Halo RPG

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"Good job, That'll stop them for a while, it held nuclear waste, and we were banking on it exploding, it'll make that base quite inhabitable for some times..."

She leaned back against the pelican's metalic surface and ran her hand through her dark hair. "So now what? Where exactly is this thing taking us?"

"I have no Idea" Mendez answered, sitting across from 116. "Your tag is 116, i thought that was one of the original Spartans?" Mendez made idle chatter till the pelican closed its back bay door and the all to uneasy feeling of launching into space came to his stomach...

She sighed as they left the planets atmosphere. She hated flying... "It could have been." she said answering his question with a shrug. She hated to think about the number she and the others had been assighned. "I was the 116th canidate observed for the SpartanIII program. There were atleast 200 of us who were under observation, but only a handfull were chosen to be trained." This was the first time she had explained this to anyone. No one had ever questioned her. No one really even knew the nature behind the Spartan program. She wasn't even sure if the marine would understand a word she was saying. 116. The number rang in her ears. She had been branded with that number like an animal, and it became a part of her. Now it wasnt just a number, it was like a name. Her gaze drifted to the floor she once again was reminded of the past.

She sighed as they left the planets atmosphere. She hated flying... "It could have been." she said answering his question with a shrug. She hated to think about the number she and the others had been assighned. "I was the 116th canidate observed for the SpartanIII program. There were atleast 200 of us who were under observation, but only a handfull were chosen to be trained." This was the first time she had explained this to anyone. No one had ever questioned her. No one really even knew the nature behind the Spartan program. She wasn't even sure if the marine would understand a word she was saying. 116. The number rang in her ears. She had been branded with that number like an animal, and it became a part of her. Now it wasnt just a number, it was like a name. Her gaze drifted to the floor she once again was reminded of the past.

At the same time, not faar away.
"Ah. Humans" Tekka said as he watched trough the window of the battlecruiser. "Make the first squad ready to fetch that human ship" Tekka said and smiled in his great cruiser. He knew these humans was alive for a reason. They were good enough to be so, and therefore they will not be hunted down like animals. He liked competition. "Bring them to me.. ALIVE!" he said as an smaller transportship was launched from the cruiser.

[]haha nice! finaly some excitment =P[]

The Spartan felt a strage feeling in the pit of her stomach as she sat there staring at the deck of the pelican. Something wasn't right.

Name:Tekka
Age: Unknown.
Class: Elite
Armour: Heavy Elite Armour class B. Orange with an orange helmet and a cross on his shoulder showing he was one of the crusaders.
Equipment and skills with it: Cloaking Device, Plasma Rifle and Force Sword.

The transport stopped as close the pelican as possible, and slowly the doors of the transport opened. The regular covenant warcry came out. "Wohha whoaa whoa" and some elites jumped from their ship towards the humans. "Tekka wants them alive!" one of them said.

The dropship was uneasy, and soon her worries were confirmed as the AI implanted at the base of her skull biped up in alert. " The pilots have picked up an approach signature from a covenant class squadron fighter. You know as well as I do what this means."
The AI was right... there was definatly more than one of them out there, and a pelican dropship was no match for them.

[]heh, i posted a little late.[]
She heard a loud thud as something slammed into the ship. They were being boarded? But why? Such a small dropship could hold no importance to them... they must have wanted something else. She stood up and pulled her pistol from its holdster. Yelling was heard from the cockpit of the ship.

The covenants did not fire, since the humans did not make any thing to defend themself. four of the elites was standing in the pelican and secured the area. three of them were guarding them as the fourth was searching for any unpleasant suprises.

[Oh.. wait.. did not see your newest post]

[I change my last post.. hold on 😛]

four elites was charging into the pelican with jetpacks and plasma rifles. A human came running to one of them and the covenant striked him down with a melee strike. "WE NEED THEM ALIVE!" one of them shouted. The human had just fainted but was very much alive. They walked in a line towards the crew of the pelican with their rifles pulled.

The Spartan watched in rage as the elite bashed the marine with his plasma weapon. She couldn't get a clear shot at him with all the marines in the way, so she ran at the nearest elite and tackled him to the ground. The elite dropped his weapon and it skidded across the deck and out of reach. She pinned him to the ground and started to reach for her combat knife at her waiste.

The elite laying on the ground screamed "YAYWAH!" as another one attacked her from the side, causing her to fly into the wall, then hit her in the chest with the rifle. The other two walk up to the marines as one of the marines opened fire, straight into the chest of one on the elites who fell down to the ground. The other elite quickly smashed the marines head in with the plasma rifle as he got shot down aswell. The one who hitted the girl threw himself on a marine, grabbing him. "WAAAH!" he roared as he pointed the gun at the marines head. The marine was terrified and dropped his gun. The other elite slowly standed up again, aiming a rifle at the marines. "Dont do anything stupid"

She fell to her knees as the rifle hit her chest and knocked the air out of her. She looked up and noticed them holding a marine with a gun pointed to his head. Slowly, she got to her feet, trying to think of a plan.

The other elite started to grab the marines guns, as they did not dare shoot, since they would be loosing an friend. The elite holding the marine pushed the rifle closer to the head, to show he was serious. They had forgott about the one behind them.

Raevynn steped up behind another elite. She unsheathed the combat knife, and in one swift movement she threw her arm around the elites neck, and placed the blade at his throat with the other. She had to pull him down so that he would be closer to her heigth. The alien towered over her, but she showed no sighns of fear. "Drop him." She ordered the elite holding her comrade.