((I'll leave the fate of that stunt up to the voters. Personaly I think that was just silly, taking out a Phantom like that.))
There were fewer enemies now, but Shxzalor could see more of them regrouping further in the trees. Further down the line he heard Lord Tekka roar and hurl himself over his cover and charge the enemy position. The other Elite on their side in the Red armor also charged, his name was Fralsamne. (One of the two Elites Shxzalor first arrived on.) Shxzalor roared his own battle cry, not letting his friends go out alone, and charged as well, the marines followed.
Projectile bullets accompanied with some plasma shredded through the foliage and enemy troops dropped. This was Tekka's way of clearing the dropzone for the Pelicans. One marine screamed as a charged up plasma shot struck him in the chest, melting through his armor. A few seconds later his screams stopped as the intense heat literally cooked him. The difigured smoking form topped backwards, dropping his weapon. One of the technicians from the facility quickly ran out and took his place. He wasn't trained, but he had determination, tenacity, and zeal.
Tekka's plasma rifle sputtered and died. He cursed and jumped, rolling to the side as a plasma grenade shot past, it landed on an ODST's visor. The human cursed and whipped the helmet back at the enemy Covenant. It detonated and two grunts toppled. Tekka retrieved two plasma pistols and hid behind a rock while his shields recharged. He didn't notice the plasma grenade land on the rock.
Fralsamne saw the two Black Spec-Ops Elites target Lord Tekka while his shields were recharging. "NO!" He roared, and charged. Whipping his sword with all his might. The weapon spiraled through the air and plunged into one Elite's chest. The Spec-Ops Elite let out a bloody gurgle, and staggered backwards, finally falling of the boulder. Fralsamne slammed into Tekka, knocking him back and putting himself between the Lord and a grenade the other Spec-Ops Elite had thrown. The grenade which was on the rock exploded, Fralsamne's shields flared a energy washed over them, and they failed. A second later his form fell to the ground.
Tekka was knocked further back from the force of the Grenade, and saw the second Speec-Ops leap at him over the rock. He brought up both plasma pistols and fired them both, as fast as a machine gun, into the Elite's face. The enemies shields flared, then failed depleted. Tekka charged up both weapons as the Elite staggered as one bolt struck it's leg. "Eat this." He said, and let both shots fly. The Spec-Ops was hurled backwards where it was slammed against the bloulder. Tekka retrieved his allies sword out of the other Elites corpse, and finished his still living enemy. Then he returned to the battle, there were not many Covenant left. The one's regrouping in the trees had been the last force, and they were locked in combat.
Garrison looked at his readings, his pelican, along with the other 2, were running out of fuel. he tried another frequency
--Rosco-4, Rosco-4, come in. This is Foespear, we need a signal or communication as to where you are, we can't get a visual and the weather's intefeering with our radars. I say again, we need a signal. over--
Lt.Garrison continued to hover with his wing, waiting for anything to happen
(i agree the phantom thing was stupid and impossible this is like legendary mode here and missile launchers cant rip apart phantoms i highly doubt and elite can and kill everything inside of it)
Atkins had suited up he was running through the forest part of it was covered in flames from everything exploding. the tree limbs scracthed across the front of his visor making him glad that he had equipped it. He ran out into the open trying to for once avoid the action he gathered by a group of marines to hold out until the pelicans landed.
Sargeant Johnson picked up the signal from the Pelicans, he finished off a Jackal with shis shotgun, the spread knocking the shield aside and some of the pellets passing through it's skull, spurting blood into the air. Johnson ducked behind cover, "Roger FoeSpear this is Bravo and Sierra I'm marking our positon on your sensors. Just follow the explosions." He said, just as some plasma spattered on his cover, a Grunt came charging around the corner. He blasted it with his shot gun, then transmitted their coordinates to the Pelicans.
Garrison was starting to lose hope when he got something on the radio, a crackled, but marine frequency
--ro*$#% this is Brav**^$ our %&8 on *^86-ensors. (&&% follow *&% explosions--
Just then a set of coordinates popped onto the screen. Garrison transmitted them to the 2 other pelicans, and said
--okay men, full throttle!!--
He pushed the pelican hard, racing off towards the position. soon he could see explosions, and got blips on his radar, both friendly and hostile. He patted his co-pilot on the shoulder and said "Get to the back and man the fifty!" the co-pilot nodded and ran to the back. Garrison spotted a clear spot on the battlefield, in between the fighting. He had his other pelicans do the same. Soon they were on the ground, bay doors opened.
(I'm suprise no one got pissed over my anti-air death tank.. but hey, that's cool, maybe we can keep it! it's so cuuuuuute....)
Davaran jumps onto the gunners position realizing the battle was still raging on.. "Alright guys! we need to give our guys cover!!!" he says without realizing the pelicans are coming... keroth jumps onto the tank and opens the drivers hatch, "Alright then! lets teach our.. brothers a lesson.... humans are still a threat." davaran smirks.. "Yes.. yes we are." The other two elites jump onto the tank, grapsing the side panels, both holding carbines the tank starts moving, and thanks to the all purpose sights the guns are able to shoot at the ground as well. (I'll post a picture, I somewhat like this tank. even though my guy is a natural pilot, I had to get him a legit role.. *sigh*)
A few grunts are seen trying to run, but the tank (being modeled after MODERN armor and not shitty halo slow ass armor) moves at a comfortable 35 mph, crushing the little bastards benieth it's treads. The turrets move to the side and begins firing hellishly at a phantom attempting to land, explosions rip up and down the left side, blowing off its turrets instantly.. the small grenade like explosions happening over and over again start taking their toll in its armor, pieces of purple metal start blowing off as the phantom direly attempts to drop off its soldiers. "This is so .. Fun!" yells keroth, the other two elites are heard laughing as they slaughter bewildered grunts, jackels, and even elites.. Davaran looks down and sees his comm piece on his helmet flashing.. "Maybe, I should put this on.." he slowly leans over and quickly slams the helmet on, trying not to stop firing on the enemy. "This is Davaran." the voice on the other end, most likely johnson, "Hey! three pelicans on approach! do not fire!!" davaran looks down.. holding trying to hold the helmets side closer to his ear, the guns blazing makes it difficult to hear.. "What?! what... Three, cans? roaches? what?!" he hears the message again.. "Oh my! YES!! finally!!!! alright.. i'll cover them if I can." he hears a simple alright from the other end.. the phantom slowly lifts off, but about thrity shots lands on one of the back fins as it tries to lift off.
The phantom slowly rolls to the left, the pilot trying his hardest to pull out of it, but to no avail.. the phantom descends quickly rolling over on its top, leaving a massive skid mark.. toppling trees and smashing rocks. Parts of the phantom start burning blue... and a blueish black smoke raises quickly in the air.. Davaran hoped rescue would come soon...
Atkins heard the Pelicans land over all the fighting the doors were open he looked over at it "Hurry up it's time to go move!" He yelled to the marines while making a motion to run for the pelicans with his hands. Him and many more marines followed running towards the pelicans. The pelican was still slightly hovering like usual he jumped up into it and sat down in one of the chairs. He was breathing heavily so he reached and pulled off his helmet revealing his bandaged up face it was red from both blood stains and heat sweat coursed down his face slowly. "Some impenetrable fortress that was," He chuckled.
Originally posted by FG725
(i agree the phantom thing was stupid and impossible this is like legendary mode here and missile launchers cant rip apart phantoms i highly doubt and elite can and kill everything inside of it)
Atkins had suited up he was running through the forest part of it was covered in flames from everything exploding. the tree limbs scracthed across the front of his visor making him glad that he had equipped it. He ran out into the open trying to for once avoid the action he gathered by a group of marines to hold out until the pelicans landed.
not to mention that when they've dropped off their soldiers, the only people inside the phantoms are the pilots, and maybe a couple of troups.
(Zeshi)
I hopped out of my phantom, letting it crash to the ground. The humans had not gotten on the phantom. I saw a couple of human dropships flying in. I set off to find their landing point. I didn't want to be in this blasted place any longer
Spartan116 had just finished mopping up the last of a group of grunts when the transmission came in. They were finally being pulled out, and for once she was thankful the fighting was over.
Raevynn saw the pelican descend in the distance ahead of her and she sprinted in that direction, ignoring the aches and pains that coursed through her sore legs and back.
Raevynn slowed to a trot as she came to an opening in the forest where the drop ship was waiting. She watched as a marine hopped into the pelican and she quickly followed, leaping into the back of the bird with everyone else. She stood for a moment, sighed, then took a seat across from the marine named Atkins. He looked as if he had been through hell. She was sure she didn't look any better.
The Pelican flying over davarans tank lowers down, the magnetic grapples engage, and the four jump onto the pelican.... the tanks wieght, being a bit lighter than a scorpion, due to less armor thickness, was easily transported, but it would still slow the dropship down. he signaled for the pilot to drop it.. "Good bye, mr tank.. maybe I'll build another one of you after the war.." he says as the tank smashes into the ground.
Johnson and the rest of the marines started falling back slowly, in half crouches as the PsyCore technicians boarded one of the pelicans. “Corporal get that Rocket Launcher over here, covering fire! Keep their heads down!” Johnson was falling back slowly still when his Assault Rifle clicked, he cursed and ejected the clip, and reached for another. “I’m out!” He shouted, but realized no one else had any ammo to give him either. He reached and pulled out his side arm and started dropping grunts. Finally once all the Tech’s were done, the marines all boarded the second Pelican, Johnson ushering them in. “OK!” He shouted over the comm. “One Pelican (Garrisons) left, Davaran and the rest of you alien b- er allies, hop on and strap in.”
Lord Tekka and Shxzalor had both gathered up their swords and were falling back dual wielding plasma rifles, firing everywhere keeping the enemies under cover. They both turned and hopped on the same Pelican with Atkins and Rae, Tekka looked at Spartan, then gave Shxzalor a sour look. Shxzalor shrugged, “The other ones were full.” He said casually, then manned the 50-cal on the back, but fumbled, “How do you use this contraption?” He said, and then ducked as plasma shots pinged on the hull in front of his feet and scrambled backward.
Back inside, Ten hammered another Elite in the chest, it staggered backwards and toppled down the elevator shaft, Nuron now has lost his own sword to the Elite’s superiority. “Nuron! You have to go NOW!” Ten shouted, “You said you had to detonate this core. I know the layout of this place. The controls for that are at the top. If you don’t do it right it could set off while were all still here.” He ducked under a sword. ‘
Nuron shook his head, “No. I’m not leaving you hear to die.” Then he added as an afterthought, “There’s not enough of you left for that.”
Ten grunted, “Nuron, I have something else to do here anyway! Get going! The evac is here, and you have work to do! There’s no time! If this thing goes off were all dead, I can take on these two!” ]
Nuron circled around. “Ten I-“
”No time! Nuron you know your duty now MOVE!”
Nuron glanced at him, “Good luck. You are what we made you. I’m proud of you.” He said, running to the elevator while Ten kept the Elites at by.
Ten grinned slightly, “You only helped. I made myself what I am.” He launched himself at the two enemies, knocking one over and sending the other sprawling. Behind him, Nuron and the elevator lifted upward.
Nuron waited until the elevator reached the top, he had taken the copy of his Sniper Rifle and he held it with a tight grip. The elevator doors opened and he dashed out, running through one room to the console. “Nuron to FoeSpear, hold the ride we have some extra cargo!” He shouted as his hands ran over the controls on the console. “There! We have three minutes until this Black Fusion core goes nova!” He said, and made a dash for the exit, stopped, turned around, and pulled some schematics off the databanks.
Running outside he saw that two of the Pelicans were already full, he sprinted across the field, sending one bullet through an Elite’s skull, then jumped on the Pelican. Nuron halted, "Davaran I have the info on your tanks. Looks like my friends liked your design."
Davaran grins smiles very obviously "hey hey! I had a letter from the commander of ground unit procursion, wanting to take a special look at some of them, before the whole.. covenant.. thing though, but hey! sooner we get to the ship, sooner I can get a longsword, been dying to fly one..." Keroth looks at him.. "I thought you never wanted to see one again.." davaran looks him in the eyes.. "You made me realize, everyone here made me realize.. especially the spartans and nuron here, that we may not like what we do, but it has to be done, and to win this, your aces must be in their places, I'm a fighter ace, graduated top honors at pilots acadamy and ranked 2cd over all in the alpha2 program.. so yeah, maybe, I could be of better assistance that way?!" he looks to nuron for some sort of an answer, though not expecting one. keroth sighs, remembering the jackel he tore in half, and then looks at his brothers, helping the marines onto the pelicans.. "You're right, we have to do what we have to do..." davaran looks around, seeing the marines on the pelican.. he sees this is garrisons pelican.. "Hey!! I remember you.. You graduated pilots academy with me! I remember you! we were both in the top 10% of the school!!! awesome!"
Atkins looked around at all the people that had gotten on since he had. They were all very powerful warriors some spartans even. Not one of them looked like the battle had been good too them. Atkins looked down at the ground he reached into one of his pockets pulling out a small bottle of water. He would have brought a drink like whiskey or something but he didnt wanna be drunk during any unexpected combat. He drunk some of the water and poured some on his face washing away some of the dirt and blood. The water felt great it was fresh and cold it felt as though all of his troubles were gone though it was only for a minute.
(You know, one thing I've noticed is that no one has mentioned anything about plasma weapons overheating. That's fine, if you're careful and don't fire too much, and you know about the overheating issue, but how experianced are all the characters with plasma weapons? Davaran, for instance? Incidentally, the part about firing two plasma pistols "as fast as a machine gun" does work long enough to take down an Elite's shields (I just tried it, in Legendary, in Halo 2)
How would the friendly Covies be registered on the battle net? Would they show as yellow, or red? That could be important, if they tried to jump onto a Pelican. . . .
And maybe Zeshi is a ninja Elite. Using stealth, if he could get inside without being noticed, he could at least kill the pilot easily, and he'd still have a lot of the element of surprise for the co-pilot. And if the Arbitor can bust into a Wraith, an Elite can certainly bust into a Phantom. Maybe Zeshi grew up in the mean streets of High Charity, where Phantom-jacking was a way of life. He's the ghetto ninja--time to start using flattened cans of Colt 45 like throwing stars.
Final Seraphim, I like the idea of your anti-air tank. I hope your guy Davaran remembers how to build them--someone might ask you to later on in the game. That, and if you can pack a HAVOK 10 megaton nuke into a 56mm cylinder, no more than 10 inches long, Liquid Fire might be happy.
Supatroopa, my folks are currently in a Pelican, and guess whose it is? Nothing but the best for you.
And finally, I noticed that we have only one female character in the game thus far (Raeyvn), and I think that's very unlikely--there hasn't even been mention of a female Marine or officer, as far as I remember from reading through. So Corporal Yi is now a she. Just add an "s" in front of any "he"'s I used in referring to her.)
As the Bird 3 burned down from orbit, Sgt. Jones was giving his troops a pre-landing lecture which varied slightly from the ordinary. "OK, our pilot has relayed some commo from the ground, and it sounds like it's gonna be one hell of a show down there. Our boys and girls are waaay outnumbered and outgunned, and they're going to have to fight their way to the LZ and fight their way in. They say they've cleared a spot for us to put down, but I think they usually mean the grass when they say that. So double check your weapons, lock and load, safties off 'soon as that door cracks, and watch where you're shooting. Look first, shoot second, we don't want any friendly fire. Get in position as soon as the good Lieutenant turns off the 'fasten seatbelt' signs, and make sure your tray tables are upright. Jenkins, if you're gonna puke, do it in your boot, not your helmet. Where do they find you wetfeet anyway? Who knows how many shots with a battle rifle it takes to kill a grunt?"
"Three shots, one volley, sir." said a Marine. "Wrong, Ramirez. It ain't gonna take any, 'cuz they gonna be so scared'a us they gonna be loading their undies, not their guns. Especially when they see Brute. Am I right, Marines?" "SIR, YES SIR!" they shouted, in chorus.
A few minutes passed before in silence while each of the Marines thought about the coming battle, each in a different way. Most were scared, but none let it show, and none intended to let it affect their fighting skills.
"Landing, Sgt. You have about a minute before we open the door." called the pilot over the intercom. "OK, boys and girls, it's time for the Zulu squad show. Get in position to cover any of our friends coming in for a visit." The Zulu squad Marines unbuckled, checked their weapons again, and set up in two groups of five, each group two deep with the last Marine standing in back of a quartet. The Marines in front were prone on the deck, and the Marines behind them knelt, so as to allow plenty of room for any evacuees to crowd in and have a good firing position as well. Yi checked her battle rifle for the fifth time, and dropped down in front of Brute. "Watch where you're shooting." she said. "Yeah, Sarge already said that." Yi didn't reply, but sighted through her battle rifle scope at the closed door.
Momentarily, the door began to swing down, revealing a treeline which the Pelican was dropping down underneath. Yi began swinging the barrel of the rifle back and forth, searching for a target, before the door was all the way down, and she opened fire only a few seconds later, killing a grunt. The other Marines waited nearly ten seconds more until they found a target and began to engage. Plasma and needler rounds impacted all around the Pelican, but Zulu team had been smart in setting up, and it paid off. For now, thirty seconds into the battle, no one had been hit. A Marine jumped in, sitting on one of the seats, and taking aim with his SMG. Soon, Covenant began to show themselves at a faster pace, as they headed toward the Pelican from their scattered positions. Brute poured forth from his twin needlers, shouting obscenities at nearly the same rate. Yi concentrated on Jackals and Grunts, reducing the volume of fire in the fastest way possible.
A kneeling Zulu Marine shouted, having taken a hit on his helmet from a plasma pistol. He had been blinded from the backwash of thermal energy; the Marine next to him had an afterimage for a few seconds which kept him from firing. "Kubikov, keep firing straight ahead of you until I say to stop! There aren't many friendlies in the area right now, and you're bound to get lucky!" yelled Sgt. Jones. "AGHH! My eyes! I can't, sir!" "Then hunker down and stay out of the way! You could get someone else killed if you're not careful! Think of it as an excuse for paid leave." Two more Marines sprinted into the Pelican so fast that they slammed into the far bulkhead before they could stop. "Go, go, go! We're the last, Sir! We can lift off and get the hell outta here!" cried one, his voice trembling. "Shut up and get in position behind my men, Marine! When the Pelican starts to go, and you hang off the landing gear all the way back to the Kiss, that's when you know you're the last. Until Lietenant Garrison sees fit to go, we hold this position!" yelled Sgt. Jones, in his most authoritative command voice. Another soldier, carrying an odd-looking sniper rifle, jumped aboard then. "We're still waiting on the Major. He was in a tight spot when he ordered me to leave, but his CNI says he's still alive." he said. Lt. Garrison's voice crackled over the comm: "We're staying until the Major gets here--he's SPARTAN Ten. The other Birds are already in the air."
"Hurry up, Major. We don't need any more heroes today." whispered Jones, to himself.
well thats good how bout editing it genius the elites are holy people there whole entire mission is to do a religious thing perhaps why they never cuss as well i dont think there is a hood east side west side click fight as a day to day thing where elites come from. and this game mainly consists of guys who cares the amount of females they would die first most likely anyways because males have better hand eye corridination making them better at firing its a scientific fact ok