[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Orcaid123]

Robert: It's crawling with camo suited elites all over the outer rim of the city. I meet two of 'em down the street actually. They're probably spec ops elites, because they were a challlenge. Thought for abit before answering again. Robert: When my squad got decimated, I think I managed to see.. Ehm... Ten grunts or something behind the large elites. There weren't anykind of the large bastards at the place where I got ambushed, but since this is an covenant invasion, I guess there's some of them here as well.

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob laid on the ground, his head was pounding and he could even feel a few glass shards somewhere on his face. He moved his hand to his throat and rubbed it, he could almost feel him still being choked. Jacob: What the fuck do they feed this guy... Jacob moaned, he could feel some glass all around his leg, and his heart was beating rapidly. The pain was excruciating. Jacob moaned, he could feel himself about to black out. He shook his head and put his hands on the ground. He brought his legs upwards and was now on all fours. That's when he heard Ed speak. Ed: Fifty-seven percent completion. Approximate time remaining is four minutes, thirty-nine seconds, sir. Jacob urged himself to get him, he had to force Kolya down long enough for him to grab the data, activate the self-destruct sequence and get out. Jacob knew his pilot was dead, and he knew he only had a small window of opportunity. Jacob pushed himself upwards, he groaned, as he could feel some of the glass cut even deeper into his skin. He turned around, and noticed that Kolya was facing the monitor the download was at. His guard was down and his weapons were scattered. Jacob only had one shot at this. Jacob cracked his neck and looked at Kolya. His back was turned to him, and Jacob immediately dashed forward. Jacob grabbed the combat knife from his chest guard and held it in his hand, ready to strike. Before he could strike however, Kolya had turned and looked at Jacob. Jacob ran forward and crashed into Kolya's stomach, using his free hand to wrap around Kolya's body and using his own weight to force him backwards. Jacob used his other hand, the one with the knife to slam the knife into Kolya's leg, cutting straight through the armor. Jacob looked upwards and saw the time on the monitor. Three minutes, twelve seconds. Jacob used everything he had to push Kolya forcing him into the monitor once again and shoving him through. The glass broke, as Kolya and Jacob both fell, with Kolya taking most of the damage. Jacob stumbled forward as Kolya crashed to the ground. Immediately, the time remaining switched to another monitor. Jacob turned to see Kolya still on the ground, the knife still in his leg. Jacob could see Kolya about to turn and stand. But Jacob ran at Kolya and kicked him right in the side, causing him to flip over onto his back, and causing him to fall even more on the knife. Jacob grinned, he had Kolya down, he turned around. Two minutes, twenty-nine seconds. Jacob turned around again and walked towards Kolya who was a feet away. He grabbed him by the back of the neck with one hand, and by the extra cloth from his clothes with the other hand. He leaned down and spoke to Kolya. Jacob: Knives cut far worse than words, don't they? Jacob grinned and hefted Kolya up, a few feet of the ground. He spun Kolya and tossed him head first into another monitor. Jacob groaned a bit as he tossed Kolya, the glass in his face and his legs cutting deeper. Jacob turned to face the closest monitor. One minute, fifty-four seconds. Jacob then spoke to Ed. Jacob: Ed, as persistent to Article 15F-C5 of the San Angeles WINTER CONTINGENCY Declaration Supplemental Orders, I, acting Agent Sharpmen, ID number S-J-0-2-8-R-0-6, activate the self destruct sequence on a four minute timer. Jacob paused and looked over to Kolya as he continued to speak. Jacob: Override all superseding accounts with lockout code Alpha-Nine-Whiskey-Winter-Seven. Jacob waited, the pause was overwhelming...hopefully the codes would work, the lockout one was older, but as an Acting Agent, he should be able to use it to lockout every single account in the network. Moments later a very robotic Ed spoke. Ed: Access granted. Acting Agent Sharpmen, self destruct sequence activated. Four minutes remaining. All other accounts locked out, system will shut down in two minutes. AI known as Eternal Darkness will now purge it's own system, manual override is now locked down. There was a pause before Jacob heard the male version of Ed speak in a low tone. Ed: Been an honor, Captain. Good luck. Jacob nodded. Jacob: Thank you, Ed. Jacob heard an alarm beep as he watched the hologram of the moon begin to disintegrate. The timer continued to count down.... Nine seconds. Jacob could hear Kolya start to stand and he immediately ran to the storage device. He had almost done it, everything was in place, the final thing being to leave Kolya and watch the fireworks. Once Jacob arrived at the storage device he heard a beep. The monitor then blinked. DOWNLOAD COMPLETE Jacob grinned and grabbed the storage device. Meanwhile: By the time Athios had made it back downstairs, Jaclynn already had the civilians in her warthog. Everyone else was ready to move out. Athios took the driver seat of the closest hog, the one with the turret. Athios: Next target are DeVamos and Pollen, other side of the city. Let's move people! Athios hit the gas, followed by the Cross siblings. Sitting next to Athios was McKinley, he looked at Athios. McKinley: Sarge, what about the family? Athios: DeVamos and Pollen are very close to the evac center. Once we have them, we're heading back and dropping them off. Though, Folee and I are gonna head out and go get Washington. Athios yelled a bit so Folee could hear him. Athios: Hear that Folee? Folee: Yeah, Sarge. We're getting the Washington guy, understood. Athios nodded. He hoped they could do it. Concurrently a few miles away: The fighting was still pretty brutal for Omega Legion. They had killed about four of the twelve brutes that had dropped in on them, and they were cautiously picking off the rest. By now, they had all regrouped to the center of the rooftop, as the brutes closed in on their position. Troy fired off the last few rounds from his assault rifle and immediately switched to his sidearm. Troy: All out of MA5 rounds, anyone got spares!? Colby immediately reached into his pack as he fired a few rounds of his DMR. He grabbed two magazines for the MA5 and tapped them on Troy's helmet. Troy nodded and grabbed the extra ammo, swiftly switching his weapons once again. Carmicle: We can't take much more of this! Carmicle yelled out as he fired a few bursts from his battle rifle, killing one of the closest brutes. Troy: We have to hold the position, sir! Carmicle: This position is ab--- Before Carmicle could speak, a spiker round hit him in the shoulder, sending him backwards a few feet. He groaned as Limos hid behind the cover and turned to help him. Carmicle: I'm fine! Keep...fucking firing! Meanwhile: Dangerus had left the bridge of Xyrho's flagship and headed back to his phantom. He was thinking about the information that was received. Dangerus: Vanguard...something a brute has already faced. Dangerus paused. Dangerus: And something that can destroy everything I have worked for...but then again, what have I worked for so far. If not to prove the brute's dominance. Dangerus grunted as he climbed aboard his phantom, which left the ship shortly after.

[Naked Crook]

Tyber: Alright, they are moving in standard kill packs. We should be able to do this evacuation by the numbers, and get as many people out as we can. The only thing we have to hope for is that we won't have to deal with another one of those Corvette's bombarding the city. Tye paused. He thought for a moment. Tyber: Robert, get into the passenger seat. We are going to go back and find the bastards that took your squad down, and we are going to butcher them in a manner most befitting. Meanwhile: Kolya looked up at Jacob. He saw Jacob grab the datachip. Kolya could still feel the knife in his leg. As Kolya got up, he reached down to his leg, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and pulled it out of hit leg. Kolya was now on his feet, as he saw Jacob reaching for the data chip in the computer. Kolya scoffed as he ran towards Jacob, and body checked Jacob, just as he grabbed the data chip, causing Jacob, and the data chip, to go flying into the air. The datachip itself flew from Jacob's hands, landing on the floor and sliding further into the archive. Jacob, on the other hand, was on the ground, with Kolya standing over him. Kolya still had Jacob's knife in his left hand, Kolya's blood still dripping from the knife. Kolya: You activated this base's auto-destruct contigency, and you follow up with letting Ed decompile himself? Not a very smart move Acting Agent... Kolya stomped his foot down on Jacob's chest, as hard as he could, and pressed down. He could see the countdown timer on the walls. The timer was at 3:30. Kolya: You are very new at this sort of thing. It does not bode well for you.

[Kairu]

Reynolds already come to despise and admire the coy tactics Yates was performing. Reynolds: "Well, I've been tracking three groups of soldiers. The first dropped off my XO and landed on the roof of White Water's HQ. A black vulture that the Covenant seemed to have ignored. After the UNSC uplink was re-established, we managed to catch the vulture 'vanish' from physical sight. A second and third group were reported together. The second was a group of seven SPARTANs that, from reports and chatter suggest, are completely emotionless. I speculate that they are older SPARTAN subjects. The third group is a team of four ODST soldiers in all black armor, similar to the Vulture's color. After the vulture's disappearance, I had a scan performed to identify a stealthed ship using infared to look for colder spots in space, in essence the absence of heat." Reynolds punched a couple buttons and brought up the results of the scan, revealing a ship. Reynolds: "I just want answers. I don't care for being out of the loop, with respect, of course." Meanwhile: Vhat' and his Elites were trapped in the elevator. He turned to his Elites and then looked at the top of the elevator, taking note of the access hatch. Vhat' then spoke in Sangheili, activating the detonation sequence on several of the sabotaged ships, causing six of them to explode in the hangar. The chain reaction detonated several other ships that were within proximity. If the generator's explosion didn't alert the UNSC, then evac ships exploding will. Vhat' then ordered his soldiers to use the hatch and climb the elevator's shaft to an exit

[Orcaid123]

Robert looked at Tyber, before giving a firm nod, placing himself in the passenger seat. Robert: Best thing I've heard all day.

[cubanpete24]

***meanwhile*** Frillman Apartments - Carver A mom and her son slowly step out of one of the apartments. The mom is holding a kitchen knife in one hand, and her infant son's palm in the other. The son was sobbing loudly Mom: Shh! The mom slowly approached the door to the stairwell, she tried opening the door with the adjacent keypad, but the door was jammed. Mom: Ffff.... The mom looked at her son and took a deep breath... she then heard loud footsteps coming her way, followed by a growl of something alien. She gasped, and ran back to her apartment, essentially dragging her son. but the door was closed, and she needed to punch a code on the keypad. The mom let go of her son's hand, and lifted the the cover on the keypad, she punched the code 3-5-7-8-8, but in her rush to get into the apartment, her finger slipped, and pressed 7 again. Which wasn't part of the passcode... She waited 5 seconds for the keypad to reset, but by the time it did, it was too late, her head was jerked backwards, and an elite grasped her arm. Child: MOM! The son ran towards the elite with hands raised in the air. He had no apparent plan really. The elite laughed, and he raised his foot, preparing to kick the child, but suddenly, something caused the elite to lose his focus... an ODST jumped on the elite's back, causing the elite to put his foot down, and let go of the mom's ponytail. The mom wuickly grabbed her son and put distance between them and the elite. Anton: Gotcha! Anton unsheathed his knife, and stabbed the elite in the neck, bringing his shields down, but not killing him. The elite growled, and tried throwing Anton off of his back. The mom kept backing down the hallway, until she walked into someone, another ODST, who had his smg raised. Alexi: Get down...and cover your ears... the mom forced her son to get down, and embraced him, covering his left ear as she did she used her free hand to cover her right ear. Alexi stepped over the family and appraoched the elite, once he was sure he had a clear shot, he emptied the rest of his clip into the elite, with 2 controlled bursts. The elite went down, Anton removed his knife from the limp elite and wiped the blade on his forearm. He sheathed his knife, and walked over to Alexi. They high fived each other, and walked toward the family. The mom looked up at Alexi, she was shivering, along with her son. Alexi helped the mom up, Alexi: This floor...and every floor going up is clear, there's a civilian transport waiting for you... Anton grabbed the child, and lifted him up to his feet, as Alexi was talking to the mom, Anton got down to one knee, and brushed the kid off. Anton: Don't worry little buddy...Everything's okay. We took care of the bad guys... Mom: Th-Th-Thank you so much... Alexi: Go! Anton got up, and watched as the family ran to the second flight of stairs. Alexi put a finger on his earpiece. Alexi on comm: The 7th floor is clear. Moving to 6th. Sergeant on comm: Don't bother, Fry and Borst are on it, make your way back to the transport. Alexi on comm: Understood...Entsky out.

[Archerboy106]

The small squad of ODST marines were not prepared for what they were about to witness. As they entered the room with their fingers pressed ever so gently on the triggers of their weapons, they each marked a target. Suddenly they watched as another battle unfolded. They froze, taking it all in. Just as a jackal's body fell to the floor, the other skirmishers/jackals quickly stepped away from the corpse. All except one. The Skirmisher Champion screeched at the elite wielding a drawn plasma sword. The other 3 elites began systematically killing the other jackals as they cowardly ran to the far side of the living room. As for the champion, he activated his plasma gauntlets, using them with lightening speed to deflect blows from the energy sword. He flipped backwards behind a couch and commanded his subordinates. Skirmisher Champion: Fight you fools! Fleeing will end fatally! The other jackals ignored his warnings, seeking personal safety. Unfortunately none of them survived. They were all shot down in the corner of the room. The champion stood on the torn couch as the 4 elites surrounded him. He snarled, flaring his razor sharp teeth. He began charging a plasma pistol. Elite 1: It seems the pathetic dogs shall be put down at last! They all laughed, and moved in. As they fired, the champion leaped into the air, dodging the bolts of plasma flying past. Releasing his pistol, he brought down the shields of one elite. Just before impact, the elite's shields dropped completely making him vulnerable. The champion landed on the elite, tearing at his throat with its sharp claws. The other elites fired until their weapons overheated. However, their shots either missed or scorched the corpse of their ally that the skirmisher used as cover. Before the elites could react, the skirmisher grabbed a plasma grenade and shoved it into the mouth of one elite kicking him away near the window. The explosion covered the room in glass and blood. He then emptied the clip of his needler rifle into the mouth of the other. That left the elite with the sword, and the injured elite in the corner, frantically watched and yelling. The two charged once more, moving in a flash. The elite was very skilled with a sword and slashed in a fury. However, for the skirmisher's speed and dexterity, blocking blows off of its energy gauntlets was not a problem. Hit Squad Kilo all stood as wide eyed statues. Their mouth open and eyes fixed on the display of sheer skill and speed. Suddenly, the sword flickered, then withdrew. The energy was dying and the elite was terrified. The jackal legitimately laughed at the poor fortune of the elite. Before the elite could draw his second weapon, the champion slashed it's claws, squabbling in its native tongue. He had landed a blow on both of the elites eyes, gouging them out in the process. The elite let out a shuddering scream as it's hands flew to its face. The jackal picked up the withdrawn energy sword. He tapped it with his free hand and snickered once more as the elite cupped its bleeding eyes. The skirmisher then shoved the handle in the elites mouth, severely muffling it's desperate screaming. The skirmisher spoke a single word in its native tongue and activated the last bit of energy in the sword, instantly killing the elite. The skirmisher victoriously stood amongst the bodies for a moment but turned to see HSK. It froze, for it had not noticed the pack of humans on the far side of the room the whole time. Just then, it dropped to the floor and yelped, taking a plasma hit to the leg. The injured elite stared from the corner of the room, plasma rifle to chest, not sure of its next move.

[Naked Crook]

Yates looked at Reynolds with a crooked eye. Yates could tell that Reynolds knew much more than he should. It did not concern Yates that Reynolds knew about Nighthawk and Anaconda. He knew from experience that those two only care more about anonymity than flat out deniability. Yates: You seem to be pretty "in the loop" as far as the more clandestine aspects of military operations go. Yates shrugged. Yates: The first group you are talking about, the whole Black Vulture bit...that would be our "not so good" friends Nighthawk and Anaconda. Yates paused. He stood up from Reynolds chair, and walk to the center of the bridge, over to the holotable. He began to enter in a few commands on the console that was attached to the holotable. After a moment, life sized holographic representations of the two appeared on the holotable. Yates: Typically, we like to keep those two under wraps...but their mantra is to do everything opposite to what ONI wants to do. We try to keep them under wraps, so as to not cause panic and concern...they respond by doing everything in their power to be seen, heard, and otherwise detected when they want to make their presence known. On the flip side, they operate completely unchecked, and apparently, in full knowledge of how ONI works at just about every level. The Vulture they use was a next-generation prototype designed by ONI. The Vulture itself is designed around evading sensors of just about every kind. It is equipped with a heavy-duty form of the same stealth ablative coating that the Prowlers use. It was intended for Stealth assaults against Covenant targets. It moves faster, can take more of a beating, and carries the same armorment that the typical Vulture carries. It was stolen two years ago...shortly after the fall of Paradise Lost. Nighthawk and Anaconda have been using it ever since to carry out stealth attacks against us. Yates paused. Yates: We also know them to be in possession of a ship known as The Venture Capitalist...a Frigate that was designed along the same principles. It was stolen a few months ago, right out of a space dock based in the Sol system. We believe they use this ship as a launch pad to carry out attacks. Our think tank theorizes that they use the Stealth systems to track, and follow, specific vessels to target destinations so they can carry out their operations. As to why they are here, at San Angeles, during a Covenant invasion...we cannot even accurately speculate. The fact is, however, that these...individuals are very dangerous, and they are very knowledgeable about how ONI does thing. They have evaded every single attempt to track them down or identify them. Their understanding of our procedures, even the brand new ones we think up in secret, seem to be totally ineffective. Yates paused. Yates: We have seen first hand what these two can do. We have observed, on a number of occasions, NIghthawk acting as the technical expertise of the two. He seems to be highly adept at circumventing Human and Covenant defensive systems, as well as being able to reverse engineer, and even improve upon, both Human and Covenant technology. Nighthawk is also the mouthpiece of the duo. He does the talking when communication is necessary. Yates sighed. Yates: The Brute on the other hand...seems to be the muscle and the tactician. His size, his posturing, the weapons he uses, and the tactics he employs...he was, no doubt, a leader in The Covenant. We are thinking he was wither an Alpha or a War Chieftain before...leaving his religion. His decision making process confuses us. Either he has a great deal of respect for Nighthawk, or a great hatred for The Covenant. We have no idea what happened to him to put him where he is now. We know very little about him. Yates paused again. Yates: Captain Reynolds...these two are very dangerous, they are unscrupulous, and they are ruthless. They manipulate, they lie, and they withhold vital information from the people they convince to help them. They will often enlist the help of UNSC personnel, despite our warnings, by providing some service to the UNSC to gain a degree of trust and leverage. They might save a UNSC platoon from death at the hands of The Covenant. They might provide vital intel to facilitate a 100% success on an operation against The Covenant. However...in the end...they always turn hostile. We have no idea if they try these same tactics with The Covenant. We have never seen it, but we cannot discount it as being possible. Yates paused once more. Yates: It is because of all of this, that the other two groups you observed come in. ODST Black Team and a team of Spartans known as The Risk Takers. The former is charged with the general routing of theats to internal operations to ONI and the UNSC, while the latter is charged with the direct extermination of Nighthawk and Anaconda. I am not of liberty to disclose information on their activities...but I can tell you this... Yates stepped forward. Yates: They are the good guys. They are here for your protection. They are here to make sure that no element in the UNSC goes rouge, and helps Nighthawk and Anaconda. There are times we have been forced to terminate entire platoons of soldiers because they were indoctrinated by...incorrect philosophies that involved the paragon stature of our elusive duo. Yates paused one more time. He put his hands behind his back. Yates: Are your questions answered? Do you have your answers? Meanwhile: Tyber: The best is yet to come. Have you ever heard the sound something makes when it explodes as a result of being hit by a Guass cannon? Once you hear that, over and over again...everything else just pales in comparison. Tye pressed down on the accelerator, and the Warthog began to move away from the Spaceport, heading back in the direction that Robert had come from. Tyber: We are going to sweep this area...clear out the Covenant, and round up any straggling civilians. With Cameron on the gun, expect the Covenant to be torn down one by one, without a single shot wasted.

[Kairu]

Reynolds took a few moments to let all of the information Yates had revealed to sink in. Afterwards, he took a deep breath and began re-processing the same info. When Yates finished, he looked up at Yates. The questions and tone of those questions seemed to make him think there was more going on. Reynolds: "So then, what's the part you're not telling me? If you have to re-assure me that ONI is a 'good guy'... then there must be a discrepency somewhere. As to who is 'good' and who is 'bad', I look at who hold Humanity's best interests in hand. If this... Nighthawk and Anaconda are a dangerous variable to the UNSC, or ONI, or even Humanity, then why hasn't the UNSC done anything to stop them?"

[Naked Crook]

Yates looked at Reynolds and thought for a moment. Yates: ONI may be clandestine...but we are still the good guys. We have always had the best interest and survival of the human race at heart. Just look at the Spartan II and Spartan III programs...that was our handy work. The Spartan I program; intended to quell the Insurrections in the outer colonies...our handy work. Stategic intel on Covenant fllet movements? You can thank the ONI Prowler corps. Yates paused. Yates: Then we have Nighthawk and Anaconda. Have you ever jeard the old saying that Spartans never die, they are just MIA? We use that to boost moral, to give our men and women in uniform something to believe in. Nighthawk and Anaconda...they take that away. They have been directly responsible for the deaths of roughly a dozen Spartan IIs and Spartan IIIs. They parade the fact they can kill the unkillable. Then we have the other people they have killed. Do you want to see the casualty list? One look at it...and you would be able to identify the bad guys, and you wouldn't give a damn about who the good guys are. Nighthawk and Anaconda have one goal; to interfere with ONI Operations every chance they get. They are here, right now, today, no doubt with every intention to sabotage our efforts to save humanity. Ask yourself, Captain, if these two had our best interests in mind, why are they not giving us precise intel on The Covenant. Why do they not direct us to their homeworld? Why do they hide behind an pair of alias'? Can you trust a man when you cannot even answer a simple question, such as, what is the color of his eyes? On tgat note, would you trust an alian that puts you on the same level that you place a bag of chips?