Halo: Darkness Ascendant

a banshee came crashing through hitting one of the lone honour guards. The elite still alive hung on as the banshee went back into the air and planted a plasma granade onto the front of the banshee and jumped off, no0t being far from the ground survived the landing. There was a loud elite war cry coming from the banshee as it redirected itself to the elite, and seconds before the granade blew up Izual jumped out landed and the banshee crashed into the elite and blew up. "need some help?" izual said taking out an energy sword.

((Welcome, nice entrace, I could picture that in my head. Just remember the realism ideal were playing with in this role play. And welcome to HDA. 😄 ))

((Psst, Just remember that humans would never give an Elite a job. So he can’t really have a human rank and a job that is spec ops for the humans. And a HUD would not work incorporated with an Elite’s helmet. Other than that it’s a great character. You were too creative for your own good. 😄))

((thanks and the things u said i just did wrong forget about them))

(ok, I'm creating a new rule for myself with Bloodshock. Just like in the game, Bloodshock has a limit. However, instead of having to ditch it, Bloodshock recharges energy. Naturally, if you don't use it too much at once, the energy will recharge faster)
(Zeshi)
I jumped backwards, getting slashed at by an honor guard. "Do I never get a break?" I complained, dodging a couple more slashes. "Take your death quickly, heretic," said the HG (honor guard). I pointed my Assault Rifle at the HG, but it sliced off the barrel, rendering the weapon useless. I dodged another attack, reaching for Bloodshock. I energized it in time to clash the blade against the HG's own Energy Sword. I smirked as his sword began to turn black. "What is this?!!?" he shouted, dropping his sword. His hand was slightly singed. I took this opportunity of momentary awe to ram Bloodshock into his stomach. "This," I said, twisting the blade, "is heresy." I kicked the HG off my blade, letting him slowly bleed to death on the ground. I turned around, but then felt a pain in my left shoulder. The damned Honor Guard had taken his last energy to stab my in the shoulder with his energy sword. I growled a deep demonic growl, stepped on the barely alive Honor Guards back...and ripped his head from his shoulders. I let out a loud roar as I held the Honor Guards Head up in the air. Then, I did something very odd. To most Elites anyway. I opened my mouth, and let the Honor Guards blood drip down my throat. I tossed the head aside as I looked around for a new enemy to strike down.

((just wondering theevilgood are u in the same place as LF?))

((I have characters going planet side and characters in the hangar, where everyone else is.))

Izual clashed swords with another honour guard, "you will die by my blade heritic! the great journy will not be stoped!" the HG said with anger backing up, then chaged at Izual slashing downwards. Izual dodged but barley escaped being slashed in the leg by the energy sword. Izual got up limping, he threw his sword at the HG wounding the arm that was holding the sword. Purple blood gushing out lof both of them, Izual took out his carbine and shot at the open wound. the HG fell to the ground dead, And Izual limped behind Shxzalor so he could rest.

(I'm pretty sure that I'm with the Leiutenant...dammit I'm confused. Are LF's Elite characters with the LT)

((Yeah, theevilgood, all characters except FG725's Atkins, SilentWolf's Spartan-116, NolaOne/Liquid Fire's Nuron, and my Corporal Yi are with the LT on the Covie ship. That's where you and and everyone else is--if there's anyone left alive there! Soon as LF finishes off the last Elite who is fighting Shxlor, we'll be ready to move out from the hangar))

((Finally a piece of work I am somewhat proud off.))

The hangar was bombarded by rapid-fire bursts of light as the blades of the two fighting Sangheili clashed together in a battle that combined everything both of the two warriors had. Sparks and the smell of super heated air burst forth from each impact of their archaic weapons, intensifying the heat of the brutal melee combat that had ensued. Both of the combatants would be pushed to higher limits in this fight.

Shxzalor had his back partly facing his enemy as he came out of his spin, twirling his swords with his arms, and making the actions more complex and more importantly more lethal by making expert use of his wrists. In the mere second it took him to come out of his spin and land on his feet, their weapons had battered each other four more times. A rain of sparks fell to the floor, bouncing a few times in a liquid like motion before going out. The Elite, his armor black and outlined by gold landed heavily, facing his enemy directly. The side of his neck dripped some blood from a slight wound, he’d gotten into the habit of pulling his attacks, and that lack of awareness had nearly cost him. “I trained you far to well old friend.” Shxzalor said. His voice still had the deep serenity it always had, and still projected the aura of power, and as always it was mostly calm.

The Honor Guard rushed forward, swinging his blades with skill, talent, and infinitely refined precision. More than one impact a second rained the sound of battle throughout the hangar as the two dueled. Ghostly shadows combined with flashes of light danced along his armor and face, making him look like some supernatural warrior from the old myths and legends. Shxzalor fell out of the spin, and the Honor Guard slowed, letting some distance come between them. He grinned when he saw the wound on Shxzalor’s neck, but the others comment merely bounced of his helmet. “Your training has much less to do with this as you think heretic!” He roared, “My skill surpasses your own by far! My strength and honor are not tainted like that of yours traitor!”

Shxzalor stood facing his foe, legs and arms slightly bent, muscles tensed into rocks, his position was slightly hunched over. His own blades let the red glow wash over his chest, and play with the shadows on his face. “My allegiance is to the Covenant! Not the Prophets!” Shxzalor said, his voice rising but not with anger. “That is my oath! And I will uphold my oath to my dying breath! Don’t be blind!” His voice held compassion and urgency.

“YOU ARE AN INFIDEL!” The Honor Guard roared, raising a sword to point at Shxzalor “AN UNBELIEVER! YOU HAVE NO FAITH!” He was consumed by rage, not heeding Shxzalor’s words. “I WILL NOT HEAR YOUR BLASPHEMY!”

When Shxzalor spoke again his voice was softer, and very quiet. “I have more faith than you can ever know...” It carried a hint of sadness and regret. “What I have done for my people and my duty...you would never understand....” He opened his eyes and looked up at the Honor Guard, “You may call me a traitor...” He said, “But I am NO betrayer!” The sides of his helmet turned red as he slowly raised his swords, though the very center front was still black. His contained anger obvious in his movements and his eyes.

“NOOOOOOO!” The battle cry was almost completely impossible to understand, more roar then shout of defiance. The Honor Guard held both swords out to his sides, arms bent so his elbows rested very near his sides, the swords at an upward angle, and slightly angled away from him. He tensed and launched into the air, his feet easily nine to ten feet above the ground. He was on a slight axis; legs partly spiraled, with swords swung out to the sides. He made one full rotation in the air, just finishing the spin when he swung at Shxzalor. Shxzalor took a step back, looking up at his aggressor that towered over him.

Shxzalor leaned forward slightly and crossed his swords in front of his face. The Honor Guard came hurtling down upon his enemy, slashing both swords side by side down at an angle. Both blades smashed down on the center of Shxzalor’s X. The weapons met with a sound like several small forks of lighting striking together, and both combatants were showered in countless sparks. The impact jarred Shxzalor’s arms and he was nearly cleaved in half by his own blades. With his crimson swords crossed in an X and the Honor Guards side by side in the center, it became a trial of strength. Both Elites, arms and legs shaking with exertion pressed against one another, Shxzalor’s eyes were half closed and his mandibles pressing against one another. The two Elites faces were only about a foot and a half apart, they could see each other through the storm caused by their weapons, both glared into each others faces, the Honor Guard’s full of rage and hate. “I will give you the fate you deserve fallen one.” The Honor Guard whispered.

Shxzalor reared back ever so slightly, the movement was very small, but held so much more. His eyes filled with anger and that energy coursed through his veins. His mandibles opened wide and a deafening roar escaped him, drowning out all other noise. The Honor Guard’s heart faltered. Shxzalor overcame the other Elite and hurled his strength against it, causing the Honor Guard to stumble a few steps backwards. Shxzalor rushed forward and pressed his brutal attack, swords and arms blurs. He wasn’t using his feet much but what he was using was defiantly enough. The Honor Guard fell back further and further as assaults came from all directions, he was barely able to keep up. He brought one sword up and had it knocked to the side, another blade sent his other sword to the ground... Shxzalor swung both his blades horizontal and the Honor Guard ducked and then tried to seize his chance. Shxzalor spun, both his blades slamming into the others, and he spun again until the continued blows and sent one of the Honor Guards blades flying out of his hand. Suddenly Shxzalor was completely still, the abrupt stop so fast people didn’t realize it’d happened until half a second after. His one arm was out stretched, and the sword was buried through the Honor Guard’s chest. Legs bent, his second sword was at his side, parallel to his left leg, pointing away from him at a twenty-degree angle. His position never wavered.

The Honor Guard looked up at Shxzalor in utter shock, his hands nearly clasped around the sword At first nothing happened for several long seconds, but he soon fell forward onto one knee. He closed his eyes, “Finish it. You have given me a good death...friend.” Then the Honor Guard looked up at him, “I am sorry.” Tears began to form in his eyes, “But I am given new faith. You have opened my eyes brother...I can see that now...”

Uttering a cry of infinite sadness and regret, Shxzalor wrenched his blade upward. It cleared the top of the Honor Guard in a wave of blood, and explosion of purple, and the body toppled backwards. Shxzalor sagged, shoulders drooped, head hung. Both of his swords deactivated and his eyes were plunged into shadow. “But it must be done...” He said, eyes shut and hidden in darkness as he looked at the ground. His voice was barely a whisper.

(thats all good but no one else who is with my guy is doing anything)

(Sorry, I had to wait for the HG's to die to post this

Yeah, Liquid, what's going on in the Warhawk? Yi's hand is hovering over the self-destruct button, Atkins and Rae are playing 52 pick-up in the back, and Nuron is muttering to himself. Lets's have some action on both fronts!

FG725, Atkins was given control of a big 'ol gun system with a visual display, which shows who's friendly and foe, and a moving chair. Liquid says it vibrates when the gun fires, and has a holder for your beverage of choice, too. I guess it's a big screen that wraps around you a bit, and spins with the chair, which spins when the turret does, with Dolby 5.1.1 surround sound and the whole deal. So shoot something already.)

On the Warhawk, Yi noticed a big, bright red button with a clear hinged cover over it. "This must be the weapons control button, right? I guess we better push it so they can get those guns to work. . ."

Brute came awake with a shock, and sat up quickly, mashing his nose into the hand which was holding the smelling salts under it. "OWMPH! Whatdda! Where!" As his eyes focused, he recognized the man the hand belonged to. "Owh. Yewb againdt. Danks." The pilot/engineer/nascent superhero had also treated the wound on his left arm with surprising skill, binding it together, filling it with biofoam, bandaging it tightly, and then affixing the arm from the elbow up to the large man's chest, leaving the arm below the elbow free to move. Davaran told Mike not to move the arm too much, and especially not to extend the arm very much--although the biofoam would numb the wound, it wouldn't prevent further tearing of the damaged bicep. While it wasn't a directly life-threatening wound, or a wound which would leave lasting damage if treated within a day or two, it was enough to effectively remove Brute from front-line combat until it was healed.

Holding his right hand to the bridge of his nose, he inhaled powerfully through it, and wiped the wetness from his eyes. "Looks like Ramiro didn't make it, either. I guess I should help you treat any of the other wounded we can. I heard Sarge say that losing the medic is like losing three other Marines, too, because they'll die when he can't treat them."

The rest of the group who were in fighting shape had moved out after briefly treating their own minor wounds, knowing that if they didn't take the fight to the enemy, more would be badly hurt and unable to fight, until the whole group was injured or dead. So the walking wounded were left to help those who were even less fortunate. Brute's basic training was still fresh on his mind, and he was able to 'biofoam, bind, and bandage", as the pamphlet on combat first-aid put it. The two soldiers moved around the area, also administering painkillers, setting a few broken bones, and moving the worst-off into a Pelican for evac ASAP. Some might not survive even the speediest trip back to the Razor's Kiss. When all was said and done, a few Marines were able to stay behind and guard the remaining Pelicans, including Mike and Davaran.

The former had run into a nasty surprise when helping treat the wounded--he came across Sgt. Jones and PFC Trotovski, newly dead. Brute didn't remember much from the few minutes before his injury, and had believed them still alive, and having moved on with the fighters. He tried to push the images from his head, looking around the room after they had finished treating everyone they could. His eye lighted on one Pelican, which had improbably brought a Warthog in with it. The front half of the 'Hog had been mostly destroyed in the fighting , and the mauled LRV still hung from the back of the Bird. "Now, why would they bring one of those into a ship like this? You'd never be able to get it into the hallways past the hangar! I guess someone wasn't thinking. Too bad we couldn't use it in here, though. It'd be nice to drag it around the ship and give the others some heavy-duty fire support." Brute sat down on a gravity cargo sled full of boxes, which was hooked to a stripped-down ghost as a tractor."

(And I convinced Liquid to have an optional wearable goggle-screen, kinda like a Spartan's helmet in a way, so you can turn your head and look all around "you", i. e. the turret, without it rotating really fast and tossing the little umbrella out of your drink. Liquid is hard at work describing the system now, especially the HUD. He says that when you put the goggles on, you get a welcome screen with the PsyCore logo that says "Hello! Welcome to the WarHawk 2553 turret gun system! Click here for a quick tour!" And an annoying, goofy looking mascot/assistant made out of a paperclip--or no, made out of an assault rifle. And then, sounds like you got some Covies to kill, FG!"

The interface the gunner uses to shoot the turret is relatively simply. The chair sits in a spherical section with only half of it in a wall. A curved rectangular screen sits in front of the chair that takes up the gunners view. It’s attached to the chair so they turn in unison. The screen has a friend or foe system to help gunners tell what to shoot. The chair will turn as the gunner turns the controls, the chair turning with the turret. The view on the screen changes accordingly. So when the chair turns, the view slides across the screen since your no longer looking at the same spot, you always shoot at the center of the screen.

The view is optional, it can be a grid with simple red shapes for enemies and a reticle in the center, or it can be a real visual view of what's happening with data and some enhancements so you can see enemy fighters. They blink red every three seconds or something, lol.

There is an optional goggle interface, the goggles replace the screen, making things easier for certain people. Whichever you think is cooler.

Izual looked at Shxzalor "come friend you did well, you did what must have been done... for your own life and for many more" he crawled over the the phantom "i am not of many much help in hand to hand for yourself you can decide but i can only give back up fire, does this ship have an armoury?" he said opening the entrance

"Well it looks like it's gonna be another long day," Atkins muttered. He found one of the covenant ships and locked onto it. The guns went off shooting the ship. Its metal was thick and strong so the bullets werent doing much. Then the ships turrets started firing back Atkins was blowing the guns off of the ship and finally managed to. The covenant wouldnt give up to easily though theey knew they wouldnt get out alive at this rate. Atkins was laughing maniacly as the ship slowly began to turn. "Shit," Atkins said in a scared shitless voice.
"Move faster," He yelled at Nuron.

((Not guns, dual mounted mini mac cannons. Unless they hit he seraph at an angle so they bounce off, they will punch clean through. They are also shredder rounds, exploding into a million pieces when they hit, but they move so fast they shred the inside of heir target.))

((Okay if anything is outta place or just plain wierd or wrong plz inform, ignore, or complain (but in a constuctive manner) cause i was kinda half @$$ writing with quick ideas))

Nuron wasn’t the least bit worried about one enemy ship, “Tell me when there is about 30 of ‘em on us then we may have to get messy.” Nuron was sitting in front of one of the most beautiful pieces of architecture in human spacecraft to date; a holographic system board for the WarHawk. Ergonomically designed to that even the most inexperienced flyer could take the helm and make it out of a firefight in one piece (also the hull armour helps); Nuron brought up his preset holo-board for him and Yi as she hadn’t the luxury nor time to make one for her self one her side. Basic movement and pre set-up advanced manuovers (AM) placed in closest reach, weapon’s master controls were next surrounding the navigation, Nuron had unlocked the holographic simulated 360X200(basically a more than half dome) HUDs for Rae and Atkins, they had several set-ups for weapons fire and enemy/ally recognition on command in the hand controls for each gunner; Nuron also had several other weapons systems at his discretion... ; After that along the wall was a screen display of the surrounding area, now starting to change from spatial proximities to showing altitude and ground terrain, and other texture and information about the ground that the common sensors don’t show (temperature, rock composition, air composition, and basically anything else a science station could ever want).

They entered the atmosphere, the shake was much less than the pelicans, at least for the first 7000 meters, “Hold on, you might get……heavy.” Nuron said as he set one of the farther holo-dials up from 1.0 to 1.85 Gs, everyone was pushed into there positions, but Nuron was most comfortable of course, “Not a bad trick.” Yi said, "Try doing a back flip in 3.2 G's with full combat gear." Rae and Akins continued to fire at the incoming Seraphs ((you guys just post in sync to this one cause it don’t have time to post to all your reactions)) , with only there aim to really to worry about, the weight wasn’t a worry yet. They were at mid-atmospheric pressures, 70 000 meters in 70 000 meters to go, Seraphs every vector in bound, Nuron sat up in his chair even more as he saw the ones coming directly in the path of the WH (WarHawk), “Hold on…” Nuron set in one of the AM controls and then almost braced the navigation controls as to rip them off, if they weren’t holographic, the WH made a 90o swing to the left then another 90o to horizontally as to go vertical to the earth below, the mini guns continued to fire, with still ideal accuracy thanks to the artificial gravity field, and independent Plain of Fire computer system. Two Seraphs fly inches pass the under body, then past the perusing ones, with graceful overtaking swings coming around to follow along with them, seven now within weapons range, more coming in, few more being shot up and falling back, some igniting into scrap metal ((Atkins, Rae, Yi, can post what your doing as I do these things in the post cause I know it would be a long drawn out seen for us all to react one after another in this part so just make long post side0by-side to this one or sumthing)). Nuron saw that there was another flank coming in from the port side, “Remember what I said? Well forget it. Just keep conscious, I have to lighten the resistance, Yi after I perform this next AM, I need you to take the helm, head for the nearest mountain range, I’m going to be controlling the secondary weaponry, don’t worry how close you get the computer will keep us airborne and stop it from scratching the paint.” Yi was hesitant, but then again she didn’t have much choice, “Ready.”

Nuron jacked up the G dial to 6.5 and it was still rising slowly compensating for the thrusters which were now visibly glowing a neon purple, the WH began to level out, then as the flanks came in, now 12 of them, it started to go up, the dial 7.1, planet horizon disappearing, then as half way through the loop, as the Seraphs were ¼ way through, the engines seem to stall then reverse course, making for a zigzag pattern, the entire lot of them were right under the nose of the WH, Nuron eased his left arm into pressing one of the secondary weapons buttons. As the WH came back to level able to see the Seraphs they were all slowing down, and losing telemetry, “Electric Energy Field, simple, but effective.” Nuron quickly commented as he again set up another AM, “Atkins, Rae, keep shooting on our six, I got the rest.” Seraphs came from 10 and 2, 10 000 meters to go, “One more turn…” Nuron said as again he darted pass the initial volley of fire, then hitting the AM to do a 180 turn, the G dial spiked and held them in place at a good 7.8, Nuron now showing fatigue and reaching for another weapons system button, pushed it in, the under carriage opened up on the hull nearest the wings on either revealing cluster rockets, Nuron punched in 2 full volleys, the first two rockets went searing to the 2 nearest, they released just in time to have only half of each hit the Seraphs, the clusters were EMPs, with minor explosive power, but to an aircraft means, end of the road; The remaining half make full turn around following the remaining Seraphs towards the now hovering WH, Nuron released the second volley dispersing in time to pincer attack the Seraphs in conjunction with the 1st volley.

“Yi,” Nuron said, “Go…” Nuron turned in his seat to the two holo-gunners in exhaustion but not incapacitated or any loss of enthusiasm, “Keep shooting anything that isn’t ours, but that should ease the rest of the trip, if we find what we’re looking for fast enough.”

Davaran looked down to Brute (I like your subtle ideas!) "Hmm.." eyeing the tractor.. "Do you know how.. to weld?" he asks, seeing brute nod.. realizing this man was quite capable he finds a plasma rifle.. "The capacitors in this weapon are hotter than most of our torches we use for our welds." Davaran helps brute up and instructs him on the method to remove a warthogs weapon from the back, and after that.. the stripped ghost. "Any idea for armor?" he says. realizing this may be the most idiotic idea ever, and suicidal.. but the last thing the covenant will suspect.. is a chaingun toting heavily armored ghost, speeding down the halls.. But that is assume brute is in the condition to do any of the such, that arm looks very bad..

Ten heard the Ghosts coming, but had nowhere to run. The trees were leveled...the trees were leveled! He turned and darted behind them, the were very thick, about half as tall as he was. The perfect cover. In the distance he saw two Ghosts headed toward him, one much closer than the other. He crouched. When they neared one of them opened fire, the shots all missed, they weren't trying to kill him. They wanted him alive, or they wanted him in one piece...he saw an energy sword flash to life in the lead Elite's hand. Ten pulled himself onto the log, and started strafing slowly. The Ghost loomed nearer, and the Elite swung. However Ten had jumped a second before and the sword swung below him. He kicked out and his boot crushed the Elites head after passing through it's shields. The lifeless form topped off the Ghost, which slowed to a stop bouncing over the fallen trees. Ten ran and jumped onto the Vehicle and sped off over the logs, picking his path. He saw now the "forest" was only about fifty feet wide, it was a small line of trees.