[Halo] New! Halo RPG Pt. 11

[Naked Crook]

Black 1 saw the clones moving in on ONI. He then saw Black 5 engaging the snipers from TF117. Black 1 then radioed Black 4. Black 1: Black 4...ONI is still pushing. I have considered it, and I think 3 out of 6 will be fine. I am going to order Black 5 back...then we will all fall back to Alpha Wing...and then drop this bridge out of the sky! Black 4: What about the clones? Black 1: What about them? Black 4 was silent for a moment. Black 4: Understood sir! Black 1: Good...Black 2 and Black 3 have already reached ALpha Wing. They are re-arming and getting more ammo from the ONI reserves on their end. BLack 3 should be getting ready to provide cover fire for us any second now. When you hear Black 3 firing...make a run for it! Meanwhile: Nighthawk and Anaconda approached the sky bridge from Charlie WIng. They each took up opposing position by the large door. Nighthawk peeked around the corner and saw the Elite and Brute clones advancing on ONI. Nighthawk: We have clones moving in on ONI... Nighthawk continued to give a visual scan of the bridge. He spotted Black 2 and 3 on the far end, and BLack 1 and 4 much closer. Nighthawk: Black Team is here... Nighthawk then spotted the fifth member of Black Team. Nighthawk: What the hell? A fifth member? Anaconda: Is that unusual? Nighthawk: Yeah...it is. Black 5 has been dead for 40 years. Why would they wait this long to make a new one. Anaconda: Who was the original Black 5? Nighthawk: His name was Eli Decker...he was a friend of mine. Anaconda: Weren't they all? Nighthawk: Yes...they were... Nighthawk scoffed. Nighthawk: They may of cloned Eli in order to provide Black Team with additional support... Anaconda took a peek around the corner. He looked at the fifth member of Black Team. Anaconda: Whatever...he will die all the same in the end. Humans all bleed the same if I recall correctly. They all die if you impale them. Another interesting way is to sever the spinal cord at the 3rd vertebrae...death is immediate. Nighthawk: Good to know...remind me not to show you my vertebrae. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Alright...lets get in there. Stay sharp...I'll keep you covered. Nighthawk readied his Deserthawk and Anaconda raised his Mauler in one hand and his Spiker in the other. They both emerged and entered the battle field. Nighthawk fired off his Deserthawk, firing at the clones closing in on Folee and his fellow Agents. Anaconda coordinated his fired with Nighthawk. The surprise attack from Nighthawk and Anaconda managed to cut several of the clones down, and opened the last remaining clones to immediate attack.

[Erex]

Tylan: It looks bad out there.... Romanov: Well sir, just remember sir, we are safe near the Crimson Shadow. Tylan: I don't want to be safe, But orders are orders. I'm already gonna have a talk with Hayes. Romanov: Whats his deal? Tylan: He thinks I'm an idiot, for not responding to transmission. Romanov: Our communication array shut down. Tylan: Well he don't care he only cares about now now now, not giving people a breathing time.

[Kairu]

James and Edward ducked behind cover to reload. Aelis also moved behind cover but was still paired with Rewill. James looked towards Nighthawk and Anaconda. James: "What the hell..."

[Hells Sniper]

Dallas turned into cover and saw Nighthawk and Anaconda. Dallas: Great...they better be here to help. Dallas reloaded his rifle and then saw Black 5 fighting members of Task Force 117. He looked at Jersey, tapped him on the shoulder and pointed. Jersey nodded and stood next to Dallas. Meanwhile: Black 5 saw the soldiers raise their weapons. He immediately darted forward towards the closest member. Black 5 swung his leg under Mars feet, making Mars fall to the ground. The other members turned to face Black 5, who immediately rolled forward towards Donut. Black 5 kicked Donut in the side, and sent him over the cover. Black 5 was moving incredibly fast...faster than anything Task Force 117 had seen. Faster than everything except a Spartan. Alaska and Tennessee decided to charge Black 5 before he did anymore damage to their team. They both dropped their weapons and ran at Black 5, each one grabbing his right and left side, respectively. Black 5 was pushed backwards as he dropped his weapon and the two ODSTs pushed him back. Alaska: Jacob! Come to your senses, it's us! Black 5 struggled to get out of the hold, as they pushed him back up against a barricade. Tennessee: We know you! This isn't you! Black 5 groaned, he forced his way out of the hold, using his cybernetic arm to smash Tennessee's visor and send him a few feet back and onto his back. Alaska saw Black 5 throw another punch near him, but Alaska grabbed his fist before he was able to smash his visor in like Tennessee. Alaska: Jacob! Black 5 yelled out and used his other hand, the cybernetic one, to throw a punch to Alaska's abdomen. Alaska fell backwards and onto his back. Black 5 looked down at him and just before he was about to kick Alaska in the side, Mars and Delaware charged Black 5. Black 5, however, saw them coming, he ducked down and as Mars came forward he used his momentum to send him over and onto his back. Black 5 then rolled to the side as Delaware was coming up on his left, he dodged the first punch from Delaware and then grabbed Delaware's arm. Black 5 brought Delaware's arm behind his back and Delaware groaned in pain. Black 5 kicked the back of Delaware's legs, blowing them out and breaking them in a few places. Just when he was about to snap his neck, Black 5 heard Pittsburg and Dakota ready their snipers. Black 5 quickly turned around, leaving Delaware down in the dust. Black 5 charged at Dakota and Pittsburg. But then Black 5 stopped as he heard his name get called. Dallas: Jake! Dallas and Jersey had arrived a few moments before, they had their weapons raised at Black 5. Black 5 turned and faced Dallas and Jersey. Dallas: What are you doing little bro!? Black 5 clenched his fists. Black 5: Not now Dallas...I can't do this with you. Dallas: This isn't you Jacob! Black 5 shook his head. He looked around, five members of Task Force 117 were lying on the floor, moaning. He then thought back to the hallway...the countless bodies surrounding him, the pools of blood, the soldiers who were never going to see their families again. Black 5 looked up to Dallas and spoke. Black 5: What do you think I am? Dallas approached Black 5, his hand raised and his weapon lowered. However, Jersey stayed back his weapon raised. Dallas: You're Jacob Sharpmen...you are a Sharpmen. A soldier for ONI...a soldier for humanity, not some mangled device for the Trust. Black 5 walked backwards, his hand began to reach for his Socom. Black 5: No...I'm not Jacob. Jacob is dead...this man has replaced him. And I am here for humanity's salvation. Dallas shook his head as Jersey started to move forward. Dallas: You are Jacob! You are not a Trust tool! Black 5 grabbed his Socom and raised it. Black 5: You are right about one thing...I am not a Trust tool. I am a Trust soldier. But I am not Jacob. Jersey noticed Black 5 about to fire his Socom. Jersey charged Black 5. Jersey: Jacob, no! Jersey pushed Black 5's arm into the air as he fired off a few shots, the first shot landed in Dallas' shoulder, sending him onto his back. Black 5 stared down at Jersey and head butted him, damaging both of their helmets. Jersey fell backwards a bit, before Black 5 threw another punch. The punch landed right in Jersey's abdomen, sending him back a few more feet. Jersey: Jacob, listen! Black 5 grew angrier as he started unleashing punch after punch at Jersey. Jersey groaned after each punch and ultimately he threw a punch back, landing it right in the soft spot. Black 5 took a few steps backwards as Jersey continued to throw punch after punch. Black 5 finally reacted and dodged one of Jersey's punch. Black 5 used his momentum and flipped him over his back. Black 5 then turned around and kicked Jersey in the side, Jersey rolled over in pain. All Dallas could do was watch Black 5 knelt next to Jersey, and before Dakota or Pittsburg could react they came under fire by two clones. They couldn't do anything for Jersey. Black 5 grabbed Jersey by his throat and squeezed. Jersey gasped for air, is hands reaching around Black 5's cybernetic arm. Black 5 dragged Jersey across the skybridge, towards the very edge of the bridge. Black 5 lifted Jersey up...he was hanging over the bridge, if he were to be dropped, he would be falling for what looked like hours. Black 5 was breathing heavily. Everything that was going on...he was trying to analyze it all. Trying to figure out what was going on. Jersey gasped for air. Jersey: Jacob....please.... Black 5 shook his head, he looked up to Jersey. Black 5: Jacob is dead....as I've said. Black 5 paused, his grip loosened on Jersey's throat, but Jersey held on. Black 5: I'm sorry Harris... Jersey: Jacob...n--- Before Jersey could finish, Black 5 let go of Jersey, as gravity pulled him down. Jersey fell right off the skybridge, into the abyss and below the Citadel. Black 5 looked down, there was no screaming...nothing. Jersey was gone. Everything he was, gone...dead. Black 5 just watched. He had just killed one of his greatest friends...one of his greatest allies. Black 5 didn't just watch a friend die...he watching a part of himself die. Jacob...to him and to everyone who saw this...was dead. Everything that was right...everything that was good, was dead. Only black remained.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk and Anaconda had been focusing on dealing with The Clones. As the number of Clones began to swindle, Nighthawk saw Black 5 fighting with Jersey. Nighthawk looked at Black 5, watching his movements, completely distracted by his movements, and his fighting style. Everything about it seemed so familiar. It was at this moment that Nighthawk noticed The cybernetic arm and leg, and it was at this moment that Nighthawk realized who this soldier was. Nighthawk: Jacob... Nighthawk was taken aback by what he had just discovered. His mind was frozen. Nighthawk felt the gun in his hand, and he wanted to help Jersey, but that meant he would of needed to fire at Jacob. Nighthawk: What is he doing...why is he helping them... Nighthawk then had a flood of memories come back to him, remembering everything from his training with Black Team 40 years ago. Nighthawk: They drugged him...they used the same procedure on him that they used on us... Every memory that Nighthawk had spent years trying to suppress had come back to him. The missions he was sent on, the people he was forced to kill. Nighthawk's grip on his gun tightened. He recalled what had happened to the first Black 5, how he was powerless to help any of them. Nighthawk's mind snapped as he recalled how he was unable to help any of the members of Black Team. Nighthawk then watched as Black 5 dropped Jersey off the side of the sky bridge. Nighthawk watched as Jacob had just murdered one of his own friends in cold blood. Nighthawk: My God... Nighthawk then felt a sharp nudge in his side. Anaconda had just elbowed him. Anaconda: Wake up! Start shooting!

[Hells Sniper]

Dallas sat there, laying on the floor, he had just watched his brother...his own flesh and blood murder one of his best friends. Dallas was helpless, there was nothing he could do. He wouldn't bear fire at his brother...and he knew members of Task Force 117 would most likely not do it either. It was up to the Agents...or Nighthawk and Anaconda. Dallas looked a little to Black 5's right, there was Dakota and Pittsburg...in front of them, the other four members of Task Force 117, hiding behind cover from the clones. Dakota and Pittsburg were just lying there, staring at Black 5. Dakota had always had feelings for Jacob, and Pittsburg had had feelings for his son. Neither of them could fire on Black 5, none of them could shoot someone they came to love and respect, respectively. Meanwhile: The Agents had turned around to see the ending of the fight with Black 5. They had watched Black 5 drop Jersey into the abyss, into his death. All they could do was watch him. After a few moments, Carmicle contacted the team. Carmicle: Agents...I think...I think we know what must be done. There was a pause, no one spoke. Carmicle: He's too dangerous...MacLaren, I...I know that-- MacLaren: That's not Jacob Sharpmen...that's not the Agent we knew. Carmicle: Folee? Colby? Carmicle looked at the two, and they just nodded. Carmicle: Open fire, Agents. Killshots. Each Agent took a deep breath and then opened fire on Black 5. Black 5 turned around, shaking his head and getting out of the trance he was in. Black 5 fired his Socom randomly at the Agents as he ran towards Black team. He contacted them. Black 5: Get ready to blow this damn bridge!

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk watched Black 5 run. He took aim at Black 5. He was going to fire, but he noticed that there were still several clones attacking some members of TF117 Nighthawk turned his sights on the clones and began to fire. Anaconda took aim as well and began to fire his spiker. The two of them combined managed to cut down the last of the clones. Nighthawk then holstered his weapon and walked over to Dallas and knelt down. Nighthawk: Are you guys alright? You looked like you needed a hand... Nighthawk then turned his head and looked at Black Team running towards Alpha Wing. His VISR outlined the C4 on the bridge. Nighthawk took note of this and then looked back at Dallas. Nighthawk: We have to get moving. Black Team has planted C4 all over this bridge. Get your boots back on the line...and let's get moving. Anaconda paced back and forth, waiting to get moving again. Anaconda: Hurry up! Black team is escaping!

[Hells Sniper]

Dallas grabbed Nighthawk by the shoulder. Dallas: I'll signal the retreat! But get the Agents, yourself, and Anaconda over that bridge and follow them. I'll get some more forces to circle around from Gamma Wing and make there way to Alpha! Dallas saw Black Team running. He started to stand with the help from Nighthawk. Dallas: Now, go! Dallas signaled all of the members from Task Force 117 to retreat. Everyone who could walk ran over to the injured members and carried them to safety, everyone except for the ONI Agents retreating. Dallas eventually began to walk off, holding his shoulder. Dallas turned to Nighthawk. Dallas: And Nighthawk...whoever you are...I know you have history with Jacob. And that's not Jacob...just...end the misery he's causing...painlessly please.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk nodded. Nighthawk: Dallas...I take no pleasure in this...but I know exactly what they have done to Jacob. What they have done...is reprehensible...and I do not believe there is a way to save him. Whatever that thing is...I am going to kill it. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Now...get going. Take care of the wounded. I will deal with Black Team with the help of the Agents. Nighthawk stood up and turned to Folee, walking over to him. Nighthawk: Agent! Lets move...we don't have much time before Black Team... Before Nighthawk could finish his sentence, the C4 exploded. The explosions rang out and began to tear the sky bridge up. Half of the bridge had been totally destroyed, while the other half had been damaged, and was starting to fall apart! Nighthawk: DAMNIT! AGENTS! MOVE IT! LETS GO! Nighthawk turned to see TF 117 helping their wounded across the bridge. Nighthawk knew who he was up against, and he knew that Black Team needed a stern response. He looked around, checking for anyone who was either not injured, or not helping the injured. This is when Nighthawk spotted Stolt, and Sigma Squad. Nighthawk pointed at Stolt. Nighthawk: You...head to Alpha Wing with the Agents! You look like you are in good shape...get going! Nighthawk then spotted Sigma Squad. Nighthawk: You guys...head to Alpha Wing as well! Get going! Lets go...move it! Nighthawk turned and began to run across the bridge. Every second that past, the bridge grew weaker and weaker. The bridge began to slant to the side, very slowly, as it was now unable to hold itself together. The support beams that were under the bridge began to fall, one by one. Black Team had been successful in destroying or damaging essential support struts under the bridge. In a matter of moments, less than a minute, the bridge would fall right from the sky, completely severing the connection between Charlie and Alpha Wings. Anaconda had bolted across the bridge, slowing his pace and keeping up with Nighthawk. Occasionally, Anaconda would look back and see the Agents in tow, not far behind.

[Hells Sniper]

The Agents sprinted over the falling bridge, jumping when pieces began to fall under their feet. They were right behind Nighthawk and Anaconda as they crossed the failing bridge and towards Alpha Wing. On the other side of the bridge, Task Force 117 was able to fall back into Charlie Wing and gather their wounded and assess the situation. Delaware, Donut, Mars, and Tennessee were hurt and could hardly move. Half of Task Force 117 would have to stay behind just to keep the area secured. Dallas; We're hold here, keep Trust forces from damaging Charlie wing any further. Let's move into Charlie's CC and set up a perimeter! Everyone buddy up, two per wounded, let's move 117!