[Halo] New! Halo RPG Pt. 11

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5 groaned, he had taken a majority of the impact Nighthawk would have taken. He was breathing heavily, as he had gotten the wind knocked out of him. Black 5 heard Nighthawk and Anaconda exchange words as he shook his head. With almost everyone except Anaconda dazed, Black 5 took his chance to elbow Nighthawk in the gut, loosening his grip. Black 5 then grabbed Nighthawk's head and using his cybernetic limbs and augmentation power, knelt down and flipped Nighthawk over and onto his back. Black 5 then leaned down, grabbed the combat knife from Nighthawk's chest plate and turned around to face Anaconda. He immediately threw the knife at Anaconda, aiming for his head. Anaconda saw this coming and dodged to the side, causing the knife to hit him in the shoulder, right where the armor was missing. Black 5 used this to his advantage and charged at Anaconda, using his own body mass against him and tackling him to the ground. Black 5 then punched the knife, causing it to move deeper into the shoulder. Black 5 jumped off of Anaconda and ran to Black 1, helping him up. Black 5: We gotta move...now!

[Naked Crook]

Black 2 opened the last DNA freezer and checked the final sample. He grinned behind his helmet. Black 2: There we go...that is all 7 of them. Objective complete. Black 3 looked at Black 3. Black 2: Don't kill them...I have an idea on how they can be useful...they may very well ensure our escape from this hell hole. Black 2 turned and began to move towards the exit of the deep freeze. Black 3 followed, while Black 4 backed up, still aiming his rocket launcher at Sigma Squad and the two agents. Black 2 and Black 3 exited the deep freeze, while BLack 4 remained at the thresh hold. Black 4: What are you doing? What is your idea? Black 2: Wait and see Black 4...wait and see. However...when I tell you to turn around and get the hell out of the deep freeze...you do it, no second thoughts...clear? Black 4: Roger that! Black 2 situated himself in front of the control panel that control the deep freeze and began to type at the keyboard. Concurrently: Anaconda groaned as he got back to his feet, pulling the blade out and tossing it aside. He glared at Black 5 and Black 1. Black 1: Not bad...that knocked the prick off his feet...but we to do that again...cause he got up. Hopefully...the rest of Black Team will be ready soon. Nighthawk looked up and saw Black 1 and Black 5 standing near him, their backs not totally to him, but, more or less, standing to the side, slightly ahead of where he was laying. Nighthawk was still on his back, as he planned his next move. He saw Black 1 and Black 5 conversing, and decided to make another move, not ready to throw in the towel just yet. Nighthawk jumped back to his feet as, he glared at Black 5. He ran, and kicked low, right in the back of Black 5's knee, with the toe of his boot, dropping Black 5 to one knee. Nighthawk looked at Anaconda. Nighthawk: Let's mix this up and trade dance partners! Anaconda nodded. and moved to intercept Black 5, who was currently helpless. Anaconda grabbed the hammer off his back, and swung it right at Black 5, sending him right into the wall with great force. The site of BLack 5's impact against the wall left a crack, a testament to the force of impact. Anaconda walked over and placed his foot down on Black 5, pinning his body to the ground. Nighthawk ducked Black 1's intial offensive strike, and dodge to the side, evading Black 1's attempts to hit him. At his first chance, Nighthawk drove hs elbow right into Black 1's Thoracic region, and driving him right into the wall. Nighthawk held him pinned. Nighthawk: It is OVER Jonas...you have LOST! Nighthawk then heard the sound of the deep freeze vault door closing. He turned his head and saw Black 2, Black 3, and Black 4, all standing their, with their weapons ready. Black 2: Pardon my abysmal french Nighthawk...but oh contraire...mon frère. We have not lost...it is not over...in fact...we'ev won. Black 2 held the metal case containing the 7 DNA samples belonging to the Risk Takers. Black 2: And as we speak...the ONI marines and Agents you sent in after us...are stuck behind the magic, impenetrable door, in a room, that is currently sitting at -50 degrees Celsius...or -58ish Fahrenheit if you prefer the old terminology, and falling rapidly. Black 2 paused. Black 2: I am sorry, forgive me. It is not -58ish...it is EXACTLY -58... Black 2 paused again. Black 2: Those people are dying horribly. I cannot imagine freezing to death is very nice. So...you have a choice Nighthawk. If you order your attack dog, or would it be attack gorilla? Anaconda growled. Black 2: Order the growling thing to release Black 5...and you get your hands...or elbow...off of Black 1, you you let us go...I will give you the ciper needed to open this door and save the people trapped in this deep freeze. For the record, I not only changed the access code, but I also changed the encryption cipher. So...if you get the bright idea to call the "help desk" and have them open this door for you...it won't work. There is only one person who can open this door...and that person, is the man with this PDA. You an try and fight all five of us...here and now...and you may stop us...but those people in there die. You cannot save them and stop us. You only have time for one. Choose! Let's see what kind of man you are. Black 2 showed Nighthawk the PDA he held in his hand. Black 2 then shook his head. Black 2: For the record...I am a very arrogant and impatient man Nighthawk...and I will not sit here while you weigh your options, and evaluate your decision. You have 10 seconds to choose...us...or them. Black 2 paused. Black 2: 8 seconds... Nighthawk glared at Black 2. Nighthawk: How do I know you will give me the encryption cipher? Black 2: You don't...6 seconds. You just have to trust me, and hope for the best. Nighthawk: Give me some collateral! Black 2: No. 4 seconds. Nighthawk: I won't let you leave if I have no way to guarantee the safety of those people! Black 2: Then those people die...and Black Team is forced to continue doing things the hard way. 2 seconds. Nighthawk released Black 1. Nighthawk: Anaconda! Let Jacob go! Anaconda grunted. Nighthawk: Do it! Anaconda growled. Nighthawk DO IT! Anaconda lifted his foot. He allowed Black 5 to get back to his feet, and watched as Black 1 and 5 regrouped with the other 3. Nighthawk: Give me that PDA! Give me the cipher! Black 2: Get out of our way! Nighthawk stood his ground. Black 2: You are out of time, and I am out of patience. Get...out...of...our...way... Nighthawk sighed. Black 2: Those people are dying...you are killing them because you refuse to get the hell out of our way! You are murdering them because you are stubborn! Nighthawk stepped to the side. Anaconda growled and did the same. Black 2: Good... Black 2 looked at Black 1. Black 2: Are you alright sir? Black 1 nodded. Black 1: Good to go. Well don Black 2. Let's move out. Black 1 gestured for Black Team to move out. The five Trust operatives walked right past Nighthawk and Anaconda. Nighthawk watched as the five left. Nighthawk: The Cipher! Black 2 turned and looked at Nighthawk. Nighthawk: Give it to me! Black 2 sighed. Black 2: Did you honestly believe that I would? You would think if you knew my name, you would know that all my ciphers...are in my head. I never write them down. Besides...I am sure the technically adept Nighthawk can figure it out. Anaconda growled, but Nighthawk stopped him. Nighthawk: Big guy...let em go...trust me on this. We are better off if we save those people first and foremost. Anaconda turned and looked at Nighthawk. He grudgingly nodded, as Black Team took off, wasting no time, running towards Gamma Wing. Anaconda: Why did we let them go? Nighthawk: I let them go because the only place they could go was Gamma Wing. I'll be honest...I had held out hope that Evan would of given me the cipher...but deep down...I knew he was lying...I had that gut feeling. In the end, I let him go because I want Black Team to enter Gamma Wing. Anaconda: Why? What is in gamma Wing? Nighthawk: Spartans... Nighthawk paused. He then looked at the vault door, and ran over to the control terminal. Anaconda: How are you going to open this door? Nighthawk: I need to think. This is Evan Wolfe we are talking about. He was right about one thing...he is fucking arrogant...and he is fucking impatient.. You see, Evan uses what was known as the "UNSC General Security Cipher" for all his encryption work. The word that he used to generate the cipher was the words "Valley Forge". Valley Forge was the name of the colony on which he was born. Anaconda: I don't think the Covenant glassed that one... Nighthawk: Thankfully, no. Valley Forge was home of the most vintage and, shall we say, decadent Ice Wine in the history of ever. I love that stuff! Nighthawk paused. He then pulled out his PDA. Nighthawk: All I need to do...is sync this PDA with the terminal, and then use cipher codex that is on this PDA to crack the cipher using the word "Valley Forge" as the plain text generator. In either a matter of seconds, or minutes, we will have this door open. No biggy. I got this! Anaconda: Assuming he used Valley Forge. Nighthawk: It's Evan...I don't assume that with Evan. Now...lets do this. Nighthawk placed the PDA down on the table next to the terinal, and allowed the two device to sync. He then accessed the cipher codex on the PDA and selected the UNSC General Security Cipher as the base model. He then proceeded entered the word "Valley Forge" into the generator. He was provided with a list of millions of possible encrypted pass codes. Nighthawk: Now...we just let the PDA run through them all...and sooner or later, this door will open...and hope those people don't freeze to death.

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5 ran off with Black Team. Black 5: Well...that was a rush! Meanwhile: Lisa guided the prowler to the top of Gamma wing, undetected.

[Naked Crook]

Black 2 nodded. Black 2: Tell me about it. I had to collect blood samples while fighting a bunch of people in a freezer. Defiantly an interesting mission. Black team ran through Alpha Wing, heading towards the threshold to Gamma Wing. Black 1: Our evac will be waiting on the roof of Gamma Wing. We have to get up there...ASAP! No delays, no stopping. We only have a few moments, the longer we take, the more of a chance our evac will be attacked. Black Team crossed the threshold from Alpha Wing, and approached the large door leading to Gamma Wing. Black 1: Black 2...open this door! Black 2: On it! Meanwhile: Nighthawk watched his PDA go through all the viable password combinations. Roughly two minutes passed before the light on the door flashed green, signifying access. The Vault door unlocked, and opened. Nighthawk and Anaconda rushed in. The room was blistering cold, however, Anaconda didn't seem to mind it. Anaconda: It is kinda nice in here... Nighthawk: So says the person who is covered in fur. Common...help me get these soldiers back to their feet! Nighthawk looked at James. Nighthawk: Soldier...you alright? You still alive?

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5 stood guard, his weapon raised ready to gun down anyone who came towards them. Within a few moments he heard the door open. Black 5 looked around, eventually meeting eyes with Black 1. Black 1 immediately nodded, giving Black 5 the go ahead to take point and move into Gamma Wing. Black 5 turned around and raised his SMG, walking forward he moved into Gamma Wing, the biggest secret inside the Citadel. Black 5 looked around, it didn't seem like much at first, a few lab areas set up on each side, a table or two, and some large circular device. Black 5 shook his head and continued straight on. He was looking for a staircase, hoping to head to the roof quickly and with ease. Black 5 knew the fellow members of Black team were behind him, following him, examining the area just as he was, wondering what was in here. Eventually, they were on a catwalk, and every fifteen feet or so there would be a break off point on each side, leading to a lab station. Each level down was the same set up, lab, table, circular device. Each level up...same thing. Whatever ONI was doing they liked to be efficient with it. Black 5 eventually found a staircase leading to the next catwalk, he assumed this would be the fastest way to the roof. Black stepped onto the staircase and went upwards, the stairs led to the catwalk above him. Black 5 decided to continue up the catwalk and he did, eventually after about six levels he knew this wasn't going to work. Black 5 took a deep breath and looked around, trying to sort out what looked right on his HUD. He held up his fist and called for Black team to stop, they did. Black 5 walked onto the catwalk and looked around. Before he knew, something large dropped in front of him. It was an entire foot taller than him, and it was human. 5 stepped back a bit and raised his SMG, examining the object in front of him. It was a Spartan... Spartan: That weapon won't do shit against this... The other members of Black Team met Black 5 on the catwalk and raised their weapons. The Spartan let out a slight chuckle and then looked at Black Team. Spartan: Well, all those weapons might... Black 5: Step aside...and you won't die. The Spartan laughed. Spartan: You want....me to step aside? The Spartan shook his head and head, chuckling. Spartan: You think you're raggity ass Black Team is going to beat me, Jacob? Ya know, I don't know what's worse....the fact that you think you can beat me, or that you think I'm going to lose. The Spartan chuckled. But, Black 5 was taken back, he hadn't met this Spartan in his life, he didn't even know what kind of Spartan this was, and his comment, it was so brash, so arrogant, so Spartan-esque. Spartan: Yeah, that's right, I know who you are, I know all about what you are doing here. Radio is going crazy with what you boys did. Black 5: Listen, I don't know what or who you --- The Spartan laughed. Spartan: Pardon me for not introducing myself...name's Miles, Commander Troy Miles, Spartan-IV. Black 5: I'm sorry, did you say...IV? Troy nodded. Troy: That I did, Black 5. Now, I will kindly ask you to lower your weapons and for your pal, Black 2 over there to hand over that case. Black 5 raised his weapon. Black 5: Five against one...even if you're a Spartan. Troy nodded, he backed up a bit, raising his arms. Troy: Oh, well I guess I oughta let you fellas through. Troy then shrugged and reached to his back, pulling his SAW from the magnetic strips, he tapped his helmet. Suddenly, four Spartan-IV's were at his side, with another three on the left and right of Black Team. Troy: Then again, I did say I was Commander Troy. As in, Commander of the Spartan-IVs. Now it's...what, eleven Spartans against five ODSTs? Those odds seem pretty good. Troy held his SAW with one hand at his side, and then put his hand out. Troy: Now, how about that case? Black 5 shook his head. Troy: Jacob...I've heard a lot about you, get your damn team to hand me that goddamn case! Black 5 shook his head again and reach to his side for his Socom. He had both weapons in his hands. Black 5: Not a chance... Troy sighed. Troy: Ya know! This isn't how I wanted it to go Jacob! This is not how I wanted this situation to turn into! I didn't want you to die, I mean, I could care less for your little band behind you, but not you Jacob! Troy sighed again and shook his head, retreating his hand back to his SAW, he nodded and backed up. The ten other Spartans raised their weapons at Black Team. Troy: Kill them. Black 5 saw what was about to happen, he, and Black Team were about to be gunned down. Immediately he fired his guns to his left and right, throwing off the three Spartans on each side. Black 5 then pulled out a smoke grenade and deployed it, smoke filled the area. Black 5: Up the stairs, now! Black 5 immediately ran up the stairs, hopefully with Black team in tow. Troy shook his head and put his hand to his helmet. Troy: LT...they're headed to you......Yeah, five of them just like the Admiral said....yeah, I talked to him, kill him. Troy looked up at Black Team running and nodded. He turned to his Spartans and nodded, running after Black Team. Meanwhile: Carmicle helped Folee into the deep freeze and looked around, finding everyone the two walked over. Carmicle: Christ... Carmicle immediately went to work on helping Colby put his arm back into it's socket. Folee on the other hand turned to MacLaren and started to help her, he turned to Nighthawk. Folee: What happened? Meanwhile: Lisa stood from the pilot seat and looked at her two marines. Lisa: Anyone who is not wearing black and comes even within seeing distance of this prowler...gun them down. Two marines nodded and reloaded their rifles, heading down the bay to guard the prowler and await Black Team's arrival. (First post has been updated with character sheet and picture).

[Kairu]

James was freezing cold. He was not completely used to this temperature back on Aurigae VI. The only thing he could think of to keep him alive through the unbearable cold was how he was now hellbent for revenge with Black Team. First they ransack Aurigae VI, then captured Jacob and turned him, closing off the list with the assault on the Citadel and the death of Jersey and locking him and his team in a freezer. Despite the fire of revenge, he maintained an aura of thankfulness that his team was ok. He looked up at Nighthawk. James: "I- I- I- I've b-b-b-been b-b-bett-t-t-ter. J-j-j-just c-cold." James was having a hard time staying warm now that his focus was broken.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk: I was forced to let Black Team go so I could save you guys. I couldn't just sit here and watch you guys bite the bullet. I was the only one here qualified to open the vault door after they bolted. Nighthawk paused. He helped James back to his feet. Nighthawk: Besides...Black Team was heading towards Gamma Wing. With the bridge between Alpha and Charlie destroyed...Gamma was the only place they could go. Believe me...the odds of them fighting through Gamma are very slim. Their best chance is to run their asses off, and after the fight we gave them...even that seems unlikely. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Still...I am going after Black Team none-the-less. I am not going to stop chasing these guys. Meanwhile: Black Team moved behind Black 5, heading up the stairs. Black 2 and 3 were covering the flank, doing their best to at least keep the Spartans away. Black 2: Sir...these guys have solid energy shields on them! I have never seen shields that can take this much punishment! Black 1: I cannot believe ONI got a Spartan IV Project going! We had no idea that they were ahywhere close to producing results. How long have they had these Spartans for is the real question I want the answer to! Black 1 paused. He aimed his Automag and provided more suppressive fire against the Spartans. Black 1: Let's just focus on getting the hell out of here! Black 5...find us a way out!

[Hells Sniper]

Black 5: Understood! Working on it! Black 5 looked around, firing off his SMG in short bursts at any Spartan getting to close. He immediately saw that the end of the catwalk led to a door, he assumed that it was a staircase...that hopefully led to the roof. Black 5: Black 1! End of the catwalk! Black 5 fired his SMG at a Spartan, the Spartan returned fire before getting back into cover. Black 5 felt a few rounds his his right arm, he winced but nonetheless moved forward. Black 5 broke from cover and ran towards the end of the catwalk, trying to push through the Spartan defense line. As far as Black 5 could tell, there were dozens of them, at least a hundred, from above and below them. Black 5 just fired his SMG, trying to keep the Spartans in cover. Black 5 ran forward, Black team in tow, but out of nowhere, Black 5 felt a punch to his stomach as he fell to the ground. Troy emerged from cover and looked down at him. Troy: Oh Jacob...Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. Black 5 moaned as he stood upwards, he looked at Black team and nodded, signalling them to keep moving. Troy looked at Black 5. Troy: You alright there, bud? Didn't want to hurt ya too hard... Troy shrugged. Troy: Actually I kinda did... Black 5 glared at Troy. Black 5: You are not like any Spartan I have ever met... Troy laughed. Troy: That's because I'm a human being, Jacob! I was an ODST...I lived my life before being recruiting, unlike II's and III's....I met you in 2540! Troy shook his head as Black 5 just stared at him. Troy: I guess you don't remember that...how that entire experience changed my life. Troy shook his head and raised his SAW. Troy: I'll just kill you and be done with it. Troy opened fire on Black 5, but Black 5 ran out of the way, a few bullets scraping his right leg. He ran towards Black team, trying to get to the door. Meanwhile: Folee looked at Nighthawk. Folee: Nighthawk, I understand you and your entire persona! But I think we need you to talk with Captain Hayes...or Admiral Harrison, or Burke. We can work together on this,. put together our strategy, take out Black Team...take out the Trust. Folee paused. Folee: Please...just meet with Hayes.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk: Believe me...I plan to meet with the brass. The Trust needs to be stopped, and I plan on doing everything I can to help ONI with this. Trust me...we are not deserting. Black Team is still here. If there is a chance we can stop them, I gotta go after them. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Either way...you will be seeing me again. Nighthawk turned and looked at Anaconda and nodded. The duo bolted out of the vault, and headed for Gamma Wing to see if they could possibly chase down Black Team. Meanwhile: Black 1 let Black 2, Black 3, and Black 4 head up the stairwell. He stopped and looked at Black 5 and Troy. Black 1 took aim with his Automag and fired at Troy, impacting his shields. Black 1: Hey asshole! Nobody messes with my team! You wanna kill him!? Over my dead body! Black 2, Black 3, and Black 4 ran up the stairwell, and headed towards the roof.

[Hells Sniper]

Carmicle shrugged. Carmicle: Gotta hand it to them...they're efficient. Carmicle looked around. Carmicle: Alright, let's get you guys out of this freezer, Folee, Colby, start moving Sigma... Meanwhile: Troy glared at Black 1 as Black 5 ran to him. Behind Troy, were fifteen Spartans, slowly moving towards Black Team. Troy: You think....that I won't kill you? You think that I won't kill you both! Look around you! Troy paused as Black 5 grouped with Black 1 at the stairwell. Troy: I'll see you both in the near future...to fight another day. Troy turned and walked away as his Spartans looked at Black 1 and 5, opening fire. Black 5 pushed Black 1 onto the stairwell and ducked, dodging the bullets. Black 5: Let's move before they change their minds! Meanwhile: Troy shook his head and threw his SAW on his back, the magnetic strips catching the metal. Troy called his Lieutenants over to him. Troy: Gather the Spartans up...get them ready to move up to the ships. Looks like we're moving, gentlemen.