[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Naked Crook]

Anaconda broke out into a full sprint, as he stormed through the corridor. Nighthawk grabbed his shotgun off of his back, and held it in his hands as he ran to keep up with Anaconda. Tye watched as the two ran forward, as he let out a sigh. Tyber: Dark, Cam...keep up! We can't fall behind. Tye and Cameron also broke into a sprint, as they followed behind Nighthawk. Tyber: Dark, keep eyes on our six as we move forward. I do not want any hostiles flanking our position. While Tye was giving his orders, Nighthawk was still following behind Anaconda. However, he was also conversing with HAWK via his comm line back to The Venture Capitalist. Nighthawk: HAWK...give me an update on what is going on our there! HAWK: The UNSC has been successful in surrounding and holding The Ulterior Motive in its place. The Ulterior Motive has taken damage, and it is not in any fighting condition. The UNSC has a strong perimeter set up, and nothing that leaves this ship will go far. Nighthawk: Sounds like good news all around. What about the Cyclops? Have you been able to find The Risk Takers? HAWK: Negative. I have the Cyclops moving through the corrdiors of The Ulterior Motive in an effort to locate The Risk Takers. However, I have been unable to locate them. I have been tapping UNSC comms in order to keep tabs on the possibility of UNSC teams spotting The Risk Takers. However, there have not been any sifhtings. Nighthawk: Well, stay on it. Anaconda and I are on The Consultant's tail. If Jacob's intel is to be believed, she MAY have access to Vanguard. Either way, she needs to be taken down. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: In any case, HAWK, keep me informed any any new developments. HAWK: Understood, Nighthawk. Meanwhile: Doctor Novak was in the med bay when he had heard the door breached, and the UNSC pour in. Novak took cover and hid in one of the supply rooms in the back of the med bay, out of sight from the UNSC Marines. He had heard the UNSC Marines round up his lab techs and nurses, and he had heard what they were trying to do. Novak rubbed his chin, as he considered his options. He was armed, and he had his sidearm with him, but he had a finite amount of ammo, he was outnumbered, and he was outgunned. He needed a plan, and he needed to act. He was all but certain that he was going to lose the Guest Houses, as he had heard a Marine make it abundantly clear that he was going to blow them up. Novak peaked around the corner, and caught a quick visual scan of his med bay. He saw that he had a clear path to his office, and that the UNSC was more focused on his staff and the Guest Houses. Novak went prone, as he silently moved towards his office. Novak ducked behind his desk, out of sight of the Marines, as he grabbed his laptop off his desk. With his laptop in hand, he looked back at the supply room, and moved, in prone, back to the supply room. Novak: These bastards are fully intent on destroying The Guest Houses. If they want to pull that off, I can at least make it more difficult for them to do so. Once Novak had returned to the supply room, he moved a supply crate to the side and exposed an emergency access hatch. Novak opened the hatch, slowly, and as silently as he could, as he crawled in, sealing it behind him. Novak locked the hatch from the other side, and then opened the lid of his laptop. Novak called up the administrative console on his laptop, and accessed the internal medbay functions to simulate a biohazard alert. At the very least, this would seal the doors of the med bay, and also of the surrounding areas, essentially making it very difficult for the Marines to rejoin their comrades. Novak sighed, as he pressed "Enter" to begin the simulated lockdown. The moment he pressed enter, he heard the alarm began to go off in the med bay, and the main doors sealed shut, the door locks on the main doors were engaged, and the overrides were disabled. With Jesse and Fireteam Harmony locked in the med bay, they would, in theory, be ill-advised to detonate the explosives necessary to destroy The Guest Houses. With the biohazard simulation in effect, Novak closed the lid of his laptop, and he proceeded to crawl through the access tubes, as he began to put distance between himself, and the med bay. Meanwhile: Nova Team, Black Team, and The Consultant moved through the corridors of The Ulterior Motive, as they protected the lab techs who were carrying Vanguard's Durance. Black Team was on point, as Nova Team watched the six. The Consultant walked in the middle with the techs. The Consultant: We should pick up the pace. We cannot rely on this ship surviving any assault from The UNSC. We have to get the hell out of here ASAP. Black 1: Well, whatever happens, we are not leaving this ship without Spender. Once we get you to the Prowler, we are going back for Spender, and we are getting him out of here. The Consultant: If The UNSC makes it to the bridge, Spender is a dead man. It would be a waste of time and manpower to go back at this point. Black 1: It is our time to waste. Our job is to ensure the safety of Spender. The only reason we are here is because he ordered us to be here, to ensure that this thing makes it to Mediterranean. However, if we can get you to the Prowler, you can make your own way there. The Consultant: Fair enough Black Team...fair enough. Meanwhile: Xyrho looked around the Barracks, as he gave a quick assessment of the warriors in front of him. Much to his dismay, he knew most of the Elites he was seeing, and he didn't feel that he could trust any of them with what he was going to have them do. Xyrho scoffed, and was going to turn away and simply do this himself, but he stopped when he saw Urran. Xyrho looked at Urran, and pointed at him. Xyrho: You...come here! Xyrho gave a very stern command to Urran. He waited for Urran to do as he was ordered.

[Dark-F137]

The SPARTAN looked over at Tyber, and nodded. "Yes sir," he said, less of a spoken sentence than a low rumble. He turned, aiming his DMR behind them and backing up as well, keeping a decent pace with the group. "Sir... May I ask... I've overheard that a SPARTAN has died from the Marines... Is this true?" He asked, his composure not cracking one bit... Yet. Urran blinked as he was ordered over by Xyrho. He then complied, walking over to Xyrho, bowing with a hand on his chest. "Shipmaster. What is required of me?"

[Kairu]

Axlon and Cadieux looked around breaking focus from the scientists and staff to figure out what was happening but resumed restraining the rest of their hostages. Meanwhile Vhat had re-approached the barracks when he saw Xyrho summoning Urran. He approached from behind. Vhat: "Excuse me, Shipmaster, I wish to enter."

[Dark-F137]

"Fuck! Hurry the hell up! We're locked in!" Jesse said urgently, rushing forward and ramming his shoulder into the door. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking hell!"

[Hells Sniper]

Madison and Mace immediately reacted to the doors shutting. The two of them both noticed Axlon and Cadiuex distracting and they both watched as Jesse slammed into the containment shield. Mace sighed heavily as he moved over to Jesse, grabbing him by the scruff and bringing Jesse close to his own visor, almost hitting each other. Mace: Stow it, marine. We have a job to do. Mace pushed Jesse back into the door and turned around. Mace: Eyes up. Private, start rigging the machines. Madison on the other hand turned to Axlong and Cadiuex. Madison: Marines! Get those men and women locked up now! Madison raised his assault rifle and contacted Ice. Madison: Ice? Ice: Madison! What's your status? What happened? Madison: We're green, sir. Containment protocol by the looks of it, meaning someone is in here. We're trapped. Ice cursed on the radio, shouting to Snyder and Kader to form up on the door. Ice: We can't blow through that. Madison: No, sir. But I've got a dozen personnel here, with some persuasion we can try to open it. Madison looked and saw an office in the medbay, he called Mace over and pointed to it. Mace immediately joined Madison. Madison: This may take some more time. Ice: Roger that. We have the outside secured...for now. Double time it and stay in contact. Madison: Understood, we'll be on comms. Madison looked around. Madison: Eyes up everyone! Stay sharp. Meanwhile: Lyle was leading Emma and William towards the medbay, jogging at a brisk pace. Concurrently: Liam had led the other Spartans the opposite direction, listening to comms as he headed to group up with Black Team and the Consultant. Usually, monitoring comms was Savannah's job, but with her passing the job had to be left up to him. He was the leader, he had to lead. He had to know what was going on. He had to do his job.

[Kairu]

Axlon and Cadieux continued to few remaining eggheads when Axlon saw Madison and Mason move towards Novak's office and pieced the information he could see together. Axlon then spoke up to Madison. Axlon: "Ma'am, if you'd like, I'm pretty handy with technology. I can see if I can't override this trap, if you'd prefer."

[Dark-F137]

"Alright, alright. You got it." He said, regaining his composure. "One suite barbeque coming up," he said, walking over to one of the suites and pulling a block of C12 off of his back, setting it on the center suite before drawing a can of C7 and spraying it around the block and spreading it over to meet the adjacent suites.

[Hells Sniper]

Madison turned to Axlon as Mace had his eyes trained on the office. Madison: Alright, get to work. Mace, clear the office. Cadiuex, you're with me on prisoner watch. Madison walked over to Cadiuex and kept her assault rifle trained on the doctors and nurses. Mace, on the other hand, walked into the office, scanning across the entire area with his battle rifle before lowering his guard. He walked around the desk and then raised it quickly as he checked behind and under the desk. He scanned the area once more and shook his head. Mace: Clear!

[Kairu]

Axlon lowered his pistol and switch places with Madison. He waited for Mason's signal and then entered. After he entered, Axlon pulled out a PDA and a cable and linked it the terminal still in Novak's office. Axlon powered on the PDA and began to access the computer's root directory, mining for any less encrypted system files to begin his hack with. Trust cybersecurity was new to Axlon, and he doubted his standard hack patterns would do much good.

[Naked Crook]

Anaconda eventually began to slow down, eventually coming to a halt just short of a 4 way junction. He knelt down, and began to sniff around. Nighthawk walked up behind Anaconda, and looked down at him. Nighthawk: Problem? Anaconda: Trying to figure out which direction they went. Anaconda continued to sniff around for a moment. Nighthawk simply waited, but Tye spoke up. Tyber: We need to keep moving! Nighthawk: We can't...yet. Anaconda needs to find their scent. Tyber: Did he lose them? Nighthawk: I don't think so. Chances are, he just wants to lead us in the right direction. Tyber: Well, let me save you some trouble. They went right. Nighthawk looked at Tye with a puzzled look. Nighthawk: How do you know? Tyber: This ship is nearly identical to the last Ulterior Motive. I know exactly where we are. If we go left, we will be heading towards either food storage bay or private quarters. If we go straight, we will find the firing range, and a weapon's locker. If we go right, we will find a dedicated elevator which leads to a Prowler bay. That elevator shaft moves right through the ship, and would be accessible from any level. Nighthawk: You think they are going for a Prowler? Tyber: Chances are, yes. If they are looking to get off this ship, the best bet would be via a Prowler. Anaconda stood up, and looked back at Nighthawk and Tye. Anaconda: He is right. Their scent leads right. Tye shrugged. Tyber: Told you so. Tye looked at Nighthawk and Anaconda. Tyber: After you two. Lead the way! Nighthawk nodded, as he and Anaconda turned, and once again broke out into a sprint. However, this time was different, because had drawn his Gravity Hammer. He could tell that he was very close. The scent belonging to The Consultant was very strong. Anaconda knew that they were closing in on The Consultant's position. Meanwhile: Xyrho looked at Urran. Xyrho: Enough with the saluting. I want your attention, not your reverence. As Xyrho said this, he heard Vhat speak behind him. Xyrho turned his head, and looked at Vhat. Xyrho: Major...I will require your expertise in battle in very short order. I will want you to come with me. Xyrho looked back at Urran. Xyrho: You will also be needed. You will both be accompanying me on a mission of vital importance. Time is of the utmost importance. If you save your questions, I can explain after we depart. Xyrho looked back at Vhat, and then back to Urran. Xyrho: Prepare for battle, and meet me in the hanger bay. I will not tolerate any delays, from either of you. With that Xyrho turned away, and began to walk towards the hanger bay, leaving both Urran and Vhat standing where they were. Voro, on the other hand, followed behind Xyrho.