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« on: December 07, 2012, 11:13:20 PM »

Things were heating up.

The Bumblebee lifepod tore through the atmosphere, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake. It rattled like a thing possessed, but Marcus didn't appear to be worried in the slightest.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you'll direct your attention to the forward viewport..."  He trailed off. Their destination seemed to be in quite the hurry to meet them.

It was actually quite beautiful, all things considered; as if someone had peeled a strip from a globe and inverted it. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the view for much longer. If the flames licking at the canopy were any indicator, they'd be touching down soon enough.

***

It seemed to happen much more quickly than he had expected.

One moment, free-fall, the next, impact. The side of the craft rebounded off of a nearby rock face, leaving a particularly mean-looking gash in the side of the lifepod's hull. Warning lights blinked on, indicators sounded in his helmet, but a quick glance at his instrument panel informed him that the interior hadn't been breached. The air brakes on that side, however, had been sheared away. The pod began to spin.

Miles muttered something under his breath, yanked the steering mechanism hard to the right, and aimed for the other side of the river that was rushing to greet them.

Things had gone better than he'd expected, because when Marcus shook off the disorientation of what he had hoped to be a successful crash landing, he realized he was still alive.
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« Reply #1 on: December 09, 2012, 09:55:16 PM »

Amelia glanced away from Anderson for just a moment, to see why on Earth the pilot would want to direct her attention forward. She assumed that it was nothing; or maybe a Covenant Cruiser. So she didn't look for more than a second and immediately turned back to what she thought was more important. But as she gazed into Anderson's gaping wound, the image of what she thought she saw began to burn in her mind.

She slowly turned her head back towards the cockpit. And there it was. A massive floating ring shaped ship. Or station. Amelia looked on, and the closer they got to it, the lower her jaw dropped.

"...What."


***

Re-entry was rough. Nothing like she had experienced before. She kept her gaze fixed on her feet while maintaining a firm grasp of the straps keeping her attached to the Bumblebee's hull.

Then weightlessness. The sudden change made Amelia squeal unexpectedly. She immediately stopped herself though, making the 'squeal' sound more like a high pitched gasp.

When the craft hit the rockface and begun spinning uncontrolably, that was when Amelia had enough. She blacked out until the escape pod rested still on the Ring's surface.

***

She lifted her head and groaned groggily. Her body ached from rag-dolling all over the place, but nothing was broken.

"Guys?"
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« Reply #2 on: December 10, 2012, 04:06:07 AM »

Jesse was the next person to come to. His harness may as well have been the only one that remained intact. He gave Amelia a thumbs up as he released himself from his safety harness. "Sergeant? You good?"

"Y-Yeah... just give me a sec..." Deamon released himself from his harness and attempted to move. He stopped when he noticed that his leg was caught in the corrugated metal. Some careful maneuvering would release his leg. "How's Anderson?"

"Dead, sir." Jesse grimaced at the sight of his fallen comrade. Only he remained out of his original fire team. "Bled out on the way down."

"Check on Miles, Haskall." Deamon ordered. As soon as he tried to walk, however, the ODST stumbled forward, almost onto Amelia. A sharp pain pierced his left calf. The warped interior of the Bumblebee had cut into his leg on the way down, most likely after his side of the pod grazed across the rock face before landing. "Damn it... Verve, get the emergency release hatch."
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« Reply #3 on: December 10, 2012, 08:01:46 AM »

Amelia pulled away from Anderson's corpse after confirming Jesse's diagnosis.

"Yes, sir."

Over the sound of buzzing electronics and the occasional cough or murmur, Amelia reached the rear of the pod and began looking for the emergency release latches. She found all five of them; four in each corner and a final one in the center. She pulled down the two top latches, then kneeled to life the two bottom ones. Finally she grabbed a firm grasp of the fifth and final latch, pushing it in and half-turning it clockwise, then pulling it and turning it counter-clockwise.

The door hissed, cracked and popped. But then nothing. With an annoyed groan Amelia returned to her seat, took up her medical bag, fixed her helmet and grabbed her MA5. Returning to the door, she smacked it three times with the butt of her rifle. Nothing. She kicked it. Nothing. Now growling with frustration, she threw the side of her body at the door, which unexpectedly worked.

The rear door released; the solid airtight hunk of metal falling out of the pod and Amelia with it. She bounced off when it hit the ground; rolling to the side. She immediately fixed herself up and pointed her rifle in the direction of her gaze. It was quiet; nothing but the sound of the breeze. 

Now particularly overwhelmed by the situation, she simply poked her head back inside. "C-clear. Everyone alright in there?"
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« Reply #4 on: December 15, 2012, 09:51:41 PM »

Marcus flipped the visor up on his flight helmet. He was a bit sore from the landing, but seemed to be otherwise operational. He flashed a thumbs up from the cockpit before hauling himself up out of the chair to exit through the rear of the craft. Ideally, they would be able to rendezvous with other UNSC forces in the area, where they would then be informed of how exactly they were going to get off this rock. Or ring. Whatever it was.

And, ideally, this would be sooner, rather than later.
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« Reply #5 on: December 15, 2012, 10:02:17 PM »

Deamon struggled to pick himself up and vacate the life boat. Once out, he slumped down next to the exit and examined the damage to his leg; A piece of shrapnel nestled loosely in his left shin. He cursed silently, and gripped the serrated metal.

"Sir?" Jesse crouched down beside the ODST.
"I'm fine." He replied, before shifting his gaze to Amelia. "Verve, I'm going to need you to help me with this. Once I pull this out- I'll be bleeding like a son of a bitch. Be ready to take off the leg-armour and put pressure on the wound."

When Amelia was ready, he yanked the metal out of his shin.
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« Reply #6 on: December 16, 2012, 05:51:45 AM »

"What? Oh, shit. Wait, sir-!"

Before Amelia could do anything, Deamon pulled the piece of shrapnel out of his foot. She immediately dropped beside him and did what he said; took off the foot plate and applied pressure. She grunted stressfully as she did so.

"I would have liked a moment to look at it, sir."

She bandaged the wound and wrapped it tight in an effort to stop the bleeding.

"That should do it. Let's all be careful from this point out, alright? I'm running out of this stuff."
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« Reply #7 on: December 16, 2012, 06:18:14 AM »

"Appreciated, and duely noted." Deamon replied, depolarizing his visor. "Miles, can you raise anyone on the comms?"
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« Reply #8 on: December 16, 2012, 06:34:43 PM »

Amelia looked back up at the pilot and Jesse, "Wait, is this it? What about the other two?" She stood up and looked back into the pod, "Wasn't there anyone else?"
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« Reply #9 on: December 16, 2012, 06:42:07 PM »

"They didn't make it." Deamon said, glancing at Amelia as he rose. He journeyed back into the Bumblebee and examined Anderson's body.

Jesse shrugged. "Anderson didn't make it, either." His tone was rather neutral for losing a squad mate.

Deamon yanked off Anderson's dog tags and tossed them to Jesse. "Remember him." He then proceeded to loot the deceased's MA5B assault rifle and M6 sidearm, as well as the additional ammo and supplies.

"I saw a black smoke plume to the north. My guess is you-enn-ess-see. Can I get a confirmation?" He asked, glancing at Marcus.
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« Reply #10 on: December 16, 2012, 07:46:11 PM »

The Lieutenant had exited the escape pod. He paced around it, surveying the damage as he adjusted his flight jacket. "The comms are dead. Your guess is as good as mine."

He saw Deamon retrieve a few M6 magazines and held up one of his own, rapping it lightly against the side of his helmet to hear the spring rattle. Empty.

"Can you spare a few rounds of that?"
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« Reply #11 on: December 16, 2012, 08:55:00 PM »

"'Course," Deamon replied, handing Marcus four out of the six that were on Anderson's person. "Make 'em count." He looked at Jesse. "We'll go check it out. Best to vacate before any Covenant show up."

Jesse nodded. "Sound idea, sir. Into the brush, then?"

"You know it." He replied. "I'm taking point. The rest of you- form up behind me. Haskall and Verve, either side. Miles, keep eyes on our six."

When the remainder of the team was ready, they took their formations and entered the brush. Their path was overshadowed by the countless green-rich trees that towered over them. In the distance, running water could be heard, as well as the sounds of various wild life. The beach the team had landed at became little more than a spec in the twenty-one minutes of jogging and frequent running.

Occasionally the team paused and hunkered down in a patch of shrubbery to survey the area. At these times, Deamon attempted to raise an allied comm network, but to no avail. There was simply no one in range. The plume of smoke in the distance seemed to be getting larger, if only by a small amount.

Suddenly the familiar whine of alien engines filled the air. The veteran Sergeant waved everyone back into a nearby shrub as the Spirit-class drop ship came to a hover on the other side of the river and unloaded its payload comprised of a trio of Elites- two blue, the other, crimson, a sextet of minor Grunts, and two pairs of Jackals.

"Why didn't we see any of the squawkers on the Autumn?" Jesse whispered, adjusting his aim.

"They're pirates." Deamon answered, his voice just as low as Jesse's. "The Covenant don't let them fight ship-to-ship because they may steal important technology."

Jesse laughed dryly. "Yeah. Like we have anything the Covenant could possibly want."

Deamon shrugged. "Eh-Eyes, maybe. Nav data."

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« Reply #12 on: December 16, 2012, 10:11:59 PM »

"How do you know they're pirates?" Amelia asked quietly, shifting closer to get a better look, "You seen'em with a Jolly Roger on their shields?"
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« Reply #13 on: December 16, 2012, 11:14:50 PM »

"No, like..." Deamon sighed. "I was on this one Op with a squad on Sidewinder, where I had to search a base for survivors, and four of those squawkers where tearing apart a Hornet for spare parts. Brutes came in, and started yelling at 'em. Soon there was this whole firefight."

"What'd you guys do?" Jesse asked. "Just sit and watch?"

"Oh, hell no." He replied. "We finished it. Suppressed weaponry tore through them like chum."

Jesse nodded slowly. "What are we going to do about them?"

Deamon scanned the area for a moment, then raised his hand. "See that waterfall, just over there?" He said, gesturing. "Let's get up there. Does anyone have a grenade on them?"
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« Reply #14 on: December 20, 2012, 08:16:21 PM »

Marcus racked the slide of his M6 as quietly as possible. "Negative," he responded to Daemon. "Should we sneak around?"
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