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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/23/08 8:31pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	In Game: 8th SOS Blackbirds descended to ground. Rear ramps were lowered and fuel pods were rolled out for distribution amongst the 1st Tank Battalian's Abrams. Five minutes later VMM-268 Valkry Squadron arrived and touched down with its bounty of fuel, ammo and spare track. Michelson disambarked from Valkry 1 and oversaw the unloading of the supplies including over ninety ABC suits for those in need of them from the 82nd Airborne Division. He saw Major Olsen approaching and walked in his direction. He saluted and shook Olsen's hand. "Major Olsen. It is with great sorrow that I inform you that Master Gunnery Sargent, Kurt Tyrey was killed in action while handing me those ABC suits I requested of him for the 82nd Airborne Division's troops. He had everything well in order at New Orleans International Airport. He saved my life by pushing me down and covering me from Plasma fire when our respective units came under attack from enemy fire teams. Those of my ramp gunners who could spot the source of fire returned fire and eliminated the both fire teams. Master Sargeant Tyrey was a very brave and heroic Marine...The cuvvy's knew who to shoot at for maximum effect. Your resupply unit is relocating to Lake Front Airport to join up with the rest of your resupply group." Michelson paused, swallowed and continued. "Just before we departed from New Orleans International, a corperal from regular Army drove up and handed me the biggest man portable cuvvy plasma rifle I've seen to date. He gave me the co-ordinates as to it's initial location and that of a shuttle he shot down with a Stinger. We're going for a snatch and grab of that shuttle. Maybe we'll get lucky for a change and get something useful that we can back engineer. 8th SOS will be finishing up on your supplies from the combined groups at Lake Front. I'll be recalling my men for this extraction. You and your men are in my prayers, Major Olsen. God speed to you and the rest of Red Tail." Michelson saluted and smiled at Olsen, -though in his heart he was still feeling depressed over Tyrey's death- pumping his hand like he meant it. The last of the supplies having been unloaded, Michelson's men started trotting up the ramps of their respective MC-22Bs for departure. Turbo-Shafts began winding up and Michelson withdrew to his Osprey and trotted up the ramp, as it was raising into the closed position. Five minutes later VMM-268 was airborne heading for the 'Ronny' to acquire mission specific equipment and resupply. -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 11/26/08 4:54pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	IC: Major Joe Olsen He walked the line. His men worked as quickly as their fatigued bodies woudl allow: changing track, refueling the thirsty Abrams beasts, and in general getting the unit ready to move. They had a stroke of luck. Olsen's signals officer ran up to him telling him that he'd finally gotten through to the logistics end of his unt, and got them moving. Additionally, Theater command had finally gotten through, and issued marching orders for the entire Battalion. Olsen scanned the dot-matrix print-out. "Withdrawal." Olsen said. His lips twisted. "Pass it to Top. He'll arrange it. I'll finish walking the line." "Yes sir." As he walked, he contemplated the orders. They ordered him to a grid reference outside of Baton Rouge and to hold there untilt eh Supply element linke dup. THen, they would have their tracks loaded onto trains to be taken to Fort Knox, where he and his staff would be debriefed. Fort Knox is an Army base, not a Marine installation. It was indicative of how disorganzied the whole thing was. howeve,r Fort Knox was the location of the Armor School, and the closest place where they could conduct extensive repairs on the battalion. Olsen looked to the sky, and hoped that the aliens weren't looking back. The idea of being blasted into quarks while in transit was far more terrifying than being killed in battle. He pushed it aside by assuring himself that he'd instead have a chance to talk to his wife and kids. The thought brought tears to his eyes. Thank god he was wearing his NBC hood. TAG: Anyone. IC: Br'tak Hadaspree, Flagship Perennial Lament, Fleet of Joyous Purification Ostensibly, it was called a council of war. In reality it was basically a boasting session. The Sangheili Zealots sat around the great table, the Prophet of Hope at its head. Hope was nominally the leader of the Fleet of Joyous Purification. But he was really only it's political and spiritual head. Virtually all the military decisions were made by the Sangheili Zealots. Most of the Zealots had come to brag of their accomplishments rather than discuss the next step. And there were accomplishments, to be sure. Many of the landigns had gone quite well. Territory had been taken, and there had been little organized resistance in many places. They boasted of sweeping gains, low casualties, and a successful campaign. Br'tak was considerably more reserved. It was further obvious that he was something of a disgrace, being the only zealot to withdraw his forces from the planet surface. He'd justified it by the incredible number of casualties he'd suffered, and his efforts to strike a psychological blow by leveling the human city. And casualties there were. Before attending this council of war, he had boarded a hospital ship; the Merciful Supplication, and visited his wouded troops. The bay was filled with the wounded. More than the beds could handle. There were casualties laid out, gurgling and moaning, on the floor, while Sangheili physicians rushed about. He talked with his elites. One who was lightly wounded-- he was missing a finger-- described fighting militia in structure-to-structure combat. SOme structures would have only unarmed and despairing humans who were quickly despatched. Others had armed humans who fought back. The elite described an encounter where his troops forced a structure, his scout Kig-Yar at the fore. He'd waxed poetic how he and this particular Kig-Yar had been on several campaigns together. But all that ended when a human suddenly popped up from his hiding place, and with an unintelligable battle cry, fired an area-burst weapon right into the Kig-Yar's face. The elite had dispatched the human quickly enough, but his Kig-Yar scout was mortally wounded, and the pellets of the weapon hand turned his face to pulp, so his final words were but gurgles and slurps. Hadaspree had listened to this and other stories. All attested to the humans fighting spirit, all pointing to the fact that they were emphatically NOT intimidated by the Covenant. He talked to an elite with burns on 75% of his body, who between involuntary twitchings told hadaspree of fighting the Humans organized defense forces. Told him of the Explosives and chemically fired projectiles of the enemy, that drilled through their armor which was designed to defend against plasma. hadaspree left with the certainty that the humans would not be pushovers. Then it was his turn to speak. he rose to his feet, and prepared to speak as candidly as was politically possible. OOC: To be continued, Happy Thanksgiving to American players and Lurkers. TAG: Anybody -----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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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/26/08 8:10pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY - Date Edited: 11/26/08 8:12pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Vangarian
	OOC: From 8th SOS Blackbirds & VMM-268 Valkries, Major Stephon Michelson commanding. To all Americans & lurkers: Happy Thanks Giving! Tag: Anyone. -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/1/08 7:09pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	GM approved: Name: Anthony Ramon Estiphon Age: 30 Service: Navy MOS: SEAL Assigned to DEVGRU/SEAL TEAM 6 Rank: Lt. Cmdr. in command of two SEAL Platoons on assignment. Personal Weapons: HK 417 MK17 20 inch barrel "Sniper" Model 7.62mm x 51mm Starlight/Infra-red scope. High capacity snail magazine 100 rnds., backup magazines 30 rnds. x 8. HK MK23 Mod 0 .45 caliber SOCOM offensive handgun. KA BAR 2000 Combat Knife. Defensive Armor Dragon Scale Body Armor. Group Weapons Include: HK 417 Mk17 12 inch barrel "Assaulter" w. 100rnd. high capacity snail magazine and 8 backups each, M32 MEI Six Pack Grenade Launcher w. High Explosive rounds, Arial Tactical Imaging rounds, Infra-red night vision and MEI Mercury 40mm Grenade Ammo good for 800 meters range. AS-50 AMR. Also an assortment of several different types of explosives and tech weaponry. -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/2/08 9:27pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	IC as LT. Cmdr. Anthony Estiphon: LT. Cmdr. Anthony Estiphon watched the rear ramp lower to the departure position. The modified MC-130P 'Combat Shadow's' pilot, Air Force Captain Jonathon Reese had given him and his group of 32 Seals the five minute warning. They were at 25,000 feet of altitude and almost to their jump window. "Get the equipment closer to the ramp," he miked. Bowie and Mo dragged the equipment pallet closer to the ramp as the cargo master realed it out for the release. "Four minutes!" He miked again. "Take your positions for jump". The rest of the them began lining up and Anthony took his position with them. They'd already checked each others equipment as a safety protocal. They were ready. Below was a rare patch of ground not scorched by the 'Cuvvy' bombardment of New Orleans. Within that patch was their target of acquisition, a downed Covinant 'Spirit' Drop Ship. Their job was to secure the surrounding area from any kind of Covinant interference, so that Marines and Sea Bees could snatch and grab the Cuvvy Drop Ship and its contents and deliver both to wright Patterson Air Force Base for study, evaluation and back engineering posibilities. "Seal Team! You are go for jump!" called the Pilot's voice over their ear pieces. "Go, Go , Go!" shouted Estiphon. The cargo master released the cargo pallet and deployed its droge shute. It rolled off the ramp. Bowie and Mo accompanied it out of the MC-130P's darkened cargo hold. Estiphon and the rest of the Seals followed immediately. All were wearing third generation night sight goggles with anti-dazzle circuitry to prevent blindness. At 25,000 feet, the team was using the altitude for the advantage of manuvering their cargo as close to their target as possible. Half way down its main shutes deployed and the rest of them had popped theirs as well. In Game: The Covinant hadn't forgotten its lost Drop Shuttle and had sent Recon Teams to sniff around. Two of the Covenant's Recon Teams had been killed in action by human combat elements operating out of the western flying transport station. The lost Drop Ship was shot down with a 'Stinger', a man portable surface to air missle. As a result the Drop Ship had crashed into a building and was partially concealed. It would only be a matter of time before it would be found, whether by Convinant or US Military Forces remained to be seen. Tag Anyone: -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/4/08 9:37am Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	In Game: DEVGRU came down with their package. The area was a vacant field just west of New Orleans International Airport. It was east of a nearby shopping mall. They quickly gathered up they're chutes and buried them. Estiphon inspected the equipment package they'd brought along. Four inflatable rubber boats with big honking Evinrude outboards. The Mighty Miss was a few dozen yards south of them. What lay north for the balance of the team to acquire in the way of transport was some auto dealerships. First Platoon was assigned the boats Second Platoon was assigned a Hummer dealership that was relatively unscratched, according to intel. O-3 Sutton led Second Platoon north with their equipment to snatch some transport by land. No city lights were on as the power station was trashed from the cuvvy bombardment. Normally they would have chuted to site but the cuvvy shuttle was spotted by reconasense overflight as having crashed into the administrative building of the Shell-Norco oil refinery to their west. Not a good choice even for a Seal Team to just jump into, hence the discretion. Thirty minutes later Second Platoon rolled up with four brand new civilian Hummers and a large capacity bus framed RV. They got lucky with the last one as it might come in handy if any wounded needed an alternative for transport away from the site to the pickup zone. With everything up and running both groups parted and took their respective routes to the Shell-Norco crash site. The game plan was to approach the crash site from the Miss and from US 61 by way of Apple St. to County Road 48 west to the crash site. Then came the fun part. Securing it! With that would come the Marines and Sea Bees by Osprey to move that puppy out of there. OOC: Tag Deiskrad! Come out come out where ever you are! Hope you got a map of Norco City, LA., because I do. -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Sanctimoniously Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 12/4/08 5:49pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	Figuring I was far enough away from the decimation of the fleet, I sat in the shadow of a station wagon, buried my aching head in my hands, and thought. I wasn't entirely sure what to think, being divided among anger, anguish, and something along the lines of "Holy hell, I just wrestled one of those things and won!" After that, I raced my own ship to the murky depths of Lake Pontchartrain. . .and here I was. Beat beyond senseless, but still alive. Now what? -----signature----- In For a Quick Garden http://www.myspace.com/sanctimoniously
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 12/4/08 5:51pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY - Date Edited: 12/4/08 5:56pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Deiskrad
	IC: Brtak ‘Hadaspree, Commander third arm of the fleet of Joyous Purification, aboard Fleet Flagship Perennial Lament “My actions were in accordance with established military doctrine.” ‘Hadaspree stated. This conference had become something of an inquisition. The other military commanders questioned him. The Prophet of hope sat silently in his hover chair, taking it all in, and not speaking. “The purpose of the campaign is to frighten and cow the populace into surrender. When the initial orbital bombardment and landings failed to do this, I authorized an evacuation to be followed by complete sterilization of the population center. No doubt when the Third Arm lands again, in a time and place of its choosing, resistance will be significantly less than at the first Landing Zone.” ‘Hadaspree continued with his presentation and proposal. For the last cycle, he’d endured a pillory of questions and near accusations. Queries that cast doubt on the capability of his troops, of his battle plan, of his particular doctrine. Not one of them could conceive that maybe the Humans had something to do with his difficulties. That was because few of them had to take on as technologically advanced a region as ‘Hadaspree. Most of them were fighting enthusiastic amateurs in warmer regions, or very thinly populated areas in cold regions. Sure, there had been casualties. But they had all been political rather than honest, and underplayed them. Especially the commander of the Sixth Arm. Many of his flyers had overflown a large subcontinent in the larger continental mass. The mission had not been a landing, merely an effort to disrupt that region’s industrial capacity through plasma and fuel rod cannon strikes. The Covenant fliers had encountered fierce resistance from relatively advanced (for humans anyway) avionic weapons in the sky and anti-avionic weapons systems based on the ground. Casualties had been considerable, but the 6th Arm’s commander had boasted instead of the damage caused to the sub-continent’s industrial capacity. ‘Hadaspree didn’t doubt that he was exaggerating the claim. “It is therefore that I am having my staff at this moment draw up plans for planetfall at this location.” ‘Hadaspree called up a topographical representation of the less continental mass. The Image zoomed in to an area south of a collection of large inland lakes. “This nation appears to manage much of it’s transportation via a network of roads carrying hydrocarbon-fueled combustion engine vehicles. One of the largest of such road networks is located at this major population center…” The city in questioned was careted in red. “We will land outside of this location in force, and capture this city, thus cutting a major portion of their road net, and disrupting the flow of essential goods in the middle of this nation.” He paused for effect, and let it sink in. He was planning for the long-term to knock out this enemy. More than one sword-slash would be required. “Further after capturing that population center, it puts us in excellent position to strike further. My analysts have identified this region--” Another area was careted, this one directly along the coast of the inland lakes. “—as the nation’s prime industrial center for military weapons and vehicles. We will move against it and knock this enemy out of the war.” The hologram faded. His critics said nothing. Finally, the Prophet of Hope spoke for the first time during the entire Council of War. “When will this operation be carried out?” “It will be carried out within ten rotations of this planet.” TAG: anyone. OOC: Ok, for those who need things laid out completely, here is what happened and is happening. The 6th Arm that ‘Hadaspree referred to assigned a fairly large portion of its air force to bomb the various nations of Europe. They fought back fairly well and bloodied the Covenant intruders at considerable cost to themselves. Some of their industrial regions suffered though. ‘Hadaspree’s plan is for an invasion to capture Indianapolis, the so-called “Crossroads of America”, and then move north-east against Detroit and northwestern Ohio, where most of the Major defense plants for the USA are located. That battle will be happening quite soon. So stay tuned, or better yet, get in this game!!!! Additional OOC: Vangarian, I will be posting up as soon as I get a decent map together to plan the scouts movements. Go ahead and post any kind of contact & firefight you like. I’ll catch up, and the Covenant can reinforce. ;-) -----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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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/4/08 8:40pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY - Date Edited: 12/4/08 9:23pm (6 edits total) Edited By: Vangarian
	First and Second Platoons both reached the out skirts of Norco City's refinery. There was a tense silence that was only occasionally punctuated by the barking of an abandoned dog from the neighborhood east of the refinery. Estiphon's platoon pulled the rubber boats to shore and secured them. "That new set of Mercuries all they've been cracked up to be, 'Spooky'?" A young man of WO-3 rating turned and smiled at Estiphon. "Even worse than the regular HEAT rounds sir. They've got 800 meters of range plus the bite to back it up." "How's about swapping out and using an Air video round. We need to see what we've got out there." Spooky complied and fired a special 40mm round up and over the refinery. It had a chute and a video for them to see what lay beneath and around. As the eye was rotated north they could see Second Platoon's Hummers and RV approaching along Third Street from Apple Street through the Notebook screen carried by Tucker their video electronics specialist. "Sweep around counter clockwise, Tucker and give us a peek around the hood." Tucker complied and the view changed. To the west was a distressing scene. There in an open field beyond a spill way leading towards the Miss, was what appeared to be a shuttle exactly the same as the one they'd come to secure and capture for DOD. His breath hissed. The others turned to him. "We've got company coming from the west gentlemen," he said. Suddenly they heard the neighborhood watchdog yelp and scream it's last. Out of the corner of his eye, Estiphon saw a flash of green light emminate from the general direction of the now silenced barking dog's last location. "Make that company from the east too," he stated, matter of factly. His men got their gear together immediately. "Buyers. Contact second Platoon and tell them our situation. Tell them to get into the administrative building pronto and secure it. We can't let all of our options be revealed just yet until its absolutely necessary." Estiphon knew that a fire fight in a refinery was suicide. He'd have to use the refinery to his advantage instead. "All right. We bleed them a little and make it look like their dealing with small time defenders. We draw them into the refinery and catch them in a cross fire. Silencers will be used exclusively for that part. Bowie, Mo you two get those AS 50s and head for high on top of those silos at each end of the refinery. You'll use your Night Sites and Thermalgraphic sites as our high level eyes in case they've got an edge. We save the best for last in case their doing the same. If it looks like we're going to be over run, I'll call in air support and request a 'Spector' or a 'Spooky' to clear us a way out. Ok, let's roll." They went in as one and worked they're way towards the refinery's southern boundary to prevent a scissors maneuver from the 'Cuvvys'. Within fifteen minutes they had Bowie and Mo on station over watching the area. "Talk to me Mo. How's it looking west of us?" asked Estiphon. "The cuvvys have a pair of teams coming this way. Four Squats, three Werewolf types and one Hoof-foot each for each team. Their at about the spill way at this time. Eta about twenty unless they start running, then five." "Bowie. How's the eastern hood looking?" "We got two teams coming from the park to the east. Same as described earlier. Four, three and one. Same types of species as described by Mo, sir." "Voodoo. Xima. Draw them into the my meat grinder," said Estiphon. "Aye-aye, sir," they replied as one. "Buyers. Call Glass Eye, tell them we'll need air support preferably a Spector or a Spooky and to go ahead and send in the extraction squadron too." Tag: Sanctimoniously, Deiskrad, Anybody with a taste for combat! OOC: OK The party's about to begin. I need some victims. -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/5/08 8:35pm Subject: Halo: TODAY
	In Game: Febuary 25, 00:15 military time, Hurlburt Field, FL. An AC-130U taxied towards the end of the runway at Hurlburt Field. The crew was ready for a live fire mission and was spoiling to give the cuvvies some pay back for the demise of New Orleans. "Spirit-5. You are cleared for departure. Godspeed." "Roger that. Spirit-5 outbound," spoke the Gun Ship's pilot. The AC-130U's turbines accelerated and the pitch climbed as the Spooky rolled down the runway faster and faster. A few seconds later the wings carried the plane up into the blackened sky, bound for Norco, Loisiana. Febuary 25, 00:15 military time, USS Ronald Reagan on station on Lake Ponchartrain, LA. Major Todd Stephon Michaelson, walked briskly to his VM-22B Osprey tilt rotor. The call had come. They had found the downed cuvvy shuttle. Better yet the Seals who found it reported it was loaded with a large assortment of cuvvy weapons. These included many that were not plasma spitters, but rather Fuel Rod Cannons and other non energy projectile weapons. The catch was that they had also come across cuvvy recon teams. They took out four of them, but it was expected that more would be on the way shortly. Interestingly enough, there was another shuttle that landed to the west of the refinery in perfect condition. This opportunity was one in a million. To get a Combat Shuttle in perfect working condition was...too good to pass up. They had to get it now! Navy Sea Bees with their equipment and US Marine Recon Units were boarding the VM-22Bs of Valkry Squadron. The extraction was a go! TAG Deiskrad: OOC: Its your turn! -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/6/08 11:19am Subject: Halo: TODAY
	Febuary 24, 23:40 In Game: The cuvvies from the hood took the bait but were cagy about how they did. They leap frogged in with their Squats and were wolves...no more like an Archaeopteryxes on two feet now that he viewed them thru binocs, providing some cover for the squats. Two Archees were back with two Team leaders, kneeling and at the ready to fire their weapons at whoever fired at them should they pop up again. The Archaeopteryx-the kneeling ones excluded-each had energy shields that eminated from a device on each of their right wrists. Estiphon decided it was time to take out the obvious leaders in the rear. Intel had informed SOCOM units that these were Elites with energy shields that regenerated. So they would have to be taken out very hard. The lead group was almost in the kill zone. "Bowie and Mo... On my signal, I want you to take out the gun toting guards to the rear. Spooky and Todd... On the same signal I want you to target each of the hoofers with your mercury rounds. They have energy shields, so keep it up until they drop. Bowie and Mo will be backup on the hoofers after they finish up with the guards. Buyers let us know when they're good and in the kill zone. The rest of you join me and target the kill zone crowd and make me proud to be a SEAL because these are the Bas@%#^* that killed many thousands of our nations citizens and they deserve to die for it," said Estiphon. Five seconds passed. "Kill zone," whispered Buyers. "Blow 'em away," Estiphon said. Each target jerked, spasmed, collapsed, and dead very quickly. The cross fire technique was still the best. The toothy bird like heads of the guards turned to red mist as the world of the Elite ones turned upside down. The hoofers lasted the longest but still died. Sutton's Second Platoon in orchestration with Estiphon's plan moved to the tree line north of the field by way of Third St. With three AS 50s, four Six Packs-loaded with Mercury rounds-the fight looked to be pretty decent. Then came the plasma fire from the Drop Shuttle. That put a bit of a crimp on the fire fight. Struthers inside the Administration building fired an AT4 CS at the now hovering Drop ship and hit its anti-gravity field between its forks. Detonation flash with an AT4 rocket warhead is always something to behold. With its anti-gravity field disrupted, the dropship wobbled and then dropped hard back to ground no doubt stunning the pilot inside. The plasma cannon spoke no more, stranding the now hapless recon teams in the killing field. They died, same as the others. The Shuttle count was now two. Estiphon seeing the possibilities radioed Glass Eye with the news. He then looked up in the sky and called in for IMMEDIATE AIR SUPPORT and an AIR DROP OF SUPPLIES AND A CHRSTMAS LIST OF WEAPONS. The cuvvies had just upped the ante! OOC: Well, I'd love to stay and fire fight, but somebody else is going to have to do that for a little while. Ahem I hope somebody got my message on the Norco Map. Tag: Sanctimoniously/Deiskrad, Anybody! Please! Hey how about some old hands who dropped? Come on back! I don't hear no Fat Lady Singing! We need fresh players too!! -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 12/6/08 5:18pm Subject: Halo: TODAY
	LPC: Covenant Elite. commanding force tasked with recapture or scuttling of downed shuttle "Be aware that we are not attempting to recapture the dropships." The Elite said on the command channel. His troops, 36 soldiers, mostly consisting of Unggoy and Kig-Yar, although there were 8 hardy and experienced Sangheili; could all hear him, even though they were spread out across two separate dropships. "We'll land in this field here. We'll move out in four echelons and sweep towards the crash site area. Keep alert. At least two other teams have been eliminated attempting to do what we're doing. So they summon us. We'll get the job done." There was an ululation of enthusiasm across the comm-net. His soliders were tough, wary and aggressive. It wouldn't be the first time they were called in to fix a broken situation. Why else was this elite wearing the red armor. "we shall have Air support on call from the dropships, and a couple of Banshees. They'll be circling the area. So we'll shoot and maneuver our way in. Set the charges to scuttle the downed dropships, and perform an extraction under fire if necessary." He turned to a trusted Kig-Yar, crouching slightly to address him face-to-face. They respected each other immensely. "I'm going to task you with leading the troops while we attempt our maneuver. Make the humans think you are leaderless, but make sure you fight well enough to hold their attention." The Kig-Yar nodded, and let out an enthusiastic bark. The Elite rose and tested his Active Camouflage. The Red-armored elite faded from sight. He deactivated it, satisfied. He ordered his Sangheili troops to test theirs as well. They did so and sounded off that the systems were in working order. "Any Questions? Good." There was a slight rumble and the spirit dropships hit the ground. The ramps opened and the Covenant deployed, the elites activating their Camouflage and disappearing from view. Two Banshees moaned above them, in overwatch positions around a human chemical plant. They struck out immediately, the elites well behind their troops as they moved against the crash site, whose silhouette stood out in their enhanced viewing modes. Gripping their weapons alertly, the Covenant soldiers began to move towards their target. TAG: Vangarian -----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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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/7/08 10:57pm Subject: Halo: TODAY
	"When in a prolonged fire fight situation, it is best to alter tactics to throw an opposing force off balance. To be solid in one or two exchanges is acceptable, but never a third time when your facing an enemy that can communicate a former tactic's inadequacy, if only by their own bodies lieing on the field of battle. Then comes the time to be fluid and thus unpredictable. What we intend to do, is teach you to be to Small Unit Strategy and Tactics, what Bruce Lee was to one man against many, martial Arts Combat." Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Ramone Estiphon never forgot those words when they were spoken to him by one of his Instructors, Kelly O'Brian during his time in SEAL Qualification Training. Nor did he forget it now! Instantly Estiphon snapped orders to his men. "Listen up! We've got more incoming enemy troops by two Drop Ships. Voodoo, Buyers and Rip They've got two fighter sized air assault craft. Break out the Stingers but wait for my order to fire on them first. Struthers how many more AT-4 CSs do we have on hand?" asked Estiphon." "Three sir, he answered" "Get them ready for the Drop Ships! I'm sending someone to get one of them!" he ordered. "Aye-Aye, sir," he answered "Xima get one of those AT-4s from Struthers. Then your coming with me!" he yelled. "Aye-aye, sir "Voodoo get the C-4 blocks and the remotes. Pair 'em up and set them to the same frequency for detonation. Set them on those five closest natural gas silos to the approach from the cuvvy troops. When you've finished get back here with me," he said. "Aye-aye, sir," said Voodoo. Estiphon recalled his SEAL Instructor's warnings and that of SOCOM during covenant intel orientation. "Bowie get me a visual on them as soon as they exit give me a head count... Mo, give me a confirmation count in infrared," spoke Estiphon in his mike. "Sutton, we're splitting up and heading west. You by land. Me by river." "What's the plan skipper?" asked Sutton. "You're going to take the best of the cuvvy weapons your platoon found in the downed drop ship and take them for use in combat against their troops that are coming down west of here. You are to take your C-4 bricks with detonators and booby trap the administration building, hurry we're running out of time," Estiphon ordered. "Sir, we've found a couple of Fuel Rod Guns, some Particle Beam Weapons and a Scarab Gun. Will those suffice?" "Hell yeah they'll do! Take them to your Hummers for the transprtation west. We're going to capture some more dropships just like the Vietcong used to down American Helicopters back in 'Nam," said Estiphon. "Skipper I like the way you think big," replied Sutton. "Alright just do it we're on a time schedule," "Aye-aye, sir!" returned Sutton. By the time the cuvvy drop ships landed, the booby traps were in place, both in administration and the five natural gas silos. The cuvvy units were approaching the refineries in four echalons at a fast march. He'd wished he had clamores to capitalize on that mistake that the cuvvy's were making. Estiphon was about to call his platoon in for withdrawal to the boats down by the Miss, when Bowie and Mo approached. They looked spooked. Estiphon frowned. "What's up?" he asked. "Sir," said Mo "there's an indiscrepency with our counts of the latest cuvvies". "How so?" he asked. "I count 37 enemy troops," replied Mo. "When I counted using starlight," said Bowie "I counted 26. So I set mine to Thermographic sight and then I counted 37 too!" "Estiphon to all DEVGRU units! Set all available AS 50 Thermographic sights to on. Sutton you read that?" he nearly yelled. "Aye, sir," Sutton answered. "All units, the cuvvies have high tech cloaking for nine of their troops, probably hoofer leaders. I'd say they're on to our earlier tactics of ambush. Split up and travel west according to plan for our next move. Sutton take Third Street west. As soon as you spot the cuvvies entering the administration building, give me word so that we can hit our buttons simaltaneously. While they're looking east, we'll hit them west with AS 50s set for Thermographic optics. Ok let's move, we got a party to throw". TAG Deiskrad: -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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Deiskrad Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 12/9/08 2:44pm Subject: Halo: TODAY
	LPC: Sangheili Major commanding Covenant Lances, Arco Louisiana The Sangheili commander initiated a 35% map overlay on his HUD. Data from the starships fed him the location of the downed vessels, and the location of the two lances that had attempted previously to scuttle the downed dropship. They lay, their bodies cooling in a march formation. Whatever the humans had hit them with had been so fast and so hard that they didn't even have time to properly deploy. The Elite major worked it out in his mind: The humans lured them into a crossfire, and the inexperienced troops didn't even have the sense to check for ambush. The humans then took out the Sangheili, leaving the rest of the troops leaderless and flailing. Probably shooting at everything and hitting nothing of consequence. Then the humans took down the rest of the lances at their leisure. Rinse and repeat. Though the map gave a basic layout from the sensor suites on the starship, it lacked critical details. Namely pinpoint Infrared and EM emissions. Enemy locations, in other words. He wanted that before he comitted his lance. He rose to conduct his bearings, and could see the complex that this early-industrial civilization used to refine and create chemicals. He noted various points of interest, mostly where he would place troops and weapons. There were too many to count, and the approaches left the enemy excellent fields of fire no matter where he attacked from. He did not want to pointlessly throw away his troops in a demonstrational frontal attack simply to draw their fire while his Sangheili team planted the charges on the dropships. ALthough that would achieve his mission, he figured enough soldiers had been lost to these upstart primates today. He dropped into dead ground. When he was sure he couldn't be seen by the enemy, he deactivated his Active Camouflage and touched a control unit on his harness. distantly, he heard the moan of the two Banshees and one of the Spirit dropships as they took to the air to conduct a recon-by-fire and sensor sweep of the likely enemy area. "There is no battlefield problem that cannot be solved through heavy enough firepower." The Sangheili-Major remembered from his days at the academy. Most Sangheili disagreed. They would rather maneuver endlessly, constantly flanking and jinking in an attempt to spread out the enemy's defenses. It was considered Warfare as Art. An honorable way to run a war. But the Sangheili-Major had little time for such niceties: the dropships had to be scuttled before they could be hidden away for study. Now he would test to see if his old teacher was correct. TAG: Vangarian, others. -----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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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/10/08 11:09pm Subject: Halo: TODAY
	In Game/IC as Sutton and Estiphon: Sutton and his platoon had arrived at the their new position with the cuvvy weapons on hand, as well as their own. Sutton ordered his remaining AT-4 CSs and three Stingers brought on line for the little fighters. Their vantage point was on an incline west of the latest landing site. Three AS-50s with infrared scopes activated were spaced intermittenly with the other shooters in order to both target and spot the hoofers for the rest. Each AS-50 was accompanied with two Six Packs armed with Mercury 40mm high explosive rounds with an 800 meter range. Estiphon's platoon secured their boats near the shore of the Miss up stream from where they had been by half a mile. The location was good for cover. As he and his men lined the near slope facing the Covenant landing site from the south. Estiphon saw an infrared laser light shining his way from Sutton's hiding spot with his infrared night goggles. He answered with his infrared laser sight. They both heard the Banshees and the dropship starting up their antigravity drives. All three rose up and started heading towards the refinery. When the cuvvy troops stopped Estiphon, knew the game plan had changed. He now anticipated a recon by fire approach by the Covenant leader. He hoped that the natural gas silos would be missed. Time would tell. He then decided that if one or more of the natural gas silos were hit they would deliberately blow the rest and simaltaneously attack the invisible hoofers while they were distracted by the explosion. Estiphon linked up with Sutton's laser light communication unit so that they couldn't be overheard from outside. "Sutton. Let's see if the little fighters come closer to the Natural gas silos before we blow them. Keep the hoofers scoped with infrared and let's see what they do as well." "Aye, sir." The Banshee's and Dropship approached the refinery and began firing into different pockets and hiding places in the refinery's shadows. The little fighters drifted from the side of the refinery nearest to the Miss towards the side nearest to the administration building where the downed dropship lay. The silos down towards the Miss were catching on fire due to the plasma bursts igniting minor spills in containment areas. Both Estiphon and Sutton knew their window of opportunity was fast approaching. First one then the other Banshee fighter drifted over the natural gas silos. Estiphon hit the detonation button for the C-4 bricks. They blew! "Estiphon to all AS-50s and Six Packs. Open fire! Stingers hit that dropsship's anti-gravity field! The resultant combined explosions were so devistating that the Banshees were lost from sight. Devistation rained down in the midst of the Elites. Many had received head shots to their armored heads that sent them staggering about only to be outright killed from the follow up explosive round of a 40mm Mercury High Explosive grenade round. Some attempted to dive for cover only to find that being in an open field was not cover enough from the long range grenades. It was turning into a slaughter. All this while the forward units stood watching the explosions to the east of them. Oblivious to their leaders' dire situation. Stingers lanced out and hit the antigravity field of the hovering Dropship. Much like its predicessor it wobbled then dropped to ground like a rock. TAG: Deiskrad, Anyone. -----signature----- E/mc=c. Now think about=c for a while if you REALLY INCREASE E!! Interests: The Moon, Mars, FTL, Field Propulsion, and SW too. The Copenhagen Interpretation foolishly denies the existance of the Force! RPG: Blood, guts and fire on Mars and Beyond!
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