[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Kairu]

Fireteam remained in the phantom, upside-down, on the other side of Carver. When the Venture Capitalist began firing, they all began questioning everything going on. Neither Cadieux or Robertson said a thing, but they hoped whatever it was, was friendly. Robertson continued making his contraption. He decided after the unknown sound of ship fire, that a comm unit would be more helpful than a distress beacon. He had spent many more minutes piecing it together until he got static. Robertson: "I finally got it working." His tone remained unenthusiastic. The odds of survival were beginning to stack up against the group of five and it became apparent to Robertson. He then began radioing on all UNSC channels. Robertson: "This is Sergeant Frazer Robertson of ODST Fireteam Harmony. I have three severely injured soldiers with me and are requesting an evac. If any forces in the area can hear this, we are in the phantom that came crashing through the sky into the city. Again, I repeat." Robertson continued repeating as she was doing her best to prevent Axlon from bleeding out. She didn't have much in the way of anything to keep the bleeding suppressed other than her hands. She also knew Axlon wouldn't survive long without proper medical supplies.

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison nodded. Harrison: Commander, if they are willing to meet with me. I will be on the ground in order to do that. Harrison paused. Harrison: In any case, Commander. Focus on getting the situation down there set up. According to my knowledge, Captain Frost is still down there. Regroup with her and the other senior staff, get me a sitrep. Good luck. Harrison out. With that Harrison cut the line and turned to his bridge crew. Harrison: Someone get me a sitrep on the repairs. VI: Admiral! I am getting a distress signal from Fireteam Harmony. They have crashed inside the city of Carver and are requesting immediate evac. Three severely wounded soldiers. Harrison nodded. Harrison: Get them on the line. VI: Already on, sir. Harrison: Fireteam Harmony, this is Admiral Harrison. I need your coordinates if you want an evac. Meanwhile: Jacob was sitting against the wall, his helmet off his head. He saw Carmicle and Troy were already taking Limos back to the medical area, and trying to get in contact with the medical field HQ to check in on Colby. Jacob looked at Tye. Jacob: Whenever you're ready Commander. Marines are locking down the area, perimeter is securing all across the spaceport and we already have civvies in the air. Plus... Jacob pointed with his free hand at the various pelicans landing in the clearings. Jacob: Harrison sent us an early Christmas gift. Across the cover, Athios was sitting on some sand bags, near him the Cross siblings and Folee were sitting there. Folee: He got what he wanted... Athios looked upwards. Athios: What was that Sergeant? Folee looked up, slightly smiling. Folee: Honor under the sword. Paul scoffed at the statement. Paul: A literal too literal if you ask me. Athios stood uwpards, he wouldn't hear any more of it. Athios: Folee, collect his tags. The rest of us, get back to the spaceport. Rearm, form up, get some grub. The crew nodded and all dispersed, leaving Athios on the sandbags, alone. Meanwhile inside the destroyed city of Carver: Furium had ran quite a distance from the perimeter when he finally decided to stop and turn around. In front of him, he could see the destruction of the city. When he sniffed the air, he smelt burnt rubble, flesh, and just death. Every brute that was in battle with him was surely dead. It was his fault, he had been too distracted by the tiny human and traitorous brute. He looked at the Venture Capitalist hovering above the city. Furium growled heavily. He would have to report the failure to Dangerus himself. He stood straight and immediately contacted Dangerus. Furium: Chieftain...I bear news. Dangerus answered a few seconds later. Dangerus: I hope it is good news, Chieftain Furium. Furium sighed. Dangerus: I already know what that means, return to the ship with any remaining forces. Furium was about to speak about the destruction, but decided against it. He simply agreed. Furium: I will...do that, my Chieftain. Dangerus grunted. Dangerus: Good. With that, the line was cut almost instantly. Furium sighed as heard something crawl behind him. It was a lonely grunt, a survivor of the bombardment running through the rubble. Furium growled as the grunt ran towards him. He lifted the grunt into the air and then snarled, ripping the methane tank off of his back. The grunt began to squeal and die of deprivation of his precious methane. Furium: There are no survivors... Furium growled and turned around, heading to any Covenant position.

[Kairu]

The receiving signal from Admiral Harrison was weak, but it was holding. Robertson: "Admiral, we are not sure where we are. We haven't attempted to opened the phantom's hatch yet." As if by coincidence, the phantom shook. Cadieux and Robertson exchanged quick glaces before looking at the floor of the phantom. The phantom then shifted. Robertson: "Sir, I think we're in a situation. I remember crashing through a building. I would guess we are lodged in one. And from the recent rumbles, we may not be in the safest place. How well does a phantom hold up under debris? Just for general curiosity."

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk and Anaconda had left the roof of the building that they were on. They were on the ground, walking towards the Spaceport. Anaconda: So...I see you had the Mass Driver with you. How did it perform? Nighthawk: Pretty good...it did well. No jams, it hit 100% of its targets...and it only hurt a little bit to fire. Anaconda: So...a success? Nighthawk: You can say that... The duo continued walking back towards the spaceport. Nighthawk looked up, and still saw the Venture Capitalist in ELO. Nighthawk contacted HAWK. Nighthawk: HAWK...return the Venture Capitalist to orbit, and keep your head down. I do not think we will be in need of her services again. HAWK: Right away. Returning to geosynchronized orbit. Nighthawk: Actually...before you take off...I need two things. Now, when I say so, the first thing I will need you to do is return the Vulture back to the Hanger bay. She is low on ordinance. The second thing I will need is a vehicle drop. I need you to drop the car. From here, we will be going on ground. We cannot risk putting the Vulture into unnecessary danger with close to no ammo. As Nighthawk said this, the duo returned to the Vulture that was still docked. Nighthawk returned the Mass Driver back into its storage case. He grabbed his Shotgun, and reloaded his ammo. Anaconda did the same, by resupplying on ammo and supplies. With the duo fully stocked, they stepped off the Vulture. Nighthawk: Alright HAWK...get this bird back to the Venture Capitalist, drop off our Hog, and then return the Venture Capitalist to orbit. Nighthawk and Anaconda watched as the Vulture lifted off. They kept their eyes on it as it flew upwards, back to the Venture Capitalist hanger bay. The moment that the Vulture docked, a vehicle was dropped from the hanger bay. It dropped down, and slammed into the ground not far from Nighthawk and Anaconda. With that, The Venture Capitalist's engines could be heard firing up. The engines let out a large boom as the ship started to lift off-wards, going upwards slowly, getting into an ascent angle, and then taking off. Anaconda: So...we are switching to the Hog? Nighthawk: Yeah. As much as I like to fly...I do like the feel of the road from time to time. Meanwhile: Tyber: Well, I will let you guys get everything locked down. I am gonna go and check on Jennifer, and give her an update. Tye had left the front lines, and had returned to the Spaceport. He had entered the main terminal, and he found Jennifer treating some of the injured. Tyber: Jennifer! Jennifer: Tye...thank God you are alright. Tyber: Yeah...I'm a trooper. I know a thing or two about coming through alright. Living through insurmountable odds is what I was trained to do. Tye paused. Tyber: I am just checking in. How are things here? Jennifer: Not good. We have a lot of wounded people, some of them are...in very rough shape. Most of these people won't be on the front lines of this planet again. Tyber: Well...perhaps they are the lucky ones. Guys like me, who only have a few scrapes and bumps...we have to endure the bullshit out there. Jennifer: I guess we all have it shitty, one way or the other. Tye shrugged. Tyber: Anyway...with Harrison managing to retake control of the space above our heads, he has an escape route for all the people we piled in here. We have shuttles launching and we managed to save a lot of people in Carver. Jennifer: That's good. Tyber: And...Harrison may be coming down here to debrief us and update us on our full tactical situation. Jennifer: Sounds like fun... Tyber: Fun? Not really... Jennifer: Well...I have things under control here. So, when he arrives, just let me know. Meanwhile: Cameron had been walking back to the UNSC Lines. He slowly came into view of everyone. He watched as what was left of the UNSC secured the area, and locked everything down. As he walked, Cameron passed Jacob. However, Cameron stopped, and looked at Jacob. Cameron's armor was beat up, and worn, from being caught in the Venture Capitalist's barrage. Cameron: Jacob...good to see that you are still kicking. Cameron paused. Cameron: I had made my way behind enemy lines...took out several spec op teams...and got caught in a hell of a rain storm from orbit...or from the air. I didn't get a chance to see what hit me. How are things here.

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison sighed, he hung his head. Harrison: Depends on what's on top, kid. Harrison looked at the tactical view of the city of Carver appearing on his holomap. He immediately saw the phantom in question, one of the only one's still slightly intact. Harrison: I see you on my sensors...Stay put. I am sending out a medical team with an escort right away, if you've got flares, light 'em up now. Harrison stood straight as he examined the battlefield. Meanwhile: Jacob had lifted himself up and was checking on some other marines when Cameron came to him. He immediately noticed the armor. Jacob: I can tell, Cam. You're armor looks beat to shit...but I'm glad you got out alive. Jacob paused. Jacob: And I'm glad you took out those teams, if you hadn't we surely would've lost the line before that ship came to save our asses. Jacob sighed as he rubbed his eyes. Jacob: Otherwise, I think we are doing good. Area is being secured by reinforcements and shuttles are launching. Harrison and the fleet has secured the planet...we can finally resume evacuation efforts. Jacob cracked his knuckles and threw his helmet back on. Jacob: I am going to rearm myself and join Commander Vernette at the spaceport if you care to join me. Meanwhile: The status of the Covenant fleet had been in disarray for a good amount of time after fighting. It was only after the Venture Capitalist took out the ground teams, that the Covenant Navy had finally regrouped on the far side of the planet. Dangerus was enraged by the loss of so many ships, with so little damage done to the UNSC. Dangerus: I don't care what needs to be done! Begin the repairs, get the engineers working now! Dangerus had been barking orders at the fleet and his crew since the he arrived on the Avenger. He knew he had to reorganize everything before they would attack again. Dangerus: Someone bring me the human prisoner! Meanwhile: Carmicle and Troy had taken Limos to a medical pelican and loaded him onto it. Carmicle immediately asked one of the medics about the field HQ. Medic: Already evaced, sir. Anyone who was there is safe and en route to the fleet. Carmicle smiled, that meant Colby. He watched as the pelican left. Troy: Just you and me Sarge.. Carmicle nodded. Carmicle: Just me and you...come on. Carmicle turned and headed to the spaceport. On the way there they regrouped with the Cross siblings and Folee. Athios had stayed back to make sure the area was secured, but could be heard running up to them. For the first time in a while, the ODSTs finally had a chance to reorganize themselves and get something to eat in their stomach.

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Kolya had been observing the battle from a distance. He had landed his Pelican at a small docking port that was on the far outskirts, south of Carver, where The Covenant had never breached or attacked. Kolya had witnessed the Venture Capitalist enter ELO and wipe out The Covenant. He kept his eye on the ship, and watched it leave as quickly as it came. Kolya: So...those bastards still have The Venture Capitalist. They even made a few aesthetic changes. Kolya paused. Kolya: I wonder who designed their logos...and I wonder who built ones large enough to mount on the side of a ship? Seriously...who does that? Kolya shrugged, as he contacted The Ulterior Motive. Kolya: Kolya to Ulterior Motive...do you copy? After a moment, Spender answered. Spender: Go ahead Kolya. We read you. Kolya: SIr...Nighthawk and Anaconda are here. They just obliterated a Covenant ground invasion force using The Venture Capitalist. Shit has gone to hell down here. How are things up there? Spender: The UNSC won. Kolya: That's bad. Spender: Very bad. Harrison has managed to derail our plans. Our operation is no longr on track, and we are in serious danger of losing San Angeles to the UNSC. What is worse is that Harrison now has his guns fixed on Yates, as he no doubts suspects Yates, and by extension, Black Team, of being traitors. Black Team's movement will be impaired by this. This will be a mess that will take time to clean up. Kolya: Jacob has no doubt spilled the beans on me, and has no doubt shared the intel he had with every Tom, Dick, and Harry he could find. Spender sighed. Spender: Kolya...we are on the ropes. We need to take immediate action. Kolya: I agree. Spender: I have considered contacting The Apex for backup...but... Spender paused. Spender: They could not be here quick enough, and there is no way we could delay long enough to buy them time. Kolya: Sir...if I may be so bold...I think we need to become more aggressive with our approach. I think we need to start activly helping The Covenant on this one. It is clear that the UNSC is capable of defending San Angeles, and it is clear we underestimated their resolve. We need to step forard on this one, and take action...aggressive action. Spender: I am not used to operating in the light Kolya. I prefer not to. Kolya: I am not suggessting that. What I am suggesting is that we...help The Covenant by providing them with the tactical information necessary to destroy the UNSC Fleet. We both know it is for a greater good. A minor evil can be offset, and negated, by a tremendous good. Spender: I agree. You do not need to convince me, or instruct me on how to adjust my morality. I have been doing it my entire life. Spender paused. Spender: If Nighthawk and Anaconda are helping the UNSC...they are going to use every card in their deck to fight us. I think I am going to redeploy The Risk Takers...with instructions to kill everyone, including Nighthawk and Anaconda. Kolya: I am sure Black Team would also want in on that action. Spender: When they return...or when I make contact with them, I will inform them that we will be broadening our hostilities. Meanwhile: Cameron looked at Jacob, and simply nodded. He waited for Jacob, and was intent on following him. Cameron: Very good sir. Lead the way.

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob nodded and immediately headed towards the spaceport. Following him was Cameron and a few other marines who needed to rearm. As soon as he arrived, Jacob headed over to Commander Vernette and Captain Frost. Jacob: Captain...Commander. I found Cam... Meanwhile: Furium had reached the very outskirts of Carver and had managed to find a working phantom. Immediately he engaged the active camo and headed back to join Dangerus. On the way, he could see the filth's ships heading to reclaim their destroyed city. Furium grunted and hit the throttle. Meanwhile: Harrison knew the teams were heading to Fireteam Harmony's position, but he also knew he had to stay on the line and get on the ground. Harrison: VI, redirect the link to my personal frequency. Get me a pelican and security team prepped for deployment. I think it's time I saw the ground. VI: Done and done, sir. Harrison nodded and turned away. Before the elevator closed, he looked at Murphy. Harrison: LT. You have the bridge.

[Naked Crook]

Tye and Jennifer turned and looked at Jacob and Cameron. Tyber: Cam... Cameron: Sir? Tyber: You have looked better. Cameron: If you say so... Tye laughed. Tyber: Good to see you are still around Cam. Cameron: Likewise sir. Tye looked at Jacob. Tyber: Jacob...Harrison is on his way. We are going to wait here, in the main terminal, for him to arrive. From there, we can give him the full debrief. The one thing, however, is that SOMEONe here is going to have to "ASK" our would-be terrorists to join in on our debrief. They did save our asses back there, and they deserve to be included in the debrief. Jennifer: I can handle that. I have a rapport with them. They saved my life, and I had a long chit-chat with them. Tyber: Alright...Jennifer, go and get Nighthawk and Anaconda. We will wait here for Harrison. Jenifer nodded, as she walk past Cam, Jacob, and Tye, and left the terminal building. When Jennifer had left, Tye looked at Cameron and Jacob. Tyber: How the hell does SHE have a rapport with THEM?

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob shrugged. Jacob: You're asking the wrong soldier, sir. Meanwhile: Harrison had made his way down the elevator and to his own private hangar bay. He walked to the pelican that was sitting in the bay and was greeted by a team of ODSTs. ODST: Strike Team Diamond ready for launch, sir. Harrison smiled, he had his own personally-designed weapon in his holster, but a little backup never hurt. Harrison: Let's get a move on, LT. The ODST nodded and they all filed into the pelican. Moments later, they were off.

[Naked Crook]

Jennifer had walked out of the Terminal, and she headed out towards the runway. She could not see the Vulture anywhere, but she did see Nighthawk and Anaconda by their Warthog. She approached the duo, and folded her arms. Jennifer: I wonder...do you think you could attach BIGGER tires that to truck? Nighthawk turned to face Jennifer. Nighthawk: Yes, actually, I could of. However, if I had gone any bigger, the vehicle would be too big. Jennifer: Rhetorical question. Nighthawk cleared his throat. Jennifer: Look...the reason I am here is because TYe and the others want to know if you want in on the debrief. Admiral Harrison is... Nighthawk stepped forward, and cut Jennifer off. Nighthawk: Yes! Jennifer was taken aback by Nighthawk's prompt response. Jennifer: A little eager? Nighthawk: No...it is necessary! He needs to be warned about The Trust. He has to know! I am the only one who can do it. Jennifer nodded and shrugged. Jennifer: Alright... Jennifer looked at Anaconda. Jennifer: You in big guy? Anaconda grunted. Jennifer felt confused, as she was unsure what his response was. Nighthawk: That was a yes. Jennifer: How can you be so sure? Nighthawk: When you hear it enough...you just know. Tone is everything. Nighthawk paused. He then nodded at Jennifer. Nighthawk: Lead the way.