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« Reply #30 on: January 29, 2013, 05:25:21 AM »

"Let's hope the Covenant didn't get there first."

She wasn't so sure about this- if the Covenant weren't there, they sure would show up any time. And if they were already there, then they had just walked into another firefight. Verve set off with the rest of group, keeping a keen eye on the horizon.
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« Reply #31 on: February 10, 2013, 02:17:58 PM »

The pilot trotted off after them, taking up a position in the middle of the group. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up.

"So... where are we?"
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« Reply #32 on: March 01, 2013, 10:13:06 PM »

"I don't even know, man." Jesse shrugged. "We jumped from Reach and that's the last thing I can really remember as to where we are." He glanced down at the compass on his assault rifle's ammo counter. "Needle says North is to our left."

Deamon glanced up at the horizon. "We're on a ring world."

"Sir?" Jesse looked at the Sergeant.

He shrugged. "When I was younger- high school, I think, I read a book by a man named Niven about a protagonist who discovered a ring world in deep space, much like this. I'm not too big on the details, but I'm pretty sure this is a space station, of some sort."

"What do you think it does, then?" The Marine asked, most curiously. "Observation? Research? Outpost?"

"Maybe all three." Deamon replied taking glances at the possible flanking positions around the team. "Not like we can say for certain, though."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, then."

In a few moments, the smoke from the destination became thicker. November was near their destination. Deamon gestured for the team to sprint the last lengths, and in no time they came to a rocky clearing with the remains of an overturned Longsword Bomber scattered about. The bay doors were cracked open, although not enough for anyone to slide through.

"Haskall, help me with the door. Miles, Verve, keep us covered."

The two jogged towards the hatch and set themselves up on either side. When ready, they both nodded to each other and lifted the ramp until its hydraulic systems did the rest of the work. They picked their rifles back up and activated the flashlights on their weapons.

The illuminated bay revealed a mess of technical equipment and loose wiring sparking all over. On the walls however revealed a pair of shotguns and a pair of MA5B assault rifles in a rack that was hanging off of its resting place.

"Is anyone in here?" Deamon spoke. "This is Sergeant Deamon Puskas, leader of Fireteam November. If anyone is alive in here, please respond!"

A man coughed from the location of the cockpit. Weakly, he extended his hand. "I'm here..."

"Oh, shit..." Deamon lowered his rifle and gestured for Amelia to follow him. "Corpsman, with me!"

The pilot unfastened himself from his seat and fell to the floor in a heap. He was still breathing, but he needed medical attention.
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« Reply #33 on: March 01, 2013, 10:58:14 PM »

Amelia crawled through the ship and then past Deamon to get the pilot. At first glance she noticed several lacerations (some serious but mostly minor) and respiratory issues. Injuries typical for a violent crash from orbit onto an alien ring-world. For the most part he appeared to be in a stable condition.

"What's your name and rank, pilot? Can you tell me where you hurt? Any tingles? Do you know where you are right now? Wait, don't worry about that last one." 
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« Reply #34 on: March 01, 2013, 11:12:04 PM »

The pilot let out a hoarse cough. "First Lieutenant Matthew Lee. And everywhere, it feels like... gash on my side." He looked up at the seat next to his. "...Dahmer didn't make it."

Deamon crouched beside Amelia. "And the crash?"

"We were escorting your pod down when we were hit from behind by a Covenant bomber. Seraph, I'm guessing." He looked Deamon in the eyes. "Glad to see you guys made it."

He nodded. "Your efforts won't be in vain. Are you comms working?"

Lee shrugged. "Probably. Couldn't reach them in my condition."

With another nod, Deamon leaped up, grabbing hold of the pilot seat and became to bring the communications systems back to life. "This is You-Enn-Ess-See Sergeant Deamon Emm Puskas, leader of Fireteam November. Are there any allied units in the area? We have five members, one of them wounded. If anyone's out there, please respond. I repeat- Please respond!"
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« Reply #35 on: March 01, 2013, 11:21:39 PM »

For the first few seconds, which surely felt like minutes, nothing came back on the comms but static. But then a voice, a distorted voice (but definitely human) replied. Nothing could be understood until the final word of the transmission; "Inbound."

Amelia looked over at Deamon. She shugged and then turned her attention back to the pilot.
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« Reply #36 on: March 02, 2013, 03:22:59 PM »

Marcus came to a halt at the ramp to keep watch, as he had been told. His eyes swept the area for any sign of movement, any sign of gleaming alien armor.

He glanced back into the hatch as Verve was called inside. For all the damage the battered craft had sustained, the pilot was still alive, then. But looking over the Longsword, it didn't seem as if it would be leaving the ground any time soon.

His eyes returned forward. Of all the forsaken alien rocks he could have crashed on, at least he had hit one with a nice view.
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« Reply #37 on: March 11, 2013, 09:08:27 PM »

Being in the middle of uncharted space, stranded on an alien world and trapped in a titanium box was starting to make Amelia feel a little claustrophobic. The lack of any further transmission coming back wasn't helping, either. After a minute of trying to distract herself with the pilot, she decided to go outside for some air.

"Watch him," she told Deamon, packing her materials back into her medical bag, "Holla if you need me. I'm heading out for a second."

Amelia shielded the sun from her eyes as she stepped back out onto the dirt. It was so dull in that ship. An interesting thought for her to be having, and she realized that soon after thinking it. She shook her head and stood next to Marcus, overlooking the horizon. And what a horizon it was. She'd been here for about two hours now and she still hadn't fully taken in her surroundings. A ring world. A ring. She was on a ring. Amelia looked up at the sky in total awe, then down to completely foreign flora. Even the rocks looked alien. She tried to hide her amazement, but wasn't doing a very good job at it.

But then the unmistakable sound.

That whine, that sound Amelia thought a depressed Siren would make.

Coming from the direction the smoke was flowing; two Spirits whose approach had been visually masked by the trees.

She slapped Marcus' shoulder, "Heads up. Get to cover and stay there!"

Then she turned and ran through back for the ship, stumbling as she did to reach her plasma rifle. Once she had made it back to the Longsword's entrance, one of the Spirits was overhead with its troopbay doors opened. She yelled, "We got company! Dropships!" 
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« Reply #38 on: March 14, 2013, 07:13:33 PM »

Deamon raised his head as the familiar whining pierced his ears; Twenty-plus years of fighting the same enemy would make it difficult to not discern what was coming to kill you. Handing off his sidearm to the pilot, Deamon rose to his feet and marched towards the opening in the Longsword. "Defensive positions, everyone! We do not let them inside!"

He counted three Spirit dropships. Two of them sporting Wraith tanks; A large, bulbous land vehicle employed by the Covenant as a countermeasure for the Scorpion tank that was used by the UNSC. At this point there wasn't a whole lot that the veteran ODST wouldn't give for one of those. But there were battles in the past that Deamon was assured of that he wouldn't survive- Reach included- so this was nothing he hadn't faced before.

Training his assault rifle on the incoming Grunts, all clad in orange, red and green armour, he fired short controlled bursts at each, while ordering Amelia to hit the Jackals and the Elites with her plasma rifle. Jessie would finish those targets off while the corpsman let her weapon cool down. Marcus was ordered to be selective, and join Deamon in picking off the little guys.
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« Reply #39 on: March 19, 2013, 02:37:38 PM »

Making only pot-shots at the Grunts, Amelia concentrated her fire on the Elites. She discovered the plasma was excellent in dropping their shields, and so that's what she did; fired on the Elites until their shields dropped and then retreated to another position while one of the other boys finished it off. Cover wasn't much of an issue thanks to the Longsword debris, but with the deployment of one of the Wraiths and a Spirit loitering overhead, she was finding herself further and further back towards the ship.

What would they do against two Wraiths and three Spirits? Infantry they could handle. Maybe. But pretty soon they were going to have to make a call; run or hold. Neither preferable, and both meaning certain death. One just more delayed than the other.
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« Reply #40 on: March 19, 2013, 06:56:43 PM »

As the wave of enemy reinforcements descended upon his fellows, Marcus realized the Covenant must have located the shattered lifepod more quickly than expected. This was an undesirable turn to a less-than-ideal day.

He clutched his alien rifle and wheeled after Daemon, sliding into cover beside the ODST. Marcus pulsed his plasma weapon in the direction of the Grunts, heard the whine of return fire as he huddled behind the barricade. Explosions, shouts, everything seemingly punctuated by the steady rythm of Daemon's MA5.

It'd take a lot more than assault rifles to bring down the tanks, but Marcus tried not to let that distract him from the task at hand. He kept firing.
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« Reply #41 on: April 18, 2013, 07:54:52 PM »

The thunderous, repeated pounding of Deamon's assault rifle yet again ceased. Once more he repeated the action of dispelling the magazine from the weapon's stock and fumbled around his person for a new one. Only this time there were no longer any fresh magazines. He glanced at Marcus, whom was crouched down beside him discharging plasma bursts from the Covenant rifle he was holding. What he wouldn't give for a loaded weapon right about now.

"Wraith mortar! Take cover!" Someone shouted. Likely Jesse. A bright blueish purple ball of searing plasma was steadily descending towards the remains of the Longsword bay.

"Everyone to the cockpit of the Longsword!" Deamon ordered, pushing Marcus into a rapid slide down into the cockpit, followed by himself. To avoid crashing into Marcus at the bottom, the ODST grabbed onto the support beam midway down and held on.

"Sir," Jesse spoke, his voice clearly sounding fatigued. "Those Wraiths are going to tear evac apart, let alone us."

"And the Covenant outnumber us three to one, yeah, I know." He tapped his comm piece. "Evac, this is Sergeant Puskas. Sorry to rush you but do you think you can get here before we're toast?"
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« Reply #42 on: April 24, 2013, 11:26:58 AM »

"The evac isn't coming!" Amelia yelled over the battle, "This ship's radio is toast, we probably didn't even get a message out. We need to run, sir."

She gave Deamon a second to think about that. He heard that broken transmission too; it could have just been some feedback from somewhere else on this ringworld.

But suddenly, one of the Spirits started to, as best as Amelia could describe, choke. Its definitive whine became sputtered. She moved to a hole in the Longsword to observe. She caught glimpse of a large object screaming overhead; it moved so fast it was only a blur. Then the Spirit that was revealed to be on fire came spinning to the ground, right on top of two of the Wraiths. The explosion was a fantastic bright blue that illuminated the inside of the Longsword for a moment. The Remaining Spirits then took off after the mystery attacked.

That left one Wraith and the last of the infantry to mop up.

Amelia looked back at the others, "Shall we?"
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« Reply #43 on: April 27, 2013, 01:42:11 AM »

"Come on, November!" Deamon shouted. He couldn't help but to grin beneath his visor. As the team emerged from the threshold of the Longsword's bay doors, the scene before them was utter chaos, yet slightly comforting, seeing as it was Covenant infantry as opposed to their own.

"Verve, stay with Lieutenant and give us cover fire." He shoved his assault rifle into her hands and gestured at the spare ammunition on the last intact rack. "Miles and Haskall! Mop up the rest of them."

"What about that Wraith?" Jesse asked.

"Try to piss it off, I've got an idea!" Deamon replied, picking up a nearby by plasma grenade just as he broke into a sprint, intending to flank the Covenant tank.
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« Reply #44 on: April 30, 2013, 02:20:52 AM »

"What the hell did he mean 'try to piss it off'!"? Verve yelled at Jesse as Deamon ran for the tank, "How the hell are we supposed to lay down covering fire on THAT!?"

Without her answer, Verve shrugged and thought 'fuck it' and squeezed the trigger on Deamon's assault rifle.

"Over here!" She blurted between shots, "You purple sack of shit! Over here!" 

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