Halo RPG

*Dennis winced a bit. His neck was being bandaged*

Kiyo watched Dennis being dragged into the medical bay. "Is he OK?" He asked. "What did this to him?"

The ship blowsup and everyone dies! 💃

.....Um....No =| ....Dude that was really gay, and I laugh at your bad grammer

[]lol were not ina ship anyways...[]

She turned to face him and his questions. "A plasma grenade I guess. I found him half dead."

"Lucky bastard." He said. "I Haven't seen someone survive a plasma to the head since I joined." Kiyo walks off to the bunk tents. He slowly nods off, and dreams about a covenant assault on the main camp. He sees a covenant sniper aiming at something but he can't make it out, he then sees a spartan in armor with its helmet off giving orders to a few marines....Rae!?. He suddenly wakes up and walks to Rae's quarters."Rae!" He whispered. " Rae,I need to talk to you!"

She sits up and looks at him. "What is it?"

"I had a dream of a assault at dawn, but I dont think it was a dream, I think it was a vision...or something, You know?"He said in a hurried whisper. "But only me you and dennis survived the attack. But one of us was badly injured and I couldnt make of who it was."

She yawned and blinked to clear her vision. "Dont worry about it. Im sure it was just a dream. Besides, these marines are tough, they can handle almost anything the covenant could throw at them."

She then noticed the serious look in his eyes. "If you're so worried about it, you can stay here with me. We'll be fine."

-Can I join? Pm me with the word delete and a small reason, please if i shouldn't-

Mendez walked down a hall, a scar on the left face where a needler shot came close to killing him. He winces on every left step unnoticebly, where a plasma burn chared his skin beyond recognition. His green fatigues shwish slightly as he walks around, his battle armor pocked with signs of battle, a clip jingles lightly from the side. His helmet under his arm, he salutes to the tent officials.
"Sir, I was only doing my duty, you can't condemn a marine for that." PFC Mendez argued.
"I can still yell at you for killing twenty of my marines dammit!" The officer yelled and dismissed Mendez.

Mendez had just returned from a botched mission where his entire platoon minus two people survived; himself and a seriously wounded friend.

[]FINALY! Someone joins. No by all means continue, and try and interact with some of the others so that we can get this thing going[]

The Spartan looked out her window. The sun was due to rise soon, and she would never get back to sleep. "Just get some rest." she said to soldier before slinging her sniper across her back and leaving the tent. She wandered out past the med tent. She stared at it and felt a slight pinge of sorrow for all the wounded. Why them?

Brushes past a women coming out of a medical tent, a grenade falling off his jacket as he does so. He stops to pick it up, and salutes "Pardon M'am." He says as he starts to walk away his battle rifle slung across his back swaying slightly, the strap not quite tight against him.

Raevynn looked at the rough looking marine. She returned the salute, and watched him walk off. His rifle was sloppily hung across his back and showed he was probably an easy going soldier. He looked like he had seen even more battles than she had. She respected that.

Mendez walked sluggishly back toward his barracks, he unslung the rifle and hung it from the bunk post. He climbed into the lower bunk, but didn't go to sleep, it would be a long time before he ever slept again...

Mendez finally dozed off, but he slept restlessly, his dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at his soul. His dreams were filled with charging grunts, defending jackals, and the ever deadly, multi jawed face of an elite, breathing against him, as it swept its sword, cutting Mendez's best friend in half, he ran from it, leaving his dead friend behind to be consumed in the after battle carnage that the covenant left behind them. He hoped that he too would not find the same kind of fate, but knew that it was a too real possibility.

Raevynn had received no orders, and without orders, she had nothing to do. She wandered off towards the edge of the cliff, where she sat down on a large rock and propped her head up with her hand. As she watched the sky she thought about her past. Full of death and destruction. Taken from her home in the dead of night at a young age and forced to train in the brutal task of becoming a spartan. Sometimes she just couldn't help but wonder why she was the only one of her kind left. The SpartanIII's should have been a sucess, but now they were only a memory now.

Mendez awakes suddenly, a cold sweat drenching him from head to toe. The barracks was eerily quite, even for the dead of night, as though everyone had slept, even the insects.

Mendez groggily walked out of the barracks, being careful not to wake anyone. He walks toward a ledge until he sees another, a shadowy figure sitting on a rock. Mendez, being only a PFC, didn't know their rank, so he started to walk off the other way.

Gilramous watches as Mendez walks awway from him,intrigued

(new here am i doing this right)

(yea, just try to make post a little longer, and give a brief description of your character in your next post)

Mendez walked away sullenly. He stops at the other side of the base and sits on the edge, unbeknownest of the not so far away spartan, he sighs and checks his pistol, loaded but on safety until his finger print is verified on the microcomputer inside the weapon.

Raevynn perks up and is brought back to reality by a noise not too far off. Her Enhanced eye sight allows her to see cleary in the dark where most ordniary humans cant. The marine from earlier is sitting down with a pistol. She raises to her feet, her Mark7 battle armor making no noise at all as she starts to walk towards him. Once she is a good 6 feet from him, she speaks. "Shouldn't you be getting some rest, soldier?"