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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 10:34 pm
The Blue Commander looked at at the other side of the large table, the Red commander stared at him back with beady, black eyes, as opposed to the Blue's hawk-like yellow eyes. "Unfortunately there is no other way."
"Damn. I can't believe we have to work with you blue idiots. I'll send the order." The Red Commander grumbled. "Who will lead the raid against thos ****ing aliens?"
The Blue Commander let out a sigh, the Red Commander would get a kick out of his, "As a sign of.... faith between our temporary peace I have decided that the leader of the operation will be... Staff Sergant Sarge. But his second in command will still be of my choosing."
The enemy Commander looked impressed, "Who will you choose then? The Blue Commander sighed. Who would he choose? He'd decide when the squad members showed up. Somehow a group of Brutes had gotten past the Border of the Red vs. Blue testing. They'd have to get the Reds and the Blues to stop them. One goal at a time.
Meanwhile the soldiers who would be fighting were being transported to where the fighting would start. Behind the small glass mirrors they could see giant covvenant ships with menacing lasers. A robot told them what to do.
"Welcome to the warzone soldier! Report to the holograms of your Commander and get your goal! Remember not to kill each other and watch out for big lasers! You ARE expendable so don't worry! Now GO GO GO!!!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:27 pm
Private Miles O'Henry
Red Army
Red/Blue Army transport
S.S.D.D.
Miles was unnerved, being able to see the Covenant ships so nearby. The robot obviously had a sick sense of humor, because it wasn't helping with morale. Miles checked the charge on his plasma pistol, a nervous habit he had developed from spending so much time training with energy weapons. Satisfied that its energy cells wouldn't deplete with a few shots, he replaced it on his belt. He sat back down in his seat and buckled in, awaiting the final approach to the landing pad.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:23 pm
Private Troy Winans
Red Mlitary
Transport
S.S. Something O' Other
Winans chuckled as he heard Sergent McMuffin say his piece to the greens. They didn't know what they were getting into, sooner or later they ould see how bad the base was, he was the only engineer left alive. It was a load of horse*** that he had to be the green's tour guides but he lost to Sarge in a drinking contest. He knew he shouldn'tve drunk before the game. He went for his extra beer but realized that his helmet got in the way. The air was toxic... he couldn' breather it in... He cursed under his breath and said to the greens, "You better put on your helmets, now. The air be killing your lungs worse than smokes." He spent years recreating his mild accent into a cheesy one whenever he wanted. The landing was coming up... hopefully not all of the greens died from sudden lung cancer... Aas he landed a covenant tanks shot at the vechile. Grazing it. He would have to patch that up later...
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:01 pm
Private Miles O'Henry
Red Military
Red/Blue Transport
Ah hell...
The plasma mortar grazed the ships hull, causing a hole to burn into one of the cargo bays. Miles quickly secured his helmet, not wanting the hull breach to incapacitate him before the mission even began. "Damn, we're already under attack." commented Miles. Thats just great. As soon the ship touched down, the troops would have to take out that tank. He just hoped he could rely on them to not get him killed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:53 pm
Pvt. William Dye
Blue Military
Red/Blue Transport
FNG
Will's transport was filled with scary looking men, none of which wore any colors. Most of them were elites and when he had tried to introduce himself, all he had gotten was a gruff "******** off." How rude these mercenaries were. He just hoped he could prove himself to them when the fighting started. The transport touched ground and the doors opened. Not waiting for the rest of the team, Will ran outside, shooting blindly at far away enemies. While he ran he thought,
"This is my first mission, I know I hav-"
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Major Gixanald Belonov
RRF. Commando, Merc Team 1
Call sign: Grix
Blarg...I'm back, bitches.
Grix watched as the poor froob got himself fragmented by a Covenant plasma mortar. Grix knew the soldier wouldn't last long, and he knew that he wouldn't be the first to dire today. Gathering his five man team of Spartans, Grix looked for the most solid piece of cover he could find. He spotted a large rock formation that hid him from Covenant fire and charged his team through the kill zone. One of his men was hit by a plasma burst and was cut in half. Ducking the spray of blood, Grix reached the rock and watched the rest of the teams land. They had their own objective today. While the Reds and Blues did their thing, Grix was here to kill tanks. Each man was to receive 1,000 extra credits for each piece of Covenant armor they personally destroyed. It would be a fun day.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:17 pm
Private Miles O'Henry
Red Military
Red Team Three
Let's not die right now.
Miles jumped out of the ship as soon as the doors opened. The ship dropped several mongooses out of its vehicle bay, and lifted off once each of the troops were clear. His squad's job was to take out the AA-wraiths to the East of the LZ. They mounted the mongooses, Miles driving one, with a man with a rocket launcher on the back. The three Mongooses took off at a speed matched only by the Covenant's Ghosts. As the squad approached the Anti Air tanks, enemy choppers attempted to engage them. Two of the mongooses swerved past the choppers, but one was crushed by the larger vehicle's wheel, killing the two men riding it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 12:00 am
Private Troy Winans
Red Military
Cursing
I was just getting bored
The job was simple: stop the tanks that hurt his ship. He'd gladly do it, but he didn't want to use those weak, average mongooses. HE pulled out his own, personal mongoose from the back of the transport it was set up to be faster, and had two assualt rifles that were on the sides, and a rocket launcher attacked on the back. While he was driving he pondered as to why he was the only engineer left. The rest died, obviously, but they should've sent replacements. Of course he kept the base running. He hated being a prodigy. He cursed a lot under his breath.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:13 pm
Private Miles O'Henry
Red Military
Red Team 3
East of LZ
I wish, I wish I was a fish... Oh right I am!
Miles' Mongoose sped towards the AA Wraiths. As he drove in a circle around the tank, the gunner tried to hit them with his plasma cannon. Miles' partner let loose with his rocket launcher, firing both tubes at the backside of the Wraith. Then the pair of Red soldiers drove by the second and third Anti-Air Wraith, performing the same procedure. Miles' partner, Private Mike, missed with his last rocket. The third wraith was not destroyed, while the missle flew and exploded harmlessly on the cliff ten meters away. Rocks that were knocked lose from the explosion fell, landing on top of several Ghosts that were chasing the other Mongoose in Miles' squad. The other human vehicle free of enemy fire then fired its rockets at the remaining wraith.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 12:10 pm
Brute Brutis McBruff
Covenant Military
Front Lines
Revenge!!!
The brutes alpha forces were anhilated but the demotlitionist grabbed a brute launcher and aimed for the pesky humans. His chieftan shouted and charged, calling various of the remaining brutes to grab weapons and prepare. The enraged brutes created a massive powerful force.
Private Troy Winans
East of LZ
Hard to kill
"They're regrouping get ready for a fight. F*** yeah!" Winans shouted happily as he prepared am extra special surprise. The wraiths were nothing compared to this. But the kid did good, maybe now they'd see the hardcore engineer at work.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:00 pm
Private Miles O'Henry
Red Military
Red Team 3
East of LZ
Run Away!
The Brutes charged. Team Three pulled away on their Mongooses, relying on their superior speed to allow them to regroup with the other humans. As soon as they reached the rest of the human forces, Miles asked "Who is in command?" He needed to find out what Team Three's new orders were, since most of the Wraiths were wrecked. They would probably end up continuing their hit-and-run tactics because they still had the Mongooses. What ever it ended up being, Miles really hoped it wasn't something stupid.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 11:13 am
(Sorry thta I haven't updated it in a while, my life's been aliving hell, I'll continue this more often. Weneed more RPers...)
Staff Sergent Sarge
Red Military
The Battlefield
No running away for you!
There was the sound of a shotgun c**k. "I am., as far as your concerned! What in Sam'shell are you doing running away likemamby pambies!No new ammo,beat those furballs down if you have to! Charge! For our ancesters! He charged on a mongoose and made a gesture for )O'Pansy to follow go with him and finish it. Henoticed the stupid engineer wasfollowing them into battle. The help shouldn't be with soldier what was the idiot thinking?!
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 6:09 pm
Private Miles O'Henry
Red Military
Red Team Three
East of LZ
Yay?
"Yes sir Sergeant!" Miles shouted back to Sarge.
"Hit it!" Mike told him.
Team Three's mongooses followed Sarge's in the charge. As they approached, the Covenant Choppers began their own charge, led by a chieftain in a Ghost. The remaining Wraith's stayed back, providing the Brutes with artillery support. Grunts and Brutes without vehicles followed their brethren into battle, though at a slower pace, making them easy targets for the Human sniper teams.
Corporal David Matthis
Blue Military
Sniper Team Five
Northeast of LZ
Keeping infantry at bay
David watched the enemy infantry advance in his sniper scope. He was perched on an outcropping that he had scaled to get a better view of the battlefield. His partners, Private Banks and PFC Potter, were nearby.
"Focus your fire on the Brutes. I'll take the Grunts." Matthis said over his squad comm channel.
Potter and Banks' rifles began to crack in unison as they fired on the large targets. Davis peered through his scope, mentally marking a Grunt with a fuel rod gun as his target. He decided that he would kill all of the ones equipped with anti-vehicle weapons before he focused on those that were less dangerous. David squeezed the trigger, and hoped that the wind didn't interfere with his team's accuracy.
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