Halo RP

[Khandnalie]

Let's see if we can't get some Halo action up in heah.
Ill post the basic premise, and well see where we go from there.
*ahem*

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The destruction is absolute.... The ring with which the Gods had communed with the universe, the implement of the Great Journey.... It had been obliterated. Space boiled and bubbled behind the Glorious Council, as the Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity throws open the fabric of space and emerges from outside of the universe. Shipmaster Rasal 'Alakhtee lowers his head with sorrow as he looks out upon the wreckage of the Sacred Ring. He gives a wave of his hand and the viewscreen goes blank. He could not stand any more... The others on his bridge all respectfully lowered their heads as well.

The Shipmasters voice rings loud in the silent chamber "We must not let the destruction of the Holy Ring deter us... Not even for a second may we let our faith falter, not for a second may we lose sight of that glorious vision, that ultimate goal, of the Great Journey. We must remain ever vigilant... sentries in the night, guarding the most precious of lights... " He looks out over his crew as they listen, rapt with attention. "We must not falter... We must not relent... we must not fail." He turns to the officer manning the sensors "Search thoroughly amongst the ruins... Alert me of anything you come across." He turns and exits the bridge.

As the fleet begins to fill the space, and High Charity materializes, its auspicious presence heightening the zeal of all those in sight of it, the last whispers of a slipspace disturbance quietly die down....



The imaginary coils of slipspace bend and coil about their newest guest in the darkness... The Longsword fighter shoots aimlessly, pathlessly through the void, thrown there violently in the destruction of Halo. Its inhabitants coil and curl in the ships interior, reeling from the blast which threw them there....

And trapped in its gravity, entrapping it in its own, barely a hundred meters apart, was the unfortunate Phantom dropship, the Pathway of Righteous Anger. Inside, its own compliment slowly recovered from the hideous explosion which had pushed them into slipspace....

And only a short distance from that, followed, in a gravity-destined path, a far more innocent looking vessel, a simple Pelican, with far more sinister contents.

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Char Sheet

Name:
Species:
Rank:
Description:
Weapons of choice:
Background:

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Name: Kosos 'Adiumee
Species: Sangheili (Elite)
Rank: Ultra
Description: A fairly tall figure, even amongst his already tall Sangheili brethren, he stands at an impressive 9'1". A scar runs along the left side of his face, a remnant of one of the many battles that had earned him the rank of Ultra. He has standard silver armor.
Weapons of choice: Somewhat of a traditionalist, he can often be seen weilding the traditional Energy Sword in battle. However, in the majority of situations which involve long medium range capability, he relies on a plasma rifle, or plasma pistol.
Background: A formidable fighter, and a valiant warrior, his skills in combat earned him swift advancement through the Sangheili ranks. His superiors were quite pleased with his deeds, and it had been hinted at several times before that his promotion to the Zealot rank of Field Master was not too far away. However, the more he fought against humanity, the more dissatisfied he became, the more he began to doubt the Prophets words... They were admirable foes, why not invite them to glorious salvation?

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Okay, some ground rulez:
1) Canon. Strive for it. The Halo wiki is your friend.
2) Canon. Stick to it. The Covenant didnt gain any new species in the few days between the destruction of Alpha Halo and the beginning of this RP, the UNSC hasnt been doing genetic tests and making lycans, and no other species have been found by either side.
3) Mary sues. Avoid them. Your character is not all-powerful, and is not a perfectly happy person. They must have flaws. Your character doesnt have to, nor should it, nor will it, 'win' all the time.
4) Divergent plotlines. Avoid them. I am open to new plotlines, new developments, pretty much anything. But please PM either me or Dusty first.
5) Characters. Develop them. Try to develop your characters through RP, and dont rely too much on the char sheets - Im not gonna slap you for having a thorough char sheet, but I would like to see it backed up by good RP. This is less a rule, and more a request, for the sake of good RP.
6) Fun. Have it.

Okay...... GO!

[Dusty]

Name:Matthew "Gunney" Gibbs

Species: Human

Rank: Gunnery Sargent

Description: Typical marine build. He stands at exactly six feet tall with a muscular torso and arms. The recent combat on the Halo artifact has left him with a still festering cut on his cheek and in need of a shave. He has a black hair cut in a typical jar head fashion though the lack of a visit to the ship's barber has caused it to grow out in an unruly fashion.

Weapons of choice:MA5B AR

Background:Conscripted out of highschool to fuel the ever collapsing human war effort, he dramatically demonstrated his leadership and marksmanship when he took control of his squad during the siege at Tal Ceti II and led a heroic defense of the civilian EVAC center where his company took 93% casualties.

After recieving the Uncommon Valor award he was quickly shipped to further NON-COM training to replace the dwindling stock of expirienced sargents and non-officers. Despite starting his career with a bang he slowly slipped into the rank and file as the war ground on. Defeat after defeat has worn away on his demeanor leading him to be very cynical and pessimistic (he would say a realist). This could largely be the reason he's been stalled at Gunnery Sargent and past over for OCS candidacy.

By luck his unit was shunted to the Pillar of Autumn rather then the UNSC Destroyer Bastogne which was destroyed in the Battle of Reach where they were supposed to be stationed. After fighting to repel on the PoA and on the surface of Halo he now finds himself isolated with what may very well be the last of the UNSC survivors....

[Nelle Kozera]

Name: Zeno ‘Ribalee

Species: Sangheili

Rank: Minor

Description:[img]http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/aliens/images/thumb/2/2e/Sangheili.jpg/250px-
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Weapons of choice: Anything in range

Background: Born in one of the more remote regions of the planet Zeno was not as exposed to the influnces of the profits as many of the rest of his race. Not to say that he was any less loyal at that point. When the profits ordered the genocide of his entire family line into which he was born the elite killed them without remorse. He survived through luck, and forging a change in his lineage records. Though it was the first of many things that started building into a burning hatred for the profits inwhich he served. He has medical training, it was his only little defiance to the high order in refusing to become another meat bag for the profits but in the end was unsuccessful. His train it turned out was an asset as he knew what to do when wounded. Though he still have never gone above the rank of minor.

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Name: Saran 'Hersianee

Species: Sangheili

Rank: Minor

Description: Rather short for his already tall race, he stood at a rather small 6'11", weighing a little more than the average Sangheili, at around 376 lbs. His armor is a dark metallic blue, like all other minors, with a few pockmarks from old battles.

Weapon of Choice: Covenant Carbine, tied with the UNSC Battle Rifle.

Background: As a minor, not many cared to know his background. However, growing up in a highly military-oriented family caused him to devote himself to the cause of the Covenant, and he joined as soon as he could, to help bring heretics and wrongdoers to justice.

[Khandnalie]

((wew7! We have Akhil! If we can just get one more marine, we can get this party started!))

[Darasuum]

(I'm going to play as two people, normally one at a time. Is that okay?)
First Character:
Name: Zack Helms
Species: Human
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Description: He is 6'7" weighing at 242, he has a large muscle mass. His hair is stone black, and his eyes cold brown from countless battles. His armor, is the issued plating, given to the ODSTs.
Weapons of choice:
Pistol: M6G PDWS(Magnum)
Close Combat: M90 CAWS(Shotgun)
Sniper: SRS99D-S2 AM(Sniper)
Carries: M7/Caseless Submachine Gun(SMG)
Knife: Close Quarters Combat Knife(ODST Knife)
Normally uses: MA5C (Assault Rifle)
Background: He's been in the UNSC for 3 years, he rised in ranks rather fast, for his age. But that's probably the skill he has shown in the field. He was originally training to be an ODST, but dropped out and joined up for the normal UNSC. Although he didn't graduate from ODST, he still has the armor.

Second Character:
Name: Robert Jones
Species: Human
Rank: Corporal
Description: He stands at 6'1", weighing at 232LB, he's an average sniper. He has blood red hair, he thought it would be funny to die it that way. He has blue eyes, and when ever he's in the field, he wears a completely black suit.
Weapons of choice:
Pistol: M6G PDWS(Magnum)
Close Combat: M90 CAWS(Shotgun)
Sniper: SRS99D-S2 AM(Sniper)
Carries: M7/Caseless Submachine Gun(SMG)
Knife: Close Quarters Combat Knife(ODST Knife)
Normally uses: SRS99D-S2 AM(Sniper)
Background: He joined up straight from High School, and enrolled into the UNSC as a marine sniper, he moved up through the sniping school with ease, and was offered a job teaching. He told them no, and went into the UNSC forces. He is now currently serving under Gunnery Sergeant Mathew Gibbs as a sniper.

[Khandnalie]

((Great to have you on the team, Darasum! Im gonna go ahead and start for the Covenant side of things. Yall can get started on the human side whenever yall wanna jump in - lets get it started!))

Within the confines of the Phantom dropship, floating obscenely through the lack of space that it wasnt supposed to not occupy, its occupants begin to stir. His head, his mandibles, his hooves.... they all hurt. Kosos lays there, a shameful pile of weakness, as the residual effects of the small ships forced entrance into slipspace begins to wear off. All of his limbs.... they are completely useless! He tries to move his arm. Two inches above the ground, it falls back down, even this small effort leaving him winded. He could vomit in disgust at himself. A proud warrior, an arm of the Prophets, weak and useless. With another major effort, he rolls himself onto his back, revealing the darkened interior of the small vessel, the only illumination coming from emergency lights along the walls. This left him less winded than before... his strength was returning, slowly...

He closes his eyes, trying to remember what had happened... They had been sent by the Fleet Master, to aid in the struggle over the human ship, to try and cleanse it of Infection before the Flood could find a way to resurrect it. They had just left the bay when... Oh, by the Gods! The destruction! He remembered it! He had seen, as the Sacred Ring, the Flame that Lights the Path to the Great Journey... had been destroyed. That most holy of relics, cracked in twain, smashed as if by a giant hammer..... He puts a hand to his face, sorrow written in his features. A small sob wracks him.... After that.... blackness. They had seen the Holy Ring being destroyed for only a second before they had been caught in the wave, but that one second had lasted for ages, their eyes fixed to the view screen in horrid, sickening fascination, not even believing the events they were seeing. And now they were... He felt shameful, thinking of such lowly matters in the wake of such destruction, but... Oh Gods, where were they?

[Dusty]

"Gunney! You alive! Hey Gunny!" the distant voice penetrated the veil of blackness that cloaked Matthew's mind. His mind struggled feebly to comprehend what had happened when he suddenly felt two hands grab him and shake. The sudden jarring brought his mind fully into the day as his eyes shot open.

The crew cabin of the longsword was darkened with only a rifle mounted flashlight and a few operating consoles. Matthew squinted his eyes to bring them into focus on the man who had shook him. He wore a naval jumpsuit with petty-officer patchs. It was the pilot. "Yeah. I'm alive. Report?" Matthew grunted.

"Four of us made it out sir. My co-pilot had his head bashed in during the explosion, we lost engine two and I haven't been able to push engine one over 75%. Nav, and weapon computers are out too," the pilot, who Matthew was pretty sure was named James said. The mention of the explosion brought the memories back of just before the ship was pushed into slipspace. The longsword had been of the few to survive the battle above the artifact. Later after Alpha Base was compromised by the flood it had docked in the newly siezed Truth and Reconcilliation where it was refueled and sent back out to provide point defense before the vessel suddenly lost power and plunged into the aritfact's surface. Before they could search for survivors the ring itself detonated and pushed them into slip space rather violently.

"Very good James. Lets take stock of what we have," Matthews grunted again as he stood unsteadily to his feet.

"You got it Gunny. But my name is Jordan...."

[Darasuum]

Zach stirred in the ship, he was exhausted from the pain of what had just happened. He remembered the explosion, the pilot's screams of warning. Then, a giant blur turning into nothingness. Now, back in reality, he was waking up, after a hell of a ride. He was in an immense amount of pain. Zach rolled over, onto his belly, and saw that 2 others were awake. He looked around the cabin, to see that Robert, was still unconscious, Gunny, was awake, and the pilot was talking to him.

"Hey. What'd I miss?" Zach said, grudgingly, as he sat up.

[Nelle Kozera]

An elite in blue armor sat up, he bit back a grown for a moment, he had to protect his Honor…at least that is if he had any. Has had a long string of dishonorable acts attached not only to his name. It had prevented him from achieving anything higher than the rank of minor even though he had far more battle experience. The dishonorable actions in his past made it unsurprising that he carrier a small array of medical supplies along with his combat gear. He pulled a small device from this package aid kit he carrier, he had noticed when he came to that he was bleeding from one of the viens in his arms and it had refused to stop, it was causing a puddle to form. He activated the medical tool with skill of one that had been well versed in its function. It emitted a deep purple light as it began to stem the flow of purple blood.

It took a moment to work, but once it finished the blood had stopped pooling on the floor but it still more or less and open wound and would need more attention than that but he would get to that later. As he stood up he was unable to bite back a second grunt, he had a fractured bone he was unaware of earlier, this would make moving around more effort than it was worth had he not been prepared for that. He pulled two relatively small capsules from the aid kit and swelled them whole, the pain killers would get to work shortly….

[Darasuum]

Robert awoke, laying completely still. The sound of the ship, and their voices had woken him. He tried to move, but could not. He was too weak from the blast and the trip through slip-stream. He grunted to inform them he was alive, and awake, all he could do now was wait.

[Khandnalie]

After a moment of sorrowed silence, the obvious reality can be ignored no more. TWith a tremendous struggle, Kosos gets to a semi-crawling position. He coughs, and a tiny dribble of purple blood trickles down his neck. He calls out "Report!" As he attempts to struggle to his knees.

[Dusty]

"Sir I got the radar working. Looks like we got a large metal mass off to our port. I'll see if I can get the ship's thrusters working," the pilot announced. With a few button presses the ship slowly rotated till the front view ports faced a large metal star dock. Debris ranging from personal PDA's to burnt out frieghter hulks floated around it. Looking closely Matthew could spot that part of it was litterally a melted twisted mass.

"Well. Its a human colony. Or it used to be. Anything else out there?" Matthew asked.

"We've got tons of debris. Unless another ship fires it engines and starts moving we're not going to get any definate readings on radar. Thermals I think are melts because the moment I turn them on the screen goes completely white and the EM sensors simply refuse to display anything," The pilot sighed as he pushed away from the flight controls towards the back where the rest of the group was.

"Well. We're not doing any good out here. Only thing I can think of is we should move towards the docks, with some luck we could find a long range slipspace COM probe or maybe even a half functioning frieghter to picky back off of. Corperal, take stock of the weapons. Hopefully the covies didn't stick around out here or we didn't get any of those infectious critters on our hull but with our luck we got a covenant carrier some where out there."

[Darasuum]

"What can I do, Gunney?" Zach said, standing up. Trying to be useful in any way. "We're gonna need all the help we can get."
Zach walks over to Robert, seeing he's awake. "You okay Rob?" Zach said, worryingly. He quickly started checking him over, as no response came, he found that he had 2 broke ribs, and a concussion. He found this by feeling his ribs, and checking his eyes with his visor's light. "He's gonna need attention. I doubt I can, I only had half the course of medical training." Zach said, reluctantly.

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Saran laid on the ground, gasping for breath, coughing blood. "I...Help..." He tried to get up, but a searing pain in his chest hits him like a train, and he falls over, unconscious again.
A few minutes later, he wakes again, nearly unbearable pain in his chest. He opens his eyes, and tilts his head down to look at his chest. He quickly locates the problem: A large rod of metal had pierced his left torso. He gasps again, and pulls it out slowly, grunting in extreme pain. He gets it all out, and tries to sit up, pain overcoming him again. He lays down again, slipping into the darkness again. A punch in the chest wakens him a bit, and he splutters "What happened?"

[Khandnalie]

A few moments of struggling, and Kosos had made it to his feet, albeit wobbily, and he had to hold onto a wall to steady himself. He screams out again, as much to wake everyone up as to actually get an answer "Report! Where are we?" Looking around and seeing that he was the only one even remotely conscious yet, he limps his way over to the navigations console. After trying a few commands, and being met with frustrating responses, he finally gets the station to work. He clicks his mandibles as he looks at the readout... they were in slip space... and a long way away from the Sacred Ring. What had the Gods now planned for them?