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" Spec ops team in place General" Bane heard through his head set
" Go around the side and see if you can break through any windows, be careful not to be seen, if you are open fire and contact me"
"Copy that" He heard, he made sure all of his men were ready when he heard "Windows found sir, but they are thick safety glass, we would have to blow off the area around the windows, sir" Bane didn't respond for a few seconds.
"Then do it".
The elites took about a minute placing plasma grenades in various places, while the humans sat watching the door. "Sir, be careful the humans have aimed at the door and have grenades ready"
Bane thought about this for a second before the walked back from the door. "Change that, I don't care if you don't kil lany distract them, blow those windows and throw in an grenades and fire all you have"
"Understood sir"
" Good luck"
The shatter of glass and an explosion could be heard through the door. None of the men inside died, but most turned around. " All troops, move up the stairs, get away from the door, get up the stairs" The jackals shuffled up the stairs and eyed Bane weirdly. He grabbed his plasma rifle and ready a grenade. His muscular leg slammed int othe door and he threw the grenade inside, along with a spray of plasma fire. As soon as the grenade made contact he jumped away, small arms fire flickered off his shield and armor, but did little.
"Grenades!" He heard an strong voice shout. Grenades rolled into the hallway, and Bane ran up the stairs, but he was a second too late, his shields were shattered and shrapnel covered him, but this did little more than anger him. The jackals ran forward and loosed fire into the room as Bane tried to stand up. The humans would pay for that, and they would pay for it in full.

Kenny rested on as the crackle of arms fire sounded in the distance. He turned over in the mail cart, and muttered "Green eggs...spam..."

Conrad was continuing to take pot shots at the forces advance towards the building. The grunts and jackals were hobbling awkardly while elites took graceful strides. A volley of plasma fire hit the wall near him, turning the grey stone into glass. Conrad saw a group of elites preparing to breach the buliding. One was just trying to cover its buddies. He responded with a few shots from his DMR.

Conrad realized he was going to get found soon. he needed to figure out a way to lay down some more hurt soon the enemy.

Conrad turned on his radio. "To any friendly air units in the area, Im requesting close air support at this area." Conrad said his coirdinates and repeated the message several times.

"This is Falcon, Callsign Dirty Bird. I read you loud and clear. I can provide fire support."

"Be advised the targert area is crawling with covenant."

"Yeah." the pilot crackled over the radio, "What else is new. Inbound now."

Conrad turned off the radio and sighed in relief. He stepped away from the window, leaned against the wall, and took a drink from his canteen. "Only a matter of time now..."

Icewolf brought his AR around as the elites began smashing through the windows, he fired a burst into one that shedded its shields and allowed a well aimed DMRshot from the falcon to breach its skull. Then the dors to the right burst open and a plasma grenade fell far short of thier position detonating in a haze that at the least obscured the enimis movements. Icewolf kicked ino action barking orders. His AR hummed in his hands as it shredded the first row of jackals that poked their way through the door. Then the elite appeared in lieu of his troops, it was a big one. Probably a general, the colonel slammed anouther clip home as the spec ops hit the gorund and started peppering the marines. The falcon wiped out the last two elites from that squad and the marines took down the rest. Having a pair of spartans with them was giving the marines a severe moral boost. The ODST trooper was next to Icewolf alternating burst fire with him. The jackals and grunts around the general withered under the fire but the general held his ground, laying down impressive arcs of fire with his plasma weapon. Icewolf duked behind cover with the ODST and yelled over the gunfire.
"Go left, go low and hard, cover me as soon as you can. I will distract him."
The ODST looked to where Terrence was indicating and saw the heavily covered walkway. He nodded briefly then reloaded. Terrence slamme anouther clip into his AR and drew his combat blade, nodded once, and then vaulted over the cover, annihilting a grunt with a controlled burst. He felt rather than saw the plasma rounds flickering past him as he flew through the air, then he was among them, firing bursts of controlled fire into the grunts and disabling the jackal's shields. His combat blade mopped up the remainders. As he moved inexorably closer to the elite. Then he was in combat with it, firing a controlled burst to empty his clip at its middrif before charging in. Hs sprnt function activating and crossing the distance faster than the elite expected. Icewolf ducks under the elites guard and drops his AR into his grav harness, making a double handed thrust at the elites armpit armour.

Bane expected the Human to come charging and had his hand on his hip were his sword was. The second the spartan ran at him his grip tightened, but Bane held his ground, once the human hit the lines he ripped the handel from his waste and ignited it, then sending a sideswipe parry against his shoulder, with his left hand he held a plasma rifle and was suppressing the humans, with his sword arm he was fighting a spartan.
A constant stale mate was happening between the battle, and Bane saw his advantage. "I need three drop ships filled with troops on my position, the windows are already blown out"
"Copy that commander 2 are in the area the third is dispatching shall the two wait on the third?"
"No" He said through the mic, he made sure to fire his rifle the whole time, so that the humans were oblivious of his plan. The jackals were done to 4 men, one beam rifle, one needler, and 2 needle rifles.
No troop dared fire at the two combatants, they feared hitting the wrong person, thus they shot between each other,and the humans were winning.

Just saying, im fighting an energy sword with a knife, like a boss.

Anyhoo.

(BIC)
Icewolf ducks and weaves like he was born to do that and that alone, he avoids touching their weapons together for fear of loosing the blade on his knife, but he can see his opponent failing. Then he hears the falcon. The twin roar of the rotor blades cuts through the air and missles flood the sky downing the enemy reinforcements, Icewolf uses this distraction to kick his opponent in the knee and slip his knife up to the elites neck. But a missle blast throws him clear and the Marines turn on the elite firing in powerful volleys. The ODST and Falcon join them pushing the Elite back.

Syrath's Phantom begins to fire on the Falcon, while Syrath and several other Sanghelili drop from its cargo bay onto the field activating their weapons and begin to open fire on the enemy forces, while the Phantom hovers over head continuing to target the Falcon;

"Kill the Demon!"

Bane recoils before his instincts kick in. He rolls to the side as the humans shoot at him. The spartan ran at him knife held high, and Bane kicked his leg out from under him. He sprined towards the other troops, running one through with his sword, then grabbed one of the ODST troops and use the man as a meat shield before throwing him out the window. He lunged at another ODST and sliced him in half, a bloody gurgle was his response. The falcon had been reloading when the tail was blown off, and then the body, as the covenent ships flew by the window. Grunts, jackals, and finnaly two elites jumped out of the Ships. For once the battle was in Banes favor. The two elites grabbed bane and helped him get into one of the drop ships, and his wounds were treated. Bane saw the Humans fighting, but to no avail, the massive amount of troops were overwhelming them. Bane saw the spartan raise his rifle, but before he could shoot Bane yelled
"Next time one of us won't get out Alive" Bane pulled out the two remaining frag grenades and chucked them into the human lines "But it won't be me!" And with that the two elites hopped out of the drop ship and the door slid shut. One of the elites had a plasma repeater, the oher armed with the same.
"Pilot, get me to a field base."
"Yes sir."

Falcon feels the elite thump in the ground behind him. He turns around and strafes left while running at the elite. Falcon sticks his right heel behind the elite's right foot and clothes lines him in the neck. Falcon unsheaths his two combat blades and jabs them into he two eyes staring back at him. Falcon gets up and turns to see a grunt about to throw a plasma grenade at Icewolf. Falcon sprints and jumps throwing the knife in his hand stickig the grunt in it's throat and it falls limp. "Icewolf, you owe me; just sayin'. I am going to the locker. Don't get yourself killed." Falcon retrives his knife and holsters them. He yanks out his SMG and takes cover surveying the area. A pair of jackals skulk around he corner and Falcon puts a burst into both and runs to them to finish them off he needs to. Falcon does the deed and takes an energy shield from the lead jackal and starts rinnin to where the locker is.

Syrath pulls out his Needle Rifle and aims at Falcon, the scope looking onto the humans legs and firing multiple shots into them, reloading, Syrath prepares to complete the finishing blow....

(PS, I'm not trying to kill you, I just think our characters should establish nemesis's?"

Falcon gets hit by a flurry of needles. He falls to the ground because he lost focus and trips. The elite probably hinks he downed him but he does a back roll to his feet and fires a burst of his DMR's AP ammo at the elite and rounds the stairs to safety.

Mikhail went to the first ODST drop pod he spotted, carefully moving towards there so as not to draw the attention of any Covenant snipers. As soon as he got close enough, he noticed the door hadn't opened. He looked inside only to see the occupant unnaturally still, his head tilted to one side. He released the emergency lock and checked for a pulse. The name-tag system on his helmet read "Frost, Ricco A. Deceased".
Mikhail sighed, and made the sign of the cross over his dead comrade. He then took a minute to take supplies and ammunition he could hold before moving on.
The Hell-Jumper quickly moved from building to burned-out building, carefully sweeping his weapon for any signs of enemy contact. So far, the part of the city he had landed in was a ghost town. The actual battle was still a few klicks away, where he could make out the tell-tale signs of projectile and energy-based weapons.
He didn't dare call out to any teammates on his radio, lest any Covenant troops be listening. He would have to search by sight only.
After twenty minutes of fruitless searching, he decided that he should continue on with the mission, and started to head over to where the fighting was.

The Zealot falls onto his back, his shields depleted and purple blood pouring from one of his legs, knocking away a wayward Unggoy he opens fire with his Needle fire but fails to hit anything and his fatigue grows and is forced to balance himself. Activating his com he barks an order into it to his Phantom;

"Get back here you insolent fool! I am in command here, bring me reinforcements, and have the good General informed that abandoning his post is not the greatest of moves!"

Crushing a Marines head under his foot the enraged Zealot limps forward with his Energy Sword drawn....

Conrad was enraged at what he saw. He had joined the assault on the building after the air support had arrived, joining up the other Marines in the fray. Conrad was provided support fire with his DMR.

The elite had the upper hand and athey were giving no quarter. As Conrad looked feverishley through his scope, he spotted a wounded elite execute a marine without mercy.

Conrad had had enough.

He slammed down his pack and pulled out his modified Assault rifle. He had made it himself in Advanced Infatry Training. It had a special sight, a 100 round beta mag, and it fired bigger rounds. He slammed the clip into the hefty rifle and yanked back the action. He stuffed his DMR into his pack and shouldered it. Then, yelling in rage vaulted over his cover and opened up on the elite. "Get some!"

(not trying to kill you. Im just trying to give my character an enemy.)

Syrath felt pain all over his body as the Assault rifle rounds slammed into him, this human showed skill, he'd enjoy taking its head as a trophy. Quicky ducking into cover, Syrath began to open fire with his Needle Rifle and kept a steady pace ordering his other forces to allow him this victory on his own. Quickly jumping up from his position, the Zealot fire a shot directly into the humans right shoulder and quickly ducked down as an Assault rifle round battered his stomach.

"You...You have skill...little human.....but not....enough...."

(Cool, I'd like a rival.)

Bane heard the Zealot talk into his mic. "I will not be insulted by that fool."
The medic had patched him up, and Bane made a choice that the patching up was good enough. He grabbed and extra plasma rifle off of the wall and ordered the pilot to turn around and go back to the ONI building. The phantom opened its doors and Bane began to fire shots at the humans, he noticed that the Zealot was wounded, but didn't take any action. He singed a marine who got courageous and ran up with a grenade. The grenade fell to the ground, but didn't explode, to the luck of his allies. Bane dropped the plasma rifles and quickly grabbed the nearby plasma turret.
Bane slew the humans like grass, but the spartans still stood, the one with the modified AR still shot at the Zealot from cover. Bane yelled out to Syrath " I can save you, but only if you get off your ass and move!" The two elites were the only covenent left in the room and area around it, but Bane saw the last phantom sliding smoothly through the air.
" Phantom E6 preparing to drop troops"
"Fire your concussion cannon into the room, we have a pinned Zealot who needs assistance" Bane told the phantom "AS it cools down open the side door and lay down fire on the Humans, I and the zealot will be falling back to the base."
"Copy that sir"

"I'll give the orders General..... remember your position. Lances 3 and 4, move forward, 5 flank the humans....... Retreat is dishouner..... I shall not blight mine fool."

Syrath continued advancing towards the human, ignoring the foolish General, who dared try and order him around.

EDIT
Disregard
"No, you will die with those wounds, atleast let me patch you up, we can't have a mighty zealot die from bloodloss can we?"

(lol seems like the story haas picked up since Ive posted this. Hopefully I havent messed anything up.)

Conrad saw the purple projectile arc towards him. It seemed like everything was going in slow motion. He watched dazed as it flew and landed square in the center of his shoulder just below his arm joint. Everything began to speed up. Conrad then came back to reality. These things explode.

"OH SH-" The needle exploded into a thousand tiny peices. The small explosion made his ear ring and his legs gave out. Tiny shards of shrapnel tore though the right side of his face, leaving deep and horrific gouges, narrowly missing his eyes.

Conrad didnt feel anything. He knew that meant it was bad. He look over at his arm. The green drab was now stained a dark red from all the blood. What once was his shoulder joint was now just a ragged piece of meat and a chunk of flesh attached to his body... "Oh god... Oh god.." He repeated this over and over again.

"We need a medic over here!" Conrad noticed a Spartan standing over him. An angel clothed in power armor in his eyes. A medic came sprinting over to Conrad and looked down at him. "Jesus Christ..." "Dont just stand there!" The spartan barked "Do your job!" "Yessir!"

The medic kneeled down to him. "Let me see your dog tags." Conrad tryed to move his dominate arm but then remebered it was gone. he showed the doc his dog tags. "Ah. Youre special." The medic began to inject Conrad's wound full of foam. "Youre not out of the fight yet. Hang in there." The medic shot him up full of morphine and quickly severed the usless bits of flesh that was Conrads arm.

Before he knew it Conrad was on a falcon, headed to a hospital. "Dont worry." A marine riding in the falcon said to him. "Youre gonna love your new arm." Conrad hoped so. He watched as they ascended. the fight was probably winding down by now. But he knew that Elite wasent dead. "Youre mine..." Conrad said under his breath. He quickly slipped into the cold embrace of sleep.

OK, let's get a few things straight.

Zealots above General. You can't just order entire armies around, Generals lead small forces, and Elites would never work with Brutes, Brute Hounor Guard haven't been commissioned yet, and being picked by one of the three Prothets personally would make you the supreme god dam commander of the Covenant. They don't work like humans. And have strict codes of hnonor.

I'm not going to give orders, though stealing my support ship and deciding what I do annoys me.

blood reaper wrote:OK, let's get a few things straight.

Zealots above General. You can't just order entire armies around, Generals lead small forces, and Elites would never work with Brutes, Brute Hounor Guard haven't been commissioned yet, and being picked by one of the three Prothets personally would make you the supreme god dam commander of the Covenant. They don't work like humans. And have strict codes of hnonor.n

1) Keep this in the discussion thread, this is the rp thread.
2) I never said the whole army
3) Zealot do not outrank generals
4) The brute squads name was Honor, not the type of squad
So just calm your tits down if it pisses you off that much, I will just leave you to die, a Zealot won't be able to do gak to 2 spartans and an ODST with a bad ass assault rifle.

http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Sangheili_Zealot
http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Sangheili#Other_Ranks

Read what it says.

"Highest ranking below Field Marshal."

I never planed to kill them, nor would I. I suggest you have a read on the Elite page, where it dierctly shows that the Zealot is over the General.

Alright guys lets keep this moving. Maybe your characters can have a dispute in the rp? Sorry for not contributing myself but I think Ive posted enough for a bit.

Non IC posts should go here please, I like an uncluttered RP
http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/434014.page
(Sorry if I sound like a jerk but after playing RPs were posting OOC in the IC thread could get you banned, this is a habit for me)

Syrath ignored the calls for help and continued to limp forward, firing his Needle Rifle into any non Covenant target he could find, that human Daemon had escaped, obviously angerd by his execution of the Marine who'd fallen to close to the Sangheili for comfort;

"This is Fieldmaster Syrath, where are my reinforcements? I tire of fighting beside incompetence like this!"

The Zealot pauses his com as he smacks a Jackal down with his Needle Rilfe and fires into it's head;

"Bring me the Ravager, tell it to prepare a strike team in 40 miniutes!"

'This is ODST sergeant Pete, code name WHite Wolf. We have secured the rooftop landing pad, Pelican Drop Ships are coming in for evac in 30 minutes to outskirts of New Alexandria, bomb charges are planted in the building.'

(Alright time for this story to pick up a bit)

The Pelican pilot moved in towards the ONI building with grace. Ten minutes earlier he had sent the signal telling all friendly troops to get to the pickup point.

As he went in to land on the roof he saw that UNSC forces had gotten the signal. And apparently so had the covenant. They were hightailing it as well.

He opened the rear doors. "Alright ladies, lets move it!" Several dead Marines were carted onto the Pelican. Several ODSTs and Spartans stepped on as well. "Well hot damn, we got Spartans on board!" The pilot called back enthusiastically. The pelican lifted off towards the nearest UNSC camp, were Conrad was now undergoing surgery in.

(I hope I havent screwed anything up. Just thought it should pick up a little bit so the UNSC characters can meet up and the Covvie characters can go through some character development as well. If Ive screwed up anything, send me a PM and we can just disregard this post.)

ALL UNSC PLAYERS THIS POST IS IMPORTANT
Icewolf grunted prying his arm from the half blackened wall of the building opposite the Oni building. He was a couple of hundred metres up and covenant ships were crawling all over the area. He had been hit by a missle and his heated suit had melted its way halfway into the building. He looked down. Not a nice drop. He jumped anyway.

The falcon flew beneath him and he landed on the gun deack calmly, just like stepping off a ramp. He tapped his mike
"Seargeant you there?"
"Yes colonel, right here"
"Put an objective marker on all unsc forces huds. 300 metres south of my position in the old complex. Have a top priority message sent through requesting a rally and regroup."
"Sir yes Sir"

Icewolf tapped on the driver's panel.
"Driver take us to the objective marker. Keep us high and dry. I want to make it before the covenant."

The sounds of the fight was dying down. It may not be good for me, thought Mikhail. The sight of Pelican dropships in the distance confirmed his suspicions. Had the Covenant already taken this sector? Were they leaving?
Before he decided to break radio silence, a dot on his HUD appeared. It appeared to be a rally point. If he ran, he could make it there in twenty minutes.
As he started heading over to that direction, he tried the intercom. "This is PFC Semyonovich, Mikhail, ODST. I just dropped on the surface. Any Friendlies out there?" He hoped to god he would get a friendly response.

'PFC Mikhail Semyonovich, this is ODST Sergeant Pete 'White Wolve' Wolvekill. Got the same dot on your HUD? Get there, we're coming in there too. Stay safe. We're in the Pelicans, what's your position?' Pete said in the intercom.
'Liz, you still got that detonator?'
'Yes sir.'
'Use it and enjoy the sight!'
As she pressed the button on the detonator, the ONI building exploded.
'ONI archives secured.'