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  1. The elites reacted to Dukes aggression, well, just like it was to be expected. The minors of the squad moved forwards and open fired, hot plasma licking the walls, ground and the Spartans shields. He had moved too close, and they were taking no chances. The major in the backline backed away, giving Duke an opening to hit the button, albeit one where Plasma fire would hit him without covering fire. However, the cover fire came from Trent. But he wasn’t firing his rifle, rather, he grabbed the LMG that had been in the previous fight and hauled it over to his cover. He couldn’t move it a ton, but he jammed down the trigger and the weapon started firing hard. 450-550 712.7x99mm rounds came flying out at the elites. One didn’t react in time, their shields being torn down and their chest riddled open. Trent let out a loud battle yell as the elites split their fire onto the ODST. Duke had seconds, if that, of an opening. In the hanger, all members of ODST team Jinx, minus Trent, had rallied up and had locked down the hanger. Dead Innies littered the hanger, ones that had been cleanly dispatched. The team were chatting in their private coms, and it was far from pleasant discussion as they looked at the back of the Pelican. “We’ll never reach the ship with this bird…” “Well, it’s the only one that is air-worthy” “If that’s the case, we’ll fly to a unsc base and take a ride back up” The voice was final, and filled with a cold anger. Alisea ‘Midnight’ was not pleased. They were nuking their home, and her team hasn’t been informed about it. When those Spartans got here, they had answering to do…A lot of it.
  2. The reaction, of Dukes attempted communication with the Covenant Strike Force. It was not one with any idea of peace. The action made by the force was instant. The team of Skirmishers scattered within an instant, escaping through a sewerage gate that surely was how they infiltrated the base in the first place. The reaction from the elites was much more professional. As to be expected from the best the covenant had to offer. The ‘lower’ ranks moved forwards, Plasma Rifles and Repeaters aimed at the Spartan, but they didn’t fire. An elite at the back, who wore Blood Red Armour, let out a loud noise. An Order. The Elites didn’t fire, but it was clear from their movements alone. There was to be only bloodshed. Trent saw the Order given by Duke, and ensured his weapon was loaded, and grabbed two grenades into his hands. This Spartan was insane, but because of it, they hadn’t spotted him yet. He took aim, but waited. This Spartan was no Captain, but, there was something Trent couldn’t deny himself. This Spartan was someone worth fighting with. Lucy ‘Lucifer’ Star had dispatched majority of the Innies after the Spartan left. With the tin-can no longer staring at her, the girl disregarded every single rule the UNSC had about combat. The bodies around her were broken and it was clear she had taken her time. Her helmet was off, throw into the floor as the girls face turned to face the Spartan. In an odd way, she was beautiful. Long straight hair that glowed like early morning sunlight. Her eyes, crimson like the blood that strained her white, but tanned skin. She looked like a beautiful young girl barely out of her teens. Of course, not all of them would be in ODST armour and surrounded by dead Innies. “Took you long enough” she said, picking up her helmet from the ground and clipped it onto her belt. She already knew she’d cop it from the Captain for taking the helmet off, how would the Spartan react, damn machines. “The Captains got the pelican working in the Hanger. Trent said your Spartan friend hit some sorta issue, might wanna go make sure he hasn’t blown a fuse or somethin’” she said lazily as she began a walk towards the Hanger. She didn’t know what the Spartan intended to do, and honestly, she didn’t care. Spartans were just weird freaks of nature to Lucy, and buzzkills who hated her having fun.
  3. Midnight growled at Torchwick as he backed away. This human was NOT escaping her! She spots the two Faunus to her sides, and she shakes her head. They had one chance to stop her. They were too late. The cat-Faunus threw herself at the one to her left, quickly disabling them by slashing across their chest. The second fired, but her shield met the attack and stopped the shots dead. Turning to face that other Faunus, shield raised, she used it as a battering ramm, knocking the other Faunus onto the ground. She was confident the blow would disable them. She looked over at Slash. Thank the gods he was alive. She frowned as she heard the train start moving. What was the plan here? They had no choice right? They had to stop the train! Grabbing her blade from the ground and placing it on her back. The Faunus looked at the team, with Slash back 'in charge', there was a simply choice. They had to stop this train! "Get a move on!" She said loudly as she sprinted forwards towards the train. Torchwick was not escaping her fangs again!
  4. Trent frowned. He wasn’t much when it came to knowledge, he had been a peoples person. Or at least, that was what he assumed. He had lost his memory, and found knocked out in a UNSC Pelican many months back. He had ODST dogtags, so command threw him in with specialists expecting him to die. But he knew people. Knew how to read them as if they were mere books, a gift he had. So he could almost smell the fear the Spartan had. It was the tinest of things in his voice that made alarms go off in his head. The ODST nodded, and stuck close. The route to the nuke was clear, until the nuke switch itself. The device was part of a console system that kept the bases major operations under control. Power, heating. In that very room was a problem. Consisting of Covernment forces. There were 6 Sangheili, better known by UNSC forces as the feared ‘Elites’. From their armour alone, Duke would be able to access UNSC records and link them with the Spec-Ops Elites. White armour, slanted helmet and, as he records showed. All of these guys had invisibility devices equipped. However, there were two oddities that did NOT fit the MO of Covernment infiltration teams. The first was the presense of Skirmishers, or the ‘Kig-Yar’. Simply names ‘Jackles’. And the second was an odd and rare creature. Offical UNSC records name it the Huragok. Nicknamed the Engineer, the only thing known of these creatures was they were non-combatants and had been reports of them repairing UNSC equipment. Puffy and half-mechanical, the opinion on shooting them was mixed. The consoles were down a narrow corridor. Meaning they’d be spotted a mile away, and with little options for cover. The ODST didn’t like the odds of a heads on assault. Innies were one thing, but covies?! The ODST loaded his rifle, and went silent for a few moments before looking over at the Spartan “Sir. We’ve secured the hanger and a Pelican is prepped for launch” he informed the Spartan, relying information back and forth to his team, giving the Spartan time to come up with how to attack the current problem. Lock-On frowned as the Spartan gave her a thumbs up. Why would he do that? ODSTs and Spartans were rivals, despite being on the same side. But, she opted to not think about it. She had her orders, and would follow them out. Keeping an eye on the distance. The corpose of the Innie was nothing special. The only unique thing about him was his size. No enhancements, no special orders. As if everything he needed to know had simply been memorised before being deployed. In the distance, the battle raged on between UNSC forces and the Coverment. However, a UNSC distress call came out. One every soldier hated to hear from the UNSC Navy. ‘All Forces, this is UNSC Minotaur. Be aware the Covies have brought in reinforcements and UNSC Navy has been forced back. We have confirmation that several Covenant Destroyers are headed groundside, along with one Reverence-Class Cruiser. They will begin to overrun the ground, hold your positions”
  5. The world faded away. The underground area, her team, the professor. The rage of Midnight was focused solely upon Roman. This human, who treated her family like dirt, yet used them for his own purposes! Grimm had a LOT of explaining to do if she ever managed to catch up with him again. Using her second sword to swing, she allowed her rage, all her emotions she typically buries down deep, to flare up. A volcanic eruption of emotions. That was the fuse, but fuel was him not even remembering her. Was she so significant that he forgot! She snarl that escaped her mouth was not human. "You arrogant little pest of a human! I told you at the docks, we Faunus don't need you!" She took a hard swing, aimed at his cane instead of him. Even in her anger, she knew she'd have to fight his weapon before getting through to her target. Through gritted teeth, she said much softer, where only those listening closey would hear "After i'm done with you, i'm gunna find a certain wolf and he better damn have my answers"
  6. Trent frowned at the Spartan. What was he talking about? Cloaked Covies? They were ages away from the front line, this was a simple in and out mission. His mind paused completely when the word ‘Nuke’ came up. The Spartans had orders, to use a failsafe nuke?! While that, of itself, wasn’t a shocker to the ODST, what made him scared was the knowledge both Butler and Midnight grew up on his planet and had spent time in this area. The captains tolerance of Spartans was already limited… “I…” Trent hesitated as the helmet revealed the girl. Dammit! Innies were not people, they were a problem! Yet, he found his trigger finger not working. Dammit this was so much easier when the Captain was speaking to him about how they weren’t people, just targets. Just objects. So much easier to shoot. “Dammit!” Trent shakes his head, but walks away “Ok fine, you made your point. We let them go…” The ODST wasn’t pleased about the entire situation. But, now he had an issue. Did he keep the nuke to himself, or tell the Captain….If she found out, it would be bloody… Isabella ‘Lock-On’ Dylandy hadn’t expected anything. The girl had simply been sitting on the roof, bored. She had dismantaled and remade her sniper purely out of bordem. That’s when she heard the Spartan in her ear. Her reply was cold, a simple “Roger”. The second the Innie poked his head outside, it exploded. A single sniper shot found its mark. “Target eliminated” was the girls answer before going radio silent. The Innie that Sky had hostage simply grinned up at the Spartan. He spat blood onto the Spartans visor “I won’t talk to you” he said simply , before swallowing something that was within his mouth and he began to laugh “We win this round, you damn machine” before the cyanide from the pill killed the Innie soldier
  7. It wasn't hard to spot either of them. Slash and...Torchwick. That damn human was here! That meant, the White Fang was here also. She let out a short breath as she checks the blade in her hand, and the hsield in the other. It was time to party. She bit her lower lip. Could she make the distance before Torchwick pulled the trigger on his cane. No. But, there was one thing he could not be prepared for. Midnight took her blade, Judgement, and threw it right at Torchwick. It had enough power behind it to reach him. Using it as a distraction, the Faunus charged and made a wide swing at him. There was clear anger in her eyes. This human, the sight of him, annoyed her. This stupid human was way above his head. The Faunus didn't need his help to liberate themselves! "You! Why is it, everywhere i go, you're here waiting for me!?"
  8. Trent couldn’t believe his eyes. This Spartan had, single-handedly, taken out an entire barricade of Innies who had the superior position, as well as firepower. Yet, he made it look so, hell, easy. As soon as the Spartan hit the Innie line, the ODST moved up the corridor rifle raised. Thankfully, they were so focused on the Spartan they had no idea of the single reinforcement until it was too late. Seeing that the Spartan had, crippled them, the ODST ensured his rifle was loaded before taking aim. The Captain had been very clear. A full-sweep. No one left alive. He had been about to pull the trigger when the Spartan spoke up. The ODST shook his head, refusing to take his rifles aim away from the crippled Innie. “Sir, with all due respect. The orders given by the captain were perfectly clear. We’re to commit a full sweep of the base. We can’t afford to leave anyone alive, they could ambush the force set to replace us” The ODST, like the rest of his team, had no idea about the order to nuke the base, and were under the illusion the base would be recommissioned by a UNSC marine force. Trent took a deep breath, it was the job he signed up for. The Captain and the team were his family now, he had to follow orders. But for, some reason, he found himself pausing and looked at the Spartan, as if daring him to stop him. Lucifer, the ODST who was covering Sky, started laughing in their private COMs. Laughter of a child amused, and gripped by insanity. As he moved forwards, he could see the Innie ID’s vanishing quickly as Lucy ‘Lucifer’ Star followed her orders. Full-Sweep, no survivors. No Mercy. Upon reaching the data room, Sky would be met by gunfire. Mostly from M7 Caseless SMGS’ and M6 handguns. Not lethal, but an annoyance as a team of nearly half a dozen Innies were operating on the supercomputer in the middle of the room. They open fired, while one of them fled the room itself. Bolting out the emergency exit door. This individual was male, easily the biggest of all Innies in the room, standing at a 6’5, which was tall…for a non-spartan.
  9. Trent frowned at Duke, although the Helmet meant the ODST was simply staring at him, confused. Having never seen a Spartan in action, yet alone a Spartan-2, Ignite simply didn't understand how it was possible. The Machine Gun had the entire passage way covered, so what was Duke planning? The ODST Specialist could only watch what he thought was purely impossible. Not only was he charging an LMG, but somehow, not getting hit! The LAAG fired at Duke, but it was very clear the Innie behind the turret had been expecting marines, not a Spartan. Their aim was panicked, aiming at where he had been, not where he was. The barracade, which was simply a few tables shoved together, had half a dozen Innies at it. As Duke got closer, they began firing their own small-arms weapons, but outside of 1 UNSC MA5B Assault Rifle, none of them would even damage his armour, yet alone the shield. Lucifier nodded her head at the Spartan. After all, it was the 'safer' of the options. while safe wasn't her style, if the tin-can wanted to risk his life. She had nothing against it. She watched as the Spartan headed into a building right before moving herself, sliping around the corner and peaking through a window. 6 Innies, who had grabbed their weapons and looking at where the Spartan was fighting. With their backs to her. Taking him, she let it rip. The effect was instant. The Shredder rounds exploded into fragments upon contact with their target, and even their little amour did nothing to save them. They dropped within half-a-clip, a grin on her face, Lucifer continued to use the Shredder rounds and slowly began clearing room after room. A full sweep leaving a bloody picture behind her. Just like she was ordered to.
  10. Trent 'Ignite' Couns nodded his head. He knew why he, in part, was selected to deal with the Spartan. Because no one else wanted too, plus he was the newest member of the team. This meant, in terms of the 105th, he would Always draw the short straw. But, he mused as himself and Spartan Duke moved towards the basement stairs, it could be much worse. Following the Spartans instruction, he indeed let Duke take point. After all, the Spartans armour would survive almost anything. Hell, most Innie weapons wouldn't dent his armour. Coming down the stairs, Duke would be faced with his first problem. A barracade. The corridor was narrow with stray desks and other office equipment, but nearly 15 metres away was the LAAG Vulcan machine gun that one would normaly see mounted on a Warhog, or on the back of the Pelican Dropship. The triple barrells spun up and unleashed heavy sustained gunfire that forced Trent back up several steps. Normal Innie guns, easy. UNSC M41 Light Anti-Aircraft Gun firing somewhere between 450-550 12.7x99mm caseless shells. Not even a Spartans armour and shields could sustain against that kind of fire power for long. "Dammit! They've got the entire place locked down!" Trent said, looking at the SMG in his hands. Useless over this distance. "We need to try and flank it...Think you can get a shot off, or...?" The only options were, flank, pot-shots or retreat. And the idea of retreating didn't settle well in his chest, his pride as an ODST. Lucifer allowed the Spartan to take point, but was barely a step behind him. The ODST had a MA2B, a version of the common 'Assault Rifle' that was much harder to break. Lucy Star also knew that her shots would go hard and fast as she was using 'Shredder' rounds, anti-infanty bullets that worked best with the MA2B's fire rate. They arrived on the 3rd floor where Lucy directed the Spartan towards the ops center, however, the route there was not an easy one. A series of corridors, in a grid system, each large room housing several Innies. All of it was between them and the security locked door. "We won't have time to clear all the rooms. You go ahead, secure that data for the mission. Once it's started, come join me on the cleanup~" The sheer passion in her voice said it all, violence was what this ODST lived for, as she cocked her weapon. She glared at the Spartan through her tinted visor. If the tin-can could do anything, it was follow orders. "Now get going Soldier-Boy, i can handle a few Innies"
  11. The two ODSTs, Lock-On and Ignite, looked at Duke. Lock-Ok, born Isabella, had green trimmings on her armour. The girl nodded once, while Ignite, an ODST with pure black armour, rolled his shoulders and ensured his DMR was loaded. Butler looked over at Duke, and shrugged his wide shoulders “It’s happened in the past. Marines who panic and let a couple shots at us. They usually calm down once they see the uniform” There was a female laugh, wild as another ODST walked forwards. Her armour had fire-red trimings. “No Marine is good enough to kill us. We’re wasting time Captain, lets hustle” With yet another emotional laugh, the ODSt started jogging forwards. There was a second of hesitation before the rest of the ODST team followed up to the front door. Midnight nodded her head before kicking the door open, the ODSTs’ performed a textbook building entrance. The inside of the base, contrasting the outside, was high-tech. White walls with moniters flashing data. A single marine met them. The body of the soldier was against the wall, blood plastered on the wall behind him. “Contacts” said Captain Midnight, whose SMG was pointed forwards. “Walter, conclusion?” She asked her 2nd, who nodded his head and examined and corpse, before swearing. Standing up, he had a bullet shell in his hand. “Innies. It’s standard, this guy was taken by surprise. Didn’t fire a shot. Infiltration mission” The male let out a sigh before standing up, and bringing his Assault Rifle to bear. The Captain and her second looked at each other, and a silent message was spoken. “New plan Hell Jumpers. Full Sweep. Ignite, take Duke and sweep the basement. Lucifer, you’re with Sky. You’ve got the intel location, secure the data and clear out any Innies. None of them get the data. Midnight, Ignite. You’re with me, to the hanger. We’ll secure the evac before doubling back around” Despite being the 2nd in command, the ODST team seemed to have no issues taking orders from him. The ODSTs’ gave each other a quick nod and a loud ‘OhhRah!’ before splitting their ways. A glare from Alisea ‘Midnight’ Williams at both Spartans said everything to them before the blue-trimmed ODST vanished down a hallway. Lieutenant Lucy ‘Lucifer Star, the ODST girl who had laughed warmly before, looked at Sky. Even with the helmet over her face, the smirk of arrogance was impossible not to feel. SMG in hand and hand on hip, she rotated her head. “Well Tin-Can, ready to move?” 2nd Sergeant Trent ‘Ignite’ Couns walked up to Spartan Duke. The boy gave the Spartan a quick salute, before ensuring his Assault Rifle was loaded. “Basement is our destination. Ready to move sir?”
  12. The ODST team moved quickly, well, as quickly as they could being regular humans. The private coms were filled with a rather disapproving statement about Spartans, thankfully, the ODST team coms were set to private. The facility was a klick away, it wasn't long before they were eying up the facility. Ironically, the 'facility' was a simple white building in the side of a hill. Over the team radio, a voice came out. This radio was not ODST exclusive and included the Spartans. "Looks like a false entrance" Said Butler, the large male ODST pointed at the building. "No way a facility would be placed against a hill like that otherwise. Lock-On, stay out here and provide support until we get inside. Take the roof, keep an eye for covies" A simple emotionless "Confirmed" was the reply in a female voice. "Once we get inside the facility, Ignite, you're with Lock-On, keep her alive and keep the radio alive. Wolfy, you're with Butler. Find the data and secure it. Lucifer, you're with me. Armoury then hanger" The captains voice was clear and professional. The team were well versed, and knew what they were doing. "Spartans, do as you wish. We've got this handled. Radar points at the Covies being at least half an hour away. The only thing we have to fear is, maybe, any stupid ONI defense system and idiots marines. Rally with the ODST teams in the facility, or act with recon. Either is acceptable"
  13. During the drop itself, only a single ODST listened in to the teams comms to hear Duke's scream. That being the 2nd in coomand, Butler. After it stopped, he went back to the closed loop the team had. The convosation on the way down was nothing out of the ordinary for them. A casual chat about the planet, a short rant by Alisea about her personal distaste for Spartans before mocking a certain squadmate for their drunken actions during their last break. As the pods broke through the atmosphere, one final call came out. "Remember. Jumping feet first into hell isn't our main job. Making sure it's crowded when we get there, now that's a job" The ODST pods all landed within 10 metres of each other. Fire team Jinx has yet another successful landing with 0 casualties on their side. They armed up and began moving. Of course, they heard how 'green' the Spartans truly were and there was one voice that couldn't not comment on it. "Hell-jumpers are moving on the objective, keep up tin-cans" came a rather childish girls voice over the radio as the ODST team made a beeline for the facility, which was a mere kilometre away. Alisea Williams had made it perfectly clear to her team before the mission. The Spartans were not part of their team, and they could look after themselves.
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