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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 7:23 pm

The year is 2525 and you are located on Reach, under ever-watchful eye of Dr. Halsey and the spooks at ONI. Every move you make has been documented, every thing you do is strictly regulation. For eight years, you have trained under the finest training officer in the UNSC. You are the ultimate fighting machine, you have accomplished every mission thrown at you without so much as a hint of fear. You have just accomplished another mission, however many of your fellow warriors have failed. The mission in question was the addition of Bio-Enhancements into your body. More than half your number have become casualties of this so-called Final Mission. The remaining few have become more than anyone could have ever expected. You have evolved beyond that of a normal human. You are one of the few, the proud, the Spartans.

You have no name, you are but only a number. Your leader, Spartan-117, has been given the task of separating the remaining 30 spartans into teams. You have been voluntarily assigned to Red team. Your function in the UNSC is vital to the war against The Covenant. You will be assigned missions that no other branch of the UNSC would even dream of accomplishing. With your nerves of steel and MJOLNIR armor, nothing is impossible...

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Characters:

Please, simply make up your character, give them a position, and PM it to me so I can update this post. Do try and keep your character with the parameters of the Halo universe as it makes things easier...

Available positions are:
ODST (Orbital Drop Shock Troopers/ Helljumpers)
Pilot (Fly Ships in Space)
Spartan (UNSC Super Soldiers)
ONI Agent (Omnipotent Intelligence Officer)

-Covenent classes will come after the first mission-

Name*:
Planet of Birth:
Position:

Prefered Weaponry:
Specialty:**
Backstory:***
Appearence/Skills:

*: If Spartan, please include number. Ex: Spartan-117, Spartan-271, etc
**: Example would be Sniper, Demolitions, Intel, Recon, Assault, etc...
***: If not Spartan. If you are a Spartan, everyones backstory is the same.

I do not have enough time to write up the first mission at the moment, but I will have it ready sometime soon. Please just make a character and chill whilst I start this thing up...

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Master Chief is a NPC, please do not make yourself Master Chief/John/Spartan-117

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My Character: Spartan-058 AKA Linda
Planet of Birth: Sigma Octanus IV
Position: Spartan

Prefered Weaponry: Pistol / Jackhammer Rocket Launcher
Specialty: Reconnaissance/ Special Operations
Appearence/Skills: Standing at 6' 2" in height, Linda is the fastest Spartan in the team. Her slender body in combonation with her bio-Enhancements allow her to propel herself faster than one of the UNSC Warthogs. Linda prefers viewing the world from the inside of her sleek MJOLNIR armor, which masks her inner beauty. Her natural speed in combonation with enhanced eye sight makes her an idea choice for any seek-and-destroy missions, along with reconnaissance missions. On the flip side, Linda is rather unwieldy in space combat as her only advantage, speed, is dashed from the playing field. Should she find herself in such a position, her only real option is to cover the remaining spartans from afar with a sniper rifle.

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Name: Spartan-666 AKA Damion
Position: Spartan

Prefered weapon: Shotgun (or sword if he can get his hands on one)
Specialty: Close-quarters combat

Appearance/skills: Standing at 6'6 with a large build Damien is the strongest Spartan on the team, his large build having allowed for a few extra bio-enhancments to increase his strength which combined with his favorite weapons makes him an excellent choice when fighting in close quarters

Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 7:25 pm

Admiral Stanforth paced the bridge of the Iroquois impatiently, awaiting the arrival of Dr. Halsey and the rest of the crew. The spooks up at ONI had provided him with some crucial information, and Stanforth had called all combat personnel to the bridge. It had been almost ten minutes and no one had so much as spoken over the intercom. Finally, the bridge doors slid open, revealing 20 UNSC Longsword pilots, several ODST personnel, and five of the UNSC's finest: Spartans.

"Ah, I see my call was finally answered!" Stanforth said, turning to face the assembly of soldiers.

"Admiral on the bridge!" one of the Spartans said, the tallest of the group

The Spartans snapped to attention almost immediately, their hands practically teleporting to their brows. The ODST and UNSC were quick to follow, but were not as vigilant in their salutes.

"As you were soldiers" Stanforth mumbled, waving his hand slightly. Again, the spartans moved with unparalleled speeds, their hands dropping to their sides faster than the untrained eye could follow.

"Spartan-117, would you please step forward for your briefing" Stanforth ordered, looking straight at him. John stepped forward, saluting the Admiral once again.

"Sir!" John barked, holding his salute.

"Several hours ago, the Cruiser Ascendant Justice received a distress signal from the Harvest system. There's been another rebel insurrection on the surface. They've almost completely overrun the UNSC ground forces there. We've sent reinforcements, but the rebels are stronger than we first suspected. It seems they've captured the Destroyer Higher Truth are are trying to launch it into orbit to halt our reinforcements. As you already know, were are en-route to Harvest at this very moment. ETA is 10 minutes. Chief, your objectives are as follows:

1: Resupply, Remobilize, and Reinforce the remaining UNSC forces.
2: Successfully recapture the Higher Truth
3: Defend your position until more reinforcements arrive.

Are your objectives clear Master Chief?"

"Sir, Yes Sir!" the chief shouted, acknowledging his order from Stanforth, a hint of pleasure in his voice.

The bridge doors opened once again and Dr. Halsey entered, the spartans saluting her as if she were an Admiral. Stanforth wasn't pleased with that gesture, but most of the Spartans looked at Dr. Halsey as a type of mother figure, so it was to be expected.

"Ah, Dr. Halsey, I see you took your precious time in coming here" Stanforth rebuked, clearly displeased.

Dr. Halsey rolled her eyes, then turned to her Spartans. "Admiral Stanforth has already informed me of the situation, and I can only wish you luck on your mission." She leered at the Admiral, "I know my Spartans are quite capable of such a simple mission"

Linda couldn't help but have a silent chuckle. The doctor was right, this mission was too easy, hardly even worth their effort. Linda wasn't complaining however, combat was what the Spartans lived for, the thrill of gunfire enthralled her like nothing else could.

"Master Chief, assemble your squad. I want you planet side at 0100 hours and not a moment later." Stanforth barked, ignoring the doctors comments.

John turned to face his squad, composed of Linda, Jason, Kelly, and Damion. "Alright people, I want you armed and ready at the pelican bay in ten minutes. If your not there, your not coming along for the party, is that understood?"

Four acknowledgment lights winked on inside the Chief's helmet, his team understanding his instructions. John left the bridge and headed toward the armory with Linda at his side, the rest of the company trailing behind. They reached the armory, the Chief selecting his signature Assault Rifle, Linda taking a Jackhammer, Jason grabbing two SMGs, Kelly arming herself with her customized sniper rifle, and Damion reaching toward the shotgun. Linda made sure she had three extra clips for her Jackhammer before she turned and strode toward the exit.

"Forgetting something?" John chuckled, tossing Linda a backup pistol. Linda spun and caught it, deftly slipping it into its holster. Linda hurried down the ships corridor, her feet guiding her to the Pelican bay. She could hear footsteps behind her, probably John and the others. she thought, checking her HUD which confirmed friendly Spartans behind her. She reached the bay, and as she did, the Pelican to her left became highlighted on her HUD. She slipped into the Pelican, taking up position as Co-Pilot as John took the controls.

"Ready Chief?" Linda asked out of habit. Of course he was ready, John had always been ready for anything he came up against, even if it was unexpected.

"Yea, lets do this" John said, flipping various switches in the cockpit. The engines roared and the Pelican began to move back out of the bay. They entered the airlock, waited for a moment before John slammed down on the throttle, propelling them into space and toward the battle below...

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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 2:30 pm

Twilight straped herself into her seat near the back of the Pelican. She hurridly checked her weapon clips and armor out of habit even though they were always ready for battle. Lurched forward slightly as the Pelican engines came to life. Tuned into the privite frequency of the team and looked around, her own Grey blue armor faceplate refecting back at her in the others visores.

"ETA Chief? And Linda, try not to crash us again. This should be a peice of cake if we're not fighting our way out a a buring ship again.," Twilight sayed over the com with her familar dry wit.

She turned away from the cockpit and looked out into the inky black and silver spotted emptyness of space quickly falling into the red and pink tinged atmosphere, shivering slightly with delight at the thought of the immediate battle coming up.

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