. That arm wouldn't move either she then felt many other needles fly into her body and then she couldn't move. "What did you do to me!" she yelled as elites grabbed her and moved her to a spectre side seat.
"Take her back to a Phantom and shut her up," said the girl in a slightly lower voice then a girl should sound like. She tried to struggle but to no avail, the elites threw her onto the phantom and she was brought to the Golden Sanction. SPARTAN-064 woke up What the hell happened last thing i remeber was landing in the HEV pod he thought has he got up. He whiped the snow from his armour, and looked around. Nothing but snow around here great, again perfect war conditions, he smiled he loved the smell of war. He looked around to see his Battle Rifle lying three feet away, he went over to grab it to find a cliff. Also on the cliff was his sniper, he picked that up and looked over the edge of the cliff. My god he thought as he looked over the edge to see the UNSC outpost in flames. It was a short jump from the the cliff to the top tower then he could climb into the tower and find what the base was under attack from. He jumped and landed rolling on impact, then climbed through the window. As he slipped in he saw a combat form straight infront of him, he pulled out he gladius and stabbed right thourgh the chest twisting the handle which made the blade spin killing the infection form instantly. "Boy this is going to be a long night" -- 17[]"This is Master Sergeant Riza Holden of the UNSC Base on Arctic IV requesting assistance from Battlegroup Kings Hearts, can anyone hear me, over?" The long-range COM crackled and spit more static, then a voice came through, scratchy but goood enough to hear what they were saying "conirmed Sergeant, reinforcements are on their way, if you don't mind my asking Sergeant, exaclty what is attacking the base?" Riza paused for a bit, she looked back at the Human barricade of Marines defending the door. She continued, "an undocumented species has attacked the base, they're small sacs that are held up by a few tentacles, they can latch themselves onto a different creature and after a while the sac-thing takes control of it, sorry sir, thats all we can basically tell you about at the moment.""I see," the voice said, "all our available reinforcements will be sent down, give 'em hell, Marines." The voice ceased and the static took over again. Riza sighed and looked out the window of the command center that showed the courtyard. Complete chaos was a word that best described it now. Several Marines had refused to be "taken over" and had promptly shot themselves. It hadn't mattered though, the sac-things just burrowed into their bodies and gained control. "We can't just sit in here and watch," she said to the Marines, "we have to fight 'em off until the reinforcements arrive." Riza actually saw a smile flicker across their faces, we were wondering when you were gonna give us that order." SPARTAN-077, Edward, found the planet they were descending to had some strange beauty in it. Strange, as he had read all available databanks on this planet and had found out that almost all the documented species on it were savage and had attacked both the other animals and the Humans on it. But yet, Edward did find the planet peaceful looking, the COM in his helmet spit some static and then came through clearly, "ETA 10 minutes, I recommend you guys get your gear packed up and ready," Edward didn't need too, so he took the time to look at one of the viewports to look at what else the Fleet has sent as reinforcements. It was impressive. 50 other Pelicans with troops attachments jammed full of troops. Edward did math figures in his head. Whatever had attacked the UNSC Base definately wouldn't have a chance against this. But, he reminded himself, I've beeen wrong. --Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir)( Ops completed) 18[]Tuan looked as the phantom flew away. 2 more started to come to the surface. "Great! More hostiles! Better take care of this fast." He muttered to himself. Tuan pulled out a surface-to-air missile and fired it at the first phantom. The dropship flew out of control and crashed into the surface before exploding killing everyone inside. The second phantom dropped several Minor elites and a single major elite. Tuan pulled out his MA5K and fired AP rounds at the elites. Even though his Mk II SPI armour offered slight invisibility the elites knew his location and opened fire with plasma rifle. "James! The cave entrance is hot! Repeat the cave entreance is hot! Find out whatever you needed to know down there then lets get out of here! I don't know how much longer I can hold these guys off." He broadcasted on the Team's comm. "Roger that Tuan! We are getting out of here. Admiral. Mind giving us some help?" Said Will over fleetcomm. The slight shadows of the others in their SPI armour came from the cave. A pelican landed and the team boarded it. "Take us to the UNSC Passchendaele! We have some information that Admiral Falconi might like." --Staff Sergeant-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 19[]"This is Battlegroup Montgomery we are exiting the slipspace. Request order mission to the admiral Falconi."The Battlegroup Montgomery was a large battlegroup assigned to the UNSC 14th nomad fleet. "We have 4 full division of marines for you!." The 80,000 marines of the Montgomery battlegroup are make contact with the groud deploying Scorpion thank, Cougar,hornet and Sparrowhawk, dresiing a perimeter for evacution of prisonner and dead the 4th armored division is now deploying a large front line. User:Chief frank 001 20[]"This is 'Vordyee calling Rapheal we have found the objective we are now sending recon lances down into the tunnels," said 'Vordyee into the radio comm. He repeated this message 3 times then gathered his own lance, he looked into the tunnel with the large Forerunner symbols carved right into the stone. The big metal door with large door handle, 'Vordyee put his hand on the metal door and turned the handle, pushed and walked into the dark. "Keep your head up, be ready for anything," Cautioned 'Vordyee as he drew his carbine and turned on a light. The rest of his lance did the same except some drew plasma rifles. As they continued walking their lights and the lights of other lances pierced the darkness the blue glow of the plasma rifles shadowing the split in the elites face. Then all hell broke loose, red beams shoot everywhere hitting the elites in the back of the group. They fell down dead as a doornail, the elites started firing destorying the sentinels in seconds. "Casualties report," said 'Vordyee as he reloaded his carbine.
"2 elites dead, 3 wounded," said the minor beside him. "We are going back to the entrance and getting medical care for the wounded, then we will wait for Rapheal to come then we will get farther without triggering the defensive precautions" said 'Vordyee as they retreated back to the entrance. -- 21[]Sentinels swarmed from every crevice; large clouds of them could be seen in the sky. Almost around the whole planet the Flood Infection had spread, and Decrepit Valor was annoyed. "Initiate Protocol... inform the Monitors; the Installations should be put on standby" Valor muttered. The Dualmind continued the unending death poem, unthinkingly destroyed millions of Sentinels with its massive tentacles. "Forever... on and on... death is infinite..." the poem dragged on. It could now be heard from all points on the Planet, echoing through the ice. --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 00:18, 9 August 2007 (UTC) 22[]Aww shit... Flight Officer Third Class Jace Williams looked out the cockpit of his Broadsword Heavy Fighter, and felt his stomach plunge as more Loyalist ships burst from slipspace, and formed up with the main groupen. He looked out his port viewport, and spotted the two other flights of his squadron flying barely sixty meters off his wing. Suddenly, a voice yelled over his comm. “Contact! Three Tarzan squadrons heading our way!” Came the voice of Juan Diego, the comm, thick with his accent even with the distortion they put on it to fool eavesdroppers. Jace glanced down at his screen, and saw that Juan was indeed right; thirty six Brute Fighters were headed for them. “All right Demons set the table! Arm ASGM-11 missiles! Load Cannons and power up your Anti-Shield Rays! Set them to maximum spread!” Said their squadron leader, William Stort. Jake Complied, flicked a switch, and keyed in the arm code for the ASGM-11s. He peered up at his readouts, and saw that the enemy fighters were at three thousand klicks and closing. “Hold firm and fire on my mark!” ordered Stort, but Jace was barely listening. His eyes were glued to his readouts, and as he watched the numbers scroll down, his hands tightened around his pilot yoke. The range dropped to a thousand meters, and he felt the yoke get slippery with sweat. Silently he cursed himself. He was a veteran of dozens of fighter battles, why was this one scaring him so much? He couldn’t figure out why, but he had an odd feeling in his pit of his stomach. “Steady…steady….Fire!” Yelled Stort and Jace pulled the trigger on his firing stud. Four ASGM-11 missiles streaked out from each fighter in the squad; forty-eight trails of fire. The missiles closed to two hundred meters with the enemy, and Stort called out: “Anti-Shield Rays away!” Jace slammed down on the ESDWR stud, and watched as a dozen golden beam lanced out to meet the oncoming Tarzans. The ESDWR fired at velocities incredibly high, so it reached the enemy ships in milliseconds. Each shot struck its mark, guided by reverse-engineered Covenant plasma guiding technology. The Tarzans shields flickered and went out, and half a second later the missiles impacted. The missiles shredded the enemy formation. Fireballs, eerily silent in the void of space, expanded and engulfed enemy fighters. “Break formation and engage!” came Stort’s command, and Jace rolled away from his squad mates. He zeroed in on one of the Tarzans, and pushed the engine to redline to get there. He streaked in, and opened up with his 180mm superheated rotary cannons, and red flashes zoomed towards the Tarzan. They slammed into the Tarzan’s unshielded form. Superheated metal punctured the Tarzan’s armor, and it twisted off course as it oxygen vented into space. Jace looked around the battlefield, and saw his wingmate Jamie Merrill being pursued by a Tarzan. Slamming the stick forward, he shot towards Jamie like a bullet fired from a gun, and unleashed a hail of red hot metal. The shots tore into the heavy rear armor of the Tarzan, and had almost no effect. He continued to fire, but kept a close eye on his readouts, and saw that his 180mms were dangerously close to overheating and exploding. Cursing, he did not lay off the 180mms, but switched them down to normal bullets instead of superheated ones. He continued to fire, but the weaker bullets did even less than the heated ones had. Cursing, he opened up a tight beam channel to Jamie. “Jamie, put all your power to rear shields and decelerate into this guy, I can’t get him from back here.” Jamie’s voice came back full static but understandable. “Roger that, diverting power to shields.” Jace was glad that it was Jamie piloting. He was not good at all at making strategies, but he could keep his head on straight in combat and trusted Jace with his life. God I hope this works... Jamie cut all power to engines and slammed his reverse thruster to full power. Jace was impressed at how fast he transitioned. The Tarzan slammed into Jamie's ship, and there was a bright gold flash as Jamie's shields went out, and then he was spinning. Jace put on his afterburners, and shot after the careening Tarzans, and fired a single superheated shot straight into the fuel tank. The thing detonated beuatifully, and Jace soared past, it and looped around, then took a moment to glance at his sensors. It was all clear. Smiling, he listened as Major Stort's voice came over the comm. "Form it up on my wing Demons, reverse wedge formation." Jace nodded inside his cockpit, voiced his compliment, then settled into his place in the formation. Spartan 501 00:26, 9 August 2007 (UTC) 23[]"Sir Taurus-Class Biosuits are ready to launch, we can intercept the oncoming UNSC ships," a Major Domo said as he pulled out the last fuel line connecting to the biosuits. "Good launch at my command, get the normal armed ones on the fighters and the heavy suits in the back, make a heavy fire attack on one of the Loyalist Destoryers attack till it's sheilds are down then radio us," said 'Konoyee to the pilots. The Biosuits turned on their engines and 80 of them launched in the first wave then another 80 launched. They stayed around the ship till all were launched and then headed of in the direction of the last known coordinates of the UNSC fighters. The ones with normal weapons sped up, targeting the Broadswords as they came down on them like hawks. Lines of Pelicns streamed down on the UNSC outpost dropping soldiers, warthogs, ammo and most importantly 4 SPARTANS and 25 MK II Ferris Combat Bike. The SPARTANS dismounted the pelicans and grabed a Combat Bike one for each, they looked at each other a nodded. If you looked hard enough you could almost see the SPARTANs smiling. They reaved up their engines and sped of into the base, the corridors were just large enough to hold one bike at a time. As they progressed farther and farther into the base their encounters with Combat Forms got closer and closer together, but they would always just fire their machine guns and blow the forms apart, there isn't much organic creatures .45 rounds can't blow apart. As they drove along the corridors they heard gunfire coming from a room off to their right. They made a sharp turn and found Sergeant Riza and some marines in a battle with some flood. They turned the corner and fired 8 round burst from the front mounted machine guns ripping apart the surprised flood. "Good to see we have our reinforcements," said Riza as she shot a dead combat form again to make sure it was dead.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but we were sent here before you radioed in that message," answered the apparent leader of the group. --
24[]Looking around, Edward could clearly see the destruction the recent battle for the UNSC base had caused. Marines were busy dousing fires and elping wounded while others piled the dead into heaps. He turned in time to see a Marine with the Master Sergeant medal stride towards him. He snapped a crisp salute, she returned it. "At ease, soldier," she answered and he lowered his hand, "I guess our call for reinforcements came through?""Yes ma'am, we're what they sent down."She nodded, satisfied, then seemed to remember something, "I'm Riza, by the way, Riza Holden." She stuck out a white gloved hand, he accepted it. "Edward," he said. He looked over at one of the corpse heaps, Riza stepped up next to him "alot of brave men died here today, but I think we actually got something out of this," she said. "Whats that?" Edward asked. "This was one of the first victories in a long string of losses, I think everyone at least has some hope now." Edward heard the crunching of snow under boot and turned, a Marine Corporal ran towards them. "Ma'am!" the corporal shouted and saluted, "at ease, soldier," Riza answered, then she asked "what is it?" The corporal regained his breath then spoke up "these creatures," he kicked a nearby dead one "didn't only attack us, they've gone elsewhere, they've gained control all the local species, and their spreading." --Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir)( Ops completed)
25[]The 112th, now flying in a pyramid formation, sped towards Artic IV, and on his scanners, Jace found one thing between them and it. A shitload of enemies. However, these were like no combatants he had fought before. The were humanoid machines, with a vague similarity to elites, but unhunched. They were approaching the 112th and were several klicks ahead...and energy signatures from their area were getting stronger. So strong in fact, it could only mean one thing. "Break!" Yelled Major Stort as the enemies open fired, and lances of plasma shot towards the 112ths position. But they were no longer there. Over 25 Years of fighting in the cockpit had honed their reflexes, and familuarized themselves so much with each of eachothers individual nuances of speech so that they were able to know Major Stort's full command before the word was halfway out of his mouth. They broke formation instantly and in unision, shifting from orderly squadron, to swarm of ships. Their orientation was such that the enemies were "down", but Jace quickly killed that orientation. During training, they had learned that orientation was but a state of mind, and to constanly change yours around to give you an edge over your opponents. He changed so that the enemies were now "above" him, and attacked with lightning speed. The rest of the squadron were doing the same thing, and flashes of red, white vapor trails, and golden flashes erupted from the ships, and slammed into the enemy group. The suit-like enemies struck back, and launched a cloud of plasma into the 112th's loose swarm formation. Jace flipped and Juked around wildly, but even dodging 99% of the shots, the shear volume and skill of the gunners paid off, and several shots struck his Broadsword. Cursing, he heard insistent beeping, the the lights in the cockpit change to a red color and began pulsating. His shields had held, but just barely, and they were at two percent. Flipping several switches, he accelerated straight towards one of the suits, which was now barely 500 meters infront of him. He jammed down the firing stud, and sent several bursts of 180mm superheated shots soaring towards the enemy ship. Then seconds before impact, he fired his ESDWR, and with a golden flash, the suitlike ship was gone. He smiled. The 180mm slugs slashed through the biosuits armor, melted critical components, and fused the pilot to the ship in a sticky gooey mess. The ship finally exploded, sending flaming shrapnel everywhere. Suddenly, a lance of plasma soared past his viewport, and he looked behind him and saw one of the suitlike ships had dropped onto his tail. Cursing wildly, he flipped onto his belly, and reoriented once again. The enemy ship was now above him, and he was going down. He twisted madly, jerked, faked, and swerved, but the determined ship stayed with him. Another shot flashed past, and he realized time was running out. He slammed his foot down on the thruster peddle, flicked a switch, and sent his engines into redline. He gained 500 meters, then the ship started to gain again, so, as warning indicators flashed across his screen telling him of an iminenent engine meltdown, he twisted, rolled, and spiraled so that he now faced his pursuer. Unconsiouslly, he once again adjusted his orientation, so that he was now on a level plain with the enemy fighter. As they both charged, firing their cannons, he remembered an old fact. 50% of Stafigther Casualties occur on head on battles. Pushing the thought from his mind, he continued to fire, twisted, jerking and juking all the way. Superheated slugs slammed into the alien ship, causing semi-transparent ripples on the armor, but the lunatic just kept coming. Funny coming from me, I don't even have shields right now. Seconds from impact, he continued to fire, and wondered why the ship hadn't broken off yet. Then he realized, this guy was alot more expendable than he was. However, even expendable soldiers valued their own lives. Only those with crazy senses of honor were this suicidal--suddenly it all clicked. It was an elite piloting, not a brute, and must be some kind of power suit--no a bio suit. Cursing, he tried to break off but it was to late. Suddenly, a golden light flashed from the corner of his eye, blinding him, then suddenly, heat surrounded him, and then...it was over. He shot out of the cloud of heat that the bio suit had left behind when it detonated and heard cursing in his ear. "Jace you lously bastard, you almost got yourself killed." said Lisa Mill over the comm. He smiled, then answered: "Thanks for the save, now please stop screaming in my ear." She didn't stop, in fact her cursing intensified, until Major Stort put an end to it. Pipe down, you can settle this after the mission is done with. I just got a transmission from a corporal down on the ground. They said that a huge army is on its way to their position. We're going to thin it out a little bit." Jace silently thanked the Major for saving his ass from Lisa, then signaled he had received and understood the order. Then, the bad feeling finally gone, he follow the major down into the atmosphere, leaving the bio suits far behind. 26[]Night had fallen by the time Lambda and G/06 Squads stumbled into the firefight along the UNSC firebase's perimeter. It had been a long hike from the downed Valiant Triumph to the smoky battlefield, but the SPARTANs still performed at peak condition. The Covenant attackers truly did not stand a chance in hell, as the supersoldiers ripped them apart with sniper fire, shredder rounds, and fragmentation grenades. Jared finished bashing in the skull of a Grunt and trudged through the blasted outer perimeter. He saw the Flood corpses and the piles of dead Marines and swore quietly. This would be another long fight in the string of long fights that made up his CSV. He hated Flood with a vengeance. Moving onwards, his weary eyes fell on Master Sergeant Holden. He flipped on his outer speakers. "Master Sergeant. What's your situation here? I've got five SPARTANs here that are waiting to help, and since I don't particularly want to take charge here, I'll just follow your suggestions." SPARTAN-091 27[]"Leave the humans, we must consentrat on the Brutes," yelled 'Konoyee over the radio as the heavy units started to take fire from the Brute Tarzans. Almost instantly the other bio-suits turned and started to fire on the Tarzans knocking serveral out of commision. The more bulky and slow moving bio-suits then opened fire on one of the Brute Destoryers as the more agile suits kept the Tarzans occupied. Streaks of brilliant, white-hot plasma pounded the side of the Destoryer, the sheilds started to flicker but did not die. Then another brust of plasma exited the nozzle of the heavy guns hitting the shield and further lowering the shields. They suits fired again this time nocking the shields completly out. "Sir the shields are out," said one of the Heavy Bio-suits through his comm. "Good we will now fire Plasma Torpedoes so get out of the way," 'Kenoyee said through the comm and turned around signaling to the crewmen to start loading the torpedoes. This was going to punch a hole right through those head strong Brutes. "SPARTANs I have a mission for you," said the small holo image of Captain Ferris. Captain Ferris was talking to Fireteam Zulu on the holo emmiter which was standered issue for any SPARTAN in his fleet. The strange little device had been found by Captain Ferris after a large battle with the Covenant. He had given it to his father who ran Ferris Manufacturers, they had copied the technology almost perfectly now thsi was the way he commincated with his most covert soldiers. "I need you to find Iota Seven she hasn't reported back since she left the city, if the worst has happened as i fear then bring back the body if you can, that is all," and with that the image of Captain Ferris dissappeared. The SPARTANs got on their bike and drove as fast as they could right off the hill the base was built on straight down to the city, they would start the search there. --
28[]As the 112th approached the planet, Jace's scanners began to pick up bio signs towards the equator of the planet. He also picked up CNI Transponders from troops down on the surface, and noted the positions of highest density. Jace kept in formation, which was a loose spread formation, with two rows of six, and watched as the bio signs grew stronger and stronger. Finally, they peaked so high that Jace literally could not detect anything else. They descended through the atmosphere, and once they reached the Troposphere, they found a very low fog front had descended to only two thousand meters above the ground, but completly eclipesd a nearly 30 mile area. They kept their course, and entered the thick fog. Switching off the bio sensors, as they were now overloaded, Jace switched to CNI Guidance, and kept a careful eye on the position of his wingmates. Finally, with a poof of the fog, they cleared it, and were in open sky. Then he saw them. There were hundreds of them, thousands, millions, pherhaps billions, a huge mass of sickly green forms, mutilated behond all belief. They swirled below him, their numbers dazzling and horrorifing. They moved slowly, and stretched on for over a thousand miles, marching towards the highest densities of CNI signals. "Oh my god..." sputtered Daniel Thorp. "The flood." said Jace. "They must have ravaged the local animals...they must have consumed every biomass on the continent...and they probaly had a feeding ground here..." said Juliett Wagner. They technically weren't supposed to know about the flood, but the squadron had contacts in admirality that let them know about classified things. They knew about dozens of things: The Spartan IVs, and their untimely demise, the Spartan II Class IVs, the Spartan IIIs, the forerunners, and many more. Top that off with several different ops where the flood got involved, they would have to be stupid not to recognize them imediatly. Jace sat still, unsure what to do next. But Major Stort did. "One flight, on me, take the farthest south triquant, two flight take the fartheset east triquant, three flight, take the rest, use the Plasma Saturation Bombs, and lets wipe these bloaks out!" The squadron split, and began dropping experimental plasma saturation bombs. These weapons completely ininerated everything within a mile and a half radius, and each of them carried 32 in their bomb bays. They were the most powerful non-nuclear bombing weapon the UNSC had, but they didn't have enough of them to get them into regular serivce. Fire rained from the heavens as the 112th dropped their payloads, and below, it showed. The bombs detonated, kiling thousands of flood, literally incinerating them in milliseconds. Mushroom clouds of plasma ballooned upwards, and superheated plasma melted the ice below, leaving craters miles deep in the ice. Each bomb killed millions, if not more, flood on impact, but the sheer numbers astounded Jace. How had they gotten so much bio-mass so quickly? He concluded that there must have been a huge population of underground animals. It took twenty five minutes for them to finish bombing and regroup, and even after devasating around 576 miles of ground, there were still thousands of flood. This was way out of hand, they'd either have to meet the flood head on, or nuke the entire place from orbit. They continued to fly over the flood cloud, and took hundreds of sensor readings, feeding all the data back up to the fleet in orbit.
29[]"So, Janette, what's the situation?" As the UNSC's Quick Response Team's 4th squad slowly descended towards the surface in their Pelican, CJ began to wonder why in particular they were being sent. The UNSC had been throwing everything they had into battle, including the QRTs. They were the elites. The best soldiers in the Corps, and your best choice for an op short of a team of SPARTANs. But, the Spartans were already here. Why did they need his team? He looked to his left and right. These nine men, and woman, of his had been through a lot. Something, however, worried him. Something seemed desperate about the message sent by the commander of the fleet. He wondered what the problem was. "Oh." He looked out the viewport of the Pelican to see a wasteland covered in snow and blood. However, that and the bodies didn't catch his eye; it was the massive Covenant army. He saw aliens of every shape and size marching towards 4th squad's destination: The UNSC Resupply station. "Janette, you might want to step on it." ... About a half hour later the team landed, with the Covenant mere minutes away. "Ok, Janette, we're good to go. I suggest you get out here." "Aye, sir!" The Pelican slowly lifted off and turned, ready to leave... It didn't. Without warning, Seraph and Banshee fighters from every direction appeared, and began launching plasma torpedoes at Janette, unable to fire back. In less than a second, her Pelican exploded in a ball of fire. "Janette? Janette! Soldier, respond! I gave you an order!" But he knew it was hopeless. She wasn't going to answer. She was gone. He turned to face his team. "Soldiers, what say we get a little payback?" He said as he hefted his MA5C Assault Rifle. "Ooh-rah, sir!" The entire team replied simultaneously. "Well, then, lock and load. We've got a job to do, soldiers, and those Covenant won't just blow themselves up, now will they?" 30[]"Itis good to see you here Rapheal," said 'Vordyee as he stepped back from the etrance to the cave. They had made a base camp around the entrance, and three hundred elites stood gaurd in and around the camp most majors. "Where is 'Ughmaee, he will be part of my lance also call up 30 majors to come in with us," said Rapheal as he pulled out his jin. The 30 majors gathered, 'Ughmaee came with red blood splashed over his armour and already supporting some new wounds. "We will go in and always stay behind me when we reach the Vault set the explosives to max damage then if that does not break it open work away at it with you energy sword, is everyoen clear," yelled Rapheal as he put his hand on the door. A general roar told him they understood so he push. The door opened to reveal darkness yet again, put this time atleast 40 sentinels came out fireing. Rapheal jumped up and cleaved 2 of the straight thourgh be slahing the first one with her jin the useing the momentum to spin around and cleave the next one. 'Vordyee drew his enery sword and chucked it as hard a he could at a sentinel it hit it deactiving the sentinel instanly then jumoed up grabed the sword and pulled out his carbine and emptied a clip into the ones around them. 'Ughmaee pulled out two carbines and began to shoot both of them, he down maybe 4 in 2 clips. The rest were finished off be the 30 majors around them now 29. Dam a casualtie already and were not even inside thought 'Vordyee as the went inside to find the object the came here to look for. This Planet will hold many surprises yet to be discovered thought Rapheal as he walked down the metal catwalk looking down into a tunnel that held thousands and thousands of catwalks, the tunnel might go straight down to the core. --
31[]The odd collection of Spartans, Marines, and ODST's in what remained of the Command Center briefing room was the perhaps the strangest Riza had seen. Amazingly, everyone seemed to be getting along well, the Spartans and ODST's and the ODST's and Marines. Good, they'd all need cooperation if they were gonna win this war against these creatures which some of the Spartans said were called "Flood."The name certainly fit their tactic all right. Finally she laid down the map she had been carrying. "Gentlemen, this meeting has been called to determine a strategy to defeat these "Flood", if anyone can find one, the time is now." No one spoke, She went on "does anyone here actually know where they came from?" One of the Marine Sergeants spoke up "a couple bomber and fighter squadrons were kind enough to do recon for us, they reported a large....hole had opened up, sending Flood out in intelligible numbers." Riza considered this information, one of these Spartans said, "ma'am, perhaps a strike against the hole would be the right tactic, staying on defense will just give them time to muster more forces, but its your call." Another soldier, an ODST, said "ma'am, we've also had reports of thousands, perhaps millions of small and large flying robots in the immediate vicinity," "are they hostile in any way?" Riza asked him. "No ma'am, at least not to us, but I believe recon said they were fighting the Flood." Riza didn't know what the robots were or who had made them, but she was definately thankful for the help they were giving them. She decided for a few minutes on her course of action, then finally said "very well, were assaulting the Flood hole, get all the vehicles and soldiers we can, if the armory has an FURY Tac nukes, bring those too, we're leaving in half an hour, fall out!""Yes ma'am!" they all shouted. Riza rolled up the map and tucked it under her arm and strode out of the briefing room. "Nice speech," said a voice behind her, she looked around, Edward stood there, arms crossed, helmet off. Riza nodded, "when your the commander of a bunch of Marines, speech-making is something you gotta know.""I can see." Edward answered. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 32[]QRT 4th squad had hastily set up a defensive perimiter around the base with the 2 dozen or so Marines stationed at the base. The Covenant were approaching from the east, so a barricade was made of several dozen Warthogs, and every non-flammable material they could use to keep the Covenant out. Of course, this was a temporary defense. It was only a matter of minutes at best before the Covenant broke through. But when they did, Duncan and McCully would use two MGs to mow down the first hundred or so through the door. Once they ran out of ammo, the Marines and the rest of the QRT would charge and face the Covenant close up. Meanwhile, CJ and Ricky, the only two efficient snipers on the team, would keep the rest of the team's backs covered, and pick off any high-ranking Covenant they could spot in the group. ... 10 minutes passed, and the barricade began to blow red. They'd be through any second. CJ just hoped his team was ready for the thousands of Brutes, Hunters, and who-knows-what else coming through that barricade. The metal erupted in flame as an incendiary grenade burst through, and countless Grunts came streaming in. Duncan and McCully opened fire, cutting down hundreds, maybe thousands of them. As the last Grunt fell, the two Marines ran out of ammo. The Covenant knew this, and the Brutes began trickling in along with even more Grunts. The entire group charged, tearing the first few ranks to shreds, and wounding those as far back as 40 feet past the barricade. It was an unending hail of bullets, and even the Brutes could only take so much. Then, Hunters came. They soaked up the bullets like sponges, without so much as flinching. They just kept coming, until they got so close nothing could dodge them. Over 20 Fuel Rod Beams fired at once, killing 15 Marines, and Lopez, on the spot. CJ took aim and began firing, and along with Ricky, downed the Hunters in under a minute. However, the Marines had taken a brutal blow from the Hunters, and the Covenant attacked with renewed vigor. The Marines fought valiantly, but were slowly pushed back. Soon enough, they found themselves trapped in the station's HQ, desperately holding off the Covenant army. They had killed most likely thousands, and there were still thousands left. CJ made a quick head count: 7 Marines, and his team, Minus Lopez and McCully. Damn. I've gotta think of a way to get out of here. There's no way we can win this. As he was still pondering, the Covenant broke down the door to the Station, and came pouring in...
33[]"112th, break off and return to base!" Major Stort's command came through slightly staticky over the comm, and Jace pulled up away from the flood horde and turned off his scanners. Settling into parade formation, Jace followed Major Stort as they headed back to base. Jace's Broadsword buffered and swayed in the harsh climate, despite it's powerful engine's and stabilizers, and Jace hoped with all his heart he would not have to dogfight in this snowstorm. Sighing, he clicked on his thermal scannners, and watched as the red blob that was command began to get ever closer. Several minutes later, he began to see the base's outline dimly through the heavy snowfall. The outline steadily became more visible, and then Jace took in his fighter. Swooping low over the base, the 112th soared in a lazy circle, signaling the base for permission to land. "112th, you are clear to land." said a tired broadcaster on the other side, and Jace settled his fighter onto the landing pads, which were really not much more than elevated strips of metal. The pad was covered with ice, and as Jace settled down, his powerful stabilizer thrusters melted it to sludge. Flicking a switch to put the landing gear heaters on maximum thaw, so that the ice wouldn't reform, he made his way to the cramped back of the ship. Passing the weapons locker, he selected and MA5K Assault Rifle, his favorite weapon, and slung it over his shoulder. His had been modified for this mission with a snow white paint job, as had his AV suit and the rest of the 112th's AV suits. He reached the back, and pressed down the opening stud. Cold frigid air flooded the Broadsword as the hatch opened and the ramp descended, and Jace shivered, and turned his Pilot AV suit up to maximum heating. Still cold, he descended the ramp and looked around. The 12 Broadswords of the 112th rested in a circle on elevated pads like Jace's. It was snowing as far as the eye could see, and the snow reached his knees. Thankful for the spacetight slightsuit, Jace cruched his way to the middle, where the others were gathering. "...and the seal said, you sure all snowy!" said Matt Jacobs and Jack Moran simultaneously, and all the chatter stopped at the horrible joke. Sam Herrin gave a tiny chuckle, and the chatter continued. Jace looked around, and noted what everyone was doing. Lisa Mill, Juliett Wagner, Griff Dedman, and Daniel Thorp were gathered around a table playing cards, Jamie Merril and Jenson Cramer were observing and placing bets, Matt Jacobs and Jack Moran were joking amongst themsevles, and Major Stort and Juan Diego were looking over a holographic repersenatation of the flood horde and what appeared to be a giant hole. Walking over to join them, he listend to Major Stort speak. "...where the flood appear to be coming from, and the source of our big herd of enemies. The ones we took down were feasting on an annual migration of animals to the equator, but most of them came from underground, where the vast majority of the animals live. An assault is going to be spearheaded in about fifteen minutes. I've had technicians replace our ordance with high yeild Moray Atmospheric Bombs, which cover about 200 square meters. We'll be providing air support and...oh, hello Jace." Jace walked up and looked over the holo more carefully, and Major Stort pressed a button on it. A simulated assault appeared, with the UNSC forces attacking the hole, and the 112th doing there best as air cover. Jace watched for several more seconds, then turned to Major Stort. "What's our role sir?" Major Stort grunted low in his throat, then spoke. "We'll be providing air cover and nuking the site if we have to. We all have a Shiva onboard, as you know, but we need authroization to use it. The target of the assault, as you may have gathered, is this hole." Major Stort pointed to the simulation, and Jace nodded. "I have sir." he responded. "Good," said Major Stort. "Go and inform your flight about what's happening, Juan, you do the same. Get into your fighters and do some flight simulations of the battle, you'll need them." With that, the Major turned and began typing on a small datapad he had with him, and Jace walked off and informed his flight of what he had learned.
34[]SPARTAN-064 jumped down onto his warthog, he had all the essentials for this mission shotgun, sniper rifle, assualt rifle, smgs, rocket launcher, battle rifle and his sword. Most of these weapons were stored in his bike in the weapon slots with a hell lot of grenades, if the time came when he would need to destory the bike it could go out with a bang, he put one more thing in 15 pounds of C12. Dam this was going to be one hard battle. He was to do recon that was his job, he drove off leaving the rest of the attacking force behind. He drove fast as he could, the Emergence Hole was only 80 miles away. As he sped along the ground under him began to shake, oh crap why didn't i just take the squad of marines with me, he thought to himself as a 5 meters wide, 10 meter long gaint flood worm blew itself out of the ground. He pulled out a magnum and shot were he thought the infection form would be. AS he shot pieces of green goo came out of the place he shot and a dead infection form fell out but the beast did not stop instead it reared up and tried to crush SPARTAN-064, the bike and the 15 pounds of C12 inside the bike. He just swerved out of the way before the beast fell. as he drove past this huge flood creature, he saw we killing only one was not enough. All over its body were little holes where infection forms had buried themselves, he pulled out a smg from one of the weapon slots on his bike and began to fill the creature with lead. This isn't helping I think i might need to pour boxes of bullets into this thing before it dies, he thought as he emptied his first clip into the thing. his second didn't do anything to slow it down ethier he just kept circling it puouring more and more lead it the colossal thing. After fireing 5 clips of smg ammo into the thing, he decided to switch tatics. He put the smg away and drove off away from the flood worm. He parked the bike and straped a rocket launcher to his back and took a assualt rifle, the procced to take as much ammo as possible. By this time the worm had figured ot what had happened, as he raced towards his soon would-be comrade lots of FMJ rounds pierced its thick layer of outer skin and hit the little flood inside him. He was not hurt by this but insted enraged and moved even faster towards the human. SPARTAN-064 pulled out his rocket launcher and took aim, firing it and jumping to the side at the same time. The worm sped full speed into the rocket, which proceed to zoom down it's throat, hitting the stomach and detonating. Part of the worms body exploded and the infection forms were at a minimal. SPARTAN-064 finally fired his assualt rifle killing the rest of the infecion forms, he walked back to the bike and put his weapons away. Lets just hope i don't run into another one of those he thought as he drove on to his objective. -- 35[]The sheer metal tide of UNSC vehicles pressed forward through the snow, all of them intent on getting to the obejctive, The Hole. Progress was slow, and looking around, Riza realized just how few troops they had. With luck, their firepower would be enough to halt the Flood. At least she hoped so. Shaking a small buildup of snow off her shoulder, she opened the Warthogs glove compartment and pulled the map of the region out, along with a pen. The situation was getting as stable as she could make it, A Spartan had gone on recon, A ship squadron called the 112th would provide support and might nuke the Hole if the Ground forces couldn't close it. She made a mental note to thank the 112ths squadron leader. She started to mark a couple places on the map, specifically the Hole and their current position. They were surprisingly closer than she had thought. So their progress hadn't been so slow. She patted the MA5B beside her for reassurance, the trek continued for another hour or so, then a small voice beside her "Master Sergeant?" She looked over, the driver had stopped the Warthog and pointed to the rest of the strike force, everyone had stopped and formed a perimeter around the Hole. She disembarked and called all the other high-rankers over. "We'll set up our perimeter here," she waited for the soldiers to nod, then continued "Set up all our artillery, machine gun emplacements, everything, along here," she pointed with a white gloved finger, the others nodded, "now lets move out," she said calmly, and nodded, "yes, Master Sergeant," the Marines and answered and ran off to give her orders. She sighed and looked at the Hole, a sickly green light emanated from it. She looked up to see a number of Broadswords swoop low over the ground. They had all the forces they could get, now it was time to win this war. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments)
36[]Jace let out a small whoop as he brought his flight down low over the convoy, so close that on his underbelly camera, which Jace could view directly in his mind like a kind of third eye thanks to an advanced neural interface, he could see several drivers yell out or point at the matte black broadswords. "Three Flight tighten it up!" yelled Jace, and thw formation became closer and closer until their wings were nearly touching. Swooping down over the white snow, Jace saw his tacmap refresh, showing where the UNSC perimeter would be. Looping back up into the sky, Jace hovered for a moment and watched the convoy continue to chug forward. He smiled, and looked out at the plain of snow, which was finally visible now that it had stopped actively snowing. Jace wondered why, but he guessed it had something to do with the flood. Sighing, Jace clicked his comm once again, and resumed his patrol.
37[]The ear-shattering roar of the artillery barrage on the hole continued for roughly 15 minutes until Riza had COMmed them and ordered a halt. She brought her binoculars to her eyes and scanned the hole, the sickly green light continued to emanate, their main tactic, clog the hole, didn't seem to be working well. She lowered her binoculars and pointed forward, the artillery began to fire again, after 10 more minutes there was a slight cascade of rock, but the sound of it was soon lost as it fell down. She turned to see a Marine standing there, saluting, "at ease," she said, then she asked "how much did recon get outta this area?" Apparently, that was what the Marine had come to report, "Master Sergeant, when Spartan-064 got here, he reported that the hole looked....at least half mile long," "I'll be goddamned..." she whispered to herself, she looked at the Marine, "would that depth get us near the core?" the Marine nodded, she sighed and looked at the hole, a slight movement caught her eyes...."Red Alert!" she shouted, all the UNSC forces jumped at the sudden break of silence and scrambled to their places, tanks and turrets were manned, artillery batteries were given new shells, and rifles were leveled at the Hole, Riza looked up to see the Broadswords swerve to look down at the Hole. The small movement grew into a figure, and gradually the figure grew into... "Hundreds," Riza mumbled to herself. This was going to be a long night... Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 38[]"Two Flight, break it down and strafe!" Yelled Jace as hundreds of the flood came pouring out, and their ear piercing shrieks filled the night, hearable even through the Broadswords armor. Jace rolled downward, firing his 180mms at the columns of flood streaming up, slicing and boiling into their pulpy green flesh. The stream of superheated gunfire continued, and Jace's swept low over the snow, where the flood were charging with horrifying speed at the marine line. His cannons continued to fire, spilling hundreds of shots out per second, and as he strafed barely twenty feet above the flood, dozens-no hundreds exploded into boiling pieces. Jace banked and climbed over the marine line, then swept around and surveyed the battlefield. The flood were five hundred meters from the marine line, and had already covered twice that distance. The marines fire shot out, and hundreds fell under MG fire and artillery. But the supply seemed endless, and more continued to charge out of the hole, as if sensing how close food was. "Two flight, use ASGM-11s, blow holes in those zombie bastards!" bellowed Jace, and the three others of the flight swooped low behind him, and each of them fired off ASGMs. Mushroom clouds of superheated water and mutilated flesh shot upwards as the missiles impacting, gouging huge holes in the swarms of flood. Swooping down and firing a burst with his 180mms, Jace pitched onto his side and blasted upwards. Rolling in the sky, he executed a lazy roll back towards the battle. Jace watched as the flood charged on, seemingly oblivious to the missiles raining from the sky and the wall of lead that the marines were laying down. Just single minded hunger for flesh. The others of the 112th swooped and rolled, pitched and climbed, strafed and bombed, killing hundreds and the marines kept up their walls of lead; huge shells blew holes into the oncoming hordes, and gunners cut flood bodies to mutilated ribbons. Jace glanced downward, and saw dozens of flood make it within fifty meters of the marines. Looking again into the swirling mass of sickly green flesh, he wondered how long they could keep their defense up. Not much longer by his calculations. Jace looked down at his bio scanners and swore colorfully. There was enough bio mass down that hole to keep this up for days, long after the UNSC expended all the ammunition they had. Closing his eyes, he accelerated skyward after another strafing run, and clicked his comm. "This is Flight Officer Third Class Jace Williams to ground forces, come in, repeat, this is Demon Five in command of Flight Two, I'm reading huge bio signs inside that hole, enough to keep this up for days. I'm recommending aggressive action; repeat, I recommend a direct attack on the hole to plant a Shiva nuke and seal it. Be advised, I am carrying a Shiva on my ship, and are trained on how to convert it to a tactical device that can be carried by ground forces." 39[]Jared let the clip fall from his MA5C's chamber, then slammed a fresh one home. He hated the Flood with a vengeance, and wondered why in the whole wide universe they had to be everywhere. The infection forms had overwhelmed the advance UNSC force, and Master Segeant Holden had asked his squad to punch up the right flank. So many. All over. They just kept pouring out, bouncing, pirouetting, leaping to attack. Nicole let a grenade fall in the middle of a group of about one hundred and, with a black puff of smoke, the obscene balls of flesh vanished, only to be replaced by more. "This isn't working," she grunted, blasting another cluster of charging infections. "They're not stopping. And they don't ever seem to run out!" Jared, hand pressed to the side of his helmet, replied to the all-frequency broadcast that Demon Five had made. "Demon Five, Demon Five, this is SPARTAN-091. My team can rendezvous with you at any location to pick up your converted Shiva. Recommend that you land in grid Charlie 4-9, northwest of the Hole for easiest access. My team will carry the nuke in. Confirm, over." Flipping the channel, he radioed in to MSGT. Holden. "Master Sergeant, recommend that you withdraw all troops from the Hole. This situation just got a lot more interesting." SPARTAN-091
40[]A flood combat form leaped up, catching Riza off guard, she leveled her MA5B and fired a 30 round burst into it, it fell limp and fell to the ground. She clicked her COM, "Roger that, Demon Five, I'm authorizing the usage of the nuke, drop it at at the easiest access point, have a team bring it in and drop it down into the Hole, with luck, the Hole will cave in and the bastards will be stuck under it." She listened as Demon Five gave an affirmative, another frequency came in, it was coming from a "SPARTAN-091", she listened. "Master Sergeant, recommend that you withdraw all troops from the Hole." "Affirmative 091, are you gonna bring that nuke in?" "Affirmative," the Spartan answered, Riza detected determination and anticipation in his voice. She clicked her COM again, establishing a frequency for all the UNSC in the area. "We are abandoning our assault on the Flood Hole, all forces withdraw, a tactical nuke is being deployed, all forces withdraw!" The Marines all acknowledged her message and fired a final salvo of their weapons, tearing hundreds of Flood to shreds. She raised a COM frequency with Spartan-091, "looks like this is gonna depend on you." -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 41[]"What are these things!" Yelled the Nakai Sergeant as the nakai unit fought off the flood. A wave of concentrated purple lasers flew through air cutting down a wave of combat and infection forms. "There is no falling back! These creatures choose to battle the Alliance and they will be slain." Yelled the nakai captain The constant stream of lasers kept the flod at bay. Even though they were outnumbered they would fight to the end. Vice Admiral Falconi look at the covenant ships from the bridge of the UNSC Passchendaele. The massive UNSC Battle Cruiser opened fire with its MAC guns. It was one of the most powerful ship class ever made. It was probably even more poerful than a Super carrier. It had much more MAC guns though. "Sir! Team Murmillo is returning from the surface of the planet. They have some news that they say you might want to hear." Said the Ensign on the comm stations. "Okay bring them in." Replied the Admiral. --Master Sergeant-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 42[]"Hold this position we need to protect Union City" said Pilot Leader Vermon to his group of 10 Jumenga pilots. They were all equiped with spider suits and were holding the flood as best the could. They fired another salvo of explosives at the combat and infection forms coming at them. "Sir we need reinforcement asap," yelled one of the pilots through the comm. "I now we sent out a message for Ark'her they seem to not be effected by these things," Pilot Leader Vermon to the rest of his squad as the y fired the laser protruding out of the bottom of the suit. They fired another explosive salvo, but the flood where still gaining. Then something horrible happened, a flood infection form jumped onto the suit and went into one of the exhaust pipes. It crawled all the way to the fuel line then went into the engine and popped out infront of the pilot. The pilot and 5 seconds to think at the most, he pulled out his pistol and fired burning a hole straight through the infection form but also into the fuel deposit. With an enormous explosion the suit flew ten feet then dropped down crushing some flood. "Dammit don't let those things near you," yelled Pilot Leader Vermon to his squad as they backed furher towards the train station that lead to Union City and all other cities that the Alliance had built. Rapheal stared at what looked like hundreds fo Sentinels that were deactived, strange thoght Rapheal as he picked one up. He threw in down and continued on, they needed to get to the Vault no matter what. They had lost only 2 elites so far and had ventured made 6000 kilometers into the planet. They had walked down to many catwalks to counted, riding dozens of elevators. Soon Rapheal thought as they entered another elevator. This elevator was different, it didn't take them down a couple kilometers like the rest. This one looked like it went down hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Right to the core thought Rapheal as he called for a ammo check this elevator ride would take awile. They sat there in silence till a sentinel flew right beside the elevator, it stoped and the glass planels on each side opened up. Then swarms of sentinels came, the elites didn't need promtining, they pulled out their carbines and began fireing, chucking the occasional grenade into the swarms. After useing abot 3 clips each they could she the sentinels startign to thin out and the elevator started to move again. Apparently after most of the sentinels where ogne the security thoguht the inturders where dead. To make sure this didn't happen again Rapheal stuck out his arm to the floor select, I can't believe I forgot about this Thought Rapheal as the elevator stuck a needle into his arm draining a little bit of blood. It was silient for a second then beeped to confirm identification accepted. This body was useful for something after all then. -- 43[]The Remains of the 4th QRT trudged through the snow, starving, and bleeding. They had escaped the massive Covenant force, but at a terrible price. They had found a nuke among the supplies, and had decided to use it. Arnie and Jimmy volunteered to stay behind and arm the nuke. 5 Marines also stayed to hold off the Covenant while the nuke was being armed. Less than 20 minutes later, a massive explosion had knocked the escaping team off of their feet. It had been nearly a day since that moment, and CJ was beginning to worry they might never see another UNSC base again. As these thoughts crossed his mind, he heard something up ahead. As the Team crossed over the hill, they looked upon probably the most horrific site they had ever seen. A gigantic hole had ripped open in the ground, and thousands of sickly, green creatures were coming out. Coming towards them. Ricky commented first. "Goddamn, I wish Janette was still alive." 44[]"Demon Five, Demon Five, this is SPARTAN-091. My team can rendezvous with you at any location to pick up your converted Shiva. Recommend that you land in grid Charlie 4-9, northwest of the Hole for easiest access. My team will carry the nuke in. Confirm, over." "Roger that 091. This is Demon 5, I am landing at grid Charlie 4-9. Over." Jace took his Broadsword in down low, skimming so close over the snow that his jetstream through it off to the side of the ship in huge heaps, and that his powerful engines left rivers of water in his wake, which froze barely seconds after he passed. Not bothering to look out his cockpit, he brought up his tacmap to view the battle, as it would give a more consistent picture. As he studied it so meticously, he rolled past an outcropping in the snow and looped into the air, searching for Grid Charlie 4-9. Suddenly, he found it, and he closed the tacmap and rolled downward. Skimming once again, he located it and landed, and the ship sank deep into the snow. Frowning, he set the stabilizers on low, and the ship rose, until it looked like it was a boat floating on water. With a smile, Jace made his way aft and pocketed two dozen clips of ammmunition into pockets on his snow white AV suit, and grabbed his MA5K and a M6G pistol. Just in case, he also grabbed a couple frags. Now feeling more like a marine than a pilot, Jace moved into the side compartment housing the nuke and typed in a code to release it unarmed outiside the door out onto the snow. Then, ungrafetul he would once again have to leave his cockpit, Jace opened the hatch and walked out into the snow. The sounds of war hit his ears like gunshots. Artillery fire, MGs, and other things against thr floods ear curtling screams. Jace walked around to the front of the ship and found a group of Spartans standing ahead of him, looking at the uncoverted Shiva. Staring up at their titanlike forms, Jace found himself in awe. He had seen spartans before, sometimes even in action, but never up close. Even while he admired them, he walked over to the Shiva and began to convert it to the tactical handheld device they needed. Jace removed the outer sheathing, punched in the authorization code, removed the core detonator and the core itself. Removed the extra atmospheric enhancer, filtered the core into the handheld core, punched in another code, sealed it, and placed the detonator on it. The process took five minutes of excruiatingly close attention to detail, and even while still paying close attention to the Spartans. Sighing at last, he lifted himself up on to his feet and grabbed the Shiva TacNuke and walked over to the Spartans. "You 091?" asked Jace But before the Spartan could answer. The world turned upside down. A tidal wave of snow and ice fragments exploded from the ground, glittering in the sunlight, and Jace was thrown to the side by the force of the impact, and he dropped the Shiva. Buried under a thin layer of snow, Jace kicked and broke the surface, and rolled out of his snowy haven, and autmomatically reaching for his MA5K, he caught his first glimpse of his attacker. It was giant and wormlike, and Jace guessed it was what the recon Spartan had said attacked him, or at least close. Leveling his MA5K, Jace fired on full auto, and Armor Peircing Rounds tore into the creature's tough hide. The Spartans opened fired as well with MA5C Assault Rifles, and shots tore into the huge worm. Dead infection forms fell by the dozens, but Jace was after something different, the Shiva. Looking around, he spotted a metal glint out of the corner of his eye, and rolled forward and sprinted. Then, just feet away from the box, he heard a rumble, and the ground began to shake. Jace lost his footing and fell in front of the Shiva, cursing colorfully. Jace looked up, his face covered in cold wet snow, and looked out towards the falling back marine line. Huge flood worms burst from the ground, some smaller, some larger, and attacked. Marines and infantry fell by the dozens, falling to the ground as the huge flood worms swiped huge tails across them or being swallowed whole by wormy maws. The marines, now distracted by the flood worm assault, could no longer hold back the flood, and mismatched mutilated animal forms and billions of infection forms broke through, killing many. Suddenly, a hundred successive boom!s exploded behind Jace, and he looked back and saw a Broadsword strafe the worm attacking Jace. 180mm superheated rounds tore into the great worm's flesh, burning huge holes into it, and peircing it through a dozen times. The Spartans ran and ducked into a snowy trench that Jace's landing had made, and Jace did the same and flattened himself in the snow. The huge worm roared and twisted its mutilated form around and Jace watched in horror as the worm, in its death throes, went limp and crushed his Broadsword. "Shit!" exclaimed Jace, and he ran to the Broadsword to find the engine assembly crushed and the thing snowed in. He looked up into the sky and saw other members of the 112th fighting back the worms with their 180mms, and saw that the marines were organizing and making a stand. Jace twisted to see the ship that had saved them, and saw that Major Storts personalized marks to his ship were vaguely visible on the back. Jace watched as Major Stort descended, and then felt the ground shake once more...and saw another huge worm crawl out of the hole, barely fitting. It dragged itself out, and was almost a mile long when it reached it's full extension. It reared its ugly head at Major Stort, and with a sound that sounded like a burp on a loudspeaker, spit hundreds of carrier forms at his longsword. It continued to crawl forward, and it fully cleared the hole. Major Stort was in trouble though. The carrier forms exploded unmericlesly against the Broadswords armor and shields, damaging the engines. Major Stort rapidly lost altitude, and with a scream, Jace saw his fighter fly down into the hole, flaming. But no explosion followed. Jace felt his insides grow cold, and he felt his mouth go dry. Major Stort...he couldn't be dead....wasn't dead... The 112th had never lost a man in its history, and Jace had never been close to anyone but them and his family...he had never experienced death...and in the rush of different emotions, he knew what he had to do. "This is Acting Squadron Leader Jace Williams of the 112th Naval Squardon, all 112th members, focus firepower on those worms, specifically the big one, and to Master Sargent Riza, may I have permission to lead a search and rescue effort into the hole?"
45[]It was a risky plan, it could be considered suicidal, but Demon 5 seemed to sound genuinely sound concerned in the missing pilots' fate. Also, they definately needed every man they could use for fighting, "Demon Five, permission granted on a search and rescue, the UNSC battle force will keep its perimeter along the hole and keep those worms away." Demon Five gave her an affirmative. Riza jumped down from her position on the back of a Warthog and hit her COM, opening another frequency to the Marines "look alive people!" she barked, "we're giving one of our flyboys and a squad of Spartans some cover from those worms!" The UNSC line, which had begun to settle down, suddenly scrambled back into action, Guns manned, Artillery and vehicles prepared, the fight wasn't over yet, in fact, it seemed to be just beginning. More worms burst from the ground, screeching and growling, then began to make their way towards the UNSC battle force. The line of Marines opened fire, artillery shells sailed through the air, a couple even beheading some of the worms. Machine gun fire chattered and tracers connected with the worms flesh, cutting it to pieces. After a while, no more worms rose. The Battle Force sighed a large breath of relief. It was short lived though. With a rumble in a crash, something rose from the snow. It was a worm, but it was far larger than the others. Riza couldn't estimate its length. "Shit," she muttered and hefted her Assault Rifle. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 46[]The 4th QRT watched in shock and awe as what could be described as billions of Flood marched out of the hole, and charged off in all directions. The team put their training to good use, and dug a hole into the snow to hide in and get away from the rapidly approaching Flood. They kept digging, but suddenly the ground broke beneath them and they fell into a large cavern. They followed a series of tunnels, until they came upon a very large chamber. Inside, was probably the most disgusting two-headed plant you'd ever see. "Command? We found something. Something big." But that was all he could say. In less than a second, the creature began chanting in some demonic, ancient tongue, and everything went black. 47[]One of the Dualmind's heads turned to face the Humans, and knocked them unconcious with a large tentacle. The chanting continued, growing louder and louder, and Sentinels could still be seen attempting to kill the Command Form. While the other recited the poem, a head laughed coldly, the floor strewn with fallen Sentinels, and the endless flood continuing. "Activate protocol 4523-7. Purge the planet. Leave nothing alive..." Decrepit Valor muttered, and he finished; "including the Reclaimers" --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 48[]Edward rolled, barely escaping the Giant Worm as it crashed itself into the ground. He hefted his Assault Rifle and fired the whole clip into the Worms' head. No visible effect showed. Edward swore silently and pulled out a Frag grenade, but realized there was no use for it. The Worm had reared up and pulled itself out of the ground, It gave a screech which made Edwards ears ring. He ran through the line of UNSC, which had grown into complete chaos, looking for some heavier weapons. He finally found a Spnkr, with only 4 rockets left. Edward took aim, he found something which he could only assume was the Worms' face, he targeted it. He squeezed the trigger twice. Twin plumes of fire raced through the air, impacting on the Worms' face. It reared back and growled, then launched itself at the battle force. The Giant Worm reared back and growled. Holding her MA5B with one hand, Riza cupped the other one over one of her ears, drowning out some of the sound. She looked back up at the Worm, it had launched itself at the battle force. At her. Riza froze on the spot. Even if she tried to move, the Worm was so fat it would crush her anyway. She stayed where she was, ready to put some damage into it before it killed her, she raised her Assault Rifle, ready to fire, when something heavy hit her, she tumbled through the snow and heard the crash as the Worm collided with the ground. She opened her eyes, whatever had hit her had gone. She looked around. An armor-clad figure stood there, a Rocket Launcher in hand. She looked at the number tag on his armor: 077. He nodded to her "wasn't about to let you get crushed, would've been a real hassle if we had to appoint a new leader of the ground forces," Riza could almost see his grin through the armor. She smiled and nodded, then keyed her COM. "112th? is it possible an airstrike could be carried out on the Worm? ground forces are ineffective." -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments)
49[]"112th? is it possible an airstrike could be carried out on the Worm? ground forces are ineffective." Flight Officer Second Class Lisa Mill, the acting commander of her flight after Major Stort's crash heard the radio clearly over her comm. "Roger that Riza, Flight One, form on me and launched levins on my mark!" yelled Lisa, her voice soft but determined. "Fire!" she yelled, and golden plumes of flame shot forward into the worm, burrowing several feet into its rotting flesh before detonating. Huge chunks of rotted, steaming meat rained down apon the groundforces, who cheered nontheless. Lisa mentally transmitted the order to pull up through her Neural Lace; she was the best in the squadron at sending battle orders through the interface. As her flight broke apart and headed off to seperate targets, she raked her 180mms across the flood lines, shredding their disgusting bodies bodies to smoking pieces. She would've gagged in revulsion, if she was a different woman. Her face grim, she looped around and repeated the process. 50[]The four Spartans emptied an entire round of their fastest firing weapons at the billions of Flood forms, to no visible effect. Lambda Leader quickly got on the comm, only to find it has been scattered by some jamming device. "Erebus, bypass the scrambler and ask for an orbital strike at the Flood origin coordinates," said Lambda Leader, motioning his comrades to retreat. "Copy that. It will take a minute to tight-beam a request. Bypass commencing." Yoshi turned around and fired upon what appears to be a Flood battle form - a ODST whose battle armor has been ripped open at the torso for a Flood form to squeeze into and to use as a puppet. The BR-55 rounds quickly downed the former ODST, ending the puppet performance for that particular Flood. Another down... Billions to go. In the distance, the Flood worm could be heard bellowing as UNSC forces attempt to destroy it. --Dubtiger 15:05, 20 August 2007 (UTC) 51[]A strange rain of Giant Worm parts fell down onto the UNSC battle force, who were cheering their heads off at their victory. It had come at a cost though. Edward walked through the snow casting looks at the dead soldiers and wrecked vehicles. He bent down and inspected a Giant Worm part that had fallen in front of him. The flesh was rotting and looked mutated, not the normal characteristics of a Arctic IV Worm. Had it gotten taken down by the Flood? It must've taken a lot of them to do it. He gazed at the sky, a couple Broadswords swooped over. Edward looked over at the Hole, a few wisps of sickly green mist still rose, someone had crashed into there and the UNSC leaders were starting to doubt his survival. Still, they weren't giving up. He walked for a while, continuing to look over the destruction. Something nagged at his mind, something he couldn't quite explain, when he had seen Riza about to get crushed by the Worm, a...impulse had told him to immediatly save her. This impulse had happened several times to him, but this one seemed...different, stronger, more...Enough, he told himself. He'd ponder that later, for now, he'd just keep walking. "Which is why I believe a strike of the Flood tunnels should be out priority," Riza tapped the spot on the map which represented the tunnels with her Combat Knife. One of the Marine Staff Sergeants spoke up "but, Master Sergeant, what if they turn out to be too much for our force, you can't load vehicles into their, and without that support, fighting the Flood is futile!" "But perhaps its not, Riza tapped where the Hole was on the map, a number of tunnels lead into the Hole, and a number lead out, recon teams report their big enough for 3 Scorpions to drive in, side by side." The Marine Staff Sergeant spoke up again, "but getting them down would definately be a hassle," Riza countered it "our Warthogs and Mongooses show enough strength in their structure to survive the drop into the Hole, our tanks and artillery will stay out here, thats where you come in, Sergeant," the Staff Sergeant looked surprised, "your staying out here and making sure nothing gets into the Hole, any enemies that approach are to be eliminated on sight, the rest of us are entering the Hole and attacking the Flood Hives, we're going to hit them where it hurts, just like they did to Base, we're leaving in 30 minutes, gear up and suit up, lets move!" she barked, "yes Master Sergeant!" they all answered. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 52[]The UNSC forces continued to cheer. They had won against the ugly worm.SPARTAN-064 heard the cheer of his comrades, but he was not happy himself. No he had found something worse happening. "Command this is SPARTAN-064 we have a problem," said SPARTAN-064 into the comm while still staring at the ground. "We are kinda busy right now SPARTAN-064," said Riza into the comm with sounds of talking in the background. "I found something important, the start of another Emergence Hole," said SPARTAN-064 into the comm staring at the slowly falling away ground, but flood did not come out of this hole instead hundreds of thousands of sentinels began streaming out the ground unable to keep them any longer. Iota Seven wondered how long she would be on this god-damned planet before they took her to the ship. Well maybe it was lucky that they haven't taken her yet so that a rescue party could still locate her. As she thought that she heard the familiar sounds of BR55 battle rifle fire and several of the elites fell down dead with bullets through their brains. The Lekgolo pair charged at the three SPARTANs standing there they tried to melee them but they quickly side steped and got behind the hunters. The hunters quickly turned to face them but one was shot in the back with a sniper rifle. The other inraged jumped at the three SPARTANs standing there, smashing its large cannon into the ground it roared. Then two more shots hit it in the fleshy part of it back. The sniper had hit it while it was jumping making it fall forward sliding to right infront of the three SPARTANs. "Who are you?" asked Iota Seven as the SPARTANs began to pull out the needles in her joints. "We are Fireteam Zulu and we has tracked you down from the city, but we can't talk now we have to go help the effort at the Emergence Hole," said SPARTAN-147 as she ran back to her bike. Iota Seven assumed to get on the back of that bike and they drove off from the dead Covenant bodies. They met up later with the sniper that had killed the Hunters, she was a SPARTAN too. As they neared the Hole they saw that it wasn't just flood anymore. "Holy Crap," said Iota Seven as she looked at the slaughter. -- 53[]Where in the hell am I? The thought that came to him was one that he had thought many times before, and as he layed on the crumped metal wreckage, he opened his eyes, looked out, and saw the ugliest thing he had ever seen. He knew what it was of course, had seen them before, but always from high above, and always with a fighter full of firepower at his despsosal. Then suddenly it all came back to him, and he rolled out of the way as glass shattered around him, hand instinctively going for his sidearm, and opening up with a hail of bullets... Jace wondered what in the hell had come over him, but figured it was to late to stop now. Riding in the sideseat of the warthog with his MA5K at his side, a M90 Shotgun slung over his back, and an M6G Pistol in the holster at his side, the frigid cold air not penetrating his suit now that his helmet was on, he sighed, and looked back at the back of the 'Hog. A four man squad of special snow cold assault troops that were coming with him sat in the turret's troop bay of the outdated M850 B Snow 'Hog, prepping weaponry and looking ready to begin their deadly clash with the flood. Jace thought back to his intensive training years ago, and unconsciously his Neural Interface highented those memories, enhanced those muscle memories. Smiling, he checked the MA5K one last time, and secured the drop-line attached to his waist, and watched as the ETA timer counted down to deployment. Outside the enclosed hatch, Jace watched other 'Hogs driving forward as the vanguard of the assault. At five seconds,he racked a round into the MA5K chamber, and unbuckled his safety restraints. The timer hit zero and the door to his side opened, and Jace ducked out, his MA5K shouldered an in prime position. He heard gunfire as SCAT troops poored out of Snow Hogs, and loud thumps as Jace's squadron swooped by overhead, 180mms cutting down flood hordes as they poored out. Jace watched a combat form jump out of the hole and land behind him, and he swung around and fired a burst straight into it's chest, turning it into a cloud of rotted meat. Suddenly, Jace felt a strong and sudden urge to duck, and as his traing kicked in, he did, narrowly evading the flashing tentacle wips of a combat form. Flattening himself into the snow, Jace looked up at it's huge mass and let loose an auto burst shredding the form to literal peices. Slinging the MA5K over his shoulder and cocking the M90, Jace fired a shell straight into a combat form, cocked it, and fired again, cutting down another. Jace, with adrenaline pumping through him and the Mk. 3 interface pumping in muscle strenghing steroids, swung the butt the M90 around-and though he did not kill the combat form, he pushed it off the edge and into the abyss below. Jace switched to the MA5K, and firing it one handed, threw the drop-line's holder into the near the edge of the hole, where it dug into the ground and burrowed safely inside. Switching to both hands and reloading the MA5K, Jace watched as dozens of SCAT troops jumped into the hole, drop lines twanging as above marines clashed and fought in a deadly battle that looked more like a brawl than an organized fight. Jace took a deep breath and jumped down into the hole, plunging into the darkness, where only flashes of gunfire lit the area... 54[]Jared was surprised that the pilot, what was his name? Jace- that was it..., actually wanted to venture down into the hellhole of a pit. The nuke, safe in his armor's backpack/container, felt heavy, like the burden it should be. He stood, Nicole at his side, at the rim of the pit, staring into the abyss below. That's where they were going. An old husk of poetry, one that Déja had taught him, rattled around his consciousness. Half a league, half a league, half a league onward... Into the Valley of Death... Without any more pause, the SPARTAN leapt into the hole, the hazy fog of the Flood nest encompassing his body. With a thump, he landed on the pit's floor, his armor and reinforced bones absorbing the shock of the fall. "Ease off there, hotshot," Juliet whined, "We're both sharing this body, remember?" The noxious smells of death and decay, rot and disease, flooded his helmet. A lesser man would have gagged, but the supersoldier had been exposed this stench before. Flipping on his helmet atmosphere scrubbers, he played the beam of his helmet light around the area. There was Jace, along with a small squad of Marines. The SPARTAN, sensing the pilot's nervousness, gave the younger man a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Jared turned to Nicole. "Are you ready for this?" "Never been more ready for anything else in my life. Let's do this." Together they turned and moved cautiously into the tunnel before them, the firefight raging behind. This is what every SPARTAN lived for. SPARTAN-091|Admin|
55[]"Dammit can't we kill a Giant Worm and have at least a couple hours before we gotta fight again!?" A Marine corporal beside Edward said. The metal cloud of floating robots surged out of the second Hole, gliding as one. Bigger ones came out too, ones with enourmous shields that blocked the entire front of them. A voice came through on the COM, it was Riza. "Hold your fire, Marines, as of yet, we don't know if their hostile or not, best to let them decide which alliance their on," Edward knew Riza's point and understood it well. Don't attack an enemy until you know who they are. He glanced back at the Flood Hole, a team had went into its depths to cave some of the Flood tunnels in, a couple others were going to be left open to let the UNSC invade them. A good plan considering the limited resources they had. Edward turned his head back to the second Hole, robots continued to glide out, then suddenly, all of them turned to look at the Humans. Everything was silent. Then, they fired, thousands upon thousands of lances of golden fire surged towards the UNSC force. The UNSC did the only thing they could in their current state. They fired. The two seperate forces' weapons collided with one another. Then, everything was chaos. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 56[]Lisa Mill looked out and saw the robots open fire on the humans, and she groaned. She mentally sent her thoughts to her flight, but then to her surprise, several dozen of the sentinels gained altitude and headed straight for her flight, firing all the way. They didn't need any orders. They broke formation and began dogfighting the robots, cutting them to melted peices with their superheated 180s, but the sheer numbers were overwhelming. Dozens after dozens of the robots poured out of the hole, and other holes began emerging in the snow. Gritting her teeth, Lisa kept up the fight, silenetly wondering what would happen next. Deep inside the tunnels, his eyes working fine in the darkness and fog due to his Neural Interface interfacing with his AV suit's sensors, Jace crept forward, his M90 shouldered, his senses alert for even a flicker of movement. Behind him, he could sense the SCATs moving forward, and uncosciously using his sensors, he found the Spartans were in a seperate passageway several feet below them. Jace peered out into the darkness, eyes scanning for movement. In front of him, the tunnels abruptly seperated and sloped downward steeply. Activating his comm with a thought, Jace transmitted to 091. "091, do you read? Flight Officer Third Class Jace Williams transmitting. Is it deep enough to deposit the nuke at your location?" Jace got no response almost a minute later, so he tried again. "I repeat, 0-9-1, is it deep enough to deposit the NUKE, do you read?" Again no answer, but this time, Jace listened deeply, and heard a faint One-Two-One-Three-Two-Four tapping pattern, UNSC code for negative. "Understood." said Jace. Jace straightened up, and crunched his boots into the cold hard ground, and one of the SCATs yelled at him. "Quiet! Listen..." said the trooper. Jace listened...and heard a faint sound...something getting steadily sronger. Kind of like...thousands of running feet. Jace scanned the faces of the SCATs and saw them erupt in surprise. "RUN!" yelled one, and the five of them took off at a dead run. Jace felt adrenaline course through his veins, and with it steroids, enhancing his muscle's strengh. Running at full speed, Jace sprinted forward, and tripped on and outcropping. Jace tried to get up, but abruptly, he found he was sliding downward as a 90 degree angle. The M90 slipped from his hand, and Jace lost track of it in the darkness. He began to pick up speed, and felt friction gathering on his suit, heating it up. Jace rolled around through the tunnel, which got siginificantly smaller, now not much more than a chute. The chute twisted and turned, and a non pilot would have thrown up, something that would not have been pleasant, considering he was wearing a helmet. Finally coming to a halt at the bottom of the chute, where it emerged into a huge cavern like area, Jace looked up the chute and listened. He heard one of the SCATs scream, and began moving away from the entrance. He saw the man come to a halt like he had, and just as he was about to ask about the others, the SCAT held up three dog tags. Sighing, Jace helped the man up, helped him check his BR55, then checked his own MA5K. Then, looking forward, and realizing that visibility was limited to barely 100 meters, Jace checked his radar, and began moving forward into the darkness.
57[]"Fall back!!!!" the order was always the same, and the UNSC kept answering it. The robots were pushing them farther and farther away, they had destroyed them in the hundreds, but nothing, not even air support, was going to stop them. There were simply too many. Riza hit her COM, rasing a frequency with the pilot and his team of SCATs that had gone into the Hole. "Jace, theres been a change of plans, we're bringing the nuke onto the ground, and the UNSC is going down the Hole, there were sounds in the background, then, "affirmative Master Sergeant, the situation looks pretty remiscent of hell up there from what we can tell, but why are you getting into the Hole?" Riza dodged a beam of golden light and returned fire with her Assault Rifle, the robot chasing her exploded. "We're coming down and hoping the space will be too small for the robots to chase in large numbers, then, we're attacking the Flood Hives and taking down the Flood threat, after that, we'll deal with the robots." "Affirmative, Master Sergeant, if you don't mind my asking...where will the 112th go?" Riza knew that question had been coming, "they'll return to the battlegroup in space and make more bombing runs on the robots.""Roger that..Master Sergeant, but theres a situation down here too. Flood. alot of 'em.""We'll tend to that when we get down there," Riza reassured him, and tried to reassure herself, unless someone with a rank higher than Master Sergeant came down here, these men were hers to command. She would've taken any other job beside that, she was a terrible leader at times, in fact, she considered herself a terrible soldier at times too. She clicked her COM, raising a different frequency, "everyone! into the Hole, don't ask any questions, just move!" Rize ran to Hole along with the assortment of Marines and vehicles, the Marines latched grappling hooks into the snow and jumped into the abyss, while the vehicles drove straight over. The tanks remained out of the Hole, firing volley after volley of shells, destroying dozens of tightly packed robots. Rize looked down at the black, cast a look at the tanks which were still defiantly firing at the robots, then jumped. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments)
58[]Cloud 9 tucked and rolled to avoid the beams of plasma flaming towards him. "This is Cloud 9, our mission is to take out all Covenant Loyalists fighters in the area then uses the bombs to destory a destoryer are we clear?" said Oreo as he spun out of the way of another beam of plasma. He then fired his machine guns at the Tarzan weaken its shields then fliped over spinning and ending up behind the Tarzan. The rotary missile launchers then started up firing 4 rockets straight at the Tarzan blowing the rest of its shields and most of the armour. It was sent flaming for around 50 feet then exploded, Cloud 9 then fliped over to see his brother Thunder 4 in the cockpit beside him. Clouud 9 noded his head and slauted, Thunder 4 slauted back then fliped over and brought his F-17 Mustang straight over a Tarzan he then increased volciety and pulled up. As he went vertical he pulled back down and fired all his machine guns and his rotarey missile launchers as well, hiting the cockpit takeing out the shields and the glass. The pilot inside suffered the same fate, Thunder 4 did a loop to face the new threat a bunch more Tarzans. Cloud Squad and Thunder Squad both flew almost wing to wing, they had done this hundreds of times before. The Tarzans did almost the same thing except not so close, Cloud Squad and Thunder Squad fired all their weapons at the incomeing fighters. The Tarzans began to charge their plasma guns, but the two Squads fired first and flurry of of missiles and superheated rounds hit the Tarzans headed on blowing up most of them. Then the last three damaged Tarzans were cut down by the F-17 Mustangs rotarey missile launchers. SPARTAN-064 and Fireteam Zulu were repeling down the wall of the pit and still fireing up at the sentinels coming into the hole. SPARTAN-064 then threw a frag grenade into the cloud of sentinels. It missed the first ones then got caught in the cloud of sentinels, it detonated leaving a large gap in their ranks. As they continued to repel down the wall, they saw gunfire at the bottom. The SPARTANs nodded to each other and let go of the lines, they grabed the rock wall and tried to slow their fall. Their hands dug straight into the wall and they stoped right before the ground, they made the small drop to the ground and looked around at what the saw was well nothing. The sentinels had bloked out all the sunlight comeing in into the hole. It was pitch black, the SPARTANs turned on their night vision to see Flood a bunch of them and surprisingly their bikes. They jumped onto their bikes and the SPARTANs opened fire into the Flood. -- 59[]Jared, barely recieving through all of the static that clogged his channels, heard Master Sergeant Holden transmit the order that sent all UNSC forces into the hole. What was she thinking? he raged to himself. Why send forces into the place a Shiva was to be detonated? He tried to call back, to protest the order's foolishness, but the Flood chose that moment to attack. Swarms of the worm-like things charged, and white noise strangled the comm. SPARTAN-091|Admin|
60[]The Flood that had charged the UNSC forces inside the Hole lay dead, strewn out along the enourmous pit. "Someone, hit the lights," there were a number clicks, then the headlights of almost a dozen Warthogs came on, shining onto the UNSC Marines, giving them somewhat ominous shadows behind them. Riza chose her words carefully, "I know most of you are questioning my decisioning...but theres been a change of plans," there were exclamations from some Marines, but their comrades silenced them. Riza went on, "there are dozens of Hives strung throughout Arctic IV, but the central Hive is what supplies them, we also believe that a certain entity may hold sway over all the Flood, that this one entity may control every last Flood, and we believe killing it may kill every Flood, therefore, I've decided to save our nuke for the Main Flood Hive, if any anyone has objections, speak now," -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments)
61[]The elevator hit lava and went in sinking deeper into molten rock. As it sunk deeper the metal parts of the walls started to glow red hot, it finnaly came to a stop at the bottom of the track and opened up into a rock cavern with a massive metal door with another needle, retina scanner and a fingerprint scanner. Rapheal went up to the door and stuck out her arm the needle took his blood, then he scanned his retina and then his fingerprint. The door started to open to reveal the bounty inside, what was inside was an arm. A human looking arm that if you looked straight into the arm you could see it was mechanical. "This is what we came for, soon my wrath will be known across this galaxey," yelled Rapheal to his gaurds and they cheered. "You might want to rethink that plan Master Sergeant, " said a voice out of the darkness. A man walked from where the voice came from, he was a ODST and had the symbol of a First Lieutenant on his torn armour. His leg was torn almost through and you could see the bone, He had his arm in a makeshif sling, and half of his helmet was blown off. He had several small holes in his legs and one near his naval. He had also lost a hand on the arm with the sling. "And who are you," asked Master Sergeant Riza to the man. "First Lieutenant Shian Quak, I was Orbitaly dropped then fell through the ground and landed in some tunnels, Then these white-humans attacked me, i manged to escape from them but then i ran into flood, i got away from them to, then i found the hivemind, it was almost impossible to get away from there, the ones you faced were the tip of the iceberg," -- 62[]The UNSC Annihilator led Battlegroup Alamo through slipspace. It had been called upon to check on the status of the Artic IV outpost and the battlegroups that were orbiting the planet. It had been several hours since they had last checked in. "Status report", said Captain Jim Wilson. "All forces in the battlegroup report back that everythings as it should be", said the COM officer. Something's not right, thought Jim, we should have heard something from them by now, anything. "Double the battlegroup's speed and unthaw Team Alpha. We're gonna need them ready, just in case we run into any trouble" "Yes, sir", said the COM officer. "All ships, double speeds". Changing to the Cryobay channel he said, "Unthaw Team Alpha, captain's orders". "I'm going to go down to meet them", announced the captain, "alert me if anything important happens". --- In the cryobay, the engineers began to unthaw the members of Team Alpha. As always, Roy managed to get out first and waited on the others to climb out. "How can they stand all that pain they must be in?", asked one of the engineers, "I wear my lightest clothes and come out iching like crazy. He just came out in a full suit of Mark VI MJOLNIR armor?!" "Who knows", said the other, "I hear they have a different pain tolerance than regular people" As the others began to thaw out, Roy heard a voice in his head. "Finally awake, aye?" "Yes, Clyde. How was your time.", asked Roy. "Boring as usual. You don't have any good memories to look at", said Clyde. Clyde was a slightly annoying AI. He meant well, but things didn't always turn out that way. He liked to be mischevious for one, looking at the memories of the person who's neural interface he stayed in. "Sorry, but the discussion needs to end: the others are waking up" Out climbed the other members of Team Alpha: Kymberli, the assassin/sniper; Edwin, the strategist; Lisa, the support expert; Jerry, the vehicular man; Marshall, the heavy weapons specialist; and of course, Amy the heavy-hitter. "Welcome back, team", said Roy. "Yes, welcome back", said Captain Jim, "Sleep well?" "As best as you can expect", said Edwin. "Sarcastic as ever, I see. We're nearing the Artic IV system. It hasn't reported back for several hours. I fear the worst: we may have lost the system to either the Covenant or the Artic IV Alliance." He was interrupted by an emergency call from the bridge. "Captain, we just came out of slipspace and the battlegroups are under attack by these... robot-things. We scanned the surface of the planet and there is a small resistance of humans fighting the robots in tunnels. Further scanning shows there's a huge amount of biomass down below the resistance fighters. That's all we can make out right now sir. Orders?" Captain Jim turned on a battlegroup wide frequency, "All personnel, man your battle stations. All ships in Battlegroup Alamo to engage the enemy, whatever it may be. I want all forces assisting those ships A.S.A.P., understood? All marine infantry prepare for an orbital drop that will be followed by Pelicans and Albatross' bearing vehicles. Now move, people." He turned to Team Alpha, "Roy, I need you and your team to disengage the Thermopylae and land on the surface. Bring about 100 hundred marines with you and load on the new Turtles. This is their test run so be as careful as battle allows. Load up the Scopions and Snow Hogs too, as you'll need them in the snow. Now go!!" With that, Team Alpha began one of the toughest battle of their carriers. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 63[]After Team Murmillo gave Vice Admiral falconi the information they once again descended to the surface of the planet. It was time for them to check out that place where they saw all of the hostiles run to. It was a base of some-kind. They would have to check it out. "Approaching the LZ! Multiple hostiles assaulting the ODST camp! It's gonna be a rough landing!" Yelled the pilot. Team Murmillo jumped out of the pelican. James-G023 shot the nearest grunt-like creature known as the Konako with hims MA5K."This is major Peterson! I am pinned down by multiple hostiles! Requesting assistance!" Yelled Major Peterson over the comm. "Will! Go help the major! We will aid in the defense of the camp!" Yelled James. As he turned around he came face-to-face with a new creature. It was roughly human-sized and was wearing white-coloured armour. It raised its rifle and fired. --Master Sergeant-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 64[]"Vice Admiral Falconi, this is Captain Jim Wilson of Battlegroup Alamo. Requesting engage the enemies on both fronts." "Permission granted, captain." "Sir, yes sir." Captain Wilson changed to the Battlegroup frequency. "All troopers, prepare for orbital drop. Pilots, bring the vehicles behind them. Fighter pilots, get in your Longswords and engage the enemies A.S.A.P. Everyone else, man your battle stations. And give the Thermopylae some support fire." The members of Team Alpha climb into HEV's on board the Thermopylae. Jerry climbed into an Albatross. He liked to see the vehicles down personally, since they were his speciality. Roy assumed his status as the captain of the ship once again. "OK, detach", said Roy. The Thermopylae moved away from the Annihilator, HEV's raining down around it and Pelicans and Albatross's in tow. All appeared to be going smoothly until the sensors locked onto thousands of incoming targets. "All forces, open fire!", ordered Roy. Missiles and bullets flew at the enemies, strange robots of unknown origin. They all looked the same, though there were different types: some were small, some were larger and some were really large. But still they continued down. Then there was an explosion. "Sir, the engines have been hit. We're going down." "Everyone, brace yourself." The craft went down at an alarming rate and crash-landed not far from the gaping holes. All that remained as evidence of human activity were a few bodies and totalled vehicles. "What could have done this?", asked one of the privates onboard "I can think of one think.", said Roy. "Its' classified though, son. Move out." The marines battled thousands, if not tens of thousands of the robots. The vehicles helped, but they were already down to half of their original forces. "I suggest that we move into the tunnels where the other UNSC forces went.", said Clyde. "What about that huge biomass farther down? Did you think about that?", said Roy. Clyde never seemed to think things through. "At least we know we can get and give reinforcements down there! Now get your butt down there before I make you. You know it's the smart thing, so do it." He knew Clyde was right. He almost always ended up being right. Probably because he was an AI. Roy turned on the comm channel for all his forces. "Alright everybody, move into the tunnels. All vehicles retreat into the hole. Turtles and a small force will stay outside and fight the robots. We're going in." With that, most of the marine forces got into the tunnels and the few left stayed to fight the robots.
65[]"Jace, theres been-SHISSH!-of plans, we're bringing the-SCREECH-ground, and the UNSC is-SHREE-the Hole." Jace listened as Riza's order came across the comm unit in his helmet, badly distorted by static, and managed to make out the gist of what she was saying. Is she crazy? was the first thought that came to Jace's mind, but he shoved it away and thought of an answer. Suddenly, a loud crash resonated from the surface and into his foggy tunnel, and dust fell from the ceiling, raining down on Jace's AV suit. "Affirmative Master Sergeant, the situation looks pretty remiscent of hell up there from what we can tell, but why are you getting into the Hole?" asked Jace, still concerned about the UNSC coming into the hole. The sound of an explosion and the stopping of Assault Rifle fire was heard over the comm, then Riza answered quickly. "We're coming down and hoping the space will be too small for the robots to chase in large numbers, then, we're attacking the Flood Hives and taking down the Flood threat, after that, we'll deal with the robots." Jace frowned at the mention of robots. What robots? he wondered. Then another question came to mind, and figured that he might as well ask it while he still had her on the channel. "Affirmative, Master Sergeant, if you don't mind my asking...where will the 112th go?" asked Jace, his concern for his squadmates urging him on. "They'll return to the battlegroup in space and make more bombing runs on the robots." said Riza, and Jace once again wondered what the Robots where that she was talking about, but he declined asking. Instead he slowly answered, informing her of the situation. "Roger that..Master Sergeant, but theres a situation down here too. Flood. alot of 'em." "We'll tend to that when we get down there." She said with a tone of finality in her voice, but Jace's attention was elseware. Just ahead of him, something had just moved... Then he saw it, and he swore and brought his MA5K to bear. "Attack pattern Charlie Sierra!" Lisa swerved her Broadsword out of the way of a fully powered plasma torpedo and yelled out her order, and replied to the Covenant Tarzan's attack with a hail of 180mm red hot slugs. The spray hit the Tarzan dead center, gutting it from end to end, as it's sheilds were already down from a concentrated ESDRW salvos. The Tarzan rolled lazily to port, sucked into Artic IV's gravity well, where it would most likely burn up on reentry. Lisa looked out her cockpit, and saw the 10 remaining Broadswords flying in a perfect formation. Six ships were at the front, flying in two horizontal rows, each with three ships. Four more, Lisa herself included, were flying at top speed behind this defensive grid in a box formation, eighty meters away from each other. "Tighten it up Juan!" said Lisa into her cockpit mike, and Juan Diego, one of the flight leaders of the squadron and undoubtbly the most pompous pilot in the 112th, slid even neater into the formation. Ahdead of them, a swarm of at least fifty Tarzans gazed out at the squadron four hundred meters out, and Lisa could detect massive reactor emissions as they charged their weapons. As the 112th closed to 200 meters with the Tarzan's Lisa began making out the boiling plasma hanging on their guns. At 100 meters, she exclaimed: "Proceed with the gambit!" The six fighters in front exploded forward with a boost of speed from their afterburners. They blazed forward at nearly 150%, crossing the distance between themselves and the Brute fighters. Their engine emissions completely blocked out the remaing four, lingering for almost fifteen seconds. But the six did not attack, instead, they swerved straight through the Tarzan cloud and blew right past them, slowing down and bringing their Aft shields to greater strengh. The Tarzans manuvered sharply around, and were about to chase after the six...when the four attacked. ESDRW shots calculated to maximum spread exploded inside their formation, confusing the dumb apes for a few seconds... But that wasn't all that exploded inside their formation. A dozen ASGM-11 Missiles exploded inside the Covenant formation, shredding them instantly with huge gouts of flame and shrapnell. The survivors turned tail and fled, but to no avail. The six that had blown past them just seconds ago pounced, and the stragglers exploded under a hail of 180mms. The squadron's chears ringing in her ears, Lisa regrouped with the six, and they streaked off to rejoin the rest of the battlegroup for resupply. 66[]"Hey Lisa what's up," yelled out Thunder 4 over the comm as he swerved over Lisa and stared down into her cockpit. As Thunder 4 talked to Lisa, Cloud Squad began to engage more of those robot things. Cloud 9 tucked and rolled to avoid the robots and met up with his squad. As the 10 Virgo Pilots began to charge at these robot things, the longswords fired 2 missiles each destorying 40 robots. The F-17 turned on his it's rotary missile launchers to destory even more. As they neared the wall of robots the pilots began to increase speed, when they neared the wall of robots the all pushed the small blue button neared the ignition key. The pilots frormed up into two lines of 5 adn increased speed even more. As were about to hit the wall of robots the full front of the longswords began to glow red hot. The longswords and F-17 Mustang cut clean through the wall like a hot knife through butter. The exited the cloud of robots to find that Heartly wasn't there. Dammit now this is personnal thought Oreo wiping a small tear from the side of his eye. Cloud Squad fliped over and fired thousands of bullets into the clouds of robots. Jarok had found them, Jarok had clothed them and Jarok armed them, so he should have the right to keep them secert. The Lupin's would serve there purpose in this time of need, they will be let loose against the enemy. The strongest will be their commanders and the weak will be sent first. Armed with laser swords, laser assualt rifle and their own claws. When they bite they spread a virus that will kill in 48 hours, when they kill their eyes go red with blood lust. They are the ultimate killing machines and they will prospere in this dark age. They are the Lupins and they will help us win this war against all odds, Taken from the 14th verse of the 2583th section of the Great Tome -- 67[]Edward crept through the darkness, not making a sound, the team of ODSTs behind him just walked with their rifles slung over their shoulders. Riza had sent them off to find the missing SCATs and bring them back to the camp they had set up on the far side of the Hole. The silence had evolved into a small chatter, most of it coming from the ODST's. "Yeah its bullshit having to wait on those ships up their having to wait to get in the action, I mean, why'd they keep us onboard? we're just extra weight on the ship!" Another ODST cut in, "yeah...but, isn't it better having a meter of armor between you and the enemy rather than this bodysuit?" "This bodysuit? your bodysuit just isn't some armor you strap on! its your home, soldier! After the battlef-" he was cut off as Edward held up his hand as a stop signal. They listened, curses and gunshots sounded in the distance. "They're this way," Edward said pointing to small flashes in the distance. "Well then, we wouldn't want to postpone our party with these Flood bastards, lock n' load, Helljumpers! Edward cycled the bolt in his Assault Rifle and aimed towards the flashes of light. Hoping he wouldn't hit any friendlies, he fired. -- SPARTAN-077 68[]Jace swore and hit the ground as the white combat form slashed it's tentacles at head level. He landed and rolled out of the way of another strike, rolled upwards and let loose a burst of fire into the things chest. It fell in a heap, twichting, a large hole in it's chest. "Ahh! Get it off me!" Jace swore and saw a grim sight:a combat form hoisting the SCAT up, and four dozen infection forms squriming their way towards him. They attacked, and the man was covered in infection forms. He let out a wet scream, and began cursing feverishly. Jace narrowed his eyes, picked up the man's sidearm, an M7 Caseless Sub Machine Gun, and pointed it behind him. He fired, and a combat form that had been about to strike fell. Jace didn't even think about it;his limbs began moving on autopilot, using muscle memory and the Mk. 3 interface. Grabbing the M7 in one hand and the MA5K in the other, Jace unloaded, and the combat form's body shredded in the tidal wave of lead. It dropped the SCAT, who was now wimpering feebly under the flood tide. Jace walked over to his side, saw the man's eyes, and knew it was too late. Pulling a HE-DP Fragmentation grenade from his belt, he pressed the button and rolled in towards the body. A deafoning roar echoed throughout the cavern, but Jace did not have time to look for the remains of the SCAT. A huge swarm of combat forms were charging, and Jace swore colorfully. Holding both the MA5K and the M7, he unloaded, sending a tidal wave of lead downrange. But it wasn't enough. It reminded him eerily of the flood charge at the marine lines, but on a vastly smaller scale. He continued to fire, and the floor was soon littered with mutilated flood corpses...yet more still came. Hands becoming numb from using both weapons in a single handed grip, he continued cursing as the flood pushed him farther and farther back...
The voice echoed through the cavern, and though Jace couldn't see them through the thick fog, his heart jumped. A swathe of gunfire cut through the flood ranks, with accuracy that made Jace think that it was possible a Spartan was among them. Jace dropped the M7—it was out of ammo—and shouldered the MA5K still firing. Cursing vehemently, he primed a frag and through it, and the explosion blew away a dozen flood, and splattered thick green goo on the visor of Jace's AV suit. In moments, the battle was over, and nearly a hundred fifty flood corspes littered the ground. Walking over to the remains of the SCAT, he picked up all four dog tags, then straightened up, and stood his ground while the ODSTs and the Spartan came ever closer... The darkness was too much...the shapes outside to disgusting. The pistol's grip was tightening in his hands, and he knew he would soon be making a move. He reloaded it out of habit, aimed at the glass, and fired....and fired....and fired....and fired.... "112 Lead, come in, I repeat, 112th Leader, please respond." Lisa clicked her comm unit as she darted past a Tarzan, and looped around at it, rolling past it's plasma torpedo and cutting it to ribbons with her 180mms. "Temporary Squadron Leader Lisa Mill here sir, I'm engaging Loyalist fighters, what's your orders?" Lisa swerved past a Tarzan and dropped an unguided ASGM-11, blowing the ship to atomized particles. "Their is a loyalist destroyer headed your way...you need to disable it and find a way to disarm it, so that EAATs can board it and take it over. Are your order's clear?" Lisa cut power to her engines as a Tarzan dropped on her tail, used her thrusters to roll around in a dizzy loop, so that she faced her attacker. They charged head on, neither manuvering, both taking fire, and in the end, the Broadsword's superior sheilding paid off, the Tarzan's had given way ealrier and had been destroyed. "Understood command, Mill out." Lisa slashed towards a group of eight covies milling around, and let loose a flash of ESDRW and a ASGM-11 Missile. Before they could react, she was already past, and they were floating piles of debris. "Demons, we got a change of plans, it seems command wants to nab a loyalist destroyer, but can't get close enough to do it. And so we come in! I've marked the target on your hud's, sort it to your neural lace if you like, now move in, and disable and disarm this bastard, remember to focus on those Pulse Lasers, and manuver!" 69[]"Hayate you take point," said Saka-147 to her squadmates as they continued down the tunnels. The bikes went faster down the slippery tunnel floor, they were to meet the people who went down first. They were to assit them in finding their lost comrade and move them further into the tunnels useing their bikes. Then the nuke would be planted and they would get out simple as that, maybe but the SPARTANs had doubts. What that ODST said, that the resistence would be even greater near the Flood command. As they continued down the hole, they saw something through a crack in the tunnel wall. A train it looked like, but then it was gone in a instant, so the SPARTANs just kept on going. As they neared the pilot's position they ran over alot of flood bodies. "So where you want to go," 'Konoyee looked through the battle plans one more time, his heavy biosuits would take out the Destoryers shields just like the last one. Then they would fire more plasma torpedoes at the unshielded ship, destorying it. His Biosuits were already on that, but the humans had come back into space. Maybe we should help them, yes 'Konoyee thought they would be great allies in this time. "Commander of the biosuits," said 'Konoyee into the comm. "Yes sir," he replied back. "Go near the Human spacefighters and asked if they would accept our help," "But sir they are pitful humans, we could kill them in a instant," "I know but if they are allied with us we could destory the Loyalists much faster and then leave much faster," "Ahh now i understand, you want to be temporaly allied not forever," " Yes also if the time came we could destory them much easier to," " Carring out your order sir." said the Commander of the biosuits then flew away to talk to the apparent leader of the humans. As the heay biosuits began a new attack on the Destoryer. Everything will tick into place and then i will be seen more competent then 'Vordyee thought 'Konoyee as he began to plan out his next move. -- 70[]-On board the UNSC Eagle after responding to distress call from Arctic IV- Admiral Garrison walks back and forth in the UNSC Eagle's bridge. He looks at the schematics of the now surrounded planet of Arctic IV. " Admiral Garrison what can you tell from the SOS you received from Arctic IV's UNSC station? Admiral Ustice asked. Garrison turned with arms back behind his hips and sighed briefly. " From what we got the units down on the surface are facing hostiles outmatching them by the thousands. And are relaying this to any allying ships Elites or UNSC." Garrison replied as he turned to go to a crew member at one of the monitors. "Alright awaken SPARTAN-G089 and SPARTAN-078 they're going down there to help" Garrison says to the crew member as he looks back at the frozen planet. The crew member then pressed a com and spoke into the mike in front of him. "Alright Tim release the two spartans" The nervous engineer said as he let go the intercom. -Down in the Cryo chamber- "Alright let'em loose." Tim said as he points to the engineer up in the cryo lead. The engineer gave a thumbs up back to Tim. Both spartans awaken from their slumber as the groan from the slipspace aftermath awakening. They got out of tubes and didn't even bother going through the diagnostic tests. Soon Linnea and Gary start a conversation as they walk to the bridge of the cruiser. " So what do you think our mission is today?" Linnea asks as she moved her Mark 6 glove around. Gary didn't answer as he walked by other UNSC marines, ODSTs and engineers he soon grabbed a BR55 Battle rifle and some ammo and packed it in his ammo bags. Linnea did the same as she looked at the once social Gamma 2 squad's leader. "Do you miss the squad?" Linnea says as she puts her hand on his MJLONIR armor's shoulder. " Of course I do Linnea but Eagle chose us for the distress mission. So we must do it" He says as he looks to her and puts his thumb on her visor on her helmet mapping out her lips. Grabbing a M6G pistol as his secondary weapon as Linnea grabs the M7 caseless submachine gun. They finally reach the bridge to find Garrison and Ustice waiting for them. They all salute each other and then proceed to the briefing. "We have received distress call from a UNSC base on Arctic IV. We're sending you with some ODSTs to check the planet." Ustice says as he looked towards the planet. "If I may speak sir I feel something very very familiar on this planet" Gary says. "Something lost in my memory" SPARTAN-089 Gary 03:21, 30 August 2007 (UTC)
71[]Keeping his Assault Rifle raised, Edward slowly approached the mass of Flood bodies. He spotted the pilot, an MA5K in hand, looking over at them. Edward looked for any SCAT's. He found none. He looked at the ODST's behind him, they had their rifles casually slung over their shoulders and were walking. They neared the pilot, "you the retrieval team?" he asked. Edward nodded, "heh, theres not much to retrieve, just me." And then Edward saw it, among the dozens of Flood corpses were dozens of UNSC SCATs. They had been too late. "So the Master Sergeant wants our nuke, huh?" Edward nodded again, he didn't feel much like talking. He, a Spartan, had failed his mission. But had he? he had retrieved some part of the team. "Oh man... the ell-tees gonna have our asses for not saving any of these guys!" one of the ODST's said. Edward remembered the Lt back at camp, he had come in gravely wounded and it was a miracle he was living. "Well I'm ready to leave, we got what we came for," one of the ODST's said. The pilot held up a mass of Dog Tags, "I got all the SCAT's covered," Edward spied the pilots Dog Tag: Jace. "Alright then, we're moving out." Edward was just about to set off when he spied something in the distance. Headlights. He scrutinized the things, they had the outline of MK II Ferris Combat Bike, something that was used extensively by Fireteam Zulu, a SPARTAN-II team. "Who the hell are they?" one of the ODST's asked. "More Spartans," Edward replied. "Great," the ODST muttered. But who had sent them? Edward guessed he would find out when they got here. The bikes pulled up. -- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 72[]Golden beams and blue beams shot all around. Small red needle like projectiles and rockets fired as well and exploded with devastating force. The Turtles and Snow Hogs did the best they could, but it wasn't going to be enough. I just had to stay with the vehicles, didn't I?, thought Jerry. For once he actually hated his love for vehicles. Why didn't I just go with the others. Of course, I'll probably have to in a minute. Almost as an answer to his statement, several Sentinel Enforcers appeared and blew up half of the vehicles. That's it, he thought, Time to pull out. "All forces, pull back. It's hopeless up here. There's to many of the foes. Pull back into the hole." He switched to Team Alpha's personal comm. "Roy, I'm bringing the forces down. There's no hope for us up here. The Turtles will hold them off up here as long as they can." "Roger that Jerry.", said Roy, "It ain't a picnic down here either, though. Bring them boys down to help clean up this mess." "Yes, sir!". He switched comms once again. "Captain Wilson, it's not looking good down here. We're having to pull all forces into the largest hole. Send a distress signal A.S.A.P." "Understood, soldier", said Captain Wilson, "I'll get right on it. Hold on down there." Jerry silently prayed that they could last until they got major reinforcements. Things didn't look much better in orbit either. The Sentinels had followed some of the Longswords back into space and they had found the UNSC warships. Now they were engaging them and the fighters. A voice broke through the comm. "This is Dragon Squadron, we're awaiting orders". It was Dragon Leader. Dragon Squadron was one of the best trained fighter squads in the UNSC. "Dragon Squadron, this is Captain Wilson. Engage the enemy Sentinels." "Sentinels, sir?". He didn't quite understand. "The robots", said Captain Wilson, "engage all robot forces." "Roger that sir" Dragon Squadron streaked off into the battle in orbit. Captain Wilson watched them go. I wonder what the ground battle looks like, he thought, can't be much better, probably worse. Once again the comm opened up directly for the captain. It was Jerry. "Captain Wilson, it's not looking good down here. We're having to pull all forces into the largest hole. Send a distress signal A.S.A.P." "Understood, soldier", said Captain Wilson, "I'll get right on it. Hold on down there." He turned to the comm officer. "Tell Admiral Falconi to send a distress signal. Things are turning sour fast." Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 73[]Jace watched the Spartans pull up on their bikes with mild interest, and dug through his memory about them, trying to remeber if they were among the black projects he had heard about...Then he rememberred, and quit thinking about them. For a moment his mind drifted over other projects that were all top secret, and most high ranking UNSC officers didn't know about...S-III, S-IV, S-II-IV, Iota...then he banished the thoughts and went back to the mission. "I'f you don't mind, I'm moving out, still gotta complete my mission." said Jace to the gathered group of Spartans and ODSTs, and without a second look back, he spun on his heel, picked up the M7, along with another one in the dead SCAT's holster, and walked off. It was now dark once again...all of the creatures had gone, and he lay shaking on the ground, cold, bloody, and exhausted. He rolled over, and at once, a dozen shards of glass sliced open his cheek, and he let out a small yelp. Sore in every part of his body, he reached for the pistol once again, and dragged himself and his limp, stub of a leg over to a jagged piece of metal, where he rested for a moment. Then instinct kicked in, and he began to bandage the wound, and slowly, things became clearer, less blurry. But the blur was replaced by darkness, and he couldn't see anything at all.... "Two Roll to your left!" Lisa slammed the stick of her Broadsword to the side before the words were even out of Matt Jacob's mouth. A boiling blue flash slashed angrily past where she had just been a second ago, a pulse laser. Lisa keyed her comm, and spoke clearly into it. "Thanks three, still got my wing?" Lisa heard a laugh through the comm, and a moment later Matt said. "You know it babe!" Lisa surppressed a small laugh, for once Matt's jokes seemed a little bit funny. But the feeling didn't last long. Her thoughts drifted to Major Stort crashed in the hole, and Jace trying to find him... She shook the feeling out of her head, and resumed her attack on the destroyer. All around them, the BioSuits that had contacted a few moments ago were buzzing around, firing their cannons. However, the destroyer apparently had put all power to sheilds and pulse lasers, and was taking a hell of a beating. In addition, a nearby carrier had launched a screen of fighters, which were buzzing around, blasting BioSuits. "One flight, gather on me, two flight give us a distraction at vector three-two-sixty, three flight, engage the enemy fighter support and give those BioSuits some cover!" Her face going stone cold and her eyes narrowing, Lisa let her mind open up to the entirety of the Neural Lace, something she didn't do lightly, something that was not an enjoyable feeling. Her own thoughts now were shared by those of her two flightmates, and she sent subconsius messages to them, ordering them to form up and keep on her tail. Streaking towards the Destroyer, blue flashes filled the sky as the gunners of the pulse lasers zeroed in on them, letting loose blue flashes. However, as they had discovered during some of their first battles, the pulse lasers let out a magentic echo before firing, easily detectable, allowing the pilots to avoid them. Her neural lace automatically projected these echos into her mind, and Lisa avoided them with ease from over 25 years of experience fighting the covenant from the cockpit. "Move it!" she bellowed into the comm, and let out a ESDRW, which hit the destroyers shield, washing it with brilliant gold for a moment before it disappeared, doing heavy damage. Lisa swooped over the things hull, barely above the shields, swaying side to side as Pulse Laser targeted her. She rolled up on her wing, and in the distance, within definite firing range, she spotted a UNSC Destroyer, which she identified as the Golden Stallion "This is Flight Officer Second Class Lisa Mill to UNSC Golden Stallion, requesting Archer missile assualt on Covenant Destroyer Twelve-Seven-Zee, at quadrant Oh-Eight-Zero on my mark." Lisa spoke clearly into the comm, and a moment later the voice of a human captain came over the comm. "Roger that FOSC Lisa Mill, missile pods A through F are hot and ready for the go, we have the target. "Roger Stallion, one moment please." Lisa swooped past an outcropping on the hull of the ship, cut a pulse laser to ribbons as it opened it's shields to fire, and dodged around the wreckage of a BioSuit. "Demons, get me a golden shower at Oh-Eight-Zero, now!" The 112th swooped in on the target, switching completely over to ESDRWs, and the sheilds fell quickly under the unmerciless barrage of sheild draining streaks. "Mark!" Lisa screamed, and a moment later, Lisa's cockpit autodimmed as the space around the Golden Stallion exploded into light. Dozens of Archer missiles streaked towards the destroyer's open spot, and the destroyer, confused and with over half it's pulse lasers knocked out, was barely able to take out an eighth of the missiles.
"Demons, engage that bastard while their confused and distroy it's weapons, plasma torpedos first!" Lisa looped away from the ship, and found it's shields were down; somehow, they must have struck something inside the ship. Zeroing her sights on a plasma turret, she let loose an ASGM-11, an pulled up as an explosion lit up beneath her. Swerving up, she swore as a Pulse Cannon shot flashed past her, and opened up with her eighties on it, blowing it to peices effortlessly. Smiling grimly, she let loose another ASGM-11, and watched the fireworks.
74[]-In launch pod bay- SPARTAN-G089 sets himself in the launch pod to land on the surface of Arctic IV. He places his weapons in the slots within the pod. As Linnea does the same. Both slide the doors down. "Alright we're ready for launch just punch us when your ready admiral" Linnea said as she waited. Soon the all 20 pods with the 2 spartans and 18 ODSTs were launched as the pod plummeted to Arctiv IV's atmosphere. "Watch out it's gonna be bumpy!" Garrison said over the STARCOM. Gary and Linnea could feel the heat start to approach their feet. Gary could here ray like noises as he fell towards the planet. "Whats that noise?" Gary asked. He put his finger on the battle rifle's scope and tapped. No response from Garrison or Ustice on the unfamiliar sound. He forgot the question when Linnea's voice went on the COM. "Landing in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4......" Gary turned off his COM. He didn't want to know when he landed. Soon the collision hit as the pod hit soft cold snow. The doors busted out as Gary looked for the other landing pods. More were landing. Gary turned on his COM and spoke in to the team. "Alright meet up to my position men and we'll radio in to any surviving units in our area." Gary said as he spoke into his inside microphone. He grabbed his pistol and rifle as he flipped them on. Reloading both just incase the previous clip was damaged in the landing. Soon ODSTs came up to him one after the other as they kneed down in the snow surrounding him. "Sir were waiting for your orders" One of the helljumpers said as he kneed down with the others. Linnea finally reached Gary as he begun to speak the plan. " Alright team we received a distress call from the outpost here on Arctic IV that they were in trouble. We do not know if it is covenant loyalists or if its something else. But we must reach the outpost and search. We're also receiving a scorpion from UNSC Falcon coming soon from Geer. But for now we must search for the survivors." Gary said as he leaned up against the pod. "Burrrr it's F-in cold here" One of the younger ODSTs said as he shook off the snow on he armor. Gary listened to coordinates of the distress call and pointed northeast of their position. "Alright lets go" Linnea said as she turned to walk in that direction. Gary caught up with her as they ran through the blinding blizzard. Gary changed his vision to thermal as almost everything was dark dark blue. But soon notices weird heat movements. Gary tapped Linnea's shoulder and told her to switch on thermal. She did and also saw the weird disfigured bodies move infront of them. "We've got movement" Gary said as he went into battle stance as he continued to creep forward. Pointing his battle rifle at the opfor he yelled to see if they were covenant seperatists or surviving UNSC soldiers. Yet no response. Soon something small and squid like moved towards them. --- -On board the UNSC Eagle in side the armory- Vice Admiral Ustice grabbed a M6G pistol and 3 clips. As he was walking out on the intercom Garrison's voice called out to him for immediate help. Ustice ran to the bridge as he saw that UNSC longswords and shortswords were fighting it out with weird robots around Arctic IV's orbit. "What is that Garrison?" Ustice asked as he catched his breath he was old so he wasn't that fast. "Thats the Dragon Squadron and it seems they're fighting things called setinels...... And they are having a hell of a time killing them." Garrison said as he looked to Ustice. "Should we send some hornets to help?" Garrison asked Ustice. As he looked serious and worried. Ustice still out of breath nodded as clenched his chest. "Hornet pilots go and see if you can help the Dragon squadron." Garrison said as he released the intercom button. He placed both hands on the main computer desk. Grabbed a cigarette and lit it. Garrison pointed to an engineer implying to move closer to the planet. They could see the 12 hornets fly towards the battle to help the sword fighters. But cut their attention off to see a covenant seperatist ships also floating above Arctic IV. "Send a message to that ship and ask why they are in UNSC space" Garrison said to the radio engineer. The engineer nodded and turned on the intership com and said his message. The engineer closed then sent to the seperatists' ship in hopes for a reply. 75[]The Sentinels beams were all around Dragon Squadron. They had other Longswords and Shortswords assisting them, but most were fitted with new recruits that were taken down easily. "We're losing men, fast!", Dragon Leader yelled over the comm. "Requesting more fighters." "We're sending out all we have Dragon Leader", said Captain Wilson, "but we're beginning to run out of fighters. And the situation just got more complicated: Covenant Separatists ships have been spotted orbiting the planet, and whether they're friend or foe is unknown. Vice Admiral Falconi is doing all he can, but that may not be enough. We sent a distress signal, but it could be hours before anyone comes....SKKREESSSKKHHHHRRR" The comm became drowned with static. "Captain? CAPTAIN? What happened? Can you hear me?" It was no good; the battle comm was completely down, only short ranged squad based comm was working anymore. "Dragon Squadron, battle comm is down. We're on our own now." 6 voices replied with "Roger that, sir" across Dragon Squadron's personal comm. Just then, Hornets zipped in to assist. "Where are you from?", asked Dragon-05. "Same question here.", said Dragon-06. Dragon-01, Dragon-02, Dragon-03, and Dragon-04 gave the same question. "We're from Battlegroup Bird; we just entered the system after answering a distress signal. We saw you needed some assistance so we came to give it." "Well you should have got here sooner", said Dragon-03, "the party started without you" The Hornets gave a little bit of much needed relief, and as Captain Wilson watched, he smiled. Better congratulate Garrison and Ustice after this, he thought, they're doing pretty good. Pretty good indeed. But then he returned his attention to his duties as captain. "Move the ship closer to the battle", he ordered, "let's give those boys some cover fire." Down and down the tunnels went. "Do they ever quit", asked Marshall. He was claustrophobic and this wasn't helping him any. "I wish they would", said Edwin. He was claustrophobic too, more so than Marshall, and he also hated the dark. The marines and other members of Team Alpha slowly followed Roy down the deep tunnel. Aside from the ground quaking from the explosions above and the dust and rocks falling from the ceiling when it happened, it was deathly quite. Soon though, the group heard movement up ahead. "Lights off, engines silent", said Roy. The vehicles lights went dim and the engines died. "Everyone else wait here", he said. He crept forward and around a curve in the wall so no one could see what happened. As he crept around Roy saw a large, large cavern. He looked up and saw a small dim dot in the sky. But on the far side of the cavern, he saw lights. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them. He slowly crept forward to investigate what it was. And then he saw a welcome sight. All of the UNSC forces that had retreated into the hole earlier were gathered there, for the moment. Riza Holden looked up as she heard a noise on one of the mounds of dirt and bodies. She saw a figure up there. "Lights, up there" she said, pointing to the figure. Then she could see it was a human, wearing some variant of MJOLNIR armor. He jumped down and introduced himself. "Ma'am, I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Roy C. I'm leader of Team Alpha and the UNSC forces from Battlegroup Alamo. We were also pushed back into the hole. But that does mean you have some reinforcements down here now." "I'm Master Sergeant Riza Holden. Nice to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances. You can call your forces in without fear." "OK, all forces, you are clear to enter the cavern. UNSC forces are the far side, repeat UNSC forces are on the far side, so don't shoot" With that, the two forces joined together. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 76[]"We told you already humans we are allied with you," yelled 'Sedgee from the Bridge of the Golden Sanction, he was incharge when Rapheal was gone. He started out the window watching as the humans took out the Loyalists shields, He then sent a message to 'Konoyee telling him to order the Biosuits into sequence Revter Oligu. 'Konoyee talked into the comm to the Biosuits. "Get started on sequence Revter Oligu," he said into the comm and a general yes sir was replied back. The Biosuits then gathere in clusters of around 10 and began to charge up their cannons to full power. As the cannons charge, the Golden Sanction began to load plasma torpedoes into their launch bays. As the Biosuits fired the all shot at one spot, hitting their mark the combined force of the blast, hit the ship and blasted it's way into the engine room. The beams of white hot plasma hit the fuel deposits and detonated increaseing the blast radius to around half the ship. The plasma torpedoes then fired, hitting their mark, which was pretty hard not to. Blasting throught the hull of the remaining ship making the ship not inhabitible bey anything that need air. This also made the ship not useful for anything and killing all those brutes and loyalists dead as meat. 'Konoyee laughed everthign according to plan, Iota Seven looked back at the UNSC base, she would probably never see the god forsaken strech of flood covered ground again. Her mission was to find the source of the robots and report back to the Master Sergeant when she found it and then they would think of something. She mounted up on the Mongoose and her teamate SPARTAN-064 sitting on the back with a rocket launcher in hand. "Don't worry we will make it through this battle," said the reassuring voice of SPARTAN-064 from the back of the Mongoose. "I hope, or i'll never be able to sleep on a god damn cot again," remarked Iota Seven. Of course if it had been a normal soldier he would have probably laughed at this remark, but not a SPARTAN. Iota Seven was begining to like this guy, maybe he was going to stick around after the battle, if there was going to be an after. The bike sped on makeing good time, of course this was no use because they didn't now where the hell they were going. -- 77[]-Near the UNSC outpost on Arctic IV- The team still slowly approaching their unknown movement up ahead. Soon seeing blue plasma flying by there noses they turn left to see a covenant loyalist grunt trying to shoot a plasma rifle. A ODST puts a bullet in the methane tank as they walk by as it suffocates. They reach the base and see the base covered in non covenant or human blood or fluid. It was yellow and smelt disgusting. "God what the fuck is that smell" a ODST exclaimed as he moved his hands left and right in front of his face. "Thats the flood....I knew I felt something fimiliar here" Gary replies as he continues on through the base. He opens a door to see marines slaughtered and shredded flood combat forms laying against the walls and on the floors. He signals each ODST into a room to check for survivors or mid infected. As Gary is ravages through paper work and bodies he spots a mid infected marine barely struggling still to fight the infection form off his back. Gary walked up squished the flood with his hand and held the marine's shoulder. "Do you know what happened to the soldiers here?" Gary asked the dieing marine. The marine coughed blood out of his mouth as he muttered on a couple words. "They went cough they went into the flood hole ugghhhh" marine died after his statement. Linnea came up to Gary as she leaned over him and shut the marine's eyes. She then walked back to the doorway and looked back at Gary. "Lets go find ourselves some survivors." She said as she gave a thumbs up as she walked out. Gary followed out with her. He found her looking at a giant hole out about 20 meters in front of the base. "Wo!... How come we didn't see that before?" Gary asked as he looked in awe at the gaping hole in the snow. Linnea didn't answer as she continued to walk toawrds it. The ODSTs followed as the gathered around the edge of it. One kicked snow in to see if he could follow it down. "Well they went down there we're going to have to as well." Linnea said as she patted an ODST's shoulder. But soon as they were looking at the hole some unknown motions were picked up on the radar. To their left they saw 4 flying robotic objects look at them. The creatures were speaking in a alien like language. An ODST walked forward and proclaimed to destroy it. The 4 robots shook a little and then spoke in english. You are invading on forerunner holy ground are you infected with the flood? The front golden one asked. "No we are not" Gary said, but his helmet disrupted the word he spoke as the creatures did not understand. Subjects did not respond therefore are flood lifeforms The leader said as it started to charge it's beam. "Oh shit!" Linnea said as she pushed Gary and some ODSTs into the hole. She followed as did the rest of the group. The setinels followed floating down through the murky depths of the flood hole. The minor setinels were distracted by flood fluid and started to burn it. The leader followed and start to shoot the setinel beam. The group still running down the hole started to look back to see if their asailents. Only the leader was following them as Gary turned around and started firing off his battle rifle while running backwards. The bullets hit a shield. So thats where the covenant gained the magnetic shield technology Gary thought to himself as he turned back to join the group once more. A ODST found a plasma grenade that wasn't used and tried to stick it to the setinel but missed at it went off. "Got any ideas Gary?" Linnea asked as they continued down the tunnel. She looked at him for a second and knew he was conjuring up something. "We both shoot at it at the same time my M6G and your M7!" Gary said. But Linnea thought up something better and asked for his M6G he threw it over to her as she dual wielded and started to unload on the lifeform. The shield parished and the bullets shattered the setinel to pieces. -On board the UNSC Eagle- An engineer proclaimed to Garrison a message was sent back as they received it. And as usual it wasn't that friendly but friendly none the less. "Alright Ustice get connected to the UNSC Falcon and get a slipspace message sent to them saying we need more vehicles and fighters!" Garrison said as he rushed to the main control table and watched the hornets fight the setinels. "Garrison I want to know what we're up against from covenant to the flood I want a full sitrep on all ongoing movements on that god damn planet!!" Ustice replied with more thrust. A engineer brought a card and slipped it into the hologram. A AI showed up on the circular table. The AI had only a crew cut hair cut and a UNSC like uniform design. His voice was a british mix with scottish accent. "Hello admiral and vice admiral I'm AI Gluttony I will be your eyes and ears of this campaign." He said as he did a mime like posture and leaned on nothing. "Alright Gluttony whats happening and what are we facing!?" Garrison said as he moved closer to the projected man. Gluttony shrugged off Garrison and replied " It seems Arctic IV is a forerunner installation. And yet the UNSC dug into the findings of the flood and their exterminators the setinels. It seems the setinels here are thinking you and all humans are infected with the flood." Gluttony said turning to the planet with his palm towards it. " Wait wait what is the flood or setinels? Whats all this nonsense!?" Garrison asked in anger and confusion. "Typical human nature no politeness only ruthlessness and anger. It seems you two are the only ones who have received the reports on halo and it's secrets it is fascinating really how the forerunners after building so many things just left it all behind for us to release it's awesome power" Gluttony said as he giggled. Soon a STARCOM shattering the radio silence came up. It was SPARTAN-G089 you could here his pants as he ran down what sounded like a empty mausoleum. We have gained contact with the locals of Arctic IV and they're not happy! Gary said as you could hear battle rifle shots go off. "SPARTAN-G089 where are you we have no skycam of you on the surface of the planet" Ustice asked as he stepped closer to the main controls. We're under...ungghh... We're inside what the setinels and marines call a flood hole supposedly the survivors went down this long tunnel. I just don't know what the hell created such a large hole Gary said " Oh thats Arctic IV's giant worm species it inhabits." Gluttony answered. Well then this thing has been infected by the flood because the walls are covered in flood goo! SPARTAN-078's voice said. When the hell is the Falcon arriving through slipspace!? Gary asked urgently No reply was heard they had gone out of range of STARCOM. 78[]Captain Ferris sat in his chair, I'm supposed ot protect everone in my jurisdiction but i'm can't do anything in space, maybe we should send more troops, thought Captain Ferris. He wanted to send troops down to the surface, but he had no idea where they were. "Charile try to make contactwith the gorund troops," he said to the comm officer as he ran his hand through his navy color hair. "Roger that," said Charile as he began to type on his keyboard. They sat there for a minute watching the space battle before them, a slight rumble woke Captain Ferris from his 3 minute nap. "Sir this would be much easier if Will was here to help," said Charile as he continued typing. "Right," said Captain Ferris as he called out Will. "Sir nevermind calling him out, i've managed a connection strong enough for a short text message to the Master Sergeant, what do you want to say," "Tell her that we are send vehicles and troops and to put up some type of sign to sho where to drop them, shortened of course," "Roger that" said Charile going back to his keyboard. The Ark'her were working, that would tear the Flood to pieces and the flood would helplessly try to infect them but to no avail. Soon all Flood attacking Union City were dead and the forces protecting the city rejocied at the victory. The Ark'her moved on to protect the rest of the cities and left a small garrision with the other defenders. The Ark'her were the ultamite weapon against the Flood and the Lpins would kill the humans no problem. Soon their planet would be clean again, then they coud rebuild and build further into the planet. Making this planet a utopia, then they would steal the inturders technology and move to the next planet and then the next. This is a glorius age for the Arctic IV Alliance. -- 79[]Where could the retrieval team possibly be? Riza asked herself, meanwhile, the extra reinforcements behind her milled about. They were putting their force estimates at somewhere from 400-500, hopefully that would be enough to detonate a nuke inside a Flood Hive. "Master Sergeant!" a voice called behind her, she turned around, a Marine corporal ran towards her, saluting all the way. "At ease," she said, then asked, "what is it?" "Sergeant Mcall at the COM station needs you, he says its important." "Alright then," Riza walked over to the COM station with the corporal, Sergeant Mcall, the man in charge of the COM, saluted as she approached, she saluted back. "Ok, whats the situation?" she asked, "Master Sergeant, we have a message from the battlegroup ahead, its a text message, look on the screen." She bent over the screen, text scrolled by "MASTER SERGEANT, REINFORCEMENTS ARE BEING SENT TO GRID KILO-BRAVO NINE-FOUR, THE FLEET IS CURRENTLY ENGAGED WITH ENEMY FORCES, THESE REINFORCEMENTS ARE ALL THAT WE WILL BE ABLE TO SEND FOR THE TIME.""Where is grid kilo-bravo 9-4, Sergeant?" Riza asked Mcall. "Ummm," he tapped some controls, "grid kilo-bravo 9-4 falls just 20 meters from the Hole," "Master Sergeant, i don't believe it! the robots over the Hole, their pulling away, only a couple are staying behind!" a nearby Marine shouted. "Good timing," Riza muttered. "Ma'am, we have someone entering the Hole, from the look of it, their coming in through an alternate route, some kind of tunnel." a nearby soldier called. Riza was gone in a flash, she unslung her MA5B, gathered a squad of Marines, and ran to the location the soldier has mentioned. Sure enough, a tunnel with light spilling out of it showed a figure encased in armor approaching them. Everyone centered their weapons on it, "Show yourself!" Riza called to it. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted (a reason not to mess with us)) 80[]The armored figure was wielding two Magnum pistols, which he promptly slings over his fingers in a safety position at the sight of all of the aimed weaponry. "This is Lambda Leader, hold your fire," he said. When he finished that sentence, three more armored figures appears, weapons held in a safety stance - the larger rifles were stuffed under their arms, small side-arms hanging by their hand-guards on the lightly armored fingers. It is Lambda Squad, who apparently went ahead of the UNSC to take a look at the tunnel. "If you need reinforcements, we're all that you need," Lambda Leader continues. --Dubtiger 22:55, 1 September 2007 (UTC)
81[]The squad of Spartans, who were apparently called Lambda, walked past the small squad of Marines and joined the throng of other UNSC forces. "Master Sergeant?" a Marine private began, then looked at Riza, "mmm?" she said. "Theres more contacts down this tunnel, 5-10 of them, I can't be sure." Riza walked into the tunnel and looked into the darkness that shrouded most of it. Lights were spaced every 15 feet or so and gave little lighting. But she heard whatever was coming, it sounded like metal hitting stone. She borrowed a nearby Marines' Battle Rifle and peered down the scope, The Marine was right. A squad (or perhaps two) was running down the hallway, Riza was just having trouble figurng out what they were. Blasted darkness she said to herself. She scrutinized the figures some more, some had the outlines of ODST armor while some had outlines of Spartan armor. More Spartans? she asked herself, she was thankful for the elite soldier support, but she had heard that when large groups of Spartans were together some....conflicts arose. She handed the Marine his Battle Rifle back, "their friendlies, lets just wait here and be the welcoming committee." The Marines nodded and took up positions, within a few moments the Spartans and ODSTs were standing right in front of them. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted (a reason not to mess with us)) 82[]As they finally found the UNSC forces in the tunnel still several marines were pointing the weapons. Out of breath Gary did a hand waving down motion implying to lower your weapons. The marines did as the team recharged with the UNSC team. "What happened to you guys?" A ODST said as he placed his MA5C assault rifle down on its barrel. No marine wanted to talk about what happened and didn't reply to the ODST. Gary finally gaining his breath back. Walked in front of the UNSC forces. He took his helmet off to see if he could breath even more. "Alright I'am SPARTAN-G089 and my friend here is SPARTAN-078 the rest is a ODST recon squad. We were sent to investigate what happened to you men from a distress call." Gary said as he wiped off the steam on his helmet's visor. "We don't know whats happening right now and want to know what the hells going on so we can inform Admiral Garrison and Vice admiral Ustice about the situation so they can call for more reinforcements against whoever is doing this." Gary said as he placed his helmet back on once again. He looked around the tunnel looking at all these frightened soldiers and smiled inside his helmet. But soon heard a very very strange echo from both sides of the tunnel. 83[]Dragon Squadron streaked through the void of space. Except right now, it wasn't a void. It was an intense battleground. The Sentinels hadn't let up on their offensive, so neither had the UNSC and Covenant forces. The Sentinels would go down soon enough. But how long could they survive up here? And what about the ground battle?, thought Dragon Leader. But with golden beams, blue beams, rockets and red needles flying everywhere, he didn't have time to think on that. All he had time to do was fight. And fight he did. Roy stood in front of the rest of Team Alpha. Several more reinforcements had joined them at the bottom of the pit, many of them more Spartans. Well, we'll need all the help we can get, he thought. "You know it. But I know that you don't want it either.", said Clyde. "Why do you always have to read my thoughts? Why can't you just do your job?", asked Roy. "It fun to read your thoughts. Besides you know you shouldn't be thinking that. Not in a battle like this." "Why you...", Roy began. But he was cut short. He stared to the sides of the pit as more forces rappelled down. He knew they were friendlies though, and gave his forces the signal to put their weapons down. Some didn't though, but they weren't his responsibility. As the friendly forces reached the bottom though, they didn't have any time to get comfortable. Almost immediately, they heard a familiar sound resonate through the pit. A Flood warcry.... Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me"
84[]"We got incoming!" someone screamed, Riza whirled around, Flood surged out of one of the tunnels leading to the Hole, growling and screeching for Humans to infect. "aw, dammit!" Riza yelled to herself, then she began directing. She clicked her COM, "vehicles, form a perimeter around those Flood, don't let them spread to much. Soldiers, lay down covering support. Spartans, I need you to get by those Flood, plant an explosive in that tunnel, and detonate it to clog it up!" "Affirmative," a dozen or more voices said in unison. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted (a reason not to mess with us)) 85[]Team Alpha rushed to fulfill their objective. Of course, it wasn't as simple as setting off an explosive. The Flood were coming from several, different tunnels and they had brought Juggernaught forms. But the team rushed to do it anyways. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 86[]Gary and Linnea swiftly ran left up the side of the wall with their spped soon firing blankly into the blood horde that seemed to magically appear in the tunnel. Linnea jumped right into the middle of the group and grabbed another M7 and unloaded into a oncoming juggernaut's tentacles dropping it. She then ran back to Gary's position shouldering any combat form. As they continued to clear pathes for the other spartans a marine combat form clenched on Gary's chest plate. Shoving away from him and then kicking the creature. The kick so strong slip the creature into halves. Then shooting it in the chest to put the fallen marine's misery to an end. Plasma hit Gary in the side as his shield held up for a while. But soon his shield fell as more bolts came at him a plasma rifle's bolt hit him in the side as he yelled in pain as his flesh melted and burnt. Gary fell to a knee as he helt the wound with one hand and shot with a pistol in the other. Marines with a warthog ran over a few oncoming flood infection forms as they helped the 2 spartans onto the vehicle. Ustice getting even more impatient started to itch his head which was his upset or nervous posture he did noticing that almost every hornet was damaged by now. "Gluttony have you gotten any communication to any UNSC force other than the ones that are fighting above orbit with these setinels?" Ustice asked. "No I haven't yet sir but if you wish to try and call off all forces away from the setinels to see if we can take them out with our MAC gun you can" Gluttony replied to help relieve the Vice Admiral's stress. "It's too risky and maybe those robots are blocking our frequencies so that some of the pilots won't hear the order." Ustice said as he walked back to an engineer as he looked at the man's screen. Just too risky He thought as he wandered around the bridge. Soon a engineer spoke and replied with good news. " Sir the UNSC Falcon has arrived from slipspace on the other side of the planet." the engineer said in relief. "On the other side?" Ustice asked to himself. "Shit their either going to have to wait for the coordinates reaches them or they catch up with the drop zone on the planet" Garrison said as he showed him self after walking out of the shows. Gary now resting is handed a new version of the battle rifle the BR55HB GL. A grenade launching version of its sister. Now with some serious fire power Gary stood back up and started run at the horde. He then switched the firing mode to grenade and lobbed 2 grenades into the fray. 87[]The debris flew as the tunnels were collapsed one by one. Jerry drove his Mongoose around the Flood forces like a maniac with Marshall on the back, firing Rocket Launcher and throwing grenades. Lisa was standing back, using a Machine Gun and a Missile Pod in conjunction to take out more Flood than one could alone. Edwin stood by his wife's side and gave her support fire, keeping the Flood away from her. Amy covered her father and Jerry, back to back with Roy, who was firing at three Juggernaught forms that had walked out of the tunnel. The more tunnels they clogged up, the more concentrated the Flood became and the harder it was to blow more tunnels. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 01:57, 3 September 2007 (UTC)
88[]Riza unloaded a full clip of MA5B into a Combat Form, it dropped in a puddle of sickly dark green goo. She hastily reloaded the weapon and selected another target. It was a very easy thing to do. They had clogged all the tunnels except one, the UNSC forces were fightning through hordes of Flood to get to it. She cats a look at the Spartans, they fought ferociously, killing hundreds of Floods in mere minutes. It fascinated and terrified her at the same time. An Infection Form leaped at her, she sidestepped, missing it by inches. She smashed it with her boot. A Combat Form ran towards her, gaining more momentum by the second. It swung at her, she rolled, the claw sliced the air she had been a moment before. She fired a burst of ammo into the Infection Form hanging out of the Combat Forms chest. The Flood dropped to the ground. A Marine fell a few feet from her, his M90 Shotgun rolled through the snow towards her, deciding its' ammo should be put to good use, she slung the MA5B over her back and grabbed the Shotgun, and loaded it to full capacity. A Combat Form leaped at her, she fired, a hole appeared in the Forms' chest, it flopped to the ground. She noticed another thing the Marine had dropped. A C7 Foaming Charge, she snatched it and ran towards the remaining Flood Tunnel, blasting all the Flood who got in her way. Finally she reached it, she emptied the whole Charge into the entrance. She clicked her COM, "All UNSC forces, a C7 Foaming Charge is set in the one remaining Flood Tunnel, fall back to the base!" she picked up the detonator and ran with the rest of the Marines. She cast a final look at the Flood horde, then clicked the button on the detonator. A flash lit the Tunnel, and then it collapsed, a shockwave swept out, mowing down the Flood with it. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted (a reason not to mess with us)) 89[]Although Lambda Squad eliminated hundreds of Flood, hundreds more pursued. Unfortunately, the tunnel that they're supposed to collapse is so flooded with... Flood, that they were having difficulty holding them off long enough so that they could plant an explosive safely. Master Sergeant Riza solved that problem with her C7 foaming charge. Lambda Squad monitors the collapse, bracing from the shock wave it created. Wasn't overly difficult - just a shifting of weight was enough for all four Spartans to endure the wave. When the tunnel seems to be finished with its deadly course, the Lambdas went back into the tunnel, checking for any possible breaches in the handiwork. There were none. The group is safe, for now. "Erebus, give a sonic scan of the tunnel network, and relay it to the UNSC ground forces labeled Flood U.G. Network," said Lambda Leader, checking the ammunition status of his Magnums (which he emptied 4 entire clips, 2 per gun, in the previous fight). "Copy, Lambda Leader. Scan commencing now," said the AI. --Dubtiger 16:06, 3 September 2007 (UTC) 90[]Jace had lost any sense of direction he had once had. Beaten and battered, he wandered through the narrow corridors and tunnels, his dual M7s held high, chambers full of caseless bullets, MA5K slung over his back, and several fragmentation and plasma grenades he had liberated from dead combat forms at his side in his grenade belt. Jace swung around as a rustling noise echoed from behind him, automatically firing the M7s. The flood creature went down, ripe with bullet holes, and Jace turned and continued down the path. Jace wandered for what seemed like hours, finally, he emerged into a tall caveren, were a huge hole off to the side went upward. A hole the size of a Broadsword. Jace exploded forward, heart racing, and heard gunshots up ahead. The fog was heavy, but he could see flashes of light. He emerged from the fog with M7s held high, and to a horrofic sight. Before him lay the crumpled metal wreck of the Broadsword; it had been utterly destroyed, but the cockpit was still mostly intact, aside from the shattered glass of the panels. Jace hurried over to it, shoving his M7s into their holsters and drawing his M6G, which he had almost forgotten about. Jace walked over the cockpit cautiously, weapon ready, when he heard rustling inside. Fearing the worst, Jace ducked inside, leveled the M6G...and came face to face with Major Stort. "Major Stort!" yelled Jace hurrying over to him. Major Stort was a mess. A dozen peices of shrapnell and glass were inbedded in his suit, and blood was seeping from them. His leg was gone from the knee down; it was bandaged heavily but Jace assumed Major Stort himself, but is was still oozing blood from small holes in it. Major Stort looked pale, the normal air of control and responsibility gone from him, he looked small and weak. He held and M6G in one hand, and a spool of bandages in the other. "J-Jace...is t-that y-you?" he asked, his voice feeble and cracking, thick with tiredness and pain. "Its me Major, I'm gonna get you outaa here. We got to get up to the surface..." he said, and his sentence trailed off. There was movement near by. And then through the shadows, he saw them coming from nearly a mile away. "Major Stort, we have to go now!" he yelled, grabbing Major Stort and hoisting him over his shoulder. He leveld the M6G at the now charging flood, then turned and ran through a tunnel, firing behind him, with Major Stort over his shoulder. Every sense Jace had was tingling. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, mixed with steroids and other things, and his body was doing a backflip as it pushed harder and harder. A warcry echoed behind him, and he ran faster. Up ahead a light shone brightly and clearly...he ran faster and faster up the tunnel, intent on the light——and he rolled out of the tunnel, into the searing cold, and out of reflex chucked a frag into the hole. With a boom that resounded over the plains, the frag detonated, and the small tunnel caved in. Jace looked out at the snowy white expanse, realizing he was nowhere near the huge hole where he had entered. The only hole here was the small tunnel barely big enough for him that he had blocked. Jace let out a long sigh and fell into the snow, and lay on his back. Major Stort had fallen unconscious, and Jace was feeling drowsy himself. Mentaly cursing himself, he looked out on the horrizon and spotted a huge storm coming, swirling in a vortex of cold. Shivering automatically, Jace looked down at Major Stort, and decided that he needed to make a shelter. Using his hands to shape bricks, Jace built a small igloo big enough to contain him and Major Stort. He dragged Major Stort inside, and withdrew a thermal blanket and heat absorbing pad from his belt, and placed Major Stort on top of the pad with the thermal blanket on top of it. With his AV suit and the thermal blanket, he should be fine. Jace was carrying enough rationd for a week of both of them. Struggling onto a wall of the igloo, Jace drew all his weapons and laid them out. He began to clean and repair them, and when he was done, they all sparkled and were fully loaded. Jace sighed again, ungratefull for the loss of something to do so quickly, and settled down to think... Lisa rolled to her right as a pulse laser shot slashed behind her, bright blue and angry. Cursing, she rolled up on her wing, and let loose a stream of gunfire, and the turret before her erupted into flames. Skimming across the hull, she kept up her firing and ASGM-11 bombardment, downing several more turrets. The covenant destroyer had been disarmed of all large scale firepower; it's plasma torpedos were gone, and nearly 3/4s of the pulse lasers had been destroyed. "Attention 112th Naval Squadron, sensors read twenty three——correction, twenty two loyalist fighters inbound." came the voice of the comm operator on the Golden Stalllion. "Roger that Stallion, 112th over and out." Lisa clicked her comm to the private squadron channel, and spoke again, "All right people, twenty twoo Tarzans are inbound, I want one and two flights to intercept. Three flight, continue taking down those pulse lasers!" Lisa swerved away from the covie destroyer, he Broadsword's engines straining, and charged straight towards the cluster of Tarzans. Behind her, one and two flights flew in a similar cloud, and at two hundred meters, the shit started flying. 180mm bullets, plasma shots, ASGM-11 missiles, and ESDRW beams filled the sky, and both sides took damage. Lisa's shields took a blow and drained to a half charge, and ahead of her, a fourth of the Tarzans were destroyed. Then they were upon each other. The two groups swarmed and battled in a huge melee of a battle, fighting everywhere, and Lisa manuvered expertly through it. A tarzan dropped on her tail, but she rolled to the side, and slammed him into one of his companions. Blasting forward and rolling, Lisa let her rotary cannons work, and several Tarzans detonated in plumes of flame. Rolling to the side, Lisa reversed her thrusters and dove, cutting down another two tarzans. Within seconds, the skirmish was over, and everyone of the 112th was still fine. "Good job people, lets get on to that destroyer." congratulated Lisa over the comm, and she looped lazily back to the destroyer. 91[]Jared, mind numb from hours of fighting the Flood infections that swarmed the tunnels, didn't notice when the tunnel caved in behind him. Nicole, did, however, and said simply, "Uh oh." When the weary supersoldier turned to look, his heart sank. So they were trapped, cut off from the main group of UNSC forces, and running very low on ammo. He checked his MA5C's rounds-remaining readout. 32. No back-up clips, even. Too tired to swear, he just closed his eyes. Opening them, he talked to his AI. "Juliet, can you cut through the distortion in the tunnels?" The AI sounded on the verge of electronic tears when she replied that she couldn't. "Not with the tunnel caved in, Jared." "Nicole, do you still have those--" "No, I dropped them in favor of carrying more ammo. I didn't think I'd neet C6-X on an iceball!" She frowned. Jared could tell that she was frowning because of the slight change in her voice. "We'll make it out, though. We're Spartans, after all." A noise sharpened Jared's hearing and reflexes with a burst of adrenaline. It was wet, heavy, and dull. Flood. "Get ready, Nik..." She nodded and racked her BR-55X's action back. As the Flood form came around the corner, Jared's eyes widened. God, help us! he screamed in his head. Before he could fire, the thing spoke. Welllcome, it said, voice ringing in the Spartans' minds. You who seek to challenge me. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 92[]"Ist es eins von unseren" said a Lupin to Schwarz-Rückseite. "Kein beenden das, Mittel sie" Schwarz-Rückseite said back to the Lupin. Through the heavy billizard you could still see the Lupin soldier smiling. Schwarz-Rückseite and his pack started to advance on the small structure made of snow and drew their laser swords. Schwarz-Rückseite drew his special sword, it was chainsaw sword and the lasers coated the teeth of the chainsaw. The Lupins approched the small igloo silently, then 15 laser swords plunged into the igloomelting most of the walls. The Lupins did not kill the people inside, no they liked to kill their prey face to face. Iota Seven looked at the tunnel exit or was it entrance. Well it didn't matter because what ever it was the most amazing thing was inside. It must be near the end of the crust because the path infront of them went from 0º to 70º angle, it had been a hour since that had happened and now the were deep. "I don't belive this," said SPARTAN-064 as he stepped of the Mongoose and looked to where the tunnel lead to. "I know it's amazing," replied Iota Seven still looking into the tunnel. "We should make a report," said SPARTAN-064. "One problem how do we get back up it's a 70º angle and I don't think the Mongoose can fly," said Iota Seven as she looked back from where they came. "Well we could take the elevator," said SPARTAN-064 as he pointed to a metal door which had three Forerunner symbols above the door. "Right," said Iota Seven as she pushed the button beside the door. The elevator came quickly and as the got in they heard some faint music. "Great elevator music," said SPARTAN-064 as the doors closed to the elevator. --
93[]"Come in, Come in, repeat, Demon Five, come in." But Jaces COM remained silent. "Where was Flight Officer Williams last known position?" Riza asked Sergeant Mcall, the COM officer. Mcall searched the records, finally, he found it, "at 1723 he walks from Fireteam Zulu and the retrieval team, by 1900 he's gone completely," Riza considered this info, "where can a COM thats inside this Hole not reach?" she asked Mcall, "if someone is to go into the tunnels or to the surface, they are completely unreachable." Riza racked her mind, wondering why Jace would go to the tunnels, then a conversation entered her mind, a conversation that had been said hours ago: Jace's plea for a search and rescue. "He's not in the tunnels," she said, "he's on the surface." She cocked her MA5B, "and I'm going on a search and rescue for him, have Fireteam Zulu and the retrieval team return to base.""Then here," Mcall said and tossed her something, she looked at it, "its a long-range COM system," he explained, she nodded. She walked through the base, selecting Marines and ODST's along the way. Finally, she had a force of 15 or 20 people. Secretly, she wished Edward was on the team, but Ed wasn't here at the moment, so she'd be content with the force she had. Ah, fresh air, not the stuff you get in a Flood infested pit Riza said to herself as an ODST helped her out of the Hole. She looked over the vast expanse of white, "Master Sergeant," Mcalls voice crackled through the long-range COM, "bad news, SPARTAN-091 and his team have disappeared from the radar, a search is being organized." "Good," she answered, they needed all the Spartan assistance they could get. She pressed her binoculars to her eyes, switched on the night vision, and looked over the expanse. For the first few minutes she saw nothing, then two figures appeared. She scrutinized them, they were too far away for her to get a decent look. Then they both drew weapons and attacked something, what the? She put the binoculars down and turned to the Marines and ODSTs and pointed to the location of the two figures. "I've found something, we're gonna check it, their armed, so be ready." -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted (a reason not to mess with us)) 94[]Why? I don't know. Who? Jared-091, Spartan-II, Serial Number J091-S/2P05Q Give it to us! Never. The low drones increased to a high-pitched scream, piercing the supersoldier's temple like a shard of titanium. He winced, feeling his bleeding ears ring. GIVE! GIVE! Hunger we are, hunger! Go to hell. The pressure increased, tightening around his armored chest. GivegivegivegiveGIveGIVE! A warming touch filled his mind, and the pain fell away for a moment. "Get a-WAY!" A crackle, a screech, and the pressure slipped away. Then a deafening roar overloaded his outer auditory inputs, and spasming light created a strobe effect in the must cave. "Don't touch him again, you scum," a cool, clipped tone hissed. Nicole... what was she doing...? He tried to speak up, but the words stuck in his parched throat. How long had he been here? The Flood Brain gabbled, in pain from its wounds, and lashed out at Nicole with its tentacles, a whipping, vine-like attack. A grunt, then another screech, this time louder and more sharp. Jared blacked out for what seemed like a minute, and woke up to a dull light. It was greenish tinged, bioluminescent lichen on the steamy cavern walls. He blinked, and Nicole's face appeared before him. She looked concerned; blood trickled from her mouth. "Are you all right?" "Not... sure. Where...?" "The main Hive. I think. Flood everywhere. You are lucky to be alive." She smiled, almost relieved. "I thought I'd lost you there for a moment." A peppy voice interrupted Nicole. "So am I! I was worried for both of us. Niki and I barely got you out of that Brain's reach." "Brain...? Wh-" "A minor Flood controller," Nicole filled in, "It's dead." "Nicole killed it," Juliet said. Jared looked surprised, and Nicole waved it away. Not the main brain, she explained. The supersoldier got up, reaching for his helmet and finding it. "Thanks," he said to the two women. "I owe you girls one." "And I expect you to repay it," Nicole winked. He grinned and sealed his helmet. "We've gotta set up that nuke. Here's where we need to make our stand." SPARTAN-091|Admin|
95[]"Clear!" the demolitions officer yelled, everyone ducked. The tunnel that would lead them to the Main Flood Hive was suddenly clouded with dust, rocks flew out and pinged on Edwards shield. When the dust cleared, the tunnel was completely unclogged. "Good work, soldier," a Sergeant Major said and clapped the young Marine on the back. The plan was then put into action, Marines, ODST's, and Spartans all ran to their assigned vehicles, though they left a few behind so Riza and her team could follow them when they got back. Wherever they had went. Fireteam Zulu had brought them back less tahn an hour ago, they had spoke little. Edward took up a position in a Warthog with two other Spartans. The driver stuck his hand out to Edward, "Gary", he said and Edward though he saw a smile for a split second through the visor. "Edward," he replied and shook the hand. Then, the convoy set off, with the intent of nuking a Flood Hive in mind. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted (a reason not to mess with us)) 96[]"Gehen Sie, setzen Sie Zeit fest zu beenden" yelled Rot-Rückseite as Lupins jumped for the upper tunnels onto the human forces. Ark'her lunged from the ground as the workers broke through the ground. Some of the warthogs were trapped in the holes that the Ark'her had made. The Lupins eyes burned with bloodlust as the pulled out their guns fireing burst of red laser from the weapons, some pulled out laser swords and began hacking away at the soldiers on the ground. The Ark'her soldiers began to fire there Slugg Projectors at the human forces as well, the Juggarnaut's began to bite and slash with all the weapons they could. They would have the humans on the run soon, very soon. Rot-Rückseite began to smile as the blood of the infidels slahed pon his face, Him and his troops would fight to the death to preserve their planet's greatness,. Rapheal shivered from the cold the blizzard caused, soon him and is forces would leave and find the next piece of this great puzzle. First though he would have to get back to his ship, the Forerunners gaurdians were getting very annoying and would have to be turned off. His soldiers in space would deal with that and then they would leave. 'Vordyee had proven his worth in this battle and would prove his worth in many battles to come. "See if the humans have found a way to get back into space," yelled Rapheal to his troops as the scrambled to do his order. Everything just as it's suppose to be. Kinoshi looked from the top of the hill and pulled out her two large Semi-auto pistols and turned on the effects of her Exo-skeleton. She would end this fighting on her sactuary once and for all. She peered through the built in binoculars in the exo-skeleton, what she saw was a bunch of humans like her running towards two things she couldn't make out clearly. She was wearing her black leather suit under her exo-skeleton. It was quite warm under those 500 pounds of titanium that made her exo-skeleton (which felt like 50 pounds of armour). She began to run towards the humans first, the other figures might be those nasty wolf things. They humans pulled out their weapons and started to walk towards the other figures. She would kill the humans then ask the leader where the rest of the humans were. Then she would probably kill the last human or just let her live for the heck of it. Yes this is all fun and games until someone turns up dead then it's a sport she thought as she began to run at 20 kph a fraction of what she could. -- 97[]"Open fire!" the Marine force had been intercepted by Ark'her. This wasn't good. Edward jumped from his position in the Warthog and slammed the butt of his gun in a nearby Ark'her, it dropped dead. He fired a trio of shots into another one, it met a similar fate. The Marines were killing dozens, Spartans were slaughtering hundreds, but they kept coming. Finally, the acting head of the UNSC forces called a retreat, everyone followed his orders and found a working vehicle to escape in. The newcomer moved with surprising speed for moving around in such large armor, Riza dodged another attack from the strange thing and returned fire. It showed no visible effect. She swore and watched in horror as two ODST's were mercilessly beat down by the thing, she shuddered and tossed a Frag at the hulking mass of metal. An explosion dazed the enemy for a few seconds, then it shook it off. The Marines fought especially valiantly, but in a matter of minutes, only Riza remained. The metal thing stepped towards her and raised its weapons, Riza backed away. She fell into the snow, damn my clumsy old feet!. "Where are the other Humans?" the thing asked with a hint of malice. Riza said nothing. "You make this difficult..." the thing growled. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law!)( The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 98[]Inside the small igloo structure, Jace shivered against the cold as the AV suit's heaters began to fail. The weather was getting worse. Outside of the small entrance, all Jace could see was a billowing snow storm. White expanse beyond all he could see, he had been waiting here for three very long, cold hours. Beyond the billowing snow, Jace knew nothing, and with the cold slowly seeping into the igloo, Jace was at a genuine loss on what to do next. Cursing absentmindedly, Jace glanced over at Major Stort. He was fine, the AV suit and thermal blanket together were keeping him plenty warm, and Jace wasn't too worried about him. Jace turned to the small radio he had taken from his belt. It hadn't made a single noise in all the time they had been here, and Jace thought it might well be broken. Then, with a suddenness that startled Jace, it started sputtering out words, obscured slightly by static. "...turret two-fiv—screech!—down, starting my run on tur—screech!—look out! He's on your si—Screech!—fire, don't let 'em get through, cut 'e—Screech!—own! Take that destroyer out—Screech!—ckly!" Jace turned around and swore colorfully. That was Lisa's voice on the comm, and by the sound of things, they were still fighting the enemy in space. If they were out in space, then that meant they were still fighting, and that the battle was probably still raging on the surface as well. "Goddammit! I swear I'm gonna retire when this is all over!" yelled Jace in frustration, and quite suddenly, he heard a very strange noise. It sounded like a military conversation, the kind someone would use when approaching a hostile structure...only in a different language, a language quite different than the Covenant... Jace's head swam, and he reached for his MA5K—and then a blast of heat washed over Jace, and he fell to the ground, vision black around the edges. Everything around Jace sounded muffled, as though someone was talking to him through a pane of glass. But Jace didn't have any intention of dying there. Rolling onto his back and off his stomach, Jace looked out at the wall of the igloo through his AV visor. A huge hole easily five feet across and four up stood gaping in the wall, and cold, dry wind was coming through it. The packed snow that Jace had made it of had melted and vaporized instantly, and no water was left. There was a small area above the ground maybe two feet high where the snow was untouched, but Jace had bigger worries than how this had happened. In fact, he had a reasonable guess how. Four figures clad in white armor, one with blue shoulder pads and streaks on the helmet, were wearing what Jace deducted to be Thermal Imaging Visors by the way they moved, and were all carrying weapons that vaguely reminded Jace of the ancient Lee-Enfield Rifle on Earth... Then one of the things fired again, and Jace realized how very different these weapons were from the Lee-Enfield. A red beam lanced out and slashed past Jace, melting a hole into the wall of the igloo behind him, but smaller this time. Jace guessed multiple members had fired at him last time, and took a mental note of this new information. Grabbing the MA5K fully up from the ground, Jace ducked out of the igloo entrance, hoping to lead them away from Major Stort, and tossed a short-range distress beacon near it so he would be able to find it again if he somehow managed to survive. Cursing wildly, Jace ran for his life, M7s rattling in their holsters and MA5K clutched tightly in his hands. Red beams flashed past him, and up ahead, a great mound of snow that was rose up on all four sides but had a large hole in the middle, which looked eerily like a bunker caught Jace's eye. Changing course, Jace ran towards it, threw his MA5K over the walls and drew and M7 and jumped. The drugs in the Neural Interface that enhanced his muscle strength kicked in as the adrenaline flowed, and Jace took a great leap that would make a Spartan proud and scrambled over the wall, where he found that the ground was significantly higher up, giving him around three and a half feet of cover from the strange white-faced humanoids. They muttered something Jace assumed to be cursing, and strangely, Jace understood one particularly nasty curse, and realized he had said it in English. Flopping down on the wall, and leaning up against it, Jace's stomach did a somersault as he realized how much trouble he was in. The four creatures were attacking, and had surrounded the bunker/mound on all sides. They were firing relentlessly into the walls, and doing what appeared to be reloading often, but the walls were melting quickly as the red beams bombarded them. Then, without warning, three of them suddenly grouped together at the apparent order of the one with blue stripes, and began pummeling the wall with renewed ferocity. The hail of red beams began melting the wall at alarming rate, and it would be mere minutes before it was gone, and Jace knew he had to do some thing fast; grabbing the MA5K up from the ground where it had been and jabbing the M7 into his holster, Jace moved. In a single fluid motion, Jace bounded over the wall and slid down its outer surface. Red beams shot past Jace as he skidded down the icy slope, firing his MA5K dutifully. Bullets panged off the Blue striped one's armor, not killing him, but apparently bruising him up. The thing keeled over on the ground clutching his stomach , where Jace had fired the majority of his shots. The alien threw away its weapon and began retching. The ground was coming up fast as Jace skidded down, and the clip of his MA5K was getting slim. Jace let one hand supporting the front of the MA5K slide to his grenade pouch, and grabbed out a frag moments before he hit the ground. Instinct kicked in, and Jace put his weight forward as he slammed into the ground and rolled, deflecting the impact. Smiling wildly under his helmet, Jace emerged from his roll and let the frag fly, button already pushed. The grenade flew and impacted into the snow inches from the clump of creatures, and with a small poof it sent a small billow of snow around its impact crater. And then, with a resounding blast, the grenade detonated, and all three figures were flung by the force of the blast, missing limbs, bleeding profusely, and with ragged tears were bits of shrapnel had cut into their armor. They were dead before they hit the snow again. The fourth turned to Jace and continued to fire, and red beam flew past Jace, missing him by millimeters. Jace rolled forward, and reloaded the weapon quickly, shoving the 45 round magazine into the gun with a click that was muffled by Jace's body rolling through the cold snow. Emerging from his roll, Jace open fired, sending a hail of lead at the strange alien. Bullets slammed into the things weapon, and apparently hit something special, because a spark issued from it and the alien stopped firing. And then they were upon each other, engaged in furious close combat. The alien lashed out with the butt of his weapon, knocking Jace's MA5K out of his hand and into the snow below. The alien lashed out again, sweeping the butt at head level with Jace, and he ducked under the blow and drew his combat knife. Jace slashed the metal blade into the alien's armor, aiming for the point where it looked weakest, and it sliced easily into the thing's whitish flesh, drawing blood, which spurted out and splattered across the snow below. The alien cried out in pain, and swung at Jace who rolled to the side, and came up behind it. Slashing at it twice with the knife, the blade connected, and two bloody streaks cut through the alien’s armor. The alien stumbled forward, clutching at its back, and Jace took his chance. It turned to face Jace, and as it did, Jace drew an M7 and put a storm of bullets into its helmeted head. It collapsed on the ground, twitched once, then lay still. Jace stood their for a moment, M7 smoking, bloody combat knife in one hand, soaking with alien gore, watching the snow slowly stain as the body seeped blood. Then, as though he had received an electric shock, Jace bolted, quickly cleaning the Combat Knife and shoving it into its case, holstering the M7, and retrieving his MA5K, which he was relieved to see was not damaged. Then, interested in the strange enemy weapons, he slung the MA5K over his back and retrieved the one that the blue striped one had been using until he flung it away. It appeared undamaged; no shrapnel had hit it, and Jace had not fired a clip of MA5K bullets into it. It appeared in perfect working order. The other ones were not so lucky; they had been utterly destroyed in the blast. However, Jace was able to loot several magazines from the dead corpses of the four aliens, which had been somehow undamaged in the blast. He figured out how to work the weapon vaguely, but determined that it was most likely designed to be able to link with HUDs of these enemy soldiers, which would limit Jace's use of it. Still it was one more weapon that could help him, and Jace gladly accepted. Then, holding the weapon in two hands, he set out in what he assumed was the direction of the igloo, though he quietly admitted to himself that he may have gotten his directions mixed up. 99[]The Nakai had failed in their mission to kill the human, but now the Lupin would take his comrade as a hostage of some sorts. If the human tried to take him back the Lupins would kill the wounded human then deal with the other human. It was so much easier just to kill the human as he tried to make deal to get his comrade back the to kill him in a fight. It would save them so much energy and ammo. "Der Mensch wird schwer, nimmt ihn eine Weile" said one of the Lupins to another as they walked to where the human had killed the Nakai. Schwarz-Rückseite was getting tired of the constent bickering of those two Lupins, but they were some of his best fighters so they would have to learn to work together. "Sie aufzuhören, hier er zu reden, kommt," said Schwarz-Rückseite as a shadow apporached for the blizzard. -- 100[]Team Alpha had loaded up into the still working vehicles that the UNSC forces had and then they had followed the rest. Their mission was to take down the main Flood hive-mind. It wouldn't be easy, even with all the marines, ODST's, vehicles and Spartan's they had, but it was their duty. They would carry it out, to the end if necessary. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 19:02, 7 September 2007 (UTC)
101[]More shots slashed the air above and beside Riza as she tried to make her escape from the metal thing. She cast a look behind her, it was gaining, fast. "Dammit," she muttered and sped up. The vast expanse of blackness that was the Flood Hole stretched before her. She fumbled in her pack, searching for her grappling hook, she found it. She looked behind her, the enemy was running towards her on a perfect trajectory, if it fired, it would not miss. She stabbed the grappling hook into the snow as far as she could and jumped. Just in time too. The thing roared with rage as Riza descended into the blackness. She landed with a thud, she flicked on the flashlight and looked down at her leg, she had stemmed the flow of blood with a little biofoam and "taped" herself up. She shined the light onto the group of Warthogs and troop carriers that had been left behind for her team. Only one was going to be used today. She climbed into a 'Hog and situtated herself with the controls, then revved the engine. The headlights pierced the darkness and gave Riza a clear view of what was in front of her. A tunnel had been opened to bring the UNSC to the Main Hive, she drove into it and looked around, it was lit by something, what that was, Riza couldn't fathom. Dead Ark'her and their gore littered the tunnel floor, clearly the UNSC had met some trouble. Edward popped into her mind again, was he among the dead Ark'her? the floor was so choked with corpses in some places it was hard to distinguish what was what, No, she told herself, Edward's a Spartan, they can't die, can they? But doubt was still in her head as she drove on.
102[]Jared, feeling better after a stimpack and an adrenal spike, typed in the last few digits of the Shiva's arming code, then palmed the remote detonator and gave a signal to Nicole. She sent out a wide-range broadcast to all UNSC forces. "This is Gray Team, Squad 6 to any UNSC forces inside the Hole. Pull back and evacuate. Repeat, pull back and evacuate. The Shiva nuclear warhead has been armed and will be detonated in ten minutes. All UNSC forces, Code Medusa. Repeat, Code Medusa." SPARTAN-091 nodded, and murmered. "Alright, let's get out of here. I'll cover you." Leaning out from behind the rock face, he opened up with the MA5C, allowing Nicole to slip past the prowling Flood forms. The combat forms squealed and threw themselves towards the super-soldier, tentacles whirling. Drawing the sword he had recieved from the rogue Omega Company, Jared slashed at the nearest form. It fell, neatly sliced in half by the two-foot titanium blade. Confused, the others gabbled at each other, than fell to the sword's reach. Rolling, Jared slid down the embankment, then ran to join Nicole at the entrance to one of the myriad tunnels leading from the Hive. Together, they moved into the dark and dank passageway, splattering the infection forms that swarmed the walls and floors. Breaking into a run, Nicole re-issued her evacuation message over the E-Band, SMG blazing at full-auto. Five minutes later, the two Spartans crawled out of the tiny tunnel space and into the desolate ice fields of the planet. Jared caught Nicole as she fell, exhausted, and eased her arm over his shoulders. He didn't feel much better. He eyed the detonator, then asked Juliet, "How much left?" "4 minutes, 35 seconds, 9 tenths." "Thanks," he said, tiredly, and trudged further away from the tunnel leading to hell. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 103[]Kinoshi eyed the two humans in their exo-skeletons, it had been a nice run to this opening The last one got away from me but these two will fall, she thought as she began to walk towards the two SPARTANs. "Hello can i help you with anything," she asked the two exhausted SPARTANs as she insterted the two overly large Pistols into their holsters which retractiedinto her armour. They would lead her straight to their base then she would stop this fighting once and for all. Iota Seven and SPARTAN-064 drove over to the Master Sergeant on the Mongoose when they heared the warning, "ode Medusa," was one thing that really got them moving. "Master Sergeant, we have some really important news," yelled out Iota Seven to the Master Sergeant as they began to move at the same speed as the warthog. "What is it, if you didn't notice we are leaving a place where a nuke is going to be detonated," yelled back Riza over the constent rattle of the wheels and the machine gun fire sometimes heard of in the distants. "When you sent us to investigate where the sentinels came from we found something," yelled SPARTAN-064 as he fired his Rocket back hitting a Flood Combat Form group. "What just spit it out," yelled out Riza as they turned the corner getting ever closer to the fresh air and freedom from the most of the flood. "The Planet, the planet is just a huge machine, all the stuff under a distance is machinary," -- 104[]A satisfying boom told Edward and the rest of the UNSC forces the nuke had been successfully detonated. Well, he said to himself, maybe that'll put a damper on Flood operations. The Warthog burst outt've a tunnel and into the snow, Edward looked around, dozens of other vehicles were driving out of similar tunnels are forming small circles of vehicles. The 'Hog pulled into a circle of troop carriers and stopped. Edward clambered out, looking for Riza and her team. After a few minutes, Edward only found her. "Wheres the rest?" he asked. Riza took a breath, then explained. "As soon as we climbed out of the Hole, something attacked us, it was a big metal thing, it killed the Marines and ODST's and only left me alive...I thinks its looking for the rest." Edward took this in. "Plus, theres another thing...the planets just a giant machine." -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted)
105[]Cold.... Every part of Jace was numb as he trudged through the unforgiving snowy wasteland. The heaters in his suit were slowly beginning to die from overuse, and Jace felt his fingers and toes begin to grow numb. Ahead of him, all he could see was billowing clouds of snow. The whiteness engulfed him, and as his world went white, Jace felt despair grip him, and icy fear, colder than the harsh climate around him, squirm unpleasantly in his stomach.... Get a grip! he told himself silently. He was done for yet. Standing up and brushing snow off of his back, not quite sure when he had fallen, Jace peered out into the snowy blizzard, and caught sight of something dark moving up ahead. Anxiously, he raised the alien rifle to his shoulder, and sighted towards the figure. Biting his lip in strain, he fired. The red laser shot out of the muzzle and flashed towards the strange shape, but seeming to anticipate Jace's attack a moment before it came, it moved with surprising speed and jumped out of the way, leaving Jace's laser to slash empty air. Glancing around frantically, his body and skin now hot and tingling with adrenaline, Jace gazed out into the snowy billowing landscape around him, mentally cursing himself for not acting faster. And then he heard it. The hearing, magnified by the sensors in his AV suit, picked up the fast crunching of snow directly behind him. Jace grabbed the bolt at the top of the gun and pulled it back, releasing the spent battery from his last shot, turning on his heel and leveling the strange alien gun at his onrushing attacker. It looked eerily similar to the wolves of Earth, but it stood on its hind legs, and looked much more intelligent and ferocious. Cursing wildly, Jace fired, and a bright laser shot from the barrel and hit the thing dead on in the chest. The alien crumpled to the ground, a smoking hole in its chest, and Jace heard indiscriminate sounds in the background that sounded similar to German of Earth... Another creature burst out from the billowing snow clouds with a snarl, and Jace twisted as to avoid its claws and biting mouth. The thing flashed past him and rolled, and Jace released the bolt of his alien rifle and fired, but missed. Silently cursing, Jace dropped the rifle and grabbed the MA5K, and reveling in its automatic fire, let loose a wall of lead at the wolf-thing. The beast swerved away, but it still caught some of the bullets; its flank poured blood, and it fell down in the snow, whimpering. Jace took off at a run through the snowy blizzard, his MA5K clutched tightly in his hand, listening for the sound of more of the creatures. The wind howled in his ears, and the snow slashed at his AV suit helmet, and Jace felt his body growing numb again. Then, with a start, he picked up a distress beacon signal; the one he had set earlier. Jace ran towards it, but as he neared and turned on his thermal imaging visor, he felt his stomach plunge. It was surrounded by the wolf-things, which were closing in and attacking with strange versions of what appeared to be assault rifle variants of the rifle Jace had procured from the white humans. Raising the MA5K, Jace let loose and auto burst that caught the flank of one of the creatures. It fell to the ground howling in its German like language, and pressing the element of surprise, Jace fired another burst at yet another of the creatures, and it caught it in the head, which exploded in a rain of gore and bone. But the element of surprise was now gone; the wolf-creatures turned to Jace and attacked, and dozens of red lasers scorched by Jace, and he rolled to avoid them. The creatures took cover as Jace retaliated, and soon they were trading fire. Two of the creatures were advancing around Jace's flank, and he knew that his cover wouldn't be good for long, so Jace moved to the side, and rolled up onto the snowy slope, sprinting towards the igloo as red beams filled the air around him. Jace felt a beam nick his side, and he cursed as the heat of it singed his skin. Jace ducked under a beam aimed for his head, and fired the MA5K blindly in the direction of the shooter. Jace heard a howl of pain ring through his ears, and knew instantly he had hit something. Jace rolled to the side as another beam flashed past, and he knew time was running out. Putting on another burst of speed, Jace sprinted to the igloo and ducked inside, dropping the MA5K and drawing his M7s. Quelling his heavy breathing, Jace lay flat as possible in the igloo, barely obscured by the low wall that had been left by the hole in the igloo, the unconscious Major Stort behind him. On his TacMap, Jace saw the wolf creatures cautiously advancing, Laser Assault Rifles raised, and Jace felt his heart rate spike; he only had one chance. When they got near enough, he put his plan into action. Jumping through the hole with both M7s outstretched and blazing, Jace landed on the chest of one of the wolf creatures and drilled it into the ground, still firing. Jace fired off the remainder of his shots, and brought down another creature. Then, throwing aside the now empty M7s, Jace rolled forward and grabbed the laser assault rifle as he did, and open fired, cutting down one, two, three enemies with bright lasers. One of the remaining two creatures gave a yelp of anger, and drew a longsword that had a laser going around the entire length of the blade. Howling, it charged, and Jace barely leapt out of the way in time as it slashed the air. Jace rolled as it stuck behind him, it's laser blade coming close enough to singe the armor panels of Jace's AV suit, and he raised his laser assault rifle, letting loose a stream of red shots into it's furry back. The wolf-creature toppled over, clutching its chest, and Jace turned and saw a single remaining wolf creature waiting for him. The blizzard had subsided, and the snowy plains were now visible. The sun was shining and reflecting off of the icy ground, and Jace raised his rifle to fire. He pulled the trigger...and realized he was out of ammo. The thing smiled and charged. Jace flipped to the side, and slipped on the icy turf. He rolled end over end, and out of the corner of his eye, Jace saw that the wolf-thing had done the same. Sliding to a halt, Jace jumped to his feet and drew the MA5K and open fired at the wolf-thing. Jace's aim was unsteady on the slippery terrain, and he was unable to get a good bead on the still sliding wolf-creature. Over half his bullets missed utterly, and only a few connected. The thing was wearing some sort of armor, so though a few of the bullets impacted, they only gave off a small trickle of blood. It gave a small howl of blood, and then lunged at Jace, drawing another laser bladed longsword, this one with ornate carved markings. Giving of low growl of pleasure, it slashed at Jace, and cut clean through his MA5K. Jace cursed and through the melted pieces of metal to the ground, and he drew his combat knife. Jace aimed a chest level slash at the creature. The curved serrated blade cut lightly into the wolf things chest, but it barely drew a trickle of blood. Still, its eyes became cold with fury, and it let out a low snarl. It slashed the longsword at Jace's head, and Jace ducked, bringing up his combat knife to parry—and the laser blade melted straight through the knife. Jace swore as he threw the melted knife to the ground, and rolled forward, past the creature, where another one carrying a longsword lay dead in the snow. It was easy to find; its metal hilt gleamed in the sunlight, and the laser on the blade shone like a beacon. Jace sprinted top speed for it, rolled forward, and grabbed it, twirling it in front of him to get a feel for the blade. The thing didn't give him much time however; it attacked with its own sword, and Jace parried quickly. The blow knocked Jace back a few inches, but he kept his sword in his hand. Jace aimed a slash towards the things stomach, but it dodged aside and lunged at Jace's legs. Jace brought his sword down in a parallel ark and caught the blow, then twisted upward and sent the creature’s sword to the left, giving him several precious seconds, which he used to great advantage. Flicking his wrist, he sent his blade straight towards the creature’s thigh; and with a sickening hissing sound, it cut through, leaving a cauterized cut an inch thick. The creature cursed in the German like language, and Jace rolled to the side as the wolf-creature slashed blindly at Jace. Coming up from his roll, Jace saw the creature charge at Jace, a snarl coming from its mouth and bloodlust in its eyes. Jace counted down inside his head, and then at the right moment struck. Jace's booted foot connected with the alien's head with a loud crack and the alien toppled over in front of Jace, who rolled to avoid the thing's incoming bulk. Jace held his sword high and advanced slowly to the alien. When it did not stir, Jace figured it had been knocked out. Quickly looting it of its ammunition, Jace began moving from body to body, picking up ammunition for the laser assault rifle he had thrown aside. Sheathing the laser longsword, Jace retrieved a rucksack from the igloo, where Major Stort still slept, unconscious, and began putting the combined ammunition of all eight of the wolf creatures in it, gathering around sixty of the ammunition capsules, some of which he retrieved directly from the rifles. After testing using a full canister, Jace concluded they each carried thirty shots. Jace grabbed another assault rifle and loaded it, and using the salvaged strap from the MA5K, Jace slung it over his back. Jace went back to the igloo and retrieved the rucksack, and slung it over his shoulder. Major Stort was still unconscious, but Jace knew he had to move; more of the creatures could be on the way. Inflating a portable stretcher that Jace had stashed in his survival kit, he hefted Major Stort into it, grabbed the rope, and began making his way across the ice, dragging the stretcher with one hand, holding the assault rifle in the other. Flicking on his thermal imaging scanner, Jace found a huge heat mass, and began heading towards it.
106[]"Flight Officer Williams' transponder is still giving off a signal, Master Sergeant, and he is walking towards...dang, the computer can't quite get that, but judging by the available evidence, I think he's coming to us," Riza stared at the screen, then pointed to a second mass that seem to be on top of Jace, "whats that?" she asked. A nearby soldier tapped a few controls on his keyboard then looked back at his screen, "the transponder reads as a 'Major Stort', he's the head of the 112th." 112th, Riza remembered the Battle for the Hole and the bombing runs the 112th had undertaken, so this was the man Jace had gone on the search-and-rescue for. "Send a team of Spartans and some Marines to pick them up, those men have gone through hell and back." Once again Edward was on a retrieval mission, and once again it was for Jace. He peered through the pair of UNSC binoculars at where they were headed, Jace was a barely visible shape against the white background, he hefted something on his back, the Major. "ETA?" Edward asked the driver, a female Marine whose face seemed to show no expression. "3 minutes at normal speed," she answered, keeping her eyes on the road all the while. "Oh geez, I got contacts in the distance," the gunner called from the back, Edward put the binoculars back to his eyes, it was true, shapes, Edward couldn't distinguish them, were headed straight for them. Edward hit his COM, "we got trouble, all teams, speed up and form a defense around the pilot and the Major, lets go!" -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 107[]The two humans had directed her to where the remaining UNSC forces had popped up and she had began to run there. Soon she would reach the forces and then she would kill them all. Her foot slipped on a ice patch and she slid for 100 feet till she came to a full stop. Kinoshi activated her binocaulars and saw her objective, the people stood there mulling around just wating to be killed like pigs at a slaughter. The Hydrolics in her legs then went to full power and she ran as fast as she could jumping up around 10 feet before she would meet the humans. HEr suit then injected the battle drugs and her heart rate and adreniline spiked as she brought her spiked boot up to hit the marine. The boot made contact with the marine and his chest bones collasped on contact, and the heart of the marine was flattened. His body flew about 20 feet the came to a stop snow melting around the blood that was seeping out of his broken chest. Kinoshi then turned around grabing a black-armoured human, churshing his neck and throwing him into another human. Extending three of her claws she shoved that into the nerarest marine ripped up and cutting him from the stomach to his chin. Turning pulling one of her pistols out and blowing through a marines skull sending blood, bone and gore onto the marine behind. The mairnes and ODST started to reliased the serverite of the situation now and began to aim their weapons. A ODST pulged three rounds from his BR55 Battle Rifle into the Suited figure, he hit his mark but his bullets simplely reflected off the curved surface. Kinoshi turned around sending two bullets into the ODST one hitting him in the navel and the other in the eye. Kinoshi then grabed the marine closest to her and slamed him against the ground, his head snapped back hitting his skull on the frozen ground ending his life instantly. 10 more bullets pinged off her suit going off in different directions as she finished 3 more marines lifes by putting a bullets through each of their hearts. Kinoshi felt something hit her back and a grenade exploded throwing her into the crowd of soldiers. She quickly jumped up doing a downward kick smashing in a ODST's skull slpattering the soldiers brains inside his helmet. Grabing the fallen ODST's gun she held it level with 3 mairnes firing it full auto into their skulls. Quickly throwing the gun smashing a ODST's faceplate she then ran up thursting her 3 claws through the ODST's weakened faceplate cuting straight through his face. A bullet hit the back of her helmet embeding itself into the armour but not touching the person inside. Dam shields have failed, i have to be more careful, thought Kinoshi as seh grabed a marines face crushing it and having the blood blow out onto Kinoshi's hand. Still holding onto the mairnes discofigered face she heard a Shotgun cock behind her. "Don't move," the voice on the other side said. She turned quickly getting a view of the person behind her, it was one of those humans which had a exo-skeleton just like her. She threw the dead marine at the armoured foe hitting his shotgun of course and fireing harmlessly into the ground. She then punched the dead marines body hitting the armoured man through the body of the marine knocking him out and cracking his helmet. As she turned she shot another bullet hitting a marine in the legs making him crumple down onto one knee. She proceed to kick him in the face sending him 3 feet backand shooting another bullet through his skull. She turned and was face to face with another marine with his combat knife drawn, she pulled the trigger finding that the clip was done. The marine smiled and lunged at her, she side stepped and back-handed the marine throwing him to the ground. Reloading her weapon she put the gun to a ODST's face making a perfect hole right through his faceplate where blood then started to seep out. She plucked a grenade out of the ODST's belt and throwing it in the middle of a group of 5 mairne exploding a injuring the 5 marines. As she turned she saw the one huiman who had escaped her, she raised her pistol and shot the 2 marines that stood beside her. "So we meet again," yelled out Kinoshi as she lept towards the human with her 3 claws out streched. The human dogded the attack, but then Kinoshi turned trying to melee with her gun. She caught the women in the leg knocking out her stance and grabing her by the arm tossing her into the group of soldiers behind Kinoshi. Fireing her pistol into the fallen gorup of soldiers killing some and hitting the women in the arm knocking the firmly held gun out of her hand. As she walked to the fallen women, she held up her gun ready to shoot. At that moment several machine gun rounds hit Kinoshi in the back causing her to drop down for a moment. She turned and started to half run half limp away from the slaughter. She jumped down one of the holes as machine guns rattled above her. I will be back she thought as she slid down the hole. Above the reinforcements had come just in time saving the last of the troops still alive. "Looks like we cam just in the nick of time," said the Marine who jumped off the first pelican as the rest of his squad jumped out. Behind him a entire division with 2 tank divisons were dropped off into the freezing tundra got out of the pelicans, this was the reinforcements that Captain Ferris had sent. -- 108[]Gary got out of the warthog he was driving and grabbed his new battle rifle. He looked at the ammo and only 12 shots remain inside the bullpup clip. Looking around in the snow he soon remembered STARCOM radio was working. Linnea jumped off the turret and walked up to Gary. "So are you going to alert the Eagle?" Linnea asked as she looked up to her 7 feet tall teammate. He nodded and pressed his microphone on. For the past 5 hours Eagle and Falcon have been trying to gather together as they talk to each other. The needed reinforcements are on Falcon and Arctic IV's atmosphere is larger then many biosphere planets. Deciding if he needs to send in pelicans for marine drops Ustice looked at the dreaded planet again and again every time he grew more hatred for the damn thing. But soon STARCOM chatter was interrupted to what appeared to be SPARTAN-G089. "Come in UNSC Cruiser Eagle does anyone respond this is SPARTAN-G089 calling in for a sitrep in the orbit of Arctic IV we have congested the flood hole that we were trapped in." The spartan's voice said. Ustice yelled for Garrison to come but no engineer could find the bastard. "This is UNSC Eagle's Vice Admiral Ustice where the hell were you guys for the past hours?!" Ustice asked as he pulled his finger off the speaker button. Ustice looked back behind him looking around the bridge once more for Garrison yet he was still not found. "We were dealing with a little infestation hole and almost became consumed in the damn motherfucker" The spartan said as he laughed a bit after his quick answer. Ustice pointed to Gluttony and asked the AI to show the coordinates of the team. The screen showed a red dot on the same area that they had been sent to. "Well reinforcements from Falcon has arrived Gary don't worry the rest of Gamma 2 is on the ship." Ustice said as he smiled. But soon he looked in horror as a Covenant loyalist ship snuck up on the Falcon and started to shoot plasma at the Marathon class cruiser which was struggling to turn what seemed to be getting ready to escape slipspace! -On board the UNSC Falcon- The Falcon now was in alarm mode as the started to turn to fight their scared opponents who had the craziest idea to sneak up on the falcon!. SPARTAN-031 looked onward in the bridge as the UNSC Eagle drifted watching the Falcon being shot down! Josh rushed to the armory and grabbed his sniper rifle and its ammo and also snapped a Assault Rifle MA5B. He then rushed to the pods as the rest of Gamma 2 in their pods. Spyton being the youngest on Gamma 2 was anxious to land on the planet and find the 2 others who are apart of the squad. Spyton looked at J across the room as J gave a thumbs up and placed his helmet on. Whatever that was going to happen it was going to be a bumpy ride. Spyton's thoughts came true as a voice came up on the COM it was Major Bricks and he was telling all crew onboard the Falcon that the Falcon was going to crash land on Arctic IV and that the first mission was to save their asses first before the others. "Ahhh shit" Adam said as he shook his head looking to the ground "Ahhh shit is right" S015 said as he slid his door down. 109[]Goddammit! Riza was furious with herself, she should have warned the Marines that armored thing would come. She tried to turn her head and get a look at the base, but the bullets in her body seemed to hold her down. No doubt she had some broken bones also. Black spots began to cloud Riza's vision, no.... she said to herself you can't die, you 'won't' die she struggled in vain to call for a medic, but she was already blacking out. The last thing she heard was the rumble of an engine, then she lost all track of reality. As the Warthogs pulled in with Jace, Edward was greeted with a sight that was quite different from the one he had left. Dead littered the ground with blood everywhere, wounded were busily being treated, but Edward noticed a still moving figure that was alone, he scrutinized it. It was Riza. Edward's already pale face drained of all color. He ran through the snow as fast as his Spartan augmentations would allow him, that feeling he had felt hours before crept back into his mind, what was it? He reached Riza's limp body, if he called a medic, it would probaly be too late. He'd have to treat her himself. He dug through his medical supplies, searching for the biofoam, he found it, inserted the nozzle into all the wounds, and squeezed in the appropiate amount. He bandaged up (or "taped" as some Marines called it) the wounds and sighed, suddenly, Riza awoke, coughing and sputtering, he calmed her in the way he had been trained to do: words. Two ODST medics ran up, the battle was over, but they held their Battle Rifles firmly all the same. Edward nodded to them and they took over, He then walked away from the body, he had to speak to someone. He found First Lt Quak speaking with a number of other officers. "Sir?" Quak spun around, Edward saluted, "at ease," the Marine answered, there was a pause. "Got a question?" he asked, "yes sir, with your permission, I'd like to take a team of Spartans and eliminate the thing that attacked us." Quak paused for a second, then replied: -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 110[]Jared knew something was wrong when the Marine... thing, he corrected himself... had started running towards the survivors. It moved at sup-human speeds, with a methodical precision which was almost robotic. However, he was too exhausted to pursue, especially with Nicole, a half-ton weight, supported on his shoulders. He did try, though. He made it five meters, then collapsed in the snow, fatigue pulling him down like a kiloton of durasteel. His armor whined as it compensated for the cold temperature with its heating system, and the supersoldier felt a moment of satisfaction. If I die here, he thought, I'll have died knowing that I saved lives. Then the hours of fighting parasitic monstrosities caught up with him, and he slept a sleep of no dreams. Juliet, having used the last stimpak on her host, activated the emergency distress beacon. She hoped that someone, anyone, would hear it, and find it. All their lives depended on it. Sadly, she eased into power-conserve mode, and manipulated parts of Jared's brain, easing his pain and speeding healing. The three-note code continued to beep as dusk fell. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 111[]Erebus waits patiently for Riza and whoever the other people are to finish talking. He is still hidden in one of the UNSC official's electronic devices, his ability to transfer himself along different electric devices being put to good use. When the other person finished, he pipped up. "If you have not forgotten, I am programmed to track and give accurate long-range radar scans of the region. On top of that, I can locate approximate locations of jamming devices if I come across them. Although jammers do interfere, they generally have an even radius in all degrees," said Erebus, "if you are wondering why I am telling you this, it is because I can track down the Master Gunnery Sergeant's assailants." --Dubtiger 14:07, 14 September 2007 (UTC) 112[]The UNSC space forces had all managed to form a semi-circle around the Sentinels, effectively cornering the ones up in space. Battlegroups Alamo and Bird had sent in every available ship they had, since the other forces were sending there fighters and bombers down to the planet. But it just seemed to make the Sentinels fight back harder. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 18:49, 14 September 2007 (UTC) 113[]James cursed to himself as Team Murmillo travelled with the advancing ODSTs. That bastard almost got him, he barely dodged the laser. "Ok, we are reaching the designated location! Area is hot, becaoup hostiles all fully armed and ready to fight to the death." Said Major Peterson over the comm. James took the first kill, he shot a round from his BR-55HB SR Battle rifle into the head of the nearest Ark'her. The 501st ODST battaltion followed en suite. A hail of AP and Shredder rounds flew towards the enemy defenses killing the primary defenders. Nakai sniper opened fire onto the advancing troops but were almost immediatly killed by ODST snipers. They were to keep advancing, falling back was not allowed. Victory or death. Those were their options. A charge from Nakai Honour Guards wearing armour in order to survive the planet's harsh conditions cut through the first squad of ODSTs but they too were killed without difficulty. The ODST battlaion reached the top of the hill and faced the Arctic IV Alliance in Close-Quarters Combat. They flooded the enemy trenches. All or nothing. They would make sure victory was attained. "Commander! Our primary defenses have been breached! The humans are flooding the trenches! We have killed many of them but they do not care, we might have to fall back!" yelled a Nakai Sergeant to the commander in charge of the defenses. The commander shot the sergeant in the head with his Jumenga Pistol. "Foo.l" He muttered. 'Captain! Prep your men and open fire with all rifles when I gove the order. the barrage will most likely inflict serious casulties on their forces allowing another force to flank them and a third force to close in from behind, effectivly killing the humans." Sadi the Commander. "Yes sir." replied the captain as the troops moved into position. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 114[]"Yes" said Shain turning to face the SPARTAN. Shain reached in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small wooden charm with a sphere of black jade in the middle. "This belonged to a friend of mine 7 years ago, he gave it to me when I went on a mission for revenge, he told me that Revenge is a dish best served with a glass of humbleness i never saw my friend after that, take this and remeber no one is safe from death or life," said Shain as he put the charm in the SPARTAN's hand and walked back to the group of officers. Brigadier General Micheal picked up his gun and looked back at the soldiers that had began to build a base on the plateau they stood on. "I want that base done in 10000 hours maximum!" yelled out the Brigadier General to his troops as they began to work double as hard. He then turned around and walked back to the small table, "Now the 501st ODST battaltion are attacking here," said Shian putting his combat knife on the spot. "The first Emergence hole was here," said Captain Feredrick pointing to a large black hole. "This is where that elevator was found that would take us nearer to the core," said Colonel Ferrari marking the spot with a x. "And that is where command told us the massive amounts of energy are located," said Brigadier General Micheal put a grenade in the center of the map. --
115[]Edward continued to look at the small charm as he walked through the snow and ice. As eager as he was to get on with finding the armored assailant, an AI had just reported it had found a small signal out in the snow. A three note code that kept going off. A small force of Spartans would be dispatched to find the team and bring them back. Edward checked his weapons then wondered what to do with the charm. Seeing as his Armor had no pockets, Edward simply wore the small charm around his neck. And then they were off, 2 Warthogs of Spartans pulled out of the base and traveled into the area that Marines had dubbed "the Ice Fields." No enemies challenged them, It was a silent ride, with no sound but the Warthog engines. Edward hit the magnification on his helmet then looked around. Nothing. He looked a little farther ahead, and then he saw them. At first all he saw was a great depression in the snow, but then he saw the weak light of Arctic IV glint off MJOLNIR plates. Edward hit his COM "Command, I think we've found them." As they neared ever closer, Edward heard the signal, it was only hearable on one of his COM frequencies, but he heard it. 3 notes, repeating themself. The Warthogs pulled up and formed a small perimeter around the Spartans lying in the snow. Edward and another Spartan both disembarked from their side seats and walked towards the group of super-soldiers in the snow.
116[]A small force of Spartans and ODST's were going to be deployed down an elevator to find out what the massive energy readings were. Most of them had a good guess at what it was already: the source of the Sentinels. If so, their mission was to take it out by whatever means possible. Part of Team Alpha was going to be sent down there with the other forces, while the other half stayed with the rest that would guard their backs and fight off whatever forces stilled walked the surface of the planet. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 15:59, 15 September 2007 (UTC) 117[]-on the surface of Arctic IV- The white surroundings started to make Gary's eyes very sore. The farthest thing he could see was a silouette of a warthog. He walked towards what seemed to be 6 ODSTs just talking. As he was walking towards the talking helljumpers a STARCOM static hit his headphone as he stopped. He waited for an answer instead we was greeted by The AI onboard the UNSC Eagle. "We've got bad news G089 the UNSC Falcon is crash landing on Arctic IV the remaining survivors are going to need rescue." The AI said. Gary smacked the visor of his armor and turned to Linnea who had her helmet off. She looked at him with a face of knowing what had happened and placed the helmet back on. She then saluted. "Are you sure they are going down?" Gary asked as he looked around his surroundings. Gary grabbed a brute spiker that was barried in snow and placed it on his second pistol holster. "I'am it will crash land about 40 miles northeast of your position. I suggest you first go a seperate direction first since the shock wave will of the crash will most definitely be very large." Gluttony said. Gary used hand signals to Linnea suggest to rile up all the UNSC forces around that area. She ran off to do so. Looking into the sky which was pitch white as well Gary wondered what time it was. Linnea ran to the marines that had been talking and ordered them to warn the others. They did as they ran into the snow white mist wall in front of them. Gary walked to the warthog he had used to get out of the flood hole and jumped back in. Turning on the STARCOM to all land units on Arctic IV he announced the recue mission that suprisingly come up. "This is SPARTAN-G089 the UNSC Falcon of the Battlegroup Bird is now in a freefall towards Arctic IV it will crash land 40 miles northeast of the flood hole and shock wave estimate length is 41.5 miles. We need to retreat first then who ever will join the rescue mission come with SPARTAN-078 and I so we can save them from the flood the setinels and loyalists." Gary waved to Linnea to get back in the warthog she did as they drove away from the future wreckage site of a Marathon class cruiser. -On board the UNSC Raptor about to slipspace towards the Arctic IV coordinates- Major Bricks grabbed a M90 shotgun and some slugs and shells. At the age of 65 he was still in tip top shape. He walked to a lunch room in the Raptor to grab some grub. A engineer turned on the Intercom to announce the slipspace travel. "All UNSC personnel 2 hours till slipspace break to Arctic IV" Bricks didn't care much as he walked to a table filled with sergeants. He sat down as they stood up and saluted. He did a small salute back and started to eat. The sergeants looked at him like he was a hero but soon the stare got annoying and Bricks got pissed. "Listen men stop lookin at me eating or so help me I'll rip your teeth and eyes out so you can't eat of look at anyone eat!" Bricks said they soon stopped and went back to their food. Bricks finished his food and walked to the POW chambers. Once he reached the room he sat down on the bench to speak to the captured elite. Bricks looked at the prisoner's profile and smiled. "So your an elite? I thought you were suppose to be against the brutes?" Bricks asked. The elite soon strided to the front of the cell. He was tall for his kind wearing only his Major Domo body armor without the helmet. He grabbed the bars and smirked himself. "Why do you humans persist to call us elites? We are not elites we are sangheili the warriors to the previous holy covenant!" He answered back with that question. "Because you guys we're the toughest to kill until the brutes showed up so our interests called you elites seeing as your race was an elite warrior." Bricks said as he reached for a cigar he pointed to the box to see if the sangheili warrior wanted one as a joke. The warrior grunted and shrugged as a answer of no. "Even though I hate your kind human I'am accept your will to fight and honor it. I hate the jirlhanae even more then you monkeys." The elite said as he stepped back to sit down. "Look I'm sorry we don't have food for you we just don't have your type of food or we would be offering it to you." Bricks said as he looked at the account again. "Your name is Rysp Arculee is it?" "Yes your the first person to pronounce my name right all the dreadful brutes always made fun of it I'm glad I joined Lisudee to fight them so that the elites and the loyal seperatists could make a new covenant one more holy then the ones the prophets and my ancestors made back years ago." Arculee put his helmet back on just to feel comfortable. Bricks leaned forward and asked a risky question. "How about working for your freedom" Brisk asked as he whispered it. "hmmmm even though your human and I don't ally my self with you filthy small forms I'll do it." Arculee said as he walked back to the front of the cell. 118[]The UNSC Passchendaele moved to the side nearly getting hit by a Loyalist plasma torpedoe. The 17 kilometre UNSC Battle Cruiser opened fire with all thirty-six MAC guns. "Ensign, load in Missile Pod launchers one through sixteen. Fire!" Ordered Vice Admiral Falconi. The missiles streaked towards the oncoming Seraph fighters vaporizing them in an instant. The rest of Battlegroup Passchendaele followed en suite with the same tactic. Their job? Punch a hole in the Loyalist space defenses to clear a path for the UNSC Army transports to fight on the ground. The advance Loyalist ships fell back to the main formation. Corporal Micahel Harrison ducked as a hail of purple lasers flew into the battalion. "Corporal Harrison! take your squad and cover our flanking position!" Ordered Major Peterson over the comm. Corporal Harrison acknowledged the order and signaled his squad what they were supposed to do. They moved towards the flanking position and saw a large group of Arctic IV Alliance troops heading their way. The squad opened fire and Corporal Harrison relayed the information about what was going on to Major Peterson. Major Peterson cursed as he saw a Nakai swarm come up from behind. It was likewise for the flanking position. "Captain! Take your company and hold off that enemy swarm that is assaulting from behind! Second Lieutenant! Take your platoon and go reinforce Corporal Harrison's position.!" Ordered Major Peterson. James instinctivly fired his MA5K at the Nakai squad in front of him. The blue-armoured Nakai sergeant took the brunt of the rounds and the white-armoured Nakai troopers followed. Several Konako came from his left firing their Crystalline Lasers at him. he ducked into the trench and Will took out the Konako. Four shots rang out from Tuan's SR99C S2 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle and four Nakai Sergeants armed with scoped Nakai Rifles fell from the enemy sniping position. Several Arctic Prowlers jumped down to meet the SPARTAN-IIIs but they were easily taken out by George's M90A Shotgun. Team Murmillo moved next to the tunnel entrance and ran in spraying AP rounds at the hostiles in the tunnel. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 119[]Once again we're moving out....Riza had been fully medicated and could walk again, but her gunshot scars still ached a little bit. "41.5 miles to retreat, think we can make it that far?" the driver asked Riza. "Who knows...only time will tell." She looked into the sky, the faint outlines of the crash-landing ship were visible, soon the ship would be impossible to miss. She looked beside and behind her, dozens of vehicles were busy driving away, she sighed. "Something on your mind, Master Sergeant?" the gunner asked. "Yes....I'm just a bit concerned if we're going to get it out of the shockwave in time." Riza looked out the side again, then looked into the sky, the ship was closer to the ground now, it looked less like a ship and more like a giant asteroid instead. After 30 or so more minutes the army of vehicles finally stopped, several manuevered around so they had a decent view of the crash. The great burning ship flew through the air and crashed into the ground. Then the shockwave kicked in. Just as the Spartan had said, the wave covered all 41 miles of ground in all directions, blowing meters of snow and ice away. Then it stopped as soon as it had began, Riza disembarked and walked toward the Spartan who was known as "G089," he saluted as she approached, she saluted back. "Something I can help you with?" he asked politely. "Yes," she said, "I'm volunteering for the rescue mission." --- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 120[]A Shiva nuclear warhead exploded in the Loyalist formation knocking out two of its frigates. A small hole in their formation. The ten transports moved through the hole. The Loyalist ships fired but a flurry of thousands of Archer Missiles intercepted the plasma torpedoes. The transports descended into the atmosphere in preparation for a landing. The Loyalists angered at not being able to knock out the transports turned to engage Battlegroup Passchendaele. Both sides charged their main weapons and fired. The transports, carrying the 51st Armoured Division split into two groups: The first group, would land near the ODSTs and help seige the enemy base. The second group, would land near the crash site of the UNSC Falcon and aid marine forces in securing it. The transports landed and sveral wolverines and M12 "Warthog" LRVs drove out heading towards the crash site. At its front was Major General Ryan Nelson. They would meet up with the rest of the UNSC forces there. The other group landed and infantry soldiers poured out, but not normal infantry soldiers, army corps soldiers. Those who specialized in only ground missions. The regiment moved towards the 501st ODST Battalion hoping that they would make it in time. The Nakai forces seemed endless. A hail of BR-55 Battle Rifles opened fire onto the attacking swarm, killing the red-armoured Nakai captain leading the charge but that did not seem to stop them. "Fall back!" Yelled the Second Lieutenant as the platoon fell back. Corporal Harrison jumped into the trench and saw another ODST manning a machine-gun turret. The .50 cal rounds sweeped across the battlefield taking down the first Nakai wave with relative ease, but it did not last long for soon the Nakai swarm got into the trenches and the ODSTs found themselves in an uncomfortable situtation. Battle Rifle and Assault Rifle againts Bolt-Action Rifles and bayonets.Corporal Harrison switched to his M7/Caseless Sub-Machine Gun. "Fall back!" Yelled the Second Lieutenant. "Harrison! You and your squad will cover our retreat!" Corporal Harrison and his squad backpedalded while shooting a flurry of lasers came down. It was a fight to the finish and the odds were looking grim for the outnumbered ODSTs. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 121[]"Alright Riza see if you can get anyone else to help us on this mission" Gary answered as he walked over to Linnea. She was listening to a soldier who was pledging his fear of the impact earthquake. She was laughing at the young boy as he walked away with smg shaking in hands. "Linnea you coming with the rescue squad to save the crew of Falcon and the rest of Gamma 2?" Gary asked. Linnea turned around and nodded and then looked at Gary's side and she quickly kneed down and started to fix his wound from the plasma rifle bolt. The bandage that he had received in the tunnels had been soaked in his blood. While she was patching it up again. He stopped her by grabbing her hand and shooked his head. She stopped saluted and went off. Gary walked to the edge of the small 41 mile crater. He then looked at the silouette of the Falcon and sighed that was one of the ships he'd also been in several times and he led that ship to its final mission. And then it hit him he just caused who knows how many lives as well. He shook his head. He walked back to the warthog and waited to see if anyone wanted to come and help a couple of marines did with their eager faces. Arculee was now walking in the humans' armory as Bricks had a shotgun pointed him just in case the elite would go against his word. Arculee grabbed SMG and a battle rifle. "Your weapons are very primitive but very powerful they intrigue me" Arculee said as he looked at the battle rifle. He walked by Bricks and then looked back at him. "What do you want me to do?" Arculee asked as he cocked the rifle. "Your going down on the surface of a planet called Arctic IV to save our forces once your done we'll give you to your seperatists. Alright?" Bricks answered. "Don't you worry I'll save your friends life" 122[]SPARTAN-064 lifted up his unconscious comrade Jared, together the two SPARTANs, 064 and 077 lifted Jared into one of the Warthogs and doing the same for the other SPARTAN. SPARTAN-064 looked over to his left and saw the massive form of the Cruiser crashing into the planet. The shock wave knocked back the SPARTANs and they fell over and the warthogs got pushed back as the snow and ice rushed over. The SPARTANs pushed the snow off of their bodies and their warthogs. "That was a flaming experience," said SPARTAN-064 as he brushed the last of the snow off of his armour. SPARTAN-064 walked back to the warthog when he heard something, it wasn't the warthog engine or the cruched of the SPARTANs armour it was soft more control. All of a sudden a Bullet went ripping through SPARTAN-064's leg and he fell onto one knee. There was no sound so it wasn't a close range weapon, but the bullet had ripped straight through his shields so the only resonable explination was a sniper. The SPARTANs jumped out of the warthogs and hide behind them, then the soft crunch of six pairs of feet could be heard. -- 123[]The UNSC forces moved towards the tunnel. The tunnel wasn't very large, only being the width of about 5 standing side by side, but they had to go down it and take the elevator at the end. Various forces had been selected, though the forces were few in number. Half of Team Alpha, consisting of Roy, Amy and Marshall, were accompanying the forces down. Up on ground, the scene of the UNSC's base had remained pretty easy for while. The UNSC Falcon had crash-landed and the rescue operations were already underway. As Edwin scanned the horizon though, he saw enemy forces coming in. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 15:50, 17 September 2007 (UTC)
124[]As Riza and the platoon of Marines/ODST's assigned to her walked in through a gaping hole on the Falcon, the sounds of battle rang behind them, she looked behind her. The expanse from the base to the Falcon was far, but the ground was also so level one could see for dozens of miles if they looked close, and looking behind one could see the Arctic IV Alliance had attacked, but they were too close to the ship to give any assistance, the UNSC forces at the base would have to fend for themself. They walked in through the hole in the ship and strolled along the hallways with no opposition. Then they heard it, it started like a small patter, when they ventured closer, it evolved into a banging noise. "What the hell?" an ODST asked in confusion, his answer was provided quickly. A nearby door burst open and two Brutes stepped in, a captain and a normal soldier. The platoon of UNSC opened fire, dozens perhaps hundreds of bullets pinged off the Brute captains' golden armor. "Shoot for the exposed spots!" Riza shouted, she aimed at the an exposed spot near the Brutes shoulder and fired. A trio of bullets slammed into the flesh and spattered the ground. Next she rolled a Frag underneath the captain, it detonated, shrouding the Brute into a cloud of fire in the process. Next was the soldier, but he was easier, within a few moments, he was dead. "How the heck did they get on?" a Marine asked. "They must've boarded the ship while it was still in orbit." Riza said, then shrugged, "who knows." And then they continued, finding a door marked "Hangar", gunfire sounded inside, "move in!" Riza shouted. An ODST stepped forward and kicked the door, it slid apart. The platoon stepped in. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 125[]Valor sighed, or at least produced what was meant to be one; it was indeed unfortunate that the infection had spread so far; the entire planet was heavily infested with Flood, and the atmosphere was filled with spores. The many Sentinels at his command were doing their best to contain the infection within the planet, but it was very hard. He could have sworn that two ships had left system for no apparent reason. The Reclaimers would not be spared of the planet's cleansing, neither would all the other races currently waging war across the barren ice. With a solid voice, Valor gave the order; "Order all Sentinel Collossi to surround the planet; bombardment seems the only viable option." The pistol rounds hit the Command Form without a single miss, but the small metal spheres did little to harm the large creature. He lifted the Human up and flung him into the ground full-force. The Dualmind was indeed pleased; the entire planet was within their grasp, and it would take the full force of heaven to relinquish it. Dualmind's entwining heads continuously laughed, still reciting the poem. Their tentacles stretched across the surface of the planet, seemingly becoming a part of the landscape. Sentinels were easily swatted away, and a large portion of the planet's population were converted to Flood. One ship controlled by them was already out of the system, although it was pursued by another ship. This was their moment of glory, and they would not be stopped this time. --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 02:37, 19 September 2007 (UTC) 126[]Gunnery Captain Achilles Thompson stood behind the two pilot consoles in the Mythos Artillery Unit he commanded, watching the screens of his two pilots, Lieutenant Aiden Smith, and Lieutenant Michael Ambrose. In the background, the dull whining of the transport's engines that was carrying them could be heard through the walls of their Mythos. They were part of the 359th Armored Division, made entirely of Mythos, one of the rarest ground craft in the UNSC arsenal. Looking over the console, he heard the egines sound change slightly, and heard a faint rustling, and knew instantly that they were inside the atmosphere. Silently preparing himself for combat, me got up and moved from one end of the mythos to the back. He heard faint rumblings outside the airtight mythos door, but did not wonder what they were, he already knew: war. Returning to the piloting room, his eyes scanned their consoles, and when he didn't find it, he moved to speaking. "LT Ambrose, what's our ETA?" he asked quietly, and got a quick response. "Thirteen Seconds Sir!" Achilles quietly did a touble take, and abruptly his body movment changed from passive observer to commander. "Understood, crews, prep for landing, secure yourselfs, energize the main cannon, send the fluid to the hydraulics, we need to be ready for immediate dustoff, MOVE!" The crew scrambled into action, and on his mental clock, Achilles swore quietly as the seconds reached zero. With an earthquaking crash and a creak of groing metal, Achilles understood they had crashed. However the bay doors still opened, and light flooded into the dark waiting chamber where twenty five Mythos slept. With a rumbling, all twenty five moved forward on their squat legs, into the dazzling sunshine and snowy terrace. Achille's Mythos, the Mystified, was the first to emerge, and they quickly spotted the two other transports off to the side, bay doors open, and Mythos pouring out. With a steady thump-thump of their plodding feet, the Mythos moved across the snowy ground, heading at top speed for their objective: the main UNSC base. Achilles and the other 74 captains were under orders to assess the ground situation, and give help accordingly. Not a difficult job; seventy five Mythos were alot of help. The last of the stragglers finally emerged and formed up, and at once the power of the 359th Armored Divison was visible.
127[]The two armies continued to clash. Flurries of bullets, lasers, and claws were all around Edward as he and the other Spartans tried their best to fend off the newest threat. So far, the battle wasn't faring well for the UNSC, they had managed to push the Arctic IV Alliance back when they had brought in reinforcements: A wolf-like creature. The wolves had pushed the UNSC back, and losses were mounting. A laser flew by Ed's head and he fired a burst at the Nakai that had fired it. A tank cruised by Edward, firing its main turret as fast as it could, until a Wolf-thing leaped up and tore apart the pilot. Edward turned and targeted the thing, he fired, a burst of ammo caught the Wolf in the head and sent him sprawling to the ground in a puddle of blood. A new Marine took over for the pilot that had died inside the tank. The Arctic IV Army seemed to fight with suddenly renewed strength. Edward raised his MA5C and - not even bothering to aim - fired. More soldiers were dying, the UNSC slaughtered hundreds of Arctic IV aliens, but they pressed on, as if 500 troops lost didn't matter. Then he heard it, it started as a low sound, then intensified to a roar. Before Edward knew it, 75 projectiles struck the Arctic IV Army, killing hundreds. "What th-?" Edward was cut off by another volley of shots. The soldiers beside him didn't know what it was either, but they cheered and shouted whoops of joy anyway. Edward looked from the direction of the shots and hit his magnification, there, standing in perfect lines, were over 50 artillery pieces. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 128[]The Collosi entered the atmosphere in large clusters, floating slowly, but inevitably to their eventual destination. Hours past, and the large machines formed a spherical grid around the icy planet, opened their mandibles and prepared to fire... The Human by the Dualmind appeared to be dead; he was completely silent, and his body was limp. Even if he was not dead though, the icy cold would surely enough kill him; they had no need for more Combat Forms. The large openings that spewed out Flood were constantly bringing out more troops, and the Humans and Arctic IV Alliance were too busy quarelling with eachother. As for Decrepit Valor... that was the problem. They had no idea of his plans, or what he would do to purge the infection permanently. Destromath was weary; the ships had been in heavy combat, and still were. The large amounts of enemy ships were overwhelming, and some of the fleet itself had been destroyed. "Fire!" he roared, and the energy projectors fired simultaneously. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 129[]"YAHOO!!", yelled Dragon-03 as he blasted away at the last of the Sentinels. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 18:31, 20 September 2007 (UTC) 130[]The 29th Brigade of the 51st Armoured Division stopped and looked overhead. About five kilometres to the west a Chopper brigade was closing in on the UNSC forces. About two kilometres to the east a wraith brigade was closing in on the UNSC forces. Major General Nelson dismounted from his M12 and took out a tactical map of the area. "Okay people here is how it goes. I want the Scorpion and Rhino tanks to go and assault the Wraith Brigade on the east. Then I want the Cougar HFVs and the M12G1 "Warthog" LAAVs to go and assault the Chopper Brigade. I will then lead the M12 LRVs and the M831 Troop Transports and go give aid to the allied UNSC forces." Said General Nelson. "Dammit! All men! Fall back to Team Murmillo's position!" Yelled Major Peterson. Corporal Harrison and his squad were MIA, the platoon he sent to their position was almost entirely eliminated, and the company he had sent to intercept the forces attacking them from behind was MIA as well. Thngs were not looking good. Nakai and Konako troops were flooding the trenches from all sides. They had to fall back. He shot a three-round burst from his BR-55 Battle Rifle into the head of a Nakai sergeant sending the Nakai Troopers and Konako in his squad diving for cover. Some small time bought. What was left of the battalion ran through the tunnel, planted C-12 on the entrance, and detonated it sealing off the entrance temporarily. Corporal Harrison lay on the ground with a gunshot wound to the leg. His squad was dead and his battle rifle was shredded by the laser barrage. He inserted a Bio-foam canister into his leg and looked up to see a Nakai Captain look over him. "You are now our prisoner human." It said. Corporal Harrison laughed. He took out a Concussion Grenade and threw it into the centre of the Nakai Squad. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 131[]The Sentinel Mind in charge of the Collosi watched as the Reclaimer ships approached the large floating Sentinels. A command was sent, and approximately two seconds later, the Sentinel Launchers on the Collosi's sides began spewing out Sentinel Majors and Medics. The Sentinels moved toward the Reclaimer ships and fired their bright blue lances of sizzling energy. The Dualmind laughed once more, and the Aerial Forms took flight into the sky; large hordes of them filled the sun-lit sky, and they began to swoop and murder unsuspecting victims below. "Kill the Humans" one head ordered, and the other continued to laugh. By now, the infection was wide-spread; nothing would stop them from completing their age-old task. The Energy Projector Beams hit the Human ship dead on, tearing through the hull and spearing it; soon, the entire ship was motionless. As Destromath watched, he saw the many Sentinel Collosi surrounding the planet. "Charge Energy Projectors... and fire" he growled, and the Projectors glowed hot with energy once more. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 132[]Kinoshi, Ruka, Takuma, Shiki, Kaname and Aido looked at the armoured foes in front of them, Toga observed the groups with his sniper takeing careful aim at one of the enemies. Toga had already shot one of the foes and was perpared to blow straight through another. Shiki pulled out his semi-automatic grenade launcher and loaded in his grenades, his sister Kaname took out her assualt rifle and loaded in a clip of HE rounds. Aido carrying his two smg which fired bullets of .29 caliber. Takuma pulled out the sword that lay at the hip of her suit, and Ruka pulled out her bullpup stlye battle rifle and poped in a cartirge. They were ready. SPARTAN-064 cursed his luck and tried to crawl over to one of the warthogs as the enemies pulled out their weapons and advanced foward. A shot ran out hitting him in the side of the already shot leg sending a jolt of pain up into his brain. In his mind he isolated the pain and made it hurt less. He then pulled out his M7 smg and stood his ground. If i'm dieing here then i'm going to go out swinging, he thought as he started to try to stand. -- 133[]Gary walked within the Falcon and saw rooms he remembered when he was onboard now covered in dead marine bodies and brute blood. Walking further past the escape pod chambers he saw a marine who broke his back from falling and slamming into the wall when the final moments of the ship happened. He walked slowly the silence bothered him so much he whistled a tune to calm himself down. The silence went away soon when a explosion outside went off. Riza and her squad was in the Falcon for some time seeing as brutes and jackals lay everywhere. "Gary the drop pod room!" Linnea shouted as she ran to the room where most spartans waited when invading. Several pods were gone and some were ruined as some ODSTs were split in half from the wreckage from under their bodies. His motion radar picked up nothing soon a marine stumbled into the room with a shard from a slider door lodged into his stomach he coughed to let the soldiers know he was there. "Are there any survivors?" Gary said as he fully turned around to see the fallen soldier. The man couldn't talk as he was drowning in his own blood he nodded and collapsed. No motion they soon realized he was fully impaled. Gary was suprised he could walk since the shard cut off his legs from the brain. "Alright people we need to split up and find those survivors. I'll go up to the bridge and see if the mainframe is still up and I can find the rest of the survivors who left these drop pods." Gary said as he lifted his battle rifle and walked by the marines and Linnea. He grabbed his wound once more since he could feel pain skip to the rythm of his heartbeat. Turning the corner to go up stairs to the 2nd floor He found some loyalist grunts playing with a boot that had fallen off a soldier. He grabbed the two and smashed their skulls together as cyan blood fell out their cracked skulls. Brutes heard the crack and came out the hospital sector to find the 2 demons walking towards them. The major domo brute lifted his brute shot and started to fire but Gary was too quick for the red armored gorilla and soon found his hand through the brute's stomach. The minor lifted his spiker but Linnea had already broken the brute's arm. The spartans then traded their prey as Gary snapped the arm another direction and then a pistol shot through the cranium. Then Linnea letting Gary release his rage held the major's broken arms and let Gary slug the blood right out the wounded stomach. The brute fell and started to beg in his tongue. Gary smirked inside his helmet and grabbed the brute's head and snapped it. The 2 looked at the astonished marines and helljumpers as they were frozen on their feet. Gary rabbed the clips from the dead minor and the spiker he had and continued to the bridge as Linnea followed. The rest went on their way. Wlking into the grand hallway of the Falcon they looked right to see brutes, jackals grunts and drones all searching through dead bodies and canisters. Both Gary and Linnea took out brute grenades and looked at each other as they ran at the covenant force screaming the Gamma 2 motto. "SPARTANS FOREVER!" 134[]From what Edward could tell, it seemed the UNSC was finally gaining the upper hand in the battle against the Arctic IV Army. He turned and ran towards the Warthog he had parked only hours earlier, 064 was still out there, and whatever had attacked them still was too. He climbed in and -hoping no one saw him- drove off. He checked his mission timer: 7:45. He gunned the Warthog further, pushing it to its max speed. Then he saw 064, an overturned Warthog, and at least 6 armored figures standing over him, Edward swore under his breath. This was gonna be tricky, Ed had already seen what one could do to a UNSC base, he did not want to see what 6 could do. He parked his Warthog behind a snowdrift, disembarked, then crept forward. His weapons were what he thought might work against the armor, he had A Spnkr along with an Assault Rifle, plus Frag and Plasma grenades. Someday I'm gonna get one those Brute grenades, he said to himself, then banished the memory and crawled forward. He exited the cover of the snowdrift and was given a clear view of the 6 armored people and 064. Edward contemplated what to do, a rocket, a grenade, or just run in the open with an MA5B firing? -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 135[]"Dadgummit!!", yelled Dragon-01. "Why can't this just be easy for once. Just ONCE!?!?" Team Alpha fought hard down in the UNSC base. The UNSC Falcon had crash landed, and the shock wave had sent snow flying for 40 miles, missing them by only a couple miles. The Artic IV Alliance had moved forces in and were taking 'em down, hard. They were doing fine until they noticed a new creature: "Werewolves", or that's what they were calling them. The "Werewolves" were tearing their forces apart. They were blood thirsty beasts, literally tearing them limb from limb or stabbing them with their claws. But they kept fighting. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 19:22, 21 September 2007 (UTC) 136[]The coils and massive machinework within the Colossi began to heat, and 4 managed to fire their cannons. The massive spherical blasts of energy moved swiftly across the sky, impacting on the surface of the planet with large visible explosions. Two of the Colossi were destroyed by the combined might of the UNSC and the Loyalists, both sides unknowingly helping eachother. The rest of the Colossi began to utilize all their launchers, and the dark of space was filled with cris-crossing beams of superheated energy, both blue and orange. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 137[]The chatter of gunfire and the sizzle of plasma continued as the battle for the UNSC Falcons hangar continued. Brutes and Jackals were the main opposing force, but some sentinels had joined the fight. Riza dodged several Spiker rounds and took cover behind a crate, gathering her breath. She laid her MA5B down and picked up a nearby Battle Rifle, checked its ammo, then jumped out of her cover. The Brute that had fired at her looked mometarily shocked its enemy had left its cover so soon, but the surprise hardly lasted, and the furry creature was firing again. Riza took several rounds to her leg, but kept running thank god for those metal leg coverings she thought as she crouched down, toom aim at the Brutes armored body, and fired. Three shots spanged off the armor, but another 3 managed to punch a small hole. Another 3 put the beast down. She ran through the tracers and plasma and joined a Squad of ODST's. Riza checked the patch on their arms, they were part of the 105th, underneath the 105th logo was a smaller patch which read "Zeta Squad." The leader stepped forward and extended his hand, Riza checked his tag first: Kain Furrey. She took the hand and shook, "Well we took a convenient time to have a party with the Brutes," he said and Riza thought she saw a smile through the visor. "Yeah, considering every other faction on the planet wants to kill every last Human Being on this ship," another commented, Riza checked his tag: Michael Higgins. "Pleased to meet all of you," Riza said and cracked a smile. "We've gotta secure this hangar and keep it from the Brutes!" Riza shouted as a Firebomb went off, Zeta Squad ducked, and Kain pulled Riza down. "Thanks," she muttered, "Don't mention it, the boss has had to that plenty of times," one commented, a man by the name of Martin Cole. Meanwhiile, dozens of miles away from the UNSC Falcon, there was a completely different situation going on. Edward was still contemplating his course of action against the armored soldiers. Finally, he decided he would fire a rocket, toss a couple Plasmas, get 064, then get the hell out. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 138[]SPARTAN-064 looked at the figures around him as he tried to pull the shotgun from on his back. One of the armoured figures plunged her sword straight into the stomach of 064 twisting the handle causing him to flinch and sit up. She then extracted the sword and took another stab at his chest, he parried with his own sword deflecting the freezing sword into his lung. The sword ran through his chest and she ripped it out of his bleeding battered body once again and then kicked his helmet knocking him once agian to the ground. A small explosion was heard off in the distants and a rocket came flying at the group. Before the rocket impacted, one of the group using the armoured fist grabed the rocket and flung it to the ground exploding 20 feet away. 064 took this small distraction to do two things, one pull out his shotgun and shoved it into the face of one of the armoured foes and rip off his helmet so that he could cough out some of the blood that had accumilated in his lungs. -- 139[]"Shit!" Edward openly swore as the rocket was flung away, he was impressed, these things must have Spartan-like reflexes. Clipping the rocket launcher to his back, he ran down ran through the snow, tossing Plasma grenades at his armored foes, grenade after grenade clung to the enemy soldiers, flaring up like blue fire, the explosions slowed them down, but it did not stop them. He chucked a Frag at one of them, the one with the grenade launcher. It exploded, and the enemy was forced to step back a few feet. Edward drew his Assault Rifle and fired, dozens of rounds spanged off the metal plating. Several of the things tried to crush him with their armored fists, but Edward nimbly avoided them, until one of them struck a hit. Edward swore as the fist through him back, the blow would've killed any normal Human in impact, but Ed was a SPARTAN-II, and Spartans were no ordinary Humans. So he kept fighting, until one stepped forward in front of him. It was a menacing sight, it stood somewhat taller, and its armor was stained with blood, red blood. Human blood. "Your the one that attacked the UNSC base..." he began. "Yes, and to be quite honest, your pathetic race fights like worms, killing dozens of Humans is no hard task." Rage flared up inside Edward, he lunged at the thing, driving his armored fist into the thing, it dented the armor on the stomach, but left the foe mostly unharmed. The thing stepped forward, raising its weapons, preparing to fire. Edward raised his Assault Rifle and squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. He was out of ammo. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 140[]Coincidentally, out of pure luck for Edward, one of the few blasts fired by the Colossi had managed to subdue his opponents. It had landed just far enough away to not harm him or Spartan-064, but close enough to knock out, and for some, kill, his opponents effectively. Indeed, it was a slim chance, but what had happened happened. However, at the same time, a flock of Aerial Forms had spotted the fight, and were closing in on the combatants. As for the battle taking place more upward, in space, several other Colossi had been destroyed, however, some more had managed to fire their cannons. As of now, it was a matter of life and death for those on the planet. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions
141[]Edward, shocked and thankful that a beam of golden energy had just impacted on the 6 armored soldiers, immediatly got to work. He knew the metal warriors would be up in no time. He quickly got 064 and -seeing he was in no condition to walk- dragged his Spartan brother through the snow and lowered him into his Warthog's side seat. He looked behind him, the warrior that had almost shot him, stirred, then pulled itself up, struggling to get in an upright position. "Now way..." Edward muttered, but then thought nothing of it. A swarm of creatures then fell upon him, he got a glimpse of them before they became a blur of motion. The sickly, yellow, rotten skin. Flood. He swatted at one, sending it back into a puddle of goo. He then grabbed a Frag, primed it, and then tossed it into the air. The sudden movement caught the Flood's attention, and they flew up to inspect it. There was a boom, and then a number of the Flood were blown back. The metal warrior was up now, running towards him, it would not have it's prey escape a second time. Edward climbed into the drivers seat of the 'Hog, then gunned it forward. The remaining Flood chased Edward, as did the metal soldier. There was a gunshot, Edward turned to the side seat. 064 sat there, defiantly firing his shotgun at the Aerial Forms, they fell out of the sky, one by one. But another flock joined the first, and the Flood came closer. Then two plumes of fire entered the Flood formation, effectively blowing them to pieces. Edward, confused, searched the skies, he saw the source of the missiles, two Hornets. "Hornets!?" Edward yelled, "Where the hell did they come from?" He keyed his COM and spoke to one of the Hornets. "Identify yourself," "Someone at the base called for air support, we helped them then saw you, thought you might need a little assistance." "You picked a very convenient time," Edward muttered. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 142[]Achilles watched silently and happily as the entire 359th open fired, and huge blue explosions engulfed whole groups of Artic IV soldiers. They fired again and again into the crowds of enemies, their artillery doing the most incredibly horrible things to the enemies. However, Achilles knew it would not be enough. If they were just going to take the artillery like this, they must have a plan. And he wouldn't stop firing until he figured out what it was. Jace awoke slowly, with blurriness surrounding the edges of his vision. Slowly, the world came back into focus, and he began to slowly analyze the world around him. His mind worked sluggishly, but he got a basic grasp of the room. He was lying in what appeared to be a hospital wing; and with a start, he realized he was aboard the starship; the rumblings of the engines assured him of that. Whether or not this was a good thing, he wasn't sure. The room was a soothing white-peach color, and the walls were organicly shaped and stark clean. The bed he was lying in was warm and soft, and Jace felt an overwhelming urge to go back to sleep. However, he knew that he couldn't; he had to find his way around. He realized fuzzily that he was still wearing his uniform, but that it had been cleaned and relieved of the tears and rips that had damaged it. He began to get out of the bed, and whistled as he walked down the corridors. He made his way to the bridge, and found the name Golden Stallion emblazoned in bright gold letters above the doorframe. Silently wondering what had happened since he had been recovered, he entered. At his first glance at the main viewscreen, he realized what was happening with the battle, and as he saw the hundreds of sentinels trading fire with the UNSC fleet, his heart sank. And then, manuvering around a loyalist frigate, he spotted the insigna for the 112th Naval Squadron. He quickly counted the number of ships, and silently let out a sigh of relief. They were all alive. The captain of the ship saw him enter, and turned cordially to face Jace. He extended his hand, and Jace shook, and a smile played across the man's face. "Good to see your awake...the techies said you'd be out for days, with the amount of exhaustion you had, but I had trouble believing it, and your living proof I was right. I'm captain Michell Stordon, subordinate extrordinaire, and I imagine you want to return to your sqaud." Jace could only muster a pitiful sounding "Yes Sir.", but Stordon continued anyway. The battles been fierce, and the addition of these new enemies dosen't help. The Stallion hasn't been able to repair your Broadsword, but we have received a Mk. 2 Gladius fighter for you to use for now. Should be to your liking, it has shields and all, and has newer weaponry than the Mk. 1. Jace thought back to his earlier uses of the Gladius, which had been for ONI and had usually been scoop-and-skoot missions. He heard Stordon say something more, and then was ordered down to launch bay seven, where the Gladius was waiting. The UNSC Hammerfist entered the Artic IV system with a burst of purple light, called their by the distress signal. They were eight thousand klicks away from the closest UNSC ship, the Golden Stallion, which was floating in space near a covenant destroyer, two thousand kilometers from it. The battle over the planet astounded the captain of the Hammerfist, but what he was really interested in was the destroyer. It had a squadron of fighters swarming around it protectively, and it was not firing back. What alarmed him more was the squadron name: the 112th, not exactly an unknown title. But scanning through the battle he found several other well known titles, and he decided it wasn't just a fluke. This was a major battle. "Deploy All Fighter Squadrons! Get the EABTs ready for combat, I want a boarding team on that thing asap! Get me an inbound course that will put us near that destroyer, then plot a course that will take us near the UNSC flagship from our destination, we need to get in touch with admirality." Several minutes later, 960 assorted fighters and bombers soared out of the Hammerfist's many hangars, heading for the thick of the combat. In the primary EABT bay of the Hammerfist, Sergeant Jackson Williams breifed his toon on the mission as they all began to gear up. "We'll be boarding a Covenant destroyer, and the entire division will be going in. Intel says that though the ship's hull is breached, it is has not been opened to vacuum, we'll have to cut our way in, and there will be enemies waiting for us on the other side. Gravity is probably down on parts of the ship, so be ready for grav and no grav combat. Try not to get hit, we'll be bringing materials to patch the suits for return trips if we have to, but I don't want us to have to. Our primary target is the bridge of the cruiser, we're going in to hijack it." The assorted toon members murmured their confirmation, and Jackson returned to his own activities. He put on his own suit, made sure his T2-Pack was secure, slung his BR55-M45 Battle Rifle over his shoulder, grabbed his cutting tools, then gripped his MA5B/VC ICWS Assault Rifle in one hand, emphasizing it's more lightweight frame, even if it was visually identical. He activated his HUD, and life signs and tactical data flashed across his screen. He scrolled his eyes to shift to the TACMAP, and found they were Four Hundred Klicks and closing; time to act. Beckoning to his Toon, he moved out of the prep room to the airlock bulkway, commonly known as the jump room. It was a large metal gate, easily a football field long and half a football field high. Behind it, 400 assorted EABTs stood waiting; ten companies, fifty toons. With a huge lurch and a tremendous hiss of air, the airlock doors opened, and cold, dark starfield lay before them. The flashes of the battle could be seen in the distance, but they had a single target: the destroyer. Their mag-boots kept them in place until they were ready to jump, and in the eery silence of vacuum, which Jackson had grown accomstomed to and even enjoyed, he felt lonely; isolated. Then his comm crackled with a burst of static, and General Vladmeer Antog's voice, the general of the entire divison, echoed through Jackson's ears. "JUMP!" With single minded unision, the four hundred of them jumped. All across the ship, thousands of others were doing the same. Though they were too small to be seen, 5,000 elite boarding troops were now hurtling towards the Covenant destroyer. [[User:Spartan 501|CAF Corporal Spartan 501}} 143[]Whump. His head lashed back against the gunner's deck, and he blinked back the haze from his eyes. A sudden stream of sensory input almost made him wish he hadn't. Chatters of weapons, hissing of energy beams, the thrum of the Warthog's engine. Swarms of things... Flood! he realized as his adrenaline spiked and he sat upright with a jerk, reaching for the weapon that was not there. Looking at his hands, he saw that they were drenched in blood. Not mine. But whose? Then he saw 064, shotgun blazing, crimson lifeblood pouring from his nose and mouth. What happened? Pushing the thought aside for a moment, he tore the e-pak from his thigh, and yanked out a canister of biofoam. "Act first, think later," Mendez had always said. Taking this to heart, he jammed the canister's nozzle into 064's gaping chest wound and depressed the injector switch. That would keep the horribly injured Spartan alive for a few critical minutes. He remembered the driver's style and immediately recognized Edward. Opening a private channel he grated out a set of coordinates for Ed, feeling his parched throat run raw with the effort. Had to get off this rock. No use fighting it now. Grid 24X2 by 356Y. The site of the Valiant Triumph. If Jared had guessed right, the SPARTANs in this Warthog would be able to save most of the Human garrison. If he was wrong... He didn't want to consider that. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 144[]"Affirmative," Edward answered as Jared relayed the coordinates to him. He opened a COM channel to the lead Hornet. "I need you to fly over the UNSC base, get on everyones COM channel, and tell them to retreat to Grid 24X2 by 356Y, also, be sure to notify the soldiers on the crashed ship." "Gotcha," the Hornet pilot answered, then him and his other pilot soared off. Now to get there Edward thought, he gunned the Warthog forward. The second Warthog of Spartans swerved closer, Edward took note of the mostly immobile Spartans in the back. "Where we headed to?" the second Warthogs side seater asked over the roar of engines. "Grid 24X2 by 356Y." Edward answered, both Warthogs suddenly stopped. Above them, wreathed in smoke, lay a ship. Ed checked his coordinates: 24X2 by 356Y. They were here, now they just had to wait for the rest. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 145[]In Edward's case, he had been very lucky only a few minutes before. However, as with everything, all luck has a bad side. As it turned out, this bad side came in the form of Sentinels; massive swarms of them, all moving towards the warthog, beams blazing and armor glinting. For all three Spartans, this would be a challenge that would take all of their skills, instincts, and strength to pull off. And it was likely that one of them would die in the effort. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 146[]SPARTAN-064 turned to see that 091 had injected the biofoam into his body, he had always hated the feeling of the foam coarsing through his veins and starting to fill his wounds. He pumped his shotgun and fired again at the apporaching sentinels, staring down at the shotgun he saw his own marron blood starting to freeze on the shotgun making it harder and harder to pump. He hit the shotgun on the side of the car to break the ice, which shattered on impact, but he still found it hard to pump. Be his count he had 3 shells left, he pumped and fired hitting a sentinel which fell to the ground from it's swarm and exploded. Trying to pump again,but he had no strength left and he started to feel his eyelids drop his head hit the glove compartment as he fell into a unconscious state. "300 meters and closing, Fireteam get ready for the jump," said Saka-147 as they drove as fast as they could towards Grid 24X2 by 356Y. They saw the smoke then the sentinels and then the SPARTANs, the SPARTANs opened the weapon caches in the bikes and pulled out a rocket each. Then Hayate-114 stop her bike and put it in a wheelie postion jumping off and grabing a second rocket launcher. 147 and 125 drove right onto and off the abandoned bike like a jump and the bikes started to fly at two of the swarms of sentinels. 147 and 125 jumped off the bikes in mid air also grabing a second rocket launcher and started to fall. As the bikes hit the swarms the two SPARTANs landed and hit the detonation button setting off the 20 pounds of C-4 straped and inside the two bike obliterating the two swarms. Kathy -145 with the only intact bike put hers up on 114 turned over bike setting it up like a machine gun turret and holding a rocket launcher also. They were ready to deal with the other sentinels now, they hoped. --
147[]"All UNSC forces that can hear this, we are retreating to Grid 24X2 by 356Y for evacuation of the planet!" The message buzzed in Sergeant Kain Furrey's COM as he and his team (along with the Marine Riza) fought off the Covenant and Sentinels inside the UNSC Falcons hangar. Luckily, Kain had an idea. "Alright, lets get in those Pelicans at the far side!" he shouted, he nodded to Riza, who relayed the orders to her own Marine forces. Both teams, ODST and Marine jumped from their cover and ran towards the far side of the hangar, where at least a dozen battle-ready Pelicans stood. "Where will the rest of the UNSC forces on the ship go?" George Quan, A member of Kain's Zeta Squad, asked. "They'll have to find transportation thats closest to their position," he answered. Zeta Squad jumped into a Pelican, along with half a dozen Marines. Kain and Laura Helm, Kain's best flyer, both raced towards the cockpit. Meanwhile, Riza and a squad of Marines were busily running to the small Hangar Security room. Holpefully they'd be able to open the hangar doors from their. No Covenant or Sentinels challenged them, At least a hundred more Forerunner machines had poured into the hangar minutes ago, and they were busy killing the Covenant. Leaving Riza and the rest of her Marines to run freely, just as long as a Sentinels' sensor didn't find them. They found the Hangar Security room, its door broke open from the crash. Riza and her forces ran in. She searched the keyboards, looking for the right button. After about thirty seconds of searching, she found one labeled "Hangar Door Release." She tapped it. She looked up through the window that overlooked the hangar. Over a dozen Pelicans floated above the ground, waiting for the door to open, when it did, they flew out. However, a few dozen Sentinels gave chase, but Marines manning gun emplacements in the back hosed the robots down. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 148[]"All UNSC forces that can hear this, we are retreating to Grid 24X2 by 356Y for evacuation of the planet!" That was the message that every single member of the UNSC forces heard. And none of them question the orders either. They all wanted off that rock as soon as possible, so they weren't going to say no to a change to get out of there. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 00:33, 25 September 2007 (UTC) 149[]The 51st helped the remaining marines in the crash site around the UNSC Falcon into the transports. they hoped that the others could reach the ODSTs in time. The concussive blast knocked Corporal Harrison back a few metres but eliminated the Nakai squad. He picked up one of their Nakai rifles and fired it through the first Konako. He pulled back the bolt and a battery fell out. He snapped it back and fired again. The second Konako died. Nakai soldiers riding Arctic Leapers came charging forward. Corporal Harrison dodged the first shots, waited for the first Nakai rider to come into his crosshairs, then fired. The Leaper tumbled forward dead and flung its rider several metres killing him. The other Nakai riders, aware of his presence came charging forward. Team Murmillo crept through the passageway. James looked and saw a Nakai Honour Guard Squad. Trouble, James had seen what a single Nakai Honour Guard could do. He signaled to his team that it would be trouble. James unslung his SR99C S2 AM Sniper Rifle and shot the Nakai Honour Guard Captain through the head alerting the squad to their presence. One of them went right up close to James as he fired AP rounds in full-auto form his MA5K. The first Honour Guard went down and the team turned to face the others. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 150[]Corporal Kodwell trudged across another walkway heading deeper and deeper into the planet seeing no end to the endless descent. He heard the 3 members of Team Alpha odrer the other members to leave. "Whats happening up top?" Kodwell asked the leader of the small group. "The forces are pulling out and i guess we are staying down here, do you think there is enough ground to protect us from any space attack?" asked the leader of Team Alpha Codwell thought his name was Roy. "Don't ask me, i'm just a marine," said Codwell as they continued down into the planets core. They found another elevator and walked in, this started to desend with the three worried members of Team Alpha and the squad of MArines inside hopeing that the surface corps would find a way off the planet befroe something bad happened. -- 151[]It was indeed... disturbing for Decrepit. The Colossi had so far failed to accomplish their task, and the Flood swarms had begun to assault the various Sentinel Factories dotted across the globe. Two had been destroyed, and the Sentinel number had greatly decreased. If only he could have activated the Halos, he would have, for the fate of his former masters would soon befall the entire universe, and all life would be extinguished by the Flood. The Dualmind had by now, in all their efforts, succeeded. The Forerunners' swarms of mechanical enforcers were now reduced to piles of smoking rubble. All those living that fought the Dualmind would only become more of their minions. It was a game to them, and they held all the cards. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 152[]Corporal Harrison fired another round which blew through the next Nakai rider when he started to feel dizzy. The wound in his leg was bleeding and he had no Biofoam. A shot pierced through his shoulder and he fell down. "Damm." He muttered to himself. A Nakai Sergeant rode up to him and pointed his Nakai rifle at Corporal Harrison's head. "You have betryaed our mercy human and now you shall pay for it." It said, when all of a sudden an sniper rifle round blew the Nakai Sergeant's head to bits. 102mm shells began to explode around the rest of the Nakai riders killing them. The Army Brigade had arrived to aid the battered marines. "Corpsman! This guy is badly injured!" Yelled a soldier. Corporal Harrison could see a medic run towards him before his world went dark. The Honour Guards charged but met a hail of AP rounds from the SPARTAN-IIIs. James slapped in a fresh clip. "Come on we gotta clear a path for the 501st to take control of this base." Ordered James. The team moved forward when a hail of lasers flew at them. James rolled over and returned fire with his MA5K killing a Nakai soldier, but more and more kept coming. Tuan fired a rocket into the advancing Nakai blowing them to bits. Then Ark'her and Konako began to flood through the tunnels towards them. James' MA5K clicked empty and he had no more ammo clips. "Damm! I'm out!" He yelled. He pulled out his M6D HE Sidearm and began to fire into the enemy advance, ready to fight till the end. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 153[]A voice came onto the universal intercomm, the calm voice registering in every UNSC soldier who hears it as Lambda Leader. "This is Lambda Squad, unable to comply to evac orders. We are currently engaged with numerous Flood forms massing at Point Delta E-150." --Dubtiger 16:53, 26 September 2007 (UTC) 154[]Amy rolled to the right to dodge several of the Sentinels' beams. She ran out of room though and barely managed to grab hold of the piping so she didn't fall down a couple hundred feet. It was a massive maze of piping, hallways, tunnels, and every other type of machinery and structure you could think of. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 22:16, 26 September 2007 (UTC) 155[]'Vordyee threw away the spent plasma rifle and grabed a carbine from a dead elite, he turned around and shot the combat form and meleed it in the chest killing the infection form. The Elite combat form fell to the ground, Vordyee saw a comrade elite in between two combat forms he ran and drew his energy sword, throwing it at one of the combat forms and then grabing it and slicing the other combat form in half. As he helped the elite up he turned to see a team demons fighting some flood. 'Vordyee and the other elite quickly ran help slay the flood. 'Vordyee jumped over one of the demons and slashed a ariel form with his energy sword killing it and turning stomped on a infection form. Grabing a human combat form cut into it splashing it's blood over the elite, throwing the body at a group of infection forms. The plasma grenade which he had stuck to the dead combat form exploded killing the group of infection forms. He picked up a dead elite form's plasma rifle and fired it at another form hitting it another time. A bullet hit 'Vordyee's shields maing them flicker, he turned and fired a carbine into another one killing it on impact. Putting the carbine on his back he pulled out his energy sword and threw a plasma grenade into a crowd of ariel forms. It exploded killing them, and he turned to see the rest dealt with. "Demons who are you?" asked 'Vordyee turning off his energy sword on his belt. "We are Lamba Squad and we need a way off the planet," said Lamba Leader. "Your in luck then we are leaving right now for our ships would you like to come with us?" asked 'Vordyee as the Phantom dropship landed near them. --
156[]Although the UNSC evacutation had begun, there were still plenty of Sentinels to contend with. Edward stuck close to two Marines holding a wounded one in between them and covered them as they made their way on board. He ran, clipped his MA5C on his back, and ran towards a distant snow drift. He jumped in its cover and pulled the Assault Rifle off, he looked beside him and sighed, the drift's occupiers were Spartans, Jared and his squad to be more correct. They all fired in unison, downing more Sentinels, "Jared, theres been something thats concerning me," Edward began on a Private COM channel, "What?" Jared asked, "That ship, can it carry us all?" There was a pause. "Most likely, 95% sure," Edward nodded, "gotcha." "Fire!" Riza, from her position in the co-pilot's chair, watched as half a dozen missiles streaked into the Sentinel formations and blew them to pieces. "Master Sergeant!" the pilot said urgently, "the radar is picking up about 6 contacts approaching at vehicle speeds from the North." Riza leaned over in her chair, looking at the radar, it was choked with Sentinels, but from the North, Riza could see 6 circles moving towards them. Fast. "Are they vehicles?" she asked the pilot, "no Master Sergeant," Riza swore silently, "theres only a couple things on this planet that can move that fast and aren't vehicles, the armored soldiers." Riza recalled the distant memory of the metal thing flinging Marines and ODST's and shooting wildly, then remembered the bloodstained armor. Hate burned within her. "Set a path for them, we're taking them down." -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 157[]The Nakai captain looked over the wreckage blocking the tunnel entrance. The humans were fools if they thought this would stop them. "Prowlers! Excavate this entrance!" He ordered. The Arctic Prowlers go to work when all of a sudden he heard a bang. The farthest trench was destroyed. 20mm rounds began to fly through them into the Nakai ranks and two sparrowhawks flew overhead. Several hundred metres behind them was an entire UNSC Army Briagde charging towards them. "Stop those humans!" The captain ordered. A hail of purple lasers flew towards the charging brigade. Major General Nelson smiled. That tactic would not work. If a tactic was used too many times the enemy would soon adapt to it. The Nakai used that tactic too many times and now the UNSC had learned to counter it. The soldiers at the front of the formation began to fire their battle rifles and the rest of the brigade soon followed en suite. The Nakai troopers and sergeants instead of taking cover performed a Banzai charge into the UNSC formation signifying that they felt rudimentary tactics would not suffice. An Ark'her Juggernaut jumped at James. He sidestepped and fired back with his sidearm only to find that it was empty. "Crap.." He muttered. James dodged the juggernaut's fist. He rolled over and found a Crystalline Laser. He picked it up and fired its 20-round clip at the juggernaut. The massive creature's armour could not defend it from the explosive lasers and the flooding forces began to fall back. The SPARTANs had managed to hold out long enough for the enemy forces to realise that they had too many casulties and were falling back. Team Murmillo charged through the hole that emerged. Vice Admiral William Falconi looked over the TacMap of the ground battle. The Arctic IV Alliance was recieving heavy casulties at the ODSTs position. Master Sergeant Holden was engaging something odd. That would have to wait for later. He looked and saw the SPARTAN-IIs heading towards a safe location to get off of the planet. It was a damaged UNSc Corvette-class ship. "Chief Petty Officer Williams! Prepare a minor repair team for Grey Team's ship once they re-enter orbit." He ordered. "Yessir." --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 158[]Lambda Leader pondered the question as he looks over at the elites under the command of 'Vordyee. Seeing that there is no other quick method off planet (and that they are Elites), he agrees to come off-planet with the Covenant Seps. They boarded the dropship, and helped fit 'Vordyee's soldiers onto the ship. The Phantom dropship sped off, heading towards a nearby transport. --Dubtiger 13:31, 27 September 2007 (UTC)
159[]"Bringing us in, Master Sergeant, targets are in range, getting a firing solution now." Riza watched, anticipating the moment the missiles from the Pelican would scream towards the armored soldiers and blow them to pieces. But before they had squeezed off a shot, the enemy opened fire, peppering the ship with bullets and grenades. "Status?" Riza asked, "not much damage, the bullets are hardly scratching us, the grenades are putting some dents, that's about it." "I got a firing solution, open fire?" "Yes," Riza answered, "blow them all the way back to where they came from." The pilot squeezed the missiles fire button and a half dozen projectiles soared forward, exploding against the soldiers' armored bodies. "Their shields are falling, Master Sergeant!" the pilot reported happily, "open fire with the chin gun, Marines, prepare to fire when we circle around!" "Yes, Master Sergeant!" The chin gun fired, throwing hundreds of bullets into the warriors' unshielded armor. "Cover those wounded!" Zeta Squad rushed forward, keeping a group of Sentinels who had been firing on wounded soldiers at bay. "Damned cowards!" Kain heard Katherine Lorence, the demo expert of the team, yell as she flung a captured Plasma at a Sentinel, then watched as it exploded. Kain turned to his soldiers, "Harverd, Higgins, get these men onto the ship, the rest of you, your with me, move out!" the team nodded then rushed to their objectives. A group Sentinels all fired in unison at Edward, causing him, Jared, and Jared's squad of Spartans to all scatter. More Sentinels attacked, driving all Spartans their seperate ways. Edward fired on his assailants, destroying many. However, he soon found himself in the middle of a besieged ODST squad who were busy taking cover behind a overturned Warthog. He read their patches: 105th, underneath Zeta Squad. "A SPARTAN?" an amazed voice asked on a COM channel, Edward turned to the speaker, his helmet identified him as Kain Furrey. Ed nodded to the soldier's question, "hell I'm thankful," the man said and shook Edward's hand. Just then an Enforcer rose up in front of them, cutting the meeting short. "We got trouble!" an ODST shouted. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 160[]After the flying machine had sent missiles flying at them they had dodge some, but not all and their shields were out. The the machine guns started to fire, Kaname slamed his fist into the ground leaving a small object were he had punched. Instanley a large shield poped up to protect the metal soldiers. " We should head back to the town it looks like they are retreating," sadi Aido as the waited under the shield. "Yes we have been out for quite some time," said Kinoshi lifting her finger to the helmet," did you get that Toga?" "Load and clear," said the sniper and the click of a clip being pulled out of the sniper rifle. The Seven soldiers started to walk back to the small city unknowning of what they woudl find. --
161[]Unfortunately, the warriors had escaped, but Riza guessed they would probaly come back. In the meantime, they had a battle to fight. "Turn this bird around," she told the pilot, who nodded. They'll be back, and when they are, we'll be ready. "Lorence, get some C7 on that thing!" Kain barked as the Enforcer turned and fired more missiles, "on it sir," Zeta Squad's demo expert charged forward, drawing out her C7 foaming charge, she squeezed some on the metal thing's underbelly, then ran. "Fire in the hole!" she shouted. A split second later, the Enforcer exploded, showering them with sparks, bits of metal landed in the snow. A team of Sentinels charged forward, causing the Zetas to scatter. Zeta Squad then met up with Higgins and Harverd, who were still evacuating wounded soldiers. "How are the engineers in the ship doing?" Kain asked Harverd, "their working at full capacity, but they still are having some problems." She answered. Kain frowned inside his helmet. Meanwhile, while the ODST's were not aware of it, Edward lay in the snow, the team of Sentinels had attacked as soon as the Enforcer has exploded, and in the ensuing confusion had seperated Ed from the ODST's. He cursed. A small little robot which some Spartans said was called a "Constructor" zoomed forward through the team of Sentinels -which had formed a perimeter around him- and fired a small beam of green light onto his armor. No pain. Instead, a small holographic diagram had appeared in front of the Constructor, and every second it kept its beam on Edward's armor, the MJOLNIR diagram grew more detailed. Is it...researching my armor or me? Edward had no clue. The Constructor then zoomed way into the sky. Then the Sentinels all trained the heads on the Ed, their beams began to glow.... Edward tried to find a gun, he tried to hit the Sentinels, but he couldn't move. The Sentinels must have hit him with some sort of EMP laser. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 162[]With an eery silence, 5,000 EABTs landed on the destroyer's hull, magnetic boots clamping down onto it's sleek organic hull. They had not lost a single man on the drop in; the ship's pulse laser turrets were down, and not a single shot had fired at them. The shields were down, so the glossy and slightly battered hull was an easy breach. Digging into his vacmap, he grabbed his cutter, and began opening up a hole for him to enter. There were no sparks in the vaccum, but the light given off was still there. Across the hull, the rest of the EABTs in his division were doing the same. Jackson's squad were cutting their own way into the hull nearby; they would emerge in the corridor most likely and— A concussion bright flash from behind him was Jackson's only warning. He pushed off of the ship's hull as the blast of plasma flew past, and open fired with his MA5B/VC. A squadron of jackals were pushing forward, pistols blazing green as they spat plasma silently in the dead of space. Through the comm, the voice of one of his squadmates crackled "Let em' have it!" Gunshots and plasma filled the air as the two forces open fired on each other viciously. Vac suits were breached, and many a soldier died from decompression. Jackson touched down on the hull with a little help from his T2-Pack, and bounded across the hull, thanking quietly for the mag-boots. He dodged to the side as a blast of plasma cut across his path, and let loose a birst with his MA5B/VC. The jackal he had fired at crumpled to the ground then rebounded and drifted lazily towards the planet, a single bullet hole where it's elbow portruded. Marksmanship was key for an EABT. Moments later the battle was over. The Covenant forces had been decimated by the superior training and skills of the EABTs in spacial combat. Jackson pulled up a TacDat display in his helmet, and asssesed their losses. Twenty personell, barely anything. The squad formed up behind him at the hole, whicht they quickly finished cutting to a larger size. One of the squadmembers, Amelia Richarts, extended a fiber optic probe into the hole, checking to make sure it was clear. When this was confirmed, they withdrew the probe, and poured into the cruiser. The atmosphere had been cut off in this section of the ship, which was a tolerable nuisance for the EABTs. They, as part of S platoon, were designated to secure the engineering section of the ship, and then to await orders. Jackson pulled a map of the ship, gathered from hacked covenant networks, and highlighted the best route to the target. He quickly slung the MA5B/VC over his shoulder, and grabbed the BR55-M45. In the artificial gravity of the destroyer, Jackson did not want to waist ammo for the weapon that was best used in vacuum. Also, the mounted grenade launcher would be very helpful. They treked quickly and quietly through the nauseating purple corridors, moving with speed and stealth that was one of the most important parts of their training, next to zero g combat. But it was not all serene. Several areas had burning fires in ducts, and occasionally a dead brute or jackal corpse would be found laying on the ground, cold and blue, suffocated by the lack of oxygen. Finally though, they past through a blast corridor, and found themselves in a room with atmosphere. However, they did not remove their helmets; they would be easy targets to decompression if they did. Dimly, the sounds of distant combat could be heard now that there was air to hear things with. However, it had little relevancy to their current assignment, so Jackson didn't allow himself to be concerned. They all knew what command intended to do with this destroyer; enter the atmosphere and retrieve the forces massing at Grid 24X2 by 356Y if the troops there could not repair the crashed ship. They knew that their mission could save hundreds of lives of groundpounders, as the EABTs called them. Suddenly as they moved through a corridor where a vent like structure indented into the wall at the side, a flash of brown, blue, and grey caught Jacksons eye. He signaled for the squad to stop and spread out. They lined the walls, taking up positions next to cover. Jackson peered into the darkness—the lights on this part of the ship were out—looking for a sign of movement. He kept his BR55-M45 leveled, and the grenade launcher was heavy with the explosive mounted inside— A flash of light exploded from the shadows and Jackson heard the unmistakeable cry of a brute minor, and he dove to the side, and fired a grenade. Golden red spikes slammed into the walls, and the squad open fired. Swaths of BR bullets filled the darkness, and more roars issued from the hallway ahead, and Jackson activated his infered. Behind him, a member of the squad, Anthony Marsocono, screamed in agony as a trio of spikes slashed through his armor and embeded in his flesh, killing him instantly. "Eight Bravo Kilos, range three eight five!" yelled another member, and he realized it was time to take command. "Grenades on mark, alpha, delta, omega, mark!" he cried, and grenades from the launchers sailed into the shadows, exploding with a flash of light and a gout of flame. More spikes issued from the brute's that had survived the blasts weapons, and a cursing scream echoed behind Jackson. It was time to act. "Covering Fire!" he called, and rolled out from his hiding place, firing his BR. The infered imaging software told him that two brutes remained, and that they were both minors armed with spikers. He rolled out of the way of a random firing of spikes, and knowing that he was flirting with death, charged the brutes head on. A trio of BR bursts from his weapon slammed into the lead brute's helmet; one burst took it off, and the next two finished the job. Even in atmospheric actions, the EABT's marksmanship was a one up. The other brute roared fearsomely and flung its spiker to the side, and charged Jackson. Jackson rolled to the side, bringing up the butte of his weapon as he did so. He was no Spartan, but the EABTs were in top physical condition, and they all knew the weak points on the enemys bodies, and how to get to them. The rifle slammed into the brute, twisting it's legs out from underneath it. It toppled to the ground, but grabbed his BR and flung it to the side. The brute rolled and jumped as Jackson, and time seemed to slow. He reached down at the last second and grabbed it's spiker, thrusting the blade straight into the brute's skull, as the alien toppled onto him, it's own forward movement skewering it's brain. Jackson crawled out from underneath the alien's massive form and cursed silently, that had been close. One of the squad was dead, and two were injured. They were being tended to by Melissa Origami, their resident medic, who was removing the bone white spikes portruding from their flesh and patching them up—Making their suits airtight again. "Squad form up, wounded at the back, we're pressing to the engine room!" he called, and the wounded, temporarily able to move and even handle their weapons, drifted to the back, while the EABTs who could still fight covered the front. Jackson took the lead and they headed for the engine room once more. 163[]Jared rolled to his left, next to 064, raising a hand to the Spartan's skull. "Juliet, transfer and set his armor to stasis. He's in shock, so treat for it." He felt, more than heard, her sigh, and she said concernedly: "Just don't get yourself killed." The warm glow left his mind as she jumped into 064's MJOLNIR's Reimann crystal lining. Soon, she had him balanced, with his suit injecting precise amounts of chemicals. This would put his into stasis, but he needed a doctor, and fast. "Jared," Juliet radioed, "He needs immediate evac! I can't keep him for more than 15 minutes!" Assault rifle blazing, the supersoldier backpedaled to his fallen comrade, slapping a triage priority sticker on him. Motioning to Nicole, he dashed off to where Edward-077 stood transfixed by the Sentinel clutch. Reaching his fellow, he raised his weapon to fire, but was thrown back by some powerful wave. "RECLAIMER!" The tinny voice of an AI bellowed, "Cease and desist all aggressive action, or we shall be forced to immobilize you as well!" Following instructions, Jared slung his MA5C, and stretched his hands, palms out, to show he meant no harm. It was up to the Sentinels to make the next move. ___ Nicole carried 064 into the corvette, and waved the closer ODSTs into the newly-repaired ship. Newly repaired?! What had Jared known? A whirr of antigrav drives drew Nicole's attention to a small, strange-looking craft. Its "eye" flashed green as she looked at it, and it threw a strange energy beam at a bullet dent in the corvette's hull. The hole disappeared in a picosecond, and Nicole stood amazed. Quietly, she pulled 064 into the newly-functioning lift and hit the button for the medical bay. The ODSTs, as confused as she was, spread throughout the ship, checking for hostiles and the terrible Flood parasites. As the auto-treatment facility set to work, Nicole made her way outside, back into the snow. She was so concentrated on the Constructors outside, so tired from the day's events, that she let her Spartan-ingrained senses slip for just a moment. That moment was all it took. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 164[]James naked the fiber optic probe around the wall. There stood a single yellow-coloured Nakai soldier. It was one unlike he had ever seen before. The yellow must signify some sort of higher rank than the rest as it appeared to be that this Nakai commanded this base. "Stay here. I will deal with it. If I am not back in ten minutes, come in guns blazing." He told his squad. Three green acknowledgment winked on. James walked into the next room with the Crystalline Laser leved. "Hello human." It said. James opened fire with the remaining 20 rounds in the Laser, but the Nakai Commander moved with lightning quick speeds and dodged the needles. The Nakai Commander then drew out an energy sword. How the hell did this thing get an energy sword! James thought. The Nakai Commander ran towards him and slashed. James rolled to the side as he felt the searing heat of the energy sword nearly make contact with his SPI Armour. James picked up his final weapon, a concussion grenade and threw it at the Nakai Commander. With a loud bang what used to be the Commander was now just dust. Dust and something else. The Nakai Commander walked out of the detonation, the upper right part of his helmet was blown clean off. Then James noticed it. The Nakai Commander didn't look anything like an alien, in fact it looked almost......human. "You little bastard! You'll pay for that!" It screamed. The Nakai Commander charged with the energy sword even faster than before. James tried to dodge but felt the sword cut part of his right arm. The ballistic gel underlayer of his SPI Armour was pierced the photo reactive pannels began to spurt and stutter before failing. The full image of the SPARTAN-III came into view. James grabbed the Nakai Commander's arm and snapped it. The Commander shriecked in agony as a bone protruded from its armour and its dark red blood began to spill over the floor. it aimed a punch but James blocked it and ducked under the Commander. James turned around and saw the Nakai Commander pull out a combat knife and charge at him. James rolled over and landed on something. It was the rifle of a Nakai Sergeant that appears to have been killed earlier. James smiled as he picked it up. The Commander stopped in his tracks as James aimed the cross-hairs at its head and fired. The purple laser cut through the air and it blew the Nakai Commander's head right off of its body. James coughed blood onto the floor before fainting. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 165[]Kodwell started out of the small elevator that was taken everyone from the underground party even father into the ground. "Contacting... UNSC forces... estimated...time of bombardment... 1 week... all forces... vac," Codwell heard over the crackling comm before they went to far into the ground to hear anything. "Did you guys hear that, we have to stay down here for a week, best find some shelter, heat and start dividing up the rations," said Kodwell to everyone in the elevator. "Wait did you say a week?" asked one of the privates still alive. "Yes one week, don't worry i have had to stay in marsh for one month once no baths and rebel attacks every now and then," Kodwell answered as the doors slid open. Outside of the door stood a sentinel with it's laser already charged. Kodwell jumped back and the laser burned a hole straight through the glass of the elevator wall. Kodwell cocked his smg and fired of several rounds into the sentinel, a shotgun went off and blew the sentinel apart. "We better get moving more will be here," yelled Kodwell as the squad began to run down again hoping that they could reach the core soon. Iota Seven looked through the scope of her battle rifle and called up the two squads of ODST that she had gathered. Three rockets flew at the sentinels surronding the two SPARTANs detonatign and killing at least half of them, after the rockets impacted 10 Battle rifles began to fire takeing down even more of them. 2 shotguns also were being pumped and fired killing 2 or 3 sentinels and last and not least a M6G repetitive fireing was heard over the other gunshots. The sentinels were dead and the two squads of ODST ran over to the two SPARTANs, "So it looks like the mighty SPARTANs need some help after all," one of the ODST jeered at the two SPARTANs while cocking his shotgun. Iota Seven hit the back of the ego manic ODST and apolgised to the SPARTANs " Sorry about him, where is 064....," she was cut off by a transmission on the radio network. Contacting all UNSC forces the estimated length of the robot attack on the planet will last around a week all forces are to evac at once pelicans are being sent down, but you are requested to try and board the UNSC Valiant Triumph and get back to the ships over and out," the message ended and the soldiers looked at each other. 091 went over and picked up 077, dragging him back to the corvette were the boarding had began while 6 pelicans desend from the sky. The pelicans opened theirs doors to show that people should enter. The 2 squads of ODST jumped into one of the pelicans with Iota Seven and they watched the SPARTANs as the doors closed. -- 166[]It was ten minutes and Tuan ran into the room. He found James lying on the ground out cold and a Nakai soldier with his head blown off. A large slash mark was in James' arm. "Contacts! It appears that there are a few hostiles left." Said George. "Deal with them. Will, help me get James to the rappel line so that we can take him to the exfiltration craft undetected by the other UNSC forces." Ordered Tuan. George went out and the firing of an MA5K Assault Rifle was heard as Tuan and Will attached James to the small line on the side of the cliff. George came back and the team rappelled down the line into the frozen ground before running into the parked pelican nearby. Tuan activated the controls and began a course for the UNSC Passchendaele. Major Peterson tightened his grip on the M7/Caseless SMG. A small hole came through the wreckage and thirty Arctic Prowlers charged in. The .50 cal tripod mounted machine-guns opened fire and they Prowlers were cut down. The ODSTs waited for the next wave to come, but it didn't. Several red dots appeared on Major Peterson's motion tracker. "India Sierra Foxtrot!" Came a voice. That meant friends. The ODSTs saw UNSC Army Troopers come to help him and they walked into the transports to finally get off of the frozen planet. The Nakai Supreme Commander walked through the arched pathway into the main command room of Wasteland Isle. The twenty Nakai Commanders stood up straight and gave a salute before returning to their spots. "Report." He ordered. "Sir! We are taking serious casulties!" Said one of the Nakai Commanders. The Supreme Commander sighed. "Fine then. I want you to give the order." He replied. "Sir? You don't mean that order? The order to fall back from the surface to all of our bases and---" Said another Nakai Commander. "Yes I mean that one! Now go do it!" The Supreme Commander yelled. "Yes sir." Was the reply as most of the commanders ran out of the room to call back their respective units and contact other commanders on the front lines to do the same. "Lieutenant! Get my defense group and bring your swarm with you. We are going to Union City." Said the Supreme Commander. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History
167[]It took Gary and Linnea about 3 hours to take out the main hall of the Falcon to get to the bridge. Gary was covered in brute blood and still holding his burned wound. As he walked into the brifge he pulled a brute spiker's spike out of his shoulder. Linnea was cleaning hr helmet as they came to the main screen. The spartan positions were up on the screen. All 11 were partially in a 1 kilometer from each other. But one was very close to a setinel stronghold. Gary's attention soon was disrupted to a horrible voice as 4 tank pure forms walk in the room they all point at Gary and Linnea and shout SINNERS! Gary readys his 2 brute spikers pointing to the one on the right. "Hold your weapons enemy we are here to help" one of the tank forms says as they finally put their arms down. Soon the brutes that were killed by Gary and Linnea came in the room infected by the flood. One distinctively had a spike in it's skull that Gary put. "Why does the flood want to help us?" Linnea said to the tank form with her hand still holding a pistol to the flood. The flood walked out of the room as infection forms came in. Gary in just instinct shot the infection forms as they all popped. Soon the flood scream echoed as the tank forms ran into to fight. "Guess we pissed them off" Linnea says as she started to fire. But through the Falcon's bridge window broke behind them was a red elite he wielded 2 smgs and started to blast. "Come on demons no time we need to save the rest of you. A pelican is waiting above for us hurry move now!" The red elite wielded a sword as he swung at the oncoming tank forms 2 fell as he pointed back and yelled "NOW!!!" Gary and Linnea grabbed on to the ledge of the window and saw the pelican Major Bricks was on the turret waving his hands. He was firing at oncoming flight forms as they fell one by one. Gary and Linnea now on the pelican looked out side to see the elite's hand grab onto the edge of the dropship. Gary walked up and lifted him up. The tall elite nodded to Gary walked to a seat and sat down. Gary glanced at their rescuer once more to see him looking at the smgs with disgust. "Here you can have these" Gary says as he throws 2 plasma rifles at him. The elite thanks again with a nod as he throws the smgs to Gary. The elite then stood up to see the brutes' battleship hoering above the battlefield and roared. SPARTAN-089 00:50, 5 October 2007 (UTC) 168[]The Pure Forms were deployed quickly by the Dualmind, and the Tanks relayed their commands all over Arctic IV. The Aerial Forms kept going, and a steady supply of ground-based forms moved on as well. New targets were the Sentinel Factories; the Dualmind would not let Decrepit Valor regain a foothold again. Destromath ordered a drop pod for himself; he was tired of orbital combat; he missed the smell of the enemy's blood on his hands. The pod dropped through space and ozone, and landed in the middle of a large concentration of Flood. This would be a challenge... --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions
169[]The armored soldiers shrank back into the shadows, but Riza wouldn't let them off that easy, She turned to the pilot. "This bird got drones?" she asked, the pilot paused for a moment, then answered, "yes." "Launch them, have them follow those armored soldiers, find out where their going." The pilot tapped some controls, two MAKO drones, armed with reflective panels to blend in, zoomed towards the armored warriors. Kain was starting to wonder if there was anything on the ship they were inspecting. So far, not a soul had challenged them, but Kain knew there had to be something. A slight patter echoed down then hall and Kain turned, Battle Rifle up. Nothing. The other ODST's just cocked their helmets and looked at him. Kain frowned then slung his rifle. Just as a number of Sentinels burst through a wall, they turned towards the ODST's, then prepared to fire. "Open fire!" Kain yelled. "Easy, Ed." Edwards vision was blurred, he was aware he no longer was wearing his helmet and that someone was directly above him. Somehow, they knew his name, but Edward wasn't taking any chances. He groped the handle of his combat knife, then drew it out, pointing it squarely at the persons throat. His vision cleared, he couldn't tell the persons gender, but his vision had cleared enough so that he could see they were smiling. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 170[]Tuan carefully brought the pelican into the hangar before calling in a medic for James. Several Emergency Medical Response teams quickly came into the hangar and carried him away. The Nakai Supreme Commander stood quietly in the abandoned bunker of the original Arctic IV UNSC Base. If he was to defeat the numerically superior enemy he would have to stop going on the offensive and choose a defensive plan instead. He waited the quietly ever waiting for the UNSC strike. Five Minor Domo Sangheili and one Major Domo Sangheili ran through the wreckage of the original UNSC Command Centre. The walked into the nearest bunker to clear it. "You...." Said the Major as he saw the Nakai Supreme Commander. The Supreme Commander smilied. "Hello again. Not sure we got to finish our conversation the last time we met." Replied the Supreme Commander as he drew out an energy sword. He continued "Such a shame that it will be interrupted yet again for now I must kill you." The Major opened fire with dual plasma rifles and the minors opened fire with carbines. The Supreme Commander charged forward as the radioactive rounds bounced harmlessly off of his overshield. The Minors reloaded their carbines and the Major's plasma rifles over heated at the same time. Such amatuers the Supreme Commander thought. He stabed the Major through the chest with his energy sword, turned around and cut the nearest Minor to ribbons. He then slashed through the other four Minors and killed them with ease. two Beam Rifle shots rang out and the Supreme Commander rolled over as his shields recharged. A single Special Operations Elite lay on a ledge and drew an energy sword. Both of them jumped at each other and slashed. The Spec Ops Elite fell down with a large gash in his chest and the Supreme Commander laughed. "I killed five Elite Honour Guard Ultras by myself. What makes you think that you could beat me?" He said to the dead bodies. Two Nakai Honour Guards ran in. "Sir! We heard fighting!" The first one said. Both of the Honour Guards looked at the dead elites. "Tell the Captain to prepare his men while I set the flase distress signal. You shall make a new victory against the humans here." Said the Supreme Commander as he returned to his Honour Guard Escort and the Nakai Swarm with him as they headed towards Union City hoping the plan would work. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 171[]Kinoshi was getting tried of running all over the place today. She had just ran from the humans escape point back to their first base. She stood and looked at the Nakai Supreme Commander walk out of the UNSC base with his swarm. Kinoshi casualy strold over to him and his gaurds immediately stood their weapons pointed at her. "Don't worry i'm a friend," said Kinoshi walking right up beside the Supreme Commander and put her arm on his shoulder. The entire Jumenga Amour Column docked in Frozen Sea Labs they were greeted by Jarok and his new personal Lupin Bodygaurds. "Hello Fearless Jumenga pilots, welcome back," said Jarok to the assembled pilots, the Lupins growled behind him, spit dripping down their snout. The Jumenga pilots saltued and walked over to the door to their rooms. The Lupins and Jarok walked to the hanger door and back to the labs. "Why do you still have an alliance with the weak Ark'her and that filth the Nakai?" said Schwarz-Rückseite the leader of Jarok's personal gaurd. "Because they provide the miliatary strentgh we just are a race of scientists," answered Jarok. "But you could just use us as your miliatary strength, we could rip apart their forces," "Yes, but then we would have a war on 4 fronts, against the humans, flood, the rest of the Alliance and those machines from the underground," "We could win with your technology and our forces we could take the planet and win," replied Schwarz-Rückseite, but he failed to notice Alpha-Mann walk into the hallway where Jarok and his bodygaurds were walking. "Is this Lupin bothering Jaork," the Lupin asked Jarok "Mind your place, Lupin," he said to Schwarz-Rückseite. "No it's fine, just make sure everyone is in the bases or here," said Jarok to the Alpha-Mann. "Yes sir," said the Alpha-Mann as he walked off. -- 172[]Edwin, Lisa, Kymberli and Jerry ran through the UNSC Valiant Triumph. They were trying to reach the hangar so that they could get off the planet, but every way they could find was blocked. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 20:59, 8 October 2007 (UTC) 173[]Saka-147 looked into the blank eyes of 064, "Hurry it up pilot we have a serious injurgy here," she yelld to the pilot of the pelican. The pelican jolted and foot steps where heard around the pelican. "What the hell was that?" asked the pelican driver as he wiped fog from the wind shield. "'HOLY," the pelican pilot began, but he never finished as 20 so bullets shattered the glass infront of him killing him instanley. A body came hurtling through the window and more bullets flew into the other pilot. 147 picked up her MA5C and started to fire into the front as another body came hurtling throuhg the window. The other SPARTANS from Fireteam Zulu started to fire as well shotgun and assualt rifle casing bounced off the floor as bullets ricocheted of the metal skin of the pelican. The two figures in the front started to fire as well, smg rounds hitting of the loading dock of the pelican. A grenade flew out from the front of the pelican, 147 grabed it seeing that it was fired from a grenade launcher and tossed it back. The two figures jumped out of the way, the greande simplely flying out of the broken window shield. The armoured figure with the dual smgs did a slide tackle at SPARTAN-125 knocking the SPARTAN off her feet, 145 aimed her shotgun at the armoured figure and shot off a shell punchering his side plating and drawing a strange lime green blood. He swore and pointed his smg at 125 who was pumping her shotgun. Firing off several rounds at 125, which was useless because they just bounced off her shields. He contiued to hold down the trigger, bu5 the gun was empty he did a kick jump off of the wall of the pelican and tossed a grenade down as he landed in the cockpit again. 125 had just engough time to grab the grenade and hold it to her chest, away from her teamates and 064. It detonated blowing out a large chunk of her armour and her flesh underneath. Through the hole it left you could see 6 of her ribs blackened and falling apart, and one of her lungs was blackened and not expanding properly. The armoured figures pulled something from their armour and placed it on the controls. They then kept on fireing into the back, by this time SPARTAN-114 had ran over and was trying desperately to inject something that would help her fallen comrade. The three conscious SPARTANs were trying as hard as they could to make the armoured figures retreat. Fireing round after round of AP bullets into the cockpits, but the bullets cept bouncing off their shielding. THen the two figures jumped into the back portion of the pelican and both press a button on their suits. A wave of heat brust into the back section of the pelican as the two small bombs in the front exploded destoring the front of the pelican. The two firgures then pulled out knives and began to engage the three SPARTANs in close combat. One of the figures struck out with his knife while th other grabing onto hit arm jumped over the SPARTANs and started to fight from the back. The tail section of the pelican was doing a nose dive as this happended and getting closer and closer to the ground every second. The armoured figure still at the very back of the pelican lashed out with his knife catching 147 on the arm then turn kicked out at the SPARTAN. 147 dogded the kick returning her own at the figure catching him in the stomach sending him flying into the door. He turned and hit the bottom of the door with his knife sending the blade through into the hinge of the loading door. he began to slash along the edge cutting strait through the metal. he then turned and kicked the door. knocking it away from the pelican. Signaling to his friend they both jumped ship at about 200 meters from the ground. The SPARTANs then braced for impacted. The remains of the ship hit the ground with a tremendous bang and it skidded acroos the snow and ice. 147 looked around to see she was the only conscious person left in the aircraft. Streaks of blood and bits of brunt flesh littered the remains of the pelican. Touched her temple and started to relay a message "This is 147 we are stranded and three of us are badly hurt need evac, please help," she said as her body gave and she collapsed unconscious, the snow starting to work up into another blizzard -- 174[]Jared felt Juliet warm into his head, and wondered what she was doing back. She read his mind, saying briskly, "Jared, get me back to the Valiant!" He reacted out of instinct, making the 500 feet between himself and the corvette in less than twenty seconds. The Constructors still hovered around the ship, and the Sentinels seemed to ignore him. Strange. He entered into the ship by one of its blown-out hatches, and put Juliet down on a holotank. "What's going-" "We need to get this corvette off of this planet! Get all the nearby forces you can and move them on the ship! NOW! I'll be warming up the reactors and getting ship systems online." "Wait. This ship isn't spaceworthy. How do-" "Haven't you noticed those tiny Forerunner constructs? Those little "Constructors" have repaired this ship! They seem to think that you are something called "Reclaimer" and it looks like their primary subroutine is to assist you in your actions! I start raising ship! You go! Get the others!" He ran back the way he came, broadcasting an emergency rallypoint on the Valiant 's location, when he felt a prescense behind him. He spun on his heel and fired. Golden energy shields flared and a skincrawling banshee-howl came from the attacking green-armored Flood. He recognized who it was. It was Nicole. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 175[]After 30 minutes of following, the MAKO's had hardly found much of anything that interested Riza, that is, until they attacked. It would seem another UNSC Pelican was out here with them, and the enemy had boarded it in a most spectacular way, something Riza thought only SPARTANs would have to guts to do. Shooting into the windshield and jumping in. The MAKO's had zoomed in closer and had gotten gunfire on their audio recorders. The enemy had then evacuated and the Pelican had crashed. The whole ordeal left Riza breathless. She looked back at her team of ten Marines. A small force, she thought of calling for backup, but pushed it from her head, they had to rescue whoever was on there. Riza flipped through all COM frequencies, wondering if there was a message from the Pelican's crew. The COM was drowned by dozens of channels. She swore in her mind. "Bring us in," she told the pilot. He nodded, then gunned the ship forward. "All forces, retreat into the Valiant, repeat, all forces, retreat!!!!" Zeta Squad reacted in a second. "Lets move!" Kain shouted, motioning towards the ship, "we ain't got all day!" The squad ran towards the ship, hundreds of UNSC soldiers ran alongside them, finally, they would be out of this deathtrap. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 176[]A small Covenant ship moved down into the atmosphere. It had been requested that it pick up a UNSC ship that had crash-landed onto the planet. They were to descend to its' position and use their gravity lift to pull it back into orbit. That was their mission, and they planned to carry it out to the letter. "Go faster, I can see it coming down!", Lisa yelled at Jerry. What she didn't realize was that he was already at top speed. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 00:44, 10 October 2007 (UTC) 177[]Decrepit Valor was accessing as many systems as he could at the moment, constantly renewing and outdating past orders. He had now decided that the Reclaimers would once again be removed from the Sentinels' target list; at least, those that were resilient enough to give the Flood a harder time. The weaker Reclaimers, sadly, would have to remain as targets. He accessed the optic sensors of the Sentinel Constructors, and saw something... disturbing. It appeared that a green-armored Reclaimer was under attack from another, Flood-infected one. Valor released the Sentinel Majors into the repairing ship. The Tank forms roared and charged, followed by Infection Forms, Combat Forms, and many Stalker forms. It was a slaughter; Covenant, Humans, and Arctic IV Alliance Members were dropping as lifeless husks, and the wave of Flood cut through the forces like a burning blade through melted butter. The Flood would remain victorious, and nothing could possibly stand in their way. Destromath's Gravity Hammer crashed into the skull of a Combat Form, making bits of rotted flesh fly all around him, and crippling it for a second. Held in his other hand, he fired his Mauler into the chest of the Flood form, killing it. He jumped, as two Stalkers charged and ran into eachother, and brought his hammer down upon both beasts. They screeched their death cry, and even more Flood were drawn to the area. Weary, Destromath continued to fight, swinging the Flame of Hades at the Flood, and eventually depleting his Mauler. Once the Pistol was empty, he threw it, and it speared two Combat Forms through the chest. The Chieftain growled, ran, and then threw a flame grenade in the Flood forms' midst. They gathered toward it, and were sent to their deaths in a flash of fire and burning flesh. The old Chieftain grinned. --Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions
178[]Gary and Linnea now on foot again with their new team member Arculee they finally reach the first spartan signal of SPARTAN-031 Gary's best friend Josh. Noticing flood bile and liquid Gary immediately went into combat stance. Seeing the 2 spartans go into their stance made Arculee do the same as soon a sniper round went off as they finally saw their red armored member. Josh had taken out over 40 combat forms that were over a football field away. "Good to see you again Josh" Gary said as he continued to look around for any straggling infection forms. Over 55 stalker forms came stumbling down a narrow path to the 4 non infected. Gary didn't have enough fire power to take them all out worrying they'd transform into ranger forms. Some turned into tanks and started to chant LAST CHANCE LAST CHANCE Gary didn't listen the smell of burning flood material bothered him. Checking the next spartan spots are all connected with 100 feet of each other Gary decided to turn on Gamma 2's radio. "All Gamma 2 SPARTANS come this beacons location we need back up right now!" Within minutes 4 of the 9 spartans arrived and were starting to get the upper hand on the swarm. About 15 minutes in the battle all spartans of Gamma 2 were together and they were moving like water in an ocean. Arculee astonished at seeing 11 demons all at once made him glad he was on their side as the siege started to slow down. But soon the 2 sides were interrupted by a amazingly huge juggernaut flood. He seemed as if the creature had many voices going off at once as it screamed. The juggernaut was huge being 23 feet tall and weighing over 15 tons this battle would finally be equaled out. It made Garrison and Ustice very frustrated that they had to leave the vicinity of Arctic IV after the warning message had come aboard. They were leaving their spartans there to die after so many years of travelling and battles. But Ustice tried to calm Garrison down by reasuring that the spartans would save themselves and that if they can't get off of the planet in time that The Falcon's cryotubes might save them. Garrison looked back at Arctic IV as it seemed to glow brighter and brighter. Bricks watched as the 11 spartans jumped upon the juggernaut as they unloaded their BR55s and MA5Cs into the the creature. The juggernaut grabbed Gary and threw him but luckily the snow soften the fall. Gary realized the tentacle brain of the juggernaut on the chest as soon the creature fell to it's knees as pure forms sprouted from it's back. Gary turned the plasma grenade on and sprinted toward the beast as he jumped back on. He planted the grenade and jumped off so did the others. The blast knocked the creature down crushing it's offspring as the pure forms screamed. All the spartans and Arculee jumped on the torso of the juggernaut form and blasted the tentacle brain until the creature moved no more. But soon the team saw over 30 juggernauts jumping too them. Gary screamed to retreat as the team sprinted to the evac ship. After 20 minutes of running as ranger needles flew by their faces they finally saw the silouette of the ship they sprinted faster. But Gary then felt a force hit him in the back as he flew 30 yards backwards away from the team. SPARTAN-089 179[]"Bringing us down." Riza grabbed an MA5C as the pilot brought the Pelican down to the ground. She walked through the hold, then jumped down, the Marines followed her. "Master Sergeant sir, think the pilot can handle himself?" A Marine asked. "Don't worry, he's got two SMG's and a Frag, I think he's got himself covered." They trudged through the snow, guns raised. You just never knew what would jump at you on Arctic IV. The smoking wreckage of the other Pelican lay ahead of them, they walked closer. Wow, the bird had taken a hell of a beating, it had smashed into snow and ice and looked like it had been hit with explosives. The back door lay strewn across the ground, smoke filled the doorway. They stepped inside. The halls of the Covenant ship were eerily quiet, considering hundreds of Marines and UNSC material was being loaded on. Maybe its just the Covenant metal, must dampen all the sound. Kain thought. Zeta Squad ran down the hallway to the main hold, thats where all the UNSC would be. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 180[]"A week? With our rations?", said Amy, "Well not as bad as that time on Isis III with only the Grunts we killed to eat, eh dad." Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 20:39, 13 October 2007 (UTC) 181[]The Longsword hurtled towards the Icy Planet. "Where the Hell did you come from? Are you allright!" a pelican's Pilot shouted over the comm. There was no reply, and the pelican gave chase as the Lonsword flew by, entering the planets atmosphere. It hit the ground with a crash, that sent snow and rocks flying for a miles all around. There was now only a large crater, with scattered bits of metal. The Pelican landed and a few Marines hopped out of the back. "Damn," the Pilot muttered as they surveyed the wreckage. "Look! Over 'ere!" A marine was shouting and pointing frantically to a large lump across the other side of the crater, the troops moved slowly towards it and noticed the lump to be moving, slowly and steadily inflating then deflating. The marine next to it pushed some of the snow off it with his gun, and screamed, mostly in shock at the monstrous being he had unearthed. It was nearly 12 ft tall and had a puny metal casing holding back it's bloblike musclcular form, that still seemed to overflow from the suit. "What the f.... let's call in a bigger ship 'n get this thing shipped up...quickly, while it's still unconcious." Justanothergrunt 21:48, 13 October 2007 (UTC) 182[]ATENIAN-000 looked at the 5 unconscious SPARTANs, what fools they are, but now it's time to dipose of them he thought as a small jet of fire started to come out of his hand. As he bent over to the first SPARTAN some entered the burned out pelican and he quickly extinguished the flame comeing out of his hand. It was pitch black in the pelican and no one could see, well everyone except 000. He saw at least 11 marines walk into the broken and brunt pelican and looked arourd. "Someone turn on a light," said a marine. 000 made one little movment and a small flame almost impossible to see, flew straight into the marine that had reached for his flashlight. His body shuddered and he fell down dead, his heart a small hole on the left side of his chest. "Hey Jerry what happened," asked the marine as he turned on his flashlight and looked down at the dead marine. "Holy sh..." as tried to say but a small needle flew into his neck and the small amount of amber liquid was injected into his neck. Several seconds later his entire neck/chest area exploded leaving only his stomach down and his head flying over to the lead marines feet. -- 183[]"Dammit, Marines, fire your weapons!" The Pelican exploded into gunfire, but the Marines were to keep their shots away from the unconscious Spartans. Riza motioned to some of the Marines. "Your with me, we gotta get these SPARTANs out of here." "Roger that, Master Sergeant!" The Marines ran forward, unfortunately, he was suddenly hit by something, and he collapsed to the ground. Riza and the remaining Marines grabbed one Spartan, then dragged him/her out, then the ran back in for the next one. The dragged that one out too, off in the distance, Riza heard a sound. One she had grown quite accustomed too..."Flood!" she shouted, just as a tide of Infection Forms swarmed into the Pelican's main hold. "Zeta Leader, I was wondering, have you seen the Master Sergeant anywhere?" Kain looked back at the Marine who had asked him. He was a tall, lean, black haired man with several bandages on his arms and legs. Blood of all colors was spattered over his armor, little of the original green was visible. But, through all the gore, Kain spotted a Sergeant patch on his arm. "Sir," Kain said with a salute. The Sergeant saluted back. "No sir," Kain answered, then side-stepped to let a team of medics run through. "Ah, damn," oh well, I'll go see if they can get a raise on her transponder, by the way, whose even flying this thing?" Kain shrugged.
-- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 184[]The first battle cruiser appeared out of slipspace. The Covenant cruiser Blade Of The Prophets had been instructed by the Seperatist leader to hunt down any remaining loyalists to the Prophets. Other slipspace ruptures exploded as the rest of Fleet Of Righteous Fury rendezvoused. A seperatist recon first discovered the frozen waste land of a planet seventy two hours ago. They were sent to investigate. Fleet Master Le'Sua Adule stood on the bridge clicking his mandibles at the situation at hand. "What can we do?" he asked. The brdige crew kept to their stations. "We can send in grounds troops to investigate sir. But we'd also lose as many as we send in due to the extreme cold." another Sangheilli informed. "We'll just have to see. Send a message to the rest of the fleet to regroup at the North end of the planet." he ordered. The ship thrummed forward as the rest of the fleet followed suit. UNSC Destroyer Crimson Sky dropped out of Slipspace with a jolt. Tirado lurched forward in his chair nearly dumping his coffee he was drinking. "Do that once more ensign I'll have you demoted for attempting murder." Tirado angrily said. Tirado looked at starcharts that appeared on a forward screen. "Sir, rest of Security fleet is enbound. ETA two minutes." the COM's officer reported. "Ensign....what is that?" Tirado asked staring at the Covenant Seperatist fleet. "Covenant ships. Heavily armored. Sensors indicate another fleet inbound. They're making no motive to attack." he replied. Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 01:31, 15 October 2007 (UTC) 185[]Roy, Marshall and Amy continued with the rest of the marines to descend farther into the planet's core. In a short time, they would finally make it to the large energy source. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 20:23, 15 October 2007 (UTC) 186[]Kodwell stared at the sight before him, they had finnaly reached the core and what they found was amazing. A huge float orb of what appeared to be pure energy, the light shining off of it was stunning, turning the room into a blinding metal square. Inside the sphere pounding was heard beating every several seconds, hundreds of small round beam generators were placed around the cage. Beams were coming out of them creating the cage around whatever it is, but it started to speak. “Who enters my domain?” “A bunch of ragity ass marines trying to find our way home,” “Well why are you here,” “Well that’s classified,” “Tell me!” “ok ok , we are waiting to get evaced back to are ships then get the hell outta here.” “I see how long are you here for?” “A week,” “In your time or my time?” “Our time, what’s a week in your time,” “Well from what I heard from the Forerunners that came to test on me, 15,000 of your years,” “Wow, well can we stay here,” “Does it look like I can stop you,” said the voice from the glowing ball of energy as Kodwell’s men began to set up a makeshift camp. Kinoshi walked back to their city, that bastard the Nakai Supreme Commander just pushed her away and told her to get out of his way and walked away. After that all Kinoshi could do was walk back to the city, soon they would be able to go home and she could see Leon again. She stepped and the snow under her gave way a little and she tripped and fell. The bullet wounds in her back were starting to bug her, good thing they were healing right up. She stood up and looked around there infront of her stood the majestic city of Sanctafract. “I’m finnaly home’’ she thought as she walked towards the great floating city. She wondered when those two would be back from their attack mission to take down one of those pelicans. She stepped into the elevator and it start to ascend to the top, soon she would get to talk to Leon again then leave this god damn snow heap.
187[]The medic pulled out a needle and filled it from a small case. He attempted to puncture it into the thick skin of the monstrous beast before him, but the needle snapped and the medic threw it to the side, where a small pile of broken utensils had started collecting up. "Well, this guy's alive, but he ain't alien or parasite, but just by looking at him, you can tell he's not fully human either," the medic muttered to the group of marines huddled behind him in the shadow of the two pelicans. "So, You mean he might have been human, or something like that eh?" One of the marines asked. "I reckon, but I don't know how he'll behave when he wakes up, none of the needles can piece him." as the doctor was speaking the beast raised an eyelid, revealing a bloodshot eye that whirled towards the medic, who upon turning back to face it, jumped back and shouted several profanities. "It's ok, It's ok, you're ok..." the medic muttered in a soothing tone as he ventured back towards it, the marines raised their weapons, and looked puzzeled at each other, wondering if the medic was talking to himself or the beast. A slight whirring noise was heard in the sky and the marines looked up to see a purple speck, that slowly grew as it came closer, "Brutes!" one of the marines shouted, and the thing on the floor whinced at the sudden loud noises. The medic looked at the back of it's neck and found a tattoo that read Subject XIV, and he pulled out a small box and muttered into it. The Brute Phantom was close now, and the turrets started flashing as plasma burst from them towards the troops. The subject opened its other eyelid in time to see the plasma tear apart the medic standing above him, and his blood splattered over the subjects face. A few marines ran into a pelican tha started to lift off, only to be shot backdown, explode and land on another unfortunate soldier. One of the marines picked up a fallen comrades Rocket Launcher and fired towards the loyalist dropship, tearing off the main turret. The dropship landed and the few marines left started to flee as a far larger group of Brutes and Jackals jumped off in pursuit. The Subject raised an arm and hoisted itslef up infront of a Jackal, which in turn raised it's plasma pistol and fired at the Subject, a circular scratch appeared on the Subject's chest where the plasma hit, but skin quickly regrew over it, and soon it looked as though he hadn't been shot at all. The Jackal dropped it's shield and ran back towards the dropship. Two Brutes lunged at the Subject with Bruteshots, both broke at the tip of the spike, and the Subject grabbed them both around they're necks, raised them off the ground and snapped them. The body of a brute was hurled towards the fleeing Jackal, who'd shot XIV earlier, and it's skull fragmented as it's head was sandwhcihed between the full force of the thrown carcass and the walls of the ship. Mere minutes later found the Subject sitting ontop of the now overturned Phantom, staring down upon the corpses of the Brutes and Jackals. A single surving marine slowly approached the Creature, and it's eyes watered as it stared at the sky. The Subject roared, and the trooper fled, the beast attempted to strecth out it's arm to reach him, but pulled back, and lay on the dropship, to stare at the sky. Justanothergrunt 06:17, 18 October 2007 (UTC) 188[]Flood advanced upon multiple Forerunner, Arctic IV Alliance, and UNSC encampments across the globe. They had now gained a foothold underground, and the massive caverns and tunnels of the Ark'her were opened to the Flood. This brought up an interesting possibility to the Dualmind, and the Infection Forms flooded in. Destromath walked through the snow, getting to a cliff, and watched the large battle below. The humans were fighting Alliance members, and both were fighting parasites... it looked like hell. The Chieftain wondered where his own men were, although before he could see them, he heard a slow growl behind him. As he turned around, there lay a wolf-life creature on two legs, wielding some kind of line-shaped energy sword. Destromath growled back, took up his Gravity Hammer, and caved in the creature's skull. The Lupin lay dead on the ground, its entire head splattered over the snow, giving it a blood red tinge. The Brute could hear howls in the distance, and with nothing to do, jumped off the cliff to the fight below. --"Our Business is Life itself" Umbrella Corporation 189[]Tirado looked at the information flashing across his retinas. Artic IV had been a wasteland for years. Tirado blinked the information away and deleted it. "Report." he ordered. "Sir, Ackmenrah is inbound with several contingents of Marines. Captain sends his apologies for being late....Wait...Slipspace rupture! Covenant Carriers, heavily armored!" a crewman replied. Tirado jumped from his seat and stared at the forward screen. "Move us into the atmosphere. Nice and quick." he ordered. He felt the deck shift as the Assault carrier corrected its course. "Sir. Sensors indicate battles raging on the surface. UNSC forces are scattered and disoriented. The Covenant fleet is glassing several parts of the planet as well." she paused and her eyes went wide with terror. "There's...Flood. UNSC forces are taking a beating but holding. Covenant...correction, Brute forces are holding out." Le'Sua glared at the parasite trying to swarm up the gravity beam but were beat back by occupying forces below. "Mount up. Bring them back, we're moving. Those who don't make it, leave them." he ordered. The ship shuddered as it released another salvo of plasma, glassing several more parts of the planet. "Fleet Master. Carriers have arrived with reinforcements. Shall I give the order to beat the Brute loyalists back?" an Elite reported. Le'Sua nodded his reply. "All ships, open fire. Concentrate your fire on the Brutes. Ignore the Parasite. Beat them back!" the elite ordered. Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 21:31, 24 October 2007 (UTC) 190[]Conflicting emotions cluttered and nearly overwhelmed his exhausted conscious as he reached for his sword. How could this have happened? WHY?! The thing that had once been his closest friend lurched toward him, a writhing mass of whip-like tentacles lashing out at him. They connected with what felt like the blow of a titanium sledgehammer. His shields fell to a quarter-charge and the audible alarm sounded its pulsing warning. He side-stepped the next attack, but did not return the blow, hesitant to hurt a former ally. She... it... howled in a tortured way and lunged again, connecting with Jared's armor and sending the Spartan hurtling into the snowdrift. Bruised, he jumped to his feet and swung with his sword, slicing off scores of probing appendages and causing the abomination to scream in rage. Its next blow, aided by Nicole's Spartan strength enhancers, fractured Jared's thighbone, causing painful hairline fissures along the alloy coating. Hurt, he stumbled backwards as the Flood-form charged him, bowling him over in his moment of off-balance and knocking his blade out of his grasp. Tentacles writhed and wrapped around his armor as he drew his Magnum 5G and fired. The rounds tore through the puply flesh, doing the creature little damage at all. Desperate, he made a knife fist and thrust it straight into the Mjolnir-armored sternum of what had once been Nicole-095. His hand broke through the damaged plate and killed the tiny parasitic infection form within. With rushed axe kicks, Jared broke the Spartan-form's legs and the thing collapsed. The helmet covering the head fell away, and Nicole's tortured-looking face lolled in the snow. Jared, ribs cracked, leg nearly broken, fell to his knees as the Floodmind unwillingly released its control of what had been Nicole. The supersoldier, brokenhearted, bent over his former friend, and heard the hiss of breath from her lips. His auditory enhancers improved upon it and Nicole's last words drifted to his ears. "Thank... yoouuu..." Numb, he cradled her head in his hands and closed her widened eyes. And for the first time in his long and trying life, Jared wept. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 191[]"This is the UNSC Assault Carrier Crimson Sky. Any surviving UNSC forces please respond." Tirado said over the E-Band and sent it over planet hoping someone down there was still alive. He looked at the data scrolling across his computer screen. He selected a grid. Grid Kilo two zero five by zero seven eight. "Ensign. Move us here." he ordered transferring the data to Navigation console. The space ship shuddered at the sudden acceleration and course correction. The two Prowlers Sojourner and Martin Luther King disappeared and reconned the planet, both North and South. The Ahkmenrah followed the Carrier. "Lieutenant. Deploy Delta Squadrons Aplha through Echo. I want recons rotated every five minutes." Tirado ordered. Several launch bays depressurized and the atmosphere vented into the vacuum and long sleek C709 Longsword fighters flew out and surrounded the carrier. Le'Sua appeared in the launchbay of Blade of The Prophets and hefted his trusty Plasma Rifle. In front of him stood legions of Grunts, hundreds of Jackals, and a few hundred Elites. They stood stifly as the Arbiter followed suit behind him. "Attention. You are to go in, establish a basecamp and remain there. If you are attacked, do not return fire if it's the Humans. Beware, Brute Forces are on the surface. They will not stop until you are dead. Go now." Le'Sua ordered. The deck plates shook as the landing army formed lines with Phantoms and Spirits. "Arbiter. What do you wish?" he asked. **Demakhis. You are the Arbiter.** Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 20:27, 26 October 2007 (UTC) 192[]"Le'Sua you are to go down to the planet and find the human leader and talk to them, try and see whats happening," said the Arbiter as he walked back into the bridge of the ship. "Bring the ship hard to port arm the canons and get ready for a fight!" The hornets flew as fast as they could, seeing the marines trying to fight off the flood with SPARTAN bodies on the ground. The 6 hornets and 3 pelicans began to fire their weapons at the horde of flood. AP rounds and HE missiles soared through the sky punching holes straight through the Flood ranks, missiles impacted destorying hundreds of infection forms. The pelicans landed and 10 ODST jumped out of the pelciansand raised their weapons and fired everything from AP rounds to rockets to fire. The burned and exploded and fell with their bodies full of lead, as this was happening the pelicans flew closer to the SPARTANs on the ground. "Get them in go, go, go," yelled out the ODST leader. The ODST sprang to do their commanders will and grabed the first SPARTAN by the legs and torso and started to drag him back to the pelican. As a combat form leaped at one of the ODSTs that were dragging the SPARTAN another picked up his shotgun and fired knock the form aside as he pumped again and shoved the shotgun into the chest cavite of the former human. "Die!" he yelled out pulling the trigger, making 1 sheel of buckshot plunge into its chest. The 5 ODST's with the help of another 3 marines to lift the SPARTAN onto the pelican floor. As they ran back to get another a line began to sperate in the flood ranks, out of it pushed something the soldiers were really glad to see. A Elephant with two extra machinegun turrets slowly made it's way to the crash site of the pelican. It went up beside the pelican and using it's crane picked up two of the SPARTANs and lifted them up into the pelican. The two extra machineguns were placed at the open back and fired onto the flood forces. It procided to pick up the last SPARTANs and loaded them all up. 4 ODST then jumped into the pelican and it flew off into space to deliver 064 and Fireteam Zulu to a ship and more importantly a medbay. --
193[]"Yes Arbiter." Le'Sua replied turning around and left the Launch bay. He appeared on the bridge two minutes later. "Warm the Lateral plasma tubes. Hard to Port. Prepare for battle!" he ordered. In vacuum, the Fleet Of Righteous Fury warmed their plasma weapons. Seraph fighters swarmed the Frigate, Cruisers, and the two Assault Carriers. Blade of The Prophets entered the atmosphere with two other CCS- Class Cruisers. The shields flickered but held. On the cold, barren surface of the planet the Covenant homebase stood with all its magnificence. Scarabs, mortar batteries, Wraiths, and Banshees. Control towers and sentry towers stood within the encampment as well. "Captain! Proximity warning. Flood have overrun our current position. Dropships are inbound on the Ahkmenrah, and the Rising Sun!" Crewman Larry Bos reported, his eyes wide with fear. Tirado scanned through the data on his computer screen. "Crewman, removed locks on Archer pods A1 through A3. Bring those ships down!" he ordered. Dull thumps reverberated through the hull. Lines of exhaust left the hull and shot for the hundreds of Pelican's inbound on the UNSC fleet. They erupted into a ball of vaporized titanium. Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 20:51, 29 October 2007 (UTC) 194[]A shudder hit the planet and even reached the core where Team Alpha and the small group of marines sat and waited for something. As the shudder grew bigger one side of the containment barrier began to flicker and that was when Kodwell got his first glimpse of what was contained inside. A black figure with white lines running down the figures body similar to a A.I.s but different. His head went back into a rounded shape like the alien from the movie in the 2000’s. It had huge claws and really sharp teeth, hundreds of small to large spikes adorned it’s back giving it a even meaner look. Its eyes were bright purple and it had a tail, which swayed back and forth. “What are you?” asked Kodwell jumping from where he was sitting and pulling out his magnum pointing it at the cage. “What am I, what am I, I’m a nightmare, made in a lab created and then caged for the rest of eternity to rot, wanting to die, but not able to,” the thing yelled out ripping it’s claws down the sides of the cage. “Who made you then?” Kodwell yelled at the thing. “You call them the forerunners, I call them demons, I was a perfectly good living thing and then they turned me into this,” he said making a waving motion at his own body. “Why do you want to be free?” he asked keeping his magnum pointed at the cage. “So that I may drift into a black hole and finish my miserable existence!” it yelled out beating at the cage. “How can we free you?” Kodwell asked lowering his magnum, a slight tone of pity was heard in the marine’s voices. “Destroy the four generator that create my cage, they are each located at a different pole of the planet, underground of course, one at North, South, East, West,” it said sitting down on the pure energy. “I see,” “The Flood got a SPARTAN!” yelled out Captain Ferris from the captains chair of the ‘’Bizmark’’. “Yes sir, and 5 SPARTANs just landed on the ‘’Hatter’’ all badly wounded,” said the crewman. “I don’t believe this why is this happening?” he asked himself throwing his head into his hands. Captain Ferris then saw something in the distances, a small blue hole…. “Everyone to battle stations we have a slipspace hole in space!” he yelled out as the crewmen on the bridge hurried to obey their captain’s command. Out of the slipspace hole emerged a craft never seen before. As it emerged from the slipspace hole it fired one very long red laser at the planet hitting it’s North Pole and something started to drift up from the planet. A city, as it drifted nearer to the ‘’Bizmark’’ everything went silent for a second. “Load Archer missile pods 1-20 and fire on my mark,” said Captain Ferris, but as he was distracted by the city that just floated out of the planet and the dull thuds of Archer missiles being loaded. He failed to notice a second slipspace hole open up and Covenant Loyalists started to pour out, lead by one ship with strange symbols on the front, the Covenant symbols for ‘’death has come’’ and engraved beside the massive Covenant symbols was the tell tale sign of plasma torpedoes loading. -- 195[]Slipspace ruptures popped into view as the UNSC Rapid Response Fleet moved away from the atmosphere. Another, a UNSC Frigate appeared. "Captain. Slipspace rupture thirteen thousand kilometers off the Starboard prow. It's the Alexander. And she brought reinforcements." Tirado looked at the view screens showing the Separatist fleet, the Alexander, and Loyalists. "Hail the Separatist fleet. Tell them we have inbound Loyalist ships. Advise we cluster around Point two-four-zero by zero-three-one." He ordered. The COM's officer rapidly typed in commands. He messed up and had to start over again. He finally sent the Hail to the Covenant ships. "Sir. Message sent with handshake. Waiting for reply." the crewman replied. "Fleet Master. We're being hailed by the Human ships. They suggest we cluster here." the Sangheilli informed pointing at something on the mapboard. Le'Sua nodded. "Send our reply. We're on our way." he replied. He opened a channel to all the ships. "Attention all crews. Prepare for battle. The Jiralhanae are here! Bring blood!" he informed. Below decks, legions of all races rushed to be prepared for war. The Covenant ships moved to position at the North Pole. "Captain! More Slipspace wakes. Sensors indicate they're ours." Crewman Bos informed. Out of Slipspace appeared the UNSC Destroyer Constantine, Orbital Station Athena, and another destroyer, the Thebes. "Ha! Those Loyalists don't stand a chance!" he yelled over the alarms going off.Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 16:55, 30 October 2007 (UTC) 196[]"Do you think we should do it?", Kodwell asked Roy. Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me" 21:59, 30 October 2007 (UTC) 197[]The hooded figure pulled the comm out of the pelican, whilst several marines stumbled about in the dark behind him. A marine fell into the deceased body of one of his comrades, yelped and accidentally pulled the trigger on his rifle, letting loose a quick sucession of bullets into the head of a private further down the dropship. In the dark the Athenian sneaked behind the remaining marines, before unleashing a quick flurry of flame that left the troops as charred remains. Out in the sun, the Athenian sprinted through another group of marines, ran over the bonnet of a warthog, landing in it's unoccupied driving seat, and headed towards the horizon. He'd heard over the comm the UNSC speaking of something, something big. He remembered it, from the ONI files and the face under the hood released a muffled laugh as it thought of things to come. The Test subject walked out of the cold, out of the snow, into a coniferous forest, here he'd be warm, here he'd be safe. The thoughts repeated through it's head, as a small band of Lupin troops raised their heads, from their camoflage in the snow, to stare at the hulking humanoid walking by. They raised their weapons, then lowered them again as the Test subject continued to walk away. A single marine yelled out from the snow, the Test subject had saved his life before against the Covenant, and in return he wanted to help it. The Test subject turned it's head to the sound of another being's voice, that wasn't screaming for a change, and to the Test subject, it sounded amazing. The Lupin raised their heads again, this time to see a UNSC marine. The marine turned on his comlink, and spoke his position requesting evac, only to be torn apart by a series of shots from stolen Battle Rifles. A Lupin sprinted out of the bushes, to check if the marine was still alive, and was grabbed by the Test subject as he came to the body. The lupin was tossed to the ground in half, and the remainder of his squad fled as the Test Subject roared over the dead marines body. "Echo 225 this is Private Mains from Team Forest, Covenant attacked, only survivor, I got the creature with me, my co-ordinates are 12 degrees North 43 East, I'm near the edge of the fo, ARGHH!" the transmission ended suddenly, and the Athenian screeched the warthog to a halt. "Perfect." User:Justanothergrunt 01:04, 1 November 2007 (UTC) 198[]"Sir! Requesting permission to return to the surface!" Asked Tuan to Vice Admiral Falconi. "Negative Petty Officer. You guys work best as a team, without James, Team Murmillo has no leader and cannot fully function. You are to stay here and act as a reserve force if it is needed." Replied the Admiral. "I do however, have another plan." He continued "There is one more SPARTAN on board, he has been in cryo for a while, and he needs a little wake up call." The cryo technicians saw a message display on the computer. "Good to see you soldier. I need you to get down to the surface of the planet. The men I put on there earlier are out of action for a while, and half of a Team Alpha has gone missing. There is a pelican waiting for you in the hangar." Said the admiral. Maverick stopped by in the armoury on his way to the hangar. He picked up the modified SR-99C S-2 AMB Sniper Rifle and an MA5C Assault Rifle. Just where I left them he thought. He continued until he reached the hangar where he and a squad of marines entered the pelican and set course for the surface of the planet. --Petty Officer 1st Class 199[]Decrepit Valor reviewed his situation:
Decrepit sighed once more, and entered a query to his Sentinel Minds. "Have the Monitors been contacted yet?" he asked, and in a monotonous voice a Mind replied. "Yes. However, only Vindictive and Repentance have anwered. It is a possibility that we recieved a response from Abstruse as well, though" it answered, and Decrepit felt a pang of hope; if Abstruse was indeed alive, he might be the key to purging the infection. The Dualmind sang their glorious poem of death and decay once more, laughing at the pathetic foes that challenged him. All would die, and simply be reborn as the Dualmind's warriors. It was simply pathetic. "We are but abominations of flesh and bone, taking life and giving it... Why do you insist on fighting us? Why not join us as all those of your fallen have..." Destromath's feet finally reached the ground, cracking the extremely thick ice a little. The Brute ran forward, and finally saw his warriors in the middle of the fight, valiantly fighting for the Covenant. The Chieftain continued to swing his Hammer, smacking away enemies and crushing their bones. He took a spiker and fired it, the thick metal needles speeding through the cold air and spearing a Human between the eyes. The Brute smiled, showing his teeth. --"Our Business is Life itself" Umbrella Corporation 200[]Blukuto stared at his troops in the Hanger of the Heavenly Might, he raised hammer in one hand and yelled out his speech. “Brothers, are race has been beaten and battered to enter the Covenant, and then the Sangheili have left, they were nothing, but cowards, now they try and defeat the mighty Covenant, those Heretics have not the side of the gods, but instead the side of failure, they have nothing, but the armor they stole, the weapons they stole, the ships they stole and the blood of our brother on their hands!” he yelled and the Brutes in the hanger gave a massive war cry. “But to side with the Humans, that is beyond Heresy that is stupidity, the humans were not a threat before or now when the Sangheili have joined them, the demons are nothing I killed two of the Demons myself and the last ran away, they were different demons though, but still demons, but now my brothers we go out, not for ourselves, not for the Prophets, not for glory, not for power, but to keep the Covenant as a whole crushing beast it is!” he yelled and the Brutes gave out another war cry running into the Phantoms and Tarzans and Seraphs that lay in the hanger for them. Blukuto went in his Phantom with his pack and looked at them. He had served with them for over 20 human years now and they had lost many. Only him and Yerguya were left of the original lance, the others were also veterans and his two personal bodyguards. The two jackal snipers and the 7 or so grunts that were his shields. The door on the Phantom closed and it began to take off flying down to the hellhole which was the planets cold barren surface. “Very good speech brother, I even cheered when I heard that,” said Yerguya as he picked up his brute shot from the wall and clipped it to his back. “Thank you brother it was some of my best,” Blukuto replied putting the Fire of Diosac on his back and picking a spiker off the wall as Yerguya did the same. “Just tell me old friend why are the humans fighting so bitterly over this planet?” “Because they are a suicidal race bent on killing themselves,” “Then why are we going down?” “To help our brothers in their quest to destroy the Flood and kill the human wreches,” replied Blukuto in a fashion, which told Yerguya to stop talking. The phantom continued it’s decent into the planets atmosphere, the wind hitting the Phantom as a new blizzard started up. “Sir,” one of the pilots called back. “What?” yelled back Blukuto. “I suggest grabbing lights, it’s night on the planet, and judgeing by how the planet rotates it will be night for a very long time,” “How long?” “At least a couple of days at the least,” the pilot said as the phantom finally reached dropping distance. “Are you ready?” called back the pilot. “Yes!” yelled Blukuto back and the door opened. The doors opened and the group of Covenant soldiers was hit with a blast of cold air. The jackals were cold blooded so it was a good thing they had snow gear onboard the ship. They jumped down and the first thing they saw a Flood ten or so combat forms. They were lucky because the forms were right in front of then so the could see them, but if they had been twenty feet or so away they would have not seen them. It was pitch black outside of the radius of light that the Phantom shone off. The Phantom fired and so did the group of Covenant soldiers easily taking care of the small group of combat forms. Other phantoms began to land after that and they also encountered some resistance but not much. “Ok everyone turn on lights and begin to march to Destromaths postion,” Blukuto said into his comm. SPARTAN-064 felt a sharp crack as his bone was put back into place; crack another was put into place. He looked to his left and saw a doctor standing there sewing up the last of the surgery on his chest. He felt another pin pick and he fell asleep again. Several hours later he awoke in a bed, his MJOLNIR armor off his body. He tried to sit up, but collapsed under the pain it had caused him. He moved his head side to side and looked for anyone else. Three other SPARTANs lay around him all girls, but there was four weren’t there, he thought looking around for the fourth. “So your awake,” called out a voice. 064 looked for where the voice came form and then the person walked over to him. “Oh Iota Seven it’s you,” he said looking at the face of the Iota member several deep cuts across her face and her arms which were folded across her chest. She was wearing a white t-shirt with spots of blood on it and white sweatpants. “You took quite a beating,” she said sitting in the chair next to him. “Well I’m a SPARTAN that’s what we are trained to do, i thoight there were four SPARTANs on Firteam Zulu” he replied looking at the other elite soldier sitting in front of him. "There was she MIA if you catch my drift," she replied sorrowly. "Oh what happened?" he asked trying to sit up agian, but Iota Seven put her hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "She died saving you and her teamates," Iota Seven said looking at all the SPARTANs in the medbay. "Oh I see," he said guilt showing all over his face. Iota Seven was about to say something when the ship shoke for a second and alarms stared to go off. “What the hell!” she yelled out looking around for a comm. system to call the bridge. There was no need for that because the intercom crackled to life. “Attention all soldiers, several more Loyalist ships have exited slipspace and began firing on our fleet, remain calm and grab a weapon incase of borders,” the voice on the intercom died away and Iota grabbed a M6G that lay on the table. “Don’t worry you’ll see another day,” she said as looked at the door ready if anything came their way. The doors opened and several marines walked in. “We are here to protect the injured SPARTANs,” the leader of the marines said. Iota Seven walked over to one of the marines and took his MA5C giving him her M6G. “Don’t worry boys, if anything gets in here I’ll take care of them,” she said clicking off the safety of the Assualt Rifle. -- 201[]The Athenian got out of the Warthog, just outside the forest. He was close... the Hooded figure stared into the darkness that was deep in the forest, the foliage of the conifers blocked out what little light was still glowing over the horizon. The Athenian stretched out his hands, then sprinted into the depths among the trees. Jumping over logs, ducking under branches and spinning ot the way of the thick, closley packed, trees. Crack, the Athenian stopped motionless at the sound, sound of a tree branch snapping. He turned left, in the direction of the noise, and slinked forwards, without a sound. The Test Subject groaned, how long had it been alone, everything, allways expected it to fight, it was tired of the pain, tired of the lonliness, the sorrow... It was angry. The beastlike being roared, tearing a tree out by its roots and smashing the ground with it until it splintered. Destruction, an outlet of rage. The Athenian examined the hulking creature from the shadows, it was marvellous, it's strength seemed beyond what he though ONI was capable of, he pulled out a needle with his left hand, and started a small flame in the other. It was time to test it. Justanothergrunt 20:29, 3 November 2007 (UTC) 202[]Lambda Squad, after a long absence from the field of combat, reappeared, at a medical center . Covered in blue gore, all they had to say to the leader of the facility was "we ran out of ammo". They tossed their Covenant weapons into the snow, the batteries practically empty anyways, and took UNSC firearms, namely the battle rifles and M7 Sub-Machine Guns. "The space fleet is under attack," the leader informed the squad. "Then get us a pelican. We're going Zero-G," answered Lambda Leader. --Dubtiger 21:25, 3 November 2007 (UTC) 203[]Edwin slowly started to see a bright light, and he thought he heard a voice. Lordofmonsterisland"Roar to me" "See my footprints" 21:52, 3 November 2007 (UTC) 204[]"112th Naval Squadron, peel off imediatly, EABTs are securing this destroyer. Head for the main battle." The comm in Jace's Gladius fighter crackled, and around him, the others joined him in his flight towards the battle once more. Though his Broadsword was down, he had been able to make use of this Gladius, which were the second most advanced ship the UNSC had as of now, next to the Broadsword. Weapons included energy darts similar to those used on those sentinel enforcers, and heavy payloads of missiles and bombs. It had shielding, but this was merely shielding that had been given to them by sepratists, not the reverse engineered and stronger Mjolnir type shielding that the Broadswords used. "Everyone, form up on my wing, were heading to the new loyalist fleet." he said into his mike, then switched to a fleet channel. "Any UNSC commanders please respond, the 112th is inbound, and we need coordinates for enemy targets and orders." The doorway into the bridge of the Covenant destroyer was pitted and burnt from the explosions that had been rocking the ship since the 112th started strafing it. Jackson was aware that his brother was probably flying with the squadron, that they were closer now than they had been for years, but he kept his mind on the task at hand. "Prep those charges now." he said hotly, reloading his BR55-M45 and sliding another grendade into the tube. "I'm workin as fast as I can sarge..." said the preoccupied EABT, who was typing in a rapid fire set of commands into the timer. Jackson was in a true hurry. Pelicans full of engineers and covenant tech specialists were inbound to take command of this ship, as well as place hundreds of pounds of explosives on the nose of it, several nukes to be exact. The EABT's of his squad had secured the engine room several hours ago and killed the covenant attempting to detonate the reactor, and now were here at the bridge, attempting to storm it so that the brutes didn't have a chance to open fire on the inbound pelicans; despite the 112ths efforts, destroyers had a lot of pulse lasers, and there were still some usable ones. Dozens of squads were now perched outside the doorways, priming charges so as to blow their way in and attack simoultaneously. If they held everyone up, it would be the height of shame, and it comprimise the whole mission. "Alright, got it." said the EABT, typing in one last command then heading for cover. The others of the squad backed up to the curved walls out of range of the breeching charge's directed blast. "Good." said Jackson, and he chinned his mike. "All teams, detonate on my command." The squad prepared silently. Battle rifle and assualt rifle bolts were racked with loud clacks, grenades were loaded into tubes. "Detonate!" he cried. A thunderous explosion reverberated through the metal walls, shaking Jackson's teeth in his vaccum sealed helmet. But the wall kept the pressure at bay. "MOVE!" he bellowed, rounding the corner with his battle rifle up, already spraying bullets. The charge had blown a sizable hole in the doorway; a ragged metal opening the size of a hog. The EABTs had been fine behind the metal walls, the same was not true for the three grunts that had been meandering around in front of the doorway when the charge went off. Bits of carbonized exoskeleton, burnt meat, and floresent blue blood splattered the walls. Throughout the other doors, dozens of troops trained for combat inside and outside of covenant ships charged the brute crews. The brutes fought ferociously and valiantly, they gave ground tooth-and-nail, firing stubbornly and organized into the onrushing human mass. But the sheer force of numbers, and the skill of the EABTs in these conditions beat them. Grenades landed in their midst, launched from grip mounted launchers, and precise and aimed armor peircing bullters slammed into Alien flesh, hitting in the joints between the brutes armor, or else on the headplates, slamming them off and dashing the brute's brains out all over the floor. In a moment, it was over; covenant corpses, jackals, brutes, and grunts littered the bridge platform, and the EABTs secured it quickly. Several dozen had fallen in the flat out rush, and medics tended to the wounded while the others headed out to sweep the ship and escort the techincicans and bomb planters who would turn this boat into a suicide craft. Spartan 501 00:04, 4 November 2007 (UTC) 205[]The whine of the Pelican's engines slowed as the dropship came to a halt. "This is as far as I can go, it might be a rough landing." Said the Pelican's pilot. Maverick nodded as he jumped out. He landed three metres below on his feet. He leveled his MA5C Assault Rifle and looked around. A green figure began to move towards him. Maverick looked through his binoculars. It wasn't human. The lone human combat form charged at Maverick, using an energy sword as a weapon. "Fuck...." He said as he began to backpeddle, while firing his MA5C. The flood fell down dead as the rounds hit it. He looked on his HUD. The objective point was one hundred metres directly ahead of him. As he neared the crack, the place was deserted. Then, out of nowhere a punch sent him flying. Maverick cursed as his shields went down by five percent. He saw a shimmer of light in front of him and fired his rifle at it. The object began to move as the rounds hit it, and a blue light flared. Damm things got energy shields. He thought. The object fired a beam of light and Maverick ran as it hit his arm and his shields drained to a quarter. He began to run in a circle around the thing while his shields recharged. The object kept firing, but Maverick's enhanced speed kept him from getting hit. Got one shot at this. He thought as he jumped up and slammed his rifle into the object's chest. It gave an all-familiar scream as the rifle took out its shields. It was an elite. As he fired his MA5C into the elite, it bled dark blue blood onto the crystal-white snow as the rounds tore righ through it. As he looked at the body, it bore the colour of a Special Operations Minor. Why did this elite attack me? Why was it using a weapon made by the creatures of this planet? and what is going on?! He thought. It was not time to be looking for answers, because he had a mission to complete. Maverick looked through the crevice and jumped right into the black abyss. --Petty Officer 1st Class 206[]PLNB Priority Transmission XX872D-XX The Colony of Artic IV has shown no significant improvement in terms of the Battle. Attached are some helmet-camera footage from dead UNSC Soldiers. It shows these, creatures, called the "Nakai". Also, there has been proven to be evidence of flood. There has been proven to be a Forerunner Installation underneath Artic IV. ONI Recon 117 has been sending this information for a while now. You remember the file you sent me? On the UNSC Marine that was in the Battle of Africa? Yeah, he was involved in Project Orion. Yes, the Spartan-I's. It appears he served with a Alpha Juliet Juliet 20114. He was involved in TREBUCHET, and TANGLEWOOD. But 24991 was the CQB Specialist on the team. What does this have to deal with Artic IV? He was already on it. We had no idea. You know what she'll do if she found out right? Well, thanx for the file on Alpha Lima Lima Juliet 24991. You know what to do once you find out who deleted the information. Oh yeah, and Rapture? How are the kids? /end file/ Press ENTER to continue. Lewis burst in the door. There was a Brute Captain Ultra and a Brute Bodyguard. Lewis hefted his Shotgun and blasted the Bodyguard into a corner of the room. Lewis turned and saw the Ultra pick up one of his men and throw him against a wall. Lewis turned and fired once. That just took down the beast's shields. Lewis took out his SMG and unloaded a full clip into the Beast's forhead. The beast just took it and kept on going. Lewis jumped up, switched to his shotgun, and fired a slug straight into the Brute's head. The brute walked for three steps, then fell. Lewis turned and saw a fearsome sight. There was entire brute pack now around the shack. Lewis locked and loaded, then saw the spiker rounds fly through the room. The three of Lewis' squad fell in pain. Lewis picked up the SRS-99D S2-AM that the Squad Sniper carried. He sighted through one of the holes, and fired. The Brute Minor fell in pain as it's skull was blasted by the 14.5mm round. Lewis peeked up through the window, and sighted on the leader of the pack. It was a Gold Brute Cheiftan, armed with a Plasma Cannon. Lewis fired off two rounds in quick succession. The Cheiftan fell, with it's headdress falling along with it. That was his ticket out. While the other Brutes were occupied with the death of thier chieftan, Lewis ran. He could run at the pace of an Olympic runner, but the nighttime and the cold of Artic IV wasn't helping any. Lewis kept on running, while Spiker rounds fell all around him. Then, Lewis reached a crevace. On the other side was another Brute Pack. Lewis fired the grappling hook attached to the Sniper Rifle and jumped in. But, the hook failed and Lewis fell into the dark chasm. It was a twenty foot drop, and Lewis landed with a thud. He looked up, saw the stars and the faint explosions of ships, and felt the wind being knocked out of him. He closed his eyes, and went unconsious. Sgt.Johnson 207[]"So, what did I miss?", asked Edwin Lordofmonsterisland"Roar to me" "See my footprints" 01:20, 5 November 2007 (UTC)
208[]Edward had been officially cleared as "healthy" by the medics in the infirmary. Now he ran through the crowded halls, intent upon reaching his goal: the bridge. He reached it and waited for the doors to part, after a few seconds they glowed, then parted, revealing a bustling bridge. Edward took note of the AI on the viewscreen. A man turned to face him, Edward saluted, "Greetings, SPARTAN, have anything to ask?" Edward, slightly out of breath, managed a "Where is she?" "I assume you mean Master Sergeant Riza Holden, currently we don't know exactly where she is, her transponder last gave a signal...ah, Phobos, the map." A map detailing the surrounding appeared, the man pointed to an area not far from the ship, "the last signal came from here," he pointed to something called "Grid Delta Zeta 77." "I need a Pelican and a group of soldiers, fast." Edward said, the man smiled, "done." Soon, that is all it will take before you are with us... The voice said into Riza's mind again, she furiously tore an Infection Form from her neck and squished it. Tsk tsk, you do not agree to our Covenant? The Marines around Riza fired at the oncoming Flood horde, it was a vain attempt. Hundreds of Infection Forms popped and splattered the snow, and that robed figure in the Pelican made matters worst. But he was an ally in some ways, all he desired was to survive, and he destroyed hundreds of flood to do so. Then a Flood wave jumped onto Riza and she blacked out. Edward patiently waited in the co-pilot seat of the Pelican, but it was hard to do so. He made an inspection on his MA5C for the fiftieth time and checked his M7. The team he had brought with him, a group of ODST's called Zeta Squad, milled about. "Bringing us in..." The pilot reported. The Pelican touched down and Edward hurried out the back, the ODST's lagged behind, their guns up. He spotted gunshots in the distance and ran towards them at speed. A Flood-itized Marine jumped from the snow and Edward brought his Assault Rifle to bear, he fired half the clip. The Marine plowed on, Edward finished him off with the rest of the clip. He reloaded, then saw a writhing shape in the distance. He ran, clipping his MA5C to his back and drawing the M7. As he approached he recognized the shape, it was Riza, covered in Infection forms who were greedily searching for skin to penetrate. He raised his M7, it was a risk, but it might work. He fired. Infection forms popped and Flood blood spattered the snow, Riza sustained some hits, her screams echoing over the icy plains. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 209[]Blukuto looked over the edge of the hill through his nighvision looking at the hordes of flood attacking the small band of humans. He called up his Jackel snipers and told tell to kill flood first then kill the humans.The jackal looked through the night vision on his scope and shot down a combat form, as it was about to attack a human. Blukuto might not like the humans, but they did have a common enemy, the Flood. He waved his arm and the thousands of Covenant soldiers at his command rushed over the hill firing their weapons at the flood and the humans as well. A demon was even among their ranks, Blukuto shot at the flood with his spiker and his mauler, throwing a spike grenade onto a carrier form and killing it and every infection form inside. Reloading his spiker he fired clip after clip of the weapon into any flood that got near him. His mauler quickly disposed of any flood that really got close he blew out their chests. He saw a tank form walk through the crowd towards him as particle beam shot hit the flood near it. “Leave the Pure parasite to me, the Fire of Diosac will cleanse this world!” Blukuto yelled grabbing the Gravity Hammer and slamming it down in front of him killing tens of infection forms and 4 combat forms. He ran towards the Tank form and threw his hammer at it lodging it into the Tank forms chest. Jumping he grabed it ripping it out of the Flood and slamming it down killing the tank form. He looked to the group of Marines and the Demon raising his hammer he charged a force of thousands behind him through the darkness to their goal. Blade Yamato flew over the Seraphs and dropped a small bomb under his ship. The brute pilot tried to veer out of the way, but was going to fast to avoid the small explosive. Crashing into it, his ship was engulfed with flames and crashed into another. The two ships soared through the vacuum of space and impacted on a Covenant ship. Blade flied over the Destroyer and began to try and destroy some of the pulse laser turrets. He began to rotate his missile launcher, and fired of some of the rockets. The soared towards the turrets, they hit them and exploded, sending blobs of super heated metal and plasma floating through space. Blade flipped and weaved but failed to dodge the new seraphs on his tail, their plasma cannons warming up. “I need support guys!” he yelled into his comm. “I’m here!” yelled out one of his squad mates as a longsword swerved behind the Seraphs behind Blade. It opened fire with its rotary guns and the seraphs shields behind to flicker. The seraphs tucked and rolled to escape the Virgo pilot, but to no avail. Two of the four seraphs went down when Blade flipped over and shot superheated rounds into the seraphs. Then it happened the Seraphs plasma cannon went off and hit Blade on the side of his Mustang. His engines were hit and he started to go down heading down to the ‘’Hatters’’ hanger. The Mustang hit the floor of the hanger a fire safety crews came and tried to put out the fire. Blade jumped out of the burning ship and backed off. “Do you have another ship!” he yelled out looking to go right back into the battle. -- 210[]"This is the UNSC Assault Carrier Crimson Sky. Any UNSC Forces respond!" Tirado's voice roared over the system wide communication array. Clustered around the carrier the remaining rapid response fleet consisting of the Orbital Station Athena, UNSC Destroyer Constantine, the two Prowlers, the Frigates Razor Blade and Ahkmenrah. Within the vicinity of the UNSC ships, the Fleet of Incorruptible Faith. The Separatist fleet clustered around their flagship codenamed "Blade Of The Prophets," as Seraph fighters engaged Brute space fighters. Tirado grimly looked at the tactical situation. He had not given the order to fire, but the Elites were taking a beating. "Fire!" Fleet Master Le'Sua Adulee got up from the deck as his carrier lurched hard to Port deflecting a Plasma torpedo. "Find where that came from and vaporize those heathens!" he ordered. A Seraph fighter passed through the view screen but moments later exploded into ionized bits. The deck shuddered and the lights dimmed as power was drained from the reactors. "Rupture in the Aft engine core! Containing now!" another Elite reported while frantically rearranging hexagonal shapes on the board. Le'Sua cursed the day the Civil War started. The lights winked out as another surge powered down systems and auxiliary systems booted. "Fleet Master. The Humans have launched their initial attack. The Brutes are taking a beating. There are no casualties reported." another Elite pitched in. "Burn those Brutes! Take no prisoners!" Le'Sua ordered. Freelancer"SquakBox" "MyJunk" 21:50, 6 November 2007 (UTC) 211[]Edward had just picked up Riza and cradled her with one arm when he heard the battle cry. The Marines and ODST's behind him looked up, their guns pointed. Out of the darkness charged thousands of soldiers, being led by a Brute with a Gravity Hammer. Holding Riza with one arm and holding his SMG up with the otherm he fired into the army, a few soldiers fell, but the mass continued over the bodies. "Open fire on the Brute! We might be able to throw them into disarray!" A Marine yelled, he turned to fire... ...But the Brute was upon him, bringing his Hammer down on the man's spine. Edward activated his radio, "Command, we have Master Sergeant Holden!" Edward paused for a moment, it was odd to be calling her 'Holden' when he usually called her "Riza" "And we need support, an army of Covenant just arrived!" "Copy that, can you get into your Pelican?" Edward looked back at the Pelican and groaned, it was too far away, if they tried to run, the Covenant would just brun or break them to pieces. "Negative, Command." "Very well, we'll see what we can do, give 'em hell." Riza's eyes opened, she wriggled around, trying to know her surroundings. She was being held by someone, she recognized the MJOLNIR armor, but it could be any of the Spartans here on Arctic IV. But the voice was all it took. "Hang on, I'm gonna get us both out alive." "Michael, take snipe position, Katherine, give the Covvies some explosives to play with, the rest of us, lets give 'em some lead to chew on!" In unisonm the rest of Zeta Squad raised their rifles and fired into the army of Covenant. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 212[]The first salvo from the Separatist fleet split the Brute shields down to a shimmer. One, a Brute Assault Carrier, melted under the opening salvo of the Rapid Response Fleet. Three heated tungsten energy shells propelled towards the Flagship and impacted on the hull. "Captain! Two of three shells ineffective! Firing again." The station Athena fired again. The Crimson Sky fired another shell while still engaging the fighters all around. A plasma torpedo impacted on the port bow venting atmosphere explosively. "Decks F through subdeck K are gone. blocking them off." reported a crewman. "Get me a firing solution for the flagship!" Tirado ordered, sweat streaking down his forehead. The frigates Ahkmenrah and the Alexander fired their MAC's, reloaded and fired again on the flagship. The orbital Athena disappeared around the darkside of the Arctc IV. The Assault Carrier Crimson Sky fired three consectutive rounds at the Flagship as it erupted into vaporized alloy. "Captain. Flagship is down. Longswords picking off the Seraph." a crewman announced. Putting the petal to the metal, Major Timothy Torres led his squadron of Longswords into the belly of the beast. Archer missiles left trails of smoke as the 120mm cannons put pockets into the vacuum. Several Seraph fighters luminated deep space as they erupted into a white blue minisun. A plasma blast struck Torres's fighter. "Arbiter! Brute Flagship has been vaporized! Shall we ionize the rest of the Fleet?" Le'Sua asked over the ship COM. The Battle cruiser lurched to port avoiding a salvo of plasma torpedoes. "Fire! Show no mercy!" he ordered over the Fleet Communication. A pair of CCS Class Battle Cruisers erupted from the inside, a bomb. Le'Sua eyed the pair of ships, they were his own. "Those Brutes are cunning." he muttered, clicking his mandibles. In the repair bay, several Longswords lay suspended by antigravity as the wounded humans were removed and the ships repaired by Engineers. Timothy Torres fell out of his Longsword crashing to the deckplates and spitting out blood. "Ca..Captain.." he managed to say before going unconscious. HalopediaRulesPonyExpressMailLetters 21:03, 9 November 2007 (UTC) 213[]Abstruse Divergence floated among the wreckage and debris of what was Halo Installation-07. "This is 0A-DV requesting aid of surviving Forerunner constructs. Gravemind C-D has been vitalized! Arctic Installation is in danger of failing!" The message instantly awakened the Forerunner Contender-Class AI, and he utilized the teleportation grid of a piece of the Installation that was still functional. Abstruse instantly appeared within the massive cavern of churning Forerunner machinework, before him a computer terminal. "Welcome back. I am Decrepit Valor, code 0A-DV" "Join us..." the Dualmind muttered as Riza struggled against the Infection Form. "It will not be long until you come to our side" they said, and they were furious as the Human refused and killed the Infection Form. The Dualmind roared, and a wave of Flood leaped upon her. Destromath landed on top of a Nakai, his armored foot-guards crushing the humanoid's pale white head, and splattering blood around. Another of the creatures nearby saw what had transpired, and proceeded to draw its weapon before being beat down mercilessly with the Brute Chieftain's Hammer. The large metal lump that was the head of the Flame of Hades smashed against the Nakai's stomach, nearly ripping it purely from sheer force, and the gravitational forces lashed at the ripping flesh, finally tearing it apart, resulting in the body being split in half in a gory minute. Destromath roared, beating his chest with one of his hands; a basic primal instinct to show dominance. The other Arctic IV members turned, and began firing as the Brute activated his Invincibility and flew into what seemed to be a massacre. --"Our Business is Life itself" Umbrella Corporation
214[]The refitting of the destroyer was done; nearly a half a dozen nukes had been placed in her nose, and now the course trajectory had been plotted: straight into the Loyalist formation. The ship had been stripped of all weaponry, life support, and all excess space had been put into nearly five dozen added reactors, so that the ship would have the speed and the shielding tp get inside the Loyalist lines; the covenant may well focus all firepower on it. "Eagle Green is clear for departure, over." said Jackson into his mike as he climbed aboard a Peregrine dropship inside the hangar. He slung his weapons over his shoulder and grabbed the handles of the ship. Acceleration tugged at Jackson's body as the ship moved out of the hangar. Over 500 assorted Peregrines and Pelicans burst from the destroyer, and as soon as they cleared the engines of the ship flared. It accelerated away, straight for the center of the Loyalist formation. Pulse lasers and plasma flashed toward the destroyer almost immediatly, but it was accelerating fast enough now that it avoid at least a third of the fire. The other shots splashed across the bumped up shields, doing no damage to the hull and not denying the destroyer of any momentum. Finnally, the Loyalists seemed to realize that this ship was a great threat. They focused their firepower on it, punching through its shields with plasam torpedoes and energy projector shots and pulse lasers. A plasma torpedoe sliced into it's port flank, and a great gout of fire began burning from the atmosphere as the fire consumed the left side. The shields came back up, but only for a second; more fire hit them and kept them down. An squadron of Loyalist Tarzans swooped past, flashing pulse lasers and plasma torpedoes into the ships engines. Disabling one of them. The ship was a ruin, but it didn't matter. The brutes had failed to target the correct spot, and now it was beyond the point of no return. With a brilliant flash of heat and radiation, almost two dozen ship's shields winked out, and almost a dozen were flattened outright. Spartan 501 07:26, 10 November 2007 (UTC) 215[]Edwin led his half of Team Alpha through the icy tunnels, trying to find a way out. While they had seen the TacMap, it was one thing to look and say "go here" and a totally different thing to do it. They wandered the tunnels, finding dead-ends and turning around, then having to repeat the same process over and over. They all grew tired of it. Lordofmonsterisland"Roar to me" "See my footprints" 01:20, 5 November 2007 (UTC) 216[]A needle shot out of the darkness, snapping upon contact with the Test Subject's skin. It roared as a column of blazing flames surged into it. The Athenian walked over from his hiding spot, examining the steam, only to jump back as it cleared revealing the Test Subject still fully upright, it's burns steadily being grown over by new skin. It glared down upon the hooded figure, and charged, as the Athenian let loose a quick flurry of fireballs. Several got it in the chest, the shoulder, and one to the legs finally tripped it up, rougly two metres before the Athenian, who then proceded to let loose a continous stream of flame, that slowly melted off the Subjects face. It howled, and it's hand swept at the Athenian, barely missing, but was followed by the other fist, which smashed into the ground, and pulled up a large amount of snow, causing the hooded Athenian to lose balance long enough for the Test to get up, and with one of it's massive arms, send him flying. The Athenian hit a tree with a Whump, soon followed by a crack, as it snapped and fell back. Dazed, the Athenian got back up and stumbled, the image of the monstrous figure sprinting towards him was but a hazed blur, but he none the less shot another ball of fire, before leaping out of the way. The Test Subject had now fully healed from all the Athenians previous assaults, and stared at the puny figure, lying in the snow. Releasing another roar, it lunged, only to be met with another burst, this time with enough strength that upon colliding with it in midair, the Test Subject was thrown back into the air, coming down with a crash. It's amazing....Truly, a magnificent specimen...but it doesn't deserve it's gifts, it can't handle them... The Athenian thought, as he pulled himself back up using the base of a tree. The darkness didn't matter, the Athenian could still see, and he saw they hulking creature waving about frantically in the dark, looking for it's attacker, after it had lost sight of him. The Athenian rolled around, and crept up behind the Test Subject, pulling out another needle, the Athenian leaped onto it's back, and attempted to plunge the needle into it's neck, only for it to again snap. The Test Subject grabbed the Athenian by his arm, slamming him into the ground, then into a tree, then again into the ground before throwing him to the side. The Athenian vomited blood onto the snow, pain searing throughout his body. He saw the creature tear a tree out from it's roots, and prepare to smash him with it, when another flame burst the tree alight. The Test Subject dropped it, and recieved another series of blasts from the hooded figure lying in the bloodsoaked snow. Grunting as the wounds healed, it prepared another charge as the Athenian shakily stood up. The Lupin troop, who had left the forest, now several kilometres away, saw a small explosion in the forest, as the Athenians entire body exploded in flame. The Test Subject collaped before the figure, who himself was quite startled by this outburst of power Yet, as the Subject succeeded in getting back up and limping away, the Athenian noticed several drops of blood left in the creatures wake, and noting them as not his own, the Athenian gathered them. He had what he was after. User:Justanothergrunt09:42, 10 November 2007 (UTC) 217[]The Ark'her soldier glanced. It could almost swear it saw the shadows move. It dismissed it as being unreasonable. Exactly as they hoped it would think. Red eyes appeared as a suppressed three-round burst went into the Ark'her soldier. Its partner turned around when it saw its partner die to face the new threat, when another black figure came and jabbed a knife into its back. Three others appeared as the moved across the blackened balcony. One of them placed its sniper rifle onto the balcony edge. A large contigent of Jumenga infantry passed by. They were guarding a Jumenga Council Member. The sniper took aim, and fired. The high caliber round passed through the council member's head and blew it to bits. The jumenga foot soldiers were alarmed. A council member had been assasainated in the middle of Union City. Laser blasts criss-crossed through the air as the Jumenga soldiers attempted to kill the sniper. The small team began to creep away when the squad leader stopped. He motioned the other to take positions as he fired down the hall. A scream was heard as the rounds impacted the hide of a Lupin Soldat. It charged at the squad and hundreds of rounds spat from their assault rifles. The rounds illuminated the air as the bright orange projectiles impacted the lupin. It fell down dead as they discarded their empty clips for new ones. The noise was going to attract the Jumenga troops, so the team ran as fast as possible. They climbed through a small hole that lead to the surface and adjusted their armour to match that of an oxygen-deprived area. The black night hid them. "Come on, we gotta go meet up with the convoy before sunrise." Said the squad leader. The others nodded as they sprinted towards the rendevous point. --Petty Officer 1st Class 218[]Jared, hands clenched in grief-stricken rage, looked up at the oncoming tide of troops. He saw his brother, SPARTAN-077, with the master sergeant over his shoulder. He saw the few Marines, falling back before the beserking Brutes. He saw the leaping Brute Alpha Chieftan. And he knew. He knew what he would do. He knew how to wreak his revenge. "Don't do it. Please." "Why?" "She might be gone, but I'm not. I'm still here, Jared. Please, think." "I'll do that," he growled, pulling the Spartan Laser off of his back and squaring his shoulders. Lifting the high-power weapon to his shoulder, he pulled the charging trigger back and watched as the targeter laser flickered onto the shielded Brute's body. The laser whined, and with a huge rend of atmosphere, shot its energy beam towards the Brute. The beam, strong enough to destroy a tank in one blast, dropped the shield. The Brute fell, apparently uninjured, but looking mad as hell. That was fine with SPARTAN-091. He waved the Brute forward in an ages-old "bring-it" gesture. This was his revenge. He would make them pay. The Brute lunged, Jared charged, and the wave of Covenant Loyalists swept around them. Battle was joined. SPARTAN-091|Admin| 219[]The Contender-class AI floated before Decrepit Valor, breaking the silence only moments afterward. "What is the status of your Installation?" he asked, "The Installation's integrity is compromised. Continued assaults from the Flood and Gravemind D-2 have destroyed nearly half of Installation-0A's Sentinel Factories, and its structure has been damaged greatly." Valor sighed, the monotone making it sound odd, "If this is allowed to continue, this Installation will be destroyed." Abstruse floated over to a nearby cylindrical object, and placed himself in the middle of it, holographic grids and Forerunner glyphs encompassing the entirety of his avatar. "The commands are already being proccessed. If we do not eliminate the Flood, this Installation, and all those on it, will be purged" The Dualmind continued to laugh, sure of their victory. It would not matter if one escaped their wrath; the flow of their children was endless. It would only be a matter of time before all on the planet were their own. An endless family. And those who would resist would be killed. Destromath watched as his kin leaped towards the Demon, a red beam hitting the Alpha and draining his shields. The Brute charged, and was killed moments afterward. Destromath roared with anger and anguish, bringing his Gravity Hammer up in an offensive stance and charging towards the Demon. He knew that he would not die this day, and his Invincibility shield slowly drained away as he charged towards the Spartan like an unstoppable beast. --"Our Business is Life itself" Umbrella Corporation 220[]The Covenant forces continued to press the attack. The Marines and ODST's were hopelessly outnumbered, but two Spartans, Jared and Edward, stood with them. Jared had knocked out or killed an oncoming Brute Chieftain, putting some of the Covenant in disarray. But, as Edward noticed, there were other Brutes in the army, including one with bloodred fur, who fought ferociously. A roar caught Edward's attention, he looked up. The reinforcements command had sent had arrived, five Pelicans and five Phantoms, compared to the Covenant army, it wasn't much, but they had enough room to evac them. At least Edward hoped so. Edward's grip on Riza and his SMG tightened as the Covenant army retreated a small bit, then rushed forward. The Pelicans and the Phantoms turned and fired, rockets and chaingun fire, along with plasma, struck the front line. But the Chieftain with bloodred fur would not be stalled by such small interruptions, he led the attack. Zeta Squad watched as the UNSC and Covenant Seperatist reinforcements held off the Covenant army just long enough to send out their soldiers. Marines and ODST's gathered in formation while Elites, Grunts, and a Hunter pair charged. "Come on Zeta's, we're goin' home!" Zeta Squad rushed to the Pelicans. An Elite voice broke through the dozens of other voices on Riza's COM as the battle raged. "You are the leader of these forces, yes?" She sent a return 'yes' signal. "Good, my warriors shall fend off the others while you evac, after that, we shall depart, is that plan sound with you?" She managed a weak "yes." "Excellent, warriors, press the attack! Burn the traitors!" -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 221[]The Athenian cursed slightly as the Test Subject's blood was tested upon by a small array of mechanisms the Athenian had set up in a cave. The results were less than promising, he should have known, ONI itself had attempted and failed to attain the DNA needed to recreate it. The Athenian reread the results of his tests, and smashed one of the machines next to him. He threw the information to the ground, and set it on fire, yet his eyes narrowed on a pattern of numbers, before it turned to ash, and leapt back to continue testing, this time for a different objective. The UNSC dropship landed at the edge of the Forest, and several marines hopped out. "Corporal, I found the private!" One of the marines shouted, from his position next to a marines corpse. "Lupin, spread out, we'll find... What's that?!?" The Corporal stutterd slightly as he saw several enormous footsteps in the snow, "Uh...uh... be prepared for something big..." The small group of marines spread into a long line, as they scanned the forest, eventually coming across a pool of water, with burnt trees surrounding it, "What the 'ell... there's the footprints again, you two," The corporal said pointing at two marines next to him, "Follow them to their source, we'll be right behind you." The Test Subject was sleeping off it's injuries, when it felt itself being pulled up, off the ground. Startled by the fact that it was floating, it looked up to find a Gravity lift was slowly sucking it into a Seperist ship. Helplessly it swung it's arms and roared furiosly as it attempted to escape, before entering the ship, to find itself again in an odd box like structure, with a energy wall blocking it off from outside, though it could still see legions of Grunts and Elites surrounding it. It roared and beat against the walls, leaving dents, but not enough to break through, even the energy wall seemed to crackle under it's strength, though it too, refused to give in. Helpless the Test Subject curled itself up in a corner, as the box was taken away to another part of the ship. User:Justanothergrunt 06:00, 12 November 2007 (UTC) 222[]Bravo Team returned to the convoy. The Nakai soldiers saluted as they passed by. They stopped at the Nakai Supreme Commadner. "Sir! Phase One is complete!" Said the squad leader. The Nakai Supreme Commander clicked his mandibles in acknowledgement. The Squad moved out. As they moved through Union City with the Spec Ops team hidden, they stopped at the main council chamber. He took three elite rangers with him. The Jumenga Council and the Ark'her nest Queen had never seen a ranger, thus they thought it was simply a special Nakai soldier. As the dorrs closed, two Nakai Hoour Guards took up positions outside along with two Ark'her Juggernauts. "The time for the end of this war against the humans is at hand! My men will strike their base camp at midnight!" yelled one of the Jumenga Council Members. "Yes it is." Said the Nakai Supreme Commander as he reached underneath his armour for his energy sword. The Nakai Honour Guards took out their blades. The Ark'her Juggernauts knew something was wrong, but before they could react the Honour Guards sliced them in half. Nakai soldiers leading Konako troops opened fire onto the Ark'her in the balconys and a firefight ensued throughout the hall. Lasers criss-crossed the area as the Nakai troops used superior cover, and the element of surprise to defeat their former allies. "All hands! Guard this area! Let none pass!" yelled a Sangheili Ultra. Maverick stopped. They were being followed. "Show yourself!" he yelled to the shadows. "We come desiting no harm!" Yelled an elite. Maverick turned on his night vision and saw an elite and several Nakai come out. "We share a common enemy: The prophets. We were some who managed to escape their evil influence and ran here. The reason why you were attacked was because we thought you allied with them as well. We now know that our brothers no longer ally with them, and you are their enemies as well. We are here to forge an alliance between the Nakai and you. Do we have a deal?" The elite asked. "I'm relaying it to FLEETCOM, but for now, we have a deal." Maverick replied. "Good. We have a way out. Follow us." The elite said to Maverick and Team Alpha. --Petty Officer 1st Class 223[]Tirado watched as the destroyer rapidly approached the Loyalist fleet center and moments before it detonated, he prayed who ever was on that ship was a hero that would be forever remembered. "Get me a fire solution for the closest ship!" he ordered, gripping the steel side rails with white knuckles. The ships status flashed a warning as the reactors were dangerously close to redlining and meltdown. "Fire!" The destroyer fired three shells and the crew watched as a CCS Class battle cruiser erupted. Longswords fought off the Loyalist Seraphs that surrounded the clustered ships. The Alexander manuevered out of the way of a plasma torpedo but wasn't lucky enough to dodge a plasma pulse laser. Several decks melted under the heat and ionized into space. It was still operational, barely. The destroyer Constantine tracked the Covenant frigate and opened fire. Two shells hit their mark on the starboard hull and impacted. "Sir. The Athena sends their apology for being absent." a crewman informed at the COM's station. "They are currently repairing the thrusters and resetting the data core." he continued. The Crimson Sky shuddered, venting atmosphere rapidly, oxygen levels dropping dangerously low. Tirado dropped to the deck losing consciousness. Callisto, the ships AI activated the fail safes on the reactors and prepared the self destruct sequence. The Athena appeared around the planet opened fire sixteen consectutive MAC rounds into the Loyalist fleet rupturing hulls and tearing apart several heavy cruisers. Le'Sua stared wide eyed at the forward screens at the Crimson Sky ruptured on several decks explosively. "O'roee, get me a firing solution for any ships closest to that destroyer." the Fleet Master ordered. The power lights, running lights, and every secondary system powered down as the Cruiser abosrbed power to the turrets. At flank speed, the flagship accelerated towards four heavily armed cruisers. The flagship was to far into the field of fire to disengage that it literally absorbed every plasma blast shot. It passed between the cruisers and fired. Tim Torres stumbled on the deck as he surveyed the carnage raging not a kilometer from the launch and repair bay. Grunts scurried around tightening loose equipement and sqeaking at the same time. Engineers did what they did best, repair stuff. His flight suit had been reduced to a charred mess of slag. He stooped in the cockpit of his Longsword and rummaged through his crash pack. He pulled out a new pair of flight pants, shirt, and a cap. He also pulled out several nutrient supplements. The Longsword lurched forward as the bulk of Shadows Upon Death took a direct blast to the bay. The atmosphere explosively decompressed. Grunt squeled in terror as they were instantly sucked into the vacuum. Tim gripped the cockpit chair; the Longsword held. Minutes later the vacuum filled launch bay recompressed and was stable, barely. HalopediaRulesPonyExpressMailLetters 21:37, 12 November 2007 (UTC) 224[]Team Alpha and Maverick followed the Elites. Edwin found it odd though. He never would have thought that there were Elites hiding on Arctic IV with the Alliance, but there they were, leading him out of the maze of tunnels. They gotten into more recent diggings now, and had to turn on their nightvision to let them see. As they continued down the halls, Jerry noticed one hall with light at the end, and something was at the end. Lordofmonsterisland"Roar to me" "See my footprints" 21:47, 12 November 2007 (UTC) 225[]Lewis felt himself being carried. His blurred vision made him feel sick. Lewis closed his eyes and his vision steadied. He saw the armor that only those Section-III freaks wore. Lewis turned his head, and puked. The SPARTAN stopped and set him down. Lewis cleared his head and saw a squad of Spartans standing around him. 226[]"What are you saying? I don't quite understand" Valor said, confused, "I have set the destruction sequence for 7 days. If we fail to effectively get rid of the Flood within that time, this Installation will be destroyed, along with all those on it, save, for me and you of course" Abstruse started, "However, if we do manage to purge the infection, the sequence will abort and order will be restored." Divergence, finished speaking, got to work immediately. Swarms of Sentinels spewed out of the Factories, and flooded into the many crevaces and underground tunnels that were infested with Flood. They would work their way to the Dualmind, and end its symphony. Permanently. They could sense it... the machines in their tunnels. Their caves, killing the many that were the Dualmind's children... "Are you blind? Do you not see? WE are the future. The Flood are evolution itself... Not you, not they, not even we can stop it" one head recited, "The piece we have composed will continue for eternity... and those in our path will seek to feed our endless hunger" the other finished, and they continued to laugh. The shield waned, and finally died out as Destromath's own shields were put to the test. Plasma and bullets pelted his shields, and the Chieftain saw another... "DEMONS!!!" he roared, throwing his Gravity Hammer like a boomerang toward the nearest one... SPARTAN-077. The Brute saw the Hammer swing and hit the SPARTAN, making him fall on the floor, and then return to the Chieftain's own gauntlet. By now his shields were all but gone, the burning pain of plasma and the sharp shots of bullets hitting his skin... but he was strong. Perhaps the most strong of all his kin... and he continued forward. Clipping the near depleted Hammer to his back, he grabbed a Mauler from a dead Ultra and a Spiker from his own waist, and fired them simultaneously at SPARTAN-091, Jared, the one who had killed his brother in front of Destromath's very eyes... The spikes and Mauler projectiles fired from the weapons in a small explosion, hurtling toward Jared's chest. Unless he could act fast, he would end up crippled and helpless. The blood was not seen easily in Destromath's fur, but it was invariably there. It dripped onto the snow as he charged toward the Spartans, and clouded his eyes afterward. The Chieftain's body hurt all over, the multiple burns and puncture wounds caused by the ships' fire burning like fire. He slowly slipped into unconciousness and dreamt of the Great Journey; what it would be like to challenge Tartarus once more... "The Chieftain is down! Recover him quickly before the traitors or the Humans are able to get their dirty hands on his eminence!" A pack of Brutes had seen their Chieftain fall, his red fur and acid green armor very distinguishable among the rest of the Chieftains. The packleader, a Brute Captain, guarded the Chieftain's limp body as two Minors carried it away and into the grav-lift of a now approaching Destroyer. Moments after Destromath's body was put into the ship however, the Covenant retreated, leaving only the Arctic IV Alliance and incoming Flood for the Humans and Separatists to deal with. --"Our Business is Life itself" Umbrella Corporation 227[]"Captain Ferris, the Covenant Destoryer we captured just exploded in the middle of the formation," said a crewman aboard the UNSC Bizmark. "Good tell the 112th to start running bombing runs on the Covenant ships and shootdown as many of those Brute fighters as they can," said Captain Ferris looking at the Tacmap on his chair. "Sctrach that order, tell them to target the new Flood hole and load up one of their ships with a Firestorm," he said as he zoomed in on the new flood hole which spewed out flood and one enormus Worm began to slowly crawl out of the hole ozzing infection forms out of the massive bulbs on its skin. Blukuto looked at the wounded Chieftan and stared at his gravity hammer while comparing it to his own. The Fire of Diosac looked more angular and probably had a bigger battery, but Destromaths hammer looked more deadly. The blood red chieftan breathed in deeply through the breath mask that covered his face. Blukuto picked up the stained red spiker and licked some of the blood off the blade. Blukuto grabed his own hammer and walked out of the chamber. As he walked outside he grabed the marine off the wall and threw him on the floor. Blukuto then stepped on his chest and grabed his arm. "Tell me where your commander is," he struggled to say, trying as hard as he could to speak the complicated human langauge. "I'll never tell you," the marine said. "Fine," he blerbed out grabing the marines arm and pulling it straight off. The marine yelled out in pain as blood began to freely flow out of his empity socket. Blukuto smiled as the marine screamed in pain, this was going to be fun. -- 228[]The Gravity Hammer swept through the air, striking Edward with enough force to knock his weight and the MJOLNIR's weight down. As he fell, he tried to arrange Riza so his titanic weight would not crush her when he fell. His consciousness slipped away, he fell into the snow, and hoped he hadn't smashed Riza beneath his armor. "Run Covvies, run!!!!" The Marines gave a whoop of joy as they saw the Covenant and their Brute leaders retreated to a ship waiting behind them. Kain glanced at the Elites and saw they were looking rather uneasy, as if the fight was not over. In truth, the fight wasn't over, but the soldiers had no idea. Kain strode over to a white armored Elite. "Is that armor for rank or snow camo?" He asked, "A little of both," the Elite answered, he put his head to the night sky and looked up. "The stench of the Flood hangs in this air, I will be most glad to leave." "Is it strong? That usually means their close." The Elite put his head to the sky again, then made a noise that sounded like he knew something he hadn't before, "yes, the smell is stronger, much stronger, In fac-" The Elite was cut off as several voices, Human and Elite, came onto the COM, "alert! We've got Flood biosigns off in the distance! Wait, we've got other biosigns in the other way, not Covenant, but something else." "Phantoms," The Elite said calmly, "burn the Flood first, the Humans and I shall deal with this new threat." "Confirmed, leader." The Phantoms sped off towards the Flood, with the UNSC Pelicans following close behind. The Humans and Covenant turned the other way to face the other threat. Could it be some undocumented species, an ally? an enemy? Kain had met too many new hostiles during his time on Arctic IV. The Elite brought a magnification lense to his eye, "Hmmm, yes, this other enemy, I have met them before, they are the Arctic IV Alliance I believe, they are being led by the ones called the Nakai." "Load up, Zetas!" Kain ordered. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 229[]The Sentinels swarmed, eradicating Flood at first sight. The Flood holes were being cleansed, and it seemed that all was back in the favor of the Forerunners. "I am surprised you allowed yourself to be bested by these creatures..." Abstruse said, and Valor remained silent. How could the AI be so successful where he had failed? The Dualmind was angered greatly; they, the greatest of all life's creations, were being defeated by simple machines! The Flood were the culmination of all evolution! They were the most powerful, the most intelligent, THE ONLY TRUE SENTIENCE. They roared in unison, the Flood continually spawning. "The Orchestra shall not be killed!" one roared, "Can you not see we are the better!?" the other said also, and the Flood continued moving on. Destromath opened his eye, the other one apparently still healing from a wound. His vision was blurry at first, but as he regained his sight, he saw that he was in the medical section of a Covenant Destroyer. "Where am I?" he growled, and a nearby Brute answered. "You are on the Ponderous, Chieftain. After your fall, the other Chieftains ordered a retreat. There were too many of the traitors" he said, and the Chieftain growled in anger. "Cowards..." he muttered, and he got back up, before collapsing once more. "Your eminence, you should rest... it would not be wise to move, you being in this state" the Brute said, apparently a Captain, and he exited the room before Destromath spoke once more. "Where is my armor and my Hammer?" he asked, and the Captain pointed to a corner where they were being held in a gravitational field, before leaving. He attempted to move to it, but the many stitched together wounds on his flesh threatened to tear, and he lay still, slowly dozing off back into unconciousness, or sleep. He couldn't tell which. --"Our Business is Life itself" Umbrella Corporation 230[]Gary awoke with the taste of blood and tar in his mouth as he looked up Gamma 2 and Arculee had been placed within a flood infested cavern. The walls were covered in pores that was holding infection forms. Soon the others were getting up. "Why didn't the parasite kill us or infect us I do not want to be played with!" Arculee said as he shook his fist to the walls of flesh. Gary got up on his feet as one of the pores popped and infection forms stormed out of the room. Flood war cries shook the caverns as muffled echoes of artillery and plasma was over head. Then Gary realized they had to get out but they didn't have any weapons. Linnea shook the concussion off her head. Everyone was up. Joshua's helmet was too damaged to wear so he took it off. Gary picked up a dismembered flood arm. "We're going to have to use primitive weapons until we find some real weapons" Gary ordered his team. Everyone took arms legs. Arculee didn't and looked at his fists and nodded. Gary knew what that meant so he ignored it. They started to go forward. Combat forms patrolled the corridor of burnt and stained blood. One of them with a plasma rifle. Gary looked back at Arculee. They tried to sneak up on the combat forms but the commanding form must have already seen them. The flood gurgled and lunged. Both Gary and 31G ran up and as the combat form was mid air shoved their fists within the chest killing it. "Fuck Yea!" SPARTAN-023G said as he got in his fighting stance. The team attacked the remaining 2 over powering them. Arculee grabbed the plasma rifle. "Only 56 percent left but it will do" Arculee said as he wiped the flood fluid off the grip. They continued onward through the maze. The stench was covering everything it almost wiped the memory of clean cold air from the spartans' minds. Several captive marines were being infected in the cornered area that the team was walking by. One marine before being assimilated saw the spartans and smiled with joy as they looked at him. But the team continued on knowing it was too late for him. Screams of "NOOOOOO! NOOOOO DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" came from that marine as the team walked by. Soon the infected marines were behind them as Arculee shot at them burning that infection form right of the rib cage. Gary's HUD finally activeated again and showed that the team was inside the planet about 14 miles down. Gary knew this would be one of the hardest escapes he had to pull or risk everyone in Gamma 2 to die. He took off his helmet wiped the sweat off his forehead with his extremely hot armor. Only causing more sweat. Putting his helmet back on. Sane started to complain of a itching pain on his foot. Linnea looked as a severely small infection form was breaking into his boot. This proving that the team had no shields to save them. Adam walked over and scrapped it off Sane's boot and picked it up. The thing squirming and gurgling as it popped by itself in fear. The road upwards was perilous and for the team to survive they'll need everyone to be aware so they don't get ambushed by the parasite. SPARTAN-089 231[]"You fools, you could have never survived without us!" yelled Jarok as several Nakai Soldiers surronded him and his personal bodygaurd. The Nakai Supreme Commander began to appoarch Jarok and he drew his own laser coated sword. Jarok swung the blade over his head using the skills that he had learned oh so many years ago to stay level with his much stronger opponent. Jarok swivled his gaze so that his lazy eye pointed at the Nakai. The two swords clashed and they slide away from each other. Then out of holes in the floor several Lupins jumped out, Their swords clashed with the Nakai soldiers swords and a fierce sword battle started. Some Lupin and Nakai traded partners in this dance of death. "You are the fools, the wild beasts of this planet would have eatan you alive!" yelled the Nakai Commander as he slashed down and caught the edge of Jaroks sword. He caught the sword and fliped it up stabing down on the Commander, he did a side step and lashed back out with his own catching Jarok on his arm. Jarok backed off and dropped his arm as some blood seeped out of the burning wound. Jarok swung his sword in a wide arc and with his free hand pulled out a small laser coated dagger and stabbed out at the commander. He dogded it and threw a grenade at the little lizard. He quicly dodged it and it landed infront of two sparred soldiers. They didn't notice it and the explosive detonated killing both. Jarok lashed out with a stab and the Commander parried and brought his sword down, cutting off Jaroks left arm. The lizard let out a cry and five Lupins came to his aid, the Five Kommandant. "Schwarz-Rückseite Nehmen Jarok zur Sicherheit," yelled the Alpha-Mann as the other four Kommandant began to cross swords with the Supreme Commander. Schwarz-Rückseite lead Jarok into the small escape panel behind his chair. The Ark'her Nest Queen followed suit and they were presude by several Nakai soldiers. Schwarz-Rückseite fired back with his assualt rifle, hitting one and killing it. They fired their rifles killing to of the honour gaurd following the Queen. The Honour gaurd killed turned and killed the Nakai soldiers by planting eplosives on themselves and running straight at them. Schwarz-Rückseite lead the two leaders to the elevator, which took them down to Frozen Sea Labs. When they got down there they found something surprising.The entire lobby was covered in Nakai and Jumenga blood splattered on the walls and floors. "Something bad happened here," said Jarok looking at the dead body of a Jumenga pilot. "Lets go look for survivors," said Jarok as several Juggernaut Ark'her lead the Nest Queen to another elevator to take her out of the massacre and back to the nest. -- 232[]Edwin's half of Team Alpha, Maverick, and Arnold all followed the group of Elites, hoping to get out soon. As they rounded a corner, they saw light shining from an opening at the end of the tunnel. They quickened their pace, but as they neared the opening, they began to hear strange noises. When they drew even nearer, they recognized them as the sounds of battle. Finally, they passed through the opening and saw it. Meanwhile, Roy's half of Team Alpha finally managed to find their shield generator. It was in a large room, nearly identical to the one where they had found the being, with the shield generator in place of the creature's cage. Master Chief Petty Officer James Davis "Ready for orders, sir" "Sure shooting out there!" "That one was my kill"
233[]The line of Human and Covenant readied their guns, waiting for the Nakai to come into firing range. When the Nakai did come into firing range, they themselves didn't fire, they gathered in front of the Human-Covenant force and kept their guns down. A Nakai wearing different colored armor stepped forward, a rifle was slung over his back and a pistol was in a holster at his side. The Ultra at Kain's side stepped forward, lowering his Plasma weapon. "Why do you not do battle with us?" The Elite asked in a gruff tone. "The Nakai are not on battling terms with your race any longer, we wish to combine and fend off the greater threat?" "Who? There are many at the moment." "Most notably the Flood and the Covenant Loyalists, I believe both are your enemies also?" The Elite slowly nodded, then waved to his forces, who lowered their weapons. Kain nodded to Zeta Squad, who also lowered their rifles. And then Riza awoke. She was lying in the snow beside an enourmous lump of metal, who she suddenly realized was Edward. She had remembered him falling, then her unconsciousness, then waking up. "Ugghh," She said, then got up, then looked around, a couple dozen meters away, it seemed the Humans and Covenant were conversing with Nakai...wait a minute...talking with the Nakai!!!?? What had happened while she's been out? One of the Nakai seemed to notice her and the suit of armor, who then whispered to the Nakai who was talking with the Humans and Covenant, who then sent a squad of soldiers over. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 234[]So far, all had been in their favor. The Flood-controlled areas were being retaken, and, so far, 2 Sentinel Factories had managed to be repaired. Swarms of Sentinels were retaking the planet, and if calculations were correct, it would take god himself to turn the tables. "This is... not possible" one head growled, "Indeed. How is it that we, the very pride of creation, are being defeated?" the other asked. "These... machines. They are no more than creations of true life, true sentience! How dare they destroy that which has proven itself superior to their makers!?" both heads said this in unison. For now, both minds were joined. Intent on the single, most important instinct programmed into all living creatures: Survival The Chieftain awoke at last, his wounds all but gone. "How long has it been?" he growled, and the same Brute as before answered him. "I cannot say, Chieftain. The planet is in a state of darkness. It has been for the past few days as well" the Brute breathed out, the vapors of its breath showing in the cold air. "Get me my armor and weapons" Destromath muttered, filled with hatred and vengeance, "Retribution is at hand" --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 21:19, 23 November 2007 (UTC) 235[]Jace tucked into the atmosphere and relished at once again being in the air as him and the others of the 112th hurtled towards the surface. The Gladius fighter he was flying was not his usual Broadsword, and it made him a tad bit uneasy; nevertheless, he was glad to be flying again. Jace peered down at his comm board and saw a message written in green flash across it, detailing his orders. //Move to coordinates S22 by E75, elevation six thousands// //Initiate Immediate bombing runs, D01// //Confirm orders?// Jace punched in the confirm button, and turned his attention once again to his display. Visibility was incredibly poor, with the dark and the snow and such, and Jace could hardly believe his eyes; last time he had been flying, it had been light out, if still snowing. Jace mentally reviewed the coordinates given to him, and initiated a Bio-Scan of the area. The results came back, and he realized that it was the location of a flood hive. A dozen large Bio-Signs pulsed beneath the surface, writhing around; several more squirmed above ground, in what could be interpreted as a patrol pattern. Jace knew quickly that these must be more worms, and began issuing orders; this felt strange, not to be receiving them, but it also gave him a slight thrill. "Alright people, arm ASGM-11s or anything else in your bellies, and get your cannons rotating. Scans show more F-Ws, so expect possible anti-aircraft fire from them. Keep yourself steady and don't get too close; we don't want a repeat of earlier." He paused for a moment, took a breath, and then yelled: "Break!" Eleven fighter craft rolled away from each other in the darkness, engines glowing a deep gold. Jace let loose a stream of energy pulse beams, which looked similar he had heard to the weapons fired by the Sentinel Enforcers on Delta Halo. Regardless, they cut through the giant infested worm like a knife through hot butter, sending meaty chunks of rotted flesh raining down. Below, hundreds of infected combat forms opened fired with captured small arms fire, and the Separatist spirited shields of the Gladius flashed blue-white in the night. Jace banked upwards and rolled away from a stream of carrier forms a worm unleashed, and then rolled back towards the base in a maximum-g turn and let loose a single Plasma Incinerator missile. The burning plasma enveloped another worm, leaving only charred pieces behind. Jace cut and rolled, as a volley of captured M19 rockets streaked upwards past him. Jace cursed and slammed his thrusters, sending the Gladius boosting forward. He banked and ascended, gaining 7,000 meters of elevation, then dropped towards the flood, firing all the way with missiles, bombs, and crystalline beams of pink. Detonations enveloped the snowy landscape, casting bright shadows over the icy surface. Spartan 501 06:11, 24 November 2007 (UTC) 236[]The Elites, Team Alpha, Maverick and Lewis snuck through the outpost, trying to stay on the Nakai's side as much as possible. While they could have easily attacked, they were trying to get out, not fight. Also, the enemies were much more powerful than they, so even with the Nakai's help, it would be difficult. --Master Chief Petty Officer James Davis "Ready for orders, sir" "Sure shooting out there!" "That one was my kill"
237[]The ground was covered in the blood of both Covenant and Human blood as the marines, ODST, Iota Seven and the four SPARTANs fought desperately to stop the flow of Covenant troops. The Brutes must have gotten word that four injured SPARTANs lay in the medical ward because no grunts or jackal ran through the door, just a endless stream of Brutes. Everytime a new pack of brutes would enter the humans would would lose several members of their small force and several would be wounded. One pack that came was bigger then the rest, having twenty brutes in it the 40 humans looked out matched. Iota Seven picked her gun up doing a sideways slice at the nearest minor with the combat knife bayonet on the end of the Assault Rifle. He hit the brute in the side of the head and unloaded the rest of her clip into the head of the brute. Quickly doing a roll to the side as another lunged swiping with it's spiker's bayonet. It pointed the fierce weapon at Iota Seven and about twenty small spikes lodged into her abdomen and legs. 064 then jumped behind and hit the back of the brutes head with his own assault rifle. after doing this he landed only to feel some of the stitches in his chest rip. He landed beside where the injured Iota Seven sat and the sat back to back firing and reloading until the pack finally was beaten. "This is the captain, the ship has been throughly boarded make your way to the escape pods," the voice on the intercom boomed. Iota Seven knew this to be a trap and lead the Covenant to the escape pods only to die of explosives. She heard them go off as the unfortunate Covenant yelled in surprise as massive amounts of explosives went off. "Thank you for complying you alien bastards," said the voice on the intercom as a cheer went up in the ship. Jarok closed the eyes of yet another dead Jumenga, so much death. The Lupin picked his laser chainsaw up off the floor and swung it over his shoulder. It had been ten minutes and they had found, 5 lightly wounded Lupin, 2 badly wounded Nakai and 2 badly wounded Lupin, of course they killed the Nakai on site. Nakai were getting less and less in ranks, but so did Lupin and Jumenga. Eventually they found something terrible, the grand dining hall. The floor was covered in bodies of every race of the Arctic IV Alliance. Even a Gelgorg suit lay in the middle of the room, holes burned straight through the metal suit. "So much death, this is a cursed place now, WE MUST LEAVE!" yelled Jarok as the ominous thuds could be heard. As they left the saw the first signs of the worms eating through the floor, trying to get to the thousands of bodies in the lab. They ran to one of the hangers and one of the Lupin volunteered to stay behind to open the hanger doors. Jarok and the other Lupin jumped into several Gelgorg suits with jetpaks and took off. The worms came through the walls and devoured the bodies in the hanger. Jarok looked back once, then turned on the radio. "Captain Gerto, what is your position?" asked Jarok into the radio, he waited a second then a response came through. "I'm near Union city, Nakai coming in great numbers need help," the reply came back as. "Don't worry were coming," said Jarok turning the suit to the direction of Union City. -- 238[]The legions of Flood and Sentinels waged an endless war, losses equal on both sides. For now, it was not only a battle for their survival; it was a battle for the survival of all on the world. The Flood, malevolent and terrible, and the Forerunners' own creations, loyal and vigilent... two opposing forces, overseen by the Forerunner, divided by purpose. Destromath gripped the handle of his gravity hammer, the grip feeling good on his hands. Dried blood still covered his blood red fur, dulling sections, and his acid green armor glinted in the light that illuminated the phantom. "Drop us off here..." the Chieftain growled, and the pilot obliged, the floor of the dropship opening to the dark, icy land below. Destromath jumped down... the cold air rushing through his fur... the snow growing closer and closer... and eventually, all sounds were replaced by those of war. --"Seek the truth and, perhaps, you will find it" Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 239[]B-001 unloaded the rest of his K22 Carbine into the Jumenga foot soldier. "Captain, you and your squad are going to assault the following house in order to make a clear path for the 21st Imperial Swarm. Failure is not an option." Came the voice over the comm. The SpecOps Nakai nodded to his squad as they moved up towards the house. They opened fire and the walls were riddled with rounds as the Jumenga and Ark'her troops hiding behind them were killed. The squad reloaded as they pushed through and began to shoot everyone inside he building. A MG of Nakai design came to life as a swarm pushed through the city. "Shit, thats the swarm. Move forward and silence that gun!" barked the captain. The squad rushed up to the second floor and killed the two Jumenga soldiers there. A cough was heard as one remaining Jumenga soldier held a detonator. "Bye, bye assholes." He laughed as he pushed it and the entire block went up in flames, with several tonnes of explosives hidden beneath it all along. Although a path was cleared, all of the commisioned officers, save one captain, and half of the 21st Imperial Swarm were killed, with the only thing of value the Jumenga lost was a single MG that would be hard to replace. The swarm, without proper leadership, was annihilated immediately afterwards by a Jumenga counter-attack to regain the area. "What the fuck just happened!?" Yelled the Nakai High Commander. The 3rd Nakai Legion had arrived in the city to act as reinforcements, and already the one swarm they sent as an advance unit was destroyed. "Commander! Send one swarm to advance on the enemy, while the rest of your unit flanks the Jumenga in that block. I want minimum casulties. Do you understand?" Barked the High Commander. "Yes sir." Replied the inferior as he rallied up his men. He turned to the remaining four commanders. "Three of you go and deal with the enemy in other parts of the city. I will take command of the final commander's unit and lead an assault to secure the central building." The message disappeared from the High Commander's screen. They were to secure Echo Base as a means of crippling the Jumenga War machine. Most of the equipment and weapons used by the Alliance was made at this facility, and if it was to no longer be in the hands of the Jumenga, they would see a severe lack of battle suits. "Commander, rally all the commissioned officers and give them the orders." The commander nodded and the Nakai moved through the base. Only a small garrison pf two hundred fifty Jumenga pilots were here, the rest were nakai. Without any warning, they were all killed without loosing a single man. Now it was time to prepare for the inevitable counter-attack. The base would not fall. The Nakai Captain looked out from the trench. He saw something large move. He looked through his binoculars and saw Jumengas piloting something new. "Fuck! All guns open fire!" The High Commander knew what they were. A recent addition to the Jumenga arsenal that he had created. It was a cheaper, equally mobile, and slightly less powerful alternative to the Jumega battle suits. He was planning on making it for use by the Nakai, but his superior insisted on giving it to the Jumenga. It was a tank. it had three parts, a rotating 102mm energy cannon, a rotating cockpit, and the treads. While a gunner controlled the cannon, a co-pilot controlled a hidden MG underneath the cockpit, and the pilot had two flamethrowers for point defense. A gape shot from the energy cannons near the trenches revealed something else. In the Jumenga column, they had two lines of tanks, then two lines of infantry. This formation was repeated. Whoever was leading the attack was pretty damm smart by his standards, he would have the tanks take all of the punishment and blast the trenches making little resistance for the infantry. The barrage of blasts destroyed some of the tanks. Others went not far enough and hit the ground in front of the tanks. Others went too far and sent squads of Jumenga infantry flying. The tanks opened fire and several guns were destroyed. Trenches were blown to bits as troops were killed. It was too be a bloody battle, in which no side would have an easy victory, and both would loose many. --Petty Officer First Class 240[]"So, you accept our cease fire?" The Nakai officer inquired of the Elite Ultra. The Elite thought for a moment, "we shall...accept." "A wise move," the Nakai officer said. A group of Nakai walked up, carrying an armored soldier between them. Kain gasped, it was a Spartan, a Spartan! Behind it lagged a Marine, female, uniform spattered with blood of several colors. Kain's FOF system tagged her as a 'Friend'. His helmet also worked to identify her, a small box popped up next to her, it read: Master Sergeant Riza Holden. Hadn't Kain heard something about her when he came down? He was interrupted as the snow around them exploded. The Nakai officer swore and shouted "Jumenga!" Kain turned and saw large humanoid robot-like machines run towards them. "Heavy weapons, to the sides, provide support, infantry, charge, cut them down!" The Elite Ultra shouted. Kain was of course, the "infantry", so he ran forward, Covenant with turrets held back and, as instructed, gave support. It looked foolish, infantry engaging robot-like machines many feet taller, but the machines had soft spots that could be exploited. "What are these called!?" A Marine shouted, "Jumenga battle suits!" A Nakai shouted back, "destroy the legs, then the whole body is down!" Kain fired a burst of Battle Rifle round at a battle suit, they pinged off. "Zeta 7, call command, get reinforcements out here!" "Haha! Fall to the Nakai, Jumenga!" The Nakai officer shouted, firing his gun. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 241[]Shian Quak looked at the command post that was their main post, but had been attacked by legions of flood and know it was crawling with the horrible little beasts. He fingered the trigger and pressed the button on the detonator. It was something they had add to every UNSC base on the planet since the first had been overrun. Two hundred pounds of C4 exploded incinerating the massive amount of infection forms and combat forms which where inside the base and a hundred foot radius around the base. "Woaaho" yelled a marine. "What are you doing, we just lost three hundred troops and the colonel," Quak yelled at him as he turned to take a seat on one of the mongooses that sat there. "I'm just happy that we killed the sonovabitch flood ducky," said the marine using Quak's nickname. "Just shut up and drive soldier," he said pointing at a warthog. The marine got in and looked ahead as about thirty spikes plunged through the windshield and pinned the marine to the seat. The entire force of mairnes and ODST reacted grabbing the weapons and taking aim. Rockets and bullets even two laser soared out against the thousand or so brutes charging at the forces. This was the last stand for Quak and his troops.The only higher ranking officer then Quak, Captain Federick quickly turned on his comm and yelled a message through "Sergeant Riza Holden you are in-charge now congratulation on your new rank Captain!" Jones Kodwell looked at the Generator as another side of the lights flickered away. The squad of ODST he had sent to take out the North generator now all that remained was the South and West generators. Corporal Hyubus scored another three hits with his battle rifle taking down the final Sentinel and he moved in to the generator. As he neared he felt a severe in the back of his legs as a laser pierced his armor and burned a hole big enough that his leg fell off. He screamed in pain and put the C4 on the machine pressing the trigger he detonated the payload destroying the machine and killing himself. Kodwell looked up again as the third generator shut down and the thing inside let out an enormous buzz and the field exploded giving Kodwell his first glimpse of the thing inside. It looked like a different version of the sentinels they had been fighting for the past week, bigger more deadly. "Thankful Statement and Query: You have freed me now is there a Flood Mind that needs eliminating" asked the thing floating closer to Kodwell. "Uh ya," replied Kodwell picking up his MA5C. "Query: Where is this Flood Mind?" "I don't know" "Explanation: I was put here incase of a major flood outbreak, which direction is the largest flood outbreak?" "Somewhere," "Aggravated Response: This is going nowhere, I will scan for it myself," SPARTAN-064 coughed up more blood as a spiker round shot straight through him and into the floor under him. Iota Seven grabbed a spike grenade and tossed it at the brutes forcing their way into the med bay. It exploded killing the brutes, Iota Seven looked at all the dead staff and marines whose bodies littered the floor. She was going the need help and soon. Blukuto looked and the hundreds of dead and soon to be dead humans sprawled on the ground like fish out of water. He came to one injured human who had a high rank in the human force. It was one sliver bar against his black uniform, Blukuto picked up his hammer and slammed the butt into the ODSTs face killing him. Quak was dead, Riza was the marines last hope now. Blukuto fleet had dropped down and begun glassing the flood hole to make sure that none of the parasite would emerge from that hole again, it was final. Arctic IV's days were numbered it was either, death by flood or death by the Covenant. The UNSC could never save this planet. --SPARTAN-064,Demakhis 18:35, 31 December 2007 (UTC) 242[]What arrogant fools... to think that they could destroy them? They, who were the children of evolution itself... impossible. "So now, they come together...," "... only to die, by no short measure...," "... and the Flood will be never...," both of their heads coiled around to recite the last words. "Sent to nether" "Hmph... those meddlers again... shall I alert the Sentinels?" The two Forerunner AIs remained silent afterward as the commands were relayed to the robotic Sentinels, who floated gently away from the great beams of energy that erupted from the Loyalist fleet. Destromath saw as the great beam descended upon the Flood from the skies, burning all those on the battlefield near... "Who ordered this!?" he roared, and the answer came from the same Captain that was aboard the ship.
"Blukuto, Chieftain" The Chieftain was so greatly angered... the moment he was allowed to fight again, he had to be recalled... all because of one lesser than him. "Call the ship..." he growled, and a large crack was heard overhead as a Destroyer silently brought him up in its grav-lift. --"Enlighten the path of others-darkness lights its own way" Monitor of Installation-07CommunicationsContributions 243[]Gunnery Captain Achilles Thompson stepped out of the mythos artilley unit as acceleration tugged at his body. The 359th had done their part, but eventually their main gun's power cores had been depleted and drained, and they were forced to withdraw to waiting transports. The 359th was being brought up to space, where they would be loaded on the UNSC Hammerfist, and prepared to be deployed to somewhere else. Upper command figured the battle would be drawing to a close soon, and the 359th firepower was needed elsewhere. So, as always, the Mythos were being pulled back first, and Achilles was going to watch another battle end without his involvement. The Peregrine dropship eased silently into one of the many bays of the UNSC Hammerfist, switching to VTOL flight once inside as to not harm the support personell clustered around. The craft settled with a whisper onto the flight deck, VTOL jets keeping them safely off the ground until it was time to land. The back bay door hissed open, and Jackson walked slowly onto the deck. It was no use to look out the main launch door, it was just a slab of titanium A, but several vid sets had been set up around the deck, all being fed with live footage of the battle. Cameras on ships of the fleet, fighters, and even the Hammerfist itself potrayed the battle in all of its glory. Longsword and Tarzan fighters swooped imbetween burnt and charred hulks of destroyed ships, weapons flashing, and titanic cruisers and carriers manuvered throughout the heavily trash polluted space. Missiles and pulse lasers lit the deep night, punctuated occasionally by MAC rounds and plasma torpedoes. A UNSC destroyer was caught amidships by a boiling red blast, and its armor and decks peeled away like a used band-aid. The carcasses of dozens of ships now littered the combat area, evidence of much hard fighting. Both sides had taken heavy losses, and both sides had much fewer ships than they'd had. It was an ugly war, and every battle was ugly. However, some deep feeling made Jackson think the war would not last much longer. It was almost to much to hope for. Jace rolled upwards as a blue flash sliced past him. The Tarzans weren't the only Covenant fighter fighting anymore, they had been joined by quite a few Seraphs, which were a great deal more plentiful. However, it didn't hinder Jace or the others at all, they knew how to battle Seraphs. And more importantly, they knew how to win. The snow flakes flashed past Jaces canopy, and the darkness was nearly complete. He was however, now a veteran to the conditions, and an expert at taking advantage of the environment. Though it was impossible to tell, a mountain stood only 1000 meters from his position, one which a field of high explosives had been attatched to. After the flood in the hole had been decimated by the squadron, and more Covenant had appeared on the scene, the 112th had been flying non stop to keep the enemy on their toes. So far, they had dealt the death to around fifty enemy pilots, and had set up several traps. Much like the one about to be implemented now. Jace slammed his stick forward and the Gladius jumped ahead. The cloud of twenty two Seraphs behind him open fired once again, but only a small fraction of the shots hit his shields. The Seraphs accelerated blindly, towards the mountain, and didn't notice until to late that Jace had turned and was charging them. Red pulse beams cut into two fighters, and gutted them. Flaming remnant tumbled to the ground below, sending up plumes of snow and ice as they slammed into the frozen wasteland. Jace flashed past the Covenant fighters, who were moving to fast to decelerate. They slowed down moments before crashing into the rock wall, thought themselves safe for a moment...then promptly exploded as the explosives detonated. Jace climbed slowly and after twenty minutes met back up with the others. Together, they climbed to a higher altitude, then finally to space. Spartan 501 00:24, 4 January 2008 (UTC) 244[]The High Commander cursed. The Assaulting Jumenga forces had used Lupin as shock troopers and breached the main defenses. Although the tanks were destroyed along with most of the Jumenga infantry, they were being pushed back with only hastily mounted MGs for defenses. "Sir! Forces have breached the perimeter! They will overrun us soon!" Yelled his assistant. "No they will not." He said. He opened up the factory mechanics and typed in a code. Once it was done, a flash strung up and the plasma reactors ignited. Echo base was no more. "Sir! Incoming transmission! It.... its from Sector 3!" Said an officer on the deck. "Patch it through." Said Vice Admiral Falconi. He read what typed up onto the screen. "Lieutenant! Send an order to the other commanders! We are launching a Blitzkrieg." Major General Nelson charged forward through the masses. The armoured brigade only needed to hold off the Jumenga a little longer so that the other ships can evacuate. "Why the fuck does he give a new battle order at these times!" He yelled to himself as he threw a frag grenade forward. "Oh fuck this! All units! Fall back! Retreat to Rally Point Zulu!" He ordered. Little did he no, was that he would not make it to the rally point. As he stepped forward, a Jumenga tank fired its 102mm and the explosion ended his life. "Sir, new message from command. We need to make a massive orbital drop from behind. The three hundred left in the Battalion are to be shock troopers in an assault. A transmission from a Brigadier General says that we are to make an assault. The remaining ODSTs in the 501st are to assault from behind, he hopes that this will draw the troops away from the front and worry about an assault from behind, which will be immediately followed by an air-strike and a frontal assault made by infantry, and later on armour." said the messenger. Major Peterson nodded as he put his helmet on and grabbed a new gun from the wall, a XM32 Rifle. They were being spread throughout his battalion as a new weapon. He hoped they would work and this battle would end in the final assault. --SPARTAN-G023 Comm Channel Mission History 245[]A shotgun appeared in front of Jarok as the combat form breached his suit. A beam shot straight through the thin layer of rotten flesh that surrounded the combat form. The form fell and Jarok moved his suit to crush the writhing abomination, lifting the foot up again he fired his laser burning a carrier form and killing the infection forms inside. Taking one of the monstrous grenades of the suit's hip he threw it and it landed in the middle of several pure and combat forms. It exploded and killed the combat forms and killed two of the pure forms leaving the others injured. He grabbed a combat form and tossed it into the crack that lead down to Union city. They had tried to keep the flood away from Union City, but they had broken through their defenses and had infected several neighborhoods. He turned the suit around and dove into the crack itself and used the jets to slow the fall. Landing heavily several others followed as a tide of green surged over the side of the cliff. It started raining infection forms as the suits turned and fired on the incoming flood. Jumenga tanks joined them as they fired upwards, Several of the tanks were coated in green and then the drivers taken over. Jarok reached for his side arm and sword and jumped out of the suit as it exploded killing several hundred infection forms. Firing his pistol and slashing with the ceremonial sword he struck around him taking any infection form of himself before they could get into his suit. He was soon surrounded by Jumenga pilots who had done the same as him and then they were in the middle of a crossfire as Nakai troops fired across the square trying to kill Flood, but instead just attracting attention to themselves. The Flood stormed the ranks of Nakai and infected several of them. Jarok his attention momentarily shifted didn't see the infection form leap onto his back and bury itself into his chest. It hurt like a sword stabbing through his heart and then the mind started talking. "A Leader in desperate times does not abandon his people," it said. "But they can die with honor!" Jarok yelled stabbing his sword threw his own heart and taking his and the infection forms life. --SPARTAN-064,Demakhis 03:56, 11 January 2008 (UTC) 246[]Lewis ducked as all of these strange creatures jumped over him, he blasted them with a shotgun. He turned to one of the S-IIs and said: "AS IF THE COVENANT WEREN'T ENOUGH!!!" Lewis then took out his BR-55HB SR and shredded the aliens. One got in close, and he took out his 500 year old Ka-Bar knife. He slit the things throat and returned to fighting. After all of this, he'd be happy to retire from the UNSC. He considered using his high influence in the ONI to call a code BLOODY ARROW, but that would mean that they'd have 5 minutes to get off of the planet. The local ONI base had a NOVA in its' armory, and it was only to be used if BLOODY ARROW was called. -- Your Worst Nightmare 16:09, 12 January 2008 (UTC) 247[]"...Congratulations on your new rank of Captain!" Riza stopped momentarily, giving a Jumenga battle suit time to target her. Shaking off the promotion, she rolled as a shot threw up a cloud of snow and ice. "Th-thank you sir!" She shouted into her COM to Lt. Quak. "Support units, open fire!" The Elite Ultra shouted, the stationary turrets let loose flurries of plasma that showered the Jumenga. One battle suit exploded and it came crashing down, a Jumenga crawled out of the cockpit, holding a pistol, a nearby Nakai fired, a lance of energy speared the Jumenga. "Look!" A Marine shouted, pointing at the sky, Pelicans and Phantoms were there, descending to the ground. Marines disembarked and fired a Spnkr's at the Jumenga's legs, weakening them. "Everyone on, while there distracted!" A Marine Sergeant shouted, everyone hurried on, Riza looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw two Elite's carry Edward's body over to a Pelican, then lay him before a medic. She hurried over, "Will he live?" She asked, nothing else was on her mind. The medic knelt beside him and checked his bio-signs. "He's got a pulse, but he's taken alot of damage in the last few hours. There's a good chance he'll live, but I can't be sure." Riza sighed again, then helped the medic lift Ed into the Pelican. Across the snow and ice, the Jumenga were recovering, they were running towards the Pelicans, but the Phantoms had them covered, using their plasma turrets, the Phantoms were harassing the Jumenga and diverting their attention. The Pelicans lifted off and sped off through the dark Arctic IV sky. Shutting off their external lights, the craft were hidden in the darkness. -- The State(Our Decrees and Law)(The State Alchemists we've enlisted) 248[]Destromath entered the command room of Blukutus’s base. He walked over to Blukutus and he thrust the butt of his hammer into the young brutes stomach. Blukutus doubled over and looked at the old brute. “I guess I might have deserved that,” said the brute as he regained his posture. “You should think before you act,” said the old brute looking at the tac map. “Why should I, I know if I’m doing the right thing or not,” "Blukutus don't let that rank blow your head up to much, i still am higher then you in rank... and strength," Destromath said with a shrugged of his shoulder and a flexing of his arm. "You should watch yourself old one things have changed since then and now one must consider the things you want, and the things you can get, the glassing was necessary the flood would have taken everything," Blukutus replied leaning on the wall in a casual position showing Destromath that did not have any respect for him. "Has the snow clogged your ears, my brutes could have still been down there and you could have-" "But they weren't were they," After a second of silence Destromath answered “no,” “Then was the right move, the flood could have taken everything, I am trying to stop them,” “But the manner of how you orchestrated the destruction, they could have boarded one of your ships you could have giving the flood-“ “But they didn’t” Blukutus said again putting emphasis on the fact that they didn’t. “This is not the point of the matter, the point is that you did something without thinking,” yelled Destromath pushing Blukutus against a wall. “Then leave, leave this battle and let me take it from here, you are not needed,” “I was here first!” Destromath yelled pit flying from his mouth onto Blukutus’s face. “What was accomplished when you were only here, I have done everything that is worth anything on this planet!” Blukutus yelled back pushing away Destromath and hitting him in the stomach. Destromath shrugged of the punch and grabbed Blukutus flinging him across the room and yelling as he landed “You are wrong leave now and go fight your devilish flood and Humans!” Blukutus got up and grabbed a club like object off the floor running at Destromath. Swinging at him, Destromath ducked and the club swung over him. Destromath grabbed Blukutus’s arm and threw him against the far wall. Destromath walked over and stepped on the young brutes chest. “You are weak, grow some muscles and come back,” Destromath said walking out of the room. "This is Captain Ferris the Battlegroup Kings Hearts will be charging the Covenant forces if any wish to help we will take the help," announced Captain Ferris." "Captain this is Captain Hatta the UNSC Hatter is not fit to do a charge we have one damaged engine our MAC gun is offline and we have the injured SPARTANs onboard," "Very well," the captain said as his ships sped forward to might the Covenants on a full on charge. --SPARTAN-064,Demakhis 04:53, 2 February 2008 (UTC) 249[]After going through hell, Gamma 2 was nearly towards the top of the tunnel. Gary's mjlonir armor was tarnished to hell as the whole left side of his left arm was torn off only showing skin drenched in is blood. His mark 6 visor was broken out showing his eyes and nose. And the rest of his armor drenched in dry blood from giant tunnel worms from below. The rest of Gamma 2 had survived but barely as they too were fatigued towards collapsing. It had been days since they saw the snow, surface, breathed fresh air. They had seen flood forms un seen by covenant, alliance, UNSC any thing that had faced the flood. The team felt the cold air brush against the bare skin. They limped towards the dark sky in front of them as they spat, cried, and sweated blood to reach the surface. As they reached the snow SPARTAN-078G Linnea jumped in it trying to wash herself off from the blood and flood fluid. She tried to clean the sent of tainted flood flesh from her nose. The rest followed as the remaining battle waged on. "Ok we need to get to the nearest evacuation ship and pronto" Josh said as he flipped his MA5C over his shoulder. Gary looked right and left but the dark night and snow blinded his fog of war sight. He checked his battle rifle as it dripped the tan flood ooze. SPARTAN-034G dropped a grenade in the whole to collapse it. As they walked away the snow caved the entire tunnel down. Arculee finally began to feel his pain he endured through the horrible fights down there. "ARRGH!!" he roared as he held a bleed wound on his shoulder. They continued on as they reached a hill. They need to be exfiltrated then and now. The STARCOM flickered on in SPARTAN-067G's HUD. "I got STARCOM back it seems the UNSC Eagle left days ago." Luke said as he lifted his hand towards his helmet. "Well isn't that dandy" J said as he walked away frustrated. Arculee checked his com. "My ship's connection is online I can see if I can get my good ol' friend Lisudee to send a phantom to pick us all up." Arculee asked. "Thats a good idea see if they can ASAP" Gary said as he let the cold air filter his teeth. He pulled his useless helmet off. It crashed in the snow laying in its snow blanket grave as the team walked away. SPARTAN-089 04:11, 10 February 2008 (UTC) 250[]As of now, the 2nd Rapid Response Fleet is now under the command of Demakhis. The characters that were enlisted are KIA. The remaining ships will pull out, but those still engaged will remain in-system until either there is victory, or death. Good day. When We WereAlive, We ConqueredWe Fought, We Died 00:34, 6 February 2008 (UTC)
251[]Admiral Ferris looked out the window of his ship as the 2nd Rapid Response fleet left the battle, flaming wrecks of ships also following slowly battle still going. He looked down to his feet feeling the uneven left to right ratio of his toes. He had three toes on his left foot which he lost when his ship was hit by a plasma torpedo and one right toe, his big toe. He had lost the other four to a elite who had stepped on his foot. He touched the M6C on his hip and looked over at the BR55 that lay on his chair. These two weapons had brought him out of many a difficult situation with his life. "How long till we hit the Covenant Ships?" he asked as a tremor struck through the ships, the shields had just failed. "Not long, 3000 meters and closing," said one crew member. Ferris looked out the window as one more of the bumblebee escape pods left the ship. It was the last of them to leave holding the rest of the crew that he wouldn't let stay. The bridge was deserted holding only three members, one navigation crew member, one weapons crew member and Ferris. "Are we ready to fire the MACs and Archers on my command?" asked Ferris readying himself for the impact. "Yes, MAcs at one hundred percent and Archers fully loaded," The Covenant ships neared the Bizmark and Captain Ferris ordered the firing as a salvo of Plasma Torpedoes hit the Bizmark. Only one of the MACs fired and it hit one Covenant Frigate lowering its shields. The Archers streaked out half exploding as they left because of the heat the plasma gave off. The archers met their mark also the two nukes that were loaded hit a Covenant Frigate Destorying it completely. The Bizmark it self had armed a Firestrom right on the room at the tip of the ship, and as the Bizmark and Covenant Battlecruiser collided, the Bizmark being a fiery wreck by now, the nuke exploded. The Bizmark shattered on impact, but took out the front end of the Covenant ship. The bridge of the Bizmark shot out of the coupling it had with the rest of the ship and flew off several thousand meters away from the fiery wreck that was a Covenant Battlecruiser and a Cancer-class Battleship. Ferris was flung from left and right and a explosion tore through the bridge of the Bizmark and it started spinning. The gravity was lost and the crew inside were flung around like ragdolls. He grabbed the helmet that flew by him left by a ODST for the crew and put it on as the oxygen drained from the cabin. The weapons crew member had also grabbed his helmet, but the navigations officer had not and was now suffocating. The others couldn't help him though because the bridge was spinning too violently. Ferris closed his eyes as his head hit the wall. He floated there for a while before he fell into a deep sleep that he had needed for weeks. --SPARTAN-064,Demakhis 04:22, 22 February 2008 (UTC) 252[]Roy led on, down through the corridors, tunnels and halls of the Forerunner construct buried beneath the planet, Amy and Marshall following. It had been quite for a long time, as their COM didn't work and no Sentinels had appeared. Roy found this strange: when he had come down, the Sentinels had appeared to kill them left and right. But now.... nothing. They'd occasionally see a Constructor flying by in the distance, but no attacking Sentinels. It was strange to him. Edwin rolled to the side, dodging a shot from one of the aliens, which he couldn't see. Not knowing exactly who to fire at was confusing. Sure, he had been in the Second Battle of Earth, when the Covenant Civil War had gone on and he had been some confused, but this was different. At least he got an idea of who was on who's side in the Covie's Civil War, but there wasn't anybody to tell him so here. It was confusion at its' peak. Dragon Squadron swooped down in their fighters towards the entrance to the underground. They were to pick up the strange technology that had been marked by Edwin and his squad earlier, and bring it back to the Annihilator. After this battle, they would take it back to ONI on Earth for examination and reverse-engineering. --MCPO James DavisLOMI HQI here your criesMay your works be honorable 253[]By the time the Reclaimers had even begun to enter the caves, Valor had already known of their presence. And as they followed his response drone to his small chamber, he watched. "And why would you be here, Reclaimers?" The monotonous voice emanated from external speakers located on the large supercomputer that made up his form. "I would have thought you'd have fled the planet already... what with recent... happenings with the meddlers." The screen of the computer showed a view of one of the Covenant Assault Carriers, a large beam of plasma streaming down onto the surface of the arctic world. At that instant, Divergence floated downward from an opening in the cave wall above. His spherical form was lined with strings of golden light, and he lighted up brighter as he spoke. "Reclaimers? Here? But the meddlers..." "I know, Divergence. I can take care of them... your task is to deal with the Flood" The much more advanced Contender-class AI floated in place a moment, before floating back up to wherever he'd been before. "I suppose then, that you are the best chance I have, Reclaimers..." And with that, he activated the teleportation systems, and rings of golden light surrounded the group. Within seconds, they were gone. --117649AnnihilativeRepentance 18:51, 8 March 2008 (UTC) 254[]SPARTAN-064 wobbled and fell in the marine armor he had to quickly don as the medical unit which now had just above 3 people in it from the original twenty, had injected him with some more biofoam. "There's only so much biofoam a body can handle, try not to get hurt anymore," they had said before the brutes charged into the hallway they were in and they had to make the run for their lives. He had half walked half crawled over to one of the last escape pods left before Captain Hatta made a emergency landing on the desolate icy world. He toppled into the escape pods as in blasted out and crawled up to the front putting his back in between him and the marines and crew sitting in the back. He looked out the window and realised just how many UNSC ships had left the battle. In the beginning they had almost an armada to help the distress call now there was twenty ships at the most that remained who had not fled or were floating in small chunks around in vacuum. The twenty humans ships fought as hard as the could and 064 looked surprised and horrified when he saw that the UNSC Bizmark he been destroyed and that his long time friends, including one of his closest friends Captain Ferris were either floating around in one of the many escape pods that littered the emptiness that was space or dead their half exploded bodies floating in space somewhere. He turned his head away from the battle in space as a UNSC fighter plane shot in front of the escape pod, followed by three Seraphs. The pilot turned and yelled back at the group of men that he held in his hands," We are going to make a landing on the planet hold on!" The pod sped away going straight down into the atmosphere, 064 had done this before but felt a lot more sick doing it this time. A lovely aroma filled Iota Sevens nose, it was the smell of strawberries in the summer, something she remembered from when she was little. She groped in front of her, but instead of grabbing a fresh juicy strawberry she grabbed the butt of a shotgun. Her senses snapped back to her and she lifted the shotgun to her shoulder. A flood jumped at her, boom, and swarm of infection forms hit another marine 5 feet away, boom, a carrier form exploded, boom, a marine was in the process of being infected, boom, looking to the side her finger squeezed accidentally, boom, hit a combat form with the butt of the shotgun, boom, turning seeign antoher run at her, click, the things tentacle swung and hit her on the side, boooom. The thing exploded as a 14.5 x 114mm AP-FS-DS(Armor-Piercing, Fin-Stabilized, Discarding Sabot rounds pierced it's body. She looked over to where the round had come from and rub her eyes, because she never thought she would she him again. SPARTAN=064 stood there and picked off another with the large sniper rifle he carried. Remembering something she took the M6G off her hip and started to fire. She was happy he had come, she owed a lot to that SPARTAN --SPARTAN-064,Demakhis 03:22, 25 March 2008 (UTC) 255[]
It seemed like forever before they arrived. Two frigates and one super carrier. That's all Arctic IV got? Apparently, people back on the farm hadn't noticed how badly the situation worsened. FFG-03 Tomahawk, FFG-00 Chenega, and super carrier Catharsis II dropped out of slipspace on the dark side of the moon, completely shielded from any detecting gear used by other ships. After a few minutes of communications from each ship, slowly and stealthily, the two frigates accelerated around the moon accompanied by the carrier. Hell would be raised soon. When We WereAlive, We ConqueredWe Fought, We Died 10:55, 19 April 2008 (UTC)
256[]"Statement: your actions are no longer required human," said the strange thing form the center of the planet as it shot a semi-blue beam into the face of Jones Kodwell knocking him unconscious and then it floated over the the control panel. It started to twiddle with some things then turning activated a teleportation ring and it was gone, gone from the planet, gone from the solar system and all that was left was the timer counting down on the screen. 3 hours left. Iota Seven lifted her head from the shallow puddle and waved her arms around her head. She was swimming in the pool in her backyard before the covenant had invaded the beautiful planet of Aran, then she was back. Grabbing the rocket launcher at her feet she shot hitting a brute banshee with two rockets, destroying it on impact. Then she felt it, it was slow at first then it grew bigger and bigger, finally it happened enormous torrents of energy shot out of several holes in the planet giving of such a intense heat that it melted the face mask of Iota Sevens mask. Just as soon as it started it was done. The planet now resembling a functioning planet with water and land was free of the flood hives under ground. The battle on Arctic IV against the flood was over, finally. --SPARTAN-064,Demakhis, Be Glad I'm Talking to You 04:36, 8 June 2008 (UTC) Epilogue[]257 (Lordofmonsterisland)[]Edwin, Jerry, Lisa, Kymberli, Lewis and Maverick climbed aboard the ships of Dragon Squadron and took off into the air. Soon enough, another call for help was picked up, this time from Roy, Marshall and Amy, who had been teleported to the surface by Decrepit Valor. But as they flew skyward, the planet's surface seemed to erupt as beams of light shot from various places, thawing the planet and killing the Flood hives within. The battle was over. --MCPO James DavisLOMI HQI hear your criesMay your works be honorable
258[]Gamma 2 were exhausted as they limped towards their last known UNSC outpost, almost all the pelicans had lifted off but there was one left. As they entered it several grunts were eating the pilot. The grunts stunned that multiple demons were infront of them screamed and ran away. Gamma 2 allowed the grunts to run away as they entered the pelican, Sane went to the pilot seat as Linnea and Gary sat on the last 2 seats in front. The spartans sat down on their seats as well as Arcul did as well. The pelican lifted off and as it left the atmosphere the planet was beginning to light up. The flood entrance they finally escaped was entirely burnt out as the echo of the gravemind within screamed in agony as forerunner technology released its might. The pelican then soon found UNSC frigate to land in. The team was welcomed with several marines with flamethrowers just in case the flood had found an escape root. But all it was, was a spartan team and an elite who were exhausted from the most troubling challenge they had ever faced. Gary ripped what was left of his Mark 6 armor off and headed towards the beds. SPARTAN-089 23:04, 27 June 2008 (UTC) |
