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After disabling his suit's electromagnets, two of you are able to work the unconscious Spartan free. Removing his helmet and giving him a hard smack on the back, seems to have done the trick.
Sammael coughs twice, blinks against the light a few times and then cracks a smile at the corner of his mouth.
__________________ "There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
Even in the depths of unconsciousness Sammael could hear the sound of metal scrapping and the feel of movement as the Spartan was dragged out of the metal pod. Slowly Sammael opened groggy eyes; his helmet had been removed revealing a bald scarred head. Fighting the weakness the Spartan pulled himself up and out his squad mates grip.
“Thanks, I am not doing that again, never again.” the dark armoured Spartan turned back to his pod giving it a good kick to make sure it was dead and couldn’t try and kill him again. Reaching inside Acolyte was quickly disengaged he had survived the bump unharmed.
The small sentinel floated to the gathered Spartans.
“Keep an eye out for anything approaching hostile or not.”
Code:
[Scout] … [Request] … [Approved]
The drone floated up and started panning around using its superior targeting sights to look out for anything that could be a threat.
Sammael refitted his helmet with a satisfying hiss as it pressurised. Grabbing his sniper rifle and fitting it to his back he reappered to the rest of his squad ready for combat.
“OW-13 Combat ready sir”
Last edited by Sam Fisher : 05-31-2012 at 02:35 PM.
"Well lets move towards the next point. You lot have a long walk, This unit thought to bring Jet's."
Argyle began walking towards the group arround the perimeter. ((I'm assuming where ignoreing the currently missing behind us, saying he is awake untll we have to decide about him))
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
"I reccomend we get the hell out of this sinkhole. If anything shows up our only cover is the pods, and they're to spread out to be able to force a retreat from the offense." without waiting for an answer he starts heading up the side of the sinkhole looking to get some highground.
Valen smacks you on the back of your helmet and laughs. He turns and takes off in a southwestern direction.
"To the smoke it is, team. Move out!"
Soon enough, and with a little bit of effort, you move up the steep inner slope of the sinkhole. Cresting it's stop... you all easily see where the smoke is coming from - about a mile off, nestled in some rocky outcroppings, you see what looks like a collection of buildings.
Spoiler
The smoke is rising up from among those buildings.
__________________ "There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
"Flanking for scouting. This unit will take the left hill. The Drone should take the right."
"Camera active, IR Active and split. I'm sending you both feeds Onyx 1. Roaming for active devices..."
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
Visual zoom reveals that there is a solitary sentry in the tower to the left, but he appears to be sleeping. He must not have spotted your landing, though there is also quite a bit of rock cover between here and there.
Thermal scanning highlights the area in a slightly warmer tone this far out, with the only other signatures coming from your team and the extremely hot pods that you are now leaving behind. Though it is the middle of the day, the temperature seems to be fairly cool.
"Roger that, Onyx 3."
You sweep out to the left and the drone makes for the right flank, as the rest of your team heads straight up the pipe, picking their way through boulders and shallow ravines. Roaming picks up on a single signal from within the range of the encampment.
Those of you down the canyon that leads to this small gathering begin hearing the faint echos of people talking amid other small noises.
__________________ "There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
"I would assume with great caution and descisive action." Tristan says with his irish accent gently twisting his words. He pulls his hammer from his back and is obviously smiling beneath his helmet.
"There is currently no evidence of hostilities, the drone is also sending images that suggest they are merely cautious. Expect them to be cocky however. Caution Advised."
"And people think AI's sound mechanical."
"Leave it. Wireless device found, I am hacking into the network."
"Go ahead, tell me if you need a hand."
Argyle sets his own vision to normal, the IR link moving to the secondary zone.
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
Last edited by Erik Vale : 06-04-2012 at 10:08 PM.
"Alright, how about this. Onyx 2, cover us and get an important looking one in your sights. Onyx 1, 6, and 5 go and initiate contact. Onyx 7, 3, and 4 will hang back and provide suppressing fire if the situation should necessitate it." John looks around, scanning the area slowly. "Mal, I need points where I could provide the most amount of covering fire."
__________________
Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
-Alan Moore
Vemrya, The Knight
Ognya, The Mage, Wielder of Fire
"X65 has a good plan, let's roll. OW-013, I want an announcement before you engage; you don't have to wait for my reply, just give us a heads up before you pull that trigger."
Valen moved forward to a particularly large boulder and stacked up on it, peering around the side of it, near the ground.
"Six, I want you sweeping to the left, and clear that out building. Five, I want you on the right, moving through those rocks. You three find places to stack up and move in slowly behind us. Give us a leash, but don't make it long one. Onyx Two... you let me know when you've got eyes."
John's AI replies, [John]"Wellsir, if I were you... which I ain't... I'd be making sure nothin' came a'spooked outta either that bunker window or that big ol' open door. Though I reckon that fella in the tower might be mighty itchy as well."
__________________ "There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
Valen stands up from behind the rock and begins approaching the compound. Seconds after he begins his approach, the sentry jumps to his feet and begins shouting in Colonial... as he levels his rifle at V21.
"[Colonial]Someone's coming! Oh sh!t... it's one of those military tank soldiers from the government! It's the bastards that blew up the Yangmun Facility!"
__________________ "There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
Argyle reacts quickly without thinking, his AI's talking.
"No Cover. Provide Surprise."
"Hostility confirmed, thankfully it was only a lockout. Hud aligned."
His Riffle barked, a single shot thudding in the wall next to the man's head, a warning shot.
"Yuor Supposed to ask first. He has shields...."
"[Colonial]I Suggest you lower your riffle. We two just wan't to talk."
Re entering the suits comm's Argyle Speaks.
"Apologies sir. But now there are two of us."
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
Tristan stays silent. His only ranged weapon would be a waste to use on personnel, but he was no where close enough to be able to use his hammer. He walks up with Valen with Valen and makes sure his hammer is held in the least threatening position possible.
The sentry flinches as the concrete beside his head fractures, sending small pieces everywhere. He lets out another shout, over his shoulder... where there is already a lot of commotion happening.
"[Colonial]They're firing upon us!"
His DMR then sounds off a single shot, before he ducks down behind the half wall in front of him. The shot, narrowly missing Onyx 1, causes a small plume of sand to jump up from the ground behind him. Sammael can see the other two that were by the fire are making their way to the main opening, one with a shotgun and the other with an assault rifle. He then sees two additional people exit one of the buildings, carrying the tripod and machine gun to set up a mounted 50 cal.
"[Colonial]You say there are two of you and yet I can see three. Are you a liar as well as a government pig?!"
__________________ "There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
"Tristan you silly...Guy's really, stay where you are unless you have to, you make it difficult."
"Quite." [Colonial]”Apologies, it has been a while since this unit has had to speak to some low lying frontwater pukes. Tree of us want to talk, some others just wanted to crack, and harm. And don’t think there are just tree of us proud members of the UNSC.
You all know he can speak colonial quite fluently, the mistakes he’s making must come from wanting to cover the amount of them there are. Probably while cursing Tristan. However, it is obvious he has gone to intimidation.
"More are probably coming. I can’t see any."
"Just as long as they are low on the heavy stuff, we’re fine. So do you want to talk Valen? Or are you going to leave us to the torture of the language Tristan is making Argyle pull?"
”Quiet you. But yes, seriously Tristan? Do you plan on being a sparten Body Shield? Honestly? Covering fire was provided.”
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
Last edited by Erik Vale : 06-09-2012 at 12:35 AM.
Argyle sighs in his suit. Of course this would be declared, but perhaps a short conversation at least. Well, no one would be friendly.
“Doc, he said hot, hot means hot, which means if they have a gun, shot them.”
He then speaks through his loudspeaker.
[Colonial] “Sorry boys, but boss calls hot. Those found bearing arms will be shot so drop ‘em and lay down. This is what happens when you aim at a Spartan.”
“Tell me when you want me inside the gates, or I’ll go in when Tristan breaks down the door. God knows that boy needs close support.”
Mentally, he starts slowly counting to 5, giving time for his warning to the colonials sink in as he takes aim on the most dangerous person he can see through his DMR….
To avoid harming the sanity of the DM I can no longer:
* Cast flesh to stone on a annoying Druid
** Cast Rock to mud on a Druid statue
*** Scoop mud into little ceramic pots
**** Plant tree's in individual ceramic pots
***** Claim that I have helped them become one with nature
wasnt i supossed to come with you guys? why would my guy hang back? hes not able to provide cover fire or any kind of decent ranged support.
Tristan realizes that there was some kind of miscommunication and that it was his fault that things were going hot. Well i can either beat my self up about it and feel bad, or beat them up and learn from it. he thinks to himself. He doesnt bother activating his speakers and just says over the comm "Sorry guys, but for some reason i thought i was part of the welcoming committy." he grips his hammer and charges for the men carrying the .50 cal, figuring it would be a bad idea to give them time to set up.
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