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« Reply #15 on: September 28, 2012, 02:06:57 AM »

Amelia's ammunition counter dropped to double-zero. She pulled back behind her pillar to reload, catching a quick gaze of the two Elites at the other end of the hall. She smirked to herself as she ejected her AR's empty magazine, reaching around for another. She claimed the life of one Grunt and wounded another. Slamming in the new mag and slapping the bolt, Amelia emerged from her cover and made for a closer one; time to push them back.

"Cover me!"
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« Reply #16 on: September 29, 2012, 09:56:03 PM »

"Covering!"

The slide locked back and Marcus rummaged for a reload, jamming a fresh magazine into the pistol grip and sliding the empty one into an empty pocket. He resumed firing.

A high-caliber round impacted one of the Elites, sending spittle across the deck as it howled in an alien tongue. The shimmering field surrounding it popped as a volley of rifle fire tore into its midsection. Always the oppurtunist, Marcus fired again and sent a round through the creature's open faceplate. It lodged itself somewhere in the alien cranium, detonated, and sent a fine spray of purple mist and graymatter across the floor.

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« Reply #17 on: October 02, 2012, 01:39:31 AM »

Amelia hadn't made it far, but her distraction brought an Elite out of cover, allowing the pilot to land a headshot. She was now taking cover in an open maintenance walkway.

There was one left, and now she was closer to it. The split-lipped, ten foot tall, scaley bastard was pissed about something. Amelia couldn't exactly tell what, but she deducted that it might have something to do with his face being covered in his friend's brain matter.

She hadn't fired a shot since reloading, so she bet her chances in taking this thing down were good.

The Elite jumped out of cover and began running at the group. On a suicide mission after the loss of its squad, probably. As it fired plasma bolts down the hall, the rest of the group returned fire. Remaining concealed until the last moment, Amelia squeezed the trigger once the Elite had passed. It spun around in surprise, firing bolts widely as the group continued to tag it in the back. Amelia dropped into the walkway to dodge the fire, only narrowly avoiding being hit.

Another few presses of the trigger later, the Elite's shields popped and it staggered back into a wall as it was filled with lead. Now comfortably filled with enough bullets to fill two or more AR mags, the Elite slid down and fell into a pool of its own blood.
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« Reply #18 on: October 02, 2012, 02:23:47 AM »

Deamon, viewing the entire ordeal, was personally very impressed. "Not bad." He said to Amelia, giving a nod of approval. "I'd have joined in but this damn thing jammed on me." He said, ejecting the magazine and tossing the rifle at the Elite's corpse.

Picking up the fallen alien's plasma rifle he gestured in the general direction of the hanger. "We've wasted enough time here- Let's get these men to their birds, people."

* * * * * * *

It wasn't long until November Team had descended three more decks. Fighting through wave after wave of covenant boarding parties, they had regrouped with a mass of pilots fighting their way to their drop ships. An explosion erupted from down the hallway.

"Hold positions!" Shouted the woman seemingly in charge of the large group. Bolts of green and blue plasma pierced through the smoke and flames. Several connected with any unwise Marines and pilots, killing them instantly or at least severely wounding them.

"Everyone in cover!" She shouted again. Everyone who could grab cover did. Others provided suppressing fire.

Deamon immediately hid behind a combat barrier and called to Amelia, "Corpsman, pick out the dead from the still-able! We'll cover you!" He barked. "I want both of our pilots in the very back. Donald and Dom, you move up here with me to provide suppressing fire!"
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« Reply #19 on: October 02, 2012, 02:38:14 AM »

"Aye, sir!" Amelia immediately moved up the hall, using the chaos as cover to get to a low but wide support beam in the middle of the hall. Two pilots and a marine were already there, both the pilots being injured. After establishing their condition, she got to work on pulling others to her cover.

Despite his orders, Frederick was quick to arrive by Deamon's side. "Mate, listen; I appreciate the escort, but you've got another pilot that needs to get out of here. Only one of us needs to get to the hangar and that's me. If this gets to hot, you all need to go. You got that?"
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« Reply #20 on: October 02, 2012, 02:52:40 AM »

Dom and Donald quickly grabbed a pistol, an assault rifle, and mags for both when the fire fight died down.  The Corperal and Gunny weren't issued guns when they were thawed out, some bastard took guns he wasn't suppose to, or the bay didn't  have enough arms for everyone bloody unfrozen at the same time, it wasn't exactly an armory, it was a cyrobay.   

"Aye Sergeant.   You're doing a good job, at this rate I won't have to issue a single order to you blokes said Donald.  The Gunnery Sergeant delivered a hearty laugh. He provides covering fire with his assault rifle and Dom did the same.
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« Reply #21 on: October 05, 2012, 04:27:29 AM »

Deamon mulled over Frederic's request. With a sigh, he agreed. "Alright. If you're certain." He handed the pilot his plasma rifle just as another explosion erupted from down the hallway. This time a pair of cobalt-armoured behemoths boasting a gigantic shield and fuel rod cannon on either arm each emerged through the thick grey smoke. "Hunters", the Marines called them. These barbaric giants were seemingly unstoppable and always deployed in pairs, as well as required heavy and concentrated fire whenever they combated human resistance. As the Hunters lumbered down the hallways, the mass of human soldiers concentrated their fire.

Deamon swore as he glanced up from the combat barrier just in time to witness the demise of a pilot who got to close to a Hunter and, as consequence, was hit by a Hunter's shielded arm and crushed against the wall of the Autumn's hallway, becoming nothing more than a splattered red mess of flight gear and body. The veteran ODST winced and gave everything that was relevant to a firearm to Frederic. "Stay alive." He said, lightly knocking the pilot's helmet.

"HUNTERS FIRING!" Someone shouted. As both Hunters primed their arm-mounted cannons- signified by the bright green energy lighting up through the open parts of their weapon- the UNSC forces took evasive action. Some weren't as lucky. The first blast collided with the closest combat barrier and succeeded in melting through it, and to the pilots taking cover behind it, leaving behind only a thin cloud of smoke and black debris marks on the floor where they had once been. The second shot simply hit one of the multiple support beams in the hallway, forcing it to collapse and impede the Hunters' progress.

November Team would use this to their advantage. "November, pull out! We've got other things to do!" Deamon ordered. He waved for Donald and Dom to follow him, and ran past Amelia, tugging on her combat armour's collar. "Time to go!"

After gesturing Marcus to withdraw with the rest of the team, Deamon picked up a stray shotgun and led November Team to a temporarily safe(Only because of the fact that it was deserted.) section of hallway, far away from the Hunter pair. "Everyone here?" he asked. "Miles, what deck is your 'Bee on?"
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« Reply #22 on: October 06, 2012, 02:58:46 AM »

Marcus flinched, hearing another blast from the Hunters' arm cannons. The deck rattled.

"It's not too far from the bridge. Airlock 64," he said quickly. He felt the corridor reverberate beneath his feet.

He peered down the length of the hall to see if the Hunters had followed them.

"If I had a rocket launcher..."
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« Reply #23 on: October 06, 2012, 06:51:29 AM »

"Shit what are Hunters doing here?" asked Dom.   

"Easy now Dom, you sound like a Greenhorn who just got out of basic who has never seen a Hunter before.   We are away from them now and I suggest we keep it that way. Even with all your praying, I'm still putting my money on the hunters to kick your ass" responded Donald.   The Scottish veteran chuckled.       

"Well, let's get moving lads, from the sounds of things the Autumn is getting hammered  by the Covenant like a cheap prostitute, I'd rather be on this guys Bubblebee then in here when it happens". 



 
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« Reply #24 on: October 06, 2012, 03:49:24 PM »

Frederick looked down at his pistol and the Plasma Rifle he had just been given. Then he watched as November Team retreated down another hall. Nodding to himself, he gazed back down at the weapons.

"Well fuck this thing!" He laughed, throwing away the pistol and holding the rifle, "This will obviously be more effective!"  


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Amelia finally followed after everyone, entering the vacant hallway after Donald's comment. She bent over with her hands on her knees and panted, "I just left behind men who needed me... and you..." She looked up at Donald, "Why are you talking like we've lost? Let's just regroup with another squad and go back there!"

She stood and looked at Deamon, "Those pilots needed us and we just left them! Sir, this is fubar!"
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« Reply #25 on: October 07, 2012, 11:41:48 PM »

"When you've been fighting the Covenant as long as I have, you know when you're in a losing battle.     In case you haven't realize, part of the Covenant fleet (OOC I am not sure how many ships the Arbiter brought with him to chase the Autumn initially.)  has followed us from Reach, god knows when the rest of it will arrive.    I'd rather be on the ground on that Hula Hoop then up here, closest place to here.        That is if that thing even has a breathable atmosphere, or a place we can set down.    Besides, we're probably going to have wounded on the ground ma'am, I'm sure they could use your help" said Donald.


(OOC Let me know if I am a bit premature with my thinking, and using too much outside knowledge here)
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Guide this one to where the traveler never tires,
The lover never leaves, the hungry never starve.
Guide this one, Kalahira,
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« Reply #26 on: October 07, 2012, 11:46:41 PM »

(OoC: I think he'd know the full situation, but there'd be other who don't.)

Amelia looked at Donald with a look of confusion and shook her head, "What Hula Hoop thing?"
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« Reply #27 on: October 08, 2012, 12:04:16 AM »

"Out the bloody window, on the way to the armory I saw a giant hula hoop thing floating there in space.    Maybe some kind of Covenant Space Station or something, I don't know never seen anything like it before, it is like something out of a science fiction movie.    I don't think humans built it, that is for sure or we would of gotten bloody help already.
Either way I think it is our best bet, and it is where they told people to go" said Donald.

"I think you are just going senile and seeing things" teased Dom.

"You heard the guy in the cyro bay, make your way to a Peli or Bumblebee, the pilots are going to take you to safety.    I don't think we would make it the Gas Giant in lifeboats and Pelicans when we have all of these Covenant ships crawling about". 

     
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Kalahira, mistress of inscrutable depths, I ask forgiveness.
Kalahira, whose waves wear down stone and sand—
Kalahira, wash the sins from this one,
And set him on the distant shore of the infinite spirit.
Kalahira, this one’s heart is pure,
But beset by wickedness and contention.
Guide this one to where the traveler never tires,
The lover never leaves, the hungry never starve.
Guide this one, Kalahira,
And he will be a companion to you as he was to me.

"All life dies, all worlds too, and if there is guarenteed perpetual existence, after that - what does it matter how the end comes?" - Gravemind
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« Reply #28 on: October 08, 2012, 04:35:17 AM »

"The three of you- mouths shut for at least a minute." Deamon inspected the shotgun in his hands and glanced at each member of the group. "To answer all of your questions: a rocket launcher would risk 'holing the 'Autumn'. I don't care what the Covenant are packing- I'm not leading a bunch of aliens with a lust of reckless abandon... I'm leading a bunch of humans with reckless abandon- Much smarter."

The Sergeant pulled up a map layout of the Pillar of Autumn's superstructure. Airlock 64 was still a fair distance from November Team. To get there in the most minimal amount of time would require them to pass through one of the ship's maintenance ducts, then climb two decks to the correct one. As Deamon glanced around again, he pointed at Dom and Donald. "Conspiracy theorists, take point. I'm uploading our route to everyone's Heads Up Display. As always, Miles will stay in the middle and Verve will bring up the rear with me... Unless anyone wants to argue over the position of being vaporized by the Hunter pair first?"

After a brief silence, Deamon nodded. "Didn't think so. March!" As everyone passed by him, he waited for Amelia to pass by and grabbed her by the arm and leaned closer to her. As his visor de-polarized he brought his voice to a quiet tone. "I know the last thing you'd probably want to do is leave a dying soldier behind. I've been there, I know what it's like to be a medic. But even a Hunter pair couldn't take on a good thirty of the You-Enn-Ess-See's best." He patted he on the shoulder and gave a slight grin. "Go catch up. I'll be right behind you."
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« Reply #29 on: October 08, 2012, 03:06:25 PM »

Deamon was right, but that didn't mean Amelia had to be OK with it. Dying right then in a firefight while defending wounded sat better with her than dying later. But she wasn't the insubordinate type, so she nodded. "Yes, sir. Stop me when we find a window." She then shoved off his hand from her shoulder and jogged after the rest. Just because she wasn't going to say she wasn't pleased, didn't mean she wasn't going to show it.
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