[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Erex]

Sergai gets on a channel to Tye. Sergai: This is Sergai, we me and a few marines are on the frontlines, we're being overrun where we are at. Your orders? In the background you can hear the explosions and then a scream from soldier being blown apart from a plasma grenade. The explosions got too loud for anyone to be able to hear anything. Sergai grabs a flash bang, and a frag grenade and throws the flash bang at a group of Elites, and then pulls the pin of the frag and throws it under a ghost coming at them, blowing it up, Sergai takes aim and opens fire on the elites. Sergai: Hold the line until we get further orders! Malren: Lets kick their asses marines, Don't let the spartan show us who's better. One of Malrens marines was shot in the gut from a needler rifle, and started to scream from the pain. Ace: Angel get over there and play Nurse with him. Angel: I hate playing "nurse". Angel gets to the marine and starts to pull out the needle. But goes to get biofoam but is out. Angel: I'm out of biofoam! What do I do? Sergai grabs from a pouch, and pulls out a canister of Biofoam out and throws it to angel. She catches it and sprays it on the wound. Marine: aaah... That fucking hurts! Angel: The pain will go away it will kick in.

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Tye and Nighthawk were still in cover, laying down fire on Covenant forces. The Covenant was showing no signs of slowing. In fact, The Covenant were starting to break through the defensive line in the inner atrium. Tye ducked back down behind Cover when he heard Sergai over the comm. Tyber: Spartan...this is Commander Vernette...fall back to the inner atrium. There is no point in isolating yourself in the outer atrium. You run the risk of being blind-sided, or hit from behind. We should consolidate our forces in the inner atrium, while the injured are prepared and loaded up for evac. Fall back to the inner atrium. Nighthawk ducked down and reloaded. Nighthawk looked at Tye barking orders. He didn't say anything. Instead, he simply returned his attention to The Covenant forces bearing down on them. Nighthawk continued to fire his Magnums. He aimed his shots carefully, due to his finite ammo supply. He was taking precise head shots and supporting fire opportunities to maximize enemy casualties. Nighthawk: Commander...I need your eyes up. I need supporting fire on The Covenant! As Nighthawk paused to call for Tye's attention on the enemy, an Elite took this advantage and leaped on top of the large storage containers that Tye and Nighthawk were behind. This Elite was armed with a Plasma Rifle and Plasma Repeater, with one weapon in each hand. He aimed both plasma weapons down at both Nighthawk and Tye, ready to pull the trigger. However, just before The Elite pulled the triggers, a large hammer was driven blade first into The Elite's side, not only slamming the Elite across the room, but also dealing a lethal blow to The Elite n the process. Nighthawk and Tye saw Anaconda standing there, roaring as The Elite flew across the room. Nighthawk: Good man! Anaconda looked at Nighthawk and nodded. Anaconda then turned, and saw about a dozen Elites piling into the inner atrium, forming an offensive line.. Anaconda roared again, letting out a loud battle cry that filled the atrium, and the surrounding corridors. Nighthawk: Give The Brute some cover! Nighthawk stood up, and took aim at the Elites, drawing fire, and laying down suppression. Tye joined Nighthawk, as they both fired off their weapons. Anaconda charged the line, jumped into the air, and slammed his hammer down, scatting most of the Elite in various directions, killing two of the Elites on contact, and wounding the others. Anaconda swung his hammer back and forth between Elites, knocking them around as if they were softballs. Some Elites tried to charge Anaconda with their swords, however, the sheer reach of the hammer, combined with the aggressive strikes and precise control Anaconda had over the hammer, the Elites were unable to get close enough to deal any blows. In very short order, Anaconda had broken down the new offensive line the Elites had created. Anaconda roared again, as a sign of victory. Tyber: God...is he always this loud? Nighthawk: Yeah...he does that a lot. I think he is enjoying himself though...so I usually never call him on it. Meanwhile: Cameron felt several plasma bolts impact his shielding. He quickly reacted, as he turned to face Vhat'. Cameron charged at Vhat, moving right through Vhat's plasma bolts, ignoring impacts, and slammed the butt of his Assault Rifle right into Vhat's face. Although Cameron's shields had been nearly depleted in this move, he managed to put Vhat' right on the ground. Cameron had struck Vhat' with such force, that he had actually separated Vhat' from his Plasma rifle. Cameron placed his foot on Vhat's chest too keep him on the ground. He was going to put his Assault Rifle to Vhat's head, but his attention was captured by several other Elite's moving in. Cameron removed his foot from Vhat's chest, as he was forced to engage the new arrivals. Cameron moved forward a bit, unsure, but confident in the notion that he had, at least, hit Vhat' hard enough to keep him on the ground long enough to deal with the new arrivals. Cameron fired his Assault Rifle at the new arrivals, making every shot count as he distributed his fire among all of the Elites that had just engaged him. Cameron managed to down two of the newer Elites, with two more being forced down into cover.

[Erex]

Sergai: You heard him get your asses moving to the inter atrium now! Malren: Don't leave him. Sergai picks up the injured marine and starts to get the rest of his group into the inner atrium. Sergai: We have arrived Commander.

[Hells Sniper]

The Spartan simply gave a polite nod back. Spartan: Nighthawk and Anaconda... The Spartan paused and let go of the DMR with his right hand, bringing it up to his helmet. He clenched his fists and the other six Spartans ran over to his location, lining up behind him. Spartan: Where are they now? What are they doing, sir? Meanwhile: Harrison nodded to Burke. Harrison: Do so immediately Commander. I want them armored up and ready to move with my other fire teams when I give the signal. Harrison looked at Reynolds. Harrison: You will do the same. Send any troopers you have to be immediately. Harrison returned his attention to the hologram of fleet movement and fleet repair status. Harrison: In the meantime, I will get the rest of the fleet up to par...move us around in a defensive order and get communications going with our men on the ground. Within ten minutes, I will contact you all again and begin our operation. Comms first, reinforcements second. Once we have the men on the ground secure, we'll figure out how we can turn this fight around for us. Harrison looked up. Harrison: If there are no further questions, you are dismissed. Concurrently: Jacob was helping a fellow marine onto one of the warthogs, the marines leg had been burned badly and his armor torn. Jacob hefted him into the passenger seat and gave him a battle rifle. Being the least injured in the vehicle, besides the driver, he had to protect the others. Jacob: Head shots only, son... The marine groaned a bit, shifted in the seat and then nodded as Jacob turned to help others. He had been monitoring the comm chatter on the ground for the last fifteen minutes. He knew the covenant had breached the outer atrium, he knew they were landing on the roof, and now he knew the brutes were now pouring into the area. Jacob sighed, he should be up there, fighting with the others, but he knew he had a job down here, too. Even if it wasn't helping the marines or organizing them, maybe seeing a Captain on the field, still leading with the others, was enough to give the wounded, and the rookies, a morale boost. A few floors above: Troy fired off his assault rifle at any brutes or elites getting too close, keeping them contained and in cover. Next to him, Colby was taking his time, taking out jackals or exposed elites and brutes with head shots. Down to their right and a little bit up the hallway was Carmicle and Limos. Limos was laying down fire with his SMG, trying to push the elites near him out into the hallway and into the cross fire. Carmicle had run dry in his clip and was behind cover reloading. That's when a plasma grenade landed near his feet. Carmicle: Grenade! Carmicle yelled and pushed Limos out of cover and out of the range of the grenade. Carmicle followed him, jumping out of cover, but the plasma blast pushed him a greater distance, slamming his body against the wall. Troy: Soldiers down! Covering fire! Troy, Colby, and the other marines all popped out of cover and fired everything they had to give Limos enough time to move. With every muscle he had, Limos dashed across the floor and grabbed Carmicle by the back of his armor, dragging him back towards the rest of the UNSC forces. Limos dragged as fast as he could, fighting through the constant noise of plasma and bullets flying by his ear. That's when he felt a sharp pain shoot up his leg and he collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw was Troy and Colby running towards him. Then...it all went black.

[Naked Crook]

Kolya: Where are they? What are they doing? They are here, on San Angeles, screwing up out plans! Kolya paused. Kolya: Their exact location is UNSC Regional HQ Bravo in White Water City. They are currently assisting the UNSC, for whatever reason, to repel a Covenant attack on the facility. Kolya paused. Kolya: Like I said...they are screwing our plans up. Kolya sighed in frustration. Kolya: Let me be very clear on something Spartans...you are not there to fight The Covenant, and you are not there to save the UNSC. Your job is not to save civilians, or help the wounded. You are not responsible for any life you take or sacrifice. You are there, for one reason, and only one reason; to kill Nighthawk and Anaconda. I don't care if you have a Marine, or an Elite standing in your way, I don't care if you have to kill everyone in that bulding...killing Nighthawk and Anaconda is your job, first and foremost. Consider yourselves under direct orders to do whatever it is you need to do to accomplish your goal. All losses are deemed acceptable so long as the means result in the death of Nighthawk and Anaconda. There will be no such thing as going too far. Kolya paused. He turned away from the Spartans. Kolya: In other words, to ensure there is aboslutly no confusion...we simply do not care about the body count. All we want is Nighthawk and Anaconda dead. Is this clear? Meanwhile: Burke listened to Harrison's instructions and nodded. Burke: Very good sir. I will have you a compliment of soldiers within 25 minutes. Burke turned and left the Observation Deck, and proceeded to head back to the hanger bay, where he would then return to The King Raven to carry out Harrison's orders.

[Erex]

Malren: Lets go mother fuckers!! Malren fires his DMR using it up as an assault rifle. He killed an elite with a headshot. Sergai: Conserve your ammo First Sergeant, we don't know when we will get an ammo drop. Malren: Fine.

[Kairu]

Reynolds nodded and acknowledged Harrison. Reynolds: "I will have a large portion of my reserves prepped and ready to launch." Reynolds turned and began to walk back to the hangar.

[Hells Sniper]

The Spartan nodded. Spartan: Crystal, sir. We understand the assignment, and we understand what must be done in order to kill the duo. The Spartan paused. Spartan: We'll get it done, sir. Meanwhile: Harrison watched the officers leave the deck. He turned and looked out into space, watching the planet sit there, with a Covenant armada swarming it. Harrison sighed. Harrison: This was not supposed to end this way...the civilian population killed, marines trapped, UNSC installations being soaked up for all the intel they could have. Harrison should his head and returned to the holotable. He had to focus on gathering the marines for the insertion job, and setting up a communications area to keep in contact. Harrison: Harrison to the bridge. Bridge Officer: We read you, sir. Harrison: Have the Sergeant Athios of the Suicide Squad report to me immediately. And prepare a long-range communications device for me. Bridge Officer: Do you want me to brief Sergeant Athios, sir? Harrison: No, no. I will handle it. Just send him to me and prepare the device, attach it to a longsword when it is complete. Bridge Officer: Any particular pilot? Harrison: CPO MacLaren is the best damn pilot we have. Get her on board. Bridge Officer: Yes, sir!

[Naked Crook]

Kolya: Not so fast Spartan. Do you think you, and your team, are just gonna find a means of transportation and just run in there, in the middle of a war zone? I hope not. Kolya paused. Kolya: Like I said...Nighthawk and Anaconda are INSIDE of UNSC Regional HQ Bravo. It would be best to have the element of surprise on your side if you are going to engage them. With that said, I know how to get you into Regional HQ WITHOUT being seen. Kolya paused. Kolya: Approximately 12 miles, or so, from Regional HQ Bravo, there is a UNSC airfield, which is still under "our" control. From that air field, there is an underground access highway, which is essentially there to facilitate evacuations of high ranking personnel inside of Regional HQ Bravo in case of a Covenant attack, which is what is happening now. I want you, and your Spartans, to use this underground access highway to gain access to Regional HQ Bravo. This will ensure that you enter the facility with minimal detection, and you can capitalize on your anonymity. Kolya paused again. Kolya: Those bastards have been using anomitity to their advantage for too long. I think it is time for a little payback no?

[Kairu]

After 10 minutes of absolute mental agony, Reynolds started to feel his ambitions beginning to change. He adamantly refused to believe that Admiral Harrison was acting with the best judgement, but without the support of the other senior officers of the fleet, his opinion was alone, and he dared not speak it. When he returned to the bridge of the Mind's Attrition, he proceeded to the medbay where his CMO and Cochraine were waiting for him. Cochraine was already sitting up and eating, which was quite an improvement given her previous condition. Reynolds: "How are you feeling, Lauren?" Cochraine: "If I could say being hit by a Covenant Assault Carrier is an acceptable and plausible situation, then I would feel like I was. But realistically, I would really like to return to active duty." Reynolds and his CMO looked each other, sharing the same look and empathy. Reynolds: "I doubt that would be a good idea. You still need to undergo physical therapy. Plus, given your current condition, you may not survive a briefing." Reynolds had joked trying to make Cochraine smile, but only make her feel more disappointed and unwanted. Cochraine: "Marcus, I'm fine. I can handle it. I want to be back on the bridge and doing my job. Staying here in this bed is just... boring!" Reynolds shook his head. Reynolds: "I'm sorry, Lauren. I cannot allow you to bypass your Doctor's orders. If you want to know what's going on, here's a brief synopsis: We're losing San Angeles. The Covenant have pushed us back from orbit and at last known intel, they were holding position outside of the Regional HQ Bravo in White River. Right now, the fleet is prepping a communications beacon and ODSTs. We're going to send the beacon out to re-establish communications with our ground forces, if there's any left. While we are doing that, we will be hitting the Brute fleet with our guns and blast ODSTs into their hull, taking the fight to them. That is pretty much what you've missed." Cochraine looked downhearted at Reynolds. Cochraine: "So you're really going to keep me here?" Reynolds sighed. Reynolds: "Yes, Lauren, I am. See you in a few hours." Reynolds walked out and proceeded to the bridge. By the time he arrived Anderson was ready to brief Reynolds. Reynolds: "Give me the word, Lieutenant." Anderson: "ODSTs are prepped and standing by as well as all other stations reporting combat ready." Reynolds: "Good, give the Admiral our green light. If there is nothing else, LT-" Anderson: "Actually Captain, there was one other thing I want to handle with discretion. I've noticed something... peculiar going on about the situation on the surface." Reynolds: "Alright, Anderson, I'll listen to your conspiracy." Anderson began replaying saved time indexes from earlier and began explaining the correlation between all of them and how the mysterious duo was linked to everything. Anderson: "In conclusion Sir, I feel that we should be keeping an eye on them. I think they may have had an involvement with the UNSC's condition on the planet." Reynolds: "Very thorough, Anderson. Package these findings up and encrypt them using Top Level Shipboard permissions, senior staff only. And you are right about one thing." Anderson: "What is that, Sir?" Reynolds: "We need to keep an eye on those two."