Halo RPG

"mind games pathetic"
said black hawk

"Cant you for once be quiet, black hawk" he said and looked at him. He then walked up and kicked her in the chest.

"go to hell"

She caught his hoove and smiled, shoving him backwards towards the wall. "You're getting slower and slower."

"Well.. duuh.. im wounded" he said. He then stopped.. he was wounded.. wounded.. "ARGH!" he grabbed an dead marine and started to spin around. He hit the spartan with the body, and then threw it after her. He then ran straight into her putting her over his shoulder and then threw her to the ground.

She flinched as she landed on her back. It took her a matter of seconds before she regained her concenatration, and kicked the elite hard in the chest before she got back up.

As she did, the broken part of the armor scratched the wound back open. "ARGH!" he screamed and grabbed black hawk around his neck and arms. "Hey again.. missed me?" he whispered. "Dont worrie. You will be free in a mather of minutes" he looked at his wound who started to heal again.

"Guhahahaha" The grunt said as he watched his master be killed. "Tekka, Must save?" He said, then thought about Kiyo's words, "Tekka be mean!" He pushed the throttle forward and shook the ship, sending the Elite off balance.

"TAKE IT EASY, GRUNT!" he shouted madly as he was very close of cutting the throat of his life ensurance. He regained balance. "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, SLAVE!?" he said madly to the grunt.

*Dennis and the abandoned Grunt sat looking over their situation and trying to use their communicator's* Damnit..nothing.*said Dennis. The grunt shook his head* They jammed our signals!

She watched the elite. Everytime he got hurt he needed time to heal himself. That was more than an advantage. The spartan stood waiting and thinking. She needed to get that marine away from him.

Originally posted by SilentWolf
[]eh... it matters. Spartans arent very numerous, and we barely have any marines. Do you know alot about halo?[]

[]lol, yea a seargent would be better. The game doesnt let you know too much about the Spartans. okay as for the plot... me and basicly everyone else are in space onboard a pelican. My Spartan is fighting the-unforgiven's elite while vathu waits in the cockpit with the grunt pilot. diabloprimeevil is also in the fight with me and the elite, but hes injured and the elite is just using him as a sheild. Killer dennis is still on earth because he got left behind when the grunt sort of hijacked the pelican. You could meet up with killer dennis on earth, that would be a good place for you to jump in[]

"Stupid Leet!" Yuki Pi said to himself, and pulled back, the pelican slowing down as the elite toppled over "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Said Tekka (sorry). The grunt threw a wrench backwards as it clanged off of Tekka's helmet. "OoOoO sowwy!" He yelled back sarcastically..

Kiyo didn't understand him but he understood that he was being sarcastic. He coughed a little. "Heh, good one." He said laughing. "Don't worry if he comes up here, I'll gladly put up a fight."

*The Spartan tried his signal again* Spartan-116, this is Spartan-115, do you read, over. *He waited for a response*

She laughed, and used the grunts distraction to her advantage. She tackled the elite and held him down using her whole body. "Hurry get to the cock pit!" She ordered the marine who the elite had been using as a human shield.

*It had begun snowing a few days ago, and Dennis had heat inside his suit, but the Grunt died from freezing. Dennis said again* Spartan-116 pick up! Damnit pick up! *sigh*..It's no use..so this is how it ends..I die here on Earth from starvation..

Major Sergeant John Clark leaned into the cockpit, staring at the frost-ridden land.

He was the in-chief commander of the outpost that just so happened to stumble along a certain frequency at which a Spartan, out of all soldiers of the UNSC, had been broadcasting.
"But sir," one of the marines had protested. "It's already been a few days. He might already be dead."
Their communications had been knocked out. They could still recieve, but not transmit. So Major Clark had loaded up a Pelican with a half-dozen crates of various things; medical supplies, food, water, extra fuel canisters, and of course, weapons and ammo. The dozen or so marines had suited up eagerly and boarded. Even now, they checked and rechecked their guns.

"Any sign of that signal, soldier?"
"Yes, sir." the pilot said. "Bearing 158. Fifteen klicks out and closing."
"Excellent." Clark said, smiling grimly. "We'll get to see the Spartan yet, son."

Tekka got angry when the marine ran of. This battle was out of his hand when he was wounded. He angry and grabbed the broken doors to the cockpit. He then walked in and sealed it with his plasmarifle. would not hold for long. He looked angry at the marines inside. He walked up to the grunt. "STUPIT GRUNT!" he said and slammed the grunt to the ground and kicked him of. He then searched the marines for guns. After making them clear he looked them in their eyes. "Dont make anything stupid" he said as he sat down to control the ship.