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by New Grestin » Wed Jul 08, 2015 6:46 pm
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 08, 2015 7:45 pm
Ubaria wrote:"Cpl. Ilyas, your assigned to my fire-team. Walk with me to the hangar bay, I think we can fit in a quick chat."
Dragan nodded and secured his weapons to their appropriate holsters, when he was satisfied they were secure he moved out to catch up with the Gunny, who had already left. The corridors were eerily bare, especially just before a combat mission, normally there would be bustling crewmen, marines and ODST's all pushing eachother trying to makeway to their stations and now, there were only a dozen or so musing around the corridors slowly. The ODST caught up to Bressler who was walking down the corridor.
"Sir" Dragan simply stated as they both moved side by side at the same pace.
by Beiarusia » Thu Jul 09, 2015 2:16 am
by Vacif » Thu Jul 09, 2015 9:51 am
Beiarusia wrote:Ethan was trailing behind, held up due to last minute discussions with Dawn and, by proxy, Shepherd, arriving at the armory well after most others had already geared up and departed, a few stragglers remaining. Having already donned his ODST BDU beforehand – the same battered set that had served him for years now – he went about gathering a few essentials, chiefly weapons and tactical gear. The seasoned soldier selected an M7S-SMG with a M6/SOCOM sidearm with several spare clips of ammo for each, a compliment of flash/concussions grenades, a TACPAD that would allow him to oversee the operation as it unfolded, and finally a thruster pack. Satisfied that everything was in order, Ethan grabbed a few basic medical supplies and made to exit the armor, pausing to slide on his helmet, feeling the slight imbalance of pressure as the seal formed.
The ship shuddered, making the transition into real space. It wouldn’t take long to rendezvous with the pursuing naval forces, Shepherd no doubt already having a course plotted out to bring them into the freighter’s blind side. Knowing that deployment was fast approaching, Ethan wasted little time in second guessing himself as he stepped into the corridor.
Reaching the hangar took no time at all thanks to the mostly barren halls of the ship, a still unnerving sight that Ethan had yet to adjust to. Two soldiers had joined their commanding officer as he made for their gathering spot, the others having already arrived ahead of him. Twelve soldiers all geared in varying shades of black, faceless behind their visors. No one saluted as Ethan took his place front and center – except for one young woman whose raised arm was quickly swatted down by her friend.
“I have made contact with local UNSC forces,” informed Dawn over Ethan’s comm channel.
“We will be deploying in seven minutes,” Ethan announced out loud, giving the soldiers under his command the updated intel Dawn was sharing with him. “The ship has been identified as the Outlast, a mid-sized freighter used primarily for ferrying agricultural goods, however we have reason to believe that a weapons shipment was on board. Biometric scans indicate forty-nine still living persons on that ship with most gathered in either the bridge or the cargo hold. Assume that hostages are being held in the latter. They will be our first priority.
“We go in on two sides. Alpha will take starboard and Bravo portside; Dawn will open any airlocks for us to enter through once she’s wormed her way into their systems. Alpha will secure the hostages. Bravo, you take the bridge. We have been cleared to engage on sight. Suppressed weapons take point. Until the hostages have been acquired refrain from going loud unless absolutely necessary.
"If there are no questions then make final checks and prepare for deployment.”
by Ubaria » Thu Jul 09, 2015 10:26 am
“We will be deploying in seven minutes,” Ethan announced out loud, giving the soldiers under his command the updated intel Dawn was sharing with him. “The ship has been identified as the Outlast, a mid-sized freighter used primarily for ferrying agricultural goods, however we have reason to believe that a weapons shipment was on board. Biometric scans indicate forty-nine still living persons on that ship with most gathered in either the bridge or the cargo hold. Assume that hostages are being held in the latter. They will be our first priority.
“We go in on two sides. Alpha will take starboard and Bravo portside; Dawn will open any airlocks for us to enter through once she’s wormed her way into their systems. Alpha will secure the hostages. Bravo, you take the bridge. We have been cleared to engage on sight. Suppressed weapons take point. Until the hostages have been acquired refrain from going loud unless absolutely necessary.
"If there are no questions then make final checks and prepare for deployment.”
by The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jul 09, 2015 1:09 pm
by New Grestin » Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:52 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Vacif » Thu Jul 09, 2015 10:37 pm
by Beiarusia » Thu Jul 09, 2015 11:48 pm
by Ubaria » Fri Jul 10, 2015 2:44 am
by New Grestin » Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:03 pm
Beiarusia wrote:“Deckard, you take point. Drop on sight.”
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 » Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:11 pm
Ubaria wrote:The airlock hissed as the vacuum of space filled the hold of the Pelican and the glow of unfiltered white light flooded in as the ramp slowly opened. With no windows or atmosphere to tint the raw sunlight, it was almost blinding and Dragan had to shield his eyes for a moment or two before the adaptive polarization on the visor kicked in, dampening the light significantly. Each troop slowly drifted away from safety into the void, their small forms easily dwarfed by the massive size of the freighter, and it grew bigger as they each floated across the expanse. Noticing he was drifting slightly away on the Y axis, Dragan gave a short burst of the thruster pack to bring him back down, again bursting up to nullify his vertical speed.
Bressler was the first to land against the hull of the ship followed by Dragan himself only a few seconds after, a light thump rattled through his feet as he felt the suction that the magnetic boots pulling him in towards the ship, securing him fast to its surface.
"On you" Dragan simply stated as he awaited the rest of the team to make landing.
by Vacif » Sat Jul 11, 2015 1:16 am
New Grestin wrote:Beiarusia wrote:“Deckard, you take point. Drop on sight.”
"Roger. Moving up."
Carol crept down the hall, taking care to make as little noise as possible. The halls of the ship were quiet. Nothing moved aside from the fireteam as they worked their way to the insurrectionists. Carol hoped, secretly, they never would. She'd made her peace with killing the Covenant, but killing other people, especially insurrectionists, really rubbed her the wrong way. Voices attracted her attention as she rounded a corner. Two men, armed with oddly new looking rifles, stood around near what appeared to be a medical bay. Carol took a deep breath, easing in on a nearby wall.
Once she knew she was in range, she squeezed the trigger. The SMG let the round off with a loud pop, striking the first man in the head. Before the second could react, a bullet struck him in the throat. Carol waited, briefly, to make sure no one else would investigate. No one did. She crept up and peeked into the medical bay. A small number of people were tied and blindfolded, probably some of the hostages. A hand grabbed her leg and Carol jumped a bit. Looking down, she found one of the men gasping and clutching at her. Horrified, she quickly raised her SMG and shot him in the head.
Blood smeared across the floor, the man's gray matter splashed against the cold gray metal. Carol shook her head.
"God, I'm so sorry."
She shook her head, staring at the man's corpse for what felt like hours. She'd killed another person. Even in her time in the Marines, she'd never been forced to put down another human being. It was always some ridiculous looking, purple skinned freak with glowing blood. Her stomach churned. Think about it later. We've got a job to do. She nodded and slid into the medical bay, checking around for any other hostiles. Once she was sure everything was clear, she stepped back out and motioned for the rest of the fireteam. Quietly, over the radio, she spoke.
"Multiple civies. Probably hostages. Two dead Tangos."
by Beiarusia » Sat Jul 11, 2015 2:23 am
Vacif wrote:>SNIP<
by Ubaria » Sat Jul 11, 2015 12:09 pm
by Vacif » Sat Jul 11, 2015 2:34 pm
Beiarusia wrote:SNIP
by New Grestin » Sat Jul 11, 2015 4:32 pm
Beiarusia wrote:-snip-
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 » Sun Jul 12, 2015 11:44 am
Ubaria wrote:With the escaping air from the airlock came two innies, desperately clasping for anything to hold as they were forcibly jettisoned from the craft, their tumbling bodies falling out into space to probably, never be seen again.
"Poor bastards" Dragan mumbled as he watched them travel for a moment, before turning to Bressler, who was motioning for them to move into the hopefully empty airlock. Dragan obliged and scooted his way through the open door with pistol raised at chest level, once he saw that nobody else was clinging to the inside for their life, he entered. It took a second for everybody to enter, the door slowly clasping shut behind them, with a few clicks of the TacPad, Bressler re-pressurized the room and forced open the door to the rest of the ship.
Inside they were instantly met with resistance, a few hostiles had constructed a makeshift barricade to obviously, halt any forces attempting to breach. However it wasn't effective and provided little protection against the rip of Bressler's shotgun, followed by the rattle of rifles. Dragan bought his own Carbine to bare and instantly reeled off a burst of three rounds which all impacted one innie square in the spinal column as he attempted to flee. Two more fell and the rest dropped to avoid being ripped to shreds, however it wouldn't work.
"Stand back! Frag out!" Dragan pulled one M9-HE from the hip and pressed the arming button on its handle that started the fuse, then he threw it in a low arc, a path that took it over the barricade only to land a few feet behind. It was a second or two before the panicked cries of 'Frag get down!' were silenced by a loud boom, followed by metallic pinging as the fragmentation did its job, tearing the barricade down along with anybody unfortunate enough to be stood behind it.
by Ubaria » Sun Jul 12, 2015 12:26 pm
All stations, this is Black Initiative; Bravo Team Leader. We have a breach of Cole Protocol. I repeat, breach in Cole Protocol. This vessel's nav drive is missing, I repeat nav drive is MIA. Initiate Cole Protocol, Article 4 on any unauthorized crafts. I repeat initiate Cole Protocol Article 4 on any unauthorized craft.
by Beiarusia » Sun Jul 12, 2015 1:22 pm
by The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Jul 12, 2015 1:36 pm
by Feroxi » Sun Jul 12, 2015 6:46 pm
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by New Grestin » Sun Jul 12, 2015 10:23 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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