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[Cracklord]

The Inquisitor nods. "Of course."

[The Librarian]

Shinji

"You work with the Spartans then?" he asks suspiciously.

He smiles still blushing a little.
Well, believe it or not but, I am a Spartan. Spartan-C015.

[darkblade]

Asuka

Asuka makes her way down to the EVA.

Starring into the four eyed visage of mettalic beast she grins.

"Listen here. You are nothing but a giant toy. Do you hear me? That means you follow my commands and do exactly what I tell you. Why does a mecha even need a mind, it just gets in the way." She orders the unresponsive beast.

"Now that that's out of the way. Time to get going."

Asuka gets into her entry plug and makes her way outside to meet the Spartans crew which she is supposed to travel with.

***

Shinji

"Shinji Ikari, pilot of EVA Unit-01. I need your help, my Father Commander Ikari has gone missing and I think he was responsible for what happened to Unit-02 yesterday." Shinji explains.

"Most of NERV is loyal to him so I can't pursue an investigation here alone without getting reported and silenced. He can't touch anyone from the USNC though."

[The Librarian]

Alicia steps back all the sudden realizing hes Commander Ikari's son.
I uh-didn't know you were Commander Ikari's son. I'm also afraid I didn't know your father had anything to do with Asuka's EVA going crazy. I'm sorry but I can't say I'd be able to help you Shinji. There is this though.

Alicia hands him the data chip from Linda's visor containing the recording of their entire patrol.
I was asked to bring this to Commander Ikari. It contains all the geographic data of the region we patrolled and the movements of many of the native animals that we tagged. I would really appreciate if you handed it to him.

[The Tygre]

Yoda
With a start, Yoda realizes something. "Youngling!" The little Jedi master rushes to a breath mask to get to River.

HK-47
There's a disturbance at the base. A disturbance with explosions. Someone's already started. The HK hopes his target is intact. The assassin droid starts moving towards the base, keeping an eye out for any guards.

[industrious]

Simon and River

River and Simon emerge from one of the nooks and crannies in the cargo hold, Simon rubbing his head tenderly.

"What happened?"

"You slipped and hit your head. There is a 53.59% chance you have a concussion."

"River..."

"60%"

Book

The man was insane. Completely and totally. The Operative would be well-justified in attempting to convince Mal to get off this rock now. But first, he had to change back into a set of more normal clothes; his body armor would raise too many questions.

Samus

Examining the trail, Samus continues to follow it towards the location the Na'vi gave her.

[darkblade]

Shinji

Shinji looks briefly at the package, "Sure I'll give it to him if I see him again."

With that he walks off down to prepare for his rounds. Even with knowledge that his Father was up to something it would be unwise to leave the base unprotected.

[Fan]

Meanwhile, Mandallus heads off to utilize the eating facilities. Space Marine or not, one needed to keep one's strength up. Although he didn't remove his armor as the Xenos could still be in the building, and no space marine worth his salt EVER got caught off guard.

Minuets later, a 9 ft tall, terminator power armored space Marine squats through the door way of the cafeteria, and his head scraping the top of the roof, as he grunts at the Servers... Several of them emitting pitiful noises as the man is still covered in the dried blood of the xenos.

[Cracklord]

Yoda
You are seen by two guards, but utilizing the force convince them that they saw nothing, and have orders to be at another spot. As you scuttle onto the ship, you come face to face with a big, violent looking man with dark eyes and a goatee.

Book
As you return to the ship, you see Jayne staring at a short, green humanoid in a robe.

Samus
The forest is becoming denser and harder to navigate, when you come to what seems to be a canyon. What you are looking is down there.
How should you approach? March boldly in? Try and sneak past the inevitable lookout? Observe it for a while? Night is falling, and you feel pretty tired, but lying asleep in the jungle might not go well.

HK-47
You make your way in, and no humans give you a second glance, assuming that if you weren't supposed to be here, you wouldn't. However, much of the base is cut off, and you suspect you will bee under closer scrutiny trying to enter those area's.

Shinji
As you get ready for patrol, you run into Asuka, likewise preparing herself. A big hand clamps you on the shoulder. "Ah, Shinji. It was decided that you should go with Asuka when they go to the Aliance. The area is looking pretty quiet, and a show of force is always a good idea when writing an agreement. You know what they say. Carry a big gun and talk quietly."

Space Marine
You easily get a table to yourself, everyone awed or outright terrified of you. The food is adequate, the nourishment free of contamination. Nobody tries to spark up conversation, and you don't recognize anyone except your brothers.

John Carter
Men are loading the aircraft, with the intention of going to the other base. Your feelings regarding the place are mixed, but you took Quartrich's offer, and if you don't return you'd have to break you're word.

[The Librarian]

*Next Day for Spartans*

The Halo Base is buzzing with life. The two frigates, Sledgehammer and You Feeling Lucky? hover over the base ready to escort this mission. Overnight

Kurt spent the entire time replaying the his visors recording of the patrol. All the attackers fighting styles were noted. The creatures Linda had tagged with Markers were now on the updated Holographic Map showing the movements of the various herds of Pandorian animals. He had concluded this journey would require heavily armored after going through dozens of possible battalion arrangements he concluded that it would be safest to travel via air. Kurt had ordered that the Frigates carry along with them land vehicles if necessary and three Albatross from The Everlasting Beacon are on standby with an Elephant Command Vehicle and a few Grizzly Tanks, which Luther had suggested were "a necessary precaution."

With the plan set, in the morning two Frigates, 4 dozen Hornet Fighters and 13 Vulture Gunships, with one of them being used by the Spartan Team with two Hornet Class-C, armed with Cerebus Missile Pods, two pairs of Stallion HMG's, and two passengers seats for others sit inside the Spartan Vulture.

Kurt checks all comms to before giving orders.
All Squad leaders and Frigate Captains, check in.
We hears ya loud and clear on the Sledgehammer, Kurt.
Were all ears up here, waitin' for your orders Kurt.
"Squad 1 checking in."
Squad 2, awaiting orders sir.
Squad 3, on your six Lt. Colonel Kurt.
Alright, as soon as the EVA children are ready to go we move out. Keeps your eyes peeled for anything. If yesterday's patrols taught us anything, its that any hesitation or second-guessing will be your death. Take all necessary risks to keep yourselves alive. Understood?
All: "Yes sir!"

Kurt turns off the comms relaxing for a moment. Luther, Linda, and Alicia climb on board the Vulture.
Who are we waiting on Kurt?
Were waiting for Asuka, and this other EVA kid to show up.
I don't mind having an EVA following us to the Alliance Base. Hell, two EVA's sounds almost like an assurance for success, but why are they sending Asuka back out after what happened yesterday, she couldn't possibly fully healed from her injuries yet.
Its not our choice sadly Luther. Besides, Asuka sounds like a strong a girl to me. I would give her the benefit of the doubt.
What about this second child, we know anything about him.
No, I actually didn't find out we be getting a second EVA joining us until a few hours ago.
Wonderful...this definitely make things easier.
I'm sure if this child's an EVA he or she will be just as good as Asuka.

[Executor]

I dined simply, but heartily, that night with my rescuers. They introduced themselves as Marines of something called they referred to as the UNSC. The food served was of a kind unknown to me. It was served in silver packets, which were boiled in hot water, and then placed on my tray. I was given a spoon, and a knife with which to open it. The label on my packet claimed that it was Chicken à la king, but when I opened it, all I saw was a light brownish mass, which didn't look particularly edible. Still, I ate it anyways. On my first bite, I discovered that it wasn't in fact particularly bad. And, being hungry, I wasn't particularly picky either. I filled myself on the meal packs, and in the long Pandoran night, I slept lightly in one of the spare bunks. The barracks room was filled with the sounds of snoring fighting men, and outside of the building, I could still hear the sounds of the Pandoran jungle. Howls and yelps and hisses and the chirps of bird-like creatures. Late into the night, I lay awake, staring upwards at the bunk above me, wishing nothing more than to be returned to Barsoom and the arms of dear Dejah Thoris.

In the morning, I was disappointed to find that I had not been returned to Barsoom. As I arose, I looked out a window spotted one of the other aircraft, a Sampson, loading up to make the return run back to Hell's Gate. To be honest with myself, I was beginning to have mixed feelings about this whole operation. After having met one of the Blue Men, I had found that they were not primitives. Savage, yes, and brutal, but not primitive. They were no more primitive than the Tharks and other Green Men back on Barsoom. Indeed, Tars Tarkas and Tsu'tey would probably get along famously, if they didn't fight each other. Regardless, I am a man of my word, always, and I had given Quaritch my word on this. Resigning myself to carry out whatever task the Colonel had for me, I exited the building and walked across the tarmac, breathing mask secured on my head, and flagged the flight crew down.

The return flight to Hell's Gate was quick, but the scenery was no less spectacular than the last time. As we flew, I spotted something out in the distance, also flying. It was quite distant, yet it still appeared huge, and was coloured in scarlet and orange. Four massive wings beat the air steadily, while two legs with eagle-like talons trailed behind the huge beast.

"Great Leonopteryx" said the pilot of the Sampson, noticing my awed look.

"Be glad he doesn't seem to be hunting, or else all we'd see is his shadow before he knocks us out of the sky" he continued. In the distance, the Leonopteryx roared, deep like a lion, but piercing like an eagle's shriek. Deep inside my heart, something stirred within me as I watched the Leonopteryx, so fierce and so free.

When we arrived at Hell's Gate, I left the tarmac quickly and proceeded into the building with the large command tower. I found Colonel Quaritch in the room at the top of this tower, standing before a holographic display, and speaking with a man in shirt and tie who seemed to be of some importance from the tone of their conversation.

"Sir, Captain Carter, back from reconnaissance and reporting for duty" I said as I came to stand behind Colonel Quaritch, snapping a salute out of military habit.

[The Tygre]

Yoda
Yoda reaches out with the Force, trying to read the man's aura. It may give a hint to his allegiances...

HK-47
HK tries to be inconspicuous, avoiding eye contact with meatbags. He looks for the nearest terminal where he can find blueprints, maps, security codes, etc. Any hints to where his target may be.

[darkblade]

Shinji and Asuka

What is he trying to do? "Good to see you've returned sir."

He reaches into his pocket for the data the Spartan gave him but decides against it. This disk likely also carries information of Unit-02's condition before it went beserk and the last thing he wants to do is hand that off to his Father.

"I'll go. Are you sure it is a good idea to send both EVAs though? If the Na'vi attack?"

Asuka takes the oppurtunity to butt into the conversation. "Then the USNC Marines will take care of it. Hurry up and get ready stupid, or they'll leave without you."

Asuka goes to board Unit-02 while Shinji waits upon an answer from his Father.

[Fan]

Mandallus preens his Terminator Armor, wiping it clean of all Xenos taints, and polishing the Crux Terminatus to a brilliant shine. He repaired the Rosarium's mechanisms, reinforcing what he could with help from a Tech Priest.

Today would be a great battle, the enemy would fall, and this planets perfect super conductor, and the ability to maybe even restore the Emperor should this "flesh graft", and "Organ replacement" ordeal go well... They would need to take organs from Robute Gulliman's body as he, being a primarch, is the closest match in existence to the Emperor's blood... The Ultra Marines would not like this, but it twas a nessecary sacrifice for the Emperor to walk once more.

As he mulled this over, he cleaned out the barrel of his storm bolter, bits and bobs of sharpnel falling out from the long overused barrels. When he was done, the armor gleamed a brilliant silver, and the purple tabbard that hung from the waist bore proudly the Chapters symbol is brilliantly detailed gold. He then stepped into the massive suit of power armor, the Black carapace initiating his interface with the power armor, servo's whirred as the compensated for the additional weight seemlessly, and the targetting reticule appeared in the center of his hud.

Proud, and beautifully presented now, he went to the room in which is now medically treated battle brothers sat talking to each other about the glories that would surely be attained in todays battle, even the Predator had been adjusted to properly be able to fit into this room.

Nodding to his Brother Captain, and giving a firm hand shake to every member of rank, including the basic battle brothers, he then stepped to the front of the room, and, said.

"Battle Brothers, friends, noble warriors of the Imperium. Today we have found the enemy's base of operations. The Xenos call it the Tree of Souls. If this is anything like our other encounters, this may be similar to a Necron Tomb. We'll be deploying via Drop Pod when the rest of the now Indoctrinated Commisar Quatrich's forces arrive. We will strike when the Xenos expect it least, and hit their leadership before moving on to their aerial units. Our Gothic Class Battleship will be providing support in the form of a squadron of Thunderbolt Heavy Fighters, and Marauder Bombers to blanket the area around it in fire, and give us support against their aerial units. We deploy on command, so get in your drop pods, and await orders once you feel you are ready, and know that the Emperor Protects us this day in this most noble conquest for the Imperium of Man!"

[Cracklord]

Shinji
"Don't worry, I don't forsee any difficulties for a long time." Gendo says with a smile. You recognize the smile, it means he thinks he is being clever. He is definitely up to something.

Yoda
The man is deeply confused, and is looking for guidance. A man of faith would pray, but he believes in cold logic and reason, so tries to apply that to his actions. You can sense his struggle strongly.

HK-47
You find a unsupervised terminal after a few minutes search. It has restricted access, but you believe you can overcome it with a few minute work.

Carter
The Colonel turns, and, while he doesn't smile, he seems pleased to see you. "John Carter. Good to see you back." He says. "We're preparing an offensive. The primitives have resumed hostilities, and we have no choice. Either open war, or a single strike to stop them, and minimize loss of life. I know how it sounds, and pre-emptive strikes are always hard to justify. But I need men I can count on, and I would like to think I can count on you. Are you in, Captain?" He asks, using your new rank to remind you you've already given your word, in many ways this is just a formality.

Halo
The Spartans troupe in after John Carter. Quartrich stares at them. "So your the men the Alliance sent to make sure I'm doing my job. What do you want, and how can I help you with it?"

Space Marines
Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn steps up behind you. For a moment he stares around, his eyes seeming to see into the soul of every marine, and then he raises a hand for silence. There isn't much to add, but he does anyway. "The rewards more than outweigh the risks should we succeed. Imagine it! The Emperor reborn and walking amongst his people as a living god. Who can say such a thing is wrong? None but Heretics, and so it is ironic that the roots of heresy have born the fruit that will save us all. This planet shall restore Imperium, and you are to usher in a new age of men. The Emperor protects. Now go to your stations and prepare yourselves."

[The Librarian]

Kurt steps forwards from his squad.
That would be correct Colonel. I am Lieutenant Colonel Kurt, the leading officer on the ground for the UNSC. Were just here to make sure your base is fully functioning, if you need any supplies or vehicles we can also help you out there.

[Cracklord]

Colonel Quartrich salutes back. "We appreciate the offer, but I'm dancing on so many strings I don't even know who I report to anymore. Anyway, we're preparing an offensive. We'll keep you notified of course."

[Executor]

"Sir, I am a gentleman first and a fighting man second. And a gentleman's word is his bond. If we are to destroy this... Tree of Souls, then I stand with you, wherever you might need me. You have my sword, sir" I said, with honesty and conviction in my voice despite the doubts in the back of my mind. I had, after all, given my word, and your word is nothing something a gentleman breaks easily or with a light heart. Still, in the back of my mind, I heard an echo of the Leonopteryx's cry, and I remembered the beast, with its fierce beauty and nobility. Like the roar of the lion upon the savannah, or the scream of the hawk above the plains, or the grinding snarl of the grizzly bear in the mountains, the cry of the Leonopteryx stirred up thoughts of wild freedom in my heart. I have always been a man of duty by habit, but naturally I have always been a wanderer, and in the Leonopteryx, which was servant of nothing except itself, I had found a kindred spirit.

"Sir, might I inquire what sort of threat this Tree of Souls is? That necessitates us launching an early offensive? Afterall, I would like to know what I am dealing with before I go gallavanting off to kill it, as you understand" I continued, resting my hand on the pommel of my sword as I addressed the Colonel.

[Cracklord]

John Carter
He steps up, threading around the Spartans and looks you in the eye. "It's a holy site for the natives. Heart of their world. And it's their base where they conduct their guerrilla war. We can't approach it on land, we can barely get there by wind. There will be causalities, but it should end all hostilities. or at least, destroy the organization that makes their offensive dangerous. It's not something I like doing, but I don't have the men for an all out war, and besides, it will minimize casualties on both sides ending it before hand. It doesn't do them any good to lose twenty men for every one of ours."
He looks down. "I'll give you a command. Captain, I suppose."

[darkblade]

Shinji and Asuka

"For all our sake's I hope you are right Father." Shinji says as he makes his way to Unit-01.

The two mechanically caged monsters join the Spartans and John Carter outside of the base.

The teenaged girl voice from the red giant of Unit-02 speaks, completely unlike the feral roars of it's rampage. "Are we ready to go yet?"

[Falgorn]

Predator

The agile hunter made his way through the entangled mass of bushes, trees and other nuisances found in the jungle. He was still hunting for the elusive Na'vi, and whatever else he could find. For the thrill of the hunt, he reminded himself, hacking down vine growth with his wrist-blade. For the thrill of the hunt.

[Cracklord]

Shinji
Your machines are being inspected, and technicians and scientists are trying to determine how it works, but soon give up. Nobody important has come out to meet you, they seem to be leaving the next step to you.

Predator
All around, you hear the sounds of the forest. Filtering them out, you come across something better. Ahead is a valley, with such a range of heat tones you are all but blind. It doesn't matter. Your other senses work just as well. There are over four hundred of your prey down there. And they have no idea you are coming.

[The Tygre]

Yoda
The Jedi tenses a little, in case another battle is ahead. He lets out a quizzical, "Hrmm? Who are you?"

HK-47
HK starts digging throughs files and programming. First and foremost, he goes for blueprints, crew rosters, anything. The more he knows about this base, the better. Second, he starts cycling through cameras, looking for anyone that matches his target's description.

[Falgorn]

Predator

The Predator's lips curl into a cruel smile. He sits down, planning a course of attack.
Direct Approach? No, they are primitive, but their numbers could overwhelm him. He would need to find another, more logical and strategized way to hunt. Slowly, he snuck down to the valley, to the edge of the village. Activated his stealth systems, he hides behind a tree. He looks around for something that could cause a rancid stench or loud screech, that would alert one or two of the Na'vi.

Farseer Caerys
A ship exits the webway. A tiny ship, built for farseers. The ship approaches the lush moon, scanning for a sutiable landing landing zone.

[Cracklord]

Predator
Nothing obvious. Then you see a young pair moving towards the fringes of the village ahead of you, holding hands, moving towards the area where their odd, six-legged steeds were kept. Both are unarmed, yet something draws you anyway.

Yoda
The man gasps and falls of his chair. "Who... what are you." He gasps, suddenly sweating, his face redening with shock as he suddenly becomes aware of you.

HK-47
Nothing. Nothing at all. The only lead is a figure you recognize as her protector, one Simon Tam. He is currently in a ship in the main hanger.

Eldar
The Mon-kiegh have come to this world, once a part of your mighty empire. As you sift through the threads of fate, you shiver. Without your interference, in twenty star years the galaxy... stops. Nothing. Whatever they are trying to do, you must stop them, and quickly, for you sense a dark presence here. The devourer, then nameless one, she who thirsts is here. But you feel one tiny thread of hope. You sense another, one you have had dealings with in the past, who even Eldrad has been known to turn to for advice.
Ships circle the world, all human, many you don't recognize, all belonging to the Mon-kiegh. Not good.

[industrious]

Samus

Rolling into her Morph Ball, the Hunter begins her infiltration of the canyon. A small metallic ball should draw less focus than a heavily armored figure. She hopes.

Firefly

Pacing up and down the cargo bay, Mal considers his options. "Wash, we're going to have to leave this world; things are getting too hot for us to risk anything with our cargo. Get the ship prepped for launch; we're all present and accounted for."

Book attempts to voice his objections, citing a need for further Masses for the dead, but the captain will have none of it. "Sorry Preacher. God has no gorram business mucking with my profits."

[darkblade]

Team EVA Pilots

Asuka partially ejects her entry plug and dons an enviromental helmet so that she can exit her EVA. As she climbs down the mettallic giant she calls the nearest technician.

"My name is Asuka Langley Sorhyu, designated pilot of Evangelion Unit-02. Charmed huh? I was sent here to meet with the Alliance representatives on behalf of NERV." She says unnaturally happy.

Still inside his entry plug Shinji presses his palm into his face. He already knows she is going to cause a diplomatic disaster. Why would his Father even send two kids on a diplomatic mission anyways?

[Fan]

The Emperor's Wrath, Gothic Class Battle Ship:

The pilot of this ship, realizing that a Eldar ship had just appeared on the monitor promptly freaked out, they were a gothic class battleship, while they had plenty of Lance's with which to drive right through a ship, any battle ship for that matter, a small single boarding transport like that one? They'd have to rely on point defenses, and a rather small retinue of Lightningbolt fighters that had recently been altered for deep space use....

Never the less, he told all men to report to battle stations, the Adeptus Mechanus, and the Adeptus Astartes would not be caught unawares by Xenos scum!

Surface, base hanger:

The man Asuka had addressed was in fact a tech priest who had meandered a tad too far from his station, drawn by the strange kreening the machine spirit of these... Evangelions emited almost constantly. It was a sad sound, one of sorrow, and a bitter agony.. The machine spirit of this was a tortured being, and something deep within him made him want to help it, unknowing of it's true nature. He had been inspecting it, being the Imperium of Mans contribution to the repair, and technology divisions of this base when she addressed him.

Never the less, the man turned to Asuka, rather astounded that someone would've choosen to address him of all people, a rather low ranking Tech Priest.

"Indeed citizen. As for your alliance, I was under the impression that the Imperium had officially ceeded this base. Ah well. Anyways.. There are a few systems I don't understand, but I believe that these plates on your Titan Walker will be fine, and hopefully the machine spirit of this noble artifice will return unscathed so me, and my brothers may soothe it's many wounds."

He speaks this combination of jargon, and technical terms like it was simple english... Although he does seem to be more optimistic than the other "Tech Priests", and representitives of the Imperium that you have seen.

(Optimism that will be crushed out of him like a boulder hitting a grape.)

[The Librarian]

((Because Shinji and Asuka all rolling with a battalion of UNSC Marines and Armor +A team of Spartans, that are the equivalent of an army.))

Luther, and Linda walk forward backing up Asuka. Luther is by far the largest of the Spartans standing at almost 8ft in his Spartan Armor. He lowers his visor to show that hes human and to be friendly.
Just make sure those plates are compatible with the armor. We had a little incident with the young ladies EVA recently.

Linda lightly punches Luther assuming that type of information should be confidental, although he didn't exactly go into detail yet. Linda his a much slimmer figure than Luther, even in her MJOINIR armor.
Luther!

[Fan]

((Because Shinji and Asuka all rolling with a battalion of UNSC Marines and Armor +A team of Spartans, that are the equivalent of an army.))

Luther, and Linda walk forward backing up Asuka. Luther is by far the largest of the Spartans standing at almost 8ft in his Spartan Armor. He lowers his visor to show that hes human and to be friendly.
Just make sure those plates are compatible with the armor. We had a little incident with the young ladies EVA recently.

Linda lightly punches Luther assuming that type of information should be confidental, although he didn't exactly go into detail yet. Linda his a much slimmer figure than Luther, even in her MJOINIR armor.
Luther!

Even at 8 ft, Luther was TINY compared to the Space Marines he dealt with regularly, the technician merely nods to the Armored figure, thinking him to be a Scout Marine, or a Tactical Marine of some strange green adorned chapter, but remains silent. It's rude to go into another conversation while your talking to a lady.