[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Dark-F137]

Jesse coughed the word "bullshit" out as he passed Nighthawk, Dark walking past him. He was heading toward a group of wounded marines, his weapon on his back Traiuson had taken Robertson's can of Biofoam, tossing it back and forth between his hands, his M7 on his back. "Watch him for me. I have more guys to treat." He said, pulling his balaclava up his his free hand, covering all but his eyes as he jogged over to the wounded marines himself, stopping Dark. "Hold on. Let me treat them first. You got any? I'm gonna need it." He said as he pulled the nozzle into the ready position. Dark shook his head. "I will see what I can do after you are done. Proceed." He said.

[Hells Sniper]

Liam nodded as he looked at Thor. He simply stared at him for a few moments. Liam: Our biggest threat is the cyclops...if we can take that out first, we can kill the rest with ease. Meanwhile: Ice nodded at Cameron and Tye as he turned around to round up the rest of Diamond team. He was about to round them all up when he heard Nighthawk. Snyder looked at Ice, who simply nodded. Snyder: I can give him a boost to jolt him awake, but... Snyder shrugged as she reached into her bag and grabbed a syringe and a vial of a clear liquid. Snyder: You might only have a few minutes. I sealed the wounds enough for the bleeding to stop, but if you want to, uhm, "talk" to him more. He needs more blood. Without hesitating, Snyder drew the liquid into the syringe and then looked at Jacob. She removed Jacob's helmet and for the first time in a long time, everyone saw Jacob's face. It was visually tired, there was scarring, dirt, and just rough edges everywhere. Snyder dismissed it as she moved part of the armor near Jacob's neck and stuck the syringe in. She inserted the liquid and then removed the syringe, tossing it into another container in her bag. Snyder backed up and looked at Nighthawk. Snyder: Should be up in about thirty seconds. Ice then spoke up. Ice: Alright, Diamond. Load up the wounded, Suicide Squad should still be around somewhere, they're evacuating. Let's go! The entirety of Diamond squad moved away from Nighthawk, Anaconda, and Jacob and walked back towards the rest of the UNSC. Slowly, they began to help anyone they could. Jacob, on the other hand, slowly began to awaken as he blinked his eyes several times. Jacob groaned a bit as he came about, rubbing his eyes he looked around. Eventually it all came clear to him as he looked at Anaconda and then scanned his eyes back at Nighthawk. Jacob looked at Nighthawk and took a deep breath. He sighed loudly as he moved himself against the wall, letting his back lean against it. He looked up at Nighthawk and simply waited for him to speak.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk looked down at Jacob, as he shook his head. Nighthawk scoffed, and let out an exasperated sigh, but he could not find any words. However, after a few moments, he was finally able to speak. Nighthawk: I cannot even find the words to voice my displeasure with you. Nighthawk's hand was squeezing the grip of his Magnum, as he let the weapon hang at his side. Nighthawk: You hate me. I get that. However, you turn on your friends, you kill the people you served with, and you revel in it...only to turn on your new friends, and kill them. Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: You have no idea how badly I want to kill you...but...I need to understand what the hell this was all for? What were you trying to do? What did they offer you? What were you after? What was your plan!? Nighthawk shrugged, and shook his head. Nighthawk: I don't even know why I am asking. It will not change anything. I thought long and hard about this...and I am settled on a course of action. I swore to myself that I would do this... Nighthawk raised his Magnum as he pointed it at Jacob's head. Nighthawk: I so badly want to pull the trigger. Hell, I came over here...so excited...so full of a twisted dark humor...enjoying the prospect of just beating the living shit out of you, making you pay for EVERY soldier that you killed. But...it is not enough. What you did was so outrageous and heinous that...there should be no limit to your torment. Nothing would please me more than to see you tell every spouse and child that you are the singular reason that their loved one will never see them again. What would they say? What would they ask? Nighthawk was furious. His body language was screaming outrage and disgust. Nighthawk: Why did you do it? What did you do it for? What gave you the right to kill those good men and women...those HONEST men and women? What did they promise you? What did they give you? What was your prize for murdering your fellow soldiers!? Nighthawk became impatient, as he slammed his foot right into Jacob's chest! He pressed his boot against Jacob's chest, as he leaned forward, pressing all of his weight into Jacob. Nighthawk: ANSWER ME!

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob coughed a bit as Nighthawk slammed his foot down on top of his chest. He thought long and hard about what Nighthawk had said and he had know idea what to say or do. You have nothing to lose...not anymore, Jacob. Just tell him. Just give him everything he needs to know and die. Jacob brought his head up as he looked at Nighthawk. Just die. Jacob took a deep breath as he used what little strength he had left to push Nighthawk's foot off of his chest. He didn't say a word as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a PDA. Jacob held the PDA in his hand for a few seconds before placing it on the ground in front of him. Jacob: I didn't expect any less from you and I don't expect anything more. Jacob paused as he took a deep breath, he could feel the barrel a few inches away from his head. Jacob: I killed those men and women...I killed those innocent people for a chance. One chance to get inside the Trust...one chance to find out what they were doing, for ONE chance to see if I could stop any of it from the inside. I couldn't and I killed those people for information...nothing more than that. Jacob paused as he looked at Nighthawk, glaring at him. He was going to get everything out on the table. Jacob: Everything you want to know about this ship is on there, as much information as I could get is on that PDA. Jacob shook his head. Jacob: But Vanguard isn't on there. Vanguard is on this ship, being evacuated. It is on the observation deck currently being moved by who knows so you two can't get to it. I don't know whose taking it, but I know it's going to some place called The Forge. Somewhere it can rebuild itself so it can kill every being in it's path. Jacob shook his head again as he pressed his head into the barrel of the gun. Jacob: But you already know that probably...you, the infamous Nighthawk whose killed dozen of good men and women to get to where you are. Like hell I am going to sit here and take this from the likes of you. Don't talk to me about being a traitor, do NOT talk to be about killing innocent people How many have you killed!? and do NOT patronize me about honestly and loyalty You destroy those values every time you wear that mask! and things you constantly destroy every day you wear that goddamned mask. I see their faces every time I close my eyes, I see them everywhere I go. I betrayed my values, I betrayed my friends to try and save everyone I have ever come in contact with me. I killed to try and save others. Jacob paused once again as his eyes scanned the area, eventually locking gaze with Nighthawk once again. Just shoot me. Do not talk to me as if you are better than me because you are not. Jacob paused as he pressed his head harder into the gun. Jacob: Just KILL me. Just fucking kill me.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk took the PDA from Jacob, as he continued to listen to his justifications. The moment when Jacob as to die, is when Nighthawk simply started to laugh. Nighthawk: That is what you want. You want to die. Nighthawk pressed the barrel against Jacob's head, as he stared down at him. Anaconda: Nighthawk...I should point out that this Human did help me escape from captivity. Nighthawk: Good for him. It does not change what he did. Nighthawk looked at Anaconda. Nighthawk: Don't get me wrong...I am glad he helped you, and I am glad that you are alright. However, just because this rabid dog saves my best friend, doesn't mean he gets a free pass. Nighthawk turned back to Jacob. Nighthawk: Then again...I do kill a LOT of people. I am not a nice guy. Perhaps...I should try to be a better person...to avoid killing where I have no authority to do so. Nighthawk laughed. Nighthawk: Perhaps I will start now. Perhaps...I will turn you over to ONI, and let them deal with you. Worst case scenario...you will be incarcerated in a small 8 by 10 cell, with no windows, no entertainment, in some top secret prison in the middle of nowhere...in isolation for the rest of your life...forced to live with what you have done. Nighthawk lowered his weapon as he backed off. Nighthawk: I think I want you to suffer for the rest of your life. I want your suffering to be internal...silent...without a voice. You deserve to sit alone, in isolation, drowing in a cesspool of your own sins. Your only purpose in life...will be to remember what you did, here, today...and simply SUFFER as a result. Nighthawk began to chuckle. Nighthawk: I will be sure to visit your wife, Abigail, to tell her that...you are just...dead. Nighthawk knelt down as he placed his hand on Jacob's shoulder. Nighthawk: And I will be sure to tell your sweet little kids that "daddy died...doing what he loved...betraying people and killing his friends." Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: Goodbye Jacob. I will not miss you. Nighthawk then stood up, as he adjusted his wrist guards. Nighthawk: Now...if you will excuse me...I have to go and stop The Trust.

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob grew angrier with every passing second, every word that came out of Nighthawk's mouth infuriated him. And the moment Nighthawk mentioned his family is when Jacob lost it. Jacob: Years of working by your goddamn side. Jacob began to pick himself up, trying to push past the pain. Jacob: Years of watching you kill anyone who got in your way...with the UNSC..with ONI letting it fucking slide! With everyone watching you work with an oversized ape! Oh fuck. Jacob stood upwards against the wall as he began to step forward, catching both Nighthawk and Anaconda's attention with his last comment. Jacob: I didn't do it so you could talk to me like some goddamn child. I didn't do it so you could fucking go after my family. I didn't do it so you could fuck with me. Jacob paused, he clenched his fist. Every part of him wanted to attack Nighthawk. Every part of him wanted to try and kill Nighthawk. Instead Jacob simply chuckled. Jacob: You won't stop the Trust. You won't be able to, because no matter how hard you try, Nighthawk, no matter how hard you do anything. You end up killing a whole lot of innocent people in the process...and you end up failing. You know it, Anaconda knows it, I know it. You are nothing without him...or without the UNSC. Jacob looked around the area and saw dozens of UNSC marines being carried away on stretchers. Part of it was his fault, but part of it was Nighthawk's. He convinced them to assault the ship, he convinced them to put up their lives. Jacob started to walk by Nighthawk. Jacob: I'll see you in hell. Jacob kept walking away as he headed towards Cameron, unarmed and wounded, he raised his hands. He stared at Cameron for a few moments. Jacob: Alright Cameron...Nighthawk won't kill me, the one person who could won't do it...Tye is nowhere to be seen so it's now in your hands. Jacob put his hands out, acting like he was about to be cuffed. Jacob: Take me into custody. And as pursuant to Article RO-581, rogue ONI operatives go straight to the ONI CO on capture.

[Naked Crook]

Cameron simply looked at Jacob for a moment, before he spoke. Cameron: Well, you are right about that. Cameron paused. Cameron: Someone else is going to have to take you back, however. I cannot leave. I have a job to finish here. Turn yourself over to suicide squad...and they can take you back to The King Raven. Cameron paused. Cameron: Understood? As Cameron spoke to Jacob, Nighthawk and Anaconda simply glared at Jacob. Anaconda was furious, as he did not appreciate the slang terminology, despite the fact that he had shown relatively little hostility to Jacob in the first place. Anaconda simply growled, as he turned and walked away. Nighthawk turned, as he watched Anaconda storm off.

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob nodded as he heard Anaconda growl and walk off. He looked at Cameron and stared for a few moments. Jacob: For what it's worth Cam...I'm sorry. Jacob lowered his head as he turned and walked towards the hangar bay. Jacob hung his head as he walked past the dozens of dead marines and wounded ones, passing by Diamond and Harmony team before seeing the pelican with all the wounded in it. Jacob placed his hands in his head as he approached the pelican. Slowly, but surely, the entire team of Suicide Squad raised their weapons at Jacob. Jacob: Hey! Uhh, don't shoot! I'm turning myself in. Athios walked out of the pelican, his weapon raised at Jacob. Jacob simply stood there, weary, wounded and about to collapse from exhaustion. Jacob: You have to take me to Captain Frost...ONI's orders. Athios looked at Jacob and then nodded, allowing him to walk in front of him and onto the pelican. Jacob looked around and saw all the wounded, slowly he started to feel his wounds again and as he sat down his eyes blurred once more. Athios: Don't die. Jacob nodded as Athios locked him into the seat. Slowly, he started to lose his vision. Athios on the other hand turned around and helped another wounded marine into the pelican. Lying on the ground near the cockpit was Paul, with Jaclyn sitting next to him and the wounded Miles near him. Carmicle and Folee had been busy prepping wounded to fly. Athios: Carmicle, how we looking!? Carmicle sent a thumbs up in the air as both he and Folee jumped on the pelican, loading the last wounded into theirs. Carmicle: Good to go, Sarge. Athios nodded as he walked into the cockpit and pressed his finger to the side of his helmet. Athios: All teams, this is Suicide Squad. Evacing immediate wounded and holding custody of Jacob Sharpmen. We are en route to the King Raven.

[Dark-F137]

The SPARTAN passed by, carrying a marine easily. Traiuson and Jesse followed, carrying Robertson and Arman respectively. "Dammit, boss lady..." Jesse said as they helped to load the wounded onto a Pelican, then looked over to Robertson. "I'll blast someone into next week for ya." He said. Traiuson had treated them with biofoam, sealing most of them up and bandaging the rest. They were okay until they got back to the King Raven. Traiuson rolled his eyes, drawing his M7 once more as he looked over to Cameron. "CPO Cameron, sir. Lance Corporal Traiuson, field medic." He saluted. "My Squad Leader's on that Pelican... So I'm awaiting orders." It was true; most if not all the wounded were already being loaded up.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk watched as Suicide Squad loaded Jacob up into one of the Pelicans. He shook his head as he walked towards Anaconda. Nighthawk nudged Anaconda to get his attention. Nighthawk: Hey buddy...you alright? Anaconda: Yeah. I just...irrittated. I give that Human my word to vouch for him, to try and convince you and the others not to kill him...but then he goes on ahead and refers to me as "ape". Anaconda shrugged. Anaconda: It is more annoying than insulting at this point...like a weak jab in the nuts. Nighthawk: I...think I understand. Nighthawk paused, as he looked at the Hammer that Anaconda was carrying. Nighthawk: What's the deal with the rustic looking hammer? Anaconda: I am not sure. From what I could figure out...it was built for me...by The Trust...by people who call themselves "Division 7". Nighthawk: What? Why? Why would The Trust do that? Anaconda: I am not exactly sure. However...there is someone in The Trust who seems to have some sort of interest in me. She is referred to as The Consultant. She also said her name was Madalyn...but I knew her best as The Consultant. Nighthawk: Who is The COnsultant? Anaconda: I am not sure...but I think she is in charge of Division 7. She seems to have a real deference for me. Nighthawk: How so? Anaconda: Well...it is somewhat...interesting... Anaconda paused. Anaconda: She believes I am special...or unique. She also got a bit... Anaconda grinned., and he began to laugh. Nighthawk: What's so funny? Anaconda: She got physical. She got confident. She...tried to get a little too fresh. Nighthawk: No... Anaconda: Yeah! Personally...it was...uncomfortable. Human's are not my first pick when I want to be touched. Nighthawk: Well, obviously. Anaconda: Regardless...she got a little too comfortable with me. She stared leaking information. She told me quite a bit about The Risk Takers. She gave me some rather interesting tips on how to fight them. Nighthawk: Oh? Well...that certainly makes it all worth it. Anaconda: No in my opinion. Nighthawk laughed, as he nudged Anaconda. Nighthawk: Common...enjoy the little things in life big guy. Anaconda: I would rather not have to endure a shoulder massage from a deranged Human with an obsession. Nighthawk laughed again. Nighthawk: Are you sure you were being held prisoner here? I NEVER get shoulder massages when I am in the brig, you know. Anaconda: To her, I was no prisoner. To her...I was a potential recruit. She wanted me to join Division 7. Nighthawk: Recruit you? Anaconda: Like I said...she believes I am special and unique. I can explain more later. For now, we should stay focused. Concurrently: Cameron looked at Lance Corporal Traiuson, as he shook his head. Cameron: MCPO...not CPO. Cameron paused. Cameron: We are going to advnace forward, and stop The Trust from doing anything further on San Angeles. Wait for the Commander's orders.