[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Hells Sniper]

Dangerus continued to look around the here. He took a another sniff, hoping to sort out the live humans from the dead ones. That's when a very fresh scent caught his nose. Something coming from the air ducts was giving a very strong smell. The smell of a human. Dangerus: Tricky things these humans are. Dangerus walked up to one of the vents, underneath was a warthog. Dangerus could tell he was able to reach the vent, but the average human would have trouble. Dangerus smiled, he knew one of the members of Black team was hiding in the ducts. Dangerus let his hammer fall to his side, his left hand still holding it. With his right hand, Dangerus punched the air duct and broke right through the metal cover. He grasped onto whatever was there, and sure enough it was the chest of one of the members of Black Team. With one shove, he brought Black 3 through the airduct and onto the floor beneath him. Dangerus uncloaked and growled, he drew his hammer and slammed it onto the ceiling of the evac center, causing most of the areas were Black Team was to begin to cave in. Meanwhile: Lyle signaled his team to cease fire as they approached the three-way junction. Approaching them was Liam and the others. Liam was the first to arrive and looked at Lyle, Emma, and William. He nodded and then stared down the hallway. Before long, Desmond, Jessica, and Savannah had arrived. Liam: William, give your spare rockets to Jessica. Everyone else, prep your grenades. Desmond: Sir? Liam: Nighthawk and Anaconda just trapped themselves in a small area. Liam grinned and grabbed a grenade from his side, he threw it in the air and then caught it again. Liam: We're about to give them a little gift... Liam began to walk down the hallway, followed by the rest of his team.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk and Anaconda kept moving. They were in a full dash, as every second counter. Anaconda: What do you have in mind? What are you planning? Nighthawk: I will explain when we get there. The duo kept running down the corridor, but they stopped when they reached a door that had the words ENVIRONMENTAL CONTROL written above it. Anaconda was confused as to what possible value this room could be. However, he remained silent, as he followed Nighthawk into this room. The room was rather large. There were computer consoles all over the room. This was the main part of the building that regulated the internal temperature, humidity, and other climate controls for the entire building. Nighthawk: Seal the door behind us. Lock it...but do not weld it shut like we did with the Infirmary. Anaconda pressed a button on a wall mounted control panel. The door closed, and locked. Anaconda: I want you to explain this to me! Nighthawk: SImple my good man. I am going to turn this entire building into a giant Sauna. Anaconda was confused. He had no idea what a Sauna was. Anaconda: What? Nighthawk approached the central computer in the room. He began to type away with his left hand, while his right hand held his Magnum. Nighthawk: A Sauna is a bath house. They are used to experience extreme...and I mean VERY extreme hot climates, with either a humid or dry atmosphere. I am going to turn the entire Sub-Basement into one of these things. Anaconda: Why? Nighthawk: To escape from those Spartans. Think about it, Big Guy...if we run, they will chase us, tired us out, and fight us. If we stop and fight, they will fight us. If you try to use active camo to get away, they will utilize thermal heat imaging to find you, and fight you. Anaconda: What is your point? Nighthawk: The point is...no matter what we do, they will counter it, and meet us head on. We need to take away their ability to counter our every move! Anaconda: And how is turning the ENTIRE Sub-Basement into what sounds like my home world going to help us do that? Nighthawk: I am going to take away their ability to use their thermal heat imaging on their visors. If I crank up the boiler temperatures beyond maximum levels, open every humidifier in this building, and crank the heat up to max. If I am right...the humidity in this building will skyrocket to a point where the thermal imaging will literally be flooded in the red by the humidity in the air. In fact, I am faiily confident that even the shimer of your active camo will be obscured by the refraction of light caused by the massive amounts of humidity and water in the air. Anaconda: I think I know what you are talking about. There are times I can remember looking at distance landscapes on rather humid days, on Doisac. It would always seem like images in the distance were...distorted. Is that what you are trying to recreate? Nighthawk: Yeah, exactly. However...the most important thing will be the rapid increase in temperature which would render their thermal imaging totally useless. It would allow us to simply bolt out of here using active camo. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Now...here is the plan. I am going to wait here. You engage your active camo. The moment they break in here, and see only me...their first reaction will be to engage their thermal imaging. The moment they do, their entire spectrum will be red. They will be unable to distinguish our body heat, from the air around us. That will give us a brief moment to strike. I want you to hit them with everything you have. Get pissed. Get mad. Get really fuckingangry...and just mess these bastards up! After we get the drop on threm, and put their asses on the ground...we bolt. We get the hell out of here. We run, and we don't look back. Anaconda: Good plan. Very good plan. I don't like the running part...but...I can understand why it is being done. We need more intel on these guys before we make our next move. Nighthawk: That...and we need to reload. I am running short on Ammo, and I am sure your Gravity Hammer is running low. Just as Nighthawk said this, the console began to beep. He had just finished what he was doing. Nighthawk could hear the vents and humidifiers in the building turning on, and spinning up. His HUD was already registering a change in local air temperature and in the humidity index. Both of these values were climbing fast. Nighthawk: Alright. It is on now. These bastards are about to find out what happens when you back a brilliant scientist into a corner! Anaconda: I was expecting something totally different...but...I guess it works. Anaconda engaged his active camo, and took up position. He situated himself so he would have optimum positioning to attack. Meanwhile: The rest of Black Team saw Dangerus grab Black 3, and pull him down from the vent. Black Team responded right away, and they all jumped down, and aimed their weapons at Dangerus. Black 1 had re-armed himself with an Assault Rifle, while Black 4 had helped himself to a Shotgun. Black 2 still had his original Shotgun, and he had it aimed at Dangerus as well. Black 1, Black 2, and Black 4 all aimed at Dangerus, ready to fire. Black 1: Alright King Kong...why don't you do youself a really big favor and put Black 3 down. If you do...I promise...there will be a whole...bunch of... Black 1 shook his head. Black 1: Fuck it. I was going to make some racial and stereotypical insult about bananas...but I would rather just put bullets into your carcas and make a carpet out of you...or a bath robe...whatever is easier. Black Team was about to fire. However, Black 1 had the gun shot rright from his hands when the shot of an Automag rang out. Tyber: Not so fast bossman. I do not condone the skinning and exploitation of non-humans... Cameron had Black 4 covered. Jennifer had her M6G magnum pointed at Black 2, but she had to speak up. Jennifer: Tye...you have the head of a wolf mounted on the wall above your desk, you have the head of a deer above your mantel, you even used your military clearance to smuggle the taxidermy remains of an endangered White Feathered Moa onto The King Raven to "decorate the Officer's Lounge". There is only like...700 of those things left on...you know what planet I am talking about. Tyber: Well...to be fair...there are only 699 White Feathered Moa now. Still, that was the best 10 grand I ever spent. We even put a Fedora on its head for laughs. That thing is so bitchin'. Tye paused. He continued to stare at Black 1. Black 1 chimed in. Black 1: Are you done? Can we get this over and done with? Tye thought for a moment, and nodded. Tyber: I would think you would want a few more seconds of life. However...if it's an execution you are looking for, I will be happy to oblige. Tye took aim at Black 1. However, as he did, Black 1, in a very fast, and swift movement, pulled out a throwing knife, evaded out of Tye's sights, and tossed the knife right at Tye, impacting him right in the right arm. The blade went right through Tye's armor, and pierced his skin. Tye groaned in pain, as he stumbled back. This broke the attention of Jennifer, who looked over to Tye. This gave Black 2 the chance to turn his sights on Cameron, and fire.

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr received Harrison's comms. His ears perked beneath his helmet when the names Sharpmen, Vernette and Frost were mentioned. Zephyr: Understood Admiral. I'll have my team gather and we'll bring an extra warthog to scoop them up. He thought about the plan of retaliation. The men here on the base are eager to see some action. Once we have everyone regrouped, we'll be ready to strike. He was already sending a message to HSK while Harrison talked. He stopped for a moment when he asked about the ODST's and Spartans. I haven't seen any Spartans sir. He gathered his gear and strapped his AR to his back. Hit Squad Kilo will be moving out shortly, if thats all, sir. As he double checked his gear, remembering the two marines that stepped into his office before. They should have finished scanning the perimeter. He sent them a comm on a private channel. Marines, report back to base and gear up. Were going on a retrieval mission.

[Orcaid123]

Robert and Roger would be in the armory, then Robert listens to the comm, replying: Robert: Yes, sir. We'll be ready in no time. Where shall we meet in the base? Me and Roger is already in the armory. Puts some clips for his assasult rifle and pistol into pockets by the belt, then he'd continue to put his helmet on his head, then he looks over at Roger, seeing him being ready.

[Hells Sniper]

Liam approached the door, grenade in his hand. Behind him was Desmond and Savannah, both holding grenades. Liam: Jessica, III's...focus on the brute, if he's cloaked, activate thermal... We'll handle Nighthawk. Liam looked behind him and nodded at his Spartans, they nodded back. Liam approached the door and looked at the keypad, he inputted a five-digit clearance code and the door opened. Standing at least fifteen meters in front of him was Nighthawk, holding his shotgun. Liam, Desmond, and Savannah walked into the room approaching Nighthawk. Behind them, Jessica and the III's walked inside. Liam: I wonder where that brute is.... Liam spoke as he primed his grenade and tossed it down range. As soon as he did this Jessica and the III's activated their thermal. They immediately went blind. Lyle: I'm blind! I've got nothing but red here, sir! Liam turned and watched his Spartans look downwards. Jessica: Shut off thermal, shut it off! Liam cursed under his breath. Liam: Desmond, Savannah, prep for the brute! Thermal off. Desmond and Savannah turned and raised their weapons as the rest of their team was incapacitated. Meanwhile: Dangerus growled at Black 3 and tossed him across the room, slamming him into a warthog. Dangerus growled and turned to Black 4, charging at him and slamming his hammer down in front of him, sending Black 4 backwards. Jacob turned to fire on Black 1, but noticed Tye get hit by the throwing knife. Before he could refocus, Black 1 had re-armed himself with an assault rifle and began to fire on Frost. Jacob immediately ran at Frost and brought her down into cover behind a warthog. Jacob: I'd advise to stay down for now, Captain. Jacob turned away and raised his sniper rifle. He saw Tye and Black 1 still in the open. Jacob fired his sniper rifle at Black 1, forcing him to dodge and get into cover. Jacob then turned to Tye and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the cover as well. Meanwhile: Harrison nodded. Harrison: Keep an eye out for me Commander. If anything comes up, let me know. Harrison paused. Harrison: I am done, unless Commander Burke has anything to add.

[Archerboy106]

Zephyr stepped out of the command building and the sun hit his visor. He was accompanied by his team mates, Leapfrog, Brooklyn and Katana. He shook hands with his friend Zachary Woods, aka Leapfrog. Brooklyn walked over and jokingly saluted at him. Brooklyn: Alright big guy, whats the plan? Zephyr cracked a smile under his helmet. Zephyr: Lets get a carrier warthog. Were gonna head into an evac tunnel that connects to HQ Bravo. Hit Squad Kilo walked in unison to the warthog lot. Katana stepped into the driver's seat. Katana: I'll drive. Leapfrog stepped into to the passenger's seat. Leapfrog: Shotgun! He laughed as he pumped his shotgun. Zephyr tapped his helmet. Checking comms... His whole team responded. Alright guys... lets get started. We'll be meeting up with a few more marines, with another carrier warthog. Brooklyn laughed. Zephyr looked at him. We need to play nice... They all got into the warthog and the engine ignited. Zephyr sent a comm to Roger and Robert. Meet us at the evac tunnel entrance, make sure you guys have a carrier warthog; we will be bringing back a few people. Katana hit the gas and they were off.

[Orcaid123]

Robert: Yes, sir. He looks over at Roger, saying: C'mon. Let's take the carrier warthog and meet 'em at the evac tunnel. Roger: Alright, I personally like the gauss warthog, but it'll surpass. Roger grins. Robert and Roger heads to the warthog section of the armory, and takes a carrier type. Then drives towards the evac tunnel, awaiting for Commander Zephyr.

[Erex]

Ace and Sergei were in the EVAC tunnel talking. Sergei: This is Spartan -034 I need weapons. We are currently in the EVAC Tunnel.

[Orcaid123]

Robert sees the spartans, he'd perk a brow, and drives over to them. Pulling out two extra assault rifles off the warthog, and hands them to the spartans, he'd say: Robert: Here you go. I guess you're here to accompany the commander? Roger stands beside Robert, folds his arms across his chest as he eyes Sergei.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk: Go! Hit them now! Nighthawk took cover behind one of the computer work stations. He did, however, prop his shotgun up out of cover, and took very liberal pot shots at Liam, specifically. Anaconda, on the other hand, under the protection of his active camo, moved in. He knew that this entire room had red-shifted to the point where body heat and the heat of the moisture in the air made him totally invisible to the thermal sensors. This is where the entire situation went from desperate, to simply enjoyable. Anaconda approached from the left flank. He held his hammer in hand, as he charged, jumped into the air, and came crashing down, right in between the Risk Takers, scattering them in separate directions, breaking their cohesion. Liam, however, was the only one who didn't go down. Nighthawk took aim at Liam, lining up the iron sights on his shotgun, and fired. The impact of the buckshot caused Liam to stumble back. Nighthawk simply grinned under his helmet, as he fired again. Liam stumbled back again. Nighthwk: Stubborn SOB...simply doesn't know how to fall on the ground and die. Nighthawk fired again. The impact of the buck shot caused Liam to stumble back for a third time. Nighthawk: Give me a break. Nighthawk paused. He then began to shout out an instruction. Nighthawk: Hey...Big Guy...whereever you are...could you PLEASE just knock this fucker down! I have already shot him three times, and he refuses to drop. In less than a moment after Nighthawk said this, Liam was hit from behind, right in his back, with a Gravity Hammer. Liam went sliding across the floor, separated from his weapon. Nighthawk watched as Liam slid across the ground. He knew that Liam, at least for the moment, was not an immediate concern. However, based on what he had observed, the mitigation of threat would not last long, as Liam was expected to recover in very short order. If Nighthawk had to make one admission, is that generally, he was up against opponents that were already is better in many ways. His survival always came from the fact that he never faced down more than one at a time, and with the dedicated attention of his cohort. If anything went wrong, he could always step back and let the bigger, stronger, more aggressive and more durable side of this partnership take the bumps. However...with so many of these Supper Soldiers working in unison, all under the same banner, all with the same objective, and all with seemingly the same training that was custom tailored elimination...Nighthawk found himself question his own life expectancy from moment to moment. Despite this, he had to keep moving. Nighthawk watched as the rest of Liam's Spartans struggled against an enemy they simply could not see. He watched as they got body checked, pushed around, and hit with one of the heaviest weapons he had ever seen. He knew that if there was a time to bug out...it was now. Nighthawk wasted no time in bolting out of cover, running across the room and towards the exit of the Environmental Control room, an exit which led back to the sub-basement corridors. As Nighthawk ran, he took advantage of the weakened states of Liam's Spartans as they tried to get back to there feet. As Nighthawk went by, he would take aim with his shotgun, and shoot them right in the sides. He knew this was do little good, especially when the biofoam injectors would patch them up moments later. Anaconda, on the other hand, took quite an enjoyment out of this situation. Despite his preference for head to head fighting, he took a sort of twisted pleasure in not only the fact that he was invisible, but in the fact that he was free to do whatever he pleased to inflict as much bodily harm as he could. Anaconda found himself not only kicking his enemies when they were down, but relishing in it. As a natural hunter....the prospect of luring prey into a trap, and beating it down, was as mentally stimulating as it got. Nighthawk: Come on...we have to go! Lets move! Thankfully, Nighthawk's HUD pointed the exact location of Anaconda, despite the active camo, and despite the red-shifted thermal sensors. Anaconda: We can finish them! We have them down...we can end this! Nighthawk: Perhaps...but the time we use here finishing these guys off, is time that can be used to escape. We can't forget the fact that we still have other responsibilities, and other objectives. We cannot loose sight of that! Anaconda grunted. He disagreed with the policy of running, but he knew there was a good reason to fall back. Anaconda: Fine...lead the way! Meanwhile: Black 3 and Black 4 both slammed into Warthogs that were beside each other. They both groaned as they made impacts with the vehicles. Black 4 rubbed his chest, as he looked over at Black 3. Black 4: I don't know about you...but I am getting really fucking sick of that Brute. Black 3: I dunno about you...but is it getting hot in here? Black 4: Yeah. The humidex readout on my HUD is blistering. Something must of happened to the Enviromental Controls in the building. This temperature is...terrible. Black 3 and Black 4 booth needed to take a moment to recuperate. Black 1, and Black 2, on the other hand, had take cover behind a Warthog that was on the opposing side of where Jacob, Tye, and Jennifer were, but near where Black 3 and Black 4 were injured. Black 1 was exchanging fire with Cameron, and talking to Black 2 at the same time. Black 1: Evan...we have a problem. One of the Risk Takers told me that Tye activated some kind of virus on the datacenter which totally wiped it clean of information. Black 2: That is bad. Without that intel...we won't be able to direct The Covenant wher we want them to dig. Black 1: We need to restore that data. How can it be done? Black 2: I can signal the techs up on The Ulterior Motive. We can have them file a direct uplink to the data center, and restore the information that we need The Covenant to have. Black 1: Do it. I will cover you. On the other side of the evac point, behind another set of Warthogs that was opposing to Black Team's location, Tye and Jennifer spoke with Jacob. Tyber: God...that knife went right into the damn muscle. I can feel that. Jennifer: Don't touch it. We will remove it when I can get you to some medical supplies. Tye nodded. Jennifer then looked at Jacob. Jennifer: Jacob...where is the rest of your team? Did they evac? Do you see them in here? Where are they?