[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr nodded. Head out and begin patrols/scan the perimeter or head to the civilian tents and see how the survivors are doing. I have a feeling we won't be sitting around doing nothing for much longer.

[Orcaid123]

Robert and Roger both nods firmly at Zephyr. Straigtens their backs and stands at attention, saluting. They would both say, at the same time: Roger - Robert: Sir, yes, sir. Then they turns around for the entrance. When outside of the command center, Robert says: Robert: I guess we could take a warthog and scout the perimiter? Maybe we'll be lucky to face some squid faces? Roger smiles, and says: Roger: Best idea I've heard in hours! Both of them turns around and heads for the vehicle section. When there, they would burrow a warthog, Robert on the turret, and Roger in the driving seat. After taking the warthog on a driving run, to check how it is, which seemed to be in a working condition. Roger: We're in good enough shape to take a drive in the perimiter. Let's take a ride! Roger then puts the pedal to the medal and drives out of the airfield, by the perimiter.

[Hells Sniper]

Dangerus grunted at Cameron, noticing his reluctancy to lower his weapons. He turned to Tye and stared at him. Dangerus: You are Commander Vernette... Dangerus turned to Jacob, then Jennifer. Dangerus: Captain Sharpmen and Captain Frost...and lastly, the Spartan known as Cameron. Dangerus glared at Cameron and then turned back to Tye. Dangerus: We have been monitoring communications...do not think I couldn't of had any of you killed. Dangerus paused and noticed he hadn't stated why he was even talking to them. Dangerus: Commander Vernette...four ODSTs known as "Black 1," "Black 2," "Black 3," and "Black 4," are going to ambush you in the next area. Dangerus paused. Dangerus: They seem to want you dead...thinking I would either do it...or tire you out at least. Meanwhile: Liam laughed. Liam: We have already been told about your "persuasion" methods. Liam paused and looked at Jessica, he held up his hand and then dropped it into a fist. Liam: I have my own way of persuasion. Just as Liam spoke, Jessica fired her rockets at the cover Nighthawk and Anaconda were behind. Concurrently across the planet: Athios: Let's move people! Into the pelican! Athios and the others were running towards the pelican that hand landed in the clearing. Athios: Cross, get my Harrison on the line, now!

[Naked Crook]

Tye sighed when he heard this. He shook his head, as if frustrated. Tyber: ODST Black Team...Son of a bitch. Tye began to think. He knew that he had to get to the evac, but he was unsure if he wanted to walk right into a situation that was advantageous to The Trust. Despite his foreknowledge of this ambush, Black Team made it a mark of personal pride to ensure that every ambush ended in their favor. Cameron: I am familiar with Black Team. I met them once...not on the best of terms. Tyber: That entire team of ODSTs...they are all morally dead inside. The wrong combination of authority and bat-shit crazy got mixed together. They were the result. Jennifer: So...what do we do? Tyber: Well...the fact of the matter is, these guys are going to chase me down, and they won't stop. They have a real hatred for me. Jennifer: What did you do to them? Tyber: Long story, no time to go into it. Besides...we need to find a way out of this, and rehashing the past won't help me do that. Tye sighed. He started to think. Tyber: Black Team is very good at covering their bases. Black 4, in paticular, has a pathological obsession with explosives. We have to walk in there, and assume that they have rigged the remaining Warthogs with explosive charges. Their methods are very brutual in that sense. Like I said...they cover their bases. Tye paused. Tyber: The safest thing we can do, is find an alternate way out of this base. Anything else...we are taking a massive gamble. Meanwhile: The rocket impacted the front of the cover that Nighthawk and Anaconda were behind. The explosive forced knocked them both back, and destroyed their entire cover. Nighthawk's ears were ringing as a result. He groaned as he pushed himself back up, trying to get back to his feet. By the time both Nighthawk and Anaconda got back to their feet, they saw the four Risk Takers moving in. Nighthawk: These guys seem to know everything about us. They know our tactics, our methods, the way we think. They know exactly how we do things. Nighthawk paused. He looked over at Anaconda. Anaconda looked down, and simply grunted. Nighthawk: If you have a better idea...I am listening... Anaconda grunted again. He then growled. Nighthawk: Well...I am fresh out of ideas...so...we are gonna do it your way. Nighthawk and Anaconda continued to back up, as The Risk Takers closed in.

[Kairu]

Meanwhile a distance away from San Angeles: The Mind's Attrition was in formation with the fleet. The ship was combat ready enough for hit and run as planned, however, it wouldn't last too long in firefight. Anderson and Reynolds were on the bridge at opposite ends of the holotable. Suddenly, the uplink was fed to the fleet where the Mind's Attrition detected it. Reynolds: "Son of a bitch, the uplink is operational. Commander, start searching the battlenet for anything suspicious, specifically, any reports, updates, logs, feeds, anything that points out suspicious characters on the ground. I want a tab on those two ASAP." Anderson looked up, knowing already what he was going to be told. Anderson: "Already on it, Captain." Reynolds: "Also, start recontructing the situation on the surface on the holotable." Anderson: "Aye Sir."

[Naked Crook]

Jennifer: Hold on...before we do that, we have to really think here...would they really have enough explosives to actually rig each and every single Warthog that is available? Tyber: If they came prepared to do it, yes. However...I have never known Black Team NOT to be prepared. Jennifer: I see. Jennifer paused. Jennifer: Do we have another way out of here? Tyber: I have been giving that some thought...and I cannot think of one off hand that would be reliable. Cameron: That means we have no alternative than to face Black Team, head to head. Tyber: Unfortunately. THis is not something that I look forward to anytime it could become a reality. These men are dangerous. Tye sighed. Tyber: Despite that...we have to face these guys sooner or later. It might as well be now. Alright...forget finding a new way out. We are going to go right through Black Team. Cameron nodded. Cameron: Yes sir! Tye raised his weapon. Jacob, Jennifer, and Cameron did the same. Before Tye gave the order to move out, he looked back to Dangerus. Tyber: I have no idea what your motivation was...but I appreciate the heads up. If we kill any member of Black Team...feel free to eat their body...as a reward...or whatever. I don't really care. Tye then gestured his hand forward. Tyber: Alright...move out! Let's do this. Weapons up, shoot to kill! Tye began to walk forward, with the other three in tow. This moment was a long time coming for him. As he got closer and closer to the evac point, he stopped. Tyber: Alright...this is how it will go down. Cameron, you go in first. I will follow in after you. Jennifer, Jacob...I want you two to pick to vehicles, and inspect them as quickly, but as carefully as you can. Look for any explosive device latched onto the car. If I recall correctly, Black 4 typically places explosive devices wither on the rear bumper, or on the front bumper, whichever is more accessible. CHeck those areas first, and then give it a very quick once over. If you find that the car is clear...start up your respective vehicle...and we will simply get the hell out of there. Cameron: Sounds good. Tyber: Jacob...the moment we clear the point where you had your boys rig the tunnel with explosives...detonate them. I don't want them following. Meanwhile: Commander Burke was still on the bridge of The King Raven. He was immediately informed of the fully established uplink to the rest of the Navy. Operations Officer: Sir...we are getting a signal from out ground operations. It seems Harrison's team was successful in setting up their new uplink. Burke: Are we getting anything valuable? Operations Officer: No, but we are able to query the current status of all of our ground forces, to isolate positioning and status. From whhat I can tell, Captain Reynolds is currently doing this, as we speak. He seems to be in the process of updating our visuals and overlay maps. Burke: Excellent. Excellent. Burke paused. Burke: Contact our senior-most officer at UNSC AIrfield Mayweather. I am going to want an update from him. We might as well start gathering up-to-date logistics. Burke looked over at the officer situated at the communications center. Burke: Open a secured channel, fleet wide bandwidth, and address it to the senior-most officer currently station at UNSC Airfield Mayweather. Whoever it is, get them on the horn. I want to know their current situation.

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr saw that with the comms back up, he was receiving a message from Commander Burke. He peered over the airfield quickly to see that the situation was static. His connection with Burke confirmed everything was OK. Zephyr: Commander...

[Naked Crook]

Commander Burke looked at the communication header. Burke was able to identify that the soldier he was speaking to weas Commander Zephyr Bovela. Burke: Commander Bovela. It is good to hear that you are still kickin' down there. If I recall correctly, you were sent down to UNSC Airfield Mayweather to establish our foothold. I can imagine that you have done an excellent job, provided your past military experience. Burke paused. Burke: Commander...as you may, or may not know...UNSC Airfield Mayweather has a very unique status on San Angeles. In case you were not aware...that airbase has a direct connection to White Water's UNSC Regional HQ Bravo, in the form of an underground emergency roadway....something which is typically reserved for high-profile personnel. Warthogs are typically used to transport personnel back and forth as needed. I am curious Commander...but have you seen any survivors, or even any Warthogs, coming to UNSC Airfield Mayweather from this evac tunnel? If you have...it would suggest that survivors are making it out of White Water City...something that can be a boost to morale. Burke paused. Burke: If there are survivors...that would be the best news we have received all day.

[Archerboy106]

Commander Bovela smiled as he watched a family being helped by a few marines enter a medical tent. Zephyr: Yes sir, we've been getting small pockets of survivors all day. He watched as a small boy was given a bottle of clean water to drink. We have set up a secure LZ and have established a safe house for the survivors of San Angeles. As for Covies, we have only seen small amounts of stragglers. He thought about a large scale assault on the fortified safe zone. He winced at the thought of the defenseless survivors being engaged in battle. Any news from up top?

[Naked Crook]

Burke: The Covenant Navy is sitting very quiet. That in itself, is very odd. Typically, we are used to seeing The Covenant swarming the planet in extreme low orbit. However...they have all but avoided their typical tactics. I don't know what it is...but they seem to be playing the game a bit differently this time around. Burke paused. Burke: Despite this...we are currently organizing efforts to take the fight to The Covenant and their Navy once more. We are not done yet, as we still have a few tricks up our sleeves. However, no matter the situation...we are going to do everything we can to buy as much time for you folks down there to save as many people as you can. Hopefully...if the cards are dealt in our favor...we might be able to pull of a few coordinated attacks. Burke paused again. Before he spoke, he sighed. Burke: However...first thing is first...we need to get the civilians out of the way before turn our sights on The Covenant. There are still three massive metropolitian areas on San Angeles that require our attention, and the sooner we get underway moving those people out, the sooner we can send these Covenant bastards back to where ever they came from.