Ultimate Halo Universe Roleplay

[freakypred]

This is a roleplay that is on a different forum, but I think it will do well on this forum.(I don't care if anyone knows which forum its from, but be ready for a very long quote.)

Welcome, to the Halo Universe.
The Story so far.
Jesus tits, get ready for a long read.

It's all gone to shit.

The story of Halo is well known among the UNSC, ONI Section II not bothering to suppress this morale-boosting anecdote. The stories of Spartan-117 are legends to be whispered to the humanity's future generations; everyone knows of the Spartans' exploits on the Ring worlds and at the Covenant seat of power, High Charity. But from there on out, history is a blur. What's known for sure is that the Covenant exited slipspace over Earth and its fleet, bombarding the UNSC fleet as soon as their cannons charged, shredding the remaining MAC platforms.

The UNSC began its bitter war for its home, the trio of Spartan projects were used openly, if not announced with fanfare. What paltry forces that survived the Flood-infested Delta Halo welcome the return to fighting old and understandable enemies in what they believed would be a final stand The weeks dragged on as the Covenant tried every tactic to rid the world of the biting and clawing beast called Humanity, doggedly refusing to withdraw or reconsider their campaign. That same faith hamstringed the efforts of the Covenant juggernaut, not allowing them to unleash orbital bombardment like they had thousands of times before. Where the humans lacked in technology, they made up with sheer determination as they held off wave after wave of orbital drops and endless raids.
When the final magazines ran dry, the Covenant were held at bay with rocks and bayonets. Humanity would barely number a fraction of itself compared to the worst of the times, yet never had such courage and fury been displayed against the enemy. However, there were limited amounts of UNSC troops, and countless numbers of Covenant. The UNSC would slowly begin to sacrifice their own land with nuclear fire, barely slowing the Covenant war machine. In the struggle the United Nations exhausted almost all fissile materials on Earth.

Historians record these actions as part of Operation EXODUS, the final gambit of Humanity on Earth. The North American Republic and Neo-Kolsovic Dominion combined their remaining nuclear arsenal. Blasts ripped across Prophet Truth's ship, the massive EMP shockwave bringing down its shields on the massive, five thousand meter flagship. Radioactive fallout destroyed most of Europe and Russia, but for the price came a decisive victory. SPARTAN II John-117, the Covenant ex-Arbiter, and a dozen assorted Special Forces commandos crashed into the ships hanger and handed out swift punishment. Truth's last words were drowned out by the loud staccato of machine gun fire, and then, when all seemed well...the ship vanished into slipstream, the massive white flash of light wiping out everything within a radius of the vessel. No one has heard from it since, and it is assumed that all onboard perished in a slipspace accident. Along the African landscape Marines fought with renewed vigor, morale raised by the news of the success in boarding Truth's super carrier.

After the Prophet's death, the Covenant made an enraged final and deadly push, entering the Ark in the battle to decide Humanity's fate. In the last desperate moments of Humanity on Earth, the Fleet of Exodus, commanded by Rear Admiral Miranda Keyes, performed a dangerous in-atmosphere jump using techniques stolen from the Covenant, leading sleeper ships, loaded with those that could not be berthed on the three dozen-odd remaining vessels, civilian and military. They entered slipspace; thus sealing the fate of Earth in their final act of defiance

The action had been debated since an unusual informant disclosed the specifications of the Ark, but it was never thought to enter the realm of reality. The four most frightening letters to ever be recorded in the history of Earth were finally declared: NOVA. To deny the Covenant their final prize, Admiral Hood in a final military action detonated NOVA warhead and perished with it. In a single second, a society that had developed over thousands of years completely vanished along with priceless relics from a millennial civilization. It exploded in an incandescent flame that wiped out the planet, its satellite and most of the Covenant armada.

Five Years Later

Humanity had spent almost two years in slipstream, too afraid to travel in a straight line for fear of detection and annihilation. The last fleet slipped through the cosmos, taking a jagged, roundabout path to the outer colonies. Much has happened in that time.
When humanity first defrosted to peek its head into realspace, it encountered a different world. Planets that would have been prime colonies were ignored as hazard to the survival of a race. Flickering radio signals from Covenant colonies were not only the fleet's cue to run, but also stood to mock their lack of a home.

Conflict and strife broke up what was left of the UNSC. Nations once totally united now split into factions that represented a shadow of their now lost countries. The disunity was terrible, people at each other's throats. They each went their own way with little violence, a fatal error, for together they could have stood, now they can only run.

Several ships landed on ruined colonies that were spared the relentless Covenant orbital bombardment, or even reclaimed from their obsidian fates. Small makeshift settlements are slowly beginning to spring up, though they are far from what you will call civilization. Food and water is scarce and less of a priority that anti-detection. Ammunition and weaponry is for the most part outdated, and law depends on the one with the most guns to back him. Shaky alliances have been made with different rebel groups, but trust is always and issue and tension are high. However, there is hope, and the ruined cities of Paris V and Cote d'Azure are slowly returning to life.

The reunified Covenant are not done with Humanity; fueled by the unforgivable sin of the destruction of the Ark, the Covenant has begun to take prisoners for the first time. Nobody is sure what happens to the poor few that enter a Covenant ship in chains, but they are never seen again.
Fighting the Covenant fleet is simply not an option, and engaging in combat is virtual suicide against the Covenant's now vastly superior numbers and technology.

The legendary Spartans seldom see combat, but when they do, you can be sure that the situation is desperate. Kept in cold storage between battles, their lives are a constant stream of losing battles. With the secret to the programs essentially lost, Spartans are a dying breed.

These are the darkest times for Humanity. Survival is the first concern, and there is no place for the weak in this world. And with age-old tensions arising between the Outer Colonies remnants, the fanatically genocidal Covenant, and the first release of the Flood in millennia, nobody can be sure of the future of humanity
Weakness: Untrained and untested ground troops, Improvised mechanized (Cargo lifters, ect), Mainly non-combat personnel.

-=Humans

Army
Private (PVT)
Private First Class (PFC)
Corporal (CPL)
Sergeant (SGT)
Staff Sergeant (SSG)
Sergeant First Class (SFC)
Master Sergeant (MSG)
Sergeant Major (SGM)
Command Sergeant Major (CSM)
Sergeant Major of the Army (SMA)
Second Lieutenant (2LT)
First Lieutenant (1LT)
Captain (CPT)
Major (MAJ)
Lieutenant Colonel (LTC)
Colonel (COL)
Brigadier General (BG)
Major General (MG)
Lieutenat General (LTG)
General (GEN)
General of the Army (GOA)
Navy
Seaman Recruit (SR)
Seaman Apprentice (SA)
Seaman (SN)
Petty Officer Third Class (PO3)
Petty Officer Second Class (PO2)
Petty Officer First Class (PO1)
Chief Petty Officer (CPO)
Senior Chief Petty Officer (SCPO)
Master Chief Petty Officer (MCPO)
Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy(MCPON)
Ensign (ENS)
Lieutenant Junior Grade (LTJG)
Lieutenant (LT)
Lieutenant Commander (LCDR)
Commander (CDR)
Captain (CAPT)
Rear Admiral - lower half (RDML)
Rear Admiral - upper half (RADM)
Vice Admiral (VADM)
Admiral (ADM)
Fleet Admiral (FADM)
Marines
Private First Class (PFC)
Lance Corporal (L Cpl)
Corporal (CPL)
Sergeant (Sgt)
Staff Sergeant (SSgt)
Gunnery Sergeant (GySgt)
Master Sergeant (Msgt)
Sgt Major (SgtMaj)
Master Gunnery Sergeant (MGySgt)
Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps (SgtMajMC)
Second Lieutenant (2nd Lt)
First Lieutenant (1st Lt)
Captain (Capt)
Major (Maj)
Lieutenant Colonel (Lt Col)
Colonel (Col)
Brigadier General (Brig Gen)
Major General (Maj Gen)
Lieutenant General (Lt Gen)
General (Gen)

Human Fractions
Alliance of Eastern Oriental Nations (AEON): Manufacturing, AI/Microcoding technology, high numbers (fighters)
Faction Leader:
Sleeper Ship: Mandate of Heaven
Main Rival: FGM
Fleet Size: 1 Carrier (Kusanagi), 7 Frigates
Weakness: Arrogance

Neo-KolsoVic Dominion (NKVD): Largest Troop Count (Conscripts), Largest Armored Force (out of date but overwhelming mechanized), Most fissile technology(Nuclear weapons)
Faction Leader:
Sleeper Ship: Lenin
Main Rival: UNSC
Fleet Size: 1 Tsar Heavy Cruiser(No fighters, thicker armor), 3 Destroyers
Weakness: Paranoid

Frieden Genesis Movement (FGM): Medical Technology, Most Advanced Armored Force (though slightly smaller than most, it has things such as walkers), Most Refined Energy Weapons(COIL III System, Spartan Lasers)
Faction Leader:
Sleeper Ship: Walküre (Valkyrie)
Main Rival: AEON
Fleet Size: 1 Nibelung Class Strike Cruiser (Halcyon size, with energy weapons), 3 Frigates
Weakness: Rebellious

The Nomads: Most skilled pilots and engineers, most raw resources, most complete star maps.
Faction Leader:
Sleeper Ship: Caelus
Main Rival: Neutral
Fleet Size: 1 Superhauler class Cargoship, 3 Modified luxury ships

Human Sign up Sheet.

Name:
Bio:
Armor:
Picture, or discription:
Age:
Rank:
Branch: (ODST or Marine)
Position: (Team Leader or Team 1-5)
Primary Weapon:
Secondary Weapon:

[freakypred]

(too big for quote, but here is where it cut off.)
Speciality: (Sniper, scout, assault rifle, pistols, knives etc.) Two specialities is limit
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-=The Flood=-
They Strike FeAR into the hearts of the living... They swarm planets in mere seconds, THEY WILL KILL YOU There's no escaping...

The Flood..
There's many different types of flood, combat, marine, brutes, ect. But... only picking those wouldn't be fun. So... to mix things up a bit, the player who wants to be the flood, will start out as a small flood spore. Maybe in a ship, or a testing lab. But that is who you are. Once you spores touch any LIVING tissue and secessfuly attches itself to it. That's what you control! So, anything that lives, can be yours! But... if you die... No problem! you can spawn as another spore, and do it over and over.


Before name:
Name: (Mostly use G and H, Galghug)
Smartness: (1-5000)
Rank: (GraveMind=Controls groups of Flood., Spore=Basic Infantry, Spreader=Makes bases, takes over metal, machines, buildings..)
Weakness: (Does he die in one hit by a sword?)
Powers: Does it have an energy shield?(If spartan/elite.)

This ends part one, (Holy crap, it's so big , It need episodes!) '

[freakypred]

-=Covenant=-
The Covenant, noble knights, religious, deadly, brutal...
Different tpyes of elites.
Sangheili soldiers:
Minor (Blue) - Vuthi
Major (Red) - Linghae
Coordinater (Green) - Heisa
Spec Ops (Black & White) - Sungheisa
Infiltrator - Invisible (Gray & Light Blue) - Konuelu
Rangers (Grav-Pack) - Mingkathi
Commander (White) - Nakaina
Ship Master/Zealot (Gold) – Pihaina

Political sangheili:
Guard (Silver Armor) - Sungtei
Honor Guard (Ornamental Armor) - Sangtai
Councilors (White Crested) - Nakeiji
Representative of the Elites (White) – Vangai

Elites (Sangheili)

Species Name: Sangheili (Called by humans 'Elites')
Species Type: Does not fit in any known animal classes
Description: A sangheili usually stands around 2 - 2.25 meters tall and weighs roughly 90 - 130 Kg. They have heads that are connected directly to the neck via the back of the head. The neck and head are the same width, making it difficult to discern where neck ends and head begins. They have large torsos, arms, and legs. Their knees are inverted and they are double jointed, allowing them to jump much farther than a normal human. Another interesting aspect of the sangheili species is their mouth. They have no discernable bottom jaw, as their teeth are set up on four separate mandibles. Their feet are hoofs similar to that of a deer, but much larger. A sangheili's hand is made up of four fingers – two fingers and two 'thumbs'. Their skin is a grayish color, and it is very thick. They have few biological weak points, as their veins and arteries are not visible through their skin. Female sangheili seem to have lighter colored skin than the males, although that may be because the females spend less time outside fighting. It is assumed that sangheili breathe oxygen, as they breathe air that is the same as the air humans breathe.

Racial Notes
Strengths: Sangheili are incredibly strong, fast, and smart. They are naturally on par with our Spartan IIs, a rather large feat. Also, they alone have personal energy shielding rivaling that of the MJOLNIR suits the Spartans wear. This makes them cunning and dangerous foes.

Weaknesses: However, sangheili can be very proud and often cocky. They will charge almost blindly into a situation that they think they can handle. Of course not all sangheili are like this, but most observed sangheili have exhibited this behavior.

Land-based Military Technological Notes
Sangheili use technology that is shared by the Covenant. However, they alone are permitted to use the energy shielding they have on their armor. Some have thruster packs, as their rank denotes, and all have the ability to breathe in a vacuum. Some sangheili use drop pods similar to those of the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers of the UNSC, but most use the traditional dropships. Sangheili are seen using all kinds of weaponry, although most seem to despise human technology, seeing it as 'unholy'. Only the high ranking and the Konuelo are ever seen with energy swords or plasma swords, as those weapons are weapons that imply an incredibly honorable wielder, and unless an energy sword is stolen, it shows the wielder's devotion to the oporomo, or the Hierarchs. The body armor worn by the sangheili soldiers is very similar to the MJOLNIR armor of the Spartans, complete with energy shields, life support, and a HUD. Sangheili almost always carry grenades.

Brutes
Resembling gorillas, the Brutes (Covenant: Jiralhanae) are first introduced in the novel Halo: First Strike, and later as an enemy in Halo 2. Brutes stand 9' tall, possess immense strength, and have incredible endurance, putting them on the same level as the Elites. Brutes are organized tribally and are led by their chieftain; Tartarus is the first example of this, though numerous other chieftains are seen in Halo. They have a color-based ranking system for the Brutes, much like that of the Elites.

The Brutes have a long-standing rivalry with the Elites, due in great part to the Brutes' unquestioning loyalty to the Covenant religion and, in turn, the Prophets. This animosity eventually culminates into civil war between the two sides and splits the Covenant in two. Simultaneously the Brutes fill the void of the Elites' departure from the Covenant, assuming leadership roles within the Covenant military and becoming the sole protectors of the prophets.

Prior to their new position in the Covenant, the Brutes primarily acted as occupying muscle, and thus were rarely seen beaten by humans. In battle, Brutes are normally deployed in packs and are able to work together and fight as such. When their pack is killed, a remaining Brute will often go berserk, abandoning its weapon and charging the enemy to deliver a succession of melee attacks. Though the Brutes rely on their heavy skin and strategically-positioned pieces of armor in Halo 2, Brutes in Halo 3 utilize shielding technology like the Elites, making them even more deadly. Brutes often utilize their own, less-sophisticated weaponry in Halo 3; in comparison to the plasma and radiation-based weapons used by most of the Covenant, Brute-engineered weaponry relies on projectiles, chemical-based ammunition, or powerful gravity effects.


http://nikon.bungie.org/misc/stuntmutt/l337name/

(If you can't think of an elite name)
Name:
Age:
Race:
Rank/Position: (Spec Ops, Ranger, Chieftan, ect.)
Primary Weapon:
Secondary Weapon:
Specialty:!)

-=Spartans=-
The Elite of the humans, they are the best of the best, they're bred for blood shed, they are SPARTANS.
Project MJOLNIR (Note that Spartan-IIs get to choose these at no cost)

MJOLNIR Mark V Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark V Body
MJOLNIR Mark V Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark V Legs

MJOLNIR Mark VI Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI Body
MJOLNIR Mark VI Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI Legs

MJOLNIR Mark VI/Scout Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Scout Body
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Scout Shoulder Pads

MJOLNIR Mark VI/CQB Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/CQB Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI/CQB Body

MJOLNIR Mark VI/EVA Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/EVA Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI/EVA Body

MJOLNIR Mark VI/EOD Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/EOD Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI/EOD Body

MJOLNIR Mark VI/ODST Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/ODST Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI/ODST Body

MJOLNIR Mark VI/Recon Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Recon Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Recon Body

MJOLNIR Mark VI/Rogue Helmet

MJOLNIR Mark VI/Security Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Security Shoulder Pads

MJOLNIR Mark VI/Recon Helmet
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Recon Shoulder Pads
MJOLNIR Mark VI/Recon Body

Project: HAYABUSA (Only for the Elite Spartans.)

HAYABUSA Helmet
HAYABUSA Body
HAYABUSA Shoulder Pads
HAYABUSA Legs
HAYABUSA Katana (Replaces Combat Knife as melee weapon)

Semi Powered Infiltration (Provided to Spartan-IIIs free)

SPI Helmet
SPI Body
SPI Shoulder Pads
SPI Legs
SPI Camouflage Unit

Spartan armor list, in case you forgot.

Also, S-IIIs get Active Camo but not shields.

Name:
Service Number:
Age:
Picture, or discription:
Armor: (Boots, bodys, legs, ect.)
Primary Weapon:
Secondary:
Special Abilitys:
Bio:
Code Name:
Squad:
Location:

Here's a the basics, You can customize your wepaon to your needs, no Uburing it.

Human Weapons:

M6C/G/D Pistols
MA5K/ B/ C Assault Rifles
BR55/BR55HB SR Battle Rifles
M90 CAWS Shotgun
MA2B Assault Rifle
MA3 Assault Rifle
SRS99C/D-S2 AM Sniper RIfles
M7/M7S SMGs
M7057 Flamethrower
W/AV M6 G/GNR Laser
M41/M19 Rocket Launchers

Covenant Weapons:

Type-25 Grenade Launcher(Brute shot)
Type-25 Spike Rifle(Spiker)
Type-25 Pistol(Mauler)
Type-33 Guided Munitions Launcher(Needler)
Type-25 Directed Energy Pistol(Plasma pistol)
Type-25 Directed Energy Rifle(Plasma rifle)
Type-51 Carbine
Type-1 Energy Sword
Type-33 Light Anti Armor Weapon(Fuel Rod Gun)
Type-2 Gravity Hammer

You all should know the Vechicles.

-=Planets=-
Earth
The Ark, Earth
The Ark, Space
High Chairty, Flood Capital
Yermo (Covenant)
Iruiru (Covenant)
Halo's
Onyx

you can also make your own plaents, or survivors, rebels or city planets.

[darksora2323]

wow

[freakypred]

Name:Ero Ileme
Age:25
Race:Elite
Rank/Position: Red
Primary Weapon: Plasma Carbine
Secondary Weapon: Energy Sword
Specialty: Long Distance Offence

(This starts off a few weeks after war broke between the Elites and the Brutes.)

Having slain another brute, Ero says:

I cannot believe the Prophets would betray us in such a way!

((Seriously guys, I made the thread to have something to do while we wait for Left 4 Dead, It couldn't hurt to roleplay.))

[freakypred]

Ero has been stranded on earth for some time, having stowed away on the Prophets ship like Master Chief did. Now finding time to kill brutes, but still isolated from his own race. After several days of primal survival against the menace, Ero stop's near a small pond to rest.

At least I am doing my brothers a favor by exterminating these traitors.

After sleeping several hours, Ero wakes up in the middle of the night, hearing the sound of an explosion in the area. Tempted by curiosity, Ero climbs over a hill and narrowly avoids a fall that would send him down into a pack of trees and bush.

Where did that explosion come fro-

Ero's sentance is halted by the site of a crashed escape pod.

Walking to the escape pod, Ero clears the dirt off the window. Looking inside to see a spartan inside.

Is this....the legendary demon? No, his armor is much different. Perhaps the collision has killed him...

Taking the spartan for dead, Ero only walks a few feet away until the sound of a clunk and footsteps reach him.

Turning around, the escape pod is empty.

Erm...demon, I know you linger close by, so do not attempt to make yourself scarce. I presume you seek the same goal as I.

[freakypred]

...Show yourself.

Suddenly, a metalic hand darts around the corner and scuff's Ero around the neck.

Heheh...you are not as origonal as you take yourelf to be. Release me, I mean you no harm.

The spartan asks Ero in a hostile tone:

Don't joke with me. Humans have been at war with you for some time, why would you rebel against the covenant.

Ero replies with a sad tone:

Because the Prophets have turned against us. I now realise you have been away from the conflict for some time. Much should be explained to you, but we have no time. The explosion has undoubtably been heard by the brutes and their lesser forces.

The spartan lets go and follows Ero through the jungle until they reach a cave.

So, mind filling me in?

Ero scopes around the area until he is sure there are no signs of a threat.

Very well, but I suggest you take a seat, explaination may take a while.

After hours of telling the spartan all that has happened, dawn approaches.

I was then overwhelmed by the flood and forced to take refuge in a ship that was destined to reach this planet.

Ero leans back against the wall and yawns for being awake so long, and explaining so much.

Have you been in contact with the elites lately? The spartan asks

No. I have no knowledge of them even surviving the large forces of the Prophets. I don't even know what planet this is.

This is earth.The spartan informs Ero.

This is your homeworld?

Yeah, I was frozen for a while, then I woke up as our ship was assaulted and I used an escape pod to make it out alive.

Then we should make contact with the humans emediatly.

I agree, but we need to find a pelican or some sort of radio.

Ero thinks for a while, then realizes all the human transports the spartan called "pelican".

Ah, I see. I have encountered a few crash site's that involved your pelicans.

Good. That means UNSC has made a base somewhere around here.

[freakypred]

((For any of you that are curious, you can enter the roleplay at any time, anywhere, as anybody(as long as your not a main character like MC, arbiter, johnson, and the other guys.)))

[darksora2323]

wow

[freakypred]

((Guys, ITS JUST A ROLEPLAY. Don't be jerks about it, I just made this thread so we have something to do while we wait for Left 4 Dead. darksora is the closest person to being involved in the roleplay.))

((Interact with the thread or ignore it, just dont waste words on being hateful torwards an RP thread.))

darksora is the closest person to being involved in the roleplay.

((used to, then edited his post. lol))

[freakypred]

Are you recognized with any covenant made weapons?Ero asks

Yeah. Hey, can I ask you something?

Go ahead.

Can you call me something other than a demon?

Of course. What may I refer you as?

Spartan will do, I guess.Spartan replies

Very well. There is a cache of covenant crafted weapons near those trees.

Edit

((This isnt master chief im with, he's a different spartan project.))

[freakypred]

Spartan, there is a phantom landed close by our location. I spotted their camp yesterday. Will it's transmission work for contacting your human base?

I guess. I can connect to a UNSC frequency and radio for an evac to base.

Excellent. They usualy sleep later than dawn, so we may have element of suprise.

Spartan picks a plasma rifle and a plasma pistol.

You enjoy long distance offence?

Yeah.

The spartan chuckles.

You?

I prefer the same technique.

[nolife2000]

Name:Tsunde
Age:31
Race:Elite
Rank/Position: White
Primary Weapon: Plasma Rifle
Secondary Weapon: Energy Sword
Specialty: Planetary Defence

(now make a story for him?)

[freakypred]

((Go ahead, you can interact with me and the spartan if you want.))

[nolife2000]

Tsunde watches in horror as hundreds of brute dropshipes soar down to Yermo.
"By the Gods! To arms my bretheren, we shall utterly destroy the invaders and keep a firm grasp on our homeland!"Nearby elites release a grunt in agreement, and then begin to order their squads in to position. He walks over to his second in command and begins to explain to him..."Brother, order all battalions to fight to the last man, and inform them that their is no falling back,"
"Yes, sir!" he replies and hurries to a nearby radio.

[freakypred]

((Wait, are you a loyalist, or a seperatist?))

[nolife2000]

((Let's just say I'm not with the prophets :P))

[freakypred]

((Yeah, your a seperatist.))

[nolife2000]

((wait is it third or first person?))

[freakypred]

Near mid-day, Ero and Spartan get into strategical sniper points and wait for all the brutes to show.

((Here is where I will introduce how to use radio.))

[-R-]Spartan, are you in a good position?

[-R-]Oh yeah, they wont know what hit them.

[-R-]Indeed. On my signal, open fire apon their brute leaders.

[-R-]Will do.

Minutes later, Ero use's a piece of glass to signal an opening for fire.

After a couple of brutes fall, the one in the phantom shout's:

What is going on out there?!

Were under atta-

The brute was cut short after a shot to the head.

Any survivors enter through the gravity lift! Were falling back!

Ero engage's active camo and dives up the gravity lift. He sneaks behind the brute captain and shove's his energy sword into the back of his throat.

Urggrrgle.... The brute gurgles as blood gushes out of his neck and mouth.

Spartan appears through the gravity lift and enter's the pilot room. Sounds of struggle and muffled cries are heard inside.

Very professionaly done, spartan.

Thanks, you were equally brutal yourself.

Of course. Ero smiles with sick pride.

[freakypred]

((The best I can describe it is third person, you say what your character(and any other characters you made to interact with yours)is doing, saying, and interacting with.))

[freakypred]

Spartan sit's in the covenant pilot seat, pop's his knuckles, then stare's cluelessly at the covenant contol panels.

Err...this look's harder than I thought...

They did not train you with any covenant controls?

They had no covenant equiptment for us to be familiarized with.

That's understandable.

Ero swap's seats with Spartan and presses various buttons.[/b]

What is the frequency for your UNSC?

801, then dial 911

[i]Ero presses buttons on the number panel. A dialing sound is heard.

Switch me seats, I know what to say.

Very well.

Spartan sits in the pilot seat.

Nine one one emergancy, how may I direct your call?

May I speak with a UNSC base?

The closest base is New Mombasa.

May I speak with them please?

Yes sir, please hold.

After a while of waiting, Ero says:

I didn't realize your human transmissions were so organized.

It wont be so organized for long Spartan replies

A few minutes later, a brief static spark hits the radio and a UNSC officer says:

This is New Mombasa, please state the nature of your emergancy.

This is Spartan 168, May I speak with a commanding officer.

Oh, yes sir! One sec'.

[nolife2000]

The swarms of incoming dropships reduce their speed as they near the surface of the planet. They then stop only a couple if meters of the ground. With their plasma cannons firing on any seperatist forces in the area, the vessels quickly drop their squads withheld and fly off towards friendly airspace. The Brute squad leaders roar and command their grunts or jackals to charge the elites, knowing that without cover they will quickly be torn to shreds.

Tsunde runs to the front line of the fighting and fires his Plasma Rifle in controlled bursts, while frightned seperatist grunts blind fire their weapons over cover.

"Do not fear the enemy, show them our strength and courage!"

advised Tsunde. He aimed for a Brute commander who's headress gave away his rank. The Brute's shield flared and quickly disapated, while his head caved in under the combined pressure and heat of the blast.

[nolife2000]

The Loyalist forces under command of the dead Brute quickly fled at the sight of their dead leader. Leavin a small gap between the Loyalist battalions.

"Now brothers, we must outflank and defeat the rest of Brute forces. Come with me."

"Sir, there's an Sandstorm brewing a couple of kilometers from our current position."

"Good, we can use the storm to make up for the lack of cover out there."

So Tsunde, leading one of squads, ran further into enemy territory under cover of the storm hoping to cause a considerable amount of panic in the enemy forces.

[Stupoider]

Name: Gordon Freeman
Bio: Human.. or is he?
Armor: HEV suit.
Picture, or discription: He has glasses. And a beard. A brown one.
Age: Unknown.
Rank: Anti Citizen #1?
Branch: Black Mesa.
Position: Doctor.
Primary Weapon: Crowbar.
Secondary Weapon: Gravity Gun.
Gordon Freeman appears at the scene of the crime, his HEV suit glistening, his glasses.. glinting and his crotch as perky as ever. He slings his crowbar onto his back, and holds a Superman pose as he looks around at the corpses.
He takes out his Gravity Gun, throws it into a combine weapon filter, the lights flash as his Gravity Gun becomes super charged.
He walks over the corpses towards the few survivors, before clicking the left mouse button on the gun, flinging them into the distances, occuring in several cartwheels and major lol.

He remains mute, and smacks his crowbar against the corpses faces to move the cadavers in blood.

He remains mute.

[freakypred]

This is Captain Keys, who is this and explain why you are in a phantom.

Yes ma'am. This is Spartan 168, I am with an Elite Seperatist. We are requesting an evac to base.

[nolife2000]

Tsunde crept quietly with his squad behind enemy lines, looking for the right spot to attack. While using the cover of the sand storm he silently snuck up behind a occupied Brute who was using a radio located on his wrist. Tsunde energized his sword and with one quick thrust stabbed the Brute through his neck, prohibiting him from alerting the rest. Then when he heard a vehicle incoming he ordered his squad,

" Use Active Camouflage...now."

Then in an instant the groups of elites vanished.

[freakypred]

After hours of waiting, a pelican appears out in the horizon.

[-R-]This is echo 71, are you the evac call?

[-R-]Indeed we are, we have taken shelter inside this phantom and warded off brute attacks. Spartan has suffered an injury to his left leg.

[-R-]Roger that, sending down heavy lift gear and medical equiptment.

Spartan and Ero board the pelican and take hours to fly to Mombasa.

((By making this little cliff hanger, I have time to deal with school tomorrow.))

((And use italics fonts for when something is going on.))

[freakypred]

We just ignore it and RP along.

Go ahead and make an ego, if your going for an elite, you can use that link I have in the option's post. (Cause its undoubtably hard to make a name for an elite.)

Edit:

OK, I admit it, I had to use it too...but I liked the result.

[Kazary]

http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/892/masterchief2ee1.jpg (http://imageshack.us)


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N0W C4N SUm1 PLZ CL05E Teh W1ND00W IZ RUIN1N 7EH MuuUVIEEEE!

( i love halo really but i just wanted to be a prat for a minute xD)

[freakypred]

You did a good job of it. lol

Nice picture, btw.

[Kazary]

took me 100000 hours in Photoshop

[freakypred]

That's photoshop? Looks like something out of paint. Funny, nontheless.

[freakypred]

After hours of flight, they finaly near the base.

At last! I thought our journey would never end!Ero exclaims with excitement.

The other marines wake up in their landing seats and yawn

Were in view of the base now!The pilot shouts, thinking everyone is still asleep.

Just a couple more...

BOOM

The forest serounding the base explodes, along with the building hidden inside.

By the rings! What was the cause of that explosion?!Ero shouts

[freakypred]

[-R-]Explos*fzzzzz*ame from insi*fzzzz*ase.

[-R-]Please repeat that, we are having major static jam from the explosion.The pilot requested, still shocked by the explosion

[-R-]One min*fzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*.......There, are you hearing me clearly on your side?

[b][-R-]Yeah, go ahead.

[b][-R-]That explosion came from inside the base. Captain Keys informed us about a timed bomb inside the base. They think Chief got out just fine.

Ahh, cool! How *cough*...is Chief doing?

From what I know, extremely well.Ero replied

[-R-]Are there any Rally points specified by a commanding officer?

[-R-]Yeh', they need support taking down an A.A. Plasma Cannon set up by the brutes, think you can handle taking out their infantry platoon under the cannon?

Ero walks up behind the pilot.

The brutes will be easily dealt with. Are there any reinforcements to assist us?

[-R-]Sure, think you might need some extra support?

[-R-]I guess, we may need more than sheer guts for this.

[-R-]There's an elite with you?!?

Fear not, I seek the same goal as you.

[-R-]Ok, if you say so...The radio clicks off

Spartan, do you think you can manage against a couple of brutes?

Sure, but I think I might wanna take sniper spot for this one.

UnderstoodThe elite nodded, handing Spartan a sniper rifle

Any suggestions for what human crafted weapon I should use?

I usually prefer 2 machine guns, with one assault rifle.Spartan chuckled, fingers rapping on the handle of his rifle.

Are they anything like duel wielding 2 plasma rifles?

Yeah, but the reloading is annoying.

I will manage.