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Post by Sabess on Dec 23, 2013 20:06:37 GMT -5
Alei gave a weak smile to Vaht as he walked over to the medic, telling him something that she couldn't make out. The medic walked over to a nearby bed like hers, checking on a still unconscious patient. She turned her head to look upon the stars, being lost in the faint shimmers that would beam across the sky. Maybe she was just seeing things, or maybe this was a strange planet. She couldn't know.
A footstep fell next to her head, snapping her from her trance. The medic stood over here, kneeling down to inspect her. He saw the bloodied bandage, getting a fresh bandage ready he carefully unraveled Alei's. He inspected the wound, a worried expression spreading across his face. "I should be able to fix this, Zealot. Just stay still and try not to move." He explained to Alei, rummaging through his bag to find a small bottle and a syringe. He took Alei's arm, sliding the syringe into her skin. It was painful, but nothing compared to the wound. Her vision blurred once again, as her body slumped, once again unconscious. The medic placed his bag on the ground, getting to work on the wound.
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 23, 2013 20:50:24 GMT -5
Rah'mun clicked his mandibles in irritation. He had to wait again. The Field Marshal had mentioned an artifact site somewhere south of here, but they weren't departing until the injured had time to recover.
Rah contemplated his options. He had already slept, and was no longer tired. He couldn't do any training as that left the risk of drawing unwanted attention. This left the one option he despised. Waiting.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 2, 2014 1:47:58 GMT -5
Zealot Vaht stayed by Alei's side, he wanted to make sure that she'd survive. He got worried when the doctor injected her with the anesthesia. The wounds weren't severe, but would be worrying. Vaht squeezed her hand, and was ready to restrain her if she regained consciousness. He was once in this situation, many years ago. Their ship was shot down by Covenant forces. It was a similar case, but no shield world, and it wasn't the Covenant that took them down this time.
The Field Marshal approached Rah'mun, his agitation clear, and it was his duty to calm his nerves.
"Rah'mun, it is not wise to be wanting to fight, it shows savageness, a trait that the Jiralhanae show."
The Jiralhanae, commonly known as Brutes, were vicious, savage, and strong creatures, the main force of the Covenant. What they lack in intelligence, they make up for in physical ability. It was more smart to outsmart the brute, taking it down with ways that the brute would not expect. After all, can you fight if you can't see your enemy?
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Post by Sabess on Jan 3, 2014 20:04:35 GMT -5
After a few hours, Alei awoke, feeling a pressure on her hand and a figure sitting next to her. Although she was certainly sore, she couldn't feel the hellish pain digging into her side. She turned her head, seeing the doctor standing over her.
"I wouldn't go to the battlefield just yet, Zealot, but you may be able to move on your own accord."
Alei gave a faint nod, waiting for the anesthesia to wear off.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 5, 2014 5:22:27 GMT -5
Rah'mun smirked.
"Is my displeasure really that obvious Field Marshal?"
Rah stood up to stretch, then looked the Field Marshal in the eye.
"We were once a proud species of warriors, how is it you can expect us not to follow in the footsteps of our ancestors?" He kept his gaze for a few moments, then broke off.
"I'm going to check on our brethren who were injured in the crash." He strode towards the area dedicated to the wounded, then turned back to face the Marshal.
"And i promise you this, we are nothing like the Jiralhanae. It will do you good to remember that." He then left the Marshal to his duties.
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Post by unit894 on Jan 5, 2014 8:03:45 GMT -5
Lights flashed, automatic announcements blared out if speakers, and orders were shouted from one person to another. Dominic slip, dodged and outright barged his way through the crowds, trying to move towards the SPARTAN armoury. His height and muscle advantages over the other occupants of the ships tight corridors made it fairly easy for Dominic to reach the armoury.
Other SPARTAN recruits, some of them in Dominic's squad were hurrying around, grabbing weapons ,grenades and setting up their suits. Dominic ran straight to his beloved SPARTAN Armour suit, white like the snow fields of his home. He spent the next few minutes getting his suit on, then he helped some of the younger recruits get there's on as well, there was a responsibility that Dominic had felt towards the other recruits ever since he was promoted to sergeant.
He jogged over to the weapon racks, and grabbed his Plasma Carbine as well as a few extra clips. He slipped his plamsa pistol into it's holster and snapped the flap over it. He grabbed a combat knife and shoved into his shoulder sheath. Geared and ready, he checked his fellow recruits were ready, then led them to the vehicle bay.
The mission down to the Forerunner world had apparently failed, and it was the job of the SPARTANS to clean up the mess and find any survivors.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 13, 2014 2:02:11 GMT -5
Zealot Vaht 'Huskal sat next to Rah'mun, eager to learn more about his new team mate. They didn't get much time before this shitstorm of a mission happened. Vaht wondered if the Graceful Eminence even knew if there was a mission failiure. Doubt was a common thing in situations like this, and it sure didn't help, so Vaht cleared the thoughts from his mind, and focused on Rah'mun.
"Greetings, Rah'mun. We did not get much time to converse before our mission. What have you been through in your career?"
Vaht thought back to his various missions. He had been a Zealot for a long time, and been on many many missions. Not all of them succeeded. Vaht was a great warrior, but even a warrior can get beaten. Like Tartarus, when beaten by the humans. Like the Covenant, who were beaten by the UNSC and Sangheilios Concordat.
The Graceful Eminence was a large ship, even for current standards. The largest "Alien" ship, as humans would call them. It was the largest ship made by current species, and had the power to rival that title. The only human ship that could stand up to it would by one of the Infinity-class warship. But there would be more CSO-class supercarriers. Vaht hoped that the Eminence wasn't being obliterated by a Covenant fleet.
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Post by Sabess on Jan 14, 2014 0:55:37 GMT -5
Although it took a couple of hours, the Anesthesia finally wore off. Alei still didn't feel great, pain still pulsating from her wound, although it felt amazing compared to the tremendous pain she felt earlier on. She still felt moderately groggy from the less than practical bed she'd been sleeping on, or more accurately passed out on. She inspected her Energy Dagger, remembering it to be barely functional. She was right, even when she did manage to activate it, it would falter and flicker until it died once again.
She scanned the camp, hoping to see Vaht. He was talking to Rah'mun, about something she couldn't hear, being at least 20 metres away. She didn't know how to feel about Rah'mun, not having spoken to him yet if she recalled correctly. She wanted to thank Vaht with all her heart, without him she'd leaning against a broken ship wall, if she wasn't already dead. She inspected her wound, lifting the bandage enough to get a peep. It looked considerably better than before, properly sowed rather than just burnt. When it came to Vaht, she still didn't know much about him, even though she considered him and amazing friend and ally. Her mind turned towards maybe even being more than friends, but she forced the thought out of her mind.
She glanced towards the site of the crash, seeing the fire still blazing in the distance. Her mind could not fathom the amount of Covenant that must be swarming the area, looking for Sangheili to finish off. The fire was large enough for smoke to be wandering into the camp site, making her cough slightly. She wondered how long it would be for them to find the makeshift camp site she had found herself in, and if they would be ready for the upcoming battle.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 14, 2014 1:33:05 GMT -5
Rah'mun strode past the beds of the injured Zealots. Luckily, most of the crew survived the crash in one piece. Some however, were not so lucky. Rah managed to reach one of the end ones, where one of his squad lay still in bed. Alei was her name, but that was about all he knew of her. Vaht, sitting beside her, stood up and led Rah'mun a few meters away to talk, letting Alei rest in peace.
"Greetings, Rah'mun. We did not get much time to converse before our mission. What have you been through in your career?" The question was pretty blunt, most usually tried a more indirect method of bringing up ones past, as not all wanted to talk about what they had been through. Rah had to admit, this bunch of Zealots was certainly and interesting one.
"Well, i started as any other Sangheili, i started at the bottom and worked my way up." Rah'mun answered simply. "I fought in every battle i possibly could, my ambitions eventually leading me here, to your squad." He then smiled at Vaht.
"But you need not hear this from me, i know you have access to my file, which will tell you everything from a less personal, self centered view."
Rah then looked at the wounded female standing now standing by the medical area, glancing over at the crash site.
"Is she going to be alright?" He asked, indicating toward her, a hint of concern behind the question. He quickly covered this up with a stone face "Because i don't want her to slow us down any more than we already need to." He had lost squad before, but he also knew how much Sangheili hated not dying in battle. If she died in a crash, she would die without the pride of a warrior, a death all Sangheili are afraid of.
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Post by unit894 on Jan 14, 2014 6:11:24 GMT -5
The SPARTANS arrived at the vehicle hangar, where engineers were readying drop pods. The SPARTANS organised themselves into their respective squads. There were three squads of six going planetside, hopefully this was all they needed to set up a defensive perimeter around the crash site, so the Zealots could stabilize their injured and the Eminence could work out a way through the Forerunner technology. If vehicles couldn't get through, then both the SPARTANS and Zealots would be stuck on the planet indefinitely.
Dominic surveyed his squad. Five SPARTAN recruits, holding their plasma rifles so proudly. Their armour was the usual khaki green, the young eyes looking out at him with so much false confidence. The sort of bullshit bravado that will get them killed. Dominic walked down the line of his squad, double and triple checking their gear, before standing back. He stood as he was taught, back ramrod straight, hands behind his back. His voice amplified slightly so everyone could hear him over the engineer's work and the other sergeants as they gave a similar brief.
"The Zealot scouting mission to the forerunner world below has been reported as a failure. Some sort of planetary defence system shut down all vehicles, leaving them to crash land. Because of these defences we'll be going down in drop pods. Any of you throw when we get down there, it's you that's cleaning it up. Our primary objective is to locate survivors of the mission. This done, we contact the other squads and form a defensive perimeter, to give them time to recover and regroup. There is a possibility all communications will be unusable when on planet, so be prepared to improvise. Apparently there has been Covenant ships spotted landing on the planet, so be prepared for an immediate firefight when we land. Lets move out".
He hoped to god the Drop-pod idea would work, because if the thrusters failed, the SPARTANS would need to be rescued by the Zealots. Being shot at a planet does not leave room for mistakes. Dominic ferried his men into the drop-pod, and with a final nod to the other Sergeants, settled himself into place. Making sure his safety harness was as tight as it could go over his armour. A string of commands could be vaguely through the shut pod doors, then finally something that sounded like a countdown. Dominic closed his eyes and prayed at the world suddenly sped up to 200mph.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 14, 2014 23:23:16 GMT -5
"Well, i started as any other Sangheili, i started at the bottom and worked my way up. I fought in every battle i possibly could, my ambitions eventually leading me here, to your squad."
Most Sangheili rose this way, but Vaht was lucky, and got in very early in his career. This didn't mean Rah'mun was less skilled then Vaht, just that Vaht knew the drill when it came to engagements in the field.
"But you need not hear this from me, i know you have access to my file, which will tell you everything from a less personal, self centered view."
Vaht did not actually have his file, only the Field Marshal actually had their file, as he was the Commanding Officer of their team. The only people that surpassed the Field Marshal were the Shipmaster and his XO.
"Is she going to be alright?"
"Because i don't want her to slow us down any more than we already need to."
It was easy for Vaht to tell that he was not only caring for her to be slowing them down, he genuinely wanted her to survive, which she would. The injury wasn't too bad, but the cauterization was wrongly done, but the damage would have been worse if she did not cauterize the wound. Which Vaht was glad for.
The Field Marshal walked over to Vaht and Rah'mun, he had a task for them. He tapped them on the shoulder, and indicated for them to follow him. Once upon their outpost, the Field Marshal revealed their task: To scout out the valley properly.
"Vaht, Rah'mun, I need you both to scout out the valley, take whatever weapons you need from the pile."
Vaht nodded, and grabbed his standard loadout, and headed the opposite way of Rah'mun. There was a small path up onto the side of the canyon, which he took. After a few minutes of walking, he came across a Forerunner site, and upon seeing it, saw that a small Covenant group. He immediately headed back to the camp.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 17, 2014 1:03:29 GMT -5
((Hey sorry Sab, but the three-day rule dictates that we have to skip you, please throw in a post if or when you can))
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Post by Sabess on Jan 18, 2014 5:48:36 GMT -5
Alei saw the Field Marshal talking to Vaht and Rah'mun, only catching a few words that she couldn't make a sentence out of. They picked out some gear from the weapon pile and headed in separate directions. Although she was still wounded, Alei wanted to do something other than sit on her arse and wait. She rose to her feet, walking a few metres in the direction Vaht had taken. She looked around, and with no-one watching her, followed Vaht up the path.
It wasn't long before she caught Vaht coming back the other way, forcing her to slip into a nearby bush, watching him pass her without noticing anything. It was still dark, and it was pure luck that let Alei see Vaht. She continued to follow the path, although she saw why Vaht had turned back immediately after. A considerable group of covenant littered a Forerunner site. Alei watched for a few minutes as they scurried around the site, seemingly in search of something. She headed back to the camp, circling slightly to give the impression that she had just gone a few metres away for whatever reason.
Alei sat back down, not seeing Vaht just yet. Whether he somehow hadn't arrived yet or was simply out of Alei's site was a mystery to her, but she was sure that he would be fine. She gazed down at her wound once more, the dive to the bushes not exactly helping her condition. Regardless, it was still fine, seemingly getting better by the minute. She fiddled with her Energy Dagger again, although to no reward. She sighed, hoping to find a mechanic or something similar to fix the damn thing. At the very least, she would be able to do some damage with it in the first few seconds of activation, before it started to die once again.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 18, 2014 7:08:09 GMT -5
The Field Marshal had a task for Rah'mun, and Vaht too. They were to scout out a Forerunner site.
"Take whatever weapons you need from the pile" He said, although Rah just reached for his side.
"My blade is all i shall require for simple scouting." He replied. The Field Marshal nodded once then began to leave.
As Vaht had approached the site from the north, Rah decided he should head to the south.
After minutes of walking, searching and backtracking, he found what he was looking for. The Forerunner site was a small in a small clearing at the bottom of the valley, it also happened to be guarded by covenant troops. He crouch in the long grass, watching from a distance. He saw a glint on the other side of the valley, he assumed that would be Vaht leaving, he decided he should also take his leave soon enough.
After another ten minutes of watching Rah decided it was time to leave. On the way back, he heard a noise, it was a high pitched extremely annoying voice, one that he knew all too well. It was an Unggoy. He silently drew his sword, just in case he would have to use it. In front of him was a large, and thick, tree. He slowly moved around it. It was then he bumped into the Unggoy. For a moment, both were to shocked to react. Realizing that the Unggoy was just about to scream and give away his position, he thrust his sword through its throat and into its torso. After emitting a quiet screeching noise, it fell limp on his blade.
He disabled the blade and holstered it to his belt again, moving back to base more cautiously. He zig-zagged his way back, extending the time of his journey by an hour, but reducing the chances of being successfully tracked. Once he felt contempt with that, he sprinted back towards the camp. He was close now, he could see the clearing where they built their make-shift base through the trees. He suddenly tripped over a tree root. He muttered silently before getting up and dusting himself off, deciding he would walk the rest of the way.
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Post by unit894 on Jan 20, 2014 5:29:22 GMT -5
Dominic had kept his eyes shut as he was blasted like a cannonball towards the planet. He knew as a sergeant, it was his job to make sure the other troops were ready for the landing. He forced himself to open his eyes, and shouted over the roaring of the drop-pods entry into the planet atmosphere.
"When we land, give yourself about ten seconds before you open your door! Make sure nothing is broken! Most importantly, don't run off! Stay on guard as soon as you leave that pod and form up on me!" He heard a multitude of yells of conformation around him.
Suddenly, the roaring stopped. They were within the atmosphere. Dominic went completely rigid, waiting to see if the thrusters would kick in or if they would crash into the planet and die horribly, being crushed into a red smear.
Luckily for the SPARTANS, the thrusters suddenly turned on with a roar, and the squad all breathed out noticeably. After a few minutes, the drop-pod smashed into ground, throwing the SPARTANS forwards in their restraints. There was a few seconds of fumbling as the recruits checked for injuries and tried to undo their restraints.
Dominic was first, the restraints disappearing above him. He punched the control panel, making the panel in front of him burst open. Dominic charged out, his rifle up, searching for any threats. When he had searched te area around the pod till he was satisfied there was no immediate threat, he formed up his squad.
"Alright people, we made it planetside. That was the easy bit. Our primary objective is to locate survivors, after that we play it by ear. You find a threat, you call it out before dealing with it. I want safeties on until I say so. Lets move."
Dominic led the squad towards a pillar of smoke he had noticed, hoping it was the crash site.
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