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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/6/08 6:00pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	OOC: Bump -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/7/08 4:52pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	Ssgt. Miles Bowden, New Orleans A flutter of weird, pink darts followed the last of his men as he stumbled around the corner, full tilt. He charged down the street and the pink objects followed him almost non-chalantly. He might have made it-- some of the darts had already flamed out-- but he caught his ankle in the windowframe of a car door and went down. He found his feet just as the pink dart slid into his throat. He flailed about until the projectile burst, then he collapsed and lay still, quietly pumping blood into the street. Bowden bit his lip to keep from crying out. That man was the last one of a group sent out to make hostile contact with the aliens and draw them down this street. The rest of the section had made it and were taking cover in the various buildings and behind piles of rubble. Bowden tensed, angry at the loss of a Comrade, and hoping that such a sacrifice was not in vain. Then they appeared. A clot of small aliens emerged from around the corner they seemed to be loping along on four legs. They wore an environmental suit and carried small weapons. One of which seemed to have the same pink crystals that had taken out the soldier. The little guys were followed then by several equally small but more vicious-loking aliens. These had savage bird-like features, but a row of sharp teeth protruding over the lips. Bowden looked through his binoculars, and could see that the eyes on the bird-creatures had no pupils. If alien body language was anything like human body language, these aliens seemed more businesslike than their counterparts. They also carried small hand-held weapons, and had a pale translucent "shield" strapped to one wrist. They reminded him vaguely of a species called the Skeksis in an all-puppet fantasy movie he'd watched as a kid. One of the bird-dinosaurs called a halt with a hand and lifted its snout. It sniffed and tasted the air. Then it signalled behind it. Ahead, some of the aliens began to work their way down the street. One of the part-time quadrupeds waddled over to the corpse of the human soldier and began to pick through its pockets. Then another group of aliens appeared. Three of them. These were the most fearsome yet. Unlike their brethren, these were tall and dangerous-looking. at least 8 feet tall. Wiry, but powerful-looking. Battle armor. Blue or purple flesh where visible. They carried heavier rifle-like weapons. Their heads swiveled back and forth, looking for trouble. The group of extra-terrestrials advanced, with the little ones up front, and the taller ones in echelon in the rear. The ones wearing the environmental suits passed the first set of explosives. Bowden looked over at Hernandez, who anxiously awaited the word. Bowden shook his head. Not yet. The aliens moved further into the trap. A trickle of sweat flowed down the side of Bowden's face. he wiped it away anxiously. His scalp was raw and itching, and he was scared to death. But he knew that he couldn't give in to it without getting all his men killed without meaning. Finally the leading aliens were within ten meters, and the entire group was well within the fire sack. Bowden gave the signal. Hernandez squeezed the clacker three times. The world blew up. The blocks of compound-b laced with tenpenny nails burst, throwing dust, debris, and deadly improvised shrapnel everywhere. An instant later, the shockwave hit the humans, thumping them in the chest and the gut, like standing next to the Amplifier at a Motorhead concert. A few sullen bolts of plasma shot skyward --alien fingers jerked on triggers by reflex and pain-- and were silent. As the dust settled, bowden could make out what they had achieved. The group of aliens, what was recognizably left anyway, was spread out across the street. The few distinct body-shapes were riddled with nails. Cyan and purple blood mixed with pavement and dust. There was movement though. One of the Skeksis-looking ET's was crawling back the way it had come. It's body was hopelessly shattered, but it pulled along with one set of talons. It dragged itself over the corpse of one of it's superiors --the tall amphibious-looking aliens-- and tried to find it's way back. Bowden then came to his senses and grabbed his radio. "Perkins, go out there and pop the survivor. Good work. Time to Didee-mao." He rose from his crouch and ran out of the antiques-store where he'd been taking cover. The other men, save for perkins, were doing likewise. "What now Top?" one of them men asked. "Rinse and repeat. Come on, let's go." TAG: Anyone -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Sanctimoniously Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 5/8/08 7:38pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	The chill in the air was surprising. It seemed to make the reality of the situation more powerful. From the earsplitting sound of the klaxons that blared all over the ship to the violent smell of ozone from the flier attack, everything was even more intensely real. Our column of "spooks", as we were called, ran along the deck to our assigned muster zone. With our primary job now moot, our new function was to help defend the ship against the omnipresent possibility of Covenant boarders. We were right behind a part of the John Paul Jones' Phalanx weapons system. As had already been seen with the flier attack, the system was more than capable of handling anything airborne that the Covenant could throw at us. And another demonstration wasn't far off. A much louder alarm exploded above the others. My eyes fixated upon several purple, vaguely amphibian shapes looming on the smoky horizon. As they drew closer, I could see a large cluster of the fliers that attacked earlier, plus at least ten ships that were much, much larger. Their ships and ours fired at the exact same time. White-hot tracers whizzed by blue-hot plasma as everything attempted to find a target. One flier lost a wing and drifted out of battle, gushing smoke, while another was swallowed in an obscene blossom of smoke, fire and debris. Deckplates and rooms disappeared as the plasma found its mark. A Stinger missile blasted out of one of the launch tubes, and found its way to one of the dropships in the blink of an eye. It tried to move out of the way. But it was too late, and it disappeared in a thunderstorm of fire. The fire from John Paul Jones was murderous. Every flier was destroyed in the first thirty seconds of battle, and now only one dropship struggled through the gauntlet to get to the destroyer. But just as it started to get dangerously close, a rocket lanced from the deck of the ship and smashed through the cockpit. The dropship angled away from our ship, turned completely over, and slammed into the lake. Every gun aboard the John Paul Jones focused on the sinking alien vessel for a tense moment. No survivors surfaced. -----signature----- In For a Quick Garden http://www.myspace.com/sanctimoniously
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/13/08 4:50pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	"Gunner! Canister! Troops!" Olsen blurted into the Intercom. The Alien shapes were advancing down the boublevard towards the headquarters section. Solenoids of Superheated plasma was lancing out of their weapons. Olsen's tank took a green plasma round on its Armored skirt. The skirt disappeared in a blinding flash. Liquid metal spattered, and the temperature in the fighting compartment rose several degrees. "Identified!" came the reply from the gunner. An instant later there was a metal CLUNK as as an aluminum-jacketed round slid into the breech of the 120mm Main Gun: "Up!" the loader shouted. "Fire!" "On the way!" The Gunner's response to the Commander's order was nearly lost in the roar of the Tank's main gun. The Extra-terrestrials were shredded into pastel blood by the hundreds of tungsten balls and flechettes. The aluminum casing fell back out of the breech onto the floor of the fighting compartment. Wafts of cordite flooded the vehicle. "Target, cease fire." Olsen called. The enemy was down, that much was sure. He unfastened the cupola and stood up, raising his binoculars to his face. The carnage was considerable. Nothing moved out there, so there was no need for Olsen to use the fifty cal on the Covenant troops. They were all, as the manual says, Combat-ineffective. Dead, in other words. A portion the diameter of a bicycle wheel on the front slope of the tanks armor was still orange-hot from the plasma. He had no illusions about how many more of those his vehicle could survive. "Driver, forward." As the tank rolled forward, he smelled the indescribably alien smell of the shattered covenant bodies. It smelled... well, like nothing on earth. He did not allow that to occupy his mind for more than a moment. He had to stay Alert. Cities are not ideal Tank Country: Every building is a potential bunker full of enemy combatants armed with RPG's. No room to maneuver. Rubble and abandoned cars make it incredibly easy to throw a track. The only real advantage was surprise, and the fact that he had heavy weapons at his disposal. The aliens might think his battalion at the bottom of the Mississippi, but they were about to get an stern lesson in Olsen's tendency to be contrary. Then he did see movement. He swung his fifty to cover it... but stopped. "Driver halt." It was a Marine. A Recon marine. He stepped out of a building waving his hands at the tank. "Approach and be recognized. Slowly." Olsen shouted above the gas turbine. TAG: MandalorianLegacy, Sanc, Insanity Pirate (and anyone else in New Orleans) -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Insanity_Pirate Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/14/08 8:31pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	The recon trooper lowered his shotgun. Noticably, his sniper rifle hung from his back, empty. "Private second class Alex Fredrick Jackson III." He said, saying his entire name, half for comfort, half to convince the tanker that he was at least partially human. The shotgun was lowered, and he stood where he was. "I was fullfilling my orders as designated marksman. I was doing fine, but I ran out of ammunition and had to pull back. The unit I was assigned with joining wasn't much more than plack craters when I found them, and there were enemies all over the place." He said; a bloody right pant-leg, as well as a bloody white dressing made themselves apparent. "I had to fight my way out, using my shotgun. I barely did; one of those 8 foot tall things fell on me when it died, and it nicked my leg with this WEIRD blue-ish glowing sword it carried..." He shuddered. "So far, I've gotten a confirmed 63 kills sir." He said. "I used up all 50 rounds helping an assault in another part of the city. I got lucky and killed several with a few shots, but I had to liquify another 7 with my shotgun, or they would've gutted me for sure." He said, limping a step closer. "If it isn't too much to ask, can I borrow a few of those .50 rounds, and be on my way sir?" He asked. "I need to find a new C.O.; Master Sergeant Kelso, Phillips, and Shoemaker are all K.I.A. Have you heard anything else from anyone?" He asked. -----signature----- slurps his slushie
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/16/08 7:25pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	IC: Major Joseph Olsen, 1st Tank Battlion, New Orleans "No luck. I had radio contact with an El-tee Colonel named Alan King. Special Ops. He must've been with the unit brought in with the Blackhawks at Vieux Carre. No contact with him since. Could be just radio silence, or..." He didn't finish the sentence. Both knew what it would mean. While he was talking, he lifted a box of .50 caliber ammunition out of the fighting compartment, and fished out a belt and sild it down the tanks turret to the sniper. He didn't have time to unlink the ammo. "Here you go. Good hunting. We need to keep moving so we can link up with friendly units. There might also be some Army Corps of Engineers guys around here too. Other than that, we're it until they assemble a real force for a counterattack. We have to buy time. Also, so some civilians can get out." There were shouts from behind and the chatter of Cal .50's and the Loaders' Machine guns on the tanks deployed abreast and behind. Olsen snapped to. They were firing at one of the enemy fliers, which seemed to be casually drifting down from above. Olsen fired his fifty at the air vehicle, but it simply increased its altitude to get away from the shots. Then it banked and swept downward, loosing a bolt of green energy before turning away. The tanks buttoned up, but it was too late. The bolt smacked into the top of an M-1's turret about fifty meters behind Olsen's tank. The whole tank hopped upwards as a flower of flame bloomed from the turret, which then popped off the hull, hitting the ground with a mighty bone-rattling thud. The chassis burned merrily. His first casualty. "Private Jackson, we need to be moving. Right now. Good luck with you. I've got to find some infantry, and maybe my Recon unit. But Good luck to you. Let 'em know they've been in a fight when you're done with 'em." He didn't mention anything about victory or any similar such notion. He knew that would be fanciful. "Driver, Forward." TAG: Insanity pirate, King, Sanc, etc. -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Insanity_Pirate Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/17/08 10:21am Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	"Aye sir." He said, as the tank column ground forward. He thought about staying with the column and riding a tank or an APC, but it occured to him at that moment that safety was not necissarily found in numbers; that attack just proved his own point. Still, human contact in this burning h*** hole was a serious morale booster; he made his mind, shouldering the belt of .50 ammo. The column was moving slowly enough through the vast and winding city, that he would easily be able to keep up. Taking out the 5 empty 10-shot clips, he began unlinking the cartridges as the column stopped for some reason or another. He soon achieved the impossible: he ran up 12 flights of stairs, to the top of the 6-story building, and had reloaded all 5 clips as well, with 25 to spare on the belt by the time the column had restarted again. He slapped a clip in, and walked along the roofs of the fairly level buildings unnoticed, high above the column. At times he drifted toward the rear of the column when they hit a stretch of open street; sometimes he would have to wait for the leader of the column to barely come into view when they'd encounter particularly hard paths to cross. By his measure, they'd only progressed a mile into the center of the city. Either way, they'd actually driven/walked close to 8. After 4 hours of silence, he thanked all merciful god for blowing a pistol in a half-track close to the very front of the column, stopping it up completely since they were on a lane and couldn't go around it.. He almost fell to the roof in exhaustion, taking the time to drop his sniper rifle, shotgun, and assorted ammo. They would be down there upwards from an hour, which granted him a good rest up. Still in his ghille suit, he lay up against the roof of another building, unnoticed by the approaching covenant skirmish team. -----signature----- slurps his slushie
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/19/08 5:30pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	IC: Ssgt. Bowden, US Army Corps of Engineers. New Orleans. Bowden leaned out from behind the collapsed roman column he was using as cover, and fire a three-round burst at the covenant that were advancing in leaps and bounds down the street. He ducked back as several plasma toroids splashed against the cracked marble, sending geysers of molten rock in all directions. Bowden shrank further from the heat, which was like a blast furnace, even this far from the impact, and scrabbled like a bug back to the stairs of the bank where the column had collapsed. The second ambush had been a disaster. The Engineers had no more compound-B. All they had were their Assault rifles. And with that alone they were little more than enthusiastic amateurs. They put together an ambush position nonetheless, figuring that maybe if their surprise were complete enough they still might win, despite only having small arms. And so, hunkered down on another street, they waited in shadows for another Covenant Combat Team to come their way. It was not a long wait. This group seemed far more wary and watchful than the last detachment. It might still have worked anyway, except that one of the engineers watch alarm began beeping, betraying their position. Now, only three minutes into the contact, half his men were dead. Bowden himself was seriously threatened, and the whole thing was feeling a lot like Little Big Horn. But Bowden didn’t have time to feel fear. He was too busy staying alive. Bowden changed magazines and popped up. He saw one of the short enviro-suit wearing aliens trotting towards him. He fired immediately, screaming at the same time in shock and terror. The little alien staggered backwards under the impacts, and went down in a halo of pastel blue ichor. Bowden ducked back as a sleet of Pink darts bounced off the colonnade and exploded in the sky. He started to crawl to a new firing position, when a flicker of cyan made him glance up. A strobing light-blue ball, about the size of a baseball, sailed over the cover and landed against his boot. Bowden shrieked and tried to shake ti away, not knowing what this new horror was. It wouldn’t move! In despair he grabbed it, hoping to pull it from his ankle and throw it away. But then his hand became stuck as well. “Elizab---“ he started to say, but he could not finish saying the name of his wife. As he reached the final syllable, the grenade’s containment field failed, and the cloud of ionized deuterium expanded and consumed him and a good portion of the marble colonnade around him, leaving nothing but a dish-like crater and a layer of carbon-singed blackness to mark his passing. TAG: MandalorianLegacy, Insanity Pirate, Sanc, et al. -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Insanity_Pirate Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/21/08 3:07pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	From uptop, Alex was caught off-guard from the sudden offensive attack by the alien monsters. He heard screams and cries from below--- Standard battle chaos. He paid no attention to it, and began firing with his rifle. Clearly, they were not prepaired for such a withering, and unseen attack. The first 3 shots alone caught them all off guard, although to their credit, were quick to begin trying to ferret him out. A blue orb that trailed lighter blue smoke of some sort, sailed from the hand of one of the larger red-armored beasts, in through the window of a building opposite the street. It exploded a moment later; he immediately concluded it was a grenade. He fired; the grenade-tossing alien's head erupted immedately in a large blue shower of ichor, killing him very dead, very fast. -----signature----- slurps his slushie
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/21/08 6:56pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	IC: Major Joe Olsen, With 1st Tank Battalion, New Orleans "Action Front!" Olsen's gunner yelled hoarsely. His coaxial machine gun chattered as he reported. "Engaging with coax!" Olsen stood up in the turret, snapped the safety off the pintle-mounted .50 and looked for targets. The loader did likewise with his mounted SAW. Ahead, there was at least a platoon worth of Covenant Infantry. They were dismounted and appeared to be preoccupied with a building to their flank, which they fired into. Olsen knew not if the people inside were soldiers or just civilians fighting back, but either way he was lending a hand. The .50 Caliber bullets tore the short bodies of the monkey-like aliens to pieces. Their birdlike comrades raised translucent shields, but were similary knocked down and pulped by the projectiles. In the midst of the chaos, Olsen saw one of the tall aliens, this one in Red Armor, drop to its knees and go down after a head shot from a Sniper. This sent the remaining short aliens into a panic. They abandoned their positions and ran towards the rear without even giving covering fire. Another tall blue alien --these guys had to be officers-- tried to stop his troops from retreating. He waved his arms and swung at their heads with his Plasma Rifle, bellowing alien commands. Olsen was about to take him when the side of his turret flashed brilliantly and heat singed the hair off his wrist. Another tall blue E.T. was firing on him. He swung the .50 immediately and fired by reaction, even though there were large swimming light blurs on his cornea from the flash. A blue field crackled around the alien, and it staggered back under the impact of the bullets. It dove behind a parked panel truck to find cover. Olsen continued to panic-fire for a moment before stopping and giving an order. "Gunner, HEAT, Panel Truck. 11:00." "Identified." "Up!" Came the replies from gunner and loader. "Fire!" The Panel truck vanished in a dingy grey blossom with fire in the center. The blast broke the last of the spirit of the Covenant troops which took off for the rear. The last tall alien, seeing his squad abandon him, seized two grenades and drew back to hurl them in a last spiteful, suicide attack. But he never got past the windup. From above, a .50 caliber round split the alien's skull. It dropped and the unarmed grenades rolled harmlessly away. "Driver, Forward." As the tank continued down the boulevard, Olsen looked over at the blurred, glowing patch on the turret with the Plasma bolts had struck. If just small arms could do this to a Main Battle Tank, he tried not to think of what their heavier weapons could do. TAG: Sanc, MandalorianLegacy, Insanity Pirate, anybody else -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Insanity_Pirate Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/22/08 2:37pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	OOC: The column was stopped for a reason, remember? High above, lay Alex. He could not decide who needed his support most: The single marauding tank, or the column still trapped behind the one lone stopped up truck. Likely, the tank would be doomed alone. Also as likely was the entire remaining column, which would probably be that much harder pressed, without tank support. He saw people running out of the truck; maybe they would not be held up after all. He began to form ideas; how could he help them? It turned out they needed no help. They simply ran over the offending truck; the armor column continued. The other tank was already 2 rubble-covered blocks away by now, firing on what might've been the retreating alien rear flank. He'd heard only 3 shots by now, all loosely spaced. The .50 had fired several short bursts; maybe another group was trying to skirmish them. -----signature----- slurps his slushie
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Sripvalentine Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/23/08 8:43pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	GM Approved Name:John Locklear Age:24 Service:US Army, The Big Red One Military Occupational Specialty (MOS):MOS 223 Rank:Corporal Weapons:M16A4, Desert Eagle Pistol Bio: He joined the army as soon as the president went public, he found that it was his duty to serve his country in its darkest hour. He is currently stationed in colorado, awaiting any kind of orders from high comm.
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Sripvalentine Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/25/08 9:50pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	IC: John Locklear John was in the sky, above the great glassy area's that covered what was once New Orleans. 'Well this is what you have been waiting for...'He tried to tell himself. The Chinook shuddered a little as they hit a little of turbulance. "Alright boys, we will be touching down in five, so lock and load." Said the pilot. "Alright, Locklear, Juarez, Johnson, Roybal, and me, we're going to come out first, guns blazing, the rest of you, I want the LZ secured fully, no one without being above the height of 5" and no one above 6" gets in or out. Understood?"Bellowed Sargent Jackson. A loud 'Sir Yes Sir' came from the Chinooks occupants, all of them sounded nervous. "Alright guys, LZ in sight, I am taking her down...."Said the pilot, but was cut off before he could finish his sentence. A streek of green from a AA battery slammed into the Chinook, sending it spiraling out of control. The Chinook fell out of the sky, the pilot unable to regain control, and landed in a field of tall grass. John stood up, to find his fellow soldiers holding off a small group of bird like creatures, Jackson was shooting a .50 machine gun out a window mowing the burning grass, Juarez using a .45 to shoot at the birds, Johnson using a M16A1 giving the others suppresive fire, while Roybal was compiling supplies left over from the crash. "Sargent, what the hell happened?" Locklear screamed as he opened fire on a nearby bird, watching a spray of blood hit the chinook. "AA gun, went to fast to even move the chopper out of the way. Roybal get on the radio, get high comm on the line." Jackson yelled at Roybal. "Sir already got them here, they patched us through to a nearby tank column, why they did that I have no idea but they thought it would work."Roybal said handing Johnson another clip. "Well then, Locklear try to get them to give us some cover, while we make a break for it." "Sir, yes Sir."Locklear said He ran over to Roybal, grabbed the mic and said into it a simple phrase: "If there is anybody in the area, this is Charlie Bravo Team, we are in need of immediate aid, repeat we are in need of immediate aid, Covenant forces overrunning our position send aid immediatly. Over" He stopped to hear a response from anyone. TAG:Any in the battle
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/26/08 5:28pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY - Date Edited: 5/26/08 5:28pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Deiskrad
	IC: Major Joseph Olsen, 1st Marine Battalion, New Orleans "So, that's where the Recon element ended up. Can't say I'm surprised." The LAV and a pair of hummers stood burning in the street. One hummer lay sullenly on its side, its tires laying in a pool of molten rubber. Olsen peered past the flickers of the fire and saw nothing up the street. No Alien warriors were in sight this time. "They're getting clever. They must know it's not a piece of cake any more." In one respect, he was glad for this. It meant that the fighting was hard enough to force the Covenant out of it's arrogant and lazy posture so far and make them do things more professionally. On the other hand, it would make them fight more effectively, making his casualties much higher. "Proceed with caution." He spoke on the company net. "Watch those buildings. The Recon platoon bought it here, and If I were them, this is where I'd put an ambush. Don't fix what's not broken." The buildings were relatively tall. Good fields of fire up and down the street, and with no infantry to protect them, the Tanks would be extremely vulnerable. But if they wanted things to be safe, they wouldn't be Marines. A burning blue orb arced out of the second-story window of an office building. It was headed towards the rear quadrant of Olsen's tank. "Driver Forward!" he roared. The response was instantaneous. The tank lurched forward. It was quick enough. The Plasma grenade bounced off the pavement. And adhered to the glacis plate of the next tank. The hatches on the tank popped as the crew started to bail, but it was basically pointless. The grenade disappeared in a cyan flare. THe tank rocked upwards, knocking the turret loose. The whole vehicle began to burn. Great stalks of black smoke reached skyward. Instantly, .50 Cals and SAW's chattered, shattering every window in the office building, and sending clouds of brick dust up wherever the bullets touched home. Moments later, three HEAT rounds blew out the front of the building. but it was scant revenge for the loss of the tank. Burning human flesh stank up the air. "Forward." Olsen's radio chattered: "If there is anybody in the area, this is Charlie Bravo Team, we are in need of immediate aid, repeat we are in need of immediate aid, Covenant forces overrunning our position send aid immediatly. Over." Olsen checked his map. Their deployment was not far. He decided to assist. Besides, some infantry would probably help prevent something like what just happened from happening again. Olsen responded. "Charlie Bravo team, this is 1st Marine Battalion. En route. Expect us in 15. Hold on you Army Pukes. We'll save you." He grinned at his little stab at the army, and the crew of his tank laughed. He switched to the battalion net: "1st Tank Company, with me. We're going to help out some beleaguered Army teams. The rest of the battalion proceed to waypoint Delta and establish defensive orientation." The Driver took a right down a wide boulevard towards their comrades under fire. TAG: Sripvalentine, InsanityPirate, Sanc -----signature----- Sic vis pacem, para bellum. "hahahahahaha. Is that all you got you Pansies?" -Marv, Sin City, The Hard Goodbye "An old man dies, a young girl lives. Fair Trade." -Sin City
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Sanctimoniously Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 5/27/08 1:40pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	Everything was going down the tube. Quickly. Or had it already? I was forced to dive into a room to avoid a river of plasma that seared by from the approaching second wave of Covenant boarders. The guns of the remaining Naval ships had already opened up in earnest on the attackers, but it was clear that things were tipping out of our favor. This time, they sent a huge wave of air support to surround their dropships, which provided cover fire and forced the guns to concentrate on them as the dropships moved closer. But the Jonesy had something else up her sleeve. With a loud whistle and a bright flash of red light, the railgun mounted behind the main cannons lit up, sending a beam of destruction across the sky. It incinerated one flier, tore another in half, then burned a white-hot hole through one of the dropships. It wobbled in the sky for a split second, stunned, then detonated in a massive ball of fire that sent debris streaming into the lake around the ship, setting the water ablaze. The alien fliers regrouped and concentrated their fire on the railgun, but it fired again, and melted all but one. Suddenly, I knew what was about to happen before it did. The mortally wounded craft plunged into a dive, skimming the deck as it maneuvered below the cannon's line of fire, and slammed right into the base at top speed. There was an enormous blue-orange explosion and the entire section disappeared into flame. The ship shuddered so violently that I nearly fell to the deck. I cursed loudly. With the railgun now destroyed, the remaining two dropships accelerated toward our ship, firing their plasma cannons at the deck. Sailors disappeared as the salvo hit them. My team backed into the same room I took cover in earlier to avoid the deadly fire. There was a huge explosion that rattled my teeth, followed quickly by the sound of an out-of-control engine. A shadow flashed over the deck and a gust of wind blew into the corridor. Then, another huge explosion. One of the dropships was out of the fight. But the fight was only just beginning. The second was directly over the bow of the ship. It opened its side doors and out poured a platoon of Covenant soldiers. There were tall, vaguely amphibian creatures in shining, colorful armor, stocky aliens with what looked like breather packs over their faces, and sickly-looking creatures with shields that strongly resembled vultures. They rushed the remaining sailors with weapons that fired plasma very similar to the ones that so badly damaged the ship. We ran out of the corridor, found targets, and opened fire. The fight for the John Paul Jones had begun. -----signature----- In For a Quick Garden http://www.myspace.com/sanctimoniously
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