[Halo] New! Halo RPG Pt. 11

[Kairu]

Sigma Squad was on their way to the surface. MEANWHILE Cochraine: "Where are they...", she said softly to herself. Cochraine watched from the bridge as hundreds of pelicans descended to the surface.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1 moved forward. The rest of Black team followed behind. Black 1 had his eyes open for any ONI marines and Agents roaming the halls. When Black Team had come to the next junction, he stopped and fell back when he saw another group of Marines. The marines wasted no time in opening fire. ONI Marine: Trust contacts...dead ahead! Back 1 fell back behind cover. He reached onto his belt and pulled out a grenade. He enabled the fuse and tossed it around the corner. ONI Marine: Grenade! The gunfire stopped. Black 1 took this as his cue. He popped around the corner and let lose with his Assault rifle, hitting every single one of the Marines. When the grenade went off, each of the Marines flew back, every single one of them killed. Black 1: Dumb bastards... The rest of Black team caught up with Black 1. Black 2: Boss...wanna save some for the rest of us? Black 1: No can do... Black 2 paused for a moment. He then showed Black 1 the PDA. Black 2: Sir...I snatched this PDA off of one of the dead Agents back there. I have been looking through it...and it contains a floor plan. I can lead us right to the command center. From there...I can get the defenses offline! Black 1: Well done Black 2. Take point. Black 2 nodded. He looked at the PDA, and took off in a sprint. The rest of Black Team then began to move behind Black 2. Before even making it to the next junction, Black Team came under fire from a large group of Marines, ODSTs, and Agents. There must of been at least 30 soldiers. Black 1 pulled Black 2 back behind the cover of the corner before he was torn apart by the gun fire. Black 2: Shit... Black 1: Let me guess...that is the way we have to go? Black 2: Yeah...the is the most direct route. Black 1: Do we have any alternatives? Black 2: Negative. I am guessing that is why they have such a huge ass army waiting there. They must know we are trying to get to Central Command. Black 1 sighed. Black 1: We have no choice...we have to cut through these pricks. Somehow...we must find a way! Black 1 paused. Black 1: Suggestions?

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5 looked at the PDA Black 2 was holding. He was reading the layout of the area, he noticed a small air duct on the layout that led straight to the control room. When he turned he saw the entrance to the duct up against the wall. Without talking, Black 5 walked over to it and grabbed it with his cybernetic arm, he pulled it right off it's hinges. He could tell that he would be able to fit into it, as well as Black Team. He looked up at Black Team. Black 5: Up for a crawl?

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: Air ducts...well...there is no better idea at the moment... Black 1 paused. Black 1: Alright...lets do it. Black 2...take point and lead the way. Go! Black 2 crawled into the air ducts, followed by Black 3, and Black 4. Black 1 looked at Black 5. Black 1: You're up. Go.

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5 looked at Black 1. Black 5: You're going to need someone to distract that group. I'll stay. Keep them occupied.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1: Fair enough Black 5. Radio us if you need back up!

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5 nodded. He watched Black 1 enter the duct and then he wales to the end of the hallway. He peered around the corner and saw the amount of ONI Agents and marines. Six Agents...Twenty-four marines. Black 5 put his back up against the wall, sniper clenched against his body. He took a deep breath. Black 5: Four Agents...six marines...medical officers...all dead because of you. Shit...this...is this what needs to be done. Black 5 shook his head. Black 5: Its what needs to be done...in order for this to prevail. I must kill them. All of them. Black 5 took a deep breath and readied himself. Eight shots. Eight ONI soldiers that need to be killed. Black 5 slowly peered out of cover and kneeled. He took aim with his sniper...the Marines hadn't spotted him. He aimed for the closest agent and fire a round. Quickly moving from target to target he went from Agent to Agent to marines. The Agents darted into cover an the marines hid as best they could, but Black 5 continued to pick some off. All clean head shots. All instant deaths. All mercy. Black 5's clip had run dry, And every bullet had killed a target. Before Blak 5 could react a hail of gunfire came down on him and her rolled back into cover. Two Agwnts, six marines. Killed in a matter of moments.

[lynksys]

Stolt: Let's go! The drop pods launched the 3 NSW operatives straight towards the Citadel. The Marines would arrive later and form a perimeter around the Citadel, just in case there would be an additional attack force that might arrive. There was a strong jerk to Stolt's pod as the parachute deployed and slowed the freefall. So he lived another drop. The navigation system automatically steered the pod towards the LZ using a series of propeller thrusts. After some more time, the pod buried itself into the ground, and the hatch popped open. Stolt grabbed his rifle and climbed out to meet with the 2 other NSW operatives, Codenamed "Whiskey" and "Tango" to Stolt's "Foxtrot". Whiskey: Looks like there's already a team of agents that have been deployed here. Foxtrot: Roger. Watch the FOF radar and be on the lookout for friendlies. Don't be to reliant on it though. Chances are, whoever is down here won't show up. Let's move out. Whiskey, Tango, and Foxtrot moved deeper into the Citadel, following the trail of carnage.

[Naked Crook]

Black Team continued to crawl through the air ducts. Black 2: Not much further now. We are almost there. This air duct should take us right to Central Command... Black 1: This almost seemed too easy. You would think ONI would have these locked down. Black 2: Everything has an Achilles Heel sir. Black 1: Defiantly true... Black 2 stopped. He was looking at his PDA. He then continued crawling. Black 2: Another 20 meters... Black 2 eventually stopped again. He looked to his right, and could see the exit grate, positioned vertically upright. Behind the grate, was central command. It was crawling with marines. Black 2 looked back. Black 2: 4...I need all of your smoke grenades... Black 4 nodded. He pulled his last two smoke grenades off his belt and sent them forward. Black 2 placed the PDA in his side pouch. Black 2 grabbed the smoke grenades and set them aside. He repositioned himself so both of his feet were against the grate, The then pulled his feet back, and then kicked the grate right off, sending it flying down towards the ground. The Marines inside of central command hear the grate hit the ground. When they looked up, they saw two smoke grenades fly out of the ventilation shaft. ONI Marine: SMOKE! The two smoke grenades began to quickly flood the room, filling the room with an ultra dense grey smoke. While the smoke filled the room, Black Team had enabled the thermal heat vision on their visors, and jumped out of the vent, one after the other. Black 2 went first, cocking his shotgun. He began to pick off targets one after the other at point blank range. Black 2 and Black 3 followed. Black 3 and Black 4 used their automag to make precision head shots, helping Black 2 take down the Marines down. Black 1 provided cover fire from up top from the ventilation shaft. In less than a minute, the room was littered with dead bodies. The smoke was still very thick, but it was starting to clear up. Black 1 jumped down from the vent. Black 2, 3, and 4 each went their separate ways to fan out in the room, to make a quick sweep. Black 2: Clear... Black 3: Clear... Black 4: Clear... Black 1 walked forward. He looked around at the dead bodies. Black 1: Well done! Black 2...find a way to offline those exterior defenses. 3 and 4...cover the door. Lock it down! Black 1 walked over to Black 2, who had already got right to work. He stood behind Black 2. Black 1: You need to hurry Black 2...we need the Calvary. Black 2: I am working as fast as I can...stand by...

[Erex]

Trust Pilot:Dropship Bravo 4 all systems go. Permission to deploy.