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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #20 on: June 01, 2012, 12:23:46 AM »
After getting chuckling about Fox's display he turned to Marcus and listened.

Embarrassed Richard realized he hadn't eaten in almost 48 hours since he got back from his last mission. He pulled off his helmet and said, "Sure I can eat." He followed after Duke and Marcus as they headed toward the mess. The mission to Kholo fresh in his mind he was going to eat something in honor of his fallen comrades. Jack he knew loved steak and Gus, spaghetti. Sword had been the team he graduated boot with. He shook his head. He missed them.



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« Reply #21 on: June 01, 2012, 12:28:51 AM »
Psycho made it to his room and closed the door locking it he took off his Holographic display disk off a nearby shelf and plugged Sarah into it...He took the display unit to his bed and laid down on it like a girl would while watching a movie only staring at Sarah...Her image quickly appeared and Psycho smiled "Heyo" he greeted her she replied back in her usual manner "Whats up?" "uhh nothing just met a few new friends..." He then went on a lengthy discussion involving the new Spartans a random elephant and butterflies.
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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #22 on: June 01, 2012, 01:37:35 AM »
Jacob looked up from the tablet he had been browsing as his new team members entered.

"Nothing that concerns you now, Lieutenant Commander. And as for my proficiency with firearms, well, you can rest assured that this isn't a baby-sitting detail," Jacob grinned. He stood up, taking care not to hit his head on the bunk above. "I just received a message from the ship-board AI, we have three hours to ready up"

"Three hours? We're not Spartans, we don't need to shine our domes and make sure there are no wrinkles in our dresses" Worth scoffed, not wanting to push his luck with questions. Looking over the man, Worth could tell that he saw action at some point. That was good, they'd need someone with experience for this op. Worth nodded to Powers. It was something Worth was good at, reading people and telling what they were about. Some called him manipulative, others emphatic. Whatever the case, he knew a fighter when he saw one. Powers was also good with people, but his social skills laid in the friend-making area. Where Worth would look at someone and see strengths, Powers saw weaknesses. Worth exploited strengths, Powers shored-up weaknesses.

"I'll grab some shut-eye if you don't mind Ell-Cee" Powers said, lowering himself onto his bunk. Worth nodded and went to do the same after opening the door.

"If anything happens, an open door won't be sealed shut by derbies if we need to get out, and the bulk-head will close if we don't" Worth explained. Hellfighters always expected the worst, it was what put them a step above.

As the other two Hellfighters rolled into their bunks, Callahan returned to his tablet momentarily, after a few minutes he decided to get some much needed rest before they deployed.

~Two-hours and thirty-two minutes later~

Powers was pulling a black BDU shirt over the tank-top he had been wearing before. Worth was unrolling his sleeves, the pair prepping for getting the armour on. Like many ODST's, they kept their gear under the racks, not in the team lockers. The lockers were too far away in-case of emergency. They both had their pistols, the only weapons they could get out of the armory, in the bottom of the rucks. Oddly enough, Powers preferred the smaller, and suppressed, M6C/SOCOM, while Worth enjoyed the kick of the M6D. Looking at each man's size, you would think the opposite. Regardless, both men were expert shots, and both were quick on the draw. It was in short order they were in armour with pistols in the holsters. Powers kept his on his thigh in the traditional way, while Worth went for the under-arm.

"M6C?" Callahan asked, as he rolled out of his bunk and pulled a footlocker from the space below. Powers looked over. "Yeah, Its nice to have something incase you need to keep things quiet, you know? What do you use man?"

Jacob popped the footlocker open, and removed his own sidearm. "Same thing, you can use a suppressed gun in a firefight, but you cant use something loud if you have to infiltrate." Powers nodded slowly in approval.

As Powers and Worth where finishing putting their armor on, Callahan was checking his BDU's seal. He knew they were going to be planet side, and their trip down would be brief, but the fact that the only thing separating him from the cold dark void was a small metal egg was not comforting. The 15 minute protection from what would be certain death was more then comforting. The suit was intact, and Callahan moved on to equipping his armor, holstering his pistol on his thigh, and picking his helmet up, he nodded to the other two Hellfighters and they moved to the armory.

Worth took his helmet from on top of his bunk and moved out of the rack room. Powers was purposely last out and closed the door behind them. It was a quick walk to the drop pod ready-room. It was strategically placed near an auxiliary armory, something the ship's compliment of ODST's had claimed quickly. A few of them were there, maintaining weapons. There was no QRF for this mission, just the Hellfighters and Spartans.

Worth opened his locker and began pulling out a variety of equipment, everything from mag holders, to a par of pull-down binocs, to even a combat knife strapped to his boot. Powers retrieved a variety of ammo belts and a few other odds and ends. Worth screwed on a suppressor to a M7 sub-machine gun as Power's checked and cleared a M392 DMR. The latter weapons was a rare sight in the Navy, but Powers was Army, and Hellfighters weren't bound by normal equipment regs. Worth stowed his M7 and began to connect the scope of his 99 Anti-Material Rifle to his binocs. If need be, he could use the camera feed to shoot around corners. On Powers' side, a M319, yet another Army addition, Grenade Launcher was being stowed onto his back. Both men took enough ammunition for a platoon, Worth storing extra mags and grenades in a ruck bag that clipped to his plates, reducing the possibility of it snagging.

Callahan watched the other two grab their weapons, and opted for the M90 CAWS, figuring that the one field in which his allies were under prepared was close combat. In addition to this, he grabbed a MA5c assault rifle. While the others continued to load up, Callahan grabbed a few grenades, two shaped charges, and an anti-tank mine. He returned to the gun racks, and loaded up on ammo. Finally he attached a standard issue combat knife to his chest plate, which he would use in the event that he was unable to reach the personal bowie knife he had strapped to his right leg.

Worth pulled on his finally calibrated helmet and Powers checked the seal. Powers tapped Worth twice on the side of the helmet and held up a thumb in front of his visor. Worth did the same for him and motioned Callahan over to do the same. Once everyone was checked out, Worth pointed two fingers at his eyes and pointed at a pod, motioning the other's to their pods. Words at this point would break everyone's focus, and focus was key to surviving a HEV drop.

OOC: The rest of you guys should post for the three hours time and preping for insertion, as AA and I are too tired to write that today.


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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #23 on: June 01, 2012, 02:18:18 AM »
OOC: Alrighty then.

Richard entered the mess behind Marcus and Duke and immediately jumped in line with a tray. Special today was salmon, or at least what passed for salmon on a small ONI corvette. He grabbed as much as he could. He knew he would be eating much for the foreseeable future so he tucked in. He found a empty spot to eat with his new team members and only after he sat down did he notice the whole of the mess eyeing him. It wasn't every day a trio of full armored Spartans came in for a meal. Most thought they tended to themselves which was true about most Spartans but the few that had been passed from one team to the next like Kilo you didn't have that luxury. He placed his blue Mark V helmet with Command network module, on the plastic mess table and began to eat waiting for Duke and Marcus to join him



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« Reply #24 on: June 01, 2012, 10:44:31 AM »
Duke filled his tray till it overflowed with food, then he put more on.  There was nothing he wouldn't eat, and it showed on his plate.   Marcus was not a picky eater but his plate was more organised consisting of only a few types of food.  He was the type to eat as much of what he enjoyed as he could.  One of his favorites was mashed potatoes and gravy.    The two walked over to the table where Richard was.  Marcus slid quickly into the seat across and began eating.    Duke set down his tray and slowly removed his helmet.    His face was very dark skinned for a Spartan suggesting he was naturally dark, his face was rough and quite mangled.  Underneath he could have been a handsome man but one would never have been able to tell.  His noes looked like it had been broken multiple times.  His eyebrows were very bushy except for a cut right through the left one where hair no longer grew.   He had light grey hair that was all amiss from being inside a helmet.
He set down his green helmet and began eating his food.  Marcus on the other had was very pale and bald, though he sported a small goatee.  Unlike Duke he had only a few scars, one small one running along his chin line, and another on the back of his head what look more like a surgical scar.    

 Since he didn't have his helmet on, Marcus looked up at the mess hall clock.  2 hours and 28 minutes to go.   The mess had filled up quite a lot in the past five minutes.   Officers, crewmen, marines, and even a few medical staff were now in the room.   The table the Spartans sat at was small and off to the side, but he could tell that people were aware of their presence.  You would almost have to be blind to miss three 7 feet plus Spartan III's sitting filling their faces with food.  
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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #25 on: June 01, 2012, 01:40:03 PM »
Psycho ran out of topics to talk about with Sarah so he put her back into his armor then checked the time...Seeing the time he booked it for the mess (nearly running over some frightened crewmen) and burst into the mess hall.. He quickly grabbed a platter and started filling it with his favorite...Burgers and fries after he got his platter appropriately stacked he looked around the room noticing the Spartans Psycho waved at them then he noticed a empty table in the corner. He made a beeline for it sat down and pulled off his helmet...He knew his looks surprised people most seemed to expect someone who looked really off...but Psycho looked like he had never been in combat and was a well to do civvie except for one feature...with brown hair and a normal face the only odd thing about his looks were his blood red eyes the Iris's being the only color not red...Psycho started shoveling food into his face and set his helmet up to display mode and he pulled Sarah up again "Hey again long time no teehee see" Psycho said in his sing song voice Sarah waved back at him and they started talking about completely new subjects that he had just come up with while running to the mess...All the while Psycho was shoving food into his face.....
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« Reply #26 on: June 01, 2012, 05:41:19 PM »
The small amount of black stubble on Richard's chin kept bothering him. He doubted he had anytime to deal with it. He wore his hair buzzed short, as if his hair had never grown back after the indicatory head buzz all recruits got at boot camp. He wore no facial hair, minus the stubble on his chin now. His skin was the Spartan typical pale white due to being in armor almost 24/7. A large scar ran from his throat parallel around his neck to his back. A lucky SOB Jackel sniper had gotten that one in after his helmet visor was shattered in a Pelican crash.

Soon he struck up a conversation with Marcus and Duke that stretched almost the full remaining 2 and a half hours. The Hellfighters would be dropping soon. He wanted Kilo to be set and ready when the call came in to deploy. 



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« Reply #27 on: June 01, 2012, 06:55:34 PM »
Callahan, Powers, and Worth placed their weapons and equipment into their drop pods, and began to strap themselves in. Due to a high likelyhood of Covenant anti-air near the designated landing zone, a larger group of empty HEVs would be dropped in order to draw fire.
Callahan watched to mission clock count down on his HUD. 1:00, The pod closed, and he preformed a final check of the systems, and ensured the landing zone was correct. 0:45 Callahan took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, attempting to clear his mind. 0:30 "Mark." The displays within his pod lit up, showing the status of the other two pods, two screens displayed live feeds of  Powers and Worth. Next to the mission clock display, another clock activated counting down from 30. In unison the HEVs rotated 90 degrees, and began to move forward, into the drop bay.  The countdown reached five. A loud thud shook Callahan's Pod as it locked into place. He looked up into the camera in his pod, and nodded to his comrades. A series of blasts shook the ship as the decoys began to launch. 0:00 Callahan's pod jumped, the force of the sudden thrust straining him against his harnesses. Operation Lassie had begun.

As usual, the first moment is surprisingly peacefull. Aside from the jarring thrust of the initial rocket booster, the experience is not all together unpleasant, the view is unrivaled. Everything changes, however, when you hit the atmosphere. As it moved into Actia's Mesosphere, the first stage of the pod began to burn away, dramatically increasing the temperature of the pod itself. This was the worst part. On other jumps, Callahan had seen and heard men and women literally cooked inside their own pods due to minor imperfections in the pods second stage. Generally the drop commander had the good sense to cut the feed from these pods, but on occasion the channel was left open, or it was the commander himself in the flawed pod.

For Worth and Powers, there were completely different feelings. Powers bowed his head and said a prayer to Vishnu, sustainer and governor of the universe, as the pods drifted through space. Worth was more practical and was calmly checking each system over and over again. Both men were experienced in drops to the point of boredom, but not complacency. Once the rumbling and shuddering of re-entry began, there was a single moment of silence as the initial friction stalled the HEV's movement, a split second of calm before the storm. That was, if the loud baseline didn't split it in half. Worth began nodding his head gently back-and-forth. Power's simple braced himself, his foot tapping invisible to the other two. In annoyance Callahan cut his channel, but that didn't stop Powers and Worth from continuing.

Moments later Callahan's pod shook again as the drogue chute deployed, and he was able to survey the land below. It was a shitstorm. Below him, smoke billowed into the sky and lances of plasma rushed up to meet the HEVs. Explosions surrounded them, but the majority of the covenant AA weapons seemed to be targeting the decoys. Worth and Powers were buffeted by near-misses. Worth flipped a few switches to cut the chute. A moment latter he deployed the secondary, the extra drop time letting him pass Callahan's pod, which had passed him. 'Lead from hell, retreat from heaven.' that was the Hellfighter Officer's Motto, and Worth stuck to it. The pods only took a few more moments to hit the ground. The front panel popped off of Worth's pod and in a moment he was out, scanning the area from a crouched position with his M7. Seeing no enemies in sight Worth opened up the tac-map on his screen. Seeing Powers, Callahan, and a dozen other pods on the ground, Worth moved back to his pod.

--Keep your heads down-- Worth said, climbing up the pod and grabbing a small device. Worth pulled himself up so that his upper body was above the pod and pressed the device. The empty pods erupted in smoke, and in some cases, fire. Some surprises and party favors they had packed into the empty ones.

--Rally on Ripcord-- Worth said, pulling his 99 Anti-M rifle out of the side storage in the pod. Worth rubbed some mud on the barrel. It would eliminate any reflections and keep the barrel cool once Worth started firing. Keeping low, Worth moved across the torn up ground, using small mud piles as cover.

Powers had been the closest to the AO, so he hunkered down and waited, keeping watch on his immediate area. When Worth called out "heads down", Powers tucked his head down under his arm. Mud and bits of metal harmlessly peppered him.

"Cutting it a bit close Ell-Cee" Powers muttered to himself, brushing off a bit of burning leaf that fell on his forearm. Power's heard Worth's order and acknowledged

--Roger that Slipstream-- Powers moved his launcher a bit further on his back as he saw a form in the growing smoke. Raising his DMR, Powers saw that it was Callahan moving in. Powers raised an arm and made a circling motion, getting Callahan's attention.

After retrieving his gear from his pod, Callahan regrouped with Worth and Powers, he moved fast and stayed low. As he emerged from the smokescreen, he was greeted with a raised DMR, he waved his hand as powers lowered his weapon, and approached Worth.

 "Some stunt you pulled Slipstream" he grumbled. Without waiting for a response he activated his radio.

--Lady Luck, Predator is on station. Proceeding with primary objective.--

--Good copy, Kilo is standing by for deployment-- replied the ship's commo officer.

"Whats the plan Ell-Cee?"

"Move up and secure a landing zone for Kilo. We need to clear out one of those Covenant Anti-Air emplacements and make a hole for the party boys" Worth said, motioning with his hands.

Callahan nodded. "I've got one AT mine for a gun. I also brought two shaped charges. I brought them for breaching but they could disable some guns"

"That's the plan. We'll hit the Anti-Air emplacement due north. We all saw it coming in, damn thing nearly blew us all to hell anyways. We might as well get some payback. After the guns are silent we can give Kilo the green light."

Powers nodded "Hooah". Worth made a circling motion with two fingers, pointed at Powers and jerked his thumb back. Powers took up rear security and Worth took forward, leaving Callahan in the middle.

With that, the team began to head north, on to their first objective. The terrain was rough, the mud sucking them down. The sound of the gun's firing was getting louder and louder as time went on. They finally reached a cresting hill. Immediately Worth held up a fist, then motioned down to the ground with his palm, he moved into a prone position. Motioning them forward with an open hand, Callahan and Powers belly-crawled to the rise. Worth put down his bipod and scanned the area.

--Four hostiles on patrol, probably more inside. Bloodhound, you're up. Move on my go, drop on my word. Get inside and plant the charges-- Worth said, swapping to internal comms to reduce outside noise. Worth silenced Powers' developing objection with a wave of his right hand.

--Will do Slipsteam-- Callahan said. Worth scanned down his sight, studying the patrol patterns. Once he felt like he knew the pattern, he tapped Callahan twice on the shoulder.

--Go-- was all Worth said as Callahan got up and started to crouch run toward the emplacement. Worth saw a grunt look outward.

--Drop-- was the order, and Callahan did, the dark armour camouflaging him. Worth held the sight over the grunt until it looked away.

--Clear-- Worth said. Callahan wasted no time in moving forward again. As he got closer, he moved slower, trying to make less noise. The gun battery was open, with no guard inside that he could see. Once Callahan stepped inside he started wincing every step, the boots making an audible clack! with every step. The Covenant was either really lax, or Callahan was really lucky, but he managed to place the mine, set the detonator, and get out no problem.

It was halfway up the hill where a bit of stone screwed him. The man kept going up as Worth watched the stone roll down into a grunt. It yelped, and let out a cry, alerting the others to the intruders. That was a moment before Worth's round burst its skull open. A hail of plasma fire arced toward Callahan as Worth returned fire. Powers did his job and kept watching their back, as much as he wanted to provide cover fire.

Worth blessed his old Sargent in sniper school who taught him how to extend magazines, and to fire and reload at the same time. As the last round was chambered, Worth would reload. Thus he could fire that round as he reloaded. It was less accurate, on that last shot, but at this range, quantity was quality. Callahan got to the top and leapt over the crest, hitting the detonator. Mud and dust billowed out toward them, chased by fire and shrapnel. Worth couldn't see anything for a moment. Looking down, the entire area looked like it had been glassed. Callahan looked back to Powers easily hauling Callahan up by his shoulder. Brushing the man's upper back off, Powers said,

"Nice going man. Few more of those and you'll be one of us" Powers said. Even Worth was even mildly impressed, and in combat he was an ice-cube. Worth balanced his rifle on his knee as he pressed two fingers to his ear. It wasn't necessary to do so anymore, but old habits die hard.

Worth looked to the sky above.

--Lady Luck, Predator 1-1. Landing Zone is clear, repeat, landing zone in clear. Send in the retrieval team, over--

--Solid copy. Pelicans inbound.--
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« Reply #28 on: June 01, 2012, 07:38:32 PM »
"Kilo Team report to the armory." Amora said on the PA. Richard stopped mid sentence and stood up.

"Lets move you two" he said to Marcus and Duke. The three Spartans ditched their trays and replaced their helmets. A loose jog later and Kilos 1, 2 and 4 entered the armory. Richard went right for the DMR 7.62 ammo. He slammed a mag home in the rifle on his back and dumped several magazines in the pouches on his cheats plate and around his waist. Slinging the rifle again he chose a pair of M7 sub machine guns and clipped them to each of his thighs and grabbed clips for them as well. 4 fragmentation grenades rounded out his armament that he placed on belt on his back. A duffle bag was then filed with MREs, ammo and some COM gear. He left the explosives to someone else.



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« Reply #29 on: June 01, 2012, 08:01:57 PM »
For the first time since he had gotten out of Cryo, Marcus donned his blue, and gold highlighted, Mark VI helmet. The system booted up immediately and the HUD came alive with data.  To any ordinary person the heads up display would be unreadable, but to the trained eye it was a useful and deadly tool.  He, Duke and Richard entered the armory; he could see the Pelican Hanger as marine teams prepared for take-off.

He could see the planet through a nearby window also, it was alive with red and orange spots.  The Battle was raging below.   There were also chunks of debris floating outside,  Both UNSC and Covenant parts could be distinguished.    Marcus focused back on the armory.    He headed over to a weapons rack and grabbed four Frags, he inspected them.  M9 High-Explosive Dual-Purpose grenades, Casualty radius 15 meters unarmored, Killing radius: 5 meters unarmored.  This will make a mess of things. smiled inwardly as he went over the weapons specs again in his head.    Next he grabbed a BR55 Battle Rifle, he reached for a mag and checked the ammunition.  BR. reasonably high power, a decent rate of fire, and high accuracy with an electronic 2x telescopic sights attachment;  9.5 x 40mm rounds, three round burst... Excellent.  He strapped it across his back and slid extra round in a small pouch.  Lastly he grabbed a pistol.   M6G Personal Defense Weapon System, 12.7x40mm M225 SAP-HE (Semi-Armor Piercing, High Explosive) .50 Caliber ammunition loads. 8 round magazine.   Perfect for max agility and efficient damage.  Rugged and reliable.
Duke was also loading up, 4 frags as well.   He preferred the MA5C Assult Rifle as his primary weapon, he also equipped an M90 shotgun across his back.  He then nodded to Marcus.  

“Are you ready Hannibal?”  Even though he had his helmet on Marcus could see an eerie  smile on Dukes face.

Marcus nodded back.   “Let’s give em hell.”
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« Reply #30 on: June 02, 2012, 12:54:41 AM »
Psycho sighed and got up dumped his tray went back to his seat grabbed his helmet. And put it on fast then he turned around grabbed the assault rifle he had put down next to him checked its clip and shoved his way out of the cafeteria while blaring some hard rock through his speakers....
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« Reply #31 on: June 02, 2012, 06:31:50 PM »
Vera returned to her quarters to finish fine-tuning her equipment. Some called her obsessive, she called herself prepared. Although she admitted that having to restart diagnostics three to five times for every mod, may be a little extreme.

One her seventh re-calibration of her HUD's locator functions, (because seven was just such a perfect number) she forced herself to stop messing with her armor's settings and decided to head to the armory to ready her kit.

Within the armory, she spotted Marcus and Duke running through the weapon racks, grabbing frag grenades, rifles, and shotguns. Vera herself decided to get a hold of a M6S pistol, which she favored for its speed and accuracy, along with a M7 caseless submachine gun, and a Designated Marksman Rifle for longer range. After obtaining some frag grenades and plastic explosives she considered herself well equipped and went over to the tech station of the armory, and grabbed anything that might be usefull on the machine, flares, and a small blowtorch which she safely secured in the hardcase on her thigh.
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« Reply #32 on: June 03, 2012, 12:05:01 AM »
Richard looked around at Kilo Team. Realizing they were finished arming up, he gave the go. "To Pelican bay D-27. Move Kilo!"

The entire team took off in a jog to the launch bay passing other members of the crew who were just as busy manning battle stations. The corvette had to de-cloak to deploy dropships. All of Kilo Team piled into the Pelican launch bay behind a modified ONI Pelican. Its usually gunmetal green armor was replaced with a matte black, sensor reflecting skin. The lack of armor made the dropship very vulnerable to enemy fire but it was that lack of armor that made it faster, more maneuverable and the stealth skin, invisible. The nose cannon had been replaced with a M247H Heavy Machine Gun for crowd control. The missile pods that usually were on the stubby wings were replaced by fuel pods for longer and farther flights. The pilot, one Warrant Officer Samantha Venser, waved them in. The 6 Spartans sat in the seats and strapped in best they could. Duke, being almost twice the size of a normal Spartan was forced to simply hang on as the restraints would not fit around his armor. The rear hatched closed and Venser counted down from five to when they would launch. 



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« Reply #33 on: June 03, 2012, 12:51:45 AM »
The Pelican shook momentarily as it exited the artificial gravity of Lady Luck.   Marcus could feel the force as the Pelican accelerated away from the corvette and toward the planet.    He sat in the seat closest to the rear hatch, across from Rusty, Duke,  and Richard.  The small ship maneuvered through the debris field and continued its flight down to the surface.   Everything was silent except for the hum and rattle of the engines.  

The ship entered the atmosphere and began shaking slightly.  A few minutes later Marcus stood up and grabbed the top rail.

 "We good, Venser?"     Marcus asked over the comms to the pilot.   "We're a little cooked, Lieutenant.  But she'll hold..."  Venser turned back leaned forward to get a quick view of the battle going on in the city a few clicks east.  Covenant cruisers we're dangerously low, one exploded into pieces littering the city.   She leaned back and continued maneuvering.  

She opened the comm. "Predator 1-1, this is Hound.   Retrieval Team's ETA 2 minutes."    

Marcus and the rest of the Spartans did one last check on weapons and gear.  Venser looked back at Marcus and nodded.   "Alright, pop the hatch."  

The hatch slide open with a slight hiss.   The sky was blue with almost no clouds to be seen and the sun high in the sky.  For the first time, the sounds of battle could be heard echoing across the mountains.  

"1 minute!"  Venser yelled.   "We caught someones attention,  two banshees fast and low on our position, you boys make yourselves scarce. "  The pelican made a slight turn as she got into position.  "15 seconds!"    

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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #34 on: June 03, 2012, 01:01:51 AM »
Venser angled the Pelican in so the hatch would face away from the direction the Banshees were approaching. Richard stood and so did all of Kilo. At Vensers go, Richard was the first off the ramp. First one out, last one on is what Richard led by. The rest of Kilo followed suit, dropping a few centimeters in the soft mud below their boots. An icon showing the position of Predator 1-1. He opened a comm to him.

"Predator 1-1 this is Kilo-1, we have your position and are approaching from the east, stand by." Richard unslung his DMR and after the Banshees flew over and lost intreats began to cautiously move forward, with the rest of Kilo taking up the rear. he could see a flaming hulk of a Covenant AA emplacement as he approached the ODST's position. They wasted no time getting busy.

"Lets move Kilo." He waved them on.



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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #35 on: June 03, 2012, 02:15:59 AM »
Worth heard the commo call but kept his eyes glued to the sky through his scope. The Pelican had been seen by the Banshees and was taking fire. Worth tracked them for a moment, then made a quick decision.

--Hound, reverse direction and head over the landing zone. We'll take care of the two bandits on your tail, over-- Worth said. For a moment he thought that the pilot hadn't heard him, but the bird finally turned. Worth immediately made a up motion with three finger, pointed at the ground. Powers moved up and allowed Worth to steady his rifle on him.

"Range?" Worth asked.

"Seventeen Two Meters" Powers responded.

"Elevation?"

"Three Twenty-Two"

"Windage?"

"Two-Zero out of the north" Powers said, lowering the spotter's glasses. Worth steadied his breathing, slowing his heartbeat. There was nothing else, not even the Spartans approaching from the east. The Pelican took another hit, and this one was bad. Worth closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and said one thing:

"Green" and with that he pulled the trigger. The round exited the barrel at a speed greater than that of sound. It dropped slightly on it's path, nudged gently by the wind. Gravity was but a forgotten playmate. The round entered the right pylon of the left Banshee. It careened into the other Banshee and exploded, the weapon it was firing going off as it hit. Worth raised his rifle off of Powers' back quickly and surveyed his work.

The Pelican was still falling, the engine smoldering. It finally went down on the other side of the ridge to the south, away from the FOB. It was close, as the rumbling shake of the crash could be felt. Worth took no time in deciding his next course of action.

"Ripcord, hold here with the Spartans. Bloodhound, on me. We're going to retrieve the pilot" Worth said, standing up as the Spartans arrived and began to trot in that direction.


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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #36 on: June 03, 2012, 03:12:11 AM »
--Hound, Predator 1-3, status report--

--My birds screwed. Bloody banshees did a number on me.--

--Can you move Hound?--

--Negative, my leg is messed up pretty bad.--

-- Hold positon, Hound. O- Hellfighters inbound--

-- Good copy, hurry the hell up.--

"She's fine, her legs out, she's gonna need some help walking out of there."

Worth nodded, and the two began to move to the crash site.
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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #37 on: June 03, 2012, 03:19:27 AM »
"We need to get to her and get her out quick. We'll use parts from the bird to make a stretcher if need be. The Hell Way or the Highway, we don't leave anyone behind" Worth said vehemently. It wasn't something you did to comrades, especially pilots, who relied on soldiers like them to pull them out of the fire.


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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #38 on: June 03, 2012, 03:25:12 AM »
"A stretcher?" Callahan scoffed "She didn't sound that bad and we dont have time, the covies are probably going to be wanting to know who the hell blew a hole in their AA shield. If all else fails I can fireman carry her.We should  have brought one of the big guys. All that damn money they probably could have her at a field hospital by now"
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Re: Inheritance (Halo Role-Play)
« Reply #39 on: June 03, 2012, 03:57:05 AM »
"Obviously you don't know a hell of a lot about Hellfighters. We're all Sapper-qualified. I can build a two pole stretcher in about twenty seconds," Worth shot back. "One thing I noticed, for all the expenses involved in making them, there seems to be more Spartans that non-Spartans around here"

They crested the ridge and saw the crashed Pelican. It had dug a small furrow in the ground. That was good, big furrows tended to be lethal. Worth pointed at Callahan's eyes with two fingers and then pointed them around, telling him to keep watch. Worth then pointed at himself and then the c ockpit, signalling that he would retrieve the pilot. Moving to the downed Pelican, he saw the pilot inside. Waving, and getting a wave back, Worth tried the manual release. It was stuck, and despite how many tugs, it wouldn't budge. Worth motioned for Callahan to come over as he pulled off a bit of torn siding from the Pelican's wing. Callahan was more then smart enough to realize what Worth was doing and helped him use the metal bar to pop the release. The side of the c ockpit opened up and the pilot could be heard coughing. Worth grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her up. She groaned in pain as the leg was bumped, but otherwise didn't say anything through clenched teeth. Once she was out, Worth laid her down and quickly bandaged her leg.

"Thanks mates. Who the 'ell are you blokes anyway?" she asked, pulling off her helmet to reveal longer-than-regulation length hair. Worth looked up for a moment, blinked once, and looked back down at his work.

"Hellfighters. I'm Slipstream, he's Bloodhound" Worth said, nodding to the man standing guard.

"Too many hounds in this place" Callahan muttered. Worth slung his rifle as he helped the woman up. She grunted, but was otherwise silent. Worth pulled his M7 from its clip and held it in his right hand, using his left arm to help the pilot walk.

"Can I get a real name, mates?" she asked. Worth glanced at her, the motion almost unnoticeable.

"Sorry ma'am, can't do that" Worth said. She looked a bit disappointed as them began to move out.

"I guess not, mate. I'm Warrant Officer Samantha Venser. Everyone calls me Amantha" she said, right before she collapsed with a curse. Worth slung his M7 on his hip and picked up the pilot, one hand under her knees, the other on her back.

"Sorry ma'am, but you're in no condition to walk" Worth said. The pilot looked up at him.

"You blokes call me Amantha. You lot earned that right after pulling me out of the fire. I di'n't see how you took out the 'shee's" Worth looked down for a moment as he moved.

"Single shot to the left one's pylon. It crashed into the other one" Worth said. The pilot whistled.

" 'ell of a shot. Remind me to thank the shooter" she replied, not noticing Worth's rifle.

"You're welcome" was his only reply, the smile on his face unknown to the outside world.



Back at the emplacement, Powers was scanning the Ell-Cee's direction.

"Man, you guys sure took your sweet time getting down here. Could have built a resort while you were gone" Powers said, making conversation.


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