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Post by Zenios on Jan 9, 2014 23:38:00 GMT -5
Rasmus was glad the small party he'd been leading had made it to the armory without any direct confrontations. The way he felt, he wasn't sure he was in any condition to fight. While moving and thinking did help with Raz's sudden bout of disorientation, he still just really wanted to sit down. But he couldn't, not yet: he had a job to do. A ringing set into his ears as he contemplated driving the Insurrectionists off the Harsh Winter, an annoying enough sound that he wasn't entirely sure if that was what he needed to do.
He got to thinking again as he started gearing up. Wouldn't it make more sense to disable the ship's command systems, to minimize loss of life?
But why was he thinking like that? The Innies were the bad guys. Whose side was he on anymore?
Raz didn't know. What he did know was that he'd almost mechanically loaded up to repel boarders, and could remember collecting his usual weapons--an M6C/SOCOM attached to his right thigh, an MA5K on his back, and an M247H machine gun in his hands--but he didn't remember grabbing the pair of portable EMP charges maglocked to his back. Maybe he'd go rogue, strike out on his own for awhile, starting now. The UNSC wasn't exactly all it was cracked up to--
He forced himself off that train of thought as soon as he realized he wasn't thinking straight. Where had that line of thinking even come from? Raz was a little busy trying not to get his face minigunned off to be worrying about his political leanings.
"C'mon, guys," he said, fully aware that the Innies were basically right outside. He moved to support Lo, but couldn't bring himself to fire a burst or two at the enemy SPARTANs even if they wouldn't show the same control. "We've got to go protect the bridge."
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Post by GuardsGhost on Jan 13, 2014 15:26:19 GMT -5
Rathorn dived inside the armory as the shooting started, hitting the deck with a grunt. He'd grab an M5AD off the racks and slide an already prepared magazine into it. He pulled back the bolt and tried to control his breathing, the sound of bullets pinging off the metal audible. Rathorn reached over and shoved a few more magazines into their place on his armor. He was sorely missing his helmet right now, but he finally spoke up after catching his breath. "Shit...come on. Come on you fucking idiot.." With this line of self encouragement, he followed Raz out, diving behind cover and squeezing off a few rounds at the regular Innie soldiers.
Hi head whipped towards Raz at the Spartans words, a look of incredulity appearing on his face as he dived back behind cover. "Jeeze louise, are you kidding me Spartan? We'll get torn up if we step outta cover! You need to take down those two Spartans or we're -FUCKED-!" He shouted this last bit as another Marine was gunned down attempting to join them, the mans precious ammunition and rifle still clutched in his hands.
Rathorn cried out in frustration as the other Marine went down. "Fucking -SHIT-! You get to the bridge with you're other Spartan buddy! We'll hold them off here as long as we can!" He gestured to a few of the other Marines and ODST's who had joined their party, and made it out of the armory and back into the hallway without getting torn to shreds. Rathorn had noticed the Spartan hardly firing off a shot, and assumed the idiot was going into shock or something. Best thing for them all was to get him the hell away from them all. And this, he made amply clear to Lo when he shouted, "Get your god damn buddy out of here before he gets himself shot!"
Rathorn didn't wait to hear the Spartans responses, popping above cover to fire off another burst at an Innie soldier. The other man went down, clutching at his shoulder as the force of the rifle sent him spinning to the ground. A Marine started to move out of cover to grab a wounded marine, and Rathorn grabbed him by the shoulder plate, jerking him back. "He's dead! Stay the fuck down in cover! Golden rule of the UNSC!"
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 17, 2014 1:05:09 GMT -5
((Sorry Petro, but I have to skip you, if you can, please post when you can. Also try and get Yersia on to post?))
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 22, 2014 0:18:48 GMT -5
((I'm sorry Yersia, if you're still around, but I'm gonna have to remove you from this thread, once again, if you see this, sorry.))
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 22, 2014 23:02:14 GMT -5
Sinatra and Caldwell both fired at the marines, taking a few down. The two SPARTANs they saw go in were not popping their heads up, otherwise their heads would be removed. They both started firing, and eventually Caldwell got bored of this, and threw a grenade into the armory. An action that would force the others out.
Commander Gannon was quite shocked as she awoke, when all the guns were trained on her, she bolted upright and tried backing away from them. The two men must have carried her here when they knocked her out. From the looks of it, it was the bridge. She hoped someone would come in and save her. She was in holo-cuffs.
Captain Kepler crawled through the vents of the ship, and he eventually found his way to the armory. He pushed the vent out and yelled. "FRIENDLY.". He hugged the wall and got next to Rathorn. He also grabbed an assault rifle from a dead marine, and loaded it.
"Rathorn, how deep shit are-"
He saw the grenade roll into the armory, and he blindly jumped for it and threw it back into the Innies. The Spartans jumped out of the blast, but at least 8 died in the explosion, more would be injured. Kepler crawled back next to Rathorn, and grabbed a medpack. He was his in the chest by a bullet when he jumped in.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jan 22, 2014 23:20:41 GMT -5
"I don't think I like this!" Lo bellowed at the top of his lungs when the innies began retaliating, the bullets flew by the pillar he was stood behind, and he couldn't help but worry for the others around him. It looked as though there wasn't much for the group of SPARTANS to do - except watch. -
Lo leaned against the wall and aimed down the sights of his gun he took a deep breathe and then began firing at some of the innies he managed to take one down with a single shot, and then yelled "I'm sorry" Lo continued to fire into the crowd yelling "I'm sorry, really sorry, please forgive me! the panicked Lo was finding it difficult to endure the hardships of war. He posted back up behind the pillar and breathed deeply, he put his hand on his helmet, and looked down in shame - killing people was not his favorite activity. -
After a moment Raz had joined Lo's side at the pillar, and began firing rounds into the crowd.
"Those poor men, its a shame they don't have an outstanding surgeon among their ranks." Lo's melancholy AI chimed in as morbid as ever.
Lo's head perked back up and he stated "Aww, thats sweet of you Guillermo." Lo smiled inside his visor as he spoke.
Sharply his AI retorted in an angrily-gloomy matter of which was typical of the ex-doctor "I was talking about myself you dolt!
Lo ignored the statement of the sadist, and simply looked to Raz for advice the heavy soldier began to speak 'We've got to go protect the bridge.'
Lo paid attention to the words, and then spoke "Maybe we should kill the rest of the innies before we move up?"
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Post by Zenios on Feb 1, 2014 23:39:24 GMT -5
Raz lifted his weapon to fire blindly around the corner at the Insurrectionists, trying to generate some covering fire, and actually managed to fire off a few rounds before the whatever-it-was took hold. He dropped to one hand and knee, puked inside his helmet, and came within inches of blacking out. Some gratuitous use of the SAW in his hand to hold himself up was all that kept Raz as upright as he was, and a few seconds of deep breathing brought him back to full consciousness. Plus the smell of his own vomit, Raz supposed as the pungent oder hit his nostrils.
"Maybe we should kill the rest of the innies before we move up?"
Raz slipped his helmet off, fell to all fours just to try and keep his balance as he set the helmet down on the deck. He turned his head and spat, wiped his face with the back of his hand. He didn't even know how to start cleaning out the helmet; a towel or something still wouldn't get the horrible smell out, so maybe Raz would just have to make do with a spare one in the armory or something. What he really wanted to do was just curl up into a ball and wait for this all to blow over, but that would have been decidedly unsoldierly of him.
"I don't know if I can," he muttered, glancing around the armory. Raz's eyes settled on a few things in rapid succession: one, a new helmet; two, a couple of flashbang grenades; and three, some smoke grenades. Those would do. Hurrying over, he settled the new helmet on his head and tried to ignore the foreign smell this one had. Somebody had left their helmet in the armory, it seemed. Not exactly a good idea, but he'd take what he could get, paint mismatch and foreign model or no.
Helmet replaced, Raz moved on to phase two of a not-especially-complex plan. He squeezed one flashbang and one smoke grenade into his free hand, primed both, and threw both around the corner towards the Insurrectionists' position. Well, at least that didn't upset his body so badly as firing upon them did for whatever reason.
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