Halo RPG

"Marines are people-Elites are the Covenant."

ooc: We're the Marines, Yuna. Marines, in this time at least, are soldiers who fight on the land and in space. If you already knew that, then I misinterpreted your previous post, but if you didn't, now you do! 🙂

ic: "I don't know guys," Gonzo said, his legs hanging over the side of the Warthog. "First off, they aren't trying to signal us. Second, they're staying back, even though they have a lighter load and are probably much faster. Third, we don't even know what sh!th*le planet we're on! Why would there be Marines here?"

Gonzo flipped the safety off his rifle. "I say we ambush 'em. Catch 'em coming around a corner or something and find out what exactly they're doing here."

"Whatever you say Corp, long as we dont crash this jalopy into em and get myself a broken neck in addition"

Kelly grinned leaned back, fighting back a wave of nausea

"fine, pull around a corner, stop this thing, and everyone get out and take battle positions. Mendoza, I'd like to have you in that turret when we stop, if they are hostile, try not to damage the hardware."

~sry about being so late~

Shane radioed, "Echo going down, echo going down! Cordinates 24^ N 36^ W ((you can chane it to where ever you guys are about, i just made those numbers up)) Repeat, Ech....." The radio went all fuzzy (the echo crashed)

"Damn, I didn't think any Pelicans even made it off the Fury. In any case, we gotta take care of these fellas first, and then we go help out that dropship." Gonzo chambered a round in his rifle and took cover behind the Warthog.

"Ready you're weapons!" said John.

Mendoza hoped into the bed of the Worthog and maned the M41 LAAG mounted to the 360 degree swivel mount.
"I'm more then happy to ablige Sir!" Mendoza slowly puts pressure on the trigger.

"Do we even know there covies? I mean.. when have we seen bloody Covies drivin a warthog mates?"

Commented Kelly from his position

"you know ... that's a good point ... they hate us so much they wont touch what we use ... why would they be using a worthog if they see us as the diablo?"

"Well....ready your weapons anyways! Their still mighty suspicious!"

"Let's get 'em, bitches!"

The Warthog comes speeding around the corner, blowing right past everyone before it skids to a stop 50 yards down the street. Two Marines hop out of the driver's and gunner's seats. "Hey!" the driver shouts. "What's the big deal? We've been trying to get you guys to pull over for fifteen minutes now, and when you finally do you look like you're gonna kill us"

Gonzo flips the safety back on his rifle. "They're fine, guys. That gunner was in my squad back on the Fury. How's it going, George?" George waves as the two run up to meet the group.

"We've been driving around trying to find you guys," he says. "We found your life pod and all the techies you left there, and they said you had gone out searching. They're safe now, we got 'em in a real good hiding spot, but we decided we'd try to find all of you. Looks you you found a couple others, too. So what's the plan now?"

Vlad hopes out and sais "Hey"

~Sorry I didnt post for so long~

"We don't really have a plan....so..."

I finally move the story a bit and all I get is "Hi" and "No plan"...

~Hey there~

~NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

"Alright you bloody useless Yanks, i say we go find a transmitter of some sort, bound to be some communications in this hole, and get a message orf to some of our lads, get us the hell out of here"

Kelly managed, and then carefully checked his rifle

"Yeah, thats the best, and indeed the only thing to do."