(Sure, Liquid. You're not crazy, you're INSANE!
We'll give you all some pointers if you want. Suffice it to say that our characters are likely to use military terms from today's US Marines, and are killing aliens with weapons similar to what we have today. Try and be detailed in your posts, not *kills five grunts*, but "Raj fired his MA5B assault rifle in short bursts, killing five Grunts who were conveniently clumped together". We're basing this on "Heroic" level, so remember that you can't kill a whole slew of enemies without reloading! And I guess we're allowing Halo 2 weapons and the flamethrower.
The idea is that we don't exactly follow the storyline, in that we all pop up and die, but the game storyline is happening. We could be on other missions, for instance, on Halo, or do support for the MC. And Sgt. Johnson survived. . .)
"All hands to battle stations. Prepare for boarding. This is not a drill." squawked the comm. "No, it's a screwgun!" Raj jested to himself. He checked the load on his MA5B, and then put his hand to his M6D to be sure it was in place. He had staked out a place for himself with X-Ray Squad behind a combat barrier in Engineering, and was awaiting for his "favorite aliens" to come rampaging through. "They just came through, the first wave is on the Pillar, folks, so get ready. They oughta be here in a minute or so." said Sgt. Ramirez on the squad's frequency. Raj pulled a grenade from his bandolier and made ready to throw it when the Covenant rounded the corner. The sound of strange feet sounded in the hallway, and Raj looked across at Sarge, held up the grenade, and pulled the pin when Ramirez nodded. He lobbed the grenade as quietly as he could, just as a Grunt rounded the corner. "Enemy!" it shouted, and was promptly tossed head-over-heels by the frag Raj had tossed. "One down, fifty bazillion more to go." quipped the grenadier, and commenced firing. The day was off to a good start, at least.
The ships AI, Cortana’s voice came over the ships comm. “All combat personnel report to your action stations.”
Jason grabbed the MA5B Assault Rifle off the rack in the armory, and took as much extra ammo as he could comfortably carry, 720 rounds in total, twelve clips. Putting them, along with two fragmentation grenades and an HE Defender Pistol side arm, he charged out of the armory with the rest of his squad, or what was left of it. There were only five of them; the others were lost in the battle above Reach. They were now under the command of the two Corporals.
Joseph Korso had two Magnums for his side arms, and he didn’t take an Assault Rifle, he calmly took a Battle Rifle off the rack. The weapon was more accurate than it’s Assault Rifle counter part, firing 3 round bursts. A weapon he was more comfortable with. Taking five extra clips, and slapping a sixth one in, he walked out of the armory, his walk and expression one of utter calm.
Rayne made her way down the hall and past a flashing red light. Alarms screamed in her ears and made her blood pump faster.
"Attention all combat personal. Report to battle stations. Prepare for boarding. This is not a drill. I repeat: This is not a drill. We are engaging the enemy. External and internal contact imminent "
The shipboard AI was clear. They were all going to forced into battle. She reached for her waist and drew her M6D Pistol. Outside the door ahead of her she saw marines and tech. Officers alike scrambling back and forth like frightened animals. Everything was in chaos.
The automatic doors hissed open to reveal three marines crouching in front of the life boats doors. She was confused at first but then realized what was going on. They were boarding through the life boat hatches.
“Get away from there!” She ordered, leveling her pistol, but it was too late. A blue explosion tore through the hatch followed by numerous covenant. The marines were thrown aside like nothing, leaving her alone.
The first to spot her was a grunt. The biped alien fired, and the air crackled next to her. She quickly fired two shots and the second pierced his skull. She didn’t waste any time to see her enemy die, instead leapt behind a crate as more plasma fire came her way.
A stream of fire from an Assault Rifle sent two more Grunts and a Jackal flying backwards as blue and purple blood covered the walls cieling and floor around the newly occupied hatch. Very heavy foot steps thunderd across the floor, and the Master Chief took cover behind a support beam. He reloaded with his back against his cover, then looked over at Rayne, "Looked like you could use a hand, ma'am." He said, looking straight at her. He then motioned with his head toward the Covenant troops, his motion obviosly meant one thing. Ready to fire? He nodded, signaling he was good to go, and then waited for her response.
Five grunts and one Elite later on the squad's collective notched belt, one of the little guys got smart and threw a glowing blue orb toward the squad. "Grenade!" shouted a Marine to Raj's left, and as Raj saw no other way to go, he hopped the barrier, blasted the Grunt, and ducked down on the front side. The blast came barely a second later, and rocked the barrier, but Raj's quick feet had saved him once again. X-Ray boasted only two members now--Buck Private Marvin Zelezney, and Lancer Ghandi. And Marv was injured. "Gah! I think my arm is burnt off!" Raj ducked his rifle around the corner, then his head. Luckily, that was the last of that wave to come this way. He spared a minute to check the Private's arm, saw there was nothing he could do, and handed him a pistol which had survived the grenade's blast. "X-Ray squad has taken casualties. We have one injured, and myself surviving. Orders?" he called over the radio on the frequency to the 'Toon leader. "Fall back to our position, LC. We're all taking heavy casualties." Grabbing the whimpering Private by his armor, being careful not to grind the burnt arm, Raj complied.
Rayne stared at the spartan for a while. She had never had the prevledge of fighting along side one, but she didn't have the time to drool over the situation.
She nodded once before peering around the crate and firing square into the chest of a massive alien. It was a covenant elite. Three shots and the things sheilds flickered but stayed strong. "Screw it..." She mumbled to herself as she aimed for a different target. A grunt was waddling his way towards her position and she took the invitation to put a 12mm bullet in its face. He toppled over backwards and she pulled herself back behind her cover as a wave of plasma punched into the crate.
As Raj came near the LT's position, he suddenly ducked down a side hallway, dragging the hapless Private with him. "Wh-where we goin, Raj?" he stammered. "Flanking. You have a good arm? Grab that plasma grenade and get ready to throw it." He pointed to a nascent blue ball on the floor. The two rounded a corner, and saw an Elite and three Grunts holding down the platoon's remnants. A Marine screamed as he died. Marvin had retained enough calm to know what to do--he armed the grenade and planted it squarely on the Elite's head. He yelled and shook his head, as the Grunts ran away. "Nice Chewbacca impression!" commented Ghandi, as the Marines in the other corridor finished up the Grunts. "I don't think we're going to last much longer up here, Lance Corporal." said the Lieutenant in hushed tones,when Raj had rejoined them. Another Marine was taking care of Marvin's arm with a medkit which had hung on the wall. "We need to work toward the lifeboats--the 'toon should fit in only one, now," she finished, sadly. "Yes, ma'am. Cheer up--on the good side, that means more rations for us when we touch down. I just know you love that chipped beef." The LT rewarded Raj with a half-grin. "You can have all the shit on a shingle you want if you get us all down in one piece, Lancer. You take point."
The Chief leaped out the other side of the crate, farthest from the plasma fire pinning the Lieutenant down. Holding down the trigger on his Assault Rifle he let lose a lethal spray of bullets, easily depleting the Elites aleady damaged sheilds within fifteen rounds. Another ten rounds made small explosions of blood rake up it's chest, over it's neck, and the final two on the side of it's head as the chief adjusted his aim. The mutilated body of the once powerful foe toppled backwards in an expanding pool of blood.
Two grunts that were left standing stood looking at their commander, then threw their arms up, turned and ran. "Commander dead! Run!"
The Chief had other plans. He advanced, walking forward at a steady pace, the flashes from his assault rifle illuminating his visor, and casting shadows on his armor and the floor behind him. Empty casings littered the floor beside his feet. Both aliens sprawled forward in a spray of blood. The chief didn't notice the other Elite that came out of the boarding craft behind him, and rear back, ready to slug him in the back of his head. The Spartans attention was directed at two Jackals hunkered down behind their shields.
It hadn't taken long for Jason's squad to find combat. A boarding craft slammed into the corridor ahead of them. They charged forward, though no to recklessly to try and cut them off at the source. They arrived just as one of the Grunts was setting up an energy shield. The alien toppled backwards just as the thing activated, three bullets blowing it's skull to shreds, spraying bright blue blood into the air like a fountain. The alien toppled backwards head over heals, landing on it's side with a soft thud. Jason turned to see the man responsible, it was a lone Corporal with a Battle Rifle.
Joseph heard that there were others coming to his positon, being the last from his squad, he hadn't had the chance to group up yet. But since others were coming, he could take out the Grunts before they activated their damn cover. Half crouched behind a support beam, he opened up as soon as he was kneeled. Firing on burst he took down a Grunt, but the shield went up anyway. Behind him he heard the footsteps of his comrades. He fired another burst, another Grunt felw backwards in an explosion of blood from it's chewed up skull. Shifting aim, he fired another burst, taking down another Grunt.
((FG, we'd love your company. We're doing this along the lines of Halo 1, but we don't exactly feel like dogging the MC's footsteps, so we're likely to engage in support missions--maybe some of the stuff described in The Flood. Or maybe something even more imaginative, if you feel so inspired. At this point, we're still on the PoA, it's been boarded, and I think we're gonna ditch it pretty soon. . .))
Raj and company passed a bay of lifepods which had already launched, and hoped that the personnel who had taken them would reach the "ground" safely. He paused to look through a window, and caught a glimpse of a purple gas-giant, and then a metallic glimmer caught his eye. A massive ring was in orbit around the gas giant, and as Raj watched, a lifepod in the distance headed for the strange artifact. The Lance Corporal shook his head, hoping there would be a better place to land than what appeared to be a Covenant installation, and gave the "all clear" signal to the remnants of his platoon behind him.
The Ell Tee had made it clear that they were to make thier way to usable lifepods, and hold the position for evacuating crew. Raj nearly lost his balance, even in a half-crouch, as the ship rocked--perhaps a missile impact, or a boarding craft attaching itself. More alarms sounded, and he was convinced of the importance of his group's task. The Pillar of Autumn wouldn't be in serviceable condition much longer, and the Covenant wouldn't want to let the UNSC soldiers and sailors off the vessel without resistance.
(ok kool im trying to do this and watch Red vs. blue at the same time so i might accidently type something dumb and here is my profile
Name: John Atkins
Known as: Atkins
Age:42
rank: Sgt. Major
race:White
appearance: has a rugged look short cut hair like all marines not really big but still is pretty big
occupation: marine commander
personality: will do whatever it takes to win is arrogant and intelligent
history: his family abandoned him when he was 9 he fought on the roughest streets learning to survive on a minimum amount of food once he turned 18 he immediately joined the core)
Ill post in a little while
*Yay!!! hehehe guess I'll bring Spiers from the dead, A rather nasty man raises up, blood all over his mouth.. and walking with a foot draggin..... "BRAAINNSSS"*
-Lt Luke Spiers
-Nickname Spunky. Due to his, lack of amusement during pilot school..
-A rather normal looking short black haired Man about.. 5'11-6'0 in hieght, kindof built.. not a TRUE marine, but a navy.. soldier.. (Yes I know a marine in technical terms is a MARINE being a ship trooper.. but yeah.. it makes no sense. never mind.) , he is the typical halo2 guy with the British/Australian accent..
-Role in halo1? will be posted.
-A quiet.. very tactical gentleman.. Pilots a longsword interceptor, did make it off the halo after it exploded and pretty much was my basis for my other rpg character, nothing much new, except no anti-banshee tank, which was a good idea and I dont care what you think!!!! jking, opinions mean alot.. as long as they aren't sexist.-
"you little bastard!! I've almost got you in my sights, quit turning!" A voice yells into their spiers headset, His wingman after a saraph scout fighter. Spiers quickly leans over and pressed a button.. "Alright, Target that scout.. we have a confirmed scout picket down, mopping up the remnants.. over, cortana what is our next listen objective." (Que part where she says Our fighters are mopping up the last of their recon picket.) A list is read over, fifteen covenant signatures, atleast two identified CCS class Cov warships inbound, objective.. Delay their actions. "Firecontrol! We need archer support! coordinate fire with Autumns! we HAVE to keep them off the ship!" spiers yells into the mic. He looks quickly over to see a longsword, limping back into formation. "You ok?" spiers says.. "No sir, I have one pretty good leak in the left port, easy fix but I wont have any menuevering.." Spiers leans back. "Go back, If we are going to engage in combat, you need to be full on.. return to base."
The longsword turns right and shoots back toward the autumn landing in a upper bay. (Same longsword MC uses to get off halo, Yes Heavy referencing.. sorry.) Spiers smirks evily.. "I got a nuke, who wants it.." He looks on at the two silver shapes getting bigger and bigger... He looks to his left, seeing two full wings of five fighters, along with his four. All about to hopefully unleash hell..
"Alright, gentlemen.. lets give these splitjawed Freaks a taste of human love!" He says right as he pushes the final launch button. Three clamps on the top drops the large cruise missile looking weapon, it drifts back, falling way behind the longsword. Not even a second later, the engine sparks, sending the missile almost instantly up to 350 mph, accelerating by 100mph every second or so.. Spiers looks out the left side and sees the huge white flash as it bursts onto the shield of the cruiser taking the shield down almost instantly.. "Engage! I repeat Engage!" Another nuke slams into the hull.. More capital ships appear.. "Two cruisers down!!" he hears.. "Good! keep firing!" spiers yells back.. "Incoming fighters! 8oclock yaxis!! Spiers looks up..
"Shit!" he swings his fighter around to engage them, protecting still nuke armed fighters.. Spiers swings around, firing the minature mac guns on the body of the fighter, blowing a saraph right in two. he gets a locking tone for a missile and quickly fires it.. "Eat it!" he says as the contrail of the missile goes right past the seraph. "Damnit! last missile too!" he quickly turns as the seraph gets on his tail, firing its weapons at his fighter.. he rolls right, then left.. tries a split S menuever to no avail, however he sees the contrail of his missile he fired, and goes strieght for it.. the missile locks onto his plane.. but he pulls up just in time for it to miss his underside by about seven feet, the seraph however, takes the missile about 7 feet into its cockpit before it explodes.. A gentle grin is seen.
"Sir! three cruisers down! archers hitting the fourth, we have orders to return.." Spiers looks over. "Roger, squadron attain formation.. loss report.." (At this point cortana does the "I'm happy with three.. Make that four kills."😉 Of the 15 fighters that went out to engage, seven returned.. six of which where out of the battle, the seventh being the one that spiers sent back. Spiers and the other six fighters gun it for the autumn which is quickly being surrounded by enemy vessels. spiers sees a direct his from a plasma battery hit the Area the main cannons fire array would be.. as well as numerous bursts along the side of the ship.
"Are we gonna land on it?!" a wingman says.. "Hell no! that's crazy!" another replies.. "Sir, I'm almost out of fuel.. Sir.." spiers looks down to see his own isn't doing nearly as well.. "I think keyes is gonna land on this.. giant.. ring thing.. I say we land there and meet up with any survivors.. thats if the covvies dont burn the planet like they did reach.." The reality sets in with the other pilots, realizing, this is probobly the end of the line.
After seeing the ship dive into the atmosphere, Spiers lines his fighter up alongside a Pelican that has recently evac'd.. Pelican Echo 419 and Pelican Delta 224. The squadron of six moves in, attains escorting patterns, and luckily makes it down to the surface.. He looks around as they descent through the atmosphere, Contrails everywhere.. life boats..
(Sorry to get ahead of you guys but since I'm not ON the ship, I figured Id get to the part where I'd be starting with you guys. And yes, I'ma meet the cheif real soon!!! mwehaha)
Atkins ran through the halls with a small group of marines. For many of the soldiers it was their first encounter with the elites they were lucky enough not to have faced them before. Atkins had fought them many times though. Sometimes just small missions but still they were deadly. He had been at the job for years now and it showed he had scars running down his face everyone noticed them but no one would ever say anything. Another marine hit the floor the elites were surrounding them on both sides. Atkins took his pistol and began firing like mad. Though they were small the pistols were surprisingly powerful. The elites were falling one by one and so were his marines. Plasma blasts streamed by his face not fazing him the least bit. The lights were bright and used to take off his aim but he got used to it. They elites shields had died down and they began falling like flies. Once the group of the elites were down they ran down to the escape pods but it wasn't an easy task at all. Atkins was sure they would make it they had a spartan on board no mere elite could kill it. Atkins into the cafeteria where Sgt. Johnson was. Most of the covenant forces in the area had been wiped out but a few grunts had lagged behind. Though grunts were weak some marines were having trouble with them. Atkins shot down the rest of them with the help of the other marines. He came up to Sgt. Johnson "Sgt. I'm going to leave the rest of these marines under your command I'm not good at keeping people alive making things dead is more my style you know," Atkins said with a smirk on his face. Sarge nodded laughing. Atkins ran out of the cafeteria to kill some more alien scum
(i didnt read the last few pages so if i did anything wrong just tell me)