The Resistance (FT, OPEN)

[North Mack]

The fighters twisted and fought, battling the enemy banshees as best they could. Above, the main fleet turned and calculated the trajectories, categorized the targets and ranked their priority. After intense calculations, lasting all of 0.6 seconds thanks to the ships computers, each ship repositioned itself, and began firing MAC rounds into the areas of the heaviest resistance. Round after round fell, attempting to silence the alien batteries attacking the dropships.

[Paleria]

Alea was startled by the fast movement of the Sangheili who were rushing around the shuttle it was landing on the Capital Planet of the Sangheili

When the shuttle landed Alea and the man were escorted out still in restraints. The atmosphere was thicker on this planet then it was on Anbus IV and the sky was a kind of orange tinge. Alea wasnt sure if this was what normal daytime was like on this strange world or if it was just the afternoon. Before them was a grand palatial structure

"How important is this guy we have been taken by!?" she thought

They were led down a winding of marble corridors with high cealings and then led to a Marble hall with a heated pool smelling of some strange alien incense
A few rooms were on the side wall that contained bedrooms.
Alea was led in and locked into her room. It was luxurious with a kingsized bed with a net over the bedposts hanging over the bed its own bathroom and a table with some exotic alien fruits. The walls were made from a kind of mozaic tile and formed a picture of a Sangheili holding small lights in its hand.

Alea viewed at the mozaic trying to get insight into this alien culture
"Do the small lights represent star systems that the all powerful Sangheili have control over? or does it symbolize somekind of diety to these aliens!?" she thought

Then she looked out the window. She saw a column of human slaves constructing what looked like somekind of weapon of massive gun, perhaps somekind of air Defense against a possable invasion. It was now clear to Alea. Humans were just another prize in the invasion like a bonus resource. The wealthy elite brought them as private slaves and servants while the rest were kept as a large pool of labour to help run the factories and construct defenses but it wasnt only humans. Other species were also in the column of slaves perhaps the Sangheili had conquered other planets too!?

[The Junkions]

JS Scrapworm

Gliding through the void, the Scrapworm appeared as nothing more than a congregation of artificial debris, perhaps the leavings of some battle long forgotten. Anyone bothering to scan the heap of twisted, discoloured metal would find no lifesigns within the grubby hulk. And yet, having been previously traveling at great speed, the mass had slowed dramatically as it passed near to Anbus IV and without appearing to be otherwise influenced by gravitational forces in the region.

True, the sound would not carry through the vacuum of space, but within the belly of this unlikely vessel there was sustained just enough atmosphere for the crackle of static and other tell-tale bleatings of a television set to be heard by a single crewman, lifeless but animate.

“My name is Angelo Sexton. I am one of the last free humans on Anbus IV. We have been attacked, and most of my fellow humans enslaved, by aliens known as the Sangheili. They outnumber us and have superior technology. To anyone hearing this, I ask you, I beg you, please help us.”

A large entity, metallic and autonomous, stirred within the Scrapworm, which was in fact a salvage ship on the look-out for the sort of scrap with which it -like its pilot- might easily have been confused. The entity was excited by Sexton's broadcast and seriously agitated by its sudden interruption. An open broadcast ejaculated suddenly from the Scrapworm as its course changed radically, "Don't look behind door number two, Monty, it's time to play End of the Line My Valentine! Gee-Ronny-Do-Ron-Ronny-Mooooo!" and the ship began hurtling towards Anbus IV at a ridiculous clip.

[Mt Id]

(OOC: Sigh...apparently Paleria doesn't want to play with the rest of us on the same planet. lol. Totally ignored previous post...oh well.)

[Kanahush]

As the commando team arrives at the location the signal came from, they saw a smoldering heap of lumber. "Well...obviously someone tried to stop the signal from coming through," Said Kalon. "Sir," said Nalk," We have a vehicle track this way."Good Job,move out," Says the captain

[Telvira]

The MAC rounds slammed into Haven, the capital of Anbus IV. Most of the city was destroyed, hundreds of Sangheili and thousands of human slaves killed or buried under piles of debris. The remaining Sangheili guns continued to fire, running on AI autopilot while their gunners escaped into the relative safety of their fortified military bases.

At the main base, a transmission began to broadcast on all frequencies. "This is Dana Peroe. I am one of hundreds of human slaves being held at Sangheili bases across Anbus IV. I beg you, cease fire or we will be killed along with our slavers." The transmission was designed to bring the enemy to a close-up fight, where the Sangheili were confident they would best the humans.

[North Mack]

The Admiral turned in his chair. "How close are our dropships?"

"Um..." a young officer looked down at his console. "3 minutes till touchdown sir. They're reporting much reduced AA fire."

The Admiral motioned at the map in front of him. "Cease fire on the main bases. Concentrate fire on batteries and concentrations away from cities and large fortifications. Send a message back to Command, We need heavy support vehicles when the reinforcements arrive"

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The dropships touched down outside of one of the smaller cities, away from the alien fortifications. The marines and their vehicles poured out of the bulky craft, and began deploying fortifications and barricades of their own. Within minutes, the dropships were empty and returning skyward, while the Marines held the clearing.

General Merk stood in the clearing, observing the progress. As the ranking Marine officer onboard the battlegroup, he had become the impromptu commander of this small group. Though numbering just over 3000, these marines (like any North Mack Marines) were trained and ready for whatever this alien foe could strike with. The task force had only a single mission until the reinforcements arrived. Hold the landing point. In the center the marines were calibrating the artillery, preparing for any counterbattery fire on the AA guns as the dropships returned to the ships for the second half of the force.

[Kanahush]

As the commandos approach the barn, they see dead humans on the ground. They follow the tracks leading away from the barn.

[North Mack]

(bump for activity?)

[Kanahush]

OOC: Hello?

[Telvira]

OOC-this is still alive? I thought it was dead...

[North Mack]

It... was? idk. I was waiting for you to make some sort of response to my landing but nobody ever posted ):

[North Mack]

(OoC: seriously... Telvira you need to respond.)