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« Reply #45 on: November 08, 2012, 05:34:47 AM »

Dom accepted the help up the ladder.   The Brazilian ODST switched back to his assault rifle from his pistol.
"Thanks pal".   He nodded his head and formed up with Donald, it was only natural for him he was use to Donald being CO of Metal Team. Bah why did he keep thinking about Cassy, and Tom, hell even Serenity even if she was not a formal member and a Spartan.  But things went to hell on Reach, the glassing and evac went to shit, hopefully everyone from Metal made it home. Reach, she was gone, how long till they got Earth now?  Dom was shaken out of it by a firm grip on his shoulder, he'd pray about it later, the Big Man would help him out, always found a way, maybe not right away but.

"Focus Lad.   You and I need to have a chat, we can do it in Portuguese on the Bumblebee, or in private once we get wherever the hell we are going. 'Sides those elites over there have a date with our assault rifles, lucky bastards."

Donald and Dom made there way to a wall indentation and alternated fired on the elites so there was a near constant barrage of bullets focused on the elites.

"You know this is about the time in the movie when the ship won't start till the last second or we start getting overrun run and somehow barely escape" commented Dom.

"This isn't the Hollywood, this is an even better show the UNSC Marine Corps presents "How to Kill Religious Alien Nutjobs in Outerspace".
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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.

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« Reply #46 on: November 15, 2012, 01:11:06 AM »

The Elite's body riddled by Dom and Donald's combined fire, its corpse dropped to the floor awkwardly, breaking its neck(As if there needed to be any more confirmation.). Deamon gave a satisfying nod as he crouched down beside one of the Marines. "Which one are you?"
"Anderson, sir." The Marine replied, giving a quick salute. "My friend here is Haskall."
The other glanced at Deamon and saluted. "Pee-Eff-See Jesse Haskall, sir."
Deamon nodded to Jesse and glanced over the combat barriers surrounding the Bumblee's entrance. "Helluva mess. you two do this all yourselves?"
Jesse shook his head, and Daniel spoke. "Apart from the squad you just took out? Some of them, yeah. Another fire team got cut down here just as we arrived. Figured we could splice open that escape pod and get out of here ourselves."
"Can any of you even pilot a lifeboat?" Deamon asked.
"How hard can it be?"

Deamon glanced at Marcus, who was still working away at his lifeboat's damaged access terminal. He was about to answer when another explosion rocked the Pillar of Autumn once more, but this time the explosion was in November Team's location. All were undamaged, but more Covenant emerged from the wreckage, most combat ready, others staggered, but regaining composure. A Needler round came penetrated Anderson's armour. He cried out in pain and knelt, injured.

"November form up around the pod! Get to cover, now!"
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« Reply #47 on: November 17, 2012, 10:22:43 PM »

Lieutenant Miles had taken a seat at the front of the lifepod. Switches were flicked, instrument panels blinked on, and as he pulled the visor down on his pilot helmet, his heads-up display booted up. Systems checks scrolled across his field of vision, and after a few seconds that felt like an eternity, a quiet ping informed him that everything was operational. He glanced over his shoulder at the firefight playing out in the hallway behind him. "Alright, all aboard!"
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« Reply #48 on: November 18, 2012, 12:21:37 AM »

Having seemingly manifested out of nowhere, Amelia grabbed Anderson by his collar just after he took a knee. She tugged him along towards the now open bumblebee entrance.

"All aboard, pilot's orders!"

She placed Anderson in an open seat and she took the one next to him. The needler round hadn't penetrated so deep, so Amelia believed she could fix him up promptly.

After equipping a pair of gloves, she grabbed a firm grip of the needle and without warning tugged it free. She placed in a quick application biofoam patch. After breaking it, it immediately expanded, plugging the wound.
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« Reply #49 on: November 18, 2012, 01:53:24 AM »

Deamon fired another shell from his shotgun. The resulting action was half of a Grunt warrior missing. As he began to back into the Bumblebee pod, an Elite caught him off guard and swung at the ODST using the energy dagger that emitted from its knuckle plating. Instinctively Deamon raised his shotgun in defence. While the action may have bought him a few more seconds, he now held a seperate piece of his shotgun in both his hands.

'Just not my fucking day...' Deamon thought to himself as the Elite roared in his face. Haskall fired at the Elite with his assault rifle, giving Deamon enough time to hurl a piece of his shotgun at the Elite before running into the pod. His saviour was already buckled in as Deamon quickly found a seat across from Amelia.

"Punch it!" he shouted once everyone intended was inside. A plasma grenade detonated just outside the pod, throwing debris at Anderson, who grunted in pain.
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« Reply #50 on: November 23, 2012, 06:42:47 AM »

Donald and Dom retreated to the door of the pod, covering it for a moment as they quickly scanned the area for any other living human crew members.

"Looks like we are the last ones Don" said Dom as he ripped the pin off a frag grenade and tossed it towards the incoming Covenant borders.

"Yeah Covenant are coming in hard.  Launch is going to be hell of a lot dangerous at this rate" said Donald shooing Dom towards the craft as best he could.  It wasn't easy moving a man who didn't want to be moved  who was taller and heavier than you while trying to shoot your gun.

"Sir you aren't going to do what I think you are thinking...hell no I'm not letting you do this alone.  You taught me to always do my best to get my people out alive, well here I am" said Dom slamming his fist onto the door locking mechanism effectively locking and sealing the door.   

"Punch it, we'll keep the Covenant off your asses.   Godspeed November, Metal Team over and out. See you on the other side" transmitted Dom. He tapped the Bumblebee and flashed a thumbs up.



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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.

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« Reply #51 on: November 27, 2012, 03:25:55 AM »

The lifepod pilot clicked his mic. "Charlie 13 is away."

Marcus lurched against his harness as the craft burst from its launch tube, hurtling through the void as it fled a dying ship. The pod fell silent as the Autumn receded into the distance, and Marcus cast a quick glance back at his passengers as they leveled out. "The other pods seem to be heading towards the ring. Now would be a good time to strap in."

The structure ahead loomed ever larger in the forward viewport. And while he could only imagine what might be down there, it seemed they would find out soon enough.
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« Reply #52 on: December 01, 2012, 07:54:00 PM »

November Team's Bumblebee drifted ever closer to the unknown structure. Despite their early departure from the battle on the Pillar of Autumn, the team's lifeboat was not the only one to jettison from the mother ship. They would be the lucky ones; Covenant boarding parties soon after began to obliterate still-docked life boats to make room for their own boarding craft.

"Sergeant!" Haskall called. He caught Deamon's attention and gestured at Anderson, who was now bleeding again from his wounds. The Marine was not going to make it. In spite of that, Deamon unbuckled himself and began to tend to Anderson. He was quick to seek help from Amelia and Jesse, who were on either side of the dying Marine.

The ODST Sergeant gave an elongated glance outside of the pod. Seraphs were closing in on November's pod. Deamon braced as they began to open fire. Thankfully, the skilled piloting by Marcus kept them safe from the barrage just in time for a squadron of Longsword bomber craft to cover and escort the team.

Deamon soon made his way to Marcus, standing just behind his seat. That's when their object of interest truly came into the light; A massive ring, just floating in space. The outside appeared to be made of a silver metal. Normal. Very normal for space installations.

But the interior...

The pod shuddered violently, sending Deamon back. Warning signals blared inside the entry vehicle. The damage to the Bumblebee was minor, but life support was failing fast and the hull's integrity wouldn't last much longer. Longsword bombers sped ahead, all three sporting significant damage.

And, with the ring coming into full view, there was no time to debate on its assurance. Deamon strapped himself back in, and prayed that his team would make it.
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