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 Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:40 pm
Intro: Crash Site Pelican 505
 The Mission was simple; Go in and get Dr. Sandra Lee, her crew, her kit. And then Bang out back to the Autumn's Grace. We were trying to keep the Fleet hidden from the Covenant bastards so we hid it behind the moon so they couldn't find us, or known that we were here evacuating the people off of the planet right underneath the Covenant's ugly nose. If the Covenant knew we were evacuating people, they would know we would have a fleet near by and most likely destroy it leaving all of us stranded here on Ulysses. So we sent in 6 pelicans of lightly armed marines to make sure we had hold of Dr. Sandra Lee before we launched an all out evac. In which the Fleet would jump in, pick up every one within a set time limit before jumping right back out. Hopefully back to some place safe, like Earth.... the last stand for humanity.
Each Pelican was loaded with a full squad of marines fresh from boot. Tares looked around to view the others from his standing position right out side of the cockpit. They already broke into the atmosphere and we about two minutes from entering the city were they would fly through the city to the far side of Christel and set down near the crash-site of a Christel Police drop-ship. Hopefully the Doctor was still alive and they could pick her up and leave. Tares from his point of view could see all of the young un-scared faces of his Fire Team the he would lead as Team Leader. They were 1st Squad Alpha Team, the tip of the spear for the rest of his platoon. The back door to the pelican was already open and the squad leader was the only sergeant, who was in fact the man sitting closest to the open door. He had his finger pinned to the side of his helmet as he was trying to listen in for more orders or intel. Every one could hear the loud rustling of the wind as they reach their cruising speed as the 6 pelican drop-ships finally broke into the outskirts of Christel. "Lock and Load Boys!", The squad leader shouted over the engines. "Touch down in five!"
The young squad checked weapons and slammed fresh magazines into never used weapons. As if on cue a huge shock waved rocked the pelican sending Tares on his a**. The sergeants helmet flew off and every one saw it tumble towards the Pelican following theirs, it was a bewildering sight as aircraft they were just looking at erupted in flames of fiery red with a blue streak streaming right through the craft. The explosion consumed the drop-ship behind them and left nothing but fragments.
Blue plasma streak across the sky from what they could see. The remaining drop-ships dipped and weaved through the incoming fire avoiding what they could against the rain. A locked-on bolt must have hit the pelican next to us causing it to dip and smash into the side of theirs. Tares felt no sense of horizon in the tumbling Pelican. He griped on to the handhold for dear life, he caught himself glancing down at his boots and seeing nothing but sky, witnessing the sergeant vanish from everyones view out into the open sky never to be seen again. With a sudden thud and huge crash everything turned black while in a Pelican crash into a three story building nose down. 
This is where your story begins. As the three other Pelican drop-ships are forced to move to the Rally Point and regroup with the UNSC forces already in the city, you awake from the blackness to view sparks, shrapnel, and rumble. You begin now... Marine.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:03 pm
 TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team text text text text text
[M90 Tactical Shotgun - 12 shell load: 48 shells total]
[BR55 Battle Rifle -36 round magazine: 144 rounds total: 4 magazines]
[Standard Sidearm (M6C) -12 round magazine: 60 rounds total: 5 magazines]
[Standard Combat Knife- sheathed]
[OCC: ]
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 9:14 pm
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team  Babble Babble Babble Babble 
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 10 Magazines
One M7 Sub Machine Gun 60 Round Magazine, 240 Rounds Total, 4 Magazines
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
M7 SMG
Combat Knife x 2
M6C pistol.
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:26 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team
Black faded into blur, a hazy grey. A constant piercing ring that rattled from the the the what? What happened? Tares forced his eyes open turning his vision from the hazing grey to actual grey smoke that filled the troop bay. Sparks flew as the hydraulics leaked fluid all along the grated steel floor of the Pelican dripping onto his face causing him to cough. The aircraft was torn open with all the passenger seats on the left side were missing. Tares laid there for a couple seconds trying to remember what happened to him. He found himself laying on his back sprawled out with a weight on his chest, there were rifles, magazines, a helmet and a body all on Tares's chest. From what the gravity felt like, it seemed the Pelican crash landed nose straight down, with Tares on the bottom of a pile that was on the wall right next to the c**k pit door. He heard the several groans from other people around him, with a small red troop bay light pulsing rhythmically. The Corporal roll the dead body of one of his squad-mates off of him. He brushed the tossed the magazines, rifles, chunks of metal and concrete off him rolling over slowly onto his hands and knees gasping for air. The smoke that curled through the cabin made him cough from his attempt for a deep breath, static came over the squad comm's which meant no one was talking. Trying to find the squad's long range radio in this mess would be impossible. Tares tried to call out but the smoke was becoming a problem, "Any one else alive? Speak up?"
Corporal Tares tried to stand but there were harnesses hanging and crates and other debris blocking his way, so he shifted to the other side of the door so he could see out the back of the plane which was pointing straight toward a smoke filled sky. From there Tares could see some bodies still hanging in the harnessed seats on the side of the plane that wasn't missing. He noticed the squad's Medic was the man closest to the open bay door, he either died in the crash or was knocked out completely, because the man wasn't moving. Tares heard a groan below him, must have been one of the pilots, so he squatted down brushed debris away from the door and he noticed the Pilot and Co-pilot's names; Petty Officer Second Class Rivers, and Apprentice Crewman Ramirez. Tares tried the control panel but the door didn't slid open as it was commanded, "Piece of s**t," Tares had to force the door open some how, he grabbed one of the battle rifles laying around and punched the barrel's tip through the crack in the door. He made it through, the door slid open an inch, enough for him to get his fingers in for a grip. He yanked on the door and a shrieking of metal noise came from the door as the hydraulics released. Tares leaned into the cockpit and was surprised to find anyone alive after a nosedive. "Dont worry buddy, we'll get you out. Just hang in there." The entire nose of the craft was crushed and slammed into the cockpit way to far from where it was supposed to be. He crawled into the severely cramped cockpit crushing the glass underneath his boots with every step he took. The only step Tares could use was the control panel, so he took it, mashing non-responsive buttons and crunching more glass, his right hand held most of his weight on the cockpit door and with his left he put it on the Co-Pilots shoulder trying to stir the aviator. "Hey man, you okay? Can you move? Try moving your legs." Tares tried to wipe his brow but his helmet was in the way. The conditions in the downed aircraft were dark except for a single red flashing light in the bay, but even then the smoke made it even harder to see.
[M90 Tactical Shotgun - 12 shell load: 48 shells total]
[BR55 Battle Rifle -36 round magazine: 144 rounds total: 4 magazines]
[Standard Sidearm (M6C) -12 round magazine: 60 rounds total: 5 magazines]
[Standard Combat Knife- sheathed]
[OCC: Begin ROLE-PLAY! ]
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:51 pm
Udesla Ramirez Pilot | Crewman Recruit | UNSC | Flight Crew | Alpha Team  [[OCC : I dont know how banged up you want us to be. Let me know if I need to be more injured.]] Udesla was awaken by the shake on his shoulder. His eye sight was a blur, the voice of the man touching him was a distant echo thanks to the ringing in his ear. Udesla told himself to move as the voice commanded, he raised his hands to his helmet. As he moved his arms, his senses started combing back to him. He could feel the cold helmet, smell the blood mixed with broken machinery, and hear the voice clearly. Udesla also could unforunately feel his injuries. Udesla could feel that his right arm was in immense pain, and his breathing pained him. As he slowly took off his flight helmet, Udesla felt the hot blood trickle down his face. With his working left arm he checked his head injury, it was just a cut thankfully. Udesla slowly moved his legs, as he moved his left leg a pain shot up to him that made him gasp. Either it was broken or cut open deep Udesla couldn't tell glued to the seat in front of the broken cockpit. He recognized the voice that called out to him, it was the Corporal Damascus. Udelsa slowly turned his head to the Corporal. "Sir! I'm alive surprsingly, my left leg is pretty damaged I can't tell if it's broken or what but it hurts--a lot. I'll try to get up with my right leg and let's see if we can get out of here and get some payback."Even though with the tough talk, Udesla was in serious pain as he slowly got up from the chair. Putting most of his weight on his right leg, he got up and looked for his weapons. His assault rifle was banged up amongst the debris, but he checked his belt. Udesla's M6C was still in tact in its holster on his belt along with the standard combat knife. He checked the magazine holsters on the belt, five of the ten magazines were broken. Udesla painfully tossed the broken magazines out of the belt and loaded one into his pistol. [Standard Side Arm (M6C) - 12 Round Magazine, 60 Rounds Total, 5 Magazines] [Standard Combat Knife - sheathed] - Standard UNSC Flight Suit - Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:57 pm
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team The first thing Archades knew was that someone near by was loud, loud enough for their voice to rouse him from unconsciousness. The voice made the throbbing in his head beat stronger, telling him that he had suffered head trauma of some kind. He opened his eyes and frowned as the scene in front of him swam in and out of focus. When it stabilized, he realized that he was face down on the deck of the Pelican. With a soft grunt, the combat medic pushed himself off of the ground, and flipped over so that he was laying on his back. After a moment of rest, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, then pulled his helmet off. From what the person - Archades vaguely recognized him as one of the flight officers of the Pelican that they had been on - was saying, they were figuring out what they had suffered. His right hand slid up and probed around his head, wincing as he found a swelling lump near the top of his spine. Aside from that, it seemed he had managed to avoid getting to banged up. He looked up and saw the pilot stand up near the front and check his weapons, prompting the medic to wearily stand up, and nearly double over. "I'm...functional Corporal. I think I have a broken or cracked rib though." He gingerly probed the right side of his chest, and sighed in relief when he felt that his rib was still attached, just cracked a bit. He stumbled over to where he had had his weapons and gear strapped in and quickly grabbed them - the rifle was in one piece, but two of the magazines had been snapped, sending the bullets across the bay. His SMG was thankfully undamaged, as were the magazines. Then he frowned - his knife kit was messed up, one of the blades missing. "Corporal! Permission to check to see if the emergency kit has something for the pilot's leg?" He winced again as he straightened up. He was trying to ignore the fact that he had failed - he knew that at least some of the Marines around him were dead, and that felt like a slap in the face to the combat medic.
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 8 Magazines
One M7 Sub Machine Gun 60 Round Magazine, 240 Rounds Total, 4 Magazines
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
M7 SMG
Combat Knife x 2
M6C pistol.
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:06 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team "We are in no shape for some pay back. We are combat ineffective." Tares muttered to the Co-Pilot, just enough for him to hear. As the pilot checked his weapon it made Tares freeze in a split second of shock, Where was his weapons? Any of them. He still had his shotgun ammo, all of it, but just like the pilots most of his magazines were bent and unable to expend a bullet into a weapon, so they were useless. Once again hydraulic flood dripped down the from of Tares's face so he tried to wipe it away, Now that he thought about it, he had labored breathing too, but he had to worry about his men first. Thats when Montague's voice called out to him. "Hey Doc you alright with that cracked rib? I would rather not have you squeeze down here and something happen. Check and see if anyone else is alive up there." Tares paused to take in a labored breath and wipe more hydraulic fluid from his face. "I'll try to see if i can get him up there in the bay. Bring him to you." Tares coughed as he bent down to pulled the Co-Pilots seat harnesses away from the man and get them out of the way so no one's boots got caught on them. It was like music to his ears to hear some one above them moving, especially the combat medic. Tares took a knee and braced to give the Co-Pilot a boost out of the cockpit to cargo-bay/ troop bay. "See if you can see a shotgun when you get up there." Tares joked, he knew this wasn't a time to joke but he thought it would ease the pilots concentration from his leg. He noticed that the pilot's leg was bleeding profusely, like it had multiple lacerations from either the glass of the cockpit or from the concrete sticking through the windshield. After giving the pilot a boost he turned around in the cramp and smashed cockpit to check the other pilot, She was slumped over in her seat, he couldn't really tell her facial features because it was so dark in the cockpit. But he leaned her back to find a horrifying sight, her face was smashed in with some of the rumble, and concrete. Blood was pooling from the hole in her face, well he wasn't sure if it was blood or brain matter. It didn't matter, the Medic cant flash clone a brain. But he checked her and stripped her of her usable gear and handed them to the Co-Pilot above him, she was missing a lot of gear but the manage to find several pistol magazines and power-bars, he took her water source too. "Hey, Pilot, what's your name?"
[M90 Tactical Shotgun - 12 shell load: 48 shells total]
[BR55 Battle Rifle -36 round magazine: 144 rounds total: 4 magazines]
[Standard Sidearm (M6C) -12 round magazine: 60 rounds total: 5 magazines]
[Standard Combat Knife- sheathed]
[OCC: Wow! Amazing first posts guys! @:Ogoun: Yeah dude! you damage to your rpc is perfect. But guys, when your character is speaking make it bold, and when he is thinking try to make it in italics. ]
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:23 pm
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team Archades nodded slightly. "I'll be fine for the time being Corporal. Once we get out of here I'll do some down time to bandage up my chest. I'll see what I can scavenge out of the emergency kits up here. Bay doors are twisted open too." Archades picked his way over towards the emergency kit, using the light filtering in from outside to avoid stumbling over any of the bodies around him. He froze in startlement when he saw a chest rising and falling. "Corporal! We've got another live one up here!" Archades stepped over to the Marine, and when he got closer he could see that the Marine who was still alive was a female private. He knelt down beside her and frowned - she was out cold, and he didn't have any stimulants to wake her up. He got up quickly and stepped over her to the wall mounted emergency kit, which had somehow managed to stay in one piece through the crash, and opened it up. The gear inside of it was strewn about. Archades ignored the majority of it for the moment, taking the time to grab a small pack of heavy painkillers. He leaned over to where he could see the opening to the pilot's pit. "Painkillers are coming down. This should help the pilot get up here." He dropped the painkillers down, and winced when the landed on top of the dead pilot's chest. Archades quickly shook of the trace of sorrow that he felt and turned back to the emergency kit. He rummaged through it for a moment, before giving out a soft cry of triumph when he foudn the stimulant injector, with a dose of adrenaline still loaded in. The medic moved over to the unconscious Marine and knelt next to her again. "This is going to sting. But suck-never mind, you can't even hear me." Archades shook his head at the ingrained habit, then pressed the injector against her throat, piercing the skin above her jugular with the tiny hypodermic needle and pushing adrenaline into her system to wake her up. While the stimulants were doing their work, Archades stood up and moved back to the emergency kit. He looked down as he stubbed his toe on something - the stock of either an assault rifle or a shotgun, it wasn't bright enough for him to be sure. He ignored that and turned his attention to the med pack. Inside, amongst the rest of the scattered supplies, were a few more adrenaline doses, a small water purifier, a roll of heavy bandages, and a full case of pain killers. The medic pulled all of them out and stowed them into his med-bag before swinging it back around to rest on his back.
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 8 Magazines
One M7 Sub Machine Gun 60 Round Magazine, 240 Rounds Total, 4 Magazines
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
M7 SMG
Combat Knife x 2
M6C pistol.
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
Stimulant Injector
Five Adrenaline doses
Painkillers (8 uses)
Water Purifier
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:41 pm
Spar Day
Heavy Weapons | Private | UNSC | First Squad | Alpha Team
[[OCC : Hey Ronnel, what other injuries do I have? Sorry for the horrible post. sweatdrop ]] Spar awoke, her head was pounding and it felt like her nose was broken and like she had two black eyes. There was a sharp needle pain that was in her neck and the first thing her eyes locked on was the expended adrenaline capsule and she knew some one used it on her. That was probably the reason why she could feel her own blood pumping in her ears. She let out a groan before she was even partly conscious. She tried to scan around her surroundings. Trying to figure out what had happened. She was still strapped into her seat but she didn't feel like moving, not even a finger. Everything hurt even though all she was doing was breathing, she didn't even want to check the status of gear like the blurring man in front of her did. She let gravity let her head slump to the side, which in a way gave her a view at her chest, in which there was a gash across her armor with small amounts of blood pouring out of it, from her abdomen up to just below her left collar bone. All of her magazines and ammo were gone, she didn't know where her SMG was and at this point she really didn't give two shits. She just wanted all of this to go away as if a dream. Her eyes rolled to the right to the marine that was strapped into his seat as well. The only difference was this man was dead. The Man in front of her must have been her squads medic, she knew each squad was assigned one, but she couldn't tell what he was doing, he head hurt and she knew she still wasn't fully conscious. Weapons: - M19 SSM (Jackhammer) Rocket Launcher- missing - M7 Sub Machine Gun- missing - Standard Sidearm (M6C)- missing (sidearm) - Standard Combat Knife Equipment:- CH252 Helmet - M52B Body Armor - Standard (Olive-drab fatigues) - VZG7 Armored Boots - 2 Standard MRE's and several (4) Powerbars - 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)- - A music player with ear buds 
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:14 am
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team Archades turned around and saw that the Marine had woken up. He nodded slightly, glad that she hadn't been in a deep enough coma to prevent a return to consciousness. He checked the emergency kit one last time, spotting and grabbing a pair of canisters of bio-foam. He slid one canister into the cargo pocket on his right thigh and moved back to the Marine. A quick glance at her tags showed her name. "Private Day, good to see you're not dead. Hold still for a moment, this is going to be painful." He set the end of the bio-foam canister against the larger wound on her chest and depressed the activator, sending a thin stream of light pink foam out into the cut. Quickly the foamy material began bubbling outwards, only to be stopped as the medic pressed his hand against it, ignoring the fact that his hand was just below her chest. The second wound was also dealt with in the same manner, though instead of pressing his hand against the foam, Archades pulled his hand completely out of the way and zipped up her battle armor. "Probably wasn't the best idea to open that up when we were dropping into a hostile combat zone." He slid the half-used canister into his other cargo pocket and looked around, spotting his helmet on the ground next to his former seat. He grabbed it and stuck it back on, then returned to Day and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hold on tight, I'm going to undo your straps. We need to get out of here before this thing goes up. Corporal! I'm taking the Private who's functional and getting out of this bird before things get any more FUBAR! I'll see what I can do about securing a perimeter! Having let Tares know what was going on, Archades quickly unsnapped the holsters on Day's harness, bracing himself for the added weight.
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 8 Magazines
One M7 Sub Machine Gun 60 Round Magazine, 240 Rounds Total, 4 Magazines
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
M7 SMG
Combat Knife x 2
M6C pistol.
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
Stimulant Injector
Five Adrenaline doses
Painkillers (8 uses)
Water Purifier
2 Bio-foam Canisters (6 uses - Minor Wound Sealant)
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:37 am
Spar Day
Heavy Weapons | Private | UNSC | First Squad | Alpha Team
[[OCC : ]] Spar eyes opened wide as she groaned in pain. The medic just put bi-form over her chest. She didn't care that she was exposed, or even if he was being modest. He was just doing his job, at least he knew her name. All she could do was moan in response to what he was saying although she was becoming more and more alert and responsive by the second. She was aware enough to wrap her arms around his neck as he pulled her from her harnessed seat. Weapons: - M19 SSM (Jackhammer) Rocket Launcher- missing - M7 Sub Machine Gun- missing - Standard Sidearm (M6C)- missing (sidearm) - Standard Combat Knife Equipment:- CH252 Helmet - M52B Body Armor - Standard (Olive-drab fatigues) - VZG7 Armored Boots - 2 Standard MRE's and several (4) Powerbars - 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)- - A music player with ear buds
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:48 am
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team Archades slung Day into a bridal carry, the only position that wouldn't stretch her woudns and run the risk of reopening them. He headed for the twisted doors at the rear of the Pelican, the cargo bay door that had bee knocked askew in the crash. He poked his head out and looked aroudn quickly before ducking back in. "Alright, no sign of hostiles yet. Heading out Corporal Tares!" Suiting action to word, the combat medic brought his leg up and braced it against one of the seats, pointedly ignoring the fact that he was now standign directly over a dead man, and pushed upwards, bringing himself up until he could get his other leg on a piece of metal. One final push, and the combat medic had propelled himself and the girl out of the door and into the weak afternoon sunlight of the planet. Moving swiftly in the air, Archades curled his legs forward and then under himself, thenbraced for the impact. When he slammed down he had to flex his knees deeply to avoid rolling forward and possibly hurting Private Day, and instead nearly sprained his own knee. He stepped a few feet away from the Pelican, ignoring the burning sensation that had risen in his chest again, and laid the Private on the ground. He detached the SMG on his hip and wrapped the woman's hand around it after making sure that a full clip was loaded in. "Here. If anything not us shows up, shoot it." He tilted her head back and gave her a few of the painkillers, enough to take away the pain she was currently in. He settled the clips from his SMG next to her where she could reach them before grasping his MA5B and checking it to make sure that it had a clip in place. Archades brought it up and swept it around, making sure that there were no Covenant in sight. When a quick check showed nothing, he knelt next to Day and signalled that he was going to run a quick perimeter check. Then he stood up and moved out from the Pelican, ignoring the pain in his chest and legs. He and Tares were apparently the ones in the best shape right now, he couldn't afford to let a cracked rib slow him down.
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 8 Magazines
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
Combat Knife x 2
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
Stimulant Injector
Five Adrenaline doses
Painkillers (8 uses)
Water Purifier
2 Bio-foam Canisters (6 uses - Minor Wound Sealant)
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:23 pm
Udesla Ramirez Pilot | Crewman Recruit | UNSC | Flight Crew | Alpha Team Udesla grunted in response to the Corporal's comment about the shotgun. As he was lifted into the destroyed troop bay he did try to search around for the weapon. It distracted him from his injuries. As he got to the top he saw the combat medic attending one marine. Oh thank God our medic is alive. thought Udesla as he slowly clambered up and leaned against a wall. He turned around and saw the Corporal take up any left over gear the Pilot Rivers had. He shook his head at seeing her corpse. Damn waste. The Corporal handed the gear to him and he took it gratefully. He added the four extra magazines onto his belt, and the bars into the pockets of his suit. I'm Crewman Ramirez Sir. Let me know what your orders are and I'll do what I can. He turned around and saw the medic run out to check the perimeter. "Oi! Medic! This is no time for a date! Get back here, and fix me up so I can kill the sons of guns who brought down my bird!" called out Udesla to the medic. [Standard Side Arm (M6C) - 12 Round Magazine, 108 Rounds Total, 9 Magazines] [Standard Combat Knife - sheathed] - Standard UNSC Flight Suit - Standard (Olive-drab fatigues) - 4 Power Bars - 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:35 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team
Tares quickly grabbed the painkillers that the Corpsman dropped and he stuffed the bottle into his front left breast pocket so he wouldn't lose them and so he would remember to give them back to the Corpsman. He then climbed up after the pilot with the severely injured leg, they were still in there pelican just before the opening, as he gave the pilot a pat on the back. "Alright Ramirez stop shouting we don't know what the hell is out there man, I added you to my fire team roster, consider your self apart of Alpha team. I'm Corporal Demascus, you can call me either Corporal or Demascus." Tares then viewed the Pelican cargo bay from where he was positioned, they was several bodies missing, a lot more than he thought would be missing. But he took the couple of minutes necessary to gather the dog tags of the dead and scavenge for weapons and other tools they might need. He found a random flight bag and began stuffing everything that he could find into it from power bars to MRE's to magazines, even a data pad. He found a small pocket tool kit, but most of this was useless, except for a rocket launcher which he was happy didn't explode upon the crash, a battle rifle which he slung on his shoulder, and mostly SMG's. His fire team wouldn't be able to carry most of this because two as he knew it couldn't even walk as of yet. It seemed more hydraulic fluid was dripping on him so he wiped his forehead again. He dragged the flight bag up and launcher to where Rameirez was and handed him the bag. He then remember the pain meds in his pocket so he quickly opened it and dumped six onto his gloved hand, he handed four to the Pilot while downing two himself. "Im going to hop out and secure the perimeter with Montague, I'll tell you when to drop the bag and launcher. Then we'll figure out how to get you down." The Corporal crawled over the edge and let go falling a a few meters before hitting the ground, well not ground. In fact as he viewed the surroundings, he found that they were on a roof, the Pelican took a nose dive right into a building and went right through the roof. There was a problem though, their Pelican was smoking a tall grey plume in the sky most likely alerting the Covenant forces to their location. He took a quick glance around and signaled for Ramirez to drop the bag of goods, although most of the weapons in there were SMG's and ammo for it. The only good thing he found in the troop bay was the rocket launcher. Although he did find a battle rifle which he slung over a shoulder. First things first though, he had to make contact with allied forces, but the Pelican's radio was gone and the squads long range was destroyed. All they had was close range and even then that would only go several blocks. He then had to find out which way for his team to go, so much s**t to do in so little time, we have to gather strength and get off of this roof. Tares looked around the skies, wary of Banshees, which were fast and deadly. He spotted Doc who was checking perimeter and Pvt. Day who was bleeding from a chest wound, he squatted next to her patted her lightly on the shoulder, "How you hanging Private?" He asked her not looking at her, as his eyes were constantly checking the lines of sight and the sky. He unslung the BR and readied his weapon, he tried to turn on his HUD in his helmet but it didn't work.
[M90 Tactical Shotgun - 12 shell load: 48 shells total]
[BR55 Battle Rifle -36 round magazine: 144 rounds total: 4 magazines]
[Standard Sidearm (M6C) -12 round magazine: 60 rounds total: 5 magazines]
[Standard Combat Knife- sheathed]
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- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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