[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Naked Crook]

Tye nodded at Jacob. Tyber: Right. Good luck out there. Tye saluted Jacob. Tyber: And let's hope that the other side isn't Saint Peter's Gates. Meanwhile: The King Raven started to move into position, as the Covenant Carrier that they were assigned to, had lost its shield and was now susceptible to attack. Operations Officer: Sir...shields on our designated Carrier have been taken down. Burke: Take us in, full power to engines. ODST Teams...be ready to launch on my mark! Burke looked at the screens that hung on the wall of the King Raven. He watched The King Raven closed in on its optimal launching position. Burke could feel The King Raven shake as it was hit by smaller Plasma projectiles. Helm officer: Sir...we are taking fire. We are sustaining direct hits on our fore and port sides. Burke: maintain course. Burke paused. Burke: Time until optimal launching position? Operations Officer: 15 seconds sir. Burke counted the 15 seconds in his head. There was nothing he wanted more than to launch the pods and pull away. However, he needed to gets those pods launched no matter the cost or the danger. Operations Officer: Sir...we are in position! Burke: Launch all pods...provide cover fire for the pods and keep any smaller Covenant Seraph interceptors off of our ODSTs. Meanwhile: Yates, who was still aboard The Vigorous Inferno, had entered the hager bay. He could see various UNSC personnel on the hanger deck. Yates looked around the hanger deck, and he saw his Pelican in the far corner, just where he had left it. He made a B-Line over to his Pelican. However, just as Yates reached his Pelican, he was stopped by one of the hanger personnel. Hanger Deck Officer: Sir...it is not advised that you be here. We are trying to clear the deck in case we need to launch any support interceptors. I'm going to have to ask you to- Yates frowned, as he clenched his fist, and drove it right into the gut of the Hanger Deck officer. The officer keeled over, and Yates grabbed the officer by the back of the head, and drove his knee into the officer's face. Yates: Don't EVER tell me what to do son. Yates rolled his eyes, as he stepped onto his Pelican. He started the pre-flight sequence, as he readied for his departure.