[Halo] New! Halo RPG Pt. 11

[Erex]

Ensign Marek: Tylan your alive, I saw the Draco get hit real bad sir. Were you seriously willing to die. Tylan: Never again will I abondon ship. Marek: Yes sir. Meanwhile Seth scavenging for files on the Derelict and finds one file that caught his eye Directive 930. Seth: What is this doing on the data module? Seth reads about it. Seth: And why is this about spartans? Seth scavenging for more files on the module and finds his personnel file. ID: 303402 Name: Allen Seth Status: Deserter Known family: Major General Paul Parkin UNSC Marine Corps - KIA Comments: Is wanted for the murder of Delta platoon. You do not have the correct security clearance. You have accessed a file that is for Section 0. Seth: Hhmm I thought they'd have more on me.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: Hurry it up...cause you are also going to be working for "the man" and "the man" will not tolerate soldiers who are slow and tardy... Black 1 paused. Black 1: No more delays...no more stalling.

[Orcaid123]

Meanwhile on the Goldbane: William looks around in his half burned office, sighing at the sight of it. He goes and sits on his chair, that survived the flames, and takes out a datapad, seeing who will replace the dead crew members. Seeing the name of the new first mate, "Marshall Redridge". William would then lay the datapad on his half burned counter, and goes to the mess hall to get something to eat. Meanwhile on the Crimson Shadow: Matias sits on a chair in his quarters, polishing his helmet, as he watches some Tv.

[Hells Sniper]

Colby led the Agents down the stairwell, not one Trust operative was seen on the way down. Colby kicked open the door to the hangar bay, checked the area and walked inside. The rest of the team followed and Jacob looked around. Jacob: MacLaren! Pelican, four o'clock, get it prepped! MacLaren: Roger, two minutes! MacLaren ran towards the pelican, following by Carmicle, Colby and Folee. Limos and Jacob covered their backs, but the ship rocked once again and the two fell to the ground. Limos was up first and helped Jacob up. Suddenly, they came under fire by a hail of assault rifle fire. The two scrambled to cover and made it to two overturned crates. They were under heavy fire, not once did the Trust lighten up on them. They both looked at each other, they knew only one could get to the pelican. One had to stay behind to cover the pelican's retreat. One had to sacrifice themselves. Limos nodded, but Jacob shook his head. Jacob: I've had too many damn chances. Phoenix, get the data to Harrison. Phoenix: Jacob, what---... Jacob unplugged Phoenix from his helmet and tossed him to Limos. Limos caught Phoenix and just looked at Jacob. He shook his head. Jacob nodded and picked up an assault rifle. He looked away from Limos and held up three fingers. He dropped one. Limos prepared to run. He dropped another. Limos slid Phoenix into his pocket. Jacob made a fist and dove from cover, firing the assault rifle at the nearest Trust operative he could see. Limos took the chance and made a dash for the pelican. The ship rocked and he fell onto the passenger bay. Limos turned around to see Jacob firing the assault rifle at the Trust operatives, at least five of them. Folee looked out. Folee: No, fuck that! We gotta get Cyborg! Carmicle: No chance, we'll all go down with the ship! MacLaren was sitting in the cockpit, she could hear the arguing and she could hear the assault rifle fire. Folee: But it's Cyborg! Limos: He stayed behind, we have to move Folee! Folee: I'm not gonna fucking leave him behind! He saved half our asses! MacLaren just sat in the cockpit, motionless, she had to make a choice. They would never decide, and it was either try to save Jacob....or escape. Try to save a fellow Agent, or accomplish a mission. MacLaren: Goddammit. She looked down and sighed, she was on the verge of tears. Folee was still arguing with Limos and Carmicle. MacLaren: This data better be worth it. MacLaren sat up and hit a few buttons, closing the bay door. He could hear Folee yelling. Folee: MacLaren! What the fuck are you doing!? Stop that bullshit and open up this bay! MacLaren didn't listen, she started up the flight sequence and rose the bird. Folee: Fuck it! I'm ju--- MacLaren only heard a thud after that. MacLaren: Carmicle, again? She turned her head to the bay, but to her surprise Colby was standing over Folee's body. Carmicle: Wow. MacLaren's eyes widened, she turned back and pushed the throttle, escaping the Trust destroyer.

[cubanpete24]

Blue Bomber: Do you have to be somewhere? I mean like...really. This tub has enough Nitro Glycerin to to knock J-2 off it's axis... Just kidding, but seriously, it's a lot. I meet your boss now...or I meet your boss ten minutes later. There's no difference man.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: There is a difference...a 10 minute difference. If WE have to wait 10 minutes...that is unacceptable. Black 1 paused. Black 1: I hate everything about where I am standing. This place is utterly revolting and sub-human...and it is an insult to the evolution of my genome to be subjected to such...unsanitary conditions like this. You may like to dwell and fester in a shithole like this...but I have standards...and this location is in direct violation of my standards.

[cubanpete24]

Blue Bomber: Well, I offered you some margaritas, but you declined. Of course you hate it here.... Oh no...I forgot to offer your FRIENDS SOME MARGARITAS! The Blue Bomber snapped both his fingers, and he hit the floor with his right toe twice. On the second floortap, his toe broke through, and his entire foot was stuck. Blue Bomber: Wait...don't do anything...I got this. They say foxes would bite off any of their feet that got caught in a trap...

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: My "friends" are not thirsty. Don't waste time asking them... Black 1 paused. Black: Do I literally have to pick you up and carry you out of this building? Do I have to carry you all the way back to speak with my CO? Yes or no?

[Hells Sniper]

Meanwhile: Jacob watched as the pelican left the destroyer, he was still firing at the Trust operatives. The clip in the assault rifle ran dry so Jacob charged at the group and used the butt of the gun to smack one of the Trust marines onto the ground. In one quick motion he dropped the Assault rifle and switched to his magnum, using the confusion to his advantage, Jacob quickly fired at two Trust marines, killing them both with head shots. A fourth marine tackled Jacob from behind and Jacob landed into a side wall. He was pressed up against it by the marine. Jacob elbowed the marine in the visor, smashing it with his cybernetic arm. The marine fell backwards and onto one knee.Jacob turned and kicked the marine with his cybernetic leg, breaking the marine's neck. The marine he had smacked before finally stood and grabbed an assault rifle, Jacob saw this and dove over to the marine and punched him in the chest. The marine keeled over and fell to the ground. Jacob turned around and saw the last marine had a gun raised to his head. Marine: That was exciting Agent. But, we still want you alive. Jacob raised an eyebrow under his helmet, he could hear the marine behind him stand and grab an assault rifle. Marine 2: Honestly, you would make a great field commander for the Trust. Marine: A great ODST for the trust. Marine 2: A great...Black 5. Jacob cringed, even two lowly marines were trying to get him to join the Trust. Marine: Hell, ONI wouldn't even have to know. They would think you died in the explosion. Just like that the ship rocked from another explosion. Marine: Perfectly set up to get you to join us, it's either that or die. Jacob looked down, he was analyzing the situation, trying to figure out how to get out. Jacob: The Trust is just another black spot on human history, you two have one chance. Jacob paused and looked up. Jacob: Drop your weapons, let me leave, and you can leave alive too. The marines laughed. Jacob shrugged, he charged at the first marine and spun him around as the second marine began to unload his assault rifle. Jacob was using the Trust marine as a shield as he picked him up and charged at the final marine. Jacob hit the marine with such force that the marine flew back a few feet and groaned. Jacob grabbed his Socom and walked over. The marine was lying on the ground. Marine 2: Nicely done, Agent. You would make a gr--- Jacob fired his Socom, he didn't let the marine finish his sentence. Jacob: Let's hope the Devil has a nice punishment for your type. Jacob sighed, he holstered his magnum and looked around. There was one ship left, a Sabre fighter. Jacob had only been in the simulations once, but it was the only thing in the deck. He heard another explosion and this time the ship rocked for a few seconds. Jacob took a deep breath and sprinted to the Sabre, hoping he could make it in time. Meanwhile: MacLaren was flying the pelican, she contacted the Crimson Shadow. MacLaren: This is Agent MacLaren, we are in a Trust pelican en route to the Crimson Shadow, do not fire upon us! Requesting docking clearance Zeta-Foxtrot-01354. Shadow: Agent MacLaren, good to hear from you guys again. Clearance confirmed, docking bay 6 is open and ready. Admiral Harrison will be awaiting for you. MacLaren: Roger that, docking in bay 6.

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Vernette walked into the mess hall and approached the counter. Mess Sergeant: Director Vernette! What can I get for you? Vernette: Coffee...black... Mess Sergeant: Coming right up. The Mess Sergeant turned away to get Vernette's order. As Vernette waited, he leaned on the counter. He watched the people come and go. After a few moments, he noticed Beckett enter the ess hall. He and Beckett exchanged a look, and Beckett walked over to Vernette. Beckett: Sir... Vernette: Carson... Beckett: Sir...I have a question. I have been hearing some rather strange rumors about...the simulation room on Deck 8. I have heard it has been deemed...off limits to the entire crew...save for you. Why? Vernette: That is classified Carson. If it WASN'T classified...I would not of restricted access to the Deck 8 Simulation room. Beckett: I see. Well...I am sure there is a good reason. I just...have never known you to do something like this without at least consulting your senior staff about the general reason WHY you make a decision like that. Vernette: You are giving it too much thought Carson. I am just running a few scenarios based on some classified intel. Nothing more, nothing less. Beckett: Understood sir. I just wanted to know. A few people have been asking...and now I have an answer to give them.