Atkins found a seat in the warhawk and buckled up. He never used to buckle up before he joined the marines but on his first assignment they hit some heavy "turbulance" and he went flying across the pelican like a pinball machine. So now he was a little bit wiser. He held up his magnum looking at it. "Why were we given these guns our guns before the first halo was destroyed were way better," He mumbled. "So how long you been in the navy?" He asked Rae
Name:Izual
Known as:Izual
Age:21
Race:Covenent,elite
Appearance:he has a scar along his back and down his eye his armour is black and on his helmet he has one of those scanners/ tageters that marines have attached to it
Occupation😖pecial ops for humans
Rank:captain
Personality:angry most of the time and can be a firce opponent in battle, favorite wepon carbine
History:Izual was banished by the prophets because of transpiering with the enemy and later joing the humans
((Leo: Atkins (and Yi, Nuron, and Raevynn) are on a sort of "secret" mission. Nuron doesn't want anyone knowing about what's going on. Although Silent Wolf did mention something about an Elite standing around . . . wait for Liquid Fire's approval before you go "on" this mission. He might have a better time/place for you to come in--he likes things to synch up pretty well. He might suggest that a better place for you to come in would be on the Covenant ship, with most of the other characters.))
personally, I think having the elites like they are in Heroic is bullcrap. It should be like they are in normal. I don't care how you play, but that's how I'm doing it, because truthfully, I've never playing H2 on heroic, or legendary. And you know what, I don't care. I'm better at multiplayer than I am at Single
Originally posted by theevilgoodDuuuuuude... Everyone is better at multiplayer cuz you have your team mate to back you up o__O Alot of people have a bit to learn about halo >_> []
personally, I think having the elites like they are in Heroic is bullcrap. It should be like they are in normal. I don't care how you play, but that's how I'm doing it, because truthfully, I've never playing H2 on heroic, or legendary. And you know what, I don't care. I'm better at multiplayer than I am at Single
Raevynn hopped into the back of the warhawk along with Atkins and took a seat across from him. The spartan rested her head in the palm of her hands as she leaned over and watched through her HUD as Gautama did a quick systems check. She sat up as Atkins started to talk to her. A gentle green light was blinking in the corner of her left eye, and as she spoke it changed to a blue. "I've been in the Navy forever." She said knowing that it wasn't entirely true. She still remembered most of her civilian life style even though she was so small, but she had grown up in the UNSC, and it was as if she was reborn into something different. A killing machine. Thinking back to those days was something she did not often do.
"Heh well i feel like I've been in the marines forever," He laughed. "Man, missed 24 birthdays in the corps but I guess it's better than being somewhere on the streets I think some of the people down on earth are just as bad as the covenant," He said in a rather dull voice. He gripped his shotgun hard. He wondered what the other marines were doing. "So how fast can this thing go? i havent ever been in one," Atkins said.
((Sorry, I'll say most of that fault falls on my shoulders, I've been having nukes going off in my personal life and my mood has been down as of late...but well I think these two deserve a comment...))
xox Leo xox - When joining this role play, unlike many others, you don't just pop into existence. You have to find a way to fit your character into the currenty storyline and what's happening.
TheEvilGod - First, were not actually basing the game on Heroic or Legendary, that was just used to make things a bit more clear for those who didn't know how strong the aliens actually were. If you've never played then why don't you go try for fifteen minutes or so, you'll get the idea. Second, if the only reason you think it's bull crap is because you've never played before, then I strongly suggest you play Halo at those difficulties because then it's not fair to other players if you make your enemies much weaker then theirs. You can't play this role play your own way... your not the only one here. Third, put simply, you have to learn to live with it. I said before my rules are not iron clad and enforced down to the letter, but were playing this role play as realistic as possible, in which Elites are very powerful foes.
((Any I'm gonna stop my OOC in this thread, from now on I'm going to PM.))
(whatever. BTW, I don't care what you say, there is no way in hell an Elite on any mode [I have tried some of it, they're powerful, but stick with me here] could lift as much as you say. You are probably refering to the fact that they can flip tanks. NONONONONO. The Elites can flip tanks, but that's only because the game would absolutely bite if you had to give up on a tank just because it flipped over. Anyway. Please don't delete this post, because someone deleted my post before, and it had story in it. Also, my name is theevilGOOD not theevilgod. Please get it right *sigh* not in the greatest of moods right now, so please forgive the irritableness)
(Zeshi)
I looked around. I leaped down, and looked around some more. I radioed to the others, "I think we're clear. Not sure for certain."
((A ton is 2000 pounds, a Warthog is not a light vehicle. The chief lifted a warhog in a very akward position, spreading his arms wide to gat a wide grip. The Elites are either as strong or stronger than the chief.))
((And sorry about your name...I saw it as TheEvilGod...whoa that's wierd.))
The Lieutenant got to his feet and then trudged over to the Pelican and held out a hand, helping Davaran up. He arched one eyebrow and gave him a look, "You should have been an ODST." He said, looking at his kill, "I mean damn man, wait until the other see this." He tapped his helmet, "All on record." He then heard Sgt. Jones, "What's all our operational status?" He asked.
At that moment the remaining six honor Guard, all with swords and over shields leaped from one of the upper hangar levels, and landed on the floor in scattered areas, and charged the marines. The LT swore and brought his gun around, and started firing. Tekka, Shxzalor, and Keroth all charged three Elites coming from one direction. Kokoz the Grunt screamed and dove into a Pelican.
((You can pick how many men are left, we'll take the plot from there.))
The WarHawk lifted up gracfully, and then waited until the section of the hangar was sucked intp a vacum, and then shot out of the Kiss, and then arced down toward the planet at a startling speed, and the ride was very smooth. It'd been about thirty seconds when part of the second wave of fighters that moved to help take out the longswords broke and instead moved to take out the Pelican. Nuron's face went grim, "Well this is going to get hot." He said, "If any of you can help my fly this hunk of junk then it'd be apprecieated. But I need our two best gunners here, one on top one on bottom." He said, "For each cannon, the display is visual." He motioned to two different controls, each with a wide curved screen.
"Well I only got a few hours of flight practice and not in this type of machine. But i can take one of the guns I'll get on that," Atkins said running for the upper cannon. He reached the cannon and sat down gripping the joystick "Ok it's just like pacman except if i mess up i'm dead," He said to himself. He didnt enjoy flying to much.
Yi unbuckled and stepped into the cockpit and sat down in the co-pilot's seat, strapping in. "I'm not going to be as good a gunner as that Spartan, and I can fly a Pelican, so I guess you want me up here. Refresh my memory on the controls, please, if they're anything like one of those birds back there." She eyed a rack of toggles and buttons, and traced her finger along the few labels there were. "Thrusters. Landing controls. These must be, hmm. . ."
Brute quickly dropped one of his SMGs and dove for the needler Zeshi had offered him, which was nearby. He saw the other two members of Zulu squad engage out of the corner of his eye, and heard a Marine's death scream almost immediately, though it didn't sound like one of his squadmates. The Elites had all closed with the friendly fighters in the few seconds it took him to scoop up the needler, and when he turned to see the first Elite, it was too close to Marines to shoot with either the M7 or the needler. Mike watched, running toward the Honor Guard in slow motion, as it struck down a Marine, then turned to flank the remnants of Zulu.
Sgt. Jones was firing at another Elite with a shotgun, while it charged him. Trotovski was firing a battle rifle at the same Elite, from a kneeling position. Mike opened up with the needler and SMG on the flanking alien as soon as it had killed the first Marine, but kept running, so only half the clip of either even got near the target. The Elite paused and came for Mike.
The Elite charging Sgt. Jones took a swipe at him, but he was ready, and ducked under the blow, and spun to engage as the Elite spun backward and swung his arm into Jones' head. The human's neck broke instantly, and the Elite followed through with the sword, severing the man's arms and chest in a spray of gore. Trotovsky ran out of ammo and threw a plasma grenade. He had good aim with his arm, and the grenade stuck squarely to the enemy's chest. The Marine dove to the side, and the Elite charged him.
Mike didn't have a chance to reload as he continued at full speed to meet the Elite, so he put his head down and met the Elite with bone-crunching force. Luckily, the Elite was aiming to decapitate Mike, and he got under the sword's swing, or what swing the Elite managed. Brute lifted, and between his incredible strength and the Elite's forward momentum, the Elite left the ground, and Brute pulled a pro-wrestling move in earnest, falling backward so the Elite was slammed headfirst into the deck. It was not without a penalty for Mike, however; the Elite had managed to take a shortened swing at his arm while he performed the maneuver, and gave him a serious gash through his armor on his left arm. He didn't even notice it, however, and he was fortunate that it didn't cut any tendons.
Trotovski was killed when the grenade went off, attached to the Elite he had thrown it at. It did manage to wipe out the last of the overshield and the shield itself, so the Elite was momentarily vulnerable.
Mike, however, was concentrating on his own Elite. His maneuver had drained the overshield, and he managed to make the Elite drop the sword, which bought him a few more instants. Mike dropped the Elite as soon as the full force from his counter-attack had gone into the Elite's shields, and pushed himself away. The Elite managed to kick him in the back with the force of a pile-driver, and sent him sprawling. The Marine landed near the Elite's energy sword, which had improbably been pushed in Mike's direction, and he managed to grab it before the Elite was upon him again. A Marine fired on the Elite as it sped back into the fray, and Mike took out the rest of the shield with a clumsy jab with the sword, throwing the Elite off balance in the process. He struck again, hitting the Elite's waist and cutting deeply, but not deeply enough. The Elite brought its knee into his chest, and threw him back again, disarming him in the process. The sword clattered away, and the Elite closed on him barehanded.
The other human who had shot at the Elite before fired again, pocking the Elite's armor with bullets. Mike surged to his feet, feeling something give in his left arm--the remains of his damaged bicep. His chest felt like a train had rolled over it, but he was used to pain--life on a backwater colonial farm had given him many injuries and few painkillers. His right hand found an empty pistol on the floor, and he roared and swung it at the Elite's head. It blocked with both hands, and Mike tried to punch with his left, but was unable to because of the muscle trauma. It also caused him to weaken momentarily.
Zeshi, seeing the fight, had time to throw a combat knife at the Elite, and though it struck home point first in the Honor Guard's ruptured armor, it did little more damage than had already been done by the energy sword. The Elite forced Mike down to his knees, and then pulled the pistol from his hand and prepared to smash his brains out, when Mike let go of the pistol, grabbed the knife from the Elite's side, and rammed it with explosive force straight into the alien's mouth, upward into the brain cavity. The Elite still managed to club him, but Mike's arm deflected the blow, so it fell on his back, knocking him unconscious for a short time, underneath the now-dead Elite.
(at what point does Chief ever lift a warthog when you aren't actually playing? If you don't get my point, then read what I said again. The game would be crap if you had to abandon a warthog or tank just because it flipped over. The answer. The ability to make the vehicles flip. You know what, whatever. If you refuse to see the truth, then I'm not going to waste my time on you. I'm just woke up, and kind of tired, so I don't wanna post right now)
(Ok, i'm finishing this fight right here, right now..
LF, Has the biggest point, ELITES ARE tough, I dont know nor care how much they can lift. But they are strong. Killable but strong.
TEG, The thing LF needs to realize, is Zeshi is a Elite Too.. But zeshi also needs to learn that his fights need to be.. a little more drawn out if he wants people to interact with him, and to show that its still a not good situation (the one our characters are in)
All, Look, the last few pages have been a constant argument, how about we just stop, we all just stop and realize we all make mistakes. LF is allowed to make mistakes, but our mistake is thinking he was the only one that made one. I made one and I am perfectly fine with this situation now that Its squared away. So please, Keep it real, A little fantasy makes this game very fun, but just try and be realistic.. if you're going up against HONOR gaurd, dont forget they are the Elites.. OF the elites. My character gut insanely lucky that his foe felt like toying with his opponent first, thus why he survived..
Davaran watches the mans lips move.. none of the words he says makes any sense.. The whistling sound he hears, most likely the hydraulic breaks of the Pelican leaking pressure, seems louder than any other sound he can hear but then he looks up to see the man gone.
He looks at the lieutenant walking away, realizing he had no idea what just happened.. He grabs his shotgun, now with the obvious purple of Elite blood all over it.. He walks out of the pelican slowly, eyeing all the bodies, wishing he wouldn't see any of his friends he knows in the pile. As he moves closer to the other twos starting position, he notices the after-battle struggle, the attempt to setup a way out of here. Davaran looks up at a hangar looking thing above him, the magnetic field gone.. and a single Phantom on a landing pad, a pad built for four. He remembers back on the planet, firing the rocket that kills a phantom...
As he continues to walk he sees a dead honorgaurd, head not intact he thinks maybe.... someone wanted the body, but then sees a marines arm undernieth.. "you?!" he says as he pushes the elite off. He was wore out so pushing took a bit longer than anticipated but he eventually got it done.. He pulls brute by the collar armor to the back end of a pelican, and begins rounding up other injured people.. Behind him, a dead marine, with the white circle and red cross.. "No medics anywhere it seems.. I wonder if I can remember my basic medical classes.." he says as he lowers the med kits in the aft portion of the troop portion..
(alright, I'll stop arguing. And yes, I am an Elite. slightly enhanced strength. Incredibly enhanced speed)
(Zeshi)
I looked around. "A lot of dead," I said, picking up an Elites corpse. I scowl, then toss the corpse aside. "I don't know about you people, but I don't have time to waste on dead and wounded. You know that there is more than like reinforcements on the way. My suggestion would be that we leave the dead and those who are gravely wounded, and take those that can still fight. While many of my brothers are among these corpses, we do not have the time for grieving or anything to that affect," I said. I walked up to the lieutenant, "Well, what is your next plan of action, human. Try to make it quick."
Moments earlier (Am I reading wrong? Did we kill all 6 Honor Guard? If not then um...they appeared from a parallell universe. Well the ones in my post anyway. Yeah...yeah thats it. Also, we could get Zeshi up against three honor guards or something. I don’t know his skill, but he’d be really fast which would help with sword fighting. Just a suggestion. 😄)
The Honor Guard that had attacked the intruders had all come from above, but from several different directions. Three of them jumped in unison, attacking from the rear of the Marine’s position. The one Pelican that could have shredded them was rendered useless when one of them dove forward, the jump was fast, but more than that it was very long even for an Elite, and then swung its sword in a broad arc, severing the end of the barrel, rendering the weapon useless.
Shxzalor and Lord Tekka both turned, hearing this attack on their rear. Shxzalor spun around and his head swung back and forth as he took the entire situation in. The Elite that had taken the gun out was still there, the other two had moved sideways and forward somewhat. His hands went to his sides, and he pulled out the handles of both his energy swords.
Lord Tekka roared a deafening battle cry and charged, he only had one energy sword left, but he was either recklessly brave, or completely thick. The thundered across the hangar and then slammed into one Elite, deflecting its defensive swing with his own sword. This time his usage of brawn and his sometime insane and ill thought out battle style had helped greatly. The Elite was knocked backwards as Lord Tekka had used all his weight, speed, and strength in his attack. Tekka then turned to his second foe and their swords clashed together.
The Elite that Shxzalor was looking at suddenly froze for a split second, and then pointed. It grinned, and held its sword out so that it pointed to the old war hero. “You were once a great warrior.” It began, “And now you have created the chains that will bind you to the ground to rot while we travel on our great journey.” It reached down and took out a second sword, spinning the handle in its hand before activating it. “I will enjoy gutting you.” It finished, and started its advance.
Shxzalor activated both of his crimson energy swords, the Divine Blade of Flame, and Saber of Holy Fire. (Finaly figured out what to call em) With his legs slightly bent, muscles tensed, both swords exploded to life on either side of him, a red glow washed over his body. He raised both slowly so they were on either side of his face, and he eyed his enemy. “You will not find me easy prey.”
The Honor Guard charged, speeding up. Shxzalor took a step back just as the Elite lunged, and all four swords came together. Shxzalor spun backwards and the Honor Guard spun forward in the opposite direction. Several flashes of light and sparks burst forth as their swords clashed. Their weapons, their legs, and their arms blurs as both battle on.
((I’d prefer to have Shxzalor fight this one on one by himself, though you probably guessed that already. 😄))