Halo - Closed Due To Inactivity

[thegunny]

Ericcson looks at the new sergeant that he has entered. He looks down at his map and then looks back at the sergeant

I've got a Lieutenant coming in here I want you to work with. I got a S**t load of men to move and I need an officer I trust to get them into position, and at the size of the movement I'm planning, hes going to need an N.C.O assistant. Once he gets in here, I am assigning you to assist him. Is that clear?

Ericcson glances back at the holo-map, only a half a minute having passed, waiting for Wighen to respond. Erricson suddenly pipes up and mumbles

Wonder if Wighen will let us shorten his name to Wig.

[Gunman543]

Zerconi carfully listened to what the Captain had to say.

"Yes Sir,I understand fully.Do you have a specific number of men?"

He wanted to know how many men needed moved and organised,so he could come up with a rough schedule for how long it would take to organisee the men and get them where they need to be.He also wanted to know how this LT worked,so he could adjust,but wasnt planning on asking the Captain that.Zerconi also decided that the question about the Elites name wasnt directed at him,so he waited in the Command post for the LT to show,and then get to work.

[Eric "X" Snyder]

Jason jumped down from the Warthog and waved the driver to go on.

"Thanks for the ride," Jason sighed, taking off his helmet, covered in blood.

"No problem, Lieutenant!" the driver shouted back as reinforcements jumped on. With the new soldiers on the back (and the old running to take up defensive positions), the Warthog took off.

Jason looked around the battle sight, clipping his helmet to his belt.

"F**king brutes," Jason muttered, looking at his blood covered hands. Some of it was his, but most of it was the brutes.

"Lieutenant Stent?" a soldier asked, staring at Jason awkwardly.

"Who wants to know?" Jason asked, somewhat irritated.

"I'm Private Norton!" The soldier replied, saluting. "I was told to escort you to HQ."

"I don't need an escort," Jason sighed, pushing past the soldier who insisted on following him.

Upon reaching the HQ, Jason entered and gave a brief salute before walking over to the hologram.

"1st Lieutenant Jason Stent reporting from the front-lines. I was told you guys needed a CO here as soon as possible. Command would've sent Major Wallace...but he was killed in battle."

Jason sat down and grabbed his canteen, downing some water. He then stared at the hologram before continuing.

"Well, by the looks of things, you guys are planning something big," Jason sighed, staring as the allied dots began slowly fading out of sight. "I'm guessing that's why you called me here, right?"

[thegunny]

OOC: Alright, Eric Snyder, Erricson will reply to you after Mikey and/or Joker posts back. I told Gunman and Kanian they could post, but right now, Since Mikey's elite and joker were talking with Ericcson, we are starting to cut it time wise--- all conversation with Ericcson and all people reporting in took half a minute, and happened at points that caused Wighen and Joker's character to pause and await their turns

[Mikey]

(Hey guys, could we try to get some organization in here? Like, one post per person in between my posts, or maybe a posting order? We'll try the one post per for now. That means that after this post, there will be eight (8) posts after this one, then I post. If its been a full day and a few people havent posten, then we go along without them.)

Wighen, or Wig as they wanted to call him, had been fairly impressed when a few soldiers came into the command post. Elite culture dictated that only the higher ups came into the command center, but Wig was seriously considering disbanding that. It helped to get insight from all manner of minds. Then, as they kept coming in, he decided to keep the policy the way it was. This was getting too chaotic.

"Mr. Erricson, I am not a strategist. Only a commander. Whatever you think is right, my men and I will follow. And Wig is fine." He said, the last bit more of an afterthought.

He eyed the man in the strange armor, and saw the way he was being looked at. The man, Sergent Inman, held a contemp for Wig and his kind. He could tell by the way Inman glared, even through the helmet. His body motions said it all.

Personally, Wig had no problem with humans, even though a good deal of his elites did. The grunts were less of a problem, and the few hunters were no problem at all. They never talked or made any kind of problems. His kind of men. Or, whatever they were...

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Meanwhile, across the battlefield...

"They are dug in quite well, using their ships as cover." One of the brutes said.

"They are an impressive force, but their numbers are dwindleing. Almost half their force has fallen. Several hundred humans, 40 or so elites, about 600 grunts, and exactly 6 hunters."

"What are our loses?" The cheiften asked.

"Almost all of our initial force is gone. But reinforcments arrived not long ago. We will whittle them away to nothing before the day is done." He said.

"Good." The cheiften said. The elites had lost more numbers in the civil war that occured not long ago due to sneak attacks, and they, the brutes, had the near endless supply of grunts that the covenant offered. For every one brute, there had to be five grunts. Thats where all their numbers came from.

[Viral]

(OoC: Didn't quite understand what you said gunny.)

Lt. Carter walked into the tent. Snapping off a salute he said, "1st Lt.Carter reporting as ordered sir." Scanning the hologram he notices that Allies were being wiped out. Examining the other men in the room he wondered which was going to be helping him. Finally noticing the golden elite he began to wonder how he was able to leave the covenant alive. No point in thinking about things I can't imagine. Pushing those thoughts away, he stood awaiting further orders.

[Jeryen]

(ill keep my character walking around the base until he is needed)

Kemy continued to walk along the base, the tension in the air was unbearable, he wanted to get into the battle and fight the brutes. But he would need to wait until he was called in by the leaders to give him his mission.

As he was walking, he bumped into a small group of around eight grunts, three of them carrying some heavy equipment to help out in the front lines, accidentally dropping the equipment as they bumped into him, they spooked and covered their heads in fear. Chuckling lightly, Kemy lifted the equipment up to let the grunts hold it again. He them said to the group.

"Get going, that equipment will not be so useful on the ground here"

Kemy watched as the grunts nodded and started running down the pathway at double the speed. He always thought grunts were great to have around, all they just needed was a little push in the right direction. unlike the poor ones that are still under the brutes command.

Kemy then looked out to the HQ, he only just needed to wait.

[Wraith]

Storm was sitting on a concrete slab smoking a cigarette. "Damn only two packets left." He muttered unhappy, now that war was in final stage ciggarettes or alcohol was hard to get, hell alcohol was almost impossible to get. "Well I might die today, so why not enjoy every lastminute of my life?" He smirked puffing some smoke. Two grunts practically rushed past him as if devil himself was on their heels. Micheal looked up in the sky, clouds, they will always be here no matter if planet will be glassed or not they will be here.

PFC stood up and walked back towards his bunker passing a two bond brother hunters. He was one of a few survivors from Felcity ccolony, lightly guarded planet on the edge of UNSC maps. His life was perfect there, until Covenat came, all it is now is smoke, dust and glass. He had been in three squads already always managing to pull his ass out of fire and survive when others died, he even earned a nickname Lucky. What were these squads? Ah yes... Tango, Charlie and Cobra all from Baker company. Now Baker company consisted only of two squads so it was obvious he would be either put into Badger or Zulu squad. That if covenat doesn't obliberate whole baker company by the end of the day. Now he was only a one man cell with no CO.

Storm slumped against concerte wall next to another marine sheltering himself from frying sunlights. "Why from the all places on the Earth had those bastards have to land here?" Mike did an equipment check and started cleaning his Batle rifle. He prized it more than his life, he had taken down countless drones with it and ecen a couple brutes not to mention jackals and other covenat hostiles earlier. For each and every kill he made a scrape on the side of his rifle. He barely had any place left by now. "At least I already put my word in this bussines."

[Costa 2.0]

"Of Course sir" Andrew replied to Ericcson. There was the sound of a sonic boom followed by echoing screams. The Covenant were getting closer. "Any last wishes Capitan? Sounds like those Brutes are getting real close now". Andrew gripped his Battlrifle in his arms, ready to take down any Covenant that was to break through the complex wall. Andrew has seen many battles in his days, perticularily the one he witnessed at Harvest, the humans first encounter with the dreaded Covenant. Things were going to get messy here

[thegunny]

Ericcson nods and grins, mumbling "Wig it is..." returning salutes and then saying again "At ease"

Probably about 125 men. I want a platoon left over there, Minimum. Same for the south. The north and north west takes priority over the shifts to the west, north east. Zarconi, your with Lieutenant Carter. Carter, you weren't here so I will repeat myself 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. I want a platoon left over minimum for both east and south.


Captain, you are now my 2nd in command. Jason you are my 3rd in command. Jason you will execute my orders to put out additional warthog feelers/patrols to the ones we already have out there and form light, hit and run screening units, and then you will take command of all the forces on the north side to the west side once you have deployed them while the captain is with his detail. When him and his men are back his men will be assimilated into the reserves and he will take command of north and west, while you take command of the reserve forces and stand by for the order to deploy.

Inman, as I said, you are with the captain until he says otherwise. Dismissed.

Ericcson stares down at the holo map which was now focusing on their area. He exhales strongly in a near sigh, rubbing his chin and bottom of his jaw feeling rough peachfuzz scratching beneath his hand--- he hadn't shaved yet. He probably needed to get to that. He then glanced up and looked at Wig respectfully, saying in a diplomatic tone

I would like for your men to be part of the reserve minus grunts and a commander for the captains work detail... they are to valuable to be lost in the initial assault. Your forces are relatively limited in numbers and I don't want to lose them this early in the game.

[Kan]

"Sir, Yes sir, I will report back when needed" I say, making a crisp salute and turning on my heel, while this armor was 'off' it made it slight hard to move it, but I need to conserve the energy, I might need it soon.

I walk to the helljumper barracks, having dismissed myself from the captain to retrieve my weapons, and enter them, a chorus of salutes from the men hits me, All of the men in this barracks were a lower rank than me, I return it, "As you were" I say lowering my salute.

As I pass by the men, and a few women I hear someone ask me, "Hey Sarge, isn't that thing uncomfortable?" I turn the look at the man, having taken off the helmet, "That sounded like a complaint soldier, but to answer to question, yes it is very uncomfortable, and I damn like it that way, and I will not listen to any belly-achin about it when you greenhorns finally get it" I say in a gruff tone to him.

In reality it wasn't that bad, I had heard it used to be unbearable after wearing it to long, but those ONI freaks managed to equip it with some commodities from the standard ODST body suit.

I set the helmet on my bed and start opening my locker, taking out my pistol and rifle, a MA5K, I check it over before placing the silencer on it and placing it on my back, the magnetic plates holding it to me, I do the same with the pistol and SMG in the locker, affixing silencers to each.

I place the weapons on my thighs, my SMG on the rigth and pistol on the left, and leave the barracks after placing the helmet back on my head, finding the Captain and saluting when I do, "Staff Sergeant Inman arriving as ordered".

[Wraith]

Mike walked on top of the bunker and sipped some water from his canteen. "Just my luck... always deadlast to die. Always first one to see horrors of war and always the one to feel the guilt of surviving when others don't." He muttered lighting new ciggarette. Hell, war was a epitome of Hell. He was listening to radio chatter. "Sweet now Baker company doesn't exist." Storm groaned last two squads were obliberated outside the camp on recon mission. Captain was a highest ranking Co in Baker company but died somewhere out there, and now B company was reduced to one man which was equal to nonexistent. "Better search a CO to get in some squad. Maybe if I'm lucky this will end today?" He dreamed about death to come for him, he wanted to die but also desired to die in battle taking as much enemies as he can. He had a Green B letter spray painted on his helmet indicating his affiliation with Baker company. Mike walked towards area where most sergeants were sitting. Standard rule if you want something from higher ups go to the sarge.

[thegunny]

(OOC: Er, just a notification--- what all I was saying about sectors and units being blown to pieces where about sectors in the distance around us. Our actual base is not being attacked yet, though artillery fire possible, and raiders are running around our base. Its like our base is surrounded by cities, forests, bases and what not, and they're being attacked)

[Eric "X" Snyder]

Jason nodded, stood up, and saluted. After a salute being returned. Jason threw on his helmet and exited the HQ.

He quickly headed towards the hangar bay and whistled sharply.

"Alright, women!" Jason hollered catching the attention of the mechanics and solider alike. "I need a squad of Warthogs and some soldiers that aren't afraid to die!"

Instantly, a group of about twenty soldiers ran over to the Lieutenant and saluted.

"At ease, boys," Jason told them before leading them over to the Warthogs.

"Alright, here's the deal," Jason said once they reached the transports. "We are to take as many Warthogs as we can get, and do light "hit and run" missions throughout the battle field. As soon as the Brutes start shooting, get out of here. We just want to draw their attention away from the main force, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" They shouted in unison.

"Good, now you three, you three, and you three are now Alpha squad," Jason ordered, pointing to nine soldiers. "You guys will go help out in the Southern Sector. You nine," Jason circled another nine with his hand, "Will be Bravo Squad and will be patrolling the Eastern Sector." Jason then pointed to nine more soldiers. "You guys will be Delta Squad. You will take the Northern sector." The soldiers instantly broke formation and hoped into the transports.

"As for you two," Jason said, pointing to the remaining two soldiers. "You will be accompanying me to the North/West Zone, understood?"

The two soldiers nodded.

"Good, you'll be my unofficial bodyguards until further noted. Now, get in, we got a long way to travel."

After saying this, Jason jumped into the driver's seat while Johnson took passenger and Washington took gunner. Jason started up the Warthog and took off out of the hangar towards his intended zone.

[Viral]

Shane saluted and turned to walk out of the tent. Remembering Zerconi, he turns and says, "You get the southern sector and move them up to the western perimeter. After that meet me at the northern sector." Saluting Zerconi he moved to get his sector clear of his men. Passing through the area as quickly as he could he could. Passing grunts elites and a hunter pair he finally made it to the eastern side of the perimeter. Adressing them all he said, "I need a skeleton crew to remain here and defend this area. Everyone else we are moving up to the norther perimeter to reinforce them. C'mon! Move it! Move it!" Soldiers prepared as fast as they could. After approving the skeleton crew, he moved to lead the rest of the soldiers to the northern perimeter. Getting there, he positioned his men out equally among the soldiers already stationed there.