[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob followed behind Cameron, sniper raised, preparing for the brutes. Lyle, Emma, and William were walking at least fifteen meters behind them, slowly watching their movements. Down the hallway: Desmond and Savannah were both hit in the arms and legs, but the biofoam injectors from their armor helped dull the pain quickly and begin the healing process. Liam could barely hear Nighthawk over the gunfire, but managed to figure out what he had said. He held up his hand and waved it in front of him, the signal to hold fire. Jessica had reloaded her rockets and simply aimed it at the cover Nighthawk was behind. Desmond and Savannah both stopped firing their assault rifles and reloaded. Liam looked at the cover. Liam: Nighthawk... Meanwhile: Dangerus stumbled to the side from the force of the flashbang hitting his face causing him to drop his hammer. He was dizzy, his ears were ringing and he could barely see. It was at that moment, that he began to choke on the smoke grenade. Dangerus spit the grenade out and shook his head, trying to regain his sense. He was separated from his weapon and dazed. There was only one thing he knew to do. Dangerus growled and engaged his active camo, the smoke screen adding to his disappearance. Dangerus shook his head again and regained his eyesight, however his ears continued to ring. He looked around and noticed his hammer was still on the ground, away from Black team and covered by smoke. Slowly, he walked over to it and picked it up. His active camo catching the weapon and concealing it. Dangerus saw that most of his brutes had been killed, or were scattered. He grunted and looked around. Black Team had now regrouped and were fully aware of their surrounding.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk waited a moment. He had listened as the gun fire started to die down. Nighthawk: I see the art of diplomacy is not lost on you. It is good to see that! Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Just out of curiosity...who the hell are you guys? What the hell provoke this attack? You literally just showed up, out of nowhere, and tried to kill me! I deserve an explanation at the very least. As Nighthawk spoke, he was reloading his shotgun. Anaconda was also busy reloading his Spikers. Nighthawk: You didn't even say something along the lines of "hands up" or "put your hands on yur head". No...you just started shooting. I am a pretty smart man, and I have my suspicions...but I would much rather they be confirmed than left in the realm of unproven. So, really, who the hell are you guys? Meanwhile: Black Team had managed to regroup while Dangerus was in his daze. Black 4: Nice touch with that Flash bang sir! Black 1: Yet...that thing is still standing. Black Team was busy reloading their weapons. Black 2: I don't know how the hell that thing is still standing! Black 1: Shoot something enough...it eventually goes down! Black 1 paused. Black 1: Speaking of which...our loose end is coming this way! Black 3: You mean Vernette? Black 1: You know it! Black 1 then had an idea. Black 1: You know...I have an idea. Let's fall back to the evac point. Forget the Brute Chieftain. If Commander Vernette is coming this way, we are going to get the jump on him at a locale of our choosing. On top of ambushing him on our terms, we give him the chance to either tire himself out, or get himself killed trying to deal with that Chieftain. Either way...it works for us. Black 3: Good idea. All of Black Team nodded. Black 1: Alright...fall back! Black Team began to fall back to the evac point. Meanwhile: Cameron had been leading Tye, Jacob, and Jennifer towards the evac point. As he got closer, he started to take noticed of the dead Brutes that had started to litter the corridor. Cameron: We have downed hostiles... Cameron kept moving. His Assault Rifle was still raised, and he kept up a quick pace. Cameron: We are 100 meters from the evac point, and closing.

[Hells Sniper]

Liam looked around the area and began to speak to Nighthawk. Liam: All you need to know is that we are a highly trained force of Spartan warriors tasked with one objective. Liam paused. Liam: The termination of the fugitive known as Nighthawk...and his pet dog...Anaconda. Liam heard Anaconda growl. Liam: There is he is! Why don't you come out here Anaconda and show us what you can really do. Liam clicked on his thermal, watching Nighthawk and Anaconda behind cover. Meanwhile: Dangerus heard what Black team had said, it was at that point that he noticed Cameron walking into the corridor. Behind him, two ODSTs, and a Naval officer. Dangerus glared at the two ODSTs...he recognized one of them. He hadn't seem him since the events back in 2538. Jacob. He watched as Jacob moved forward, his sniper held high. It was at that point, that Dangerus put two and two together. Dangerus noticed that the other ODST had Vernette written on his body armor and the Commander insignia on his arm. He realized that the team of ODSTs he was fighting before wanted him dead. Dangerus thought of what he could do...let Jacob and the others continue, or stop them, and try to warn them. Neither option was very good, but he had to do something or the ambush that Black team was preparing would surely work. Cameron was closing in on his position and Dangerus knew he had to intervene. Dangerus placed his hammer on his back and made sure his spikers were attached to his armor. He stood a few feet in front of Cameron and before decloaking, spoke. Dangerus: Humans...I mean no harm, I simply have a warning. Dangerus decloaked as Cameron and the others stopped, raising their weapons. Dangerus: I will not draw my weapons. As long as you lower yours. Jacob had his sniper raised, but he remembered Dangerus from their time together on Paradise Lost. He waited for the others to lower their weapons before he did.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk scoffed at Liam's comment. He then looked at Anaconda and shook his head, as if to tell him not to move yet. Anaconda became flustered, and irritated, but he reluctantly remained in cover. Nighthawk: Our termination? Well...that seems to be in line with your shoot first, never ask questions policy. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: You know...I find your lack of respect for my colleauge to be...deeply troubling. I never understood the source of such prejudice. It is...so self-defeating...to have such little respect for your enemy, that you need to reduce yourself to uttering axiomatically incorrect genus classifications. Nighthawk shrugged. Nighthawk: That mentality will not do much for you Spartan. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: So let me say this Spartan...if you want to see What Anaconda can do...why don't you come in here, and come and get him yourself. In fact, I invite every single one of you to come in here. If you want to fight him, and if you want tyo see what he can do...the very least you could do is man up, and walk your own ass over to us. Nighthawk laughed. Nighthawk: If you have the guts, that is. Is there anything behind that cod piece of your that is worth protecting? We are about to find out today! Meanwhile: Tye watched as Dangerus had dropped his active camo, and stood in front of Cameron. Cameron moved to the side, in order to stay between Dangerus and the rest of his team. Tye kept his SMGs raised, and aimed at Dangerus. He gave serious consideration to what this Chieftain was proposing. Cameron: Commander...I have encountered this BRavo-KIlo before. This one was in the Inner Atrium. This Bravo-Kilo went toe to toe with Nighthakw's Bravo-Kilo not too long ago. I capitalized on that event too make my way to the Sub-Basement. Tyber: Suggestions? Cameron: Nothing of value... Tye looked at Dangerus. He thought for a moment, and then sighed. Tyber: Jennifer, Cameron, Jacob...weapons...down... Cameron hesitated, but he complied as was his orders. Tyber: Alright B-K...you have 30 seconds to be out with it. I have places to be, and chit-chatting with the enemy is not what I had in mind. In fact...a lot of what I have done today is not what I had in mind. Hurry up...out with it.

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr watched as the pelican settled down and landed. The hatch opened and more marines poured out. He now had a sizable force under his command. He watched as one marine stepped out lighting a cigarette, and seemed to be heading his direction.

[Orcaid123]

As Robert and Roger came to the command center, Robert threw the sigarett on the ground, stomping on it. He and Roger would then continue into the command center. Robert: So, you know anything about the commander? I don't even know his name. Roger licks his upper lip with his tounge, answering Roger: I can' say that I know much either, except that his first name is Zeph, or something with Z. Robert shrugged and they moved on. When walking abit in the center, they would eventually enter the command room. Robert sees the man by the window, he'd ask: Robert: You're the commander of airfield Mayweather?

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr turned around looking at the two marines. He nodded his head. Zephyr: Commander Bovela of the ODST Hit Squad Kilo. He thumbed to the pelican that just landed. I see theres more back-up... He trailed off. Not necessarily a bad thing though. We have a decent amount of troops here now, were just waiting for the group to get here so we can evac. We've only had a few covenant scouts and disbanded groups roaming... Nothing serious. For now... we're just kind of dug in.

[Orcaid123]

Both Robert and Roger saluted when they heard that he was the commander. Robert would continue to say; Robert: I see, sir. Thinking abit, he'd then ask Robert: May I know exactly what kind of group we're waiting for? Recon, spec ops, classified?

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr: High ranking military personnel. We are also trying to get civilians out of the city too. It seems the covenant will have captured San Angeles after today. Zephyr paused, looking Robert over, eyeing his ODST armor. Any other questions? This mission should run pretty smoothly.

[Orcaid123]

Robert glances over to Roger, seeing if he has anything to say. Roger shakes his head. Robert: Understood, sir. No more questions, sir.