Operation: GUILLOTINE (a Halo RP, accepting sheets)
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With barely a whisper of sound, Alec A227 hurtled through space, the thruster pack on his back propelling him toward his target - the UNSC Xerxes. The Marathon-class cruiser, being slightly over a kilometer in length, was hard to miss even against the dark backdrop of space. As he neared the behemoth, he leaned backwards and brought his knees up, gradually rotating his entire body so that his feet were facing the hull.
With a clank, he touched down, bending his knees to compensate for the sudden deceleration.
Clank, clank, clank. In rapid succession, his three squadmates landed next to him. Without a word, Alec started forward. It felt as if he was walking through mud - the magnets on the bottom of his boots adhered him to the titanium hull below with every step.
Ahead of the SPARTAN-IIIs was a hatch approximately two meters in diameter, used to empty one of the ships internal trash compartments. According to the schematics, seven more of these hatches were located in various places around the exterior of the ship. There was no armor plating here, and it was far enough from any populated section of the ship to all but ensure that Rapier Team's entry would not be seen or heard. Alec reached into the hard-case on the small of his back and withdrew a can of C7 foaming explosive, and took care to coat the latch mechanism with just enough to disable it.
"Alright, just like we planned," Alec said, putting away the explosives and inserting a small detonator. "Stand back."
With a bright flash, the C7 detonated. Alec felt the concussion hit his chest, along with a few shards of metal, causing his shields to flare. The hatch flew off into space propelled by a blast of air, and cans, bottles, and other trash floated off into the distance after it as the pressurized compartment vented to space.
"Let's go." Alec swung around and sailed through the opening, dropping to the ground as artificial gravity took effect. The mountains of trash beneath him cushioned his fall, and he climbed through what seemed to be an ocean of refuse to reach a small airlock on the other side of the room. The four SPARTANs climbed inside, barely able to fit their heavily armored bulk inside.
A light tap on a control panel was all it took, and the airlock pressurized with a hiss. Alec's MJOLNIR armor automatically refilled its internal oxygen tanks, and his HUD informed him that he was now breathing from an external atmosphere.
He looked back at his team. All three of them, Sammy B203, Oliver B014, and Joseph B102 looked rock solid, and were drawing their weapons. Alec, his movements honed by years of training, drew his M6C SOCOM with his right hand, and unsheathed his knife with his left.
"Go."
In one fluid motion, Alec hit the door switch and stepped out into the hallway. He scanned the area for hostiles, but saw nothing. They hadn't been noticed, for the time being.
With a clank, he touched down, bending his knees to compensate for the sudden deceleration.
Clank, clank, clank. In rapid succession, his three squadmates landed next to him. Without a word, Alec started forward. It felt as if he was walking through mud - the magnets on the bottom of his boots adhered him to the titanium hull below with every step.
Ahead of the SPARTAN-IIIs was a hatch approximately two meters in diameter, used to empty one of the ships internal trash compartments. According to the schematics, seven more of these hatches were located in various places around the exterior of the ship. There was no armor plating here, and it was far enough from any populated section of the ship to all but ensure that Rapier Team's entry would not be seen or heard. Alec reached into the hard-case on the small of his back and withdrew a can of C7 foaming explosive, and took care to coat the latch mechanism with just enough to disable it.
"Alright, just like we planned," Alec said, putting away the explosives and inserting a small detonator. "Stand back."
With a bright flash, the C7 detonated. Alec felt the concussion hit his chest, along with a few shards of metal, causing his shields to flare. The hatch flew off into space propelled by a blast of air, and cans, bottles, and other trash floated off into the distance after it as the pressurized compartment vented to space.
"Let's go." Alec swung around and sailed through the opening, dropping to the ground as artificial gravity took effect. The mountains of trash beneath him cushioned his fall, and he climbed through what seemed to be an ocean of refuse to reach a small airlock on the other side of the room. The four SPARTANs climbed inside, barely able to fit their heavily armored bulk inside.
A light tap on a control panel was all it took, and the airlock pressurized with a hiss. Alec's MJOLNIR armor automatically refilled its internal oxygen tanks, and his HUD informed him that he was now breathing from an external atmosphere.
He looked back at his team. All three of them, Sammy B203, Oliver B014, and Joseph B102 looked rock solid, and were drawing their weapons. Alec, his movements honed by years of training, drew his M6C SOCOM with his right hand, and unsheathed his knife with his left.
"Go."
In one fluid motion, Alec hit the door switch and stepped out into the hallway. He scanned the area for hostiles, but saw nothing. They hadn't been noticed, for the time being.
GOD DAMN MY SPEED READING.
B102 looked down the Red-Dot sight of his M7S SMG, making sure the group would not be ambushed. He checked the motion tracker to make sure nothing was father ahead. Everything was going according to plan, even though this would be a cake walk, having dealt with those damned Covvies on Reach, Ariel... Harvest. B102 shuddered, which was a rarity for him. He steeled his nerves and continued moving forward.
Where the hell are all the damned Innies? He thought...
B102 looked down the Red-Dot sight of his M7S SMG, making sure the group would not be ambushed. He checked the motion tracker to make sure nothing was father ahead. Everything was going according to plan, even though this would be a cake walk, having dealt with those damned Covvies on Reach, Ariel... Harvest. B102 shuddered, which was a rarity for him. He steeled his nerves and continued moving forward.
Where the hell are all the damned Innies? He thought...
Oliver exerted a silent sigh of relief as he scanned the hallway. He was glad that he wouldn't be ordered to kill yet. He loosened his grip on his pistol and allowed his stance to become a little more relaxed, his feet closer together and his arm held slightly lower. His left hand was still held high, next to the combat knife strapped to his chest. He quickly glanced around him to get a picture of where his teammates were.
He saw a small slit of barely visible yellow in the darkness; that was Sammy's helmet. A quick glance to the left revealed a small glint of silver. Joseph had his weapon raised. He obviously had some reservations. Oliver was tempted to ask, but he didn't dare open his mouth. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the hallway in front of him. Maybe he would see what was bothering his fellow Spartan. He raised his pistol once more, and he flipped his night vision on. The hallway was seemingly enveloped in green, then its features were outlined and brightened. Oliver had always thought that the night vision ONI had created made the world look like a cartoon.
He saw a small slit of barely visible yellow in the darkness; that was Sammy's helmet. A quick glance to the left revealed a small glint of silver. Joseph had his weapon raised. He obviously had some reservations. Oliver was tempted to ask, but he didn't dare open his mouth. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the hallway in front of him. Maybe he would see what was bothering his fellow Spartan. He raised his pistol once more, and he flipped his night vision on. The hallway was seemingly enveloped in green, then its features were outlined and brightened. Oliver had always thought that the night vision ONI had created made the world look like a cartoon.
B102 checked the tracker again, still clear. He activated his Night-Vision, and scanned the entire hallway. He spied a vent intake. Too small for a Spartan, he looked closer to the ground. And found one that easily fit a Spartan, he keyed the internal keyboard, an old style QWERTY key system appeared on the inside of his HUD. He willed the text in.
SB-102 to SA-227, Air-vent, two meters forward, half meter down. Send in SB-203 to disable engines?...
He kept the small chat-box up...
SB-102 to SA-227, Air-vent, two meters forward, half meter down. Send in SB-203 to disable engines?...
He kept the small chat-box up...
"Affirmative. Rapier-2 and Rapier-3, you two head through that vent and disable the engines. Me and Rapier-4 are going to proceed to the armory. Keep in contact."
With that, Alec continued forward, carefully keeping an eye on every possible entry point. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. An Insurrectionist guard walked into the hallway, lighting a cigarette as he went. He walked over to one of the windows, staring out into the expanse of space as he took drew in. The man, totally unaware of their presence, wasn't much of a threat. If he so chose, Alec could have simply walked past him, or waited for him to leave.
This is for New Brazil, you fucker.
Alec slowly moved up, until he was mere feet behind the man. The rebel took one last draw of his cigarette and tossed it.
The SPARTAN-III lunged forward, wrapping his right arm around his target's neck and pulling back.
With a sickening crunch, his victim's vertebrae were pulverized. Simultaneously, Alec plunged his knife into the man's chest, feeling a brief resistance as the blade penetrated the sternum and pierced the heart. He withdrew the blade, and instantly grabbed the man by the shoulder, delivering a blow to the base of his skull with the barrel of his M6C. Finally, Alec pulled the man backwards and threw him to the deck, firing a single bullet between his eyes with a suppressed pop.
The man's cigarette hit the ground. Soundlessly, Alec dragged the brutalized body into the corner.
"No time to waste, let's go."
With that, Alec continued forward, carefully keeping an eye on every possible entry point. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. An Insurrectionist guard walked into the hallway, lighting a cigarette as he went. He walked over to one of the windows, staring out into the expanse of space as he took drew in. The man, totally unaware of their presence, wasn't much of a threat. If he so chose, Alec could have simply walked past him, or waited for him to leave.
This is for New Brazil, you fucker.
Alec slowly moved up, until he was mere feet behind the man. The rebel took one last draw of his cigarette and tossed it.
The SPARTAN-III lunged forward, wrapping his right arm around his target's neck and pulling back.
With a sickening crunch, his victim's vertebrae were pulverized. Simultaneously, Alec plunged his knife into the man's chest, feeling a brief resistance as the blade penetrated the sternum and pierced the heart. He withdrew the blade, and instantly grabbed the man by the shoulder, delivering a blow to the base of his skull with the barrel of his M6C. Finally, Alec pulled the man backwards and threw him to the deck, firing a single bullet between his eyes with a suppressed pop.
The man's cigarette hit the ground. Soundlessly, Alec dragged the brutalized body into the corner.
"No time to waste, let's go."
Oliver kept up the pace, despite what he just witnessed. He stepped on the cigarette, smothering it, and kicked the now invisible roll of tobacco into a corner; the smoldering light on one end would have given them away.
He jogged up alongside Alec. He wanted to speak out against Alec's unnecessary brutality, but despite his gift with negotiation, Alec had never given in to Oliver's speeches on killing. Instead he bottled up his discontent and continued forward, swiftly, but silently.
He jogged up alongside Alec. He wanted to speak out against Alec's unnecessary brutality, but despite his gift with negotiation, Alec had never given in to Oliver's speeches on killing. Instead he bottled up his discontent and continued forward, swiftly, but silently.
"Motion sensor, vent floor." Sammy whispered over the secure comm to Rapier-3. There was a short pause. "..Disabled. Let's go."
Both now sitting the ventilation shaft, she checked her PDA, they had received the UNSC blueprints of the ship in the mission briefing. Guiding her and Rapier-3's way, they quickly reached the right hatch. Her motion sensor went of, signaling movement of at least 10 people in the large room below. Sammy shot Joseph a quick look. They both readied their SMGs.
She silently opened the hatch and nodded for him to go fist.
Both now sitting the ventilation shaft, she checked her PDA, they had received the UNSC blueprints of the ship in the mission briefing. Guiding her and Rapier-3's way, they quickly reached the right hatch. Her motion sensor went of, signaling movement of at least 10 people in the large room below. Sammy shot Joseph a quick look. They both readied their SMGs.
She silently opened the hatch and nodded for him to go fist.
B102 smiled to himself. He readied himself to pounce from the hatch... He waited until the right moment. He was gone from B203's sight in a flash, snapping the first Innie's neck whisper quiet and then putting two rounds through another's chest. He slammed his forearm into a third Innie's midsection, destroying his spine and crushing his kidneys. Then, they noticed the Spartan.
Hello...
Hello...
Sammy touched down one instant after Rapier-3, but already were three targets incapacitated. The others, she counted four with weapons in their hands, were getting ready to engage B102. Not if she could help it.
Not bothering to rise from her kneeling position, she quickly raised her silent machine gun, and fired 4 quick bursts with lightning fast target acquisition. Fortunally, the range was virtually point blank, and that's where the SMG excelled. Four insurrectionists dropped dead.
Not bothering to rise from her kneeling position, she quickly raised her silent machine gun, and fired 4 quick bursts with lightning fast target acquisition. Fortunally, the range was virtually point blank, and that's where the SMG excelled. Four insurrectionists dropped dead.
B102 grabbed the last Innie by the end of his scruff. The man had a frightened look on his face, like a cow realizing it's destined for the slaughter, he had a knife. A good sized ten inch blade that would do serious damage to anyone not in seven hundred pound armor, the man took a stab, the shields flared and the blade bent and snapped. B102 grabbed the mans wrist and bent it back, pulverizing the bones. B102 then depolarized his visor.
"Why did you take the Xerxes?!" He roared through his external speakers in a thick Slovakian accent. "And for every answer you get wrong, I break bones..."
"Wh-what?"
B102 destroyed the rest of his arm. "ANSWERS!"
"P-pigs..."
B102 decided he had enough, he dislocated both man's arms, boot his armored boot to his chest and kicked. Both arms came clean off. B102 was breathing heavily...
"Bastards."
He holstered his M7S and cracked his neck, he then re-polarized his visor. And then cracked his knuckles.
"Why did you take the Xerxes?!" He roared through his external speakers in a thick Slovakian accent. "And for every answer you get wrong, I break bones..."
"Wh-what?"
B102 destroyed the rest of his arm. "ANSWERS!"
"P-pigs..."
B102 decided he had enough, he dislocated both man's arms, boot his armored boot to his chest and kicked. Both arms came clean off. B102 was breathing heavily...
"Bastards."
He holstered his M7S and cracked his neck, he then re-polarized his visor. And then cracked his knuckles.
Sammy watched B102's rather primitive interrogation with mild entertainment. He didn't even need an answer, we're not here to ask questions. Too emotional. As the man's arms came off, she let out an amused hum. It was only for an instant, however.
"Enough" she growled in an irritated voice. "We've got a job to do, set the explosives."
She shot him a sharp look from within her helmet.
"Enough" she growled in an irritated voice. "We've got a job to do, set the explosives."
She shot him a sharp look from within her helmet.
B102 sent her a quick message.
B102 to B203: What explosives? Ma'am, with all due respect, the CO has all the C-12, but we could find another... More entertaining way...
He then went about in a quick fashion looking for a way to disable the ships' engines...
B102 to B203: What explosives? Ma'am, with all due respect, the CO has all the C-12, but we could find another... More entertaining way...
He then went about in a quick fashion looking for a way to disable the ships' engines...
Oliver attempted to access the ship blueprints, but he received several "
" messages. He grumbled. "Piece of crap," he thought. He whispered to Alec, "Sir, how much further?"
Oliver heard a faint voice; only a Spartan could have heard it from Oliver's position. The voice displayed anger and an attempt at intimidation. Oliver recognized it as the voice of B102. He sent him a message.
B014 wasn't actually worried about any rebels hearing the carnage. He simply wasn't comfortable with the fact that carnage was already taking place.
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ACCESS DENIEDOliver heard a faint voice; only a Spartan could have heard it from Oliver's position. The voice displayed anger and an attempt at intimidation. Oliver recognized it as the voice of B102. He sent him a message.
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Rapier-4 to Rapier-3, keep it down. We don't want a full blown firefight.I added a picture to my character sheet, though the specific shade of blue that I was imagining is not available in Reach.
B102 got the notification.
B102 to B014: Enemies get zero Respect... Spartan.
He found a command console for the entire engine bock. He cracked his knuckles again and began to hack into the console, first he gave Alec a tap into the Ships COMMs, then he disabled the engines, which soon faded from a faint electric blue to black. He then edited the password so the Innies couldn't reactivate the engines. He typed in: ThouShallNotPass
PASSWORD CHANGED
He smiled.
B102 to B014: Enemies get zero Respect... Spartan.
He found a command console for the entire engine bock. He cracked his knuckles again and began to hack into the console, first he gave Alec a tap into the Ships COMMs, then he disabled the engines, which soon faded from a faint electric blue to black. He then edited the password so the Innies couldn't reactivate the engines. He typed in: ThouShallNotPass
PASSWORD CHANGED
He smiled.
Oliver grimaced at the response he had received. Despite being on the same squad for less than a year, Joseph already had him pinned; he easily spotted B014's true message.
Oliver preferred being on his own, or at least paired with an individual who didn't have an itchy trigger finger. It was easier that way.
B014 immediately regretted sending the message. This wasn't the time for squabbles. There was a job to do. He continued forward down the lonely hall, waiting for a response from his leader.
Oliver preferred being on his own, or at least paired with an individual who didn't have an itchy trigger finger. It was easier that way.
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Why should a Spartan waste time on something not worth their respect?B102 checked everything out, the Innies weren't going to get their engines back. The ship was dead in space for the time being. And B102 had his very own version of hell to dish out. He smiled to himself. A notification ticked off. He replied nearly instantly.
B102 to B014: Because it is our mission Spartan. Acknowledge, power will be cut, repeat power will be cut.
B102 hacked into another console across the room, the power settings... He easily hacked into it as well. He selected the power switch. He clicked it off, the ship immediately plunged into darkness. To B102, this was paradise. He sent a team wide message.
B102 to all: Power is disabled, we are dead in the water until I reactivated it, Acknowledge...
B102 to B014: Because it is our mission Spartan. Acknowledge, power will be cut, repeat power will be cut.
B102 hacked into another console across the room, the power settings... He easily hacked into it as well. He selected the power switch. He clicked it off, the ship immediately plunged into darkness. To B102, this was paradise. He sent a team wide message.
B102 to all: Power is disabled, we are dead in the water until I reactivated it, Acknowledge...