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Post by Mikey on Jul 31, 2008 14:43:04 GMT -5
(Everyone but Gunny and myself will be in our base camp, wandering around and waiting for orders.)
Gunshots and explosions could be heard all around. The camp was more of a fortress. Dropships, both human and elite, made makeshift walls and soldiers of four different races stood guard. Humans, elites, and grunts and hunters that sided with the elites over the rest of the covenant.
Inside the command tent, Wighen and John stood and looked at a large holographic map of the battlefield, shooting suggestions and strategies back and forth.
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Post by Kan on Jul 31, 2008 15:04:44 GMT -5
I fold my arms and lean against a Instacrete bunker wall, watching the covenant creatures with all but disgust on my face. Fought practically my whole f*cking life against these Split-chins and now I have to fight with them. I spit on the ground and glare at a rookie Elite as he passes by, my aggravation visible. The elite just walks past and doesn't stop, a good idea if I've ever seen one.
I've killed more than a few elites with just my combat knife, nothing like slitting their throats and watching their purple blood pour out while your squad eliminates the others, a quick and efficient kill.
I crack my neck, continuing watching, I might have to work with these freaks, but I don't have to enjoy it, maybe my aim will slip next time I fight...
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2008 15:12:01 GMT -5
Captain John Ericcson, callsign: Cougar, stood at his end of the holo map in his full Orbital shock drop trooper uniform, except for his helmet which was on the ground at the side of the map, exposing Ericcson's sleek, clean shaved predatorial and scarred face with his graying jet black grown out buzz cut, his Shotgun propped up against the holomap while his Sniper rifle sat in the corner of the command tent. Several staff officers watched the two of them around in the tent, listening to them and the computer consoles they were at. Ericcson stared at the holo-screen hunched over it at his commanding and at times intimidating height of 6 feet 1 inch, starting to point out units and locations with his finger
Sector 2-2-1-3 Lima has fallen, we lost a full three squads and their warthog contingent there. Sector 2-2-1-4 Lima is now under attack, surrounded on all sides as we lost Sector 2-2-1-5 Lima, 2-2-2-4 Lima, and 2-1-2-4 Lima. Thats at least a companies worth of men, including civilian militia attache and local law enforcement detachments in the area. Sector Zulu is currently receiving probing attacks but is in tact for the most part. The entire area to the north is falling, the east is holding strong but the casualties are already heavy-- and mounting. We've lost contact with the west, and we don't have enough satellites left or U.A.V's to regain contact or monitor them along with the north east and south. Our command structure is losing vital links in the chain and we're currently surrounded. The area surrounding our camp is being raided, just mobile light forces driving along trading fire with our own mobile light warthog patrols. Sector Kilo has been shot up pretty badly already. S**t, we just lost another squads worth in Kilo 3-4-1-3. Things are going to S**t's out here, but we're holding on, and reinforcements to all sectors are underway. A whole regiment is pushing to reinforce and retake sector Lima...
Ericcson stops talking as a buzz was heard from his helmet and he reached down, putting it on and starting to talk into the helmet radio. He buzzes through the helmets external speaker
D*mn.. D*mn.. D*AMNIT! We just lost contact with the final fire team holding Lima 2-2-1-5. We need that regiment of reinforcements and we need them now, the fighting surrounds us on all sides.... we're losing sectors, we're at about half strength, with various strong points that haven't fallen yet. If the east or south fall.... we'll be encircled. When they hit, they hit hard. How big do you think their unit is? We're inflicting as many casualties as we're taking, if not more...
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Post by Mikey on Jul 31, 2008 15:36:22 GMT -5
Wighen stood near the holomap, looking down at it and seeing the real time troop movments that were covered by the human satalites. Personally, he had never had much patients for this sort of thing. He was perfectly at peace on a battlefield, slaughtering the enemy, or on his ship and destroying enemy ships.
But, it was his duty, as fieldmaster, to organize his troops. Their lives were in his hands, and they trusted him fully. Thats what he didnt like. If he made a mistake, their deaths were on his hands.
He walked to the other side of the holomap to get a better look at things, standing next to Ericcson. He was taller than most elites, standing a little over nine feet tall. He was covered in scars, many of them superficial, except the fact that he was missing two fingers in his left hand. The happened to both be the outer ones, making the task of gripping objects with that hand nearly impossible.
"The brutes are feirce warriors, but they are not the smartest creatures. More often than not, they dont take cover under fire. I would feel comfortable saying that for every one of your men that fall, two or more brutes fall as well." He said, bending his inverted knees and crouching so he could get a straight accross look at the map. Still, no ideas came to him.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2008 15:46:09 GMT -5
Ericcson mumbles under his breath inside the helmet, the external helmet speaker turning it into a whisper "Like the d**n Chinese.", showing a flash of Ericcson's military history knowledge of the 20-21st centuries where the Chinese and America, two growing economic and military powers, had often been at odds or been "friends". The brutes style was pretty much the Chinese P.L.A army's style, to him.
I think we should make sure the area around the base should be cleared, just... cleared. 100 yards open wide as a killing zone, and focus all our machine guns and weapons capable of firing out to that range accurately and preferably, rapidly, aimed out there. Killing fields. Set up booby traps. Pit holes. Cheap traps. Leave several corridors open for us to leave en masse, through one scorpion tank wide column convoys minimum. We need to use what time we have until we finally get hit, or starting to hit, keeping our mens minds off of the casualties from all over and on work while fortifying the base.
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 31, 2008 16:06:55 GMT -5
Sgt Zerconi was slowly walking around the compund,listining to all the gunfire and warfare around.Several Elites ran by,and he nodded slightly to them.He may have fought them for a long time,but he harbored no hate for them.They were warriors,like he was in a sense,and now that they were allied,they had to put feelings aside for each other that might interfere with defeating the remains of the Covenent.Leaning against the center building of camp,he waits for orders to come down from HQ or the two who were the leaders of the camps armed forces.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 31, 2008 16:23:33 GMT -5
Kemy walked around the base, looking at some of the humans expressions as he passed by, even seeing one look like he was even ready to attack him. With a sigh, he continued moving along. He knew all to well that both of their species have fought against each other. and he still had some hatred against the humans. But he knew that there were much bigger enemy's to take down. Like the brutes and the prophet of truth.
As Kemi was walking, he stopped and looked out to the horizon, he wondered when the battle would commence, since he was ready to prove himself a great warrior to his leaders.
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Post by Viral on Jul 31, 2008 16:39:56 GMT -5
Lt. Carter stood along the perimeter staring out at the destruction that could be seen in the nearby countryside. He made sure his battle rifle was ready to fire. "None of them d*mn apes gunnu catch this side with their pants down." By side he meant the eastern side of the perimeter where a half a dozen armed marines sat waiting for anything to shoot at. Drinking from his canteen, he pulls his eyes from his killzone. "Covenant aren't that bad I guess. Grunts can **** you off occasionally, but nothing a good shove wouldn't fix." Grinning at his last remark he moves his eye back across the embankment.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jul 31, 2008 18:16:12 GMT -5
Capitan Andrew Rickovich walked into the tent, seeing John and Weighn eying a Holomap. Explosions could be heard outside the parimeter of the complex. There was a huge war going on out there. The covenant were fighting hard. There was the occasional sound of a banshee flying over the complex or the sound of a Spartan Laser being fired. Screams were heard around the complex. Whatever was going on out there, sounded bad.
Andrew saluted the Elite and the fellow Capitan who were surverying a Holomap of the battlefield. "Capitan Andrew Rickovich reporting sir" he said firmly to the Elite and the Capitan.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2008 18:25:45 GMT -5
Ericcson turns and returns the salute before returning his hand back to his side and starting to look back over in the north east seeing how its situation was.
Welcome aboard captain. The way things are looking I will be assigning a detail to you to set up clearing zones and clear the area around the base for 100 yards, and then set up traps, pit falls, the works. Anything you can use, even cheap stone age pungi traps, while leaving corridors open. Weighn, can you get some men out there to help as well? We should mix some elites and marines together for a security detail to help the manual laborers and engineers. I'm expecting an attack any moment now, every second is another second closer to getting slammed up the a**. Think you can do that?
Ericcson zooms the holo map in on their location, starting to map out instructions on the surrounding terrain
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jul 31, 2008 21:25:04 GMT -5
"Sir yes Sir! Nothing short of Sir!" Andrew replied before eyeing the Holomap. "I can take a squad in sir if you would assign me to one. Ill take them in with four Warthogs and complete the required task". The explosions were getting louder now. The tent rocked with the force of the explosion and the Holomap fizzled abit from the sudden force.
"There getting close sir. Soon they will be right ontop of us. I suggest we begin sending in more troops and reinforcements. The brutes are powerfull sir, more than our Marines can handle"
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2008 21:51:27 GMT -5
Ericcson curses under his breath about artillery fire and growls
You are being granted a platoon(consider it 35 men) of engineers and manual workers with enough carrier warthogs to carry them all, and then two squads(7 men a squad, two fire teams of 3 men per plus squad leader, since it has been noted marines/O.D.S.T's fight in trios and thus have a fire team structure) with 4 warthogs for a security detail, all of your choosing but work fast. That is our human count. Field master Wighen deploys with your detail will be part of it as well. As soon as your casualties, if any, exceed micro or minimal, I want you and your men to withdraw immediately whether that job is done or not, although that will be your call and you will be held accountable on that decision whether you pull back or not. I want all human forces on the east side and south side to be reduced to a skeleton crew and for them to reinforce the north and west, with reserves prepared to move to east south north OR west according to how this plays out-- so far east and south are holding their own. North east, even though it is currently being held, is to remain as it is. Get those orders out to all of our senior N.C.O's and platoon level leaders and above. Put out additional warthog feelers/patrols to the ones we already have out there and form light, hit and run screening units
The men in the tent all straighten up, waiting for him to dismiss them to follow his orders, as he looks to Wighen for the rest of his input and his mutual approval.
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Post by Kan on Jul 31, 2008 22:37:49 GMT -5
I check down at my chronometer and realize it is almost time for me to report to the Command post, something about a mission, good. I might not be allowed to fire on these split-chins but I am just as fine with taking down Kongs, more fun anyway.
I shrug and grab my chatter, checking the combat status as I walk towards the command post. I reach it and stand out side, shouting "Staff Sergeant Inman requesting entrance!"
I enter after I am told and form a crisp salute and holding it, again resisting the urge to attack the gold armored elite.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2008 23:02:02 GMT -5
Ericcson looks over his shoulder and looks at the staff sergeant.
At ease. I want you to accompany Captain Rickovich and help him put together his unit. I want you to run the security detail unless Captain Rickovich puts a higher ranking N.C.O in charge of that security detail. You will be accompanying a work detail that will be fortifying our base by setting up traps, impediments, and all the sort on the outside of our base starting counter clockwise from the north to the west to the south to the east, after clearing the surrounding area for 100 yards of EVERYTHING, leaving a wide open kill zone for our men to light up when we finally get attacked. I want as little cover and line of sight impeding terrain as possible.
Ericson keys his ancient non-"modern" circa 2010 hand radio he always carries in case his helmet or any of his personnel radio equipment dies down. He had all of the manual and auto quick frequencies stored for quick access both in his helmet and on the outside of his uniform, the radio modified so that he can key right into who ever he wants--- the current frequency was all hands radio frequency
Lt.Carter(Viral mercenary) to the command tent, Lt.Carter, this is Captain Ericcson, I repeat, get to the command tent right now!
PS: (Engineers will include any construction equipment needed)
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 31, 2008 23:10:34 GMT -5
Zerconi took a look at his chronometer,and then a staff sergant head in."Well,looks like somethings going on,better report."Walking to the command post,he threw a trim salute and reported."Sir,Sergant Mark Zerconi,requesting permission to enter."
Entering the structure,Zerconi stood at attention,awaiting further orders.The gold Elite was probably the commander of the non human forces here.By the looks of the holo map,they were planning something.
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