[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Erex]

Sergei: Yes sir, on my way.... Get off of me! Sergei kills another Elite and starts to make a run for it while Ace and Havoc provide cover fire to allow Sergei to escape. Sergei: Lets go!

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr was cleaning the barrel of his gun. He always had an obsession of keeping busy. He decided to focus on cleaning the barrel and laughed quietly to himself at the thought of developing OCD. An explosion went off in the distance and he looked up once more to the torn, burning horizon of the city.

[Naked Crook]

Tyber: Alrighty...we just have to wait for SOMEONE to get back to us. Hopefully Sergai doesn't drop the ball, and he actually manages to get to the evac point and get someone to contact us. In any case, we have to get underway. Tye looked at Cameron. Tyber: Cameron...you are on point with me. Cameron nodded. Tyber: Jacob...cover our six. Tye then looked at Jennifer. Tyber: Jennifer...stay in the middle, and keep yourself alive. Jennifer: Sounds like a deal to me. Tye looked at Nighthawk. Tyber: As for you... Nighthawk: As for me...I'm done here. I have my exit on the roof, and my partner tearing things up right above us. This is where we part ways...gracefully. Tyber: Fair enough. Thanks for the assist. Nighthawk: No "thanks" are needed. It was my distinct pleasure. Jennifer: Rather polite for someone who is on the most wanted list. You're intelligence file does not do you justice. Nighthawk: They never do. Tye had to shrug and agree. Nighthawk: Well, now that I really think about it, you are not rid of me at this exact moment. I might as well hang around until we get to the stairs that lead to the upper level. You have another few minutes with me. However, I digress. Eventually, we will part ways, but we will bump into each other again. I guarantee you...we will be seeing each other again. When I guarantee something...it is written in stone. Jennifer looked at Nighthawk, and she squinted. She was deep in thought. Jennifer: Wait... Nighthawk looked at Jennifer. Jennifer: Why do you say that? Nighthawk paused for a moment. He thought about his answer. Nighthawk: Because...it is a fact...

[Erex]

Sergei arrives at the EVAC Point. Sergei: Hold, stop all Transports, wait till Tye arrives with Cameron, and Jacob. Carmicle, please contact Commander Tye immediately.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1, was was still in the process of questioning Carmicle, stopped himself when he had heard what Sergai said. He turned to look at Sergai. Black 1: What did you say?

[Erex]

Sergei: Who are you? Carmicle, Tyes orders to contact him ASAP. He needs you to hold EVAC till he arrives. Sergei was uneasy with the Black ODST soldier.

[Naked Crook]

Black 1 turned back to Carmicle, and slammed the butt of his Assault Rifle into the side of Carmicle's head. This impact was sudden, and it was swift, and it was not lacking force. This hit put Carmicle on the ground instantly. Black 1 then turned back to Sergai. Black 1: Sergeant Nathan Carmicle requires immediate medical attention, and as such, is unavailable to speak to you at the moment. Black 1 paused. Black 1: Go ahead...Spartan...talk to anyone who is NOT me. I guarantee you...that person gets shot. Keep that in mind while you consider if it is a good idea if you should talk to me or not. Black 1 paused again. Black 1: Now...I'm curious Spartan; are you referring to Tyber Vernette? He is an ODST...like us. Just out of curiosity. We would like to know. We would be VERY interested in knowing.

[Erex]

Sergei: Are you out of your god damn mind? We are trying to evac and your not gonna help your own species out? Look at the area, do you see the human bodies? I'm guessing this is you. Sergei raises his assault rifle aiming at Black 1, he takes aim. Sergei: You do not want to do this whoever you are. Now stand down or I'll put you down. Sergei gets on a secure channel to Tye. Sergei: Um Tye we have a Black ODST holding Carmicle at gun point, do you know who he is?

[Naked Crook]

Black 1 laughed. Black 1: You are something else Spartan. You really are. Typical Russian...a total idiot. We are jamming the UNSC communication spectrum. There is a reasons comms have not been going in and out of this location. When you walked here, into this evac point...you walked into the proximity of our comm jammer. Don't even bother looking for it...it is not like we would just drop it on the ground. No-no...we get the goodies that nobody ever hears about. You can try to call the Commander all you want...but you will never reach him. Black 1 paused. Black 1: As for you, putting me down? You have to lay off the Vodka you dumb Ruskie. It is drying out that already decrepit brain of yours. Black 1 simply waited. He knew what was coming next. Without warning, a sniper shot rang out. Black 3 had put a .50 cal round right through Sergai's Assault Rifle, destroying the weapon. Black 2 approached Sergai from the side, and at point blank range, fired his Shotgun, totally off-lining Sergai's shielding. Black 3 followed up again with another sniper shot, hitting Sergai's side arm, and again, destroying the weapon. Black 1: And just like that, Russian, you have no weapons. Keep in mind, that Black 3 is a hell of a shot, and a quick one at that. I have never known him to miss a chance to pull off a head shot...and he has two rounds left. One move from you, towards ANY of us...and your head comes off. Black 1 shrugged. Black 1: Even if, somehow, you survive us...take a look around. Black 1 called attention to The Risk Takers. Black 1: You are 1 Spartan...a Spartan III. I have seven Spartans, right behind me, waiting for orders. They were...designed, structured, molded...to destroy insubordinate little fucks like you. There is no version of this in which you win. Black 1 paused. Black 1: So understand this, you big dumb metal Russian idiot...I am ORDERING you...on FULL authority of the Office of Naval Intelligence...to stand down, back away, and sit your metal ass, on the ground, and stay there until I tell you that you can move! Black 1 paused. Black 1: And in case you have not noticed...I outrank you...Spartan. Black 1 was making clear reference to the rank insignia of Colonel on his uniform. Black 1: Your move. Make it a smart one!

[Erex]

Sergei Saluted Black 1. Sergei: My apologies Colonel, you should have alerted me sooner of your affiliation and rank sir. But don't you ever call me a ruskie again, And I don't drink vodka, I don't drink at all. Sergei still felt very uneasy, but had no choice. Sergei: Just don't shoot anyone.