[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Dark-F137]

"Grab your guns and ammo, and go do something else. I gotta prep everything and see if we even have the materials to replace the armor." He said. The Spartan complied, grabbing a DMR and some ammunition, and grabbing the same kind of scope he used. He attached it to the rail, turning it on and linking it to his neural interface. He then headed toward the bridge, contacting Tyber. "Sorry, I'm having the Armorer prep everything to repair the MJOLNIR armor. I am heading to you."

[Kairu]

Vhat couldn't fully believe what Xyrho had said last. Vhat: "Shipmaster, that sounds like heresy."

[Naked Crook]

Xyrho: Hersey? Perhaps. Perhaps it is. Xyrho paused. He began to pace back and forth in the Phantom. Xyrho: However...it is also the truth Vhat. Tell me Vhat...where is the honor in lying? Xyrho paused. He let that question sink in for a moment. Xyrho: Do not allow your honor and your superstition to blind you. The Prophets are flawed. They have been in error. They are subject to error. I will not allow superstitious reverence blind me to that fact. I will not insult my own honor by accepting the lie that they are above any degree of error. Xyrho paused. Xyrho: Much like I will not allow my honor to interfere with my ability to make the correct decisions when they need to be made. My honor does not dictate who my allies or enemies are. My sense of duty and loyalty is what determines that! Far too many of our brothers have fallen victim to the notion that our honor defines our lives. I reject that notion. Meanwhile: Before Tye could respond to Cameron's remarks, he heard Dark contact him over the comm. Tye turned his head, as he responded to Dark over the comm line. Tyber: Copy that Spartan. I am currently on the bridge at the moment, discussing our current status with The Captain. If you want to stay in the loop, you may wish to make your way here post-hoste. Meanwhile: Nighthawk had since returned to The Venture Capitalist. He had landed his Vulture in the hanger bay, and he had disconnected his Warthog from the aft of the Vulture. Nighthawk had left the hanger bay, and had proceeded straight to the armory to restock and resupply. Nighthawk: HAWK! HAWK appeared on a small holotable in the armory. He folded his arms as he looked at Nighthawk. HAWK: Yes? Nighthawk: I need a sitrep on The Risk Takers. I need you to compile everything we have on them, including an estimation of their current injuries, and I need you to speculate on their current operational status. Give me the worst case estimations. I don't want to under-prepare for my next engagement with them. HAWK: Understood. HAWK paused, as he compiled the information for Nighthawk. HAWK: It will take me several minutes to compile all current date. However...I don't need that data at hand to make an observation. Nighthawk: An observation on what? HAWK: You are incredibly distressed at the moment. Nighthawk nodded. Nighthawk: You have no idea. HAWK: Actually...I have a perfect idea. I can see your vitals. They are off the charts right now. Not to mention your physical state. At the moment...both physically and mentally...you are unfit for any sort of combat or engagement with The Risk Takers. Nighthawk kept silent. He simply turned back to the weapon's bench, as he reloaded and cleaned his weapons. HAWK: I know what you are planning to do. Nighthawk: Is that so? HAWK: You are going to go and find him. You know where he is and you know who has him. The thing is...you have to go into the Lions Den to get him. Nighthawk:What is your point HAWK? HAWK: The point is...if you go to The Ulterior Motive...the odds of you dying there are extreme. You are out-gunned, out-manned, out-numbered, and out-matched. Nighthawk: Sounds like a typical day to me. Nighthawk walked away from the table he was standing at, as he went over to a shelf, as he began to grabb shells and magazines for his Magnum. Nighthawk then returned to the table as he began to sort everything out. HAWK: This is not a joke Nighthawk! Nighthawk turned to HAWK. His tone of voice became one of annoyance. Nighthawk: What do you expect me to do...hmm? Let Anaconda rot in the hands of The Trust because the odds were stacked against me? Yes, I realize how dangerous this is. Yes, I am aware that I may get killed over there. However...I am not going to sit here and get scared off by a bunch of thugs in power armor. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Let me tell you how this is going to go down HAWK. I am going to The King Raven...I am going to interrogate Hoffman...I am going to get every bit of information I can get out of him...then, I am going to find The Ulterior Motive...I am going to board that ship...I am going to gun down every miserable SOB that has the audacity to stand in my way...and I am going to bust Anaconda out of there. I either succeed in doing that...or I die trying. If I have to do this myself...I will. I don't need anyone's help to be able to stand up to The Trust. I don't need stats on my side, and I don't need to be told how dangerous it is. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Now...if you want to be a part of that...that's great. If not, well, too bad for me. Nighthawk paused. He took a step towards HAWK. Nighthawk: Believe me...I am going to pull every trick I can. The play book on this one is at my full disposal. HAWK simply looked at Nighthawk. HAWK was well aware of Nighthawk's current mood. HAWK: Well...I guess that settles that. HAWK paused. HAWK: It is clear you are going. I can't talk you out of it...so perhaps I can help you with more than just stats and projections. HAWK held out his hand. As he did, a small holographic data file appeared above his hand. Nighthawk: What is that? HAWK: I took the liberty of finishing the firmware runtimes for the Cyclops hardware. Nighthawk: Finishing? I thought it was finished? HAWK: Well, it was. Bad choice of words. I guess I should have said..."improving"... Nighthawk: What dd you improve? HAWK: The Remote Procedure Call subroutines. HAWK paused. HAWK: I added a low-level API to enable direct hardware access. In short...we can seperate the man from the machine if need be. Nighthawk looked at HAWK. Nighthawk: Are you saying what I think you are saying? HAWK shrugged. HAWK: It is a possibility. I mean...nothing in life is certain. Nighthawk began to laugh. Nighthawk: How long will the firmware update take? HAWK: It should not take long...perhaps 5 minutes...give or take... Nighthawk: Start it...

[Dark-F137]

"Yes sir!" He stated, activating the elevator and crossing his arms, waiting. He thought back on Desmond's words. "I don't want to hurt you. We're both Class 0s." How did they get their hands on SPARTANs? The more he thought about it, the more it agitated him. What was their angle? Money? Did they TRULY believe in their cause? He didn't know, and didn't have time time to think on it further as the Elevator opened up, allowing him to step in. He activated it, causing it to send him to the bridge.

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison's elevator stopped at the first floor of the ship, the bridge, and standing a few feet off was Cameron, Tye and Frost. Harrison walked over to the three and nodded at each of them. Harrison: Damn good to see you two. He said looked at Cameron and Tye, and then turning to Frost. Harrison: And of course, always a pleasure, Captain. Meanwhile: Jacob nodded. He was particularly interested in Hammer team more than the others, and if he could get this information to Tye, Frost, or even Harrison it could make all the difference. Every move Jacob was making was meticulously planned, thought about, and executed. Even if some of them were all of a sudden, he knew it would help eventually. Jacob: Well, if Nighthawk does decide to show his face here, he definitely has a war to fight to get here. Jacob shrugged. Jacob: If he ever does get here, that is. Jacob paused. Jacob: But, Black 1? I think we need to take into consideration Nighthawks, uhm, "connections." He's going to pull every thing he has, and that means his "friends." Jacob put air quotes around friends and continued to talk. Jacob: We're talking brutes, elites, staff on the King Raven who are helping him. Everything. If they find our location, we're in for a fight. Meanwhile: Liam and Savannah continued to talk about the repercussions of the elites, brutes, Spartans, and Nighthawk attacked the King Raven. They were piecing together anything and everything they had. Desmond: If Nighthawk comes back with that cyclops, we're in for an even bigger fight. Liam nodded. Liam: Good plan, but we took it down last time, we can take it down again. Lyle chimed in without looking up from his work. Lyle: Actually, sir. That was that Sharpmen guy. Liam looked up, his interest was sparked. He thought about it for some time. Savannah stared at him. Savannah: Lee, you're not actually considering it are you? Liam shrugged. Liam: As of right now, he is the only one who knows a lot about Nighthawk. Like he said he's seen him fight far longer than any of us, and that's in person, not video feeds. He's dealt with him personally and he wants revenge. Savannah leaned back against an weapon rack, both Desmond and Jessica had now looked at Liam. Liam brought up an image of Jacob and transferred it to a holographic image. Liam: He's our best bet to know what Nighthawk can do, to give us information about them. If anyone can help us right now, it's him. Savannah shook her head. Savannah: I still think it's a bad idea. He was with the UNSC only a few days ago! Liam grinned. Liam: He shot and killed over a dozen of his former compatriots, and him being new...well, that's just perfect. He's had the most recent "civil" discussion with Nighthawk. Liam nodded. Liam: I want to talk to him, I need to talk to him.

[Naked Crook]

Tye and Cameron turned to look at Harrison. Both men gave a salute. Tyber: Admiral... Cameron remained silent. Jennifer saluted after Tye and Cameron did. Jennifer: Welcome aboard Admiral. Jennifer lowered her hand back to her side. Jennifer: I have yet to touch base with Captain Reynolds. I was about to contact him and invite him here for a debrief. Jennifer stepped back. Jennifer: Excuse me. Jennifer turned, as she walked towards the front of the bridge to contact Reynolds. Tye and Cameron continued to look at Harrison. Tyber: Any word from the other fronts admiral? I would imagine that we are still in a struggle with The Covenant, despite the ongoing troubles with The Trust. Cameron: Have you heard anything else? As Tye and Cameron spoke to Harrison, Jennifer had opened a comm line to the Mind's Attrition. Jennifer: Mind's Attrition...this is Captain Frost - King Raven. I request to be patched through to Captain Reynolds...priority one. Meanwhile: Aboard The Ulterior Motive, Black Team and Jacob were still conversing. Black 1 nodded to Jacob in full agreement. Black 1: I heard reports that he had enlisted the help of The Covenant against The Risk Takers. Personally...I have no clue how he managed that. They must be associates of The Brute...or The Brute mediated some sort of agreement... Black 4 laughed. Black 4: I have never heard the words "Brute" and "mediate" used in the same sentence before. What a fascinating experience that was. Black 1 shrugged. Black 1: It is no laughing matter. Nighthawk is connected. He has allies on both sides of this war. That is very troubling. Elites tend to be very capable warriors...and Brutes tend to move in packs. Nighthawk definatly could create numbers to balance out any fight with The Risk Takers. Black 2: I honestly think there is a catch to it. I seriously doubt Nighthawk is the great peacemaker that can unite people to fight his enemies. We are missing facts. Until we have all the facts...all we know is that Nighthawk has Covenant help and The Brute is the key to that help. Black 1 nodded. Black 1: We should go and talk to Spender. The sooner, the better. Common guys...let's get a move on. Black 1 gestured his head, telling Black Team and Jacob to follow him up to the bridge. Meanwhile: The Phantom that Xyrho and Vhat had been flying in was on its final approach towards The Perilus Avenger. Xyrho could hear the pilot requesting the docking clearance, and getting a snarky response in return. Xyrho rolled his eyes, growing weary of the petty feuding between the two races. However, it was not long before the Phantom had landed, and was settle inside of The Perilus Avenger. Xyrho: Come on Vhat...the Fleetmaster awaits us. Xyrho and Vhat exited the Phantom, and began to make their way up to the bridge. It took the two Elites several minutes to move through the corridors of the large vessel, eventually reaching on of the main gravity lifts. Both Xyrho and Vhat took the gravity lift to the main level, exiting not far from the command deck. Xyrho and Vhat once again moved through the corridors, eventually closing in on the war room.

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison nodded. Harrison: The Covenant have begun glassing the planet, however, they are sticking to abandoned cities and the outskirts. Harrison shook his head. Harrison: To be honest, this pattern doesn't make any sense for the Covenant. They don't just leave an entire Navy alive while they glass a planet...it doesn't make any sense..there, well, stalling it seems like. Meanwhile: Jacob removed his helmet and placed it on his table before joining Black Team.

[Kairu]

Aboard the Mind's Attrition, Cochraine received the message from Frost. She then forwarded it Reynolds. Cochraine: "Sir, Captain Frost is requesting your comms, priority one." Reynolds was wondering if he would be included in the interrogation or, at the very least, brought up to a debrief with the mission on the Apex Building. He knew that he had to play his position down, acting as though he wasn't focused on Harmony and more on the entire theatre in New Havanna. Reynolds: "Send through, Lauren." A few seconds passed when an active window popped up on Reynolds monitor showing that the line was active. Reynolds: "Captain Frost, what's the word?" Aboard the King Raven, Fireteam Harmony silently cleaned and loaded their armor and guns. They didn't even make eye contact with each other, just went about their tasks. They decided that would be best, and that the capture of Hoffman was to remain under wraps due to ONI's clandestine nature of things. Aboard the Perilus Avenger, Vhat's mind was thinking on what Xyrho had told him about not letting his honor and superstitions get in the way of his sense of rights and wrongs. He couldn't understand how Xyrho could believe with all his mind and heart that the Prophets were wrong. Vhat lived and served for the Prophets. It's what every Sanheili is taught from infancy to believe. Vhat had half a mind to let a different Zealot or even a higher ranked Sangheili. He didn't feel like the Prophets would lower themselves to address a Major in their army, so going to the next level before them would be his best option. Vhat continued to think, attempting to understand as Xyrho and himself were heading to the war room aboard the Perilus Avenger.

[Dark-F137]

The door opened, the SPARTAN walking out onto the bridge, standing tall and somewhat out of the way just as Frost called Reynolds, hands behind his back. "Sir. Cameron." He acknowledged the two, still thinking about how the Trust had Spartans. HOW did this happen? Jesse meanwhile, was at the medical bay, lending his strength and using his medical experience, limited as it was compared to the medics themselves, to help.

[Naked Crook]

Jennifer heard Reynolds speak through the comm line. She promptly replied. Jennifer: Captain Reynolds...I am requesting that you report to the King Raven immediately. Given the situation, I believe it is fair to keep you in the loop with current events. If you feel it is necessary, you are permitted to bring your executive officer along as well. Jennifer paused. Jennifer: Time is a factor captain...so I would advise haste in this matter. As Jennifer spoke to Reynolds, Tye and Cameron looked at Dark. Tyber: Did you get yourself resupplied Spartan? Tye paused. Tyber: I hope so...because chances are...we may end up deployed into the fray in very short order... Meanwhile: Xyrho and Vhat entered the war room. As soon as they entered, they spotted Dangerus. He was not difficult to spot, as his armor made him stick out. Xyrho: Fleetmaster...you requested my pressence?