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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/13/08 1:39am Subject: Halo: TODAY - Date Edited: 12/13/08 1:42am (1 edits total) Edited By: Vangarian
	IC as Major Todd Stephon Michelson, Commanding Officer of VMM-268 'Valkry' Squadron, Lt. Commander Anthony Ramon Estiphon, Commanding Officer of Platoons one and two of DEVGRU/SEAL TEAM 6, NPC LT. Sutton, Platoon leader of Second Platoon, Air Force Captain Carl Vincent Summers, Command Pilot of Spirit-5 an AC-130/U 'Spooky' Gunship Dispatched out of Hurlburt Field, FL and Sangheili Major Domo, (Lance Commader) N'sar Kadasramee (Joyous Bloody Fist): Sangheili Major Elite, N'sar Kadasramee counted himself fortunate when the Ambush from the pagan apes began. He needn't have worried about his four echelons of troops being attacked. At least not immediately. It was quite a different story for the minor Elites under his command. The tactic was the same as what he'd assessed that took place with the other Recon Teams sent to dispatch the first downed Dropship. N'sar Kadasramee crawled flat away from the slaughter of his dying fellow Elites. The ground was low enough for him to make it to the one remaining Dropship before he sprinted up the ramp. He knew that he'd have to clear a path for the rest of his lance to make it to the downed Dropships for destruction, then back to his Dropship for escape. "Pilot activate the plasma cannon and take out the two groups assaulting us, immediately!" he bellowed. The dropship was on its landing gear and thus the plasma cannon was clear to fire. The turret swung around to first platoon and fired. Mo and Spooky were incinerated and gone in an instant. The turret turned towards the second platoon's position to fire again. As this was happening the echelons ran to the administration building to destroy the original dropship. When the turrent had traversed to the new target, there was none to be seen. Second Platoon had dropped below observable position. Suddenly four Hummers launched up and over the field's edge and raced in a zigzag pattern thus increasing the difficulty of acquiring a lock on any of the mobile targets. They were going to try and take this dropship too! He knew it! If he ordered the dropship airborne they'd shoot it down by firing one of their missles at the anti-gravity field! He'd have to fight on ground level! He made ready to meet his enemies face to face! Estiphon knew from the way things were going that they missed one of the Elites. He'd gotten a glimps of him as he dashed up the dropship's ramp. By then the rest of the elites were cooling corpses. He broke radio silence and called Sutton to get ready to use the Hummers to make a mad dash to the dropship's loading ramp. Sutton complied. That's when he'd lost Mo and Spooky in an instant. The rest of them had hunkered down to avoid further plasma fire. The turret turned in search of more prey. Sutton and second platoon had already withdrawn to the hummers and were out of sight. The turret aimlessly turned back and forth looking for targets. Then suddenly the Hummers lept over the ridge's edge back onto the field and raced zigzag style to the dropship's ramps. The Kig-yar stuck to the plan with those troops under his guidance. He'd spotted the assault upon his greatly respected Sangheili Elite Major and took the opportunity to finish the mission as best as could be done. They formed up in an attack formation and advanced to the second downed dropship to plant explosives charges. Within a few minutes they had rigged the second downed drop ship to blow and the Kig-yar had gone on to the first one in the Administration building with half of the Lance leaving the others to guard any approach to the second dropship just in case. Estiphon saw his next opportunity to strike back and enabled the detonators 1-12 installed at the entrances of the Administration building. As they approached he popped up the switch guard. He pressed the button and they dead in flames. Pay Back's a Bi@#%, he thought. Michelson was nearly 3/4ths the way to the pick up site for the dropships. Surely things were heating up at the moment on site. The combat chatter was in full swing and getting more ernest as it continued. He could only hope that He and his squadron would make it there in time to make a difference. Spirit-5 had entered the eastern extremes of the New Orleans Plasma Bombardment Zone. Pilot Carl Summers could see the light from the pyrotechnics up ahead in Norco, LA. "Co-ordinates entered, updated and verified according to the last call in. Gunnery Crew. You are cleared to arm and fire when X-men gives us the target. Repeat. You are cleared to arm and fire when X-men gives us the target." The Targeting Officer acknowledged. "X-men, this is Spirit-5. You requested some air support?" asked Summers. "Yes indeed, Spirit-5 I did that. We've got a group of Cuvvies trying to destroy a dropship we wanted for back engineering at Wright Patterson AFB Ohio. We were wondering if you could scare them off of it so we could finish them off." "That's a big can do, X-men. Get ready for some sparklies," he said. Ten seconds later a stream of large stream tracers came hoseing down upon the Cuvvies at the Dropship in the field. They broke formation and scattered to avoid being hit. Once they were clear the Gunnery Officer adjusted the guns aim and finished them off. Estiphon's platoon and Sutton's both converged on the last of the convenant's dropships. The knock down draggout with N'sar Kadasramee was not without its loses. The two combined platoons lost five more SEALs, with three injured-mostly due to plasma grenades and an Energy Sword-before it was finally over and the area was secured. N'sar Kadasramee lost his honorable name by the time that daylight had reached the field of combat. Never the less even the SEALs respected and hated him. He was taken into US Navy custody and was transfered to the 'Gipper' for interogation and incarceration. He was the only living surviver of the team sent to skuttle the dropships. Four covenant Spirit dropships were flown back to Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio, for analisis and study. Of the four, one was in perfect shape two were in fair shape and one was damaged but repairable. With these ships came an abundance of small arms for study and back engineering. "It's fortunate that you were able to capture the Elite, Commander Estiphon," said Michelson later on. The technology imbedded in that armor is bound to glean something helpful for the war effort. Hopefully something much more resistant to plasma fire and grenades". "The Dragon Scales barely slowed the plasme fire, though they were helpful against splatter from grenades," he said. "Were do you think they'll attack next?" Michelson asked. "Somewhere stratigically suitable," Estiphon said. "That's my guess". End chapter One: TAG Sanctimoniously, Deiskrad, Etc.: -----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: 12/13/08 10:00am Subject: Halo: TODAY
	IC: Joe Olsen, Commander 1st Tank Battalion, Fort Knox, Tennessee It had been three days and Olsen was finally getting some sleep. Upon arriving at Baton Rouge, the Battalion found that though the Rail cars were adequate to transport the tanks massive weight, the cranes at the loading station were not. Olsen had loaded up the lighter vehicles: the paladins, the Hummers, the M113’s, etc., and sent them on to Fort Knox. A day later, adequate cranes were obtained, and the battalion’s tanks were loaded and headed north. Upon arriving at Fort Knox, Olsen spent nearly 6 hours debriefing. The repeated questions and the slightly incredulous nature of the interviewers combined with his considerable fatigue did more than a little to irritate him. Still, he was a professional and answered their questions. Yes, it was true that the enemy he encountered were exclusively dismounted infantry. No, he did not encounter any vehicles. The AA turrets he encountered were fixed, they bore four jointed legs like an arthropod. (at this point they showed him photographs of alien ground vehicles encountered elsewhere on Earth. Among them were light zippy vehicles that he’d classify as reconnaissance rides. They were codenamed “ghosts”. And a purple monstrosity that HAD to be their equivalent of a main battle tank: Codenamed “wraith”. Both vehicles seemed to coast on a cushion of air, as there were no wheels or tracks visible. There were other photos of different vehicles, but they were not of a high-enough resolution to garner any real intelligence. They could even be the same vehicles with minor variations. Olsen grimly wondered what their role in the next battle would be.) Yes, he had heard through the command net that prisoners had been taken, but not by his unit. Yes, he had recovered some alien small arms, and handed them over to a flight of Osprey’s who took them back to the i]Ronald Reagan[/i]. Do I have any suggestions? Absolutely. If they like to fight dismounted infantry, we need more canister rounds. We only have three in the traditional load-out. I used up all three in short order. And a silver bullet will do zilch against infantry. We need to quickly get those additional armored skirts on the tanks to defend against their plasma fire and grenades. We need more and better close-in air defense, as it seems that our air force will be unable to stop the enemy aviation units from shooting us up. We need alternate communications because that plasma plays hell with our traditional radio comms, and for god’s sake, we can’t afford to penny packet our defenses. Things were hopelessly uncoordinated and random. Next time we need a concentrated, combined arms approach to beat these B*******! He realized he was nearly shouting, and quieted. They dismissed him soon afterwards, and he stumbled away to check on his troops. It was there that he found one of his Lieutenants attaching Claymore mines to the flanks of his tank. “What are you doing, Lieutenant Carius?” “Protection sir. If the Aliens try to board our tank, or get real close…” he mimed pulling the lanyard on a Napoleonic cannon. For the first time in days, Olsen smiled. His smile turned into a grin as he realized the potential, and it washed away his tiredness. “Lieutenant Carius, that’s a Hooah idea! Adapt, improvise, and overcome: you’re doing just that. If you can get it to work, expect to be Captain Carius real soon.” “Thank you sir!” Olsen then retreated to the quarters the people at Fort Knox had set up for him. It was a simple room with just a bunk and a phone. He used the phone. During the conversation with his wife, he several times had to pull away from the phone and bite his knuckle fiercely to keep the flood of tears at bay. He loved his wife, but he did not want her to hear this or see it. He let it out later in private, and slept one of the deepest sleeps of his life. TAG: Vangarian, Sanc, 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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Vangarian Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 12/14/08 9:49pm Subject: Halo: TODAY
	IC: Todd Stephon Michaelson in command of VMM-268 Valkry Squadron. Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Ramone Estiphon in Command of Platoons One and Two of DEVGRU/ST-6 In Game: Carrier Strike Group 7 with USS Ronald Reagan CVN 76 out bound from Lake Panchartrain. Destination: Secret! Debriefing was always a trip down memory lane. Memories, both good and bad were both a blessing and a curse. This debriefing was no different. "When you charged the last Dropship, did the Elite use anything unigue or different in the way of weaponry, Commander Estiphon?" asked Commander Tennysen. "Other than the Plasma grenades, yes he did," answered Estiphon. "Could you describe what weapon he used?" asked Commander Tennysen. "It was a kind of bladed weapon that had to be activated before using it," said Estiphon. "How long from initial activation to readiness would you say it took in seconds?" asked Tennysen. "Almost instantaneously, sir," answered Estiphon. "How effective in your opinion would you say this Melee weapon was?" Tennysen asked. "It Pierced through our Dragon scale body armor in a single thrust and our combat knives were ineffectual in deflecting it if the blade was edge on against them, sir," Estiphon answered. "In your earlier statement," said Tennysen "you said that the weapon was damaged by a shot from one of your team members. Is that correct?" "It would appear to be so, sir. But I wouldn't know for certain, as I'm not qualified to know for certain," said Estiphon. "Did it appear to have taken damage from the shot by...Lt. Sutton?" asked Tennysen. "Sir I don't know. All I know is that it didn't seem to work when I attempted to activate it afterwards," said Estiphon. "Next time leave the experimentation to those more qualified, Leautenant Estiphon," ordered Commander Tennysen. "Yes, sir," answered Estiphon. "You are not at fault for the death of those under your command during your mission to Norco, LA.," stated Commander Tennysen. "In a war with an advanced technology baring enemy, one must expect the unusual as a common occurance. You are dismissed for now. I may recall you for further details on your initial report," Tennysen said , rising to his feet and saluting Estiphon. "Aye-aye, sir," answered Estiphon, saluting back then turned and left. Two hours later, the 'Gipper' was underway to its new destination and the sailors and marines were gathered to bid farewell to their fallen. Mo, Spooky, Xima, Struthers, Tex, Lane and Teeter. It was still a shock. He'd never be able to get used to it, losing his own. Twenty one shots later the sea received them and they were gone. Memorial was low key but they were able to unload their burden by being together. Somehow being together did make a difference and they were able to endure. Later-on the fan tail-Estiphon spotted the Marine pilot Michaelson from VMM-268. They talked for three hours about everthing from the Convenant to Alien Conspiracies to hidden government underground bases. He thought Michaelson knew his stuff about those topics but wasn't telling him about everything for obvious reasons. He walked with Michaelson up to his Squadron of Ospreys. "I can promise you one thing, Commander Estiphon," said Michaelson. "When we next fight them, improvisation and ingenuity will make the difference. That and just plain guts. Your style of combat is going to make the difference in making their numbers dwindle more quickly. We're not out of this fight by a long shot. Not yet." They saluted and shook hands. "God's speed Major, Michaelson. You give 'em hell!" said Estiphon. Michaelson smiled and left with his Valkries. Estiphon went in, then down below the flight deck to his quarters, had a good cry, then turned in for sleep. Carrier Strike Group 7 sailed on. -----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: 12/20/08 5:47pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	Cut scene to a flight of four C-5As in flight heading north towards Wright Patterson AFB to the tune of 'Time Machine' written and performed by Joe Satrioni. Date: Febuarary 25th. Time: 21:54 hours Location: Wright Patterson Air Force Base. The four C-5A Galaxys approached Wright Patterson Air Force Base at what appeared a leaserly pace from out of the south. FEMA had ordered all unnecessary air traffic in the area grounded until these birds came in safely. A third plane-a C-130 Herky bird cargo carrier-also flew in with the first four. The cargo consisted of four downed enemy shuttles, their on board recovered weapons and the ice packed enemy bodies for study and evaluation by the brightest and best scientific minds in one place that could be mustered by the FEMA government of the United States. The Herky carried one lone living cargo from another world. It was called an Elite Major and it was responsible for the deaths of five Navy SEALs in personal combat in close quarters. Tower got them in. One at a time they were ferried to the high security section where their contents would be off loaded and transfered to deep underground were work would begin figuring out the physics and engineering that was used to build these ships, weapons and armor. TAG: Sanctimoniously, Deiskrad or anyone else. -----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: 12/20/08 6:41pm Subject: RE: Halo: TODAY
	OOC: Hey all. First off, let me say thanks to everyone that played and plays. You guys are great, but I have to say that it's over. yup. Halo: TODAY is shutting down. Sorry, but it's over. However, the story isn't, and the game isn't. Which is why I'm proud to announce that the second Halo:TODAY campaign is starting right now! Halo TODAY: Crossroads of America is starting up right away, and it's open to both old and new players. So, come on over to Indiana. Get loaded for bear and jump into your foxhole and prove to these alien a******* who this planet belongs to. It used to be "Uncle Sam Wants You!", but now it's "The Planet Wants You!" So, it's your patriotic duty to humanity to come on over and sign up. Now. Right now. TAG: All -----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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