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[^ DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN. Nevermind I'll join...] |
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Name: Edward 'Camelot' Spartan 35
Gender: Male
Ag.e: 32
Appearance: 6'3 high, Pale skin and an thin like-figure. He has a pointy nose a two eyes that are suffering from Heterochima Iridium, one being blue in the center; then becoming green on the outside. Shaved haircut. Military issue.
Armor(Type, Color): MJONIR MKV [HUL Upgrade] helmet with black coloration, right Security shoulderguard and sniper left shoulderguard. The right security shoulder being blue instead of black. Tactical/SOFT CASE strapped to left arm rather than leg. A tactical TRAMUA kit attached to his right leg.
Bio: Edward grew up in a fairly poor farming town, and didn't get well on there; either. He was generally viewed as an outcast because of his abnormally pale skin. He never thought he amounted for anything, and wanted a quick painful death to end his terror. However, when he was introduced to the Spartan Project, he turned into a serious and sometimes sarcastic addition to the force.
Extra: CODENAMED: Camelot, to himself and other spartans. Spartan 35 to all other UNSC personal. |
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^ [Halo. Forgot it. But there it is now...] |
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jip3335Join Date: 2009-01-05
Post Count: 1437 |
(All accepted, yes dawn you can stay. Pretty much no one put it in.) |
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Zach:
It was one of those daily jogs around the station with my all of my equipment and weapons, I do this to practice myself for actual combat. But, the alarms went off suddenly, the hallway, red, and I knew by the alarm that this was no ordinary drill...I ran, running down the hallway and took out my MA5B assault rifle. "The would all be by the pods..." I said to myself while the door opened, to which seemed to be a firefight between Marines and elites with grunts. I joined in, rolling behind cover. |
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Alarms. I run out into the hall and send my energy sword through a grunt.
(GTG to school) |
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Zach:
I scanned the area while hiding behind some sort of console as my cover, ten marines were firing at what seemed to be three elites...also twelve grunts. The marines hid behind containers and small boxes, about ten marines...three others were wounded, inside a docked Pelican dropship, this was a hanger...no wonder how they got in so quickly. I checked the fresh mag in my rifle, and slam it back in, I flip safety off, and fired at the elites. I was able to drop ones shield but soon I was pinned, plasma fire constantly flew past me as the marines tried to get accurate shots at the elites and grunts. |
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Camelot
"Heavy fire, from the west. East? I'm pretty sure it will be overrun." I mutter to myself, ramming another clip into my assault rifle. I scanned the outlaying area. Ash, bodies and a heck load of gunfire. Question is, who WAS winning and when did it turn? I peaked out of cover, and fired a few rounds into one of those small squeeky guys; but being hit in the process. I lept back, my assault rifle was sent flying backwards and slammed into a body. "Shields Drained." I chuckled to myself, taking out my M6D and firing at an 'squeeky' thing that turned the corner, splat. |
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Zach:
A scream of pain echoed in the hanger, a marine falls back, putting pressure on his arm, another marine grabs the "turtle neck" part of the armor and pulls him behind cover. One of the elites seem to be laying on the ground, bullet holes in him...the marines seemed to have been lucky. I threw my grenade at the grunts yelling "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" And ran up to a elite, knocking the plasma rifle out of his hand, and shot him in the chest, he knocked me over, I pulled out my pistol and fired at his head, he fell backwards with a thud, and I scrambled to my feet and took my assault rifle, firing at the remaining elite while grunts landed around the area in bits and pieces |
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Camelot
I heard a grenade, much closer than I like. Especially near here. I stumbled back into a crouching position, and groaned as the shields steadily recharged. The battle was lost, but not the war. No way were they going to even get NEAR Earth. I'd go crazy. I gasped for air, and spoke. "This is Spartan 35, calling out to any remaining UNSC personal in this sector, Over." The last marine fighting alongside me, was pelted by Needler rounds; and exploded, sending blood and gore all around the wrecked Warthogs. "Need assistance. EVERYONE out here is dead. Might have some Tango Primes coming through this way. Over." I finished, and stood up.
Firing three rounds into the tough shields of an Elite minor and throwing a grenade to finish him off. Boom. Shields down, click. I burrowed my anger, and dived down. Checking my clips, none for my M6D; and if I made a run for my MA5B I would be shelled with rounds. Looks like I'm doomed.. How about sending me out with a bang? |
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Zach:
The last elite was holding off against the marines, backing away, he threw a plasma grenade causing the marines to scatter out of cover, he picked off two. I finally fired some rounds, automatic at this range, aiming down the "sight" of the rifle, I reloaded as another thud hit the ground. Blood, red and purple, poured onto the floor. Finally it calmed and I walked over to the marines who were trying to regroup into one small squad and figure out what just happened.
"So...may someone give me a briefing on what just happened?" I say walking slowly over to the marines. |
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Camelot
"Guess nottt.." I groaned, and slurring on purpose. I laid my head against the wrecked Warthog, breathing deeply.. "Any... remaining... UNSC personal...?" I say slowly, breathing in quickly. My death was inevitable. Humanity will prevail. Why? Because there's not just me who's in their way. I had to make my mind up, death now. Or Death now with the possibilty of taking some of them with me? |
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A marine turned, saluting and then suddenly dropping his hand and took a hold of his rifle. "Sir, I am the highest rank here, Lieutenant Valk, currently the...well, "They" are attacking again...I thought they finally would leave us alone..." He looks down, he must of been losing hope, I would've if I was just a normal marine being sent to my death...I seem to bite my lip, then finally say "Lieutenant, get the wounded in the Pelican, and get your men ready while I try get a message out." He salutes and turns about, yelling at his men. I put my hand to my "ear" on the helmet and begin to speak. "This is Spartan-154, we have reports of covvies, YES, covvies, me and a squad of marines are in the hanger, be warned that these hostiles may be in groups, Spartan-154, out." I turn around and face the marines. |
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Camelot
I try and bug into Spartan-154s radio, no response. Looks like I'm on this parade by myself. I suddenly, run out to my rifle; an large amount of Elites, Jackals and Grunts open fire immediatly; my shields were down in a matter of miliseconds, I dived as my armor began being eaten away at by the plasma, and picked up my Assault rifle. I scrambled to my feet, and fired a rounds into them all. A Grunt fell, gurgling as his mask had been punctured. A Elite looked dumbfounded as he lost his shields, to someone who already was. A round hit, too close; I stumbled and fell onto my knees; and hit the ground.
"Can't... stop.. now..." I wheeze, attempting to reach my TRAUMA Kit. |
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Zach:
"Sir, this might not be the only hanger..." One marine says turning to me as I walk towards the group. I holster my rifle and look at him, "I don't see a number, actually, it looks like it was burned off by plasma..." The marine seems to be a little worried, "S-sorry, sir, its just...the radio could've been more specific...sorry, sir." he turns about, back at the rest who were still discussing on what to do in this chaos. I step in suddenly, "We should try to make a run for the escape pods, but first I think I should go ahead, clearing any area of hostile forces so wounded can get through safely, if the pods are gone, we can use this hangers Pelican, if we find more marines and if the pod is gone, we can use the other hangers dropships. Push some objects about to make cover, I will radio you if you if its clear or if the pods are gone, incase we run into problems, I will make a run back to the Pelican and we should leave quickly, so be ready." I finish, they all nod, the lieutenant yells "Alright men! You heard him! Get some cover set up around the dropship! BE READY!" They all start moving objects about, I leave the hanger through a door that had a sign next to it, it said "Escape pods, mess hall" I run down the hall and take out my rifle once again. |
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Camelot
I gripped my Trauma kit, attempting to rip it open. Not just open it.
"Come... come on...." I groan in pain, blood spilling out of my arm; where a Needler round had impacted. I rip it open, and begin to take a small Olive canister out of it. My hand trembled, and I could barely pull it to my wound. I kept my yelling inside of my head, if I yelled; the Elite would come back. And possibly dismember me to please himself. Freaking creeps. As it reached my wound, I began to spray Biofoam into it. Dozens of fire ants, thats what it felt like. I felt like my wound was just going to get worse. Not better. |
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Zach
I ran, without stop, without any thought except saving the survivors and getting the pods secure...I finally get through the automatic doors that lead to the escape pods, it lead into another large room, with a door on its left heading to the mess hall, I walk towards the escape pod door, and it opens, as it reveals a Spartan and elite, I prepare to fire. |
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Camelot
I hear the door open, I try and say something. But nothing comes out, pain was overwhelming all of my instincts. I dropped the biofoam canister, I attempt to move my hands to no avail. I wasn't going to move, just incase that thing that just entered; was less respectful of the 'dead...' |
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Zach
I fire short bursts, as I try to avoid hitting the Spartan who seems to be being slammed into the wall, I try to stay as accurate as possible as I sweat, in fear of friendly-fire, the elite shields seem to go down as I reload. |
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[Des Ex. Well. I'll be somewhere whilst I wait for someone to find me and save my life before I bleed out.] |
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I awake to the sound of Sirens and screams. I Jump out of my Cryo-Pod and run to the door. Suddenly, I halted. I looked back and grabbed the DMR beside the pod. "Cant forget you now can I?" I said to the gun. Seemed silly as I said it. I checked the clip. It was full. I looked around the hall I emerged from and ran down it. There must be an Emergency. Better speak to the Captain. I headed to the Bridge when suddenly, a explosion almost knocked me off my feet. A bunch of rubble fell in front of me-blocking off my way to the Bridge. "So much for that plan" I huffed. "There must be some Spartans stationed here. Im gonna try find them." |
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[Welcome back to the Roleplay, Megathunder!] |
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(Into a covenant ship?That doesn't sound fun...also highly dangerous) |
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....I must've missed a lot..
Breanna:
'I'm pinned, I'll have to get to the repairing station..' I think to myself. Of course this armor would protect me from a few shots, it wouldn't hold up. I dash out of the doorway, a plasma pistol hitting my boot as a plasma grenade goes off. I stop, skid, and grab it as it races past me.
'Two grunts.' I think, ahead of me. I grab one's face mask and throw him into the other.
'Two more doors..' I think. I throw the plasma pistol at an absent elite, catching him by surprise as his shield goes off. I hop on top of him, and stab him in the neck. I rip it out quickly, and open the half scorched door. The Five escape pods in there, were gone, other than the mechanics. I looked through closely, seeing Dock, our mechanic, dead with five spiker needles lodged into his armor and head. I drop down from the second floor, and close his eyes. I also take his tags. He was guarding my suit. I also pick up his gun, and check the rounds; fourteen left. I grab a few spares off of the tables, and begin suiting up. He had made a few additions to it. |
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