RP:Operation BACKFIRE

Rules[]

Rule 1: What I say goes
Rule 2: Try not to make dozens of posts before everybody else can reply :]
Rule 3: The obvious of no godmodding
Rule 4: If you want somebody to die, ask the owner of the character.
Rule 5: The RP occurs in the Necros Era
Rule 6: Forces will be divided up across multiple battlefronts
Rule 7: There is a death cap of four SPARTANS. Remember this though. SPARTANS are faster and tougher than Brutes, smarter, better equipped and even have the necessary armour to survive a direct gravity hammer impact. Try to save all your spartans for the REAL challenge later on ;]
Rule 8: The RP will be fought in a 'unusual' method, that will be detailed later
Rule 9: You can add your units up
Rule 10: We change phases, when I say we change phases. Comprende?
Rule 11: ONLY I can add music. If you add some, I'm going to delete it.

Rules on adding new units[]

Order of Battle[]

The battle will be divided into 3 phases. When they change from one to the other is my order.

Phase 1: Training, preparation, introductions, transport
Phase 2: Infiltration
Phase 3: Fleet Action
Phase 4: End of the Operation

Introduction[]

"Never Again"

―Kaiser Aceon DeRagen

The Plainsfierian Tribes have long had an axe to grind with the Covenant, for as long as many of them can remember. The Covenant burnt their worlds and forced them into hiding, destroying their race and way of life. In time, they came to terms with the Sangheili's involvement in their downfall as mere foot soldiers and pawns, and recognise the Prophets, and the very religion of the Covenant itself as the true instrument of their downfall. Now, they can end it all.

Operation BACKFIRE was specifically designed to meet the very nature of the Plainsfierian armed forces, to allow them to fight as they were designed to. The Plainsfier Tribes are heading to the mining colony of Deep Bounty to sabotage their mines and berthed ships, forcing the Remnant to send ships to their aid, just to where the Tribal fleet will be waiting to ambush and destroy them. By forcing them to fight on they're own terms, the Tribes intend to devastate the Covenant and end avenge the uneasy spirits of their lost family.

Force Composition[]

11 Naval Battle Groups
- Naval Battle Group Radiance
- Naval Battle Group Thorn
- Naval Battle Group Eldritch
- Naval Battle Group Miracle
- Naval Battle Group Trance
12 War Hosts
- War Host Frost
- War Host Fire
- War Host Thunder
- War Host Defender
- War Host Force
4 Myrmidon Hosts
- Infinity Host
7 Sentinel Sects

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Units and Characters[]

LOMI[]

Combat Team Draekus

Faction: Plainsfier Tribes

Equipment:

Members:

Angel[]

Combat Team Ananta

Faction: Plainsfier Tribes

Equipment:

Members:

Roleplay[]

Phase 1[]

19th of November, 2157, Anis system, Sirocco, city-state of Har-karum, 1900 local time

The clutch of black figures tore over the wounded landscape, leaping and bounding over crates and bombed out vehicles with grace and fluidity, making their way to the towards the burning city in the distance. Thick black clouds of smoke filled the air, masking the crimson sky and the thousands of fighters that initiated violent duels between the pillars of the towering city. At the head of the figures, a frantic man continued his frantic pace towards a battle site outside the city.

“Another hundred units and we’re on Kaiser DeRagen’s position!” A radio reported in, speeding up the pace of the pack

As they sprinted across the scarred land, their armour moving fluidly around them, the air was split open like a wound by the bumpy groan of an assault carrier heading over them, parting the clouds as it did. Its bulbous purple hull reflected the burning landscape beneath it and silently hovered over the distant city. Soon, other ships followed, positioning themselves around the city with impunity. At their bows, there was an influx of particles, and their main weapons began to charge up, like a beacon for the coming death.

“A battle group just slipped the defensive net, their glassing the city!”

“How far is the evacuation?!”

“Barely twenty percent! The transports can’t get off the ground!”

“Get everyone out by foot if you have to, just get them away from the city!”

“We have two full Legions bearing down on us, we can’t break o-” with that, the radio went dead, full of interference, caused by the brief energy spike and radiation emissions of the excavation beams reaching their full charge. A moment later, six pillars of fire struck down the city, sending out waves of sun-hot fire at the contact points, melting everything in the blast radius. Skyscrapers collapsed, their bases melted beyond use and collapsed upon the burning ground, the molten streets flowing around the collapsed giants. The beams strafed across the city, cutting patterns into the ground, causing more structures to collapse down upon themselves.

The squad briefly stopped to look upon the city with despair.

“We’re too late to stop it...”

“But we can still rescue DeRagen’s Sect!” The leader shouted, breaking back into a run

They bounded over the burnt hillsides, feeling the temperature of the rapidly burning city hitting them, their armour struggling to keep them cool. They climbed over the last ridge, weapons drawn, to witness the last of the squad being executed by a Sangheili field master. He cleaved his head from his shoulders, his brilliant blue sword cutting through his neck with ease. As he saw this, the squad leader roared in defiance and rage, throwing down his rifle and charging into the pack. He drew his energy sword from his waist, the blade erupting into a long, curved arc of brilliant red fire. He immediately swung the blade across the waist, barking a battle cry as he did, cutting the Sangheili in half. He span counter clockwise from that into the second, cutting off both his legs at the knee then finishing him off by stabbing the blade into his neck. As a wave of fire erupted from the hillside, his comrades firing down upon his enemies, he wrenched his blade free and turned to the field master. He howled in despair and lunged at the beast, parrying his typical Sangheili lunge and then cutting across his chest. The Sangheili groaned in pain, collapsing to his knees then falling face first in the mud.

The young Plainsfierian threw down his blade then called DeRagen’s name, looking at the bodies. One coughed weakly and tried to sit up. He moved down, unhitching his helmet and pulling it free, revealing his youthful face, with wild, short crimson hair, and a pair of short horns at each of his temples. He propped the body up, cradling the head and immediately recognised the unique weapon grafted to his arm.

“Father, what have they done?” He asked, tears welling up in his eyes

“Son...” He murmured, touching his son’s face slightly “My time has passed... you are the next Kaiser of the unit

“No father, we can still get you off world, get you medical treatment.” He said, moving to pick him up

“Son, take the left hand of Odjn... avenge us.” He whispered, tapping his gauntlet “Make the Prophets pay for their murder.”

With that, he passed on, falling limp. The unit had formed and circle around him, bowing their heads in honour of their fallen leader. They parted, moving to secure what left over equipment they could, while Aceon cradled his father. He released him finally, parting him to the ground, only to witness the Field Master leap to his feet, bellowing in agony and shame and lunge straight towards the defenceless Aceon, blade in hand.

Aceon woke up screaming, his left fist raised to the air. Moments later, a bubble of warped space formed in the open palm of his hand and went loose, hitting the pressure plating in front of him, crumbling it like paper. Aceon panted heavily, his body slick with sweat. He took a few moments to realise he had left the dream and was now back in his quarters, then cradled his head in the familiar feeling of his gauntlet.

“Only the past...” He sighed “Nothing to fear there...”

As he muttered to himself, the intercom clicked, marking the channel open

“Sir, we just reported damage in your quarters, report?”

“Just an accidental weapon discharged.” He replied to the empty room “Only cosmetic damage.”

“Okay sir, we’ll send a repair crew down later.”

Aceon swung his legs out from the bed and stood up, stretching, his numerous horns and spines clicking as they shifted position with his muscle. He placed his palm to a panel of the wall beside his bed and pushed the large panel in slightly, with a click. He released it, allowing the panel to slide out of the wall and to the side, revealing a small refrigerator, filled with a number of decorative bottles with exotic looking fluids in them. His hand passed over the Sangheili Blood Vodka, the Kig-Yar jungle juice they produced in their asteroids and a bottle of Whisky produced on Reach prior to the fall. His hand settled on a bottle of Telal rum, produced for their warriors to toast after victory. He poured a small measure of the deep blue liquid into a small glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge, shutting it as he did. He took the glass and downed the liquid in one go, the cool fluid felt burning hot as it slid down his throat. He wiped his mouth and placed down the empty glass on the desk beside his bed and released a contented growl. He went to one of the larger wall panels and pulled it to the side, revealing a wardrobe. He retrieved his dress uniform and placed it on his bed then stood in front of it, monitoring, looking out of the window. They were above Plainsfier, staring down at the burnt planet. Aceon parted the blinds of the port window to observe his home world with some degree of misery. Much of the surface was still a dark brown-grey and was colloquially known as the Sundered Lands, but there were now patches of green, where the recolonisation had begun, with small cities erupting on the sights of old ones. The entire atmosphere was a brilliant blue, inflected by the blue sun of Plainsfier.

Aceon turned away from the window, going back to his uniform. His body tensed a moment and he stretched his neck. With a sickly noise, his horns and spines receded into his body, flattening against bones and muscles. He stretched his body, almost to test it, then loosened up, contented with the results. He looked to his left arm and looked upon the hereditary weapon of his family. The crimson plating fitted smoothly over each other, creating a fluid limb that barely felt weighted by the Forerunner plating that covered it. On his hand, there was a visage of the god, Odjn, the destroyer. An apt patron for a weapon designed to carve a bloody path through the enemy. He tore his eyes away from it to put on his black and red dress uniform and proceed out of the room, heading to the command deck.

12th of April, 2612, Savi system, above Plainsfier, Bellanius 0800 local time

Myrika sat in the briefing room, gently observing her pristine claws, flipping her hand from one side to the other. Happy with the state of her claws, she turned back to the table, just in time to see the smooth red plating of the bulkhead door slide open, and Aceon step through.

“Morning sleepy.” She laughed “You’re usually up earlier than this....”

“Bad night.” He frowned, sitting down at the table “Now what’s the need for a meeting this early?”

“New Intel, that’s what.” She frowned, leaning on the table “Arcos reported in with new intelligence and central command wired it directly to us, meaning they want us to do something with it.”

“What is it?” He frowned, resting his head on his hand

She tapped a few commands, displaying a holographic layout of a facility

“What is this? My patience is running out Myrie.” He said, calling her by her childhood name, making her frown

“A shipyard, for a Covenant Assault Carrier.” She said, tapping the console again, bringing up a number of holographic photos

“Command wants us to hit this then?” He said, tapping a number of images, bringing up larger versions

“Yes, sabotage that Carrier before it can launch. I’d suggest we sabotage the fuelling facility, so even if it does launch, it’ll be down on power and possibly damaged.

“Fine then Myrika, you draw up the battle plan.” He said, holding onto his head

Myrika looked at him for a moment, tilting her head, then sniffed the air

“Aceon, have you been drinking?!” She growled

“Probably...” He said

“Fuck Aceon, you need to see somebody about this crap, otherwise I’m reporting it straight to the Patriarch.” She said, trying to console him

“Myrie, I’m not going to see a psychiatrist about this nonsense. These are my own personal demons, I have to deal with them myself...” He frowned, facing down

“Drinking isn’t the best way to combat them you moron!” She shouted, standing up and leaving, enraged by his decisions. Aceon just batted his head against the console in anger, more at himself

“Sure you want to do this Kaiser?” Vark asked, looking at the box of alcoholic beverages.

“Yeah.” He said, placing the last two bottles from his personal cabinet in the box. “Share it amongst the War Host, they won’t be able to party this much for a while.” He said

“You’re choice sir.” The young Myrmidon said, carrying the box out of the room, followed by a collection of other Myrmidons, carrying the boxes of alcohol out. As the last one was about to leave, he looked back to the cabinet.

“What about that last bottle sir?” He asked, looking to a glass bottle shaped like a dragon’s head.

“Sorry, I’m keeping that myself.” He said holding the bottle up and looking at it. He heard the soldier leave, his boots echoing on the metal floor. He was about to put the bottle back when there was a knock on the hull plating beside his door. Myrika was leaning on the door frame, smiling.

“Saving one bottle for yourself?” She smiled

“It’s Blood Gorge Bourbon.” He said, looking at the bottle “My uncle owned the distillery there”

“Well, want to share?” She asked, smiling crookedly, her long, dark ears perked up

“Why not?” He smiled, retrieving two glasses

“Remember that Prophet at Euride?!” Myrika asked, taking another sip of the glass

“Oh yeah, when Ryukas shot him in the leg, he squealed like a stuck Vorek!” Aceon smiled

“Yeah! I still remember that sound!” He laughed

“But remember when... uh... what was her name.... Deis?”

“Yeah, Deis. The Naga SpecCom.”

“Yeah, when she drank his blood and changed into a copy right in front of his eyes?”

“Heresy! Heresy!” Myrika shouted in a feigned Prophet voice

“Yeah. He ended up going to the Night Keep, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, I heard when the Sangheili finally broke in, they found his head in a jar!”

They both broke out into hysterical laughing, giggling like children, both they both looked out the window and sighed.

“What do you miss most about the home world?” Myrika asked

“There's a lot of things to miss. The Arcanis Trees in Sarissa Park during the arch months, when they bloomed and their petals were released. Or the council building in Alundra, especially during sun down, when it would hit the light from the sun and reflect it across the entirety of the downtown area. Or the Sapphire mountains, and the waterfall at the southern peak. That was beautiful in the Twilight months.” He said, leaning back, waxing nostalgic about his home

“I miss Fort Victory.” Myrika said, a big lopsided smile forming across her face

Aceon looked at her, struggling to remember the location, before his eyes lit up.

“You mean that fort we built in that stinking, swampy forest out behind the DeRagen estate to hide from our older brothers?” Aceon asked

“Yeah, do you not remember the flag we made?” She smiled

“Yeah, with the skull, sticking its tongue out.” He smiled, leaning back

“I guess one day, everything is going to be back to the way it was...”

“Heck, they might even reseed that stinking swamp.” Aceon laughed

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad!” Myrika smiled, leaning forward

Aceon just laughed and leaned forward, rocking his head down.

“In the end, it comes down to vengeance. We kill those responsible for the war, the Prophets.” He smiled

“You have such a simplistic view on life, but I like it.” Myrika smiled, her fangs showing

They toasted their glasses and both took a swig

“To vengeance!”

(Okay, feel free to post up intros, forces are gathering in orbit above Plainsfier.)

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1[]

DATE: 12th April 2612; LOCATION: New Gandrayda, Plainsfier; TIME: 1600

Stepping out into the crisp morning air and breathing in the smells of construction and newly-planted vegetation, Draekus Damon ooked out upon New Gandrayda, the Plainsfierian's most recent addition to the recolonization effort on Plainsfier, with a small amount of awe at how quickly they were rebuilding. Leaning against the railing of his sixth-story room's balcony, Draekus fiddled absentmindedly with one of his elbow spines as he watched the construction crews working on building the massive skyscrapers all about him.

A member of the Draco Clan, Draekus carried all the tell-tale characteristics, preferring to show them with pride as much as possible: his hair was a ruby red, coming down to his shoulders, and from his temples came small horns, with small spikes growing from his jawbone near his ears; other spikes showed themselves upon his body as well, growing from his shoulders, elbows and vertebrae. Draekus was quite fit, strong muscles showing all across his body as he stood without a shirt in the morning sunlight, the light dancing across the few patches of scales as well.

Yet, his awe at the city's reconstruction was stifled by the foreboding sense that the reconstruction had created within him: more and more frequently, nightmares had visited him, nightmares of his past. He would relive the Fall, the Uprising, the Great War, his friend Tarl Phorn's death, everything that had brought him pain and suffering through the years. So terrible had the dreams become that Draekus hardly managed to sleep at all now, kept awake by the dreams: sometimes he could train for a short time, go back to sleep and not have to worry about the nightmares, but more and more often this did not work.

“Draekus?”, came a female voice from inside the room, interrupting his thoughts. “Draekus, are you there?”

“I'm here Respla”, said Draekus as he looked back into the room to see his wife Respla Pulri walk out, only a towel covering her naked form, her hair still wet from a shower. Stepping behind him, she lovingly wrapped her arms about his neck and laid her chin upon his shoulder, Draekus retracting his spikes as she did: Draekus smiled and kissed her, feeling the sensual coolness of her skin against his chest, and then began to caress her arms.

“Why are you out here so early?”, asked Respla

“Couldn't sleep”, replied Draekus

“Nightmares again?” Draekus slowly nodded. “Seems to be a growing problem for our people”

“Because too many of us saw the Fall, and now everything is reminding us of it”, replied Draekus, “You're younger than I: you were born in the Covenant. You didn't see your friends and family killed right in front of you, see your homeworled glassed by demons that thought you were an affront to their gods...”

There was a pause, then Respla said, “You're right, I wasn't there. But I know what it's like to lose family too: remember, my family helped lead the Uprising, and they all died for it, so don't think you're the only one that's suffered. Now, come back inside: how about we do something to get you out of this depressed mindset. You know I know exactly what turns you on”

Draekus smiled deviously and lustfully at his wife, and followed easily as she led him back into the bedroom.

“Blast that stupid girl!”, thundered Glyan Kyht as he watched a v-mail on his new Nin-soft computer.

“What is it this time, Glyan?”, asked Netha Secura from nearby, sparring against Janus Droln in weaponless combat. While Janus was no stranger to combat, and was holding his own well enough, Netha had the upper hand, as she possessed superior agility and reflexes due to her being a member of the Woren Clan.

“It's not your sister again, is it?”, asked Lucca Incaer as she tinkered on one of her numerous small projects, Metion Cerais looking on and admiring her mechanical skills.

“Yes, it's Alaysha!”, replied Glyan, still furious, “Stupid girl went and joined a brothel on Fell Justice!”

“You know she was always fascinated with... such things”, replied Janus as he dodged another of Netha's quickening attacks, “And she loves to use her shifting abilities, especially in.... certain areas”

“Yes, but I'm sure there are dozens of other, better ways she could have used her abilities! I just –”

“Glyan”, said Netha, managing to catch Janus off guard and pin him to the ground, “Alaysha isn't a little girl anymore: you can't try and stop her from doing what she wants. Let her make her own choices, and her own mistakes if needed”

“But –”

“No buts Glyan”, cut in Netha; then, with a grin, she said, “Besides, Alaysha will be seeing plenty of those anyways”

Glyan, furious, his Imorian throat sac puffing in and out rapidly in indignation, stormed from the room back to his quarters.

“Pompous, self-righteous toad”, hissed Netha. However, in her moment of distraction, Janus grabbed Netha and flipped her, ending up with Netha pinned on the ground and Janus on top of her.

“Now, care to go again?”, asked Janus

“That's cheating!”, objected Netha

“Not quite”, said Metion from the sidelines, earning himself a glare from Netha.

“Fine, you're on”

Glyan sat in the open courtyard in the building's center, meditating and thinking upon a wide variety of things. His life, while perhaps better than it had been in a long time, seemed to be falling apart: his vengeance upon the Covenant for their ancient destruction would soon be completed, which would leave the galaxy in as much peace as it could be, and he would be without either a foe to fight or a home to return to.

Glyan's life had long been a torturous one: during the Plainsfier Uprising centuries earlier, Glyan had been a chief member of the leaders' honor guard, and had sworn to do whatever it took to save them, even if it meant his life: yet, when at last the Covenant began their last move to quell the Uprising, Glyan and his squad could not make it to their leaders in time, and the Arbiter murdered them brutally. Although Glyan and the other honor guards managed to slay the Arbiter and his special operations team, they could not continue the Uprising, and so the Plainsfierians were forced to continue living in secrecy within the Covenant.

The Imori Clan had never forgiven Glyan and his team for their tardiness, viewing them at the sole cause of the Uprising's downfall: exiled by their people, Glyan and the other families were forced to live in solitude from their own clan, making life very difficult for them; for Glyan, it became near impossible. His family wiped out during the Covenant-Plainsfierian War, Glyan's only living relative was his sister Alaysha: together, the two made a living for years until at last the Plainsfierians could reveal themselves again.

And now, Alaysha had separated herself from Glyan also, leaving him with little in the way of options. He wondered, once the Covenant Remnants were defeated, if he ought not follow the same path that so many of his former team members had taken, the path of the “honorable death”: suicide. But no, that would not do, not in Glyan's eyes: for in his eyes, suicide was simply a cowardly escape, not an honorable death.

Hearing movement behind himself, Glyan quickly grab his sword as it lay beside him and whirled around, the sword clashing into another blade, its' user's face only a half a foot from Glyan's own. “I see you're still just as sharp as ever”, said Draekus as he quickly unlocked the blade and moved for another strike.

“Never be unprepared”, replied Glyan, parrying the blow and repeatedly assaulting Draekus before backing off slightly as the Dracon returned blows in kind. “Failing to plan is planning to fail”

“So”, continued Draekus as the two continued battling one another, “What do you think of the mission?”

“We'll do what we have to: that's what we've always done” In a quick maneuver, Glyan managed to distract Draekus by feinting a leg attack, then placed his blade against Draekus' throat. “I just hope we don't die in the process of getting revenge”

“This is more than revenge, Glyan”, said Draekus, “This is for the future too you know”

Glyan laughed heartily, smile wrinkles across his face. “Of all the people to say something like that, I would never guess you”, said Glyan. Then, sobering, he said, “You're right, it is for the future. But it's for the present and, most importantly, the past as well”

“Let's just hope we don't revisit what we've already done”, said Draekus, leading his friend back into the large room he'd exited earlier

“Done”, said Lucca, holding up her creation: at first, Metion couldn't make out what it was, as it looked like a simple metal orb, but when Lucca pushed a button the orb reconfigured itself, plates spreading out to become legs, a small camera moving forward to provide visuals, and other such changes. Then, the thing began to scurry about, looking first at Lucca and then at Metion before running off towards Lucca's quarters.

“You're a mechanical genius Lucca”, praised Metion, “You're like the smiths of old that made the Gauntlets”

“Oh no”, contested Lucca, “The Gauntlets are feats I could never reproduce: the sheer ingenuity of one is amazing! To be able to craft such an amazing weapon system into such a small, light, arm-mounted gauntlet is beyond my wildest dreams. I'd give anything just to be able to examine one some day!”

Walking into the room, Respla dodged the small robot's movements as it dashed away, then came to sit down at Lucca and Metion's table. “Good morning”, said Respla

“Good morning, Respla”, replied Metion, “Say, you didn't happen to see Glyan anywhere, did you?”

“Oh yes, he's out in the courtyard”, replied Respla, “Draekus was going to go and talk to him; they'll probably be in shortly. Why was he ought there instead of in here? It's uncharacteristic of him”

“His sister joined a brothel, and he wants to tell her she can't”, said Netha, once again sparring with Janus

“I can't blame him”, replied Respla

“She's old enough to know how to keep herself safe”, said Netha, “She knows how to keep her body shut off so nothing bad happens while she works”

“Nothing bad happens?”

“Yeah, you know, like getting pregnant”

Respla snorted. “I think having a family would be wonderful”, she said

“Not if you're in a brothel”, said Janus, “And not if your customers were from all species”

Respla thought about this and shuddered. “OK”, she admitted, “You're probably right”

Just then, Draekus and Glyan walked into the room, and Draekus called the attention of the others. “Alright people, let's review the battle plan and get training, shall we? We've got a long road ahead of ourselves”

Everyone nodded or gave some manner of affirmative confirmation. Draekus smiled, but at the same time he felt like this could be a bad thing on the inside. Respla looked at him, and she knew what he was thinking. We're about to exact vengeance on people that didn't do us, specifically, any harm, thought Draekus, If we're not careful, we'll be just like the Prophets. But Draekus realized he couldn't have any thoughts like that in his head at the moment, and pushed them aside.

“Alright”, he said, “Let's get started”