[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Xyrho's ship had began its approach towards White Water City. It was within bombardment range. The ship dropped its cloak, and began to power its weapons. Weapons Officer: Shipmaster...we are within firing range of the city...shall we begin firing? Xyrho looked at the holotank in front of him. He noticed the evac shuttles. Xyrho: No...do not fire on the city. The weapons officer looked back at Xyrho. He had a look of confusion. Xyrho: Target the transports that are leaving the city. Our first move should be to demoralize the Humans. Nothing will be more demoralizing than watching vessel full of innocent people come crashing to the ground in an inferno. Xyrho paused. Xyrho: Bring all plasma canons online...destroy as many of those evac shuttles as possible... Xyrho stood up. He walked to the front of the bridge, right up to the bridge window. He looked down at White Water. Xyrho: THEN...only then...do we level this city. However...be sure NOT to fire on the designated safe area. We need the human military complex intact if we are going to determin exactly how much the Humans know about this planet. Weapons Officer: Yes, Shipmaster! The Weapons Officer got a weapons lock on each of the evac shuttles He began to fire the Corvette's plasma weapons ast the shuttles. The small, yet devastating, plasma torpedoes were destroying the evac shuttles in single hits. The evac shuttles that were not destroyed on impact, were critically damaged, and came crashing down towards the city, knocking down buildings, and destroying parts of the city in massive explosions and devastating infernos. Xyrho looked down at the destruction. He was unmoved. Xyrho: A fitting end for such a filthy race...

[Kairu]

Vhat' watched as Xyrho's ship wreaked havoc on White River. He then contacted whoever was commanding the ship, as he had no clue. Vhat': "Covenant Cruiser, I need two drop pods on my location for flanking the Humans last stronghold in this city."

[Erex]

Meanwhile Ace and his team were in the midst of the fighting. Ace: Duece dropships! Get 'em! Duece: Roger that, I need cover fire. Angel: I got your six! Duece targets a covenant dropship and fires it with his rocket launcher, while Ace and Angel protected Duece. After it crashed to the ground Duece pulls out his SMG. Duece: Covie drop down! Ace: Good job, now lets get back to killing the covenant. Ace gets on a Marine channel. Ace: This is Ace of Havoc, we are in White Water city, there covenants everywhere, we are holding the line, but it will fail soon if we don't get back up now! Havoc out!

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob was on the roof of the Bentz Hotel, coordinating with the fire teams around White River that were getting hit harder and harder with rumors of brutes. Jacob was in the middle of a conversation with a Lieutenant on the other side of the city. Jacob: LT! What's your status, over!? LT: Getting hit hard from all sides, Cap'n! Trying to retreat back to main HQ! Sound copy? Jacob: Good copy! Continue tactical retreat. Signs of brutes? LT: Every direction! Jacob: Copy! Sharpmen out! Jacob cut the comm line and pressed his hand to his helmet to contact Harrison. He looked up in the sky for a brief moment to get some clarity. However, Jacob was struck hard when he saw the Covenant Corvette over White River. The Corvette was systematically wiping out the evacuation shuttles, either destroying them in one full hit, or damaging them enough for them to come crashing back down to the planet. Jacob was unable to move, the people on the ships were helpless, family members, friends, all lost in a burning inferno that seemed like there would be no end. He could see that other marines were staring at the evacuation shuttles burning up. And all Jacob could do was watch. He couldn't help anyone...in any way. And Jacob hated every second of it. He watched as each evacuation shuttle he fought so hard to save was destroyed in a single, fiery blast. Some others being destroyed on their crash back to San Angeles. Jacob shook his head...even if he managed to gather some troops for rescue operations, the civilians would have been killed by Covenant before they could get there. The civilian population of White River was lost. Eventually, after a few minutes, Jacob shook his head. He immediately contacted Admiral Harrison. Jacob: Admiral! This is Captain Sharpmen! There is a Covenant corvette over White River, evacuation shuttles are down! I repeat, Covenant corvette over White River, evacuation shuttles down! Sound copy!? Ten Minutes Earlier: Harrison was mobilizing the fleet in an attack pattern, hoping to strike the Covenant Armada quickly and with ease. If this plan didn't work to his advantage, San Angeles' defense fleet would be lost, and he would be unable to hold against such a formidable opponent in space. From his head count, Harrison had seventy-eight ships. The Covenant fleet had a mere thirty-seven. However, what the Covenant lost in numbers, they gained in firepower. The UNSC Navy would hardly last five hours in a frontal engagement. Harrison was hoping to provoke the Covenant armada by deploying the Shiva-nuclear war heads and creating a massive EMP field. When the Covenant approached, their targeting systems would be offline for a short time, giving the Navy an advantage for only a minute or two. Harrison hoped that the plan would work. He sat in his command chair, his ship at the front of all others. He was about to speak to the entire fleet when he took a deep breath. Harrison: Ladies and Gentlemen...it has been an honor defending this planet with you all. In the coming moments, we may die, we may survive, but what I do know we WILL do...is punch a hole so far into this Covenant armada that they will cower back to their precious home worlds. Harrison paused. Harrison: San Angeles will not fall without humanity doing what we do! Defending it to the last man! Harrison paused again and stood. He looked at the view screen showing the Covenant armada. Harrison: Set an intercept course for the Covenant armada...in a moment I will activate the nukes and create an EMP field, and hopefully destroy cloaked phantoms in the process. Once you are in operational weapon range, fire your MACs and archer missiles. We will lead this Covenant straight into hell. Harrison turned to his helmsman and nodded, and within a moment the Vigorous Inferno was on it's way towards the Covenant armada, with the fleet following it. Harrison stepped over to the weapons station and looked at the officer. Harrison: Do it... The officer nodded as Harrison turned back around. The nuclear weapons exploded in space, sending a perimeter of fireballs around the Covenant armada. And within a few moments, the Covenant took the "advantage" and approached the UNSC. Harrison grinned. He walked over to the holotable. Harrison: Lock on the main Covenant battle cruiser as soon as we are in range! Archer missile pods fifty through one hundred and the MAC, fire on my--- Harrison was interrupted by a familiar voice. Jacob: Admiral! This is Captain Sharpmen! There is a Covenant corvette over White River, evacuation shuttles are down! I repeat, Covenant corvette over White River, evacuation shuttles down! Sound copy!? Harrison shook his head, he couldn't believe what he just heard. He replied to Jacob. Harrison: Say again Captain? Jacob: Covenant Corvette in White River! Evac shuttles down! They are preparing to fire on the city! Harrison shook his head. Harrison: Copy Captain! Harrison turned to his communications officer. Harrison: Redirect any two ships to White River! I want that Corvette destroyed!

[Erex]

Sergai: You two ready, for this? Sergai bowed his head and prayed something he did only when he felt it needed. Meanwhile: Ace: Lets go, lets find any UNSC forces and help em out. Duece: If only I could shoot a nuke at that corvette. Ace: You and me both. Ace and Havoc attacked several Covenant squads but had to retreat to back till they found Sharpmen and some UNSC Marines. Ace saluted Captain Sharpmen Ace: Captain, Lieutenant Aran, leader of Havoc squad, do you require assistance?

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Jennifer, who was on the bridge of The King Raven, had heard the order from Harrison, ordering that any two ships to deal with the Corvette over White Water. Jennifer: Ops! Signal Admiral Harrison! Inform him that we can break off to engage the Corvette. We can deal with it. Operations Officer: Yes ma'am...signalling Admiral Harrison...awaiting a response. Jennifer: Let's not wait too long. Prep the engines for in-atmosphere operation. Get us ready. Every second counts! As soon as we get confirmation from Harrison, hit those engines are as hard as you can, and get us down there. Meanwhile: Nighthawk looked at the sensor readout on the terminal in front of him. He could see the Covenant Corvette on the sensors. Nighthawk: Uh-oh... Anaconda: What is it? Nighthawk: We have a Covenant Corvette attacking the city. It is currently bombarding the city. This ship is going to destroy the city, slowly but surely, if we don't do something. Anaconda: There is little we can do in this ship. Nighthawk: We could always board the Corvette...raise a little hell... Anaconda: That would not be wise. Like I said...just because we did it with a super carrier, does not mean we can do it here. THere were different factors at work when we boarded the Supercarrier. Besides...with The UNSC above us...they are bound to send a ship to deal with it. Nighthawk: You may be right... Nighthawk paused for a moment. Nighthawk: Then again...The UNSC may have their hands full in orbit. They may be unable to respond. Anaconda: We cannot risk it! If that Corvette is going to go down, it will be done by the military, not by us. We should be focusing on what we came here to do. I can only entertain your desire to help these humans for so long before it becomes tiresome...even reckless. We are here for one purpose...to link up with The UNSC< and find out what they know, and what they have. Risking our necks to offline a ship that could be blasted from obit is NOT my idea of a good idea! Nighthawk sighed. Nighthawk: Fine...fine...you win...we don't touch the Corvette... Nighthawk remained silent for a moment. Nighthawk: I am analying the firing patttern of the Corvette. It seems to be oving in a pretty predictabble firing pattern. It seems to be targeting areas with large amounts of UNSC ground activity. Anaconda: That means landing will be a very bad idea. Nighthawk: At least...landing anywhere near large UNSC positions. Nighthawk paused. He began to think. Nighthawk: All those people down there are going to die if they don't evac...

[Hells Sniper]

Harrison received the confirmation from the King Raven and another UNSC frigate. He liked their odds and sent a confirmation signal back, allowing them to move in against the Covenant corvette. Harrison waited for his operational officer to tell him about the lock on. In the mean time, he turned to his holomap and overlooked the city. The Covenant corvette was systematically destroying large pockets of UNSC positions. The Secondary HQ in White River was already burning, with all hands lost. He had to order a tactical retreat to tertiary areas. He contacted all field commanders. Harrison: This is Admiral Harrison! All units full retreat to Tertiary Operational command, relocate outside the city! I repeat relocate outside the city!

[Erex]

Ace: Duece you heard him move out.

[Naked Crook]

Operations Officer: Ma'am...we have confirmation...Harrison has given us the green light to engage. We are to engage the Covenant COrvette with the UNSC Frigate "Hermiod" Jennifer: That is all we need. Alright...prepare to alter course. Bring all weapons online, and prepare to engage the enemy in ELO. Jennifer sat down in the command seat. She looked at the read-out next to her chair, and saw that all stations were reporting ready. Meanwhile: Nighthawk was listening to the UNSC comm chatter. What caught his attention was Harrison's last order. Nighthawk: Shit...Harrison is ordering an evac of the city. He is ordering all UNSC personnel to bug out. Anaconda: Well...that's good. Nighthawk: No...that's bad... Anaconda: Why bad? Nighthawk: Well...because...it means we lost. It means we are falling back. Not a good way to start. Anaconda: Live to fight another day. Besides...if the humans do not run...they will die as a result of bombardment. They will die...having never seen the faces of their killers. Nighthawk: It makes retreat sound so good...doesn't it? Nighthawk sighed. He looked at his sensor read out again, and he saw dozens of Phantoms moving up on the city. One by one, they began to declaok and drop Covenant soldiers into the streets. The Covenant was spread very far, with several Phantoms landing together in different spots in the same general area of the city. Nighthawk: The Covenant are dropping more soldiers...they are overrunning the city...but...something isn't right. Why would they bombard AND put soldiers on the ground. Doesn't that seem...odd? Anaconda: Not to me, it does not. That Corvette is here to destroy everything but one small portion of this city. I have been looking at the firing pattern of that Corvette...they seem to be intentionally NOT hitting one single spot of this city...yet, they are destroying everything else with great accuracy. Coincidentally...The Covenant is landing at the one spot they are NOT hitting. I take it back...this was never good...this WAS bad... Nighthawk thought for a moment. Nighthawk: Where are The Covenant landing? Where is the one spot they are not bombarding? Anaconda: According to this readout...UNSC Regional HQ Bravo... Nighthawk: They are going to overrun Regional HQ. They are going to data mine it. They are forcing the UNSC to fall back...and they are going to data mine Regional HQ, with no resistance. Those tricky bastards... Meanwhile: Xyrho was on the bridge of his Corvette. He watched the holotank as his Corvette continued the bombardment. He turned to face his communications officer, when he heard his name called. Communications Elite: Shipmaster Xyrho...I have managed to isloate the human communications. It seems that a large portion of communication between the human fleet and ground resistance seems to be centered around...this location. A red marker appeared on the holomap. The marker indicated the location of Bentz Hotel. Xyrho: Silence that location. Prepare to re-evaluate the targeting sensors. Destroy the source of this communication. Bombard the entire area until the ground below it begins to melt. Kill turn that area into a crater! The plasma cannons on the Corvette began to shift their targeting towards the Bentz Hotel and the large surrounding area. Xyrho: Fire at will...

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob could see what was coming. He had already ordered a majority of the force to fall back to an area outside of the city, but most of the officers and a lot of soldiers were still entrenched inside the Bentz. Jacob had one choice...he knew they would not be able to make it outside the city at this rate. He had to order all of the soldiers to move to the Regional HQ closest to them, and defend themselves to the last man. It was either die in a blaze of orbital bombardment...or die killing as many Covenant bastards as you could. Jacob chose the latter, and in doing so, chose the fate of all the soldiers around him. Jacob: All forces near the Bentz Hotel, retreat to Regional HQ Bravo! There is no way we'll survive out in the open like this! I repeat, move through the city, rendezvous at the Regional HQ Bravo! Jacob looked around, the Corvette was almost in prime firing position and he knew a good amount of soldiers were about to die. Jacob watched, officers were packing up gear, and soldiers were leaving the area. Jacob: Drop the gear men! Move your asses to the HQ! Weapons, that's all I want to see you carrying! With the final order, the officers on the roof of the Bentz dropped the tactical equipment and ran towards the exits. Jacob was right behind them. After a few minutes, he and a few other squadrons were running towards the location of elite drop pods. They were pinned down and the Corvette was about to fire. Jacob watched as the squadrons of marines hid behind cover, staying closer to the Bentz and near the bombardment. He knew that if they stayed, they'd all be killed. But if he could get them to push, he could save a few of them. Jacob: Mother of fuck! All forces, push forward, do not stop moving! Jacob knew no one would move without someone starting it. Jacob jumped over his cover and began to spray his assault rifle at the elites, charging against their line. A hail of plasma fire hit his location, but Jacob just kept running. Eventually, he heard more gun fire and behind him the entire line from the Bentz Hotel was charging the elites, running into the city and trying to make it to the Regional HQ two clicks from their location.