Raevynn spotted a strange looking elite just a few meters away that appeared to be in some trouble. A jackal stood with its back to her, over charging its plasma pistol which was pointed at the alien. She never did like any thing that had to do with the covenant, but nevertheless this elite seemed to be on her side.
The spartan quickly strapped the sniper to her back and unsheathed a large combat knife from her thigh as she silently ran at the enemy. In one swift movement she wrapped her arm around the jackals neck and pulled up, choking him and causing his shot to sizzle past the elite and hit a nearby boulder. With the other arm she pressed the cold blade to the creatures neck and listened to him screech in anger for a few seconds. She smiled before sliding the knife across his throat and turning his screech into a muffled gurgle as he drowned in his own blood.
Originally posted by theevilgood
(Zeshi Nensan)
I charged into the frey, slashing, and blocking. After killing a couple of brutes, I noticed a jackal aiming at me. I shoved my shield in the way just in time. I dropped the shield, now useless, and muttered, "Oh, s***"
"Damn" Atkins yelled as a plasma beam zipped by him cutting the edge of his face, a small ounce of blood slowly made its way down his face. Atkins quickly jumped too cover behind a tree once he saw a pack of brutes coming his way. He looked over too see a large group of marines some carrying enemy weapons others carrying powerful weapons like sniper rifles. Atkins would have left to their aide but he was defenseless no longer did he have a helmet or body armor. Slowly the marines were being beaten but not without taking down their share of brutes. But the brutes had a group of jackals as well though they killed the jackals and took their shields for their own use. Then a marine ran up with a missile launcher and fired killing the brutes. Atkins silently cheered. He laughed a bit and saw a spartan had arrived from wherever they had been.
“Ten.” Nuron said, “You can’t give up…you have too much at stake. You have future! You passed your expectations. Look at who you’ve become. You’re a human being. Not an automaton, or a slave. Your own emotions, you own personality. You have people up there counting on you. You have friends who don’t want to see you die. You have a life, a life that you must live.”
Ten blinked, shaking his head as he took in Nuron’s words. He couldn’t talk, this was too much at once. But he started to tense, then looked up at the Elite, who was raising his sword to take the Spartan down in one strike.
Nuron slowly slid his hand under the outside layer of his uniform, “I can help you. But I need your blessing.” He eyed Ten, who very slightly nodded.
Two very small electric bolts traversed across Ten’s armor, one down his arm, the other across his visor. Ten eyed it travel across his vision, then he looked at the Elite, and he narrowed his eyes. The hum of the plasma sword shot into a different level of intensity as the Elite swung. Ten brought his hands up, stopping the blade inches from his visor. The Elite grunted and started pushing with both arms, shaking with the exertion. Ten gritted his teeth, “Today you f***ing alien…I am going to show you…the fury that is all mankind.” He gave a colossal push with both arms, using all his strength. The Elite flew into the air, landing on a table crashing through all the supplies, one of the carts holding medical supplies fell over spilling the contents. The Elite landed hard on his side.
Ten leaped to his feet, then he charged over the table, the loud sound of metal rung throughout the room as the blades shot from his wrist armor. Two blades per wrist, and serrated to the perfect shape, and made of the same metal as his combat knife, in this fight, they were his weapon. He landed, slamming his boot into the floor, but the Elite rolled to the side, just in time and Ten’s boot passed through the floor into the circuitry below. The Elite swung, hoping to take of his leg, but Ten spun, his blades knocking the sword back, then charged, using his weapons with expert grace, using his skill over his strength.
The Elite was falling back, blocking Ten’s two pronged onslaught, his own blade a blur as he desperately tried to keep himself from behind injured. The glow of the sword let Ten’s face up from the bottom, and with the constant move of the sword, the effect really made him look like he “demon” the Covenant had called him. A spray of blood and purple liquid spattered over his chest. His energy shields ignored the blood and it spattered over his chest armor, slowly flowing downward toward the floor. The Elite grunted, and fell backwards, dropping the sword, his arm sliced off, and a deep gash through his chest.
The hiss of the opening door caught Ten’s attention, and he turned to look at the door. The distorted blurs entering the room was reflected clearly on his visor as the three Elite’s walked into the room. The rest of the squad had arrived. Ten reached down and tossed Nuron the sword, who caught it out of the air easily. Then he radioed for backup, “This is Spartan 010, three special operations Elite just entered the lab in the facility. Any backup you can send down would be appreciated.”
The Elite’s uncloaked, and ignited their swords. Ten turned to look at Nuron, then back at his adversaries, moving into a defensive stance, he held his blades up. They were charred slightly darker in some places, but were still as sharp as the first day they were installed into his armor. “Your demon is waiting.”
The WarHawk Transport
The WarHawk transport is the joint UNSC/PsyCore creation, and while is still just starting production, its new design will soon replace the Pelican. While at the same basic shape, it is black, sleek, and slightly larger than it’s older counterpart. Using small-scale black fusion reactors, the WarHawk has a very long supply of energy, and can achieve speeds nearly twice as fast as it’s older version. Covered in a thick skin of armor, any projectile or explosion will be repelled; a polyamerous coating working with the manipulation of particles is resistant against energy weapons. The coating and armor are both designed to withstand a startlingly high maximum temperature, since they are designed for any entry for a planet, from a three time orbital insertion, to a free fall terminal drop. Mini rapid fire MAC cannons are situated on the top and bottom of the WarHawk, housed in small turrets capable of shooting any flat or upward angle, giving the craft 85% coverage. The weapons are capable of eliminating Covenant fighter pursuit, and are quite capable of anti-armor, however a short ammo supply forces the gunner to be conservative of his ammo supply. An anti-infantry machine gun is also housed in the bottom turret, with a longer ammo supply.
Hint: Because of the nature of the WarHawk transport’s engines, it is capable of propelling itself underwater. Small energy shields that allow things out, but not in, protect the engines themselves. A second model, known as the ShadowHawk is capable of both flight and underwater transport. Slightly larger, and with no weapons, there are very few of these compared to the normal model.
Atkins was once again in a tight spot he found himself climbing up a tree to avoid being seen by the two brutes left from the earlier battle. Coincidently there was a sniper perfectly blended with the leaves on the tree. Atkins bumped into him by accident. The sniper shot one of the Brutes in the back of the head it hit the ground. The other one just snarled unlike the other it had a helmet snug on its head. It looked at trees in the area not thinking too look up but then again brutes werent known for their knowledge. Finally the branch that the sniper was on began to break cracking slow and silent. The sniper looked over at Atkins. "Here," He said handing Atkins a pistol. It wasnt a battle rifle but he would have to make due. After awhile the brute stopped looking and the sniper shot at his head. The armor stopped it. And the brute turned immediatly towards the tree the sniper was in. The branch broke Atkins was able to hold on he grabbed the sniper's hand to stop him from falling. But slowly Atkins grip began to fail the brute just stood waiting. Finally the sniper fell. The brute laughed slamming him into the tree which was now rocking back in forth the brute hit it hard making the roots break it began to lean over. The brute tossed the sniper into the tree making it fall over. Atkins leg was pinned under the massive tree. He yelled and screamed for assistance the brute came up to him and taunted him knowing he didnt have the power to escape. Atkins pulled up the pistol and shot the brute several times at the head but he was losing some blood from being cut by a branch or he thought he really didnt remember but anyways his vision growed blurry. But wherever he shot the broot it wasnt the head. He was too weak to fight back, the Brute lifted the tree to be able to inflict more pain. He reached down picking up Atkins by the head. Suddnely a bullet flew through the brute's heart followed by several more. Blood came from his mouth and he fell. The sniper hadnt died but he was hurt as well. He dragged Atkins off from the scene to help Atkins and himself.
The Covenant Apparation Tank
One of the more advanced pieces of military ordinance in the Covenant military, the Apparation Tank is a light multi purpose tank. Roughly the same size as a Warthog, but with a more compact shape, the length is more equal on all three axis, it’s about the same length as the hog, but taller, just over half the size of the Wraith Tank.
Possessing the same roundness as the other Covenant tanks, it has two long, but bulbous projections on either side, sticking out about one to two feet at their thickest point (about three feet from the front), they narrow until they disappear into the side of the tank, and are about ¾ of a foot at the front. These house the Mirage tanks forward shooting weapons. They fire ammo that looks much like the wraith tanks attack though with a longer tail, and only a fraction of the size. These travel about the same speed as an arcing fuel rod shot from a hunter, but they are a light bluish white color, and do not arc.
Most effective against light armor and light defense positions, the Apparition can take on a larger tank, but it’s light shields and armor make it an easy target, if it can be hit. So using this light tank against its heavier counter parts is ill advised. However they can be effective if more than one is used against it’s target.
Lightly armored, the Covenant Apparation tank has thin energy shields around it’s armor that hug it tightly. They act just like the energy shield as an Elite, but are about two to three times as strong, which is not a lot if one dwells upon it. Also, when the shields flare, they are a constant light semi-transparent blue, they do not have the bright shapes traversing their surfaces. The armor itself on the tank is also light, so weapons fire can easily chip away at it, though it may take a while, and reveal the important tech inside.
Light in both armor and weight, the Covenant tank is also very maneuverable. It’s maximum speed on a flat surface is about half way between a Ghost that’s boosting and a Ghost that’s not. It’s slows significantly as the terrain gets much rougher. It has powerful maneuvering gravity thrusters that allow it to travel side to side and backwards at a startling rate, making it a hard target for other tanks.
The Covenant Mirage
Much like it’s brother the Apparition, the Covenant Mirage carries nearly the same shape and size and everything else, except it has 5 anti-infantry rapid fire plasma cannons. The tank is a more purplish green than blue, as the Mirage tank is blue.
The Mirage is an Apparation tank fitted for anti infantry use. Like the Apparation, it has a fully capable active camo, which is why the two tanks carry the names they have. Symbolizing their appearance, which is cloaked.
When the Mirage fires, only the guns and the area around them is seen, fading out into blur again, giving the appearance of some guns floating in the air, semi transparent at the edges and solid in the center, hence the name Mirage. When the Apparation fires, the higher displacement of the more powerful weapons briefly reveal nearly the entire tank.
Both tanks are near flat for a section at the back where the two to three man crew enter the vehicle.
(Change of plans, they destroyed one Covvie ship, but the other survived.”
Up on the Razor’s Kiss, the Captain was giving the orders, “Commander, get the marines ready, send down three Pelicans, Thacker, I want us along side the Iron Fist to help them repel boarders, the Covenant ship has no engines, but it can get them back up. We can’t get their AI back unless we help them first, we don’t have the capability on our own, our only ODST squad is down on the surface.”
Back in the hangar, the Sergeant nodded, “Roger.” He said to the orders, “OK Marines! Saddle up, Omega, bird one, Epsilon, bird two, Nighthawk, bird three. Move it! Go!” He said, hopping onto his own pelican and strapping in.
Raevynn threw the jackals corpse aside as the transmission came in from ten. She was about to make her way back towards the entrance when she spotted two wounded making their way out of the battle.
She flicked the bloodied knife and watched as the purple gore spattered in a straight line on the ground. After sheathing the blade she shouldered her S2AM sniper rifle and went to work looking after the two injured. Surely something would notice them. Ten was with Nuron... She hoped they would make it out in one piece.
sry, but every time I get on here, I can never get enough time to make a decent post
(Zeshi Nensan)
I looked around. I followed a couple of soldiers to the entrance of the base. I was hindered as I tried to enter. "What are you doing here," they said. I stuck a gun to their faces, "Killing you if you don't step aside." I looked back towards where I had come from, hoping one of my brothers would appear to tell them off.
Name: Mike "The Brute" Hawkins
Known as:
Brute
Age:
18
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Big. Hairy. 6' 10" of muscle, bone, and hair. Oh, and a bit of brain thrown in.
Occupation:
Marine, stationed aboard the Razor's Kiss.
Rank:
Private. Lowly, green, rookie private.
Personality:
While ordinarily a nice guy, if you're on his nice side, when he gets mad, or drunk, or both, he can get mean. Brute gets mad when the Covenant board his ship and start killing his pals. He's a big guy (did I mention that already), and used to people respecting his size. He yells when he's mad, too.
History:
Brute joined up as soon as he could, eager to help the war effort, and figuring that because of his large size and great strength, he'd be an awesome Marine and would get promoted to General in no time. Unfortunately, he's finding out that it takes more than big muscles to stay alive long enough to get promoted. . .
"OK, girls, you heard the man! Move like you're not made of jello and clay! Hawkins, Yi, you take point. Ramirez, you cover our rears. Follow path A to the main hangar. Remember, Hawkins, charging the Covenant may get you glory, but it gets you dead, too. If we make contact, find cover fast! What are you waiting for! Move!!!" The sergeant slammed his fist into Brute's back, then shook his fist out below the men's level of view. Mike shouldered his Battle Rifle and started down the corridor, Yi advancing in a crouch slightly behind him. They turned right, and then left a few hundred feet ahead. "So far, so good," thought Brute. But as they neared an intersecting corridor, Yi tapped Mike on the leg. Then Mike saw why: the backside of a grunt was just barely visible. "Sarge!" he yelled.
"Shut up, Marine, take cover now! That grunt isn't alone! We're using hand-signals here so we don't alert them!" Sgt. Jones had pulled back into a doorway, and Yi was prone, rifle at the ready. "Enemy!" screamed the grunt, as it ran away from the sound of the Marines. "Get back here you little sack of sh**!" yelled Brute, as a plasma grenade sailed out from the intersection, to land in the middle of the corridor. "Aw, crap!" he yelled, and dove to the ground.
Just after the grenade went off, a red Elite came around the corner, firing his plasma rifle, about 50 feet from Brute's position. His shots went over the Marines, who were either behind cover, or kneeling/prone. Yi opened fire, followed by the Sarge. Brute pulled the trigger and swept the rifle from side to side, spraying the corridor to the right of the Elite with three shots, and then passing over the Elite after the gun had fired. The Elite began to direct his fire downward, and then jumped to the side as his shields went down. Yi, however, had a good angle of fire, and put a cluster of shots in the Elite's head, dropping it. Then everything was quiet.
"Yi, Hawkins, move up to that intersection. There must be more around that corner, they're just waiting for us." whispered the Sgt. "And Hawkins, shoot the enemy, not the walls. Maybe you should grab that plasma rifle and sling that battle rifle until you figure out how to use it."
Brute did as he was told, and readied the rifle as Yi used a mirror to look around the corner. "Two jackals, two grunts", he signaled. The Sgt. pulled the pin on a frag grenade and shoved it, hard, around the corner on the floor. He signaled for the points to flatten themselves against the wall. Two seconds went by, and then the grenade exploded, throwing a jackal, or what was left of one, around the corner. A grunt's screaming could be heard around the corner. Brute charged around the corner, to see a lone grunt running away. He opened fire with his newfound weapon, spraying the corridor. After Mike had fired about 15 shots and the grunt had run another 30 feet, it finally dropped dead. "Nice, Marine. Next: conserving ammo. Take that spiky looking gun on the ground and keep moving. I think you'll like that one."
Twenty minutes and three skirmishes later, Zulu team reached the hangar, where a lone blue elite was trying to break down the door. The Marines hit the ground, and the Sgt. pointed to Mike's needler and made a shooting motion with his hand. The Elite was too busy attacking the door to notice Zulu team. Brute pointed the gun in the Elite's general direction, and pulled the trigger, emptying the magazine in no time. "Pink friggin' bullets!?!" Brute said, under his breath. At the sound of the shots, the Elite turned away from the door, planted his feet, and gave his battle cry. Then he noticed the first of the needler rounds about to hit his shields, and he crouched and rolled. This meant that not only was he blown up against the ceiling, he also bounced from one side of the corridor to the other when the other 19 rounds hit him, exploding twice. "OK, I like the pink bullets." said Brute. "Thought you would. It only takes about fifteen rounds to do that--the other five are just wasted. Remember lesson number two:" "Right, Sarge, conserve ammo. We goin' in now?" "That's 'Are we goin' in now, SIR!' Affirmative, Marine. Zulu, let's get in and get down. We're gonna pull those ODST's butts outta the line of fire. That's what we're here for, after all."
Keroth stands tall and proud, the sunlight glistening off his glossy blackish red armor... in his hands, the tail end of a jackel, and its upper torso in the other. he slowly drops the two halves looking at them... "This is madness... I used to command jackels in battle... and now I'm killing them.." he lowers down, thinking about if even though they were mislead by the prophets, was it still a sin to kill your former allies? was he still in the gods good graces? he turns around and sees a burnt out wraith tank about 200 feet away... three dead elites laying around it, a rather large hole from a rocket impact. "What.. have we done."
Atkins and the sniper had gotten patched up and had rested for a short time but it seemed longer from all the action. The sniper recieved the transmission so he and Atkins ran with a group of marines towards the pelican. Atkins looked behind him too see an elite tossing around a marine. Atkins ran back to help him and with him he carried a battle rifle. He came up behind the elite and wacked him in the back of the head it hit the ground still breathing but it wouldnt be any more trouble to him at least. Atkins quickly scurried to catch up with the rest
(sorry for the short post in the middle of something)