[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Dark-F137]

The Ultra rose as Xyrho spoke to Vhat, standing with his arms at his sides as he listened to the Shipmaster. "By your command," he confirmed as Xyrho left. "Hmm. I must share this with my Lance," he said to himself, before looking to Vhat. "I shall see you soon." And with that, he headed off to find his charges. The SPARTAN frowned, irritated that his question went unanswered, but he turned and followed nonetheless, sliding around the corner whilestaying on his feet. "Motion tracker's getting nothing. Sir, I think they went ahead to fortify the bridge." Lance Corporal Traiuson meanwhile looked around, aiming his M7 forward as he did. "Sir? SOMEONE manually activated that protocol. We should find them... Anyone with that access could be valuable." He suggested. "Besides, I'm f-ing bored." Jesse chuckled. "For such advanced tech, this shit's fragile. Still, the entire room's gonna be a fireball when I detonate this..." He rambled idly as he set a second block of C12 on a suite. "I wish I had some thermite. I could have taken the door down, easy peasy."

[Hells Sniper]

Ice looked over at Traiuson and frowned. Ice: Don't talk to me about bored, soldier. This is what we have to do so quit your bellyaching. Ice paused and radioed Madison. Ice: Madison, watch our for hostiles. Someone must've triggered the containment shield. Madison heard Ice over the radio and acknowledged him. She watched Axlon work as she rested on the table. Madison: Any idea what could've caused it? Meanwhile: Lyle, William and Emma were about halfway to the medbay. Concurrently: Liam had led the rest of the Risk Takers and Hammer team towards a staircase, quickly they began heading to the lower levels. Liam in the meantime radioed Spender. Liam: Sir, Liam-Z174 reporting. Currently with Hammer Team, heading to intercept Nighthawk and Anaconda. Are you secure, sir?

[Dark-F137]

Jesse frowned. "I don't think this was triggered because one of us contracted Ebola or something." Traiuson nodded. "Yeah, you guys are clean. This thing was triggered by SOMEONE, like I said. He'd have to be close to know that you guys where in there... Should we search around?"

[Kairu]

Axlon continued to work on his probing of the network. He turned to Madison and acknowledged her question. Axlon: "He's not wrong. If this was a mere automatic response, it would've triggered sooner. However, I wouldn't rule it out completely. One of us should use some of these devices to determine if there's an airborne contagion that is in the room. Both for our sake and narrowing down the scope of cause." As Axlon was talking he finally found his backdoor. Although from his initial assessment of the file's location, it was more of a secret door to a tunnel three miles out from his destination through a cellar and likely full of trapdoors. Axlon: "I know time is not a luxury we have, but it's one I need. Would it be possible to have that Nighthawk guy help me somehow? Give me an advantage I don't have? He seems to know these Trust guys well and if there's something I don't know and he does about this, I could use it." Meanwhile Vhat moved into the armory. He was silent and didn't knew he didn't need much. He proceeded to acquire his new armor pieces and put them on. After several minutes he walked out of the armory to Xyrho's hangar bay.

[Naked Crook]

Spender was on the bridge of The Ulterior Motive, when he heard the call from Liam. Spender was very quick to acknowledge. Spender: For the moment I am secure. The command deck is currently locked down, and we are activly routing elevators away from this deck. Everything else has been sealed off, and I have a good number of marines standing between me and any potential intruders. Spender paused. Spender: However, I cannot remain here indefinitely. On my orders, The Consultant, Black Team, and Nova Team are bringing the construct to the planet's surface in order to bring it back to "life"...in so few words. However, I need to be there for it to happen. I have a piece of the puzzle that I could not put in the hands of anyone else, for the simple reason that without the device that I have...nothing will happen. Spender paused. Spender: It is imperative that I eventually get to the planet's surface. Spender paused again. Spender: With that said...I want you to continue to search for Nighthawk and Anaconda. If I am going to have any hope of facilitating Vanguard's return...Nighthawk and Anaconda, as well as the UNSC's finest...need to be put down. We cannot afford any further interference from The UNSC. I can take care of myself. You need to play crowd control. Understood? Meanwhile: ODST Black Team, Nova Team, and The Consultant had reached the end of the corridor that they were walking down. THey stopped in front of a large elevator door. Black 2 approached the elevator door, and pressed the button on the wall in order to summon the elevator. The Consultant: This is a dedicated service lift. It should not take long for this elevator to arrive. Anubis: How long does it usually take to arrive? The Consultant: It is tough to say. It depends where it was last. It could be seconds...or up to a minute. Either way...eyes up, and guns on our six. If ANYONE comes down that hallway, fire at will. Anubis nodded, as he and Nova Team formed a defensive line. ODST Black Team took up defensive positions near the Durance. Black 1: Black 4...the moment that elevator door opens, make sure The Consultant and the Durance get inside. After she is secure, give us the signal to fall back. Black 4: Roger that! Concurrently: Nighthawk and Anaconda continued to move, hot on The Consultant's trail. The corridor that they were moving down turned off to the right in only a few dozen feet. Mounted on the wall was a sign which read PROWLER BAY with an arrow pointing to the right, located under the words. Nighthawk: Prowler bay is not far. Keep moving! Nighthawk picked up the pace, as he moved in front of Anaconda, and pressed his body up against the wall. He slowly peered around the corner, but he was quickly pulled back by Tye, at the exact same moment that the sound of a .50 cal rang out, and whizzed down the corridor, impacting the wall. Tyber: Black 3 is a crack shot. Had I not pulled you back, your head would have come clean off. Do not underestimate his ability to hit a target...or ricochet a bullet. Just as Tye said this, another shot rang out, but this time when the bullet impact the wall, it ricochet off the sign that was mounted off the wall, and whizzed down the previous corridor, passing right between Cameron and Dark. Tyber: He has a shitload of ammo, and he is going to keep shooting until he hits something, and he will hit something! Another shot rang out, and another .50 cal ricochet off the sign that was mounted off the wall, but this time, it impacted Cameron right in the chest, impacting his shields. Cameron immediatly went prone, as he lowered to the ground. Cameron: God damn...that guy is good... Tyber: Good? He is the best Sniper that I have ever seen. I don't know him to miss when he can see you. The fourth shot rang out, as it once again whizzed down down the corridor, impacting Dark right in the chest, as it had hit cameron only seconds ago. Tyber: He won't stop. We need a plan, and fast! Tye looked at Nighthawk. Tyber: Got any ideas? Nighthawk looked at Tye. Nighthawk: Me? Whay are you looking at me? You know Black Team better than I do! Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: With that said...I think I have a plan...part of a plan...about 15% of a plan...but it is a plan no less. Tyber: 15% of a plan is not a plan! Concurrently: As Black 3 fired off his Sniper, holding Nighthawk and the others at bay, Black 1 took the liberty of contacting Liam. Black 1: Liam...this is Black 1. We found NIghthawk and Anaconda. They are on drck 7...section 15. We are holding them at bay - pending the arrival of the service elevator to the Prowler bay. If you are looking for a rematch...you now know where to find them.

[Dark-F137]

The SPARTAN growled as his shields were taken down, dropping to the floor. "Commander... We need to confuse him..." He said. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. "Grenades are too risky... We risk ourselves," he said, aiming his rifle. The next time a shot was fired, he would track it... And return fire.

[Naked Crook]

Tyber: Like I said Spartan, Black 3 is VERY good. Unless you have been holding out on us, and you can match his ability to bank shots off of walls, then attempting to copy his tactics only puts us at risk of friendly fire. Tye paused. Tyber: Their position is far superior to ours. Spartan or not, a hail of gunfire will tear anyone apart in close quarters. A direct approach is out of the question. Tye paused. Tyber: They are heading to the Prowler bay. There are other ways of getting there without going down this corridor. The fact is, it was an error in judgement to think we could engage them head on. I know another way there, and if we hurry, we can confront them as they are arriving. We may even be able to cut them off. Nighthawk then chimed in. Nighthawk: Tye...didn't we send teams to the engineering deck? Tyber: Yes. I sent Fireteam Wolf and Fireteam Ivory to the engineering deck to datamine their mainframe. Nighthawk: Well, we should make an effort to contact Wolf and Ivory. If they are in, or near, the engneering deck, we may be able to get them to cut the power to the Prowler Bay elevator. It will buy us some time. Tyber: Good call. Tye paused. Tyber: Let's fall back. I can show you guys an alternate route to the Prowler Bay. While we are en-route, I can contact Wolf and Ivory and update their mission parameters. Meanwhile: Xyrho was waiting in the hanger bay with Voro. There was not much conversation between Xyrho and Voro as they waited for Urran and Vhat to arrive. The moment that Vhat had found his way to the hanger bay, Xyrho turned and looked at him. Xyrho: Vhat...I am impressed with your prompt arrival. Get aboard The Phantom and get yourself situated while we wait for Urran to arrive. Xyrho looked at Voro. Xyrho: Same goes for you, Voro. Board the Phantom... Voro simply nodded, as he turned and walked towards a waiting Phantom. He leaped upwards, jumping in through the open side hatch, and boarding The Phantom.

[Kairu]

Vhat nodded forward, acknowledging Xyrho's orders silently. He wasn't exactly sure why he was desiring to be silent, but he was. He walked forward, past Voro onto the Phantom.

[Dark-F137]

The Ultra wasn't far behind. Just as Xyrho ordered the two onto the Phantom, he had arrived. "Shipmaster," he acknowledged. The SPARTAN nodded. "Yes sir." He said, slowly backing off before standing, getting as far back as he could. He didn't want to take anymore rounds to the... Anywhere, really. "Perhaps we should shove him out of an airlock," he mused VERY quietly to himself. He obviously disliked Black Team.

[Naked Crook]

Xyrho glared at Urran as the Ultra entered the hanger bay, and stepped forward. Xyrho: Get onto the Phantom. I will explain our mission once we are underway. Xyrho allowed for Urran to pass by. Xyrho gave one final look at the hanger bay, before he himself turned and began to walk toward his Phantom. He felt confident that he had chosen reliable warriors to bring with him. However, he could not escape the idea that he could potentially strengthen his hand with, at least, another reliable warrior. However, at the moment, no viable option presented itself. Meanwhile: On board The Ulterior Motive, Tye led the group he was with through the corridors, backtracking in order to find an alternate route to The Prowler Bay. As he did, he made an attempt to contact Fireteam Wolf and Fireteam Ivory. Tyber: Fireteam Wolf, Fireteam Ivory...do you copy? This is Commander Vernette...priority one...do you copy? Cameron looked at Tye, as he watched the COmmander attempt to make contact. Cameron: Do you think they are still active? Tyber: I hope so...otherwise...this will be all-for-not. Tye sighed, as he tried one more to contact the two fireteams. Tyber: Fireteam Wolf, Fireteam Ivory...do you copy? Priority one...respond immediately!