ThreeDawg
Administrator
Voice of the Wastes
Posts: 1,219 Likes: 33
|
Post by ThreeDawg on May 4, 2014 20:31:38 GMT -5
(I won't be jumping in from now on unless I think it's necessary, consider me a side story. I'll pop in and out when I need to, not on the rotation )
|
|
|
Post by Endicott on May 16, 2014 18:49:56 GMT -5
The Gunnery Sergeant knew that what she had said was useless; the guy's pod was half buried, and any release switch would be null. However, seeing as the guy would probably get out sometime in the future anyway, he decided to just go along with it.
*sigh* "Yes, m'am", he uttered with contempt
Lo and Rasmus needed escorting to the makeshift relay point, or "camp", so Jake decided that it would be a better use of his time to escort them there. After some brief cursory glances with the people approaching them, he turned back to the two.
"Alright, men, fall in and make your way to the rendezvous point, double time!" he clamoured as he led them to where the rendezvous was.
The others came in shortly behind them, and Gannon began to tell them all of how they ended up in this mess.
"Insurrectionist forces boarded the ship and had it locked down. They attempted to get it into orbit, but our forces killed the engines. Everything on the ship failed, and we all had to escape. The wrecks over in the water."
Jake wasn't too surprised, but it seemed pretty stupid that their own forces decided to kill the engines.
"M'am, if I may be so bold, wasn't that a bit of... rash move, killing the engines like that? Surely just fighting it out would've gone smoother..."
Jake knew this was true, but he also knew he was going to get a grilling for this. Good thing his trusty old A.I. Sarge wasn't here to see this...
|
|
Salvahkiin
Archer
My Siren's name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.
Posts: 1,055 Likes: 4
|
Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 19, 2014 3:25:04 GMT -5
"M'am, if I may be so bold, wasn't that a bit of... rash move, killing the engines like that? Surely just fighting it out would've gone smoother..."
"It may have, Sergeant. But I did not make the decision. Killing those engines saved my life."
The two Innie SPARTANs headed towards the newly lit flare. A small run. Caldwell still had his weapons, but Sinatra was without his signature minigun. Both of them stood together, shouting towards the ODST.
"FRIENDLY!"
They both picked up a brisk pace, getting near the ODST.
"Thank god. You survived. We haven't seen anyone since escaping."
(Sorry for the small, and insufficient post, but I had no idea what to do. I'd just like to pick this back up.)
|
|
|
Post by GuardsGhost on Aug 30, 2014 14:48:27 GMT -5
((Frost is up then, unless he's gone. Then it'd be Zen's turn))
|
|
ThreeDawg
Administrator
Voice of the Wastes
Posts: 1,219 Likes: 33
|
Post by ThreeDawg on Jun 29, 2015 15:45:53 GMT -5
"Jesus, have you seen the news?" "No, what?" "Apparantly the Concordat got into a fight with a UNSC Frig, right over our heads!" The Marine handed over a tacpad, the screen flashed with an image of a Concordat vessel - all proud and green - opening its plasma cannons upon a UNSC Frigate. They were right, it was over Reach. "That what we've been called to, Sarge?" The other Marine, wearing the colours of the Sergeant, looked up to the two Marines chatting away at the other end of the Pelican. He was visibly shaken by the news, colour had drained from his face. He gulped. "I don't know what happened, Marines. But that ship crashed. It crashed and we're going to look for survivors. Escape pods, anything. Lets hope Brass sorts this incident out before we-" "Before we what? Hand some pain to those fucking split-lips? It's about time we shoved an M6G in their mouths and blasted their blue brains out the other side!" The Pelican was quiet... There was a murmur of agreement.
Pelicans swarmed over Reach's surface like angry bees. They came from all directions, from multiple military installations. Navy, Airforce, even some Army Grunts were on the scene. The frigate was in bad shape, preliminary life sign scans were negative. A couple of makeshift fires alerted them to what survivors had crawled from the wreckage, and aid was dropped down - critically injured immediately carried off. It was a scrap and clear job, this frigate. Even as Marines spread out to comb the wreckage it was clear there wouldn't be any more survivors. Finding anybody in the dark was a problem, even for the Pelicans. The search was slow, lights scanning for the tell-tale trails of devistation caused by escape pods - or even SOEIVs. It would take hours, but they'd all be found. If not by tonight, by morning's light - with any luck they'd survive any wounds they had.
Some time later... "I have something for you, sir." the Marine spoke out - handing over a blank tacpad. The screen booted up, with a single lone message. #---//{Message Begin}
The Hill looks after its own... Welcome to Reach.
#---//{Message End}
|
|