Halo: Darkness Ascendant

I stood up, and ran after the human. Before he knew it, I was in front of him, "What was that for? That marine was hindering my progress. Ask Tekka, I am, or more, choose not to be, a threat to you. Yet you hit me on the head, thinking to knock me out. This I do not appreciate. However, I am in a rather...exceptional mood at the moment, so I will not kill you. However...." I took a short gasp of breath, clutching my chest. I coughed, and blood came out. "Oh shit, I think I pushed it a little to far. I need to rest." I hacked one of the nearby panels, "Now, I'll be making my way to the infirmary. Good day." I would not give him the pleasure of adressing him as 'sir'. Soon, I had limped my way to the infirmary. "I just need a small injection of morphine, and I should be fine," I told the medic, "Even human morphine will do, my bloodstream absorbs both."

((FG725, the Ship has not yet communicated with the forces on the ground about their support. Theevilgod, the facility has been evacuated, all the personelle are fighting topside.))

((FG725, we don't know the Pelicans are coming down yet, that happens in my post.))

((Thevilgod, the facility was evacuated, the people there are all fighting topside.))

Inside the PsyCore facility the three Elite’s charged, the one in the middle was ahead of the others. Ten took this in, and spun. Kicking straight out, he caught the Elite in the chest full force. The Elite flew backwards as it’s shields collapsed and bounced off the wall, landing on it’s stomach disoriented. The other two Elites kept charging. Ten moved left, taking one, their weapons clashed together, and then Ten was only fighting two instead of three.

Up in space on the Razor’s Kiss. “Where is Nighthawk?” The Sergeant of Epsilon Squad said, standing in the back of his Pelican, watching as another squad, Zulu came into the hangar. He hopped out as the Zulu Sarge came up to him.

“Nighthawk was decimated, a squad made entirely of Elites, their gone.” The Sergeant of Zulu squad said, he turned and moved back to his squad, ordering them into the pelican. He paused as another group of Covenant entered the hangar from a different entrance, and the three Squads there moved to engage the new threat.

On the bridge captain Ford turned to his communications officer, “Contact the marines that are topside, tell them were sending down support.” He said.

”Negative sir.” The officer said, “Our main communications array took a direct hit from one of the Covenants Plasma Torpedoes, our backup is working but the marines own com systems wont be able to pick up the signal.”

The Captain didn’t hesitated, “Try anyway, we need to get coordinated.”

Back on the surface, or rather below it, Nuron saw the communications console start to beep, it was urgent. He glanced at Ten and then ran over to the console, “Report.” He said, too distracted from the battle going on right beside him to waste time with protocol.

On the Razor’s Kiss the communications officer blinked once, “This is the Iron Fist, were sending back up topside, what’s your situation.”

Nuron looked at Ten again, the Spartan was falling back.” Our situation is far from good. negative on the backup, the facilities sensors have detected a massive Covenant ground force moving toward the facility. There’s too much as stake here, and that’s not counting the facilities databanks. I’m going to send the black fusion reactor into critical. Three Pelicans, one squad to cover the drop point. We need evac.” He stopped. There was a few seconds of hesitation, and then the response as the officer confirmed the operation. Nuron grabbed his plasma sword then rushed into the battle with Ten.

A flash on the view screen caught the Captain’s attention. He eyed the Iron Fist as the allied ship grew larger out the view screen, and then several Covenant boarding craft dislodged and took off, flying back toward the Covenant vessel. “I want those dead.”

”Sorry.” Again one of his officers said, “Our weapons systems are down, we can’t take those out.”

”Damnit!” Ford shouted, and then caught himself. “So, both the Iron Fist and the Covenant ship are completely dead in space, were the only ones with any systems besides gravity, life support, and all those online. None of us has weapons, and were the only ship that can move. The only way to get our AI back or destroy it is to board the Covenant vessel, or ram our ship into it. I choose the boarding first. Captain Ford to Epsilon.”

”Yes sir.” Came the response.

Taking in all this information the Captain nodded after catching the information, he hailed the marine squads. “Send one squad down with three Pelicans to the surface to evac the forces there, send the remaining marines that aren’t tied up onto the rest of the Pelicans to board the Covenant ship. Change of plans.” He cut communications once the marines confirmed the orders

Down on the planet outside the facility, the last of the enemies were being mopped up. Tekka and Shxzalor and put away their swords along with the remaining friendly Elite (This does not include player controlled characters) and fallen back behind cover, now using their plasma rifles.

A Jackal turned to face Tekka’s position. The Elite turned his plasma rifle and fired off a long burst. The Jackal braced as he tried to hold the shield steady, the first of the plasma impacts spattering over he energy surface, the alien itself remained un affected. However the force of the shots was much to strong for the Jackal who was caught off Guard, and the nearly fell over trying to hold his shield steady, which was being knocked back and forth. The last few shots of the burst hit it’s leg. The Jackal fell. Tekka fired another burst, and the shots killed his prey.

Two Grunts charged Shxzalor’s position. Shxzalor spun, dual wielding plasma pistols, and charged up both weapons and fired. Both charged shots hit one Grunt exploding over it’s front, burning it’s face and flesh. It pitched backwards head over heals. A second later five plasma bolts struck the other grunt, and it toppled over, also dead.

Recap of this post: Three Pelicans along with one squad are coming down to evac us. Other pelicans are going to board the Covenant vessel. We all now know were getting evac. It may be confusing, PM me for any questions you may have.

(alllrighty then ill post in a bit like half an hour or so kkk or kk because kkk is just wroong)

(ok so all the marines now are aware of the dropships on there way correct?)

(Yes)

(Liquid, you can kindof control keroth to an extent seeing as you have most of the elites anyway, basic movement etc.. I'll check up on posts as often as I can, but I dont want it to be you guys waiting on me, so if you need to move my guys, go for it.)

sorry i havent been around, wrestling match. but anyways, Lt. Garrison is sounding interested in flying one of those War hawks 😄 can I be one of the dropships coming in?

"About face! Take those tangoes down before they damage the Pelicans!" Yelled Sgt. Jones to Zulu squad. Corporal Yi dropped to a crouch between two seats and began to target a Jackal's hand through the firing port in its shield. Brute rolled out the back of the Pelican and took cover behind part of the craft's hull. Three other squad members followed him down, firing as they went, while Sgt. Jones and the remaining four Marines followed Yi's lead.

The other two squads opened fire from their Pelicans, and the Covies retreated back through the doorway, leaving the Jackal that Yi had targeted, along with two Grunts who were, similarly, not in fighting condition because of the bullet holes they sported through their heads. A Grunt threw a plasma grenade through the open doorway, and it landed near Pelican 1, with Omega squad aboard, the only squad which had an angle of fire through the doorway. They were still pumping lead through the portal, and had killed the hapless Grunt as he threw the grenade. The grenade exploded, rocking the Pelican onto the port-side wing, but not substantially damaging it. Omega would be prevented from exiting, however, until they could scramble over the seats and out the door, which was now tilted on an upward angle and partially closed. Yi had already made it out the back of Bird 3 and was advancing in a crouch toward the door, angling so he would get behind Pelican 2 soon. The Marines by Mike started to dart toward Pelican 2 as well, but Mike yelled and charged toward the door, plasma rifle in his left hand and needler in his right. He passed Epsilon at a run just as they were emerging from the Pelican, and actually pushed the lead man aside with his shoulder.

"You want some of this! Come and get it, friggin' cowards! Stand and fight like men!" Brute yelled, and an Elite was happy to oblige him, sidestepping across the doorway and firing twice before stepping to the other side. One round went wide, but the other hit Brute square on his broad chest. The damage to his battle armor hardly slowed him, but it did make him think. Momentarily, the Elite stepped back in, and Mike threw himself to the deck in a flying belly flop, firing as he went from both hands. The Elite thought he had gone down from the previous shot, and stopped to let loose a roar. "Shut up! Eat some of this!" Brute yelled, and let loose the rest of the magazine of the needler, while firing the plasma rifle to the left of the door in a vaguely artistic pattern. The Elite backed up, hit the wall of the corridor behind him, and then did a duck-and-cover to his right, followed by the needler rounds. "AAAGH!" screamed one of the Grunts as the Elite exploded, taking out a Jackal and the noisy Grunt. The remaining two grunts decided to run through the doorway together, one firing a needler and the other a plasma pistol. Yi caught the one with the needler with a burst from his battle rifle, and a Marine from Epsilon finished the other.

Mike jumped up and ran to the door, looking first one way and then the other. "What'd you do, run away? You afraid of me and my GIRL GUN? C'mon, bring it!" he yelled at the empty corridor. Wearing a bemused look, Corporal Yi came up behind him. "Two for you." He pointed to the Elite, then to the dead Grunt's needler. "Needler, not girl gun." he said, turning and walking to Bird 1. "Well, the bullets are pink." said Mike. "Yeah, and it packs a hell of a punch and has spikes, just like my wife." said the Sergeant from Epsilon. "It's called a needler, too!" said one of his Marines. "Zip it and get that bird ready to fly!" replied the Sergeant. "This is Sgt. Red Hawk from Epsilon. We need a jack--scratch that--a construction lift in hangar A. We gotta right a Pelican. Hurry up, those ground-pounders are counting on us!" Mike turned from looking at the Pelican. "Sir?" he asked. "What, Marine?" snapped the Sgt, gruffly. "Becky here may be a mean gun, but these guns are illegal on 31 colonies." Brute replied, making a body building pose. "Well, I guess it's worth a try." said Sgt. Red Hawk, and then muttered "Becky! Hmph."

Brute took a stance at the tip of the Port wing, facing away, and squatted till his thighs were about two degrees from parallel with the deck. He grabbed the wingtip in back of him, grunted, and began to lift. "Grrrrr. . . Mmmmmnhph. . . AWWW!" he yelled. The Pelican rocked, but didn't right. "Omega squad, throw yourselves to the starboard side, on my three count." called the sergeant from inside Bird 1. "One, two, THREE!" Mike lifted again at that moment, as well, and the Pelican shifted and tilted, teetering on the brink of righting itself. Yi, standing below the starboard wingtip, jumped up, grabbed it, and did a quick pull-up followed by a drop, still holding on. The Pelican groaned and came down on its belly.

Stepping over to the open door, Yi picked up the two needlers, and handed them to Mike on his way back to Bird 3. "Becky." he said, lifting the one in his right hand. "Amanda." he continued, lifting the one in his left and grinning. "Yeah! Pimpin' it, baby! Two baaad girls and one man who knows how to handle 'em!" shouted Mike. "Cut the flap and get back in the boat, Hawkins. We're goin' in hot as Hades in August, so you better buckle up, reload, and hold on!" yelled Sgt. Jones, as the Pelicans lit up their engines.

(Zeshi)
I moved topside. "damnit, I'm so late with the info around here, I thought everyone was moving in." I looked around, "OH shit. I gotta get some cover."

(okay so i guess just ignore the post from yesterday)
Atkins and the sniper were all patched up. Atkins was still bleeding a bit little cuts though nothing fatal. He passed a few elites while he was running up to where a large group of marines were. But the elites didnt attack but i guess you wouldnt either if there was a large group of fully armed marines right by you.
But then again some elites arent as smart as others. A hand reached out and grabbed Atkins collar yanking him back. The sniper turned around to help Atkins the elite had Atkins by his injured leg and dragged him off running with great speed. The sniper couldnt catch up with him but just kept on running after the elite. Atkins could see the sniper running but the he was cut off by some elites and Atkins was dragged farther on. Atkins bumped his head on a rock knocking him out. Later on about ten minutes later he awoke but only to find himself tied to a tree the ropes were far too tight for him to free himself. He listened he could hear the sound of hooves coming his way. He looked over there were a few grunts guarding him they were in stealth form though. Suddenly a round of bullets went off killing one grunt then the other one. The sniper and a small group of marines had arrived they cut the ropes and ran trying to carry him quickly as possible.
The hooves were moving faster then before. The elites had reached the camp Atkins could hear them cursing at the marines. Then the hooves really went fast. Atkins could see the creatures in the distance there were about five of them. He warned the others. And the squad picked up speed. Atkins knew they wouldnt outrun the elites though not with him dragging them down. The sniper stayed behind and the others continued running . Atkins heard the gun go off and an elites yell for mercy one rare thing that is hardly ever heard. But soon the shots died out, and for a moment there was silence but the silence was broken by a blood curdling scream of Atkins friend.
Atkins wouldve went back for him but it would be to late and the sniper's sacrifice wouldve been in vain.
So The marines went on. Atkins cried for a short time tears running down his face. how did this happen this whole damn war why all the bloodshed havent enough died already Atkins thought he could hardly remember what started the whole thing all that had been on his mind lately was survival. But soon the elites had caught up and
Atkins reached for a weapon the sniper had given him it was just a mere pistol but Atkins would make sure every bullet would inflict an incredible amount of damage and pain. He ordered the marines to go on only leaving one behind it would be all the assistance he would need. Anger and hate for the elites took over his mind he would spare none and make sure that the last seconds of their life was the most painful. The leader of the group was a red elite with him he had two grunts a jackal and a blue elite. The sniper had done well in his fight but now was the time to finish it. The marine focused on the lesser creatures. Atkins shot the blue elite directly in the face the first the shots made it's shield flicker letting Atkins know he had inflicted damage upon it. He fired his seventh shot killing it. The creatures face was covered with blood and a two bullet holes. It had left a plasma rifle on the ground its single weapon fully loaded atkins didnt give it time to fire one shot. The marine with Atkins private Davis had killed the weaker creatures and foolishly ran out to confront the red elite that only carried a plasma pistol. Blood stains covered its armor though it was hard to make out. the marines came up close to him and it pulled out a plasma sword and ripped the marines body in half seperating his legs from his torso. The poor soldier was still alive suffering. His arms waving around trying to move. "Come out come out," The elite called to Atkins. Atkins realised that it was the red elite who killed his friend it had to be him. Atkins jumped out from behind a tree and started shooting frantically at the elite. It charged towards him. Atkins was out of ammo he pulled out his bloody knife covered with blood of the brute he so previously killed and charged at the elite. Atkins tossed his knife into the energy sword handle unigniting it. The elite tossed it aside. "You are mine!" The elite yelled.
The two collided in battle Atkins punched the creature across the face only hurting himself. Then the marines came back to assist again and killed the elite and saved Atkins.

Keroth looks forward, seeing davaran almost completely healed.. "Hey buddy, Luckily that standard issue marine armor caught that blast.. first time I've worn it in years.." he leans to the side, grasping a pistol. "Found this too! a old pistol, one with the small exploding shells.. quite rare, they say that other ship what was it, autumn.. winter, not sure which only had these, not the new magnums.." he smirks and looks behind keroth, seeing the burnt out tanks.. "Did you know them?" keroth gives a distinct nod... "Sorry man, It's ok.. war isn't fair.." keroth looks down upon the five foot seven inch man.. "I know, but it's.. " he looks around.. "Shxzalor! do you hear that?!" shxzalor would be quick to turn around.. "Banshees!!!" davaran dives for a crater.. "Shit shit.. shit shit shit!!!" keroth runs and ducks down beside him.. " There are.. way too many of them! atleast ten....." he sighs heavily. "My friends sure do know how to reinforce an attack, a bit late though. Wonder why."

A brute leans over, clinching the banshee control panels. The small craft slowly rolls, then levels off heading in about a 45' degree dive toward the position. The two banshees next to him fly past eachother, to confuse any gunners that may be tracking them. Another group of six slowly descend onto the position. marines wait for a few seconds, crouching near huon, who they trust.... the banshees draw nearer and nearer till the three point banshees fire off their fuel rods and pull up, sending them hurtling into the ground near the center of the position. Keroth stands up, aiming the pistol he had just grabbed from davaran, firing three shots as banshee plasma shots fire coming just short of his feet/hooves he turns shooting the pistol, the only one standing at the time. the other banshees seem to be circling waiting for their chance to strike. Keroth turns again, firing two shots.... the banshee lines up a shot, just as keroth slowly draws back his trigger finger, a matter of seconds pass just before he starts to see the fuelrod cannon charging. At that precise moment he pulls the trigger, and in a loud hum then violent explosion the banshees' peices fall to the ground, littering the landscape.. "Wow.. this weapon has a punch to it!" davaran smirks.. "I dont think it was that gun...." A line of fire begins to emerge from the trees, a steady line of white lines streaming upward into the sky. Resembling warthog shells but as if six were firing in the same direction.

The wave of gunfire moves from one banshee to another, destroying maybe five in a matter of seconds, the shock of the attack wears off as the other banshee begin to menuever. The tank emerges from the tree line.. "I'm amazed.." Davaran looks at the tank carefully.. "I guess that grenade didn't kill it after all.." keroth smirks.. "Good thing, I wonder how those warriors felt as the tank went toward them backwards?" davaran laughed.. "I guess they wanted it for themselves!" The scorpion sized tank moves into the center of the group, the massive turret in the center of the tank holds the five fixed 50' cal autocannons, all aimed onto one scope. An elite inside could be heard laughing as he mowed down the banshees left and right.. "Ha!! bastards.." The banshees take the hint and begin to flee the area.

A hatch in the front opens, a silver clad elite. and the gunner hatch opens as well... A famed elite, one who single handedly killed fifteen hunters in the taming of them. His armor a pure bright azure blue with black linings.. "Who made this vehicle.. I want to solute him!"

Davaran and the silver clad elite begin to work on replacing plates on the tank, moving thick plates from well protected areas to lesser damaged parts. The elite Trukan walks toward shxzalor, tekka and keroth.. "These humans, fear is written all over them." He looks around him, to the left at first, then right. "But it seems... they had a bit more skill then our warriors."

(hopefully, since we are going offworld soon, I think.. We'd have to leave behind my loving creation anyway.... since nuron hated it so much.... 😄 but yeah, it was made to destroy banshees, and that is exactly what it did, so now we have a mild deterrant against a future attack, but it's not heavily armored as a scorpion is, a single rocket may be all it takes.

((Sorry SupaTroopa, we don’t use the WarHawks yet. Bur your still one of the pilot’s coming in.))

The Pelican’s all shot out of the Razor’s Kiss, some of them banked toward he Covenant ship, the others hurtled down toward the planet’s surface. The pilot gritted his teeth, this was going to be rough, they were going down at a very steep angle. He turned around and looked at the marine squad in his own bird, “Hold on! This is could get a little rough.” A few minutes later, there was a bang as they entered the atmosphere, the new plating on the Pelicans resisting the heat as they started to glow red hot, the cock pit went slightly gray. The Pelicans were being bumped around, but inside it felt like a tin can in a paint mixture. The Pilots teeth smashed together as he was tossed around in his seat holding the control’s steady. They shot through the clouds, the cloud around them disappeared and rained down from the heat. Three flaming angels shooting to rescue their allies. The Pelican’s started to slow as they now saw the forest. The Pilot looked out of his window for a few seconds to see the other Pelican being held steady with expert control, he radioed them. “Damn Garrison give us rookies a chance!” He said, even though he had been through over twenty combat situations.

He commed the marines on the ground, “YEEEHAW!” He shouted, “Look to the skies! We’ve come to pull your asses out of the fire! ETA…” He glanced at his co-pilot, who was trying to get his helmet on steady, “Less than two minutes.” He finished, cuffing the back of his co-pilot’s head. “Get with the program!”

Back inside the facility the medieval battle between the Elites, Ten and Nuron was still raging.

”You know how to use that thing?” Ten shouted at Nuron over the com, after the Elites had backed off, Ten stood at another ready position. The Elite he’d floored earlier was now rising, coughing up blood, it’s chest plate was dented.

Nuron eyed the injured Elite, Ten had put all he had behind that kick and really hammered it. He looked down at the sword, “Of course.” Was all he said.

”Good.” Ten said, “The injured target it yours.” He rushed forward, and attacked the other two, drawing them away. He didn’t know of he could take on two Elites, or that Nuron could take on the other one, but he could buy enough time until backup arrived. At least he thought he could.

Ten was falling back, keeping the two blades at bay. One Elite tried to kick him in the visor, Ten saw the move coming and swung upwards, catching it’s leg taking it off it’s feet. It landed on it’s back with a thud, knocking the air out of it’s lungs. Ten had just enough time to duck as the other Elite stabbed, again at his visor. The sword plunged into the wall just above his head, Ten’s shields flared as the liquid metal dripped onto his back. He rushed forward and slammed a fist into the Elite’s chest, it staggered backwards, and Ten elbowed it’s face. It’s mandibles cracked and blood spurted. It roared in agony and staggered backwards, holding it’s two impaled mandibles. Then the two Elites charged again, and Ten was back where he started.

Topside Shxzalor finished off the Jackal he was fighting, and looked around, seeing the only enemy left was the retreating Banshee. He looked around, and spotted a Rocket Launcher in the hands of a fallen human. He looked around once again and ran over, retrieving the weapon, “Rest easy brother…” He said, and hefted the weapon aiming at the Banshee, he’d studied these things, and the weapon was an older model, it would not lock on. He cursed as the Banshee flew past trees, obscuring his vision. “MY LORD!” He roared.

Tekka turned and saw Shxzalor hurl the weapon at him. Running backwards he caught it out of the air, and then realized what it was. One of their Rocket Launchers. He’d seen the explosion rip fully armored Elites to shreds. Hefting the weapon, he calculated the distance, and let the rocket fly.

The Banshee, which had been flying straight, intercepted the rocket at quite a distance. The explosion blew off the side “wing” and distorted the Banshee, which exploded itself soon after. The smoking half of the banshee slowly tumbled to the ground, trailed by lesser debris. Tekka roared in triumph, and dropped the smoking weapon.

Atkins woke up leaning against a tree as one of the marines patched up his leg and other was looking out for any enemies. His leg was soon all patched up and though it ached he got over the pain. He was handed a battle rifle and the marine looked at him "Don't try and do suicide stunts like that anymore the next time we may not be there," He patted Atkins on the shoulder telling him to rest for a minute and went to look out for enemies with the other marine. Atkins got up and walked up to one of the marines. "So what happened," He asked. "Well, you were knocked out seems you lost some blood you were shot a bit out there. But we managed to find a few things that might come in handy we found you some body armor and a helmet now hurry up and get 'em on the pilots are on their way as we speak." He said.

cool. im not quite sure where you guys are, so I'll work it in

Lt.Garrison was on his way on an urgent rescue operation. With his other 4 pelicans, each with a warthog latched on, he flew towards the marines. He couldn't see them at his altitude, but didn't want to risk getting hit. He radioed on the local frequency

(ill be designating your force as rosco-4)
--Rosco-4, Rosco-4, this is Kilo-619, come in. what is your position? we cant hang around much longer, give us a signal or call back ASAP. Foe-spear out--

one of his wingmen said through the radio

--Sir, what do we do now?--

--We circle our position untill either we get a signal or a call-back, or an hour passes, when obviously they have been put out of commision.

(in case anyone forgot who my guy is)
Name: James Garrison

Rank: 1st Luitenant

Age: 29

Race: Human

Occupation: Pelican pilot of Kilo-619

Equipment: Pilot uniform and helmet. has a SMG when out of pelican, along with his magnum.

Personality: Creative problem-solver. Witty, but dead serious when needed. when off-duty, he's a funny man.

History: Garrison is the latest in a long line of air support pilots. his great-great-great-great grandfather was a helicopter pilot in the vietnam war, his son flew in Operation: Desert Storm, his son flew in Operation: Iraqi Freedom, his son in the next war, and so on. he left his girlfriend when they both enlisted. He helped evac marines at the battle of New Mombasa, and flew out of the radius of the slipspace blast hours before it occured. he doesnt think the Spartans are show-offs, like the other marines.

((Ok, as of now were abandoning the planet entirely because the PsyCore facilities Black Fusion reactors are about to carve a ten kilometer wide crater into the ground nad level everything with a very high radius, it's not resuce it's evac. And it was 3 pelicans that were sent down with one squad to cover em while everyone else got on board.))

Originally posted by Liquid_Fire
((Ok, as of now were abandoning the planet entirely because the PsyCore facilities Black Fusion reactors are about to carve a ten kilometer wide crater into the ground nad level everything with a very high radius, it's not resuce it's evac. And it was 3 pelicans that were sent down with one squad to cover em while everyone else got on board.))

Sorry, my bad. should I edit it?

(Zeshi)
I saw a phantom flying in. I ran up the wall, and hopped onto the phantom. I would have used Bloodshock, but it was still recharging. Instead, I ripped open it's hatch, and jumped in. Running around, snapping necks, until there was nobody left. I moved in, and landed the Phantom near some humans, "Hop in, I've just commandeered us a ride."