(Im not the narrator, this should be you!!! XD Well, If you like where I'm taking the story though, I kinda like this, so feel free to take control of the story if you want, but you dont have to i guess )
~Yah~ Sola thought, ~Nothing can get worse then a goddamn hunter~
"Well, we got a couple o' real fighters here, any of the rest of ya?! Any!? Ahh, well, I'll try you boys and girls out least" The big man said with a wink, as he turned to leave the bar. A few minutes later, after Sola, Chris, and the Squad followed him outside, he said "Well, here we are. I'm assembling a strike team to go out into enemy territory, and take out some of their key points. Strike silent, strong, and swift, and leave unknown. That's our mission. Each of you is going to have to show me that at the very least, you can fight, then we'll head out on an easy mission, to test your mettle." He then pointed at Sola, and told him goadingly "Hey, you first, come try and get this badge from my coat. I dare ya".
Not wanting to waste time, Sola rolled to the right of the man, and as he was spinning around, Sola sprung right at the mans center, completely catching him off guard, but the man had just enough time to put his left hand to his chest, and to shove his right hand into Sola's stomach. Sola kicked his legs into the mans right thigh, and flipped off of him, landing back on his feet. "Hahah, I'm almost impressed" snickered the big man, to which Sola retorted "I could say the same". Sola feigned a roll this time, but instead, sprung up in the air, pulled out his knife, and as he began to fall down, he arched his back, reached out, and just barely cut the badge right off the mans chest, but right as he did this, the man brought up his knee, which collided with Sola's left shoulder, and he crumpled to the ground, just barely catching the badge as it fell.
"The kids dedicated... But narrow-sighted. He was too focused on his goal to watch out for his own safety... He gone need some work on his teamwork." The man muttered to himself, just within range of Sola's hearing, but he pretended not to hear it. "So boys and girls, which o' ya'll's gonna be dumb 'nuff to come at me next??"
((I am SO sorry young! Yes, you're in, sorry for not saying so earlier!))
IC:
"This is it? Pfft. Not a problem." I step forward, not even bothering to try to get behind him. I tense up, then spring forward, moving too fast for the eye to follow. I snag the badge, rip it off, and return to my position in seconds. He blinks. "What... What just happened?" I smile, handing him the badge. "Spartan William 143, Blue Squad. At your service." He staggers back, amazed that he has an actual Spartan on the team. "But... Doesn't the Navy need you?" I shake my head, gesturing to my squad. "We've been doing nothing but training, so we're not needed here. A little light combat could be nice."
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(...I feel a twin with almost same equipment and title nearby >.> no need for me to be saying names though...)
Sighing, Chris walked forward. He looked at the man with an unwavering glance, and stood there, waiting. Suddenly, Chris throwstwo punches simultaneous, aimed for the head and gut. The few bar fights ha taught him a few things about unarmed combat.
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Ca'Naamu flew his Banshee through the sky. So far, he hadn't seen anybody in pursuit. Not safe yet. He thought. Seconds later, a Hornet showed itself. It began firing it's machine gun. Ca'Naamu quickly stopped the Banshee, and the hornet flew right past him. It slowed down right as Ca'Naamu sped up. He began firing at the Hornet, taking the pilot by surprise. The Hornet began to turn, but wasn't quick enough. It blew up into a giant fireball. Ca'Naamu flew over the Hornet's explosion. I've seen harder. He thought to himself. He flew towards the cloaked Covenant ship that was acting as his escape route. When he got into the general area of the ship, it decloaked. He flew at the now decloaked ship. He was aiming his Banshee at the hangar. He began to slow down as he neared the Hangar. Within seconds, he was nearing a dead stop. He safely landed inside, and he got out as the hangar door closed. It was a rather small hangar, made to accomodate a couple of Banshees or a dozen Seraphs.
He was greeted by several of the grunts that worked on the dock. He began walking to the doorway to the rest of the ship. Upon arriving at said doorway, he was greeted by an Elite. "Prophets commend you, Ca'Naamu." The Elite said. Ca'Naamu knew the the commendation was a greeting, and that likewise he wasn't known enough for the prophets to care about him or what he did. He began walking down the long purple corridor. He felt safe, as the ship had recloaked when the hangar door closed.
(I'm sure we'll be interacting with you soon NoEndInSight, and Im pretty excited about that!!! And yeah Kimi, remember, the goal is to get the badge off the recruiter, not to fight him :P)
Johnny looked towards the sky, taking in the view of the moving banshee. He murmured too his squad members quietly " take that thing down". His squad members looked at him in surprise. They haven't even been through basic training yet and he was asking them to shot the banshee down. After waiting a few minutes for a response, Johnny just sent up his SRS 99D-S2AM sniper rifle slowly, taking his time and waiting for the flying vehicle to get into the right spot. He pushed his finger down onto the trigger and fired off a bullet, It rammed into the banshee's cockpit from the side; smashing easily through the material with ease. Johnny then watched the banshee for a few minutes before shouting in satisfaction as it fell towards the ground like a dead fly. " Those freaks are going to be here soon, We better start getting back to base ASAP." He then grabbed his rifle and started to walk towards the warthog to his right, After a few minutes they were gone, Riding off into the sunset.
(Hold it, young. Did you just shoot my Banshee out of the sky after it landed in the hangar before you looked at the sky? Something doesn't seem right.)
(( I shot some other banshee))(( I took note that your banshee had already landed so I couldn't shoot it down, So I had to shoot some other unlucky elite down from the sky))(( Sorry if it seemed like I shot yours down))
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Hey I just met you and this seems crazy, so heres my gold block and lets be lazy. . . .
((Right then. Lets get interacting shall we? I'm on your tail. Also, today is Thursday, so I have to spend the day in town. This'll be my last post for today. Cya tomorrow!))
IC:
As I'm standing watching the rest of the men attempt to get the badge, my radio starts buzzing. I reach down and grab it, bringing it to my mouth. "William here. Go ahead," I say, shifting my weight. "William, you're needed. Now. Hanger three. Suits are waiting." I smile. Finally. Some real combat. I turn to my squad, but they've already heard. I turn to the men we won't be going with. "We're needed now. Sorry about this, but duty calls." I begin sprinting for the hanger, moving at top speed, my squad behind me. We reach it, ducking inside, and see a Pelican, hatch open. We climb inside, and find four cases of armor. OUR armor. We suit up, grabbing our weapons and stepping forward to the cockpit. There is two men sitting in the front, with a briefcase on their laps. "We have a new mission for you. Read the contents of the case." They hand it to me, and I reach inside, pulling out a data card. I insert it, and a new screen flashes to life in my HUD, and a voice starts to speak in my ear. "Four hours ago, a team of Spec Ops elites manged to infiltrate a large facility and kill a leading UNSC commander. You're mission is to hunt them down, and eliminate them."
"Well, you two are what I got left then, and it looks like we might have just gotten a nice test mission for ya" the big man said to Sola and Chris. "That mission those Spartans are on? Well, that's way out of the league of two ordinary soldiers. You'd have to be suicidal to try to take out their targets before the Spartans get there. But that is exactly what I need in a squad. I got a few boys waiting on you two to join our squad, we got a heavy demo man, and your squad leader, he sticks to the assault rifles and DMR's." Sola looked at Chris doubtfully, but Sola had a feeling about him, a feeling that Chris could handle himself, even if Sola screwed up. Sola turned to the big man, and said bravely "Give us the mission, throw us into the mix, and we'll show those Spartans that you don't need fancy armor to kick alien ass! You in man?!"
Ca'Naamu walked to the armory of the Covenant ship, passing several Elites, Grunts, and a single Brute. Ca'Naamu didn't know why Brutes were on the ship. Heavy Lifting, perhaps? He wondered. As he continued the walk, he saw an old friend, Cain'Raak. "Hello, Cain'Raak." Ca'Naamu greeted. Cain'Raak nodded to him. The walk felt long, yet it was a short ship. Everything felt long for him. Soon, he was nearing the armory. There was where he would store his weapons. It was smaller then the hangar, and just had enough room for a crew of 87's weapons. He put away his weapons and began walking around.
((I've decided I'll be on Installation 05/Delta Halo instead of Installation 04.))
After the Fall of Reach
Elto walks along the perimeter of his squads camp, being a lookout for any incoming Covenant or UNSC patrols and ships. He watches while his squad repairs the Phantom, which is close to being finished. He continues to walk until he sees figures over the distance, getting closer and closer fairly quick. Elto ran towards the squad and shouted what is about to happen. They all hid by climbing up trees, trying to hide within the leaves and branches. Elto looks through all the leaves, looking at a UNSC patrol. He gives a signal towards his squad by shaking the tree horizontally. They all start shooting their heretic weaponry, so search parties will think it's friendly-fire. Within minutes, the patrol is wiped out. The squad climbs back down and continue what they were doing before the interruption.
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"One of these days, wizard... One of these days, I will pull the wand
from your hand... and shove it up your ass." - Jesse Cox
((Well, it's been a while since I forum RP'd! So, here goes:w
Name: Jonathan McPherson (Although he also answers to "John")
Age: 22
Gender: (lol at the comment for this one) Male
Class: Soldier (Mid-range variant)
Bio: (I'm assuming this takes place post-Reach. If not, I'll come up with something else): John grew up on Reach. His greatsomething or other grandparents had been some of the original colonists on Reach; and his family hadn't left since. His dad was a (computer, not railroad) engineer, and him mum was an accountant. To him, the war against the Covenant had always seemed so far away. It wasn't possible for them to get Reach, was it?
Unfortunately, the sh*t hit the fan about a week after he turned 18. The Covenant attacked, and thanks to a couple of jack*ss Spartans (Nobel team or something like that) an entire Covenant Supercarrier landed on their refugee convoy. He managed to escape the planet himself, and was immediately conscripted. He was lumped into a squad with a few other refugees and a surprising not-awful sergeant, and was eventually moved up to being a Corporal (2nd class); specialising in mid-range combat.
Gear:
Weapons: a standard-issue assault rifle, a (now-rare) Magnum (D variant. For those who aren't nerdy enough to know the difference, the D is the one from Halo: CE with the scope); and a combat knife. He tries to have at least one (frag) grenade with him when he goes on a mission, but he doesn't always.
Armour: Wears M52B body armor, and a CH252 helmet with HUD visor. Also wear VZG7 armored combat boots.
Other: He's a bit of a technology enthusiast, and will occasionally tinker with old gear, both UNSC and Covenant (would it be alright if this ended in him getting a weapon mod of some sort every 15-20 pages or so? Maybe a not-so-great one every fifteen, and then a slightly better one every 35?)
Also, the name of the ship the the Master Chief used to attack Delta Halo was In Amber Clad.))
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~~Hey, Marginally, You wanna be our squad leader?? Cause then we can start up right away, meet up with you, and begin our mission Plus, you don't like spartans, we're trying to one up them, could be fun!~~
"Hey, the big man upstairs says ya'll are free to do whatever you want, just, don't %@ up, and don't kill any civies. If you feel like you need a vehicle to take this on, go for it" The big man said gruffly. "So, ya in, or ya in?? We cant sit around here pussyfootin all day, we got some work to do boys!"
I am just asking because I have been waiting around two days for a response
~Yah~ Sola thought, ~Nothing can get worse then a goddamn hunter~
"Well, we got a couple o' real fighters here, any of the rest of ya?! Any!? Ahh, well, I'll try you boys and girls out least" The big man said with a wink, as he turned to leave the bar. A few minutes later, after Sola, Chris, and the Squad followed him outside, he said "Well, here we are. I'm assembling a strike team to go out into enemy territory, and take out some of their key points. Strike silent, strong, and swift, and leave unknown. That's our mission. Each of you is going to have to show me that at the very least, you can fight, then we'll head out on an easy mission, to test your mettle." He then pointed at Sola, and told him goadingly "Hey, you first, come try and get this badge from my coat. I dare ya".
Not wanting to waste time, Sola rolled to the right of the man, and as he was spinning around, Sola sprung right at the mans center, completely catching him off guard, but the man had just enough time to put his left hand to his chest, and to shove his right hand into Sola's stomach. Sola kicked his legs into the mans right thigh, and flipped off of him, landing back on his feet. "Hahah, I'm almost impressed" snickered the big man, to which Sola retorted "I could say the same". Sola feigned a roll this time, but instead, sprung up in the air, pulled out his knife, and as he began to fall down, he arched his back, reached out, and just barely cut the badge right off the mans chest, but right as he did this, the man brought up his knee, which collided with Sola's left shoulder, and he crumpled to the ground, just barely catching the badge as it fell.
"The kids dedicated... But narrow-sighted. He was too focused on his goal to watch out for his own safety... He gone need some work on his teamwork." The man muttered to himself, just within range of Sola's hearing, but he pretended not to hear it. "So boys and girls, which o' ya'll's gonna be dumb 'nuff to come at me next??"
IC:
"This is it? Pfft. Not a problem." I step forward, not even bothering to try to get behind him. I tense up, then spring forward, moving too fast for the eye to follow. I snag the badge, rip it off, and return to my position in seconds. He blinks. "What... What just happened?" I smile, handing him the badge. "Spartan William 143, Blue Squad. At your service." He staggers back, amazed that he has an actual Spartan on the team. "But... Doesn't the Navy need you?" I shake my head, gesturing to my squad. "We've been doing nothing but training, so we're not needed here. A little light combat could be nice."
Sighing, Chris walked forward. He looked at the man with an unwavering glance, and stood there, waiting. Suddenly, Chris throwstwo punches simultaneous, aimed for the head and gut. The few bar fights ha taught him a few things about unarmed combat.
He was greeted by several of the grunts that worked on the dock. He began walking to the doorway to the rest of the ship. Upon arriving at said doorway, he was greeted by an Elite. "Prophets commend you, Ca'Naamu." The Elite said. Ca'Naamu knew the the commendation was a greeting, and that likewise he wasn't known enough for the prophets to care about him or what he did. He began walking down the long purple corridor. He felt safe, as the ship had recloaked when the hangar door closed.
Johnny looked towards the sky, taking in the view of the moving banshee. He murmured too his squad members quietly " take that thing down". His squad members looked at him in surprise. They haven't even been through basic training yet and he was asking them to shot the banshee down. After waiting a few minutes for a response, Johnny just sent up his SRS 99D-S2AM sniper rifle slowly, taking his time and waiting for the flying vehicle to get into the right spot. He pushed his finger down onto the trigger and fired off a bullet, It rammed into the banshee's cockpit from the side; smashing easily through the material with ease.
Johnny then watched the banshee for a few minutes before shouting in satisfaction as it fell towards the ground like a dead fly.
" Those freaks are going to be here soon, We better start getting back to base ASAP."
He then grabbed his rifle and started to walk towards the warthog to his right, After a few minutes they were gone, Riding off into the sunset.
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IC:
As I'm standing watching the rest of the men attempt to get the badge, my radio starts buzzing. I reach down and grab it, bringing it to my mouth. "William here. Go ahead," I say, shifting my weight. "William, you're needed. Now. Hanger three. Suits are waiting." I smile. Finally. Some real combat. I turn to my squad, but they've already heard. I turn to the men we won't be going with. "We're needed now. Sorry about this, but duty calls." I begin sprinting for the hanger, moving at top speed, my squad behind me. We reach it, ducking inside, and see a Pelican, hatch open. We climb inside, and find four cases of armor. OUR armor. We suit up, grabbing our weapons and stepping forward to the cockpit. There is two men sitting in the front, with a briefcase on their laps. "We have a new mission for you. Read the contents of the case." They hand it to me, and I reach inside, pulling out a data card. I insert it, and a new screen flashes to life in my HUD, and a voice starts to speak in my ear. "Four hours ago, a team of Spec Ops elites manged to infiltrate a large facility and kill a leading UNSC commander. You're mission is to hunt them down, and eliminate them."
"Would we be allowed to bring our own vehicles as well?" Chris asked in a emotionless voice.
After the Fall of Reach
Elto walks along the perimeter of his squads camp, being a lookout for any incoming Covenant or UNSC patrols and ships. He watches while his squad repairs the Phantom, which is close to being finished. He continues to walk until he sees figures over the distance, getting closer and closer fairly quick. Elto ran towards the squad and shouted what is about to happen. They all hid by climbing up trees, trying to hide within the leaves and branches. Elto looks through all the leaves, looking at a UNSC patrol. He gives a signal towards his squad by shaking the tree horizontally. They all start shooting their heretic weaponry, so search parties will think it's friendly-fire. Within minutes, the patrol is wiped out. The squad climbs back down and continue what they were doing before the interruption.
Name: Jonathan McPherson (Although he also answers to "John")
Age: 22
Gender: (lol at the comment for this one) Male
Class: Soldier (Mid-range variant)
Bio: (I'm assuming this takes place post-Reach. If not, I'll come up with something else): John grew up on Reach. His greatsomething or other grandparents had been some of the original colonists on Reach; and his family hadn't left since. His dad was a (computer, not railroad) engineer, and him mum was an accountant. To him, the war against the Covenant had always seemed so far away. It wasn't possible for them to get Reach, was it?
Unfortunately, the sh*t hit the fan about a week after he turned 18. The Covenant attacked, and thanks to a couple of jack*ss Spartans (Nobel team or something like that) an entire Covenant Supercarrier landed on their refugee convoy. He managed to escape the planet himself, and was immediately conscripted. He was lumped into a squad with a few other refugees and a surprising not-awful sergeant, and was eventually moved up to being a Corporal (2nd class); specialising in mid-range combat.
Gear:
Weapons: a standard-issue assault rifle, a (now-rare) Magnum (D variant. For those who aren't nerdy enough to know the difference, the D is the one from Halo: CE with the scope); and a combat knife. He tries to have at least one (frag) grenade with him when he goes on a mission, but he doesn't always.
Armour: Wears M52B body armor, and a CH252 helmet with HUD visor. Also wear VZG7 armored combat boots.
Other: He's a bit of a technology enthusiast, and will occasionally tinker with old gear, both UNSC and Covenant (would it be alright if this ended in him getting a weapon mod of some sort every 15-20 pages or so? Maybe a not-so-great one every fifteen, and then a slightly better one every 35?)
Also, the name of the ship the the Master Chief used to attack Delta Halo was In Amber Clad.))
"Hey, the big man upstairs says ya'll are free to do whatever you want, just, don't %@ up, and don't kill any civies. If you feel like you need a vehicle to take this on, go for it" The big man said gruffly. "So, ya in, or ya in?? We cant sit around here pussyfootin all day, we got some work to do boys!"