Ten grunted as she picked him up, he was surpised she could, be weighed one and a half tonnes in his armor. "I'll be combat ready soon...and yeah, I can move." He said, determined to do things on his own. He pushed off over her, and leaned with his back against the wall. "We dont..." He said through ragged breaths. "Go any further...without the rest...of the team..."
"Agreed." She spoke, watching him in concern.
Raevynn took the spare time to tend to her own wounds, which had gone unmended for quite some time. She reached under her chest plate for her shoulder. A hole had been ripped in the matte black underarmor from an energy sword. Her hand came up soaked in fresh blood.
She carefully sat down and took out a small tube of biofome. It would hold the hole in her shoulder closed for the time being.
(wow, "wouldn't be a halo rp without you".. sure does make me feel needed..)
Davaran looked to keroth once again.. seeing the events at the door, keroth looked to shxzalor and Tekka, The three elites move in to assist.. Keroth looks down at Raevyyn. "We aren't foes this time.." He hands her a covenant Health stabilizer. "alright brothers, We need to buy safety for our friends!" The three elites begin to pull upward... Acknowledging that without tens push They'd never have got to start, After pushing for some time, davaran and numerous marines raise to the challenge and begin pushing.. A few minutes go by, and the crack of metal is heard.. then the screetch of bending metal, also the sound of the two metal hinges make a distinct cracking sound.. Finally, after A final effort, it bursts.. revealing the room inside...... Keroth looks to davaran once again, "See.. If we had a pack of grunts, we'd have never gotten through this door, I admire humans more than ever now, Supposedly the evil of the universe, is simply another race trying to survive.. It angers me." Davaran replies, "Everyone makes mistakes keroth, Everyone does, including myself." "What do you mean?" keroth asks.. "I used to be a pilot, like you.. But I crashed a pelican killing five marines.. I found out it wasn't my fault, but it shook me.. why did I have to survive.. and they die." Keroth returns, " Like you said, everyone makes mistakes.. But it would seem fate had another path in store for you... had you continued to be a pilot, we'd have never met." Davaran breaks a slight smile. "Ten? you alright?" He kneels down. "I've worked with spartan mk1 armor before, it shouldn't be too different, if you dont mind, I can possibly help you out... maybe make a few tweaks.. if you're game." His smirk is one of evil and excitement.
(lol, if you want to hear that too you'll have to leave and not come back for a long time, and I don't think your as obsessed with halo as she is. ^_^)
Ten shook his head, "No, this armor looks the same as Mark 6 on the outside, but only PsyCore can work on it, and a few other trained personelle, there's too much nanites and other equipment inside, and you don't need to work on it. It was designed for this. I'll be able to stand in a minute."
Shxzalor flexed his arms, the door had been tough, but with all three of his bothers working at it, it wasn't overly difficult. He turned to Ten and walked over, holding out a hand. Ten grabbed it, and Shxzalor grunted, pulling the Spartan to his feet. "You could have waited for us." He said.
"No...the handholds I created...none of you could have. My armor was re-designed for my added strength. It's much more durable. I don't even know what it's made of." Ten said.
Tekka looked around, and grunted, "Well it looks like we'll be working with these humans for quite some time." He turned to the remaining grunts, and the other Elite in blue armor that had come with them. The fourth Elite could have helped them, but there was not enough room. The Elite in blue armor walked forward and gazed down the hallway, farther down was another door. The Grunts cautiously walked forward, and peered down as well. "Is it safe?" One of them asked.
Both Tekka and the Cobalt Elite responded, "I don't know." Shxzalor mandible clicked shut.
"It should be. But PsyCore are paranoid." Ten said, regaining his balance.
One of the Grunts sqeaked, "Only one way we can find out..." He said, and waddled forward a few steps into the dimly lit hallway, "I check. It not look to dangerous, I expendable." It said, and waddled fearfully down the hallway. It's footsteps echoed until it reached the door at the bottom. Then it jumped and shouted. Ten, Shxzalor, the grunts and the blue elite followed. The door behind the grunt opened, and it jumped, spinning around. It laughed. Ten came up behind the grunt and looked into the room. It was a perfect cube, about fifty feet wide, and totally empty. There was no door on the other side. "This looks farmilir. We just go in and wait." He said, walking into the room.
The squad had not yet gone into the structure and was outside.There was a fallen tree nearby and some of the marines had pushed it near the door.The group started to place shields around.the squad of 10 (?)
was ready for a attack.They had covered thier position by uprooting some bushes around and made some light camo.The shield walls were in place and one position in a big branch was left for the MG.
The marines were adding onto it by getting branches and the like.The marines dropped thier packs a while back near a road to confuse the covenant.
They were ready for any sort of attack.
Davaran slowly steps in right behind Shxzalor, his carbines barrel moving from left to right as davarans gaze goes from one side to the other, right behind him, the black/silverish Ornate Elite keroth slowly moves up with the battle rifle he Procured earlier on.. A silence fills the room..
"What is this place?" Davaran asks to Shxzalor, looking for an answer, right beside the renwed Ten.. "this is really odd, kindof... boring if you ask me says davaran.. Keroth looks at him, his mandibles open up as if he were to say something, but then he just bows his head and continues walking. Behind him around three marines and the grunts followed.. It was mildly strange, the room was cold.. davaran noted, as he could see his breath.
Raevynn stands silently behind ten. Her left eye glows a soft blue as she peers down the eerie hallway. She felt a sense of insecurity here... a primitive instinct that she was trained to subdue; but the spartan could not ignore it. Something in her mind told her she was not ment to be here, it was an animal like feeling that told her to go back, but she was not afraid of it.
Shxzalor slowly clenched his hands into fists, taking a step back his head swung slowly left, then right, he grunted. "This does not feel right. I don't think were supposed to be here. There is a feelling tugging at the back of my mind, telling me to run." He said, but still, he held his position.
Ten nodded slowly, "Of course were not supposed to be here. This building. It's PsyCore. I can tell by the design, it brings back memories of my childhood. I'd rather have left them buried." He said, not really paying attention to what he was saying. "They probably dont want us in here. What happens next may startle you. Do your best not to move." There was a low hum, and a red wall of light passed over them, from the top, bottom, and both sides. Traversing over their bodies. Even though he was in his armor, Ten felt like he could feel the heat. There was a loud clank, and the light vanished. On the far side of the wall, a door opened so fast, it looked as though the space just appeared there. The door was made of the same material as the wall, invisible against it's surroundings. Ten eyed it for a second. "Everyone ready to go?" He asked, stepping in front of the door, his large form blocking it off, as it was only large enough for one person.
Davaran looks at the Spartan, and the other elites.. marines and so fourth.... He lowers his weapon.. "I do not fear death.." he mutters as he moves quickly ahead around ten... almost pushing him aside.. Keroth looks to ten.. "This wouldn't be the first time we've done something crazy, however... My brother shxzalor and others have had some pretty... interesting expiriences.. Remember when we were on high charity the first time? the whole.. gravity lift. incident.. Fun times.... very... fun."
Tem looked down at Davaran, who would have bounced off of the 2500 pound Spartan, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Do not...enter a PsyCore building...without clearence..." He said slowly. "They will kill you, if they can."
Shxzalor shook his head, "The Grunts need to learn to use computers better. He sent us up instead of down. I had a cuncission, and was unconcious for nearly a day." he walked up beside Ten, his head over the Spartans shoulder, looking down the hallway. "What awaits us here?"
Ten took a step forward, "I don't know...but I will go first. My shields and armor should be able to withstand any assault, if PsyCore's computers, or their men, deem us hostile, or a threat." He said, walking foward slowly, gun in hands. He reached the other end of the hall without incident. "I think-" He was cut off as two turrets ejected from each wall, dual mini-guns on each, rotating slowly. He froze, unmoving, looking at the weapons. "I thought wrong."
"Drop your weapons." A voice says through the speakers. "And line uip, single file, in the hallway. The Nano-Tech Spartan first, then the Elites, then Spartan 116, the marines, and the grunts. No sudden movements. You'll set off the defese systems."
Ten set his gun on the ground slowly, "Do as he says."
Nuron came in slowly as if he owned the place. "Officer Nuron reporting. Classified file 000-000-003-267, Authorization Nano Technology Field agent 2. Continue with inspection, suggest complete diagnostic check of Nano Spartan he has recently pulsed, and requesting personal dianostic, my aiming and stealth are inadiquet."
The voice returned, a mono-tone, and artifical one. "Authourization denied. Identity confirmed. Security clearence overridden. Insuficient command." The turrets turned to face Nuron, "Cease movement. Drop your weapon." Several lights blinked on over the turrets, and the barrels started to rotated slowly.
At the same time, another voice spoke, "Scans of the Spartan have already been completed. He is recovering as expected."
Ten looked at Nuron, "This is new." He said. A PsyCore's security clearence was very high, so they could hack into anything, and they had enough intimidation to make most people obey their commands. Usually anything would obey a PsyCore. "But, it makes sense." Except another PsyCore.
My Spartan’s Mind
Never ask for a better world
It's already serene, and it we hold
Every thought in my mind I write
Everything that I wish for tonight
So much to live for, so much to die for
Everything that we fight for
Every part of my mind, old or new
I wish that they would come true
Ringing in my metal mind
I shall not dwell upon my self
I don’t care if my thoughts unwind
Just like my emotion, left to dust upon the self
Creeping upon us in the night
No one to aid us in our plight
All we have is ourselves
Man after man, line up atop the shelves
Feel the footfalls of our shield that goes to war
Rush to battle, stand and fall
Upon the Earth place a scar
Still, they give this cause their all
For the blood of our brothers is why we cry
An impossible fight, but still we try
Through the darkness shines the light
Hold onto the chance, that survive we might
Clasped in our hands this dying hope
Tied down tight with an iron rope
We hold it close, beside our heart
Now at end, and then at start
All I will say, is that this is meant to symbolize that he wants to think og himself first, expand his humanity. But he thinks of the war, and his purpose most.
Nuron gave off a grin bigger than any of them there though possible from such a rigid man, he place his rifle down with precision and holstered his duel silent pistols from his legs, and put the 8 plasma grenades neatly in a row in front of them. Only Nuron knew about he highly technical suit glowing on the inside, it was activating some sort of data link but he did nothing in case to alarm the AI. "It good to be back around some normal people. I wonder who got stationed here. Okay people let do as the Metal Board says, we don't want to become this week's special meat delivery."
The marines but thier man weapons.But the security defenses didnt detect the plasma weapons in the packs.Also the shield walls were in the packs and some marines had thier arms inverted towards them to pull them out if things went bad.
huon called out 'This is a UNSC task force.We are a allied force that needs ammo and medical assisstance.We have wounded and must find some form of medical aid!I request allied personal to assist us.I repeat we are a allied force looking for assisstance!'
he hoped that someone was on the other end or that it wasnt a one way com channel
Reluctantly the spartan unholdstered her twin SMG's and placed them side by side on the floor in front of her, keeping her eye on the machine guns. She then proceeded to unstrap the sniper from her back and placed that on the floor as well, followed by the battle rifle. She didn't like the idea of being told what to do by this "PhyCore". As far as she was concerned they were the enemy but, but for now she had no choice.
The computer ignored Huon's words, to it they held no relavence. "Line up, you have thirty seconds." It said. The guns slowly moved back and forth, after they all had lined up, a blue wall of light appeared at one end of the room, and traversed their bodies. "Drop the packs. Scans have detected Covenant weaponry. You have ten seconds." The barrels started to rotate again. The marines reluctantly droped those as well. The far door opened so fast, again it looked like it dissapeared. Ten led them all through, they entered another room. This one, the floor was dark blue tiles, a lighter blue inbetween them, the light blue was glowing. There were several screens and consoles on the walls. Several lights and other scans followed, and then the room was silent. "PsyCore personelle, ID 000-000-003-267. Insert proper authorization pass. You have thirty seconds."
Ten grunted, "These people are sadistic."
Teh marines were worried by all the seconds there were in the time.
Huon yelled 'UNSC personal need assistance.We require that you comply.UNSC task force.Im the commander of the marine forces in this task force.
I request assistance and medical aid.We have wounded here god **** it!please respond now!'
"Shut your mouth Pilot, this is no time to worry about your men, they will be more than sufficiently taken care of after protocol has been complied with." Nuron said with ease and authority like never before. He unzipped the vest of his armour coat which everyone now saw glowing the same as the cracks between the floor panels. He placed several linkup wires to the control panel, the timer was down to 15, he took a data pad out of a vest pocket from the inside which was also wired to his vest. Removing a glove he type in several things at high speed. Just as the timer reached zero, Nuron put his hand over the screen of the data pad, "Got it..."
The entire room went white blinding everyone, even the senors and visors of the Spartans could not block out the light. "Come on everyone follow me." Nuron was down a piece as if they were in a hallway, but the light allowed for nothing but for them to see themselves and Nuron ahead of them in the white light.