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« Reply #15 on: December 25, 2012, 07:07:10 PM »

"I have five," Amelia said, looking at Deamon with a blank face. She maintained that look for about two seconds, "No. I don't have a grenade. I'm a medic. But I have a scalpel. Do you want me to scalpel them?"
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« Reply #16 on: January 01, 2013, 10:04:23 PM »

"I have a few, sir." Haskall added. "What's the plan?"

"We're going to make a diversion, sort of." The Sergeant gestured towards the waterfall. "Up there, double time, as quiet as you can."

It only took a few minutes to reach the top of the waterfall, November Team remained in the bushes, watching the Covenant patrol wander around. Deamon gestured for Haskall to cross the stream, taking a single grenade with him. Deamon carried the second grenade.

"Alright, once these explode- open fire." He waited a few moments before picking a target- The Major Elite standing next to a trio of Grunts. Once he felt ready, Deamon signalled Haskall, who gave him a thumbs up. He sucked in a breath, counted to three, pulled the pin, and threw the grenade.

The balled explosive hit the crimson-armoured alien in the head, and dropped to its feet. The Elite barely had time to react before the grenade exploded. Haskall's landed between the pair of blue armoured Minor Elites, killing them on the spot when his grenade went off. Only the stragglers remained now, the Jackals, four of them, an injured Elite and five Grunts. Deamon began to fire at them using his assault rifle.
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« Reply #17 on: January 05, 2013, 10:53:02 PM »

Marcus managed a subtle smirk. The ambush had worked as intended, thinning out the enemy forces enough to be finished off by combined small arms fire. The pilot contributed to their assault every few seconds, popping up to send a round down range before taking cover to repeat the process.

He had never been an exceptional marksman, but a few of his shots were rewarded with a spray of flourescent alien viscera, and he'd managed to get around one of the Jackal's shields. Emerald plasma bolts were still lancing up at himself and his comrades, but there were fewer now. The pilot crouched behind a boulder and waited for the others to finish things up.
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« Reply #18 on: January 05, 2013, 11:39:04 PM »

"FFFFFFFFFUCK!" Amelia suddenly exclaimed, who had inexplicably at that instant become overwhelmed with rage. She roared a fierce battlecry that caused all surrounding Grunts to soil their suits to the point of them choking to death on their own excrement. She proceeded to charge the Jackals head strong, giving them the finger as she emptied her entire sixty-round magazine from the hip, all the while screaming profanities.

Three of them were killed, leaving the last. She proceeded to drop her rifle and chase down Jackal, tackling the xeno to the ground and promptly gouging its eyes out with the finger of his fallen comrades.

Now only the Elite remained, who all this time, could only watch on in horror. Amelia slowly rose from the Jackal's corpse and starred directly at the split-jawed, suit soiled xeno scum. Her face was glowing read and twitching with anger. She was one angry marine.

As the Elite took one nervous step backwards, Amelia immediately responded; "SHIT EATING LIZARD FUCKING BITCH."

Amelia threw herself at the Elite, wielding only a medical grade scalpel. She grabbed the Elite and swung herself over onto his shoulders, where she then began driving the blade into the xeno. Its screams could be heard for miles.

When the Elite finally dropped to its knees and then to the ground, she leaped off and proceeded to kick it in the balls. Assuming they even had them. Which she doubted. Xeno faggot.
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« Reply #19 on: January 17, 2013, 04:37:09 AM »

The Covenant occupation in the area in particular had been dispatched. To Deamon's assumptions, it would either slow down the Covenant presence in the area or merely make them more ambitious in hunting November Team. He loaded a fresh magazine into his MA5B assault rifle and gestured to the base of the waterfall. "Verve, Miles. Grab a few plasma rifles- Double time."

"What about me, sir?" Haskall asked, shouldering his rifle.

"You're going to keep an eye on my back while I watch theirs'."
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« Reply #20 on: January 18, 2013, 08:39:59 PM »

Verve did so, moving into the open to search the Covenant corpses. She was almost out of ammo, so what she had left, she offered to Deamon. She picked up a plasma rifle and stashed her pack with two plasma grenades. Next time the sarge asked for some explosives, she should be able to deliver. 
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« Reply #21 on: January 18, 2013, 10:30:48 PM »

"Copy that."

The pilot poked his head up, and with a cursory glance in both directions (as one would do before crossing the street), hurried down the slope towards the aftermath of the ambush.

He soon spotted what he was looking for: the gleaming carapace of an Elite rifle. He stooped to retrieve it, hefting its unfamiliar weight to examine the readouts on the side. If there was a means of discerning how many rounds were left, it was beyond his understanding. He was going to assume it wouldn't be enough, though, and pocketed one of the Grunt's sticky grenades, just in case.
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« Reply #22 on: January 23, 2013, 06:13:47 AM »

While the rest of November Team scavenged for ammunition and weapons, Jesse was on watch. Once satisfied with the fact that there was nothing interesting going on with Deamon and the other two, he moved upstream. It was at this time he decided to sit down and relax for a moment or two. The team would rendezvous with him when they were ready.

The Marine fell to his knees before the creek, visually showing the signs of his fatigue. Taking off his helmet and tossing it aside(Along with his rifle.) and began splashing water on his face. Suddenly he coughed, spitting whatever water had made it into his mouth back into the stream. Jesse rubbed his forehead and studied the rainbow discolouration in his aquatic reflection, ignoring the butchered avian craws nearing him.

'That's jet fuel...' He thought to himself. He looked upstream, hoping to find the source. He tapped his ear. "Sergeant-" Oh, right. His ear piece was in his helmet.

But just as he reached for it, something lunged at him from the treeline- A Jackal! And not one, but two! The first quickly pinned the Marine down and snapped at him with its saliva-soaked beak-like mouth. Jesse responded to this by leaning his head to either side and punching the Jackal with his only free hand, attempting to wrestle the other free.

He shouted for the help of his squad mates and used his strength to launch the Jackal off of him using his legs. It was a success, if only for a few seconds of breathing room; The second Jackal was already coming in for its turn with a dangerous and hungered haste. The last thing Jesse wanted was to be some tree-turkey's brunch.

So, acting as quickly as any other Marine under distress, he reached for his weapon and discharged a short burst into the air, hoping to at last get his squad mates' attention.

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Deamon perked his head up at the sound of a burst of assault rifle rounds upstream. "Haskall." He tapped his comm link. "Verve! Miles! Gather what's in your hands and get back up here! Haskall's in trouble- upstream." He ordered on the run towards the sound of the gunshots.

Once there he found Haskall; Alive, but in need of immediate assistance. He was wrestling a single Jackal in the stream, both attempted to drown the other. Deamon trained his MA5B on them, but couldn't get a clear enough line of sight on Haskall's opponent. Another Jackal noticed the Sergeant and activated its shield before quickly discharging emerald bolts of heated plasma at Deamon.

The ODST rolled out of the way of the first flurry of bolts and sprinted closer to the bird-like alien, meeting a convenient rock to cover behind in between them. This would have to do until the rest of November arrived to assist. For now, Deamon maintained suppressing fire on the Jackal that wasn't fighting Haskall, in hopes of keeping the second one away from the Marine. He mentally thanked Amelia for the extra assault rifle rounds.
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« Reply #23 on: January 24, 2013, 06:41:01 AM »

Amelia arrived on the scene, climbing atop a boulder on the Jackal attacking Deamon's flank. She had absolutely no idea how to aim with this Plasma Rifle, so she squeezed the trigger and pumped out some plasma bolts. She aimed using the trail, which initially was nowhere near her target. Eventually she led it to the Jackal, hitting its shield until it burst.

It was up to Deamon to finish it off, however, because Amelia was not familiar with the plasma rifle- or its tendency to overheat. The exhaust flaps opened as Amelia threw the weapon out of her hands. She cried in pain, brought on mostly by the surprise, and jumped back behind the boulder to recover. 
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« Reply #24 on: January 25, 2013, 09:21:31 PM »

Deamon acknowledged Verve's assistance; He would check on her after Haskall was safe. The Jackal that Amelia had combated was still staggered from its shield being dispersed. Deamon would use this to his advantage.

He climbed over his cover and sprang into action. He darted towards the Jackal and unsheathed his combat knife. Once within striking range, he plunged the blade into the Jackal's chest and thrust his fist down onto the bird-like alien's cranium.

It was at that time that Haskall had finally succeeded in breaking his opponent's fragile neck with a loud cracking sound. He panted heavily as Deamon offered a hand to Haskall, his helmet in the other.

"Thank you, Sergeant." Haskall nodded, taking his helmet back.

Deamon nodded and looked at Amelia. "Verve, are you alright?"
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« Reply #25 on: January 26, 2013, 10:41:53 AM »

She emerged from behind the same boulder, holding the plasma rifle in the opposite hand while her burnt hand looked hastily bandaged. She approached Haskall and Deamon, standing before them with the rifle up to her shoulder and sticking her hip out; it was a strangely feminine pose for her to be striking. 

"Never a dull moment, eh?"

She then brushed past Deamon and approached the waters edge. "Thanks for telling me this thing overheats, by the way."

She kneeled down by the edge and pulled out her water container, while simultaneously submerging her burnt hand. That's when she noticed the rainbow coloration in the water.

"...Do Covenant use jet fuel?"
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« Reply #26 on: January 28, 2013, 01:27:47 AM »

"I don't even think they use fuel." Haskall put his helmet back on and retrieved his assault rifle. "At least, I've never seen them refuel any of their vehicles." He shrugged. He looked to Deamon, who's visor was polarized as he stared at the faint smoke plume upstream. "Sir?"

"One of ours."

"My thoughts exactly."

"We move upstream- find the source." The Sergeant said, before noticing Verve's posture and bandaging. Recalling his past experience as a field medic, his brow furrowed as he took the bandaging off and reapplied it with a more steady hand. "Where's Miles?"
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« Reply #27 on: January 28, 2013, 08:39:38 PM »

Verve pulled away her hand to finish the bandaging herself and then stepped around Deamon. This asshole; trying to father her. In response to his questions, she looked back behind her to where she expected Miles to be. 
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« Reply #28 on: January 28, 2013, 10:08:21 PM »

Marcus arrived at a jog, slowing his pace as he approached. "I ah, I'm here."

His newly acquired Plasma Rifle was cradled somewhat awkwardly in his arms. In the time it had taken him to retrieve it and attempt to familiarize himself with it, the Marines had already dispatched the latest threat. He shifted uncomfortably, mildly embarassed.
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« Reply #29 on: January 29, 2013, 03:27:22 AM »

"Try to keep up, huh?" Deamon nodded to Miles, giving a thumbs up gesture and waving him over. He then turned to Amelia again. "Fire in bursts. Count to three when holding the trigger mechanism, then let off and count to three again so it doesn't overheat on you- Damn things can give you second-degree burns."

He refreshed his own assault rifle with a new magazine and signaled the group to follow. "To the origin of that smoke- Double time."

((OoC: Just post a reaction thing or two. I'll think up a plot advancement in a bit.))
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