Halo Covenent

((listen up. im not gonna take this crap from some god damn 14 year old! sometimes its harder to tell when you're talking than other times. when i read it more carefully i could tell when you were talking. It's easier to tell when you're talking when ur the person actually typing it. if you just skim through the posts like i normally do u dont pay attention to every minor detail. and next time instead of trying to start my god damn temper just say where I went wrong. anyways when u switch ppl talking u usually use the enter key to separate the dialogue. its the big one on the right hand side with an arrow and the word enter on it. ))

(Well... This is all good an' well aint it?)

Wistali stirred and groaned again. He stood up, and walked over to the hunter, placing a hand on its shoulder. "Thank you brother." He said, limping off to a near by wall to slouch down on.

[] come on you two -_- Can we just start posting normal posts again??? Here I'll help. []

The monitor had led them through a maze of hallways, all while humming and cheerfully talking to himself in a miniacle way.
Finally they found themselves at what appeared to be a dead end. The floating green orb disapeared onto the other side via a small ventilation way.

"We're all gonna die!" A grunt screamed and threw himself onto the ground and began to shudder. It seemed he was right. They were trapped with no way out of this place. The group was begening to get uneasy.

"Wait. Over there, look." Jackson cut in through the murmering of the group. He pointed to a spot where the floor slopped down and underneath the floor. It was a tunnel. "Who wants to go first?" He asked sarcasticly. The smell of dead rotting flesh drifted from the tunnel.

"I will. I'll clear the way if any flood are down there." Striker said, pulling out his sword. He walked over to the tunnel and said, "Well, it's now or never!" He walked down the ramp and into the tunnel.

Originally posted by Ashiitaka
(Well... This is all good an' well aint it?)

Wistali stirred and groaned again. He stood up, and walked over to the hunter, placing a hand on its shoulder. "Thank you brother." He said, limping off to a near by wall to slouch down on.

The hunter didn't meet the elite in the eye, but rather released a hidden compartment in his fuel rod gun where in it stood a half of rugged technology. Motioning for the elite to take it, he slide it into the elites hand and simply walked away. As the hunter went to catch up with the front group, the monitor passed by, keeping his distance from the hunter. He stopped when he reached Wistali, "Tell me reclaimer, where did you get that?"

*Darrek kept up with the rest of the group. He stared into the tunnel. The smell of flesh, blood, and the small eerie noise of Infection Forms were heard, though they could not see them. Darrek looked around, his heart beating madly. He could hear the Flood, though to him, it seemed they were invisible.*

(can i have a recap now?)

((we're followin the monitor, but it went through one of those vents. we r goin in a tunnel now and are expecting flood. thats about it))

Wistali looked in his hand, then back up. "My friend gave it to me, what is it? And whats it to you?"

Raevynn followed Striker at a distance. The spartan moved with less grace than usual, but nonetheless she kept a firm grip on the SMG's trigger and kept her senses on edge. Something was in this tunnel, but they had no choice but to go through it. Injured or not, she wasn't about to slow down

Jackson followed behind her, looking over his shoulder every now and then as if sensing something behind him. Every time it turned out to be nothing.

"When are we getting out of this horrid place? Looking over my shoulder every minute gets tiring very quickly" Drekken said looking over his shoulder. The whole idea of being stalked by something and not knowing when they would attack frightened him

*Darrek went first into the tunnel. He shrugged off his supporters* I can take it from here..*They nodded and followed him from behind. He looked around a corner and finally saw them. Combat and Infection Forms were standing there, looking the other way.*

Originally posted by Vampire _Knight
Wistali looked in his hand, then back up. "My friend gave it to me, what is it? And whats it to you?"

"Why that is a Forerunner communications device. It measures the synaptic frequencies and sound receptors, and readjusts them to a suitable, if not preferred, frequency." The monitor paused seeing as he lost his guest in the translation, "It is a translation device. And it means nothing to me, in that for that is. You see this is only half of a whole," he seemed to brighten and glow as he paused to check on his inventory, "and it so happens that this library has the opposite half. If you would like, I could carry it so that in case of flood overrun, it will be safe within the confines of this library, not to mention accessible for repair?"

."Assh" A voice was heard in the swamplands. "Yes, Plo?" the transmittion responded. "We have tracked down one of the demons, as well as we have closed up on the facility. We have found tracks of humans, and one of the prints are of heavy type. Definatly a demon". Assh was heard laughing in the transmittion. "Good. Help them in any way you can, we must work for the great journey"

Plo nodded as he waved at Tekka who sat on a ghost unit. "Get of that thing and do what you do best" He said and smiled. He was in lead of the great Tekka, and this situation was to be used as much as possible. "Now tell me, Tekka. How did you survive all of that earlier. Even Assh said you had no shot of surviving. You said it, he said it, I knew it, and the rest of the fleet kneew it."

"I was lucky" Tekka crounched outside the libary, touching some footprints on the ground. "Well, well" he said as he rose up, turning his ghost of. He pulled it into hiding a bit outside the entrance, and then walked inside. He got these flashbacks, of battles that had been. He knew that he was not alone here. He looked around in this great libary and he smiled. He then gave a silent whisper to himself. "No deamon, nor man shall stand in the way of Tekka" He spoke as he walked deeper into the libary. He smiled abit more, as he had Plo behind his back. "Now Tekka, how did you have in mind that we help the humans? Assh wishes you to help in the way you help best, and I guess that is by fighting with them in the front" Plo said. Tekka laughed, gave no reply and smiled "It is payback time" he thought, and was filled with rage for every track of humankind or demon he found.

(Edit. Not humans.. Covenants. I was abit tired there, but I ment covenants, for you are covenants, right?)

[Some, but there are humans present.]

[yeah.. but I was talking about the entire squad of yours, both covenants, humans and spartans and all you got in there 🙂 }

((have you posted your profile? I know you used to be in this RP but just post it again))

((ya, and only use one character plz. three seems like a bit much. but there are no non-spartan humans here, just spartans))

Originally posted by AOR
"Why that is a Forerunner communications device. It measures the synaptic frequencies and sound receptors, and readjusts them to a suitable, if not preferred, frequency." The monitor paused seeing as he lost his guest in the translation, "It is a translation device. And it means nothing to me, in that for that is. You see this is only half of a whole," he seemed to brighten and glow as he paused to check on his inventory, "and it so happens that this library has the opposite half. If you would like, I could carry it so that in case of flood overrun, it will be safe within the confines of this library, not to mention accessible for repair?"

"Aye, that will be good." He said, handing it over. Almost instantly he understood what was for. He had no clue hunters could talk, and if he was right in his hypothesis, than it would be awesome to him.