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by New Grestin » Mon Jul 13, 2015 5:35 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Vacif » Mon Jul 13, 2015 9:16 pm
New Grestin wrote:SNIP
by Ubaria » Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:59 am
by The United Federation of Terrans » Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:06 am
by Beiarusia » Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:46 am
by Feroxi » Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:49 am
"One is to be admired for rebuilding thy self, not judged."- The Self Proclaimed Master of Forum Chivalry
by The United Federation of Terrans » Tue Jul 14, 2015 12:31 pm
Beiarusia wrote:The nav drive was secured. Regrouping in the corridor, Ethan and Deckard joined Racker and Ilyas, the latter treating a minor wound to the arm sustained during the firefight. The smoke was all but cleared up by now, a slight haze remaining as if dissipated. Ethan nodded to the others before contacting the team. “We have secured precious cargo. Whitfield, relocate civilians to medical. Bravo, we are moving to your position.” He cut the comm and looked over to the two men. “Good work.”
Ethan brought up his TACPAD, using it to map out where everyone currently was on the ship, every person marked as either a green or yellow dot depending on IFF tag. Whitfield and the others were escorting the civilians up towards the medical bay, and most of Bravo had reconvened on the bridge. Bressler was the odd man out, currently in storage and with three unknowns.
His voice came over the team comm soon enough. “I have three hostiles secured in compartment… 4-A; just aft of the bridge. Is the situation contained?"
Alpha and Ilyas were moving to join Bressler. Ethan checked the map once more, every living thing on ship having been accounted for. “All hostages have been secured and the ship is clear of enemies. Repeat, you have hostiles secured?”
The team were just outside Storage 4-A when Dawn spoke over the team frequency, her voice light and warm despite the message she had to give. “A naval vessel is currently in route to dock with the freighter. Mission parameters call for the elimination of all insurrection forces. ONI has no desire to take prisoners.” A pause before she added, “You may not agree but please see to it that orders are followed.”
by Vacif » Tue Jul 14, 2015 12:53 pm
by Dernland » Tue Jul 14, 2015 3:30 pm
by Beiarusia » Wed Jul 15, 2015 12:58 am
by New Grestin » Wed Jul 15, 2015 1:37 am
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by The United Federation of Terrans » Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:36 am
by Ubaria » Wed Jul 15, 2015 12:02 pm
5th November 2542 - Alluvion - Palvos Diamond Mining Complex
"Do you think we lost them..." One marine panted, placing both hands on his knees as the group of 6 soldiers came to a halt.
"I think so" The ODST to his right de-polarised his visor to take a good look at where they had ended up. It was a large almost symmetrical cavern, obviously man-made as all the tunnels before them were. About 100 foot across and at least 30 or 40 high. The roof was held up by large thick truss beams that had gantries running between them, as well as holding up large banks of halogen lights, however most of them had blown in a power surge and only two or three were still active, only giving off small pools of light at random points in the room. Deeper in the room, the silhouettes of various machinery could be made out including tunnel diggers, dump trucks and rock crushers all with the word 'Traxus Heavy Industries' written in bold white along the side.
"Where the hell are we anyway?" Another Marine, Staff Sergeant Schultz commented as he to took in the surroundings. Their frantic escape from a covenant search party had led them through criss crossing tunnels that looked almost identical, and nobody could remember which way they had turned and when. This was the first large area they had come across. The Staff Sergeant looked over to the ODST again, awaiting an answer.
"Well?" He quizzed again, this time more forcefully.
The ODST turned to him and simply shrugged, defeated for an answer.
"TACMAP is fucked, signal can't penetrate this far underground and i can't get Comms either.." He finally replied, tapping forcefully at his TACPAD mounted to his wrist.
Dragan meanwhile had finished recovering from his almost mile sprint by taking in big lungfulls of air, however the air down here was warm and full of dust, so it wasn't at all refreshing. He looked over the other two marines as well as the three ODST stood in a line before them. Dragan turned around expecting the rest of the Marine Squad and ODST detachment to be there, but they had all split up in the panic and confusion of the attack, some had ran into the mine and others attempted to fight their way back up the hill, probably being killed in the process.
"So you mean to tell us we're fucking stuck down here?" A different marine spoke, Private Moreson this time, he looked visibly pale and shaken, this being his first combat experience.
"No. These tunnels have emergency exits everywhere. We just have to find them" The lead ODST spoke whilst scanning the area with his VISR, he looked over the room three or four times all the while muttering something under the helmet.
"Alright i've picked out an exit to the cavern 40 foot to our right, vehicle tunnel. Lets move" He pointed out into the darkness and simply jogged off into the darkness. Without question the rest followed on.
The three ODST all had a fancy VISR system that allowed them to see in the dark, for the three marines however, they had to make do with helmet mounted flashlights which were significantly less effective, because you were constantly having to squint to make anything out in the bright light. As they trudged through gravel and mud they passed various vehicles parked at the side of the tunnel, some were obviously abandoned in a hurry as they were left with engines running or ditched with the doors open. Every few minutes there would be a loud thud, the roof would jolt and rocks would trickle down and clang of various metal surfaces, un-nerving the three marines, however the ODST seemed to be unphased by this. For a good fifteen minutes they walked down what seemed like an endless tunnel, passing identical roof beams and pillar supports until they emerged at another opening, this time however instead of a cavern, it was a pit. The bottom wasn't even visible and the only way across was a single gantry that expanded into a platform built into the other side.
"This doesn't look safe" Dragan commented, noticing how half the cables keeping the gantry up, had snapped or had fallen off.
"It's the only way across, and besides do you want to walk all the way back, they're probably on our tail right now" The ODST gruffed.
He was right, the only way forward was across this perilous drop, going back meant possibly running into the covenant search party again and that meant probable death. All their weapons were almost out of ammo and Moreson had even lost his, probably discarding it to run quicker.
"Ilyas, Moreson. On me. ODST's will cover our rear" Schultz ordered as he gingerly stepped onto the metal catwalk, it groaned slightly underfoot but held his weight as he proceeded across. Dragan was next, followed by Moreson who had to be nudged by one of the ODST.
"Stacker. Plant charges here. Covenant aren't following us across" The ODST captain spoke and pointed to the nearby wall.
Getting over took a couple of minutes full of careful stepping and pausing, but all of them made it across to the metal platform built into the wall at the far end. The ODST Stacker was the last across after he had finished planting the explosives.
"Fire in the hole" He clicked the detonator.
The explosive worked and blew half the wall out holding the catwalk up and it simply fell into the abyss, an audible crash coming a good 5 seconds later from the bottom of the pit, indicating its vast depth.
The group turned to move forward but were blocked by a large metal blast door, big enough to fit a dump truck through, and it was locked tight. However beside the door was a little control booth with the door left hanging open. Inside would probably be the controls to open the main door. One of the ODST was already on it and had entered the booth and stood hunched over the control panel, something was wrong however as he kept jabbing at the keypad to no effect, and had to turn over to a monitor on his left.
"The door is emergency locked from the outside. It will take a minute or two to bypass" He informed whilst tapping furiously into the console.
Everyone froze in place at once as a deafeningly loud shriek reverberated through the cavern. Flashlights danced about as they tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, and almost simultaneously everyone came to the same conclusion.
It was coming from above.
The flashlights slowly moved up to reveal large stalactites, not naturally formed however. As their occupants had all emerged from their holes and were staring downwards. Yellow eyes, dozens of them were illuminated by the flashlights.
"Fuck...FUCK! BUGGERS!"
The whole ceiling seemed to move at once, the drones dived down in unison and bombarded the group, scratching wildly with their serrated claws. The noise was overbearing, the beating of their wings, the screeching and scrabbling was almost deafening. Dragan and Shultzer opened up with their rifles into the swarm, hitting something wasn't hard as the whole area was filled with the things.
"Get the fucking door open now!" The ODST captain frantically ordered and opened up with his own SMG, downing at least a dozen in the spray of lead, though it barely made a difference as the gap was plugged by more.
Dragan went to reload and saw Moreson go down, a bugger had set upon him and was lashing at him with its forearms. As he went to move though, Dragan was knocked face down onto the floor from behind, landing with a clang. His whole head swam as he looked up, bleary eyed to see Moreson's own face get torn off by the Yanme'es set of mandibles, his screams were quickly turned to gargles, the blood managing to seep into the trachea causing a slow death by drowning internally. Though if that wasn't enough, another one started to tear at his stomach, ripping out the intestines like ribbon.
Grabbed from behind, Dragan expected to be next however it was Schultz, who pulled him to his feet with one hand, and fired his rifle with the other.
"He's dead. Fall back to the door!" Were to be his final words. A Drone snatched him up from behind, hoisting him by the shoulders before dropping him into the abyss they had just crossed. Screaming faded away slowly as he was claimed to the dark.
"Doors open! We are fucking leaving" One of the ODST had turned to help and pushed him back before being skewered by a drone straight through the chest, though Dragan didn't see what happened next as one had landed upon him, and began scrabbling at his face. Feebly he tried to shield himself with his arms but it wasn't effective, he felt a sharp pain come through his cheek as it managed to claw a deep wound right upwards, across his eye.
Everything was starting to go blurry, blood trickled from his wound and obscured his vision with a red veil, his head pounded as he was constantly battered by the chitinous wings of the insectoid like creatures. The last thing he saw before falling unconscious was a bright yellow explosion followed by a metallic dragging sound.
When Dragan finally awoke, he was being tended to by a Medic on-board a Pelican that was leaving the planet. Apparently the ODST's had used industrial explosive charges to collapse the whole nest into the mine and dragged the back then Private, into a industrial transport truck and driven fifteen miles down a highway to an exfil point. All the while under banshee fire. He never saw the pair of ODST that had saved him again, and he doubted to this day he would.
by Dernland » Wed Jul 15, 2015 3:47 pm
by Vacif » Wed Jul 15, 2015 6:11 pm
by Feroxi » Wed Jul 15, 2015 8:35 pm
"One is to be admired for rebuilding thy self, not judged."- The Self Proclaimed Master of Forum Chivalry
by New Grestin » Wed Jul 15, 2015 9:40 pm
Feroxi wrote:"Corporal... er, Caroline?" "I'm heading to the mess hall. Care to come?"
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Feroxi » Wed Jul 15, 2015 9:54 pm
"One is to be admired for rebuilding thy self, not judged."- The Self Proclaimed Master of Forum Chivalry
by New Grestin » Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:21 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
Head Bartender for The Pub | The Para-Verse | Writing Advice from a Pretentious Jerk | I write stuff | Arbitrary Political Numbers- Best Worldbuilding - 2016 (Community Choice)
- Best Horror/Thriller RP for THE ZONE - 2016 (Community Choice)
by GlobalControl » Wed Jul 15, 2015 11:14 pm
by Beiarusia » Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:48 am
Dernland wrote:Ghost made his way to the docking umbilical on the starboard side of the station. He showed the guard his identification, and the guard let him pass with a wary glare. Most people mistrust ONI, but even more flat out despise them. Ghost once again felt the bliss of null gravity as he passed through the tube connecting the two titans of human engineering. He entered the Memento Mori and touched down on the deck, back on 'solid' ground. Ghost flashed his I.D. at another guard and continued on his way. His destination was the bridge, and his new commander. He caught the Lieutenant as the man was leaving the bridge. Ghost snapped a sharp salute and held out a data-pad that contained his service record and transfer documents.
by Taigawa » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:48 am
Alert Status
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] Alert Status: 1- Total War Declared- Use of WMDs is authorized
by The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jul 16, 2015 9:16 am
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:Bressler had returned his shotgun and extra equipment to the armory before he made his way to his quarters. Bressler keyed open the room to find a standard bunk and desk built into the floor, a small closest built into the wall, and his duffel and a few more hard cases laid out on the bunk. Bressler gave a sigh of relief as he moved to his duffel and unpacked his various uniforms to store in his closet except for a pair of ODST BDU's. The gunny stripped his armor off and stacked it on the desk after he piled his blood flecked clothing by the door for laundry later in the week.
Bressler made to move to the door when he stopped, after realizing he forgot two important objects. The first was his sidearm which he holstered in it's place on his right hip, the second was nestled in a hard case and had been a tradition of his unit ever since a particular drop where a beloved NCO had died.
Bressler exited the room with the object in hand and saw Folk moving down the hallway.
"Folk gather up the team in the rec room" Folk nodded and went off to get the rest of the team as the gunny moved down the hallway with a spring in his step in his clean BDU's.
OOC: Screw Auto correct.
by Ubaria » Thu Jul 16, 2015 10:46 am
by The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:13 am
Ubaria wrote:"Little early for that isn't it Gunny?"
Ilyas chuckled as the doors to the Rec room clicked shut behind him. The Gunnery Sergeant sat alone in the middle of the room, pouring himself shot after shot of whiskey, slowly slipping into inebriation. He was mumbling something incoherent under his breath with every shot he slammed back his neck. Dragan took it upon himself to take a seat opposite Bressler, he lent forward and eyed over the bottle of whiskey.
"Do you mind if i..." He motioned to the bottle.
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