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Post by B on Nov 10, 2007 16:48:40 GMT -5
Emmett stood quiet when the report of gratitude came in. Now the guy lacked a weapon. Great. And as if things couldn't get more pressing at the last minute, the girl's, Mei's, request for help came in. Emmett mumbled something inaudibly. He couldn't get to her because some random force of nature called plot was holding him from doing so. Apparantly, destiny had chosen her to save herself somehow. Emmett shrugged and ignored the supernatural events and took to mowing down a few more enemies. They were fewer now. The Pelican was already moving quickly out of range.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Nov 10, 2007 22:04:09 GMT -5
Mei's plead for help rang through Matthew's headset, but what could he do to help? He expected Emmett to answer the call, and continued his frenzied search for a firearm. This led him into one of the few remaining tents left standing, dulled and green against a gray background. Inside was a cot, and a duffel bag. "Someone's gonna miss this." He said as he undid the zipper. A piece of duct tape across the front read "Dirty laundry" in Sharpie. It was a female's tent. Feeling completely inappropriate, he dug through the clothes to the bottom. "Now we're talking!" at the very bottom, almost invisible without rooting through the bag, was one of the most well-cared for assault rifle he had ever seen, with four clips, plus one in the gun. Under that was a handgun... not quite as spectacular. He holstered that and walked out with the rifle. "Save some for me, Emmett. Don't make me kick your ass."
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Post by V on Nov 17, 2007 1:04:05 GMT -5
The brute roared, as it charged a first time. Mei dove to the right, and just barely avoided a direct hit. This thing swung fast, and very fierce...not to mention she was now unarmed, that other spartan never gave her the rifle. Odds were stacked up against her...and to top it off, it seemed this brute was just playing with her...like a cat would a mouse. It swung again, weakly, as she quickly dove to the left this time. It was from this she realized, this brute liked to swing high. Maybe this could work in her favor. "I'm bored with you..." Said the brute, rushing her again. "You die now!" The massive arm swung again, and Mei ducked beneath it this time, and rolled forward. Not even taking a second to look back, she ran for her carbine on the ground, and faced the alien. There was no need for speech, just simply squeezing, as the green dart-like rounds came at the alien, all for the head. -God those guys better be rushing to help me right now...-
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Post by B on Jan 2, 2008 1:40:50 GMT -5
Emmett was still taking down more grunts. The pelican was safely out of the way now. "I'm gonna come pick you guys up." He said through the radio. They'd have to jump on the ship and hold on for dear life. That's all he can think of. There were still too many of the Covenant coming in. Emmett saw Mei fighting off the Brute still. He assumed she'd take it down and didn't want to run into another super natural event so he flew in to a hover close to his allied Spartan. "Jump on." Emmett said through the radio and awaited for his comrade to do so.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 3, 2008 1:54:10 GMT -5
"Jump on." Emmett asked Matthew, and he almost complied. "Did Mei get her back-up?" He coughed, instead. Deciding to listen to the other spartan, who didn't just spent five minutes rooting through some girl's skivvies, He jumped onto the tail, ducked low, and grabbed the hatch. The organic curved piece of alloy was made for shelter from the elements, though. Not a handle. Matthew's fingers latched on, first warping it, then tearing right through. he winced as this beautiful piece of war moaned in agony, before testing his grip, Getting as low on the balls of his feet as he could, and signaling Emmett to head out. Most of him was out of the winds, but it was wailing so badly around him he couldn't hear, and could look out to see for fear of simply losing his head. Both figuratively, and literally.
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Post by V on Jan 26, 2008 4:04:26 GMT -5
Since it seemed no one answered her cry of distress, Mei would need to dispatch this thing on her own. Seemed her little barrage must have destroyed the sight of her simian adversary...got both eyes. Aiming for the face is a great strategy against these things it would seem. But even so, it still wasn't dead yet. "Ha! Don't think I don't know where you are! I can smell you from miles away!" The alien shouted, before charing at the woman again. Mei quickly rolled out of the way to avoid him. She scanned the sky and ground for either of her cyborg allies. She'd need their help if she hoped to kill this thing.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 26, 2008 5:09:19 GMT -5
"I-- goi-- l-- h-lp--- M--" Emmett said over the radio. "Say again! wind too strong!" Matthew replied "G--ng low. As--t Mei." Matthew guessed, as soon as the violet mar machine dipped, what he was supposed to do. As they shot through clouds of haze, Matthew unlatched his hand, and rolled onto his heels. As the lines on the decrepit highway became visible, He launched himself off the back, and rocketed towards the earth. The confusion of war became evident. Rounds shot past his head. It became clear to him, in this crucial moment, that he couldn't see his landing point. His visor was still pulverized from the hunter. Matthew tucked his knees into his chest, and rolled so he was feet-first. His feet smashed into the concrete first, and he tucked and rolled. behind him it looked like a meteor hit. This area was going to collapse any time now. His left arm went out to steady himself as he stood. Even bones like his had their limits. His right was tracking a belt around his body, trying to find his rifle. Matthew sprinted to Mei, and dove between herself and the hunter. A volley of bullets aimed at his chest were fired. Most hit their mark on the nose, even though he attended mass in the church of spray-and-prey. "Why won't think goddamn thing die?" It continued to shuffle towards it's target. "Damn it!"
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Post by B on Jan 31, 2008 19:09:57 GMT -5
Emmett flew steadily until he noticed Mei. Seems the brute was being a persistent bastard, might as well send in the paratrooper. "I'm going low. Help Mei." He reported. "Say again! Wind too strong!" Matthew practically blew out poor Emmett's eardrums. Matt might not be able to hear him well but Emmett was receiving just fine. He shook his head. "Going low! Assist Mei!" No more response, he must have got it. Emmett was going to swerve low enough for a somewhat soft landing but crazy lil' spartan ally of his liked to jump the gun, almost literally.
Matthew did the super heroic thing that Emmett could never hope to have done (without the armor that is.) "Like a flying rolly-polly." Emmett joked when he saw Matthew barrel-roll into the concrete. "Jesus. I think you just got... VERY intimate with the ground my friend." Emmett gave out a small chuckle and maneuvered the banshee past a tree.
There weren't many sentries on the ground. There was one sentry tower though. With their pesky little machine guns. Emmett launched a missile and kept the rounds pouring. While he was doing so he heard the radio, Matthew hadn't turned his off. "Why won't that goddamn thing die?... Damn it!" "Are they serious..? One brute...?" Emmett half whispered, but he too had his radio on.
In the end Emmett had to reluctantly turn away from the tower before the job was done. A mere brute wouldn't be able to handle a barrage from a Banshee. So many buildings, it was tough to get a sight but he did so. And he fired...
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Post by V on Feb 28, 2009 2:52:33 GMT -5
(One year later post!) This was it; She was going to die now. Mei could hear the thundering footsteps approach...but then stop suddenly. The sound of something being burned, and the smell of burnt flesh and fur. Within the next few seconds the brute fell to his knees, and final groaned death, falling forward. "It's...it's dead..." The pilot of the pelican announced that they had evacuated safely. "Another pelican is coming your way to pick you guys up." That broadcast came as relief to her, as she studied the Brutes corpse. Red blood spray all around the ground it. This thing just would die. How many of these were they going to fight in the future? The dropship arrived a few minutes later, it seemed the covenant had given up their push. As the boarded, they were greet with praise from the pilot, as well as hugs. The rear door sealed as they left the atmosphere, and approached their mothership, the Dawnrunner. When the dropship docked, they were allowed to get well deserved rest, after being informed that they were to report to their commander the following morning. She figured they were going to get a scolding or something, but didn't want to spoil her mood, and went right for her quarters. The door slid open, and it all appeared as how she left it before she was deployed. She has shared this room with her partner, who was now dead. Atleast she's get a room to herself until someone was assigned to it. She flopped onto the mattress, not even bothering to take off her gear, and allowed to herself to slip into sleep.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Feb 28, 2009 3:30:03 GMT -5
Matthew gave a small sigh of relief as the Brute collapsed onto itself. "Thanks, Emmett. Damn monkey refused to just keel over." He payed no heed to the other Spartan's egomaniacal remarks and bushed himself off, fretting over the spiderweb of cracks that still blurred his vision (He would later say that the brute would have died within seconds if he could have seen where he was shooting). But for now, it was time to go back home. The only home Matthew knew since Reach.
The Pelican's flight seemed short as it slipped into the vacuum of space and then into the docking bay of the Dawnrunner. Inside, it was just as he'd left it. industrial grey with some seemingly random disbursed trees and shrubs to make it feel like home. He made his way across the station to the armory, and had his visor looked at ("what the hell do you expect me to do with that?" was his first question) and then to his bunk, where he sat (friends would say that he didn't ever sleep if you asked them) and found a book. Amazingly enough, throughout the entire distance, some marine with a box full of office supplies walked fight in front of him, obscuring a look at Matthew's face all the while.
The next "day" came with the halls getting bathed in artificial sunlight. Matthew reported to the commander as early as he was permitted to, beating both Mei and Emmett to the punch. "Matthew... Senior Chief Petty Officer Matthew-zero-five-nine. I regret to inform you that data gathered from the battlefield," with this she opened a video display and audio feed, displaying his handling of Mei, the marine, "along with previous reports suggesting your erratic behavior, and tendency to endanger lives," with this she rewound to the part where Matt said 'If I may interject, but did I give you permission to bitch about it...?' and shook her head, "has forced me to do this in consideration of the success of the mission, and the survival of my men." Captain Keyes tore away a little badge Matthew had worn just for the occasion, "You have been demoted to the rank of Petty Officer, third class. You no longer have control of this mission, and are to report to Senior chief petty officer Emmet," she motioned to the ivory Spartan, ""First Sergeant Mei Hu Luo, and myself on anything you do. Consider yourself lucky. I would have demoted you further, if not for the regulations against it. How does it feel to be the underling?" Matthew fumed all the way back to his bunk, and deciding against it, left to the gym. The marines were having a friendly game of dodgeball when the teal Spartan entered. He walked right past the men and cranked up the gravity in the building to the point where the marines could hardly walk, let alone finish their game, and began circuit training.
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Post by B on Feb 28, 2009 4:55:53 GMT -5
Aw a compliment how cute. "Yeah, yeah. That's what I'm here for, to save your sorry asses." He joked with a friendly laugh. The pelican's pilot announced and Emmett nodded. "'Bout time." Emmett circled the skies just in case while the pelican arrived. It landed, letting both Matthew and Mei on board. When the pelican started up, Emmett eased the banshee into the docking pit. The doors closed behind. Emmett got out from the back of the banshee, he chuckled thinking how it might've looked to the other marines, like the banshee was shitting a spartan. There was celebration in the pelican, Emmett hardly knew if what they did constitutes a victory, but they're alive, what more of a victory is that?
The ship touched down on the Dawnrunner. A ship that Emmett had never set foot on. He didn't want to be on this ship but despite his attitude, he was faithful enough to the job, especially what it meant. He liked the attention he was getting, a second spartan on the ship, the marines were feeling invincible. Normally, Emmett would stage himself like a playa but he had prior things on his mind. He just smiled and shook hands who wanted to meet him. He learned a few names but his want just wouldn't let him save those names into his mind. He felt kind of bad.
He was lead by a cute female marine in a very tight tank top. She winked at him and he smiled behind the helmet and shook his head, she immediately constituted him as one of those "it's all about the job" kick ass people and wanted him more. It's funny how people want what they could never get. Inside the room Emmett took off his helmet and ran both hands through his dirty blond hair. He was tired but there's something he had to do before he got any rest, with that thought he turned to the personal communications monitor. He dialed a few numbers and asked for the ship "Lincoln" which orbits Mars. The operator there then patched him through with the person he wanted to talk to. "Hiii!" The dark brown-haired woman on the other line shouted ecstatically. "Hihihi!" Emmett returned in a similar excitement. "Oh, hold on!" She said and turned and left the screen, Emmett waited impatiently until she returned, the 2 year old in the woman's arms. Emmett's smile grew. "Jacob! He's getting so big!" "Isn't he!?" Emmett felt a sense of longing and his smile waned a bit. He put his hand forward and touched the screen. "So big, Ellie." The child on the other side had straight white hair, it would turn as light as Emmett's one day. "A day I hope to see..." Ellen kept her smile, she was seeing him, what was not to be happy about? "Emmett... We're behind you all the way. Give them hell." Emmett smiled and nodded, wiping an escaped tear from his right eye. "Will do. Will do." Ellen looked up and then back at the screen. "Time's almost up. I love you, I love you, I love you!" She said in quick session and then kissed her hand and pressed it on the screen twice. "Love you both times eight-billion!" He shouted back and did the same as she did. The screens blipped off. He rarely got a chance to talk. The last two times was his son's first birthday and his son's birth.
He began removing his armor until he was satisfied that he would be comfortable enough then climbed over to the bed and flopped on it. It was uncomfortable but he fell asleep quickly anyways.
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No alarm, it seems Emmett had overslept. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his head before letting his eyes adjust to the lighting of the room. He felt like he could keep sleeping, but what woke up him up? Suddenly and announcement shouted, it appeared to be a repeat that he, Matt, and Mei all report to the commander. "Oh shit." Emmett began getting ready quickly, as quickly as he could without stumbling all over the place, anyways. When the snow white armor was back on his body he looked at the helmet, should he put it on or not? Should he relax? No, he knew this routine, he wont be caught with his pants down. He placed the helmet on his head and exited his room.
"demoted to the rank of Petty Officer, third class." Emmett paused at the corner but Mei came up behind him, urging him to enter. "Okay, but it doesn't sound nice in there." he whispered to her and followed side by side with her until they flanked both right and left of their Teal ally. "-and are to report to Senior chief petty officer Emmett," She motioned towards him then to Mei, saying her name and rank. Emmett opened his mouth to try to interject but thought against it and his mouth closed. When she was finished with Matt he left quietly. She had a few other unimportant things to tell Mei and Emmett then they were dismissed. Outside the room Emmett looked at Mei. "What the hell just happened?... Ugh... You want to go talk to him or should I?"
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Post by V on Apr 5, 2009 5:24:29 GMT -5
"Are you insane? I'm the reason he was demoted. I think you should talk to him. I'll be in the shooting range if you need me...might have to learn to be quick to pulling my gun, so I can shoot myself if he decides to come for me." And with that, Mei walked off. She made her way through the halls and causeways of the Dawnrunner, to the bow of the ship. It wasn't too bad of a trek, as she was greeted by everyone who knew her, except Matthew of course, which she was thankful for. Finally, the twin doors of the shooting range came into view. A place where she usually relieved stress. This area sort of doubled as their secondary armory. The shooting targets were a bit nicer then conventional ones in here however. It was a framed bit of ballistics gel mounted on a walking mechanical base. The mechanical base would move around in a small area, in which it's movements are dictate by the shooter, however there was an "Erratic" setting should the shooter want to simply practice hitting moving targets. Mei had set the target to run into an erratic fashion. The walker base roared to life, and began moving towards her. Mei raised her gun; a standard UNSC combat shotgun. Perhaps this wasn't the best gun to be training with, but she was here to vent, not training her aiming. Two steps forward, and Mei pulled the trigger, three consecutive times. She wasn't aiming for the gel however. The walker base was hit three time near the sensory chip. The armor couldn't hold all three blasts, and the training dummy fell to the ground with a crash. Mei was very satisfied with this, and told one of the areas technicians that one of the walkers was out of order, and left. The next place she wanted to try letting off some steam was the gym. Maybe tease some of the men as well. A thought of it crossed her mind, and she giggled at the thought. Walking due west from the shooting range was a direct route to the gym. But the moment she stepping, she was forced upon her hands and knees. The gravity in this was much higher than out of it. She wondered why...until she heard the sound of running pass her up. Matthew... Keyes was right in demoting this guy, but it figured he would take it out on everyone else. Looks like she was forced to stay here until he finished. Hopefully, Emmett would talk to him...about what though, she wasn't sure.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 5, 2009 5:52:52 GMT -5
Matthew was quick to finish his strength training, however, not fast enough for most of the marines in the gym who could stand up. He shook his head, and after removing several plates from the barbell, turned the small gravity adjustment dial. The room began slowing it's rotation slightly, until it was near stopped, and Matt quietly wondered why they were too damn cheap to actually raise the gravity, and instead just used centrifugal force to simulate it. He made a quick walk to his bunk, and slept. No one would be brave enough to disallow it.
He woke up pissed off. Still. The sleep hadn't come easy, so he didn't get much anyways. His next trip was down to the garbage disposal center, where all the privates work their ass off for a cookie. Damn Keyes and her idiocy. He found a corner and started beating the hell out of anything that could hold it's shape, usually glass bottles.They marines didn't notice, he picked a corner where he could vent in private. Each and every one of the bottles was something -- or someone -- that ticked him off. The hands-on effect, he found, worked far better than any shooting range or talking he could be doing.
Much later, as judging from the fact that the "sunlight" in the hallways had faded to a golden hue, He made a quick run to his bunk, to, again, wallow in righteous anger, with a bowl of just-add-water mashed potatoes and a can of Spam, when he looked at the other Spartan on the ship -- Emmett -- and he looked back. "Shit, he's gonna talk to me." began running through his mind as Matthew stood in line in the galley. "What now?"
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Post by B on Apr 5, 2009 14:11:56 GMT -5
"Alright." Emmett watched her walk away then looked around himself. "Shit, where do I start?" He asked himself and looked around. A marine walked by, Emmett put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Hey buddy, if you were a pissed off spartan, where would you vent?" The guy shrugged and said there was a gym and shooting range. Emmett nodded he began walking around, trying to find the shooting range. He didn't like this station, it was too big. When he was finally directed to the range he saw Mei there looking like SHE was venting, but no spartan. Then again, maybe he took his armor off, he'd never be able to recognize Matt. No, but people on the ship would.
Long story short, he wasn't able to find him as quick as he wanted. He sighed and decided to give up, when he saw him in a line at the galley. Emmett began walking up and he could just feel the tension coming from Matt. 'You better not run away, I wont let you get away.' Emmett thought to himself. 'I spent too much time looking for your butthurt ass.' He walked up. "You're one hard asshole to find." He said with a chuckle before getting serious. "Look, we're all pissed off. Mei is blaming herself for your demotion and I came here to assist you and now suddenly I'm the highest rank here with the exception of Miss-I-Like-To-Bitch." He got no response from Matt yet and he folded his arms. "Stop pouting like a child. Next mission we're on I'm sure you'll get rank, but being pissed off at everyone isn't going to make that easier."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 5, 2009 17:30:05 GMT -5
"Look, we're all pissed off. Mei is blaming herself for your demotion and I came here to assist you and now suddenly I'm the highest rank here with the exception of Miss-I-Like-To-Bitch. Stop pouting like a child. Next mission we're on I'm sure you'll get rank, but being pissed off at everyone isn't going to make that easier." "Hmmph." Matthew grunted, more attentive to the gelatinous "food" on his tray than he was the other Spartan. "Why is it you care? Get some food, or get suited up. Our next briefing is in less than an hour." He listened contemplatively to the P.A. system, yelling at a few soldiers to make way to the bridge. The one curse of being a Spartan: you're lucky enough to go on every assignment that's handed out. Moral support is what they called it. Luckily, Spartans don't get fatigue. Later that day, hardly 24 hours out from when they docked in the Dawnrunner, Matthew was sitting in the far seats of a Pelican, listening to the Sergeant spout what the plan of attack was. A voice, female, inside Matthew's head reminded him of the current events: They lost all of old Mexico and South America, and the Covenant are within days of glassing over the western hemisphere of Earth, if this is their goal. Matthew hated Cadence. She was like most battle-ready A.I.'s, but she was ordered by Keyes herself to be "conservative and intelligent in thought and outcome". Basically, Cadence was a pair of training wheels. And Matthew hated her for that. Her voice though, far more cool and feminine than it was robotic, was at least a little reassuring. He hadn't seen her yet, they just slapped the chip in his helmet and sent him off.
Apparently, hey were being hot-dropped into a south European shithole, because a capital ship was seen dropping precious cargo to an area near the old Vatican City. This was, however, a while ago, and the amount of activity dropped drastically, though the bases and covenant set-ups are still around. Which just wasn't right, in case you were wondering. Emmett was, then, entering the hangar, and that marine that was always around was just barely ahead of him. He questioned why it seemed like they were getting so chummy, but let it go. There's no particular reason for Emmett and Mei's heart-to-hearts it seemed like they were having.
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