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General Category => Gaming and Halo-themed Games => Halo RPG => Topic started by: BFM_Lemming on October 27, 2008, 02:10:03 AM
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*kk guys syr about the opening I know it's not very good but you will have to give me some time because I am not use to army based RPs xD but anyway here you go.. please join lol and sorry about the bad spelling lol oh the plot is on the other thread I made called 'rp guys' bfm_bowser was the one who posted it :) *
Keara had lost track of how many days that she and the crew had been couped up in the small ship. The bitter cold and silence of the never ending space out side seemed to press down on them. She had been sitting near the front, every now again looking out of the window into the vast darkness which seemed to be endless in this place. The shine of some distance stars were the only things which seemed to promise at lest some light, as they glided by. Keara took off her helmet and ran some fingers through her short spiky hair, letting out a low shaky sigh. She had never really been good with traveling, the fact of being confined in a small space for so long, made her every inside twist and turn. Closing her eyes for a brief second she allowed her heart to slow its beat in her chest, trying to think of anything and everything which could take her mind off this place. Someone next to her stirred slightly in his sleep, while some men across from her sniggered slightly as one of them moved over to the sleeping man with a pen, getting ready to draw on him. Keara did nothing to stop them. She couldn’t; she had no power over them. It would be like talking to brick wall, there would be no respect and as far as intelligence goes they are no better then a pack of ghetto dogs. Slowly her lips began to tremble once more as she felt her heart quicken, the sooner she got off of this tin can the better. She couldn’t take it much longer, but then what was she going to do about it?Taking yet another deep breath, Keara’s light-blue eyes fluttered slightly as they turn, by chance, towards the window, before flicking back to the interior of the ship. Then wide with surprise back to the window. “What the……?!”, she thought as she snapped her head back to the window, returning to her view over the pilot’s shoulder. The pilot seemed just as surprised and transfixed at the sight which now lay in front of them. The window framed a planet, which emitted a soft blue glow. In the silence Keara could think of nothing more beautiful. The hum of the engine which had purred in her ears for days on end now, seemed distant, almost like a memory as her eyes moved over the globe; no longer seeing darkness of space that surrounded them. From what she could see this was planet most like earth, like home. A sudden twang of home sickness hit her then. But though the planet looked like earth something was wrong, though there was greenery across the land masses which covered the surface, there was more brown and gold’s of desserts and waste lands. The planet was larger to, almost double the size for their home. “What is that?” Keara heard herself breath as she pulled herself up out of her seat to stand behind the pilot’s seat. The voice of pilot was distant yet clear, “I don’t know,” he stammered, “It’s not on the charts.” Keara could feel her fingers tighten their grip on the back of the chair, as she continued to look at the planet. Silence once again pressed down on her ears as she continued to study the planet, but then something pulled her sharply out of her thoughts. A sudden lurch of the ship pushed her back, so that she fell, hitting her head on one of the seats. The ships shell now shuddered under their feet, as it began to plummeted forwards, ever increasing its speed as it moved towards the giant. The ring of the pilot and the squad’s voices filled the air, as the pilot fought to regain control, to no prevail.The back of Keara’s head felt warm and wet, as a dark-red coloured liquid oozed out of a gash on the back of her skull, spreading through her hair like red wine on a silk sheet. Then as the ship’s engines gave out on them at last, Keara felt someone grab hold of her and pull her up into her seat. The seat strap placed around her and a distant voice shout out. The words were nothing but a blur in her ears now but soon it no longer mattered, as her world fell into darkness.
bio:
Basics
Name: Keara
Age: 25
Gender: female
Family
Mother: Sarah
Father: Cojack
Siblings: 1 older
brother Children:
none Other: none
The outside
Height: 5,5
Scars: one along her side, where she had gotten into a fight to help out a friend and got stabbed.
Weapons: assault riffle, two pistols, grenades, one sniper rifle and one small knife
Description: Keara has shoulder length short spiky very light brown hair, some people say it is blond while others say it is brown. She has one bride which is near the front of her head which she always has. She has ice-blue eyes, but she had a ring of orange going around the irises. She has lightly tanned skin, and is slightly built. She normally wears fingerless gloves, and as a wolf pendant, which she wears around her neck. She rarely takes this off.
The inside
Strengths: she is a good fighter, and is someone you want on your team when ever some thing ugly rears its head. She is also a good leader though she prefers to ignore this fact. She is good with grenades and pistols; she is also good with mechanics.
Weaknesses: she is rubbish with the sniper rifle, and why she carries one round with her makes no sense to anyone who knows her.
Fears: Small spaces, she hates being stuck in one place for to long.
Personality: she is a normally very quiet, and keeps to herself most of the time. But she will speak up if something is going which she doesn’t like. She is witty but also sarcastic, she also has anger and it does not take much to make her snap. But apart from that she can be well grounded and calm when she needs to be.
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awsome, will see if I can throw something up to go along with it. ;D
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hehehe kk ty bowser for joining and for giving me the plot :)
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NP.. and...
She woke up hours later, A flashing pain in her head. She did her best to push the feeling out of her mind. Groggily, she looked up for the crew... there was nothing but blood, broken seats, wrecked computer screens, and a dim light given by the main tech readout screen, which read:
/*engines disabled, fuel flow at 0.05 %/
/*Operational status at 0.03 %/
Keara knew that the ship would never fly again... but where was the crew? All she could see were bloodstains on the floor, basking in a hauntingly bluish light. She got the cold feeling creeping slowly up her spine, the same feeling she remembered getting while watching horror vid's as a kid with her brother, who would always tease her and laugh when she covered her eyes and ears when the suspense was too great for her. It wasn't so funny now. She drew her pistol, activated the laser sight, and crept of the bridge. Slowly she made her way to the armory, hoping to find supplies, and maybe some of the crew. The fact that the door was slicked with blood didn't give her too much hope of the latter. After fighting down the overwhelming desire to run, she triggered the door. She walked in, and bumped into something. She quickly drew away, and aimed her gun. She couldn't make out what it was, but she was never one to take chances. She drew out her sniper rifle, and aimed it at the “thing” that she bumped. In a fluid movement, she activated the zoom and the night vision in quick succession. She let out a scream as one of her crew-members faces, horribly distorted, jumped forward in her scope. It's face was in a horrible, ghastly grimace of pain, and was also held in mid-air by a strange device that emitted a ghostly blue light. It slowly rotated around and around, in an endless cycle of death. She stifled her revulsion, and attempted contact“.
Kenny? Y-you hear me? You alright?”
Nothing but the echoes of her voice. She swore. All alone, on a ship that was crashed, and probably infested with the thing that had mauled her crew mate. She was suddenly was no longer afraid. No, the strange emotion welled up inside of her was anger. Not that she held any particular like for the crew... always leering, always winking, always asking for a dance. But the fact that something could bear to mutilate someone in such a way... THAT made her angry. She slammed home a magazine for her assault rifle.
“They wanna mess with the crew?” She snarled. “They get to mess with me.”
So with her AR at the ready, she crept down to the captains quarters. Keara knew what she saw partially blocking the door was a barricade. She also knew that due to the fact it had been busted through meant that it had also failed its purpose. As she walked in, she saw something move in the darked corner. She flipped on night vision. Their was a groan, a scream, she looked about wildly, trying to control her heart. The captains quarters were small, and made her feel boxed in, a feeling she hated. After she made sure the room was clear, she listed for the noise. She realized it came from above her, along with a ghastly “drip...drip” along noises she couldn't understand. “Voices..?” she thought, and pushed it away. It had sounded... almost spongy. She heard something behind, and she turned quickly.
“Keara?” It croaked. “Heavens be blessed it's you!”
It was a man, she could tell that, and the captain by his insignia. He looked like a man that had been through a room of unspeakable, as she saw the jump at every noise, the darting eye's... and the looks in his eye's of a man that has seen worse horrors that can be imagined.
“I have quite a tale to tell you.” He said. “But lets re-build the barricade, lest they break through again.
“They?” Keara questioned.
“I'll tell you while we work.” grated the captain.
Not the best, but I will do I hope. :)
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*ooh is this the kinda rp you do?? kwlio nice post bowser !! Awesomeness xD I am not use to this either :D *
Keara gave a small nod, though the each movement she made caused a wave of pain to wash over her and make her head spin. Slipping her AR into place again, she staggered over to where the captain stood. As she drew closer she saw his muscles and shik shiver, his eyes wide and filled with pain and horror. Her hair clung to her face, stuck to her skin with a mixture of blood and sweat, if anything she had seen better days. Slowly she began to rebuild the barricade. With each piece of rubble she placed back, the captain began to speak, he words coming in a hush tone, as if someone was listening in which he didn't want.
"There are these things." he began piling up yet more and more stuff to fill the door way. "they came like a wave" he stammered pausing for a breath as if talking about it made him feel sick " there were so many of them all at once, they swarmed the ship before we had a chance; Keara I have never seen anything like this, nothing on earth can compare to these things. They come and go like the raise and fall of the tide, always swarming always attacking everything and anything which move with out a seconds delay" once again he paused, trying to stifle a cough.
Keara listened; her eyes fixed to the opening in front of her. But though she seemed calm though she seemed normal, her head was in turmoil. Pictures of her crew mates flashed up in front of her eyes, their faces screw up and distorted in pain. She could not think or even imagine someone which cause that look, to cause her captain babble and gag at the thought of these creatures. but one thing which her head had singled out as one solid fact, was that what ever had done this was evil, heartless and blood thirsty, and that what ever it was. would pay.
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lol, never done RP before, actually. :winkgrin: Will work on another piece later... have school ATM.. :-\
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lol sounds like fun :) and kks going out in a bit anyways :) look forward to the next post :) and nice one for your first post bowser!! I could never have done that when I started out lol I was really bad and I mean really bad I shiver when ever I look back at my first rps xD *
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had some free time...
The captain was no help to her in rebuilding the wrecked barricade, he just sat on the floor, his eye's staring at some unseen horror, his lips frothing. He had obviously been through the meat grinder, so Keara let him sit. Then she heard it again. The wet, spongy sound she had heard before, except this time it was rolling through the hall that led to the captains quarters. She redoubled her efforts to rebuild the barricade, when she felt the captain grab her.
“Let go, I have to finish quickly, somethings coming!” She said in a panicky voice.
“Not something, THEY are coming!”
If the captain had looked bad before, he was worse now. He had a crazed look flashing over his face, the looked of a cornered piece of prey that was being toyed with before death. His words were a flowing river, babbling so quickly Keara had trouble understanding.
“No!!” He spat, we must go, they will come, they will eat, they with kill us!”
The captain was screaming now, and the noises were getting closer. Keara drew her weapon.
“Sorry captain.” She said. “Thanks to the one way placement of your room, there is nowhere to run.”
She calmly slipped a clip of shredder rounds into her assault rifle.
“We must try!” He said with beastly intensity. We cannot fight, we must hide, we are their food, we must hide, they will come... EAT US, we must go. Somewhere, ANYWHERE, hide Keara, hide, they are coming, you must go, GO!”
“He's lost it.” Keara thought. Trying to comfort the captain. The captain wasn't having it, as he forcibly wrenched her away from the door.
“No..” He said. “You cannot fight, it will make them angry.” The captain then fell to the floor, curled up, and became unresponsive. Keara felt a mixture of rage, hopelessness, and confusion well up inside of her. She resented the fact that she was alone again, with the knowledge that something awful was coming, and she didn't know what it was, let alone how to fight it. She knew in her weakened state, that whatever had sent the captain into a state a crazed fear as she had seen would be more than a match for her. She knew the captain was a goner. Even if she had the strength to carry him, they still couldn't escape, for she was boxed in a room, and the only way out was blocked by something that had made the calmest man she knew curl up and whimper.
“Or maybe there was another way..” She thought. She abandoned the barricade and looked around. The entire room was made from solid titanium -A that was three meters think to make it bomb proof.
“And escape proof” She thought as she once again felt fear rise inside of her. She heard the noises coming closer. She knew she was running out of time and options. She peered around, hoping for a vent, a safe, something she could hide into until the danger passed. She was rewarded with a wasted few minuets as her search turned up nothing. She went to the captains private desk, and wrenched it open. Inside were blueprints for the ship.
“I must hurry.” She thought as she located the captains quarters in the prints. Just below here, there was a hot water line that fed the captains bathroom, a private part of the crew's bathrooms. The fact that the pipe ran under his quarters was pure chance, and also a lucky find. She wondered briefly if she would fit inside it, and then discarded her fears.
“Either I fit, or I die.” She thought, and drew a grenade. After shooting a hole through the floor, she primed the grenade and dropped it expertly onto the pipe. A loud crack of the grenade the pinging of the shrapnel was heard a few seconds later. Keara looked down and saw a hole in the pipe. She also saw that the water was not running through it, a stroke of luck. Something was banging on the door by that time. Keara looked at her half finished barricade, hoping feverishly that it would hold for a bit longer. She needed some more time so that she could escape. If the barricade gave too soon, they would find her, and... she could draw her own conclusions from the captains babbling.. Slowly, she lowered herself into the hole.
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(decided to try my hand at this)
Keara climbs into the hole. Before she gets her whole body into the pipe, her face is filled with sweat from the hot steam left inside the pipe. All of a sudden, the door starts to creak open with each hit. The barricade gave in too quick, she thought. If she had continued through the pipe, they would eventually find her escape route and catch her. She had to do something to slow them down. Sticking her head back out of the pipe, she took her last grenade, a flash-bang, and as the door opened, she chucked it into the room now being swarmed with "them." Once she threw it, she turned back into the pipe and crawled away, not once looking at the creatures. Behind her she could hear screams of pain coming from the quarters. "They must have eyes and ears if that grenade hurt them. At least I know a little bit more about 'them.'" She continued on her way, hoping that they would stay blind and deaf long enough for her traces to go unnoticed.
Continuing through the pipe, she remembers the captain. Flashbacks haunt her vision, and are making it hard to concentrate on her goal: to survive. She knows that in his crazed state, there was nothing else she could do to help him. She has to continue on and forget about what happened behind her.
The sweat from her face clouds her vision, and coupled with no light, Keara becomes quickly disoriented. But she has to continue on.
Through twist and turns, ups and downs, the pipe starts to become wider. "I must be gettin closer to the boiler room," she thought. Continuing on, she begins to hear rampaging footsteps everywhere around her. "They're trying to look for me. I'm running out of options. I have to find the boiler room and hope they're not there."
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It was an exhausting toil to wrench and push her way, red faced, through the pipe. As she dropped into the boiler room, she could only hope that it was undisturbed by the evil that inhabited the ship. She sluggishly made sure the room was clear, gave thanks that it was, and collapsed in a nervous burnt-out heap. She groggily thought of what she would do once she had woken up.
“I must escape this god-forsaken place..”
And then she fell into a nightmarish sleep. She awoke with a start.
“How long have I been out?” She wondered as she cleared the vapors from her mind. The room was no longer undisturbed, she could tell that in a flash. She drew both pistols from their holsters, and began a sweep of the room. Her suspicions were confirmed as she saw slime, gore, blood, and a vile stench leading strait to one of the showers. Her hands shook imperceptibly as she rounded into the shower, expecting anything from a lizard to a machine. Nothing prepared her for what she found. It looked human, but inhuman at the same time. It was clearly a marine, a Staff Sargent from his dirty insignia. The rest of him looked like it had been buried and decomposed for months, dug up, and reanimated. The fact that he was still remotely human made Keara remove her finger from her trigger, and attempt to find out what had happened him.
Introducing Staff Sargent Victor Ammaridean.
Bio:
name: Victor Ammaridean
Male
6'2
Outside.
A well built person, very muscular and thick-skulled.
Born in the New California, Saturn. Has no living parents or siblings.
The Inside.
And excellent fighter, and good with all weapons. socially inept, and has become reclusive and rather nasty.
Staff Sargent Victor Ammaridean didn't remember much. He remembered curses, pain, flashes of horrors, more pain, and blackness. He remembered a fight, a battle, being the loser. A parade of painful memories and horrors danced through his mind. Then, when he saw a woman pointing a gun at him, talking to him, it all came back. He was sleeping on a bunk, dreaming the same dream. He was alone, the universe was his, there was no more nosy people to disturb him. He was woken up by a red alert sounding though all the decks, and the captain saying that they were going to crash. He remembered as the horrors had found him and his friends, fought them, beaten them, and transformed them into shambling automatons.
“But not me.” He thought. He was lucky, if you call it lucky. The thing that had taken over him had died shortly after it had entered his body, allowing him to be free again. It had already changed his body, however, a blow to Victor that he would never get over. He could talk, he could control himself, but he was revolted by his body that had become loathsome and sickening. That is why he was alone when Keara found him, willing himself to die. He turned as Keara addressed him, and they stood staring at each other for uncomfortable minuets to come. Just as Keara was thinking that she had better shoot the freak that was nauseating her, disgusting her, and made her afraid, Victor talked.
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"Why haven't you shot me yet?" he asks with a lisp due to his mutilated face.
"What are you talking about?" Keara asks back.
"Look at me. I'm a freaking side show. I don't deserve to live like this. Not even my own wife would realize it's me, if I made it out of here."
"What happened to you?" Already knowing the answer, but wanting his side.
"You really want to know?"
Keara nods slowly.
"Well, I can't remember much, but here I go anyway."
And so he explains what happened, but not to much detail. Sometimes he wandered off on a tangent, but Keara did not mind that so much, as she was constantly studying his body and the surroundings. The entire scene spoke for itself and even made more sense than Victor did at times.
She stops him mid-sentence. "We have to get out of here. They could come at any minute."
"Then why in the world did you let me keep talking like that?"
"More pressing matters at hand. Such as how we're gonna get out of here."
"Well, there's a couple ways out of here. Air vent, pipes, and the door."
Not wanting to go back in the pipes, and the air vent would virtually be the same thing, she says, "We could use the door..."
He snaps. "Are you mad? There's those...those things out there, and you want to walk straight into them? God, you really are dumb..."
"I was just asking... sheesh..."
"Best bet would be the vents. Only problem is, I don't know how to navigate them. For all I know, you could run into them at any turn. Pipes would be next, but that can only get you so far, then the pipes would be too small."
"Tell me about it..." She mutters under her breath.
"Last option would be to go out there through the door and hope you don't run into them. I know the routes to the armoury and the hangar, and that's it. But it'll be really easy for them to spot you. So, Sunshine, what'll it be?"
"Wait, you're not coming with?" she exclaims.
"Took me all my strength to get here. Doubt I'll have enough to make it any farther. Plus, I'd just slow you down anyway. Better one person make it out than none."
Keara walks about the room, pondering her options. "Well, Sunshine?" Victor spoke. "Are you just gonna let them come here and eat us or are you gonna do something about it?"
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She froze at this, listen to his acidic voice. 'Wife' she recalled him saying 'how could he ever get a wife' but then she glanced over her shoulder at him and nodded her head. "what do you think?" she growled "that I am just gonna sit back and let them eat me" then she moved her eyes over Victor, she had not seen anything like it before and she had no desire to try out the new design wear on this planet. "But I can't do anything with out you" she said. Everything inside screamed for her to leave this repulsive thing behind, she found she could not, it wouldn’t feel right. “Your good with guns right?" from what she had heard about the Sergeant he was but then not all rumors were true. Tucking some of her spiky brown hair behind one ear she finally turned to the sergeant waiting for his answer, only to find him glaring at her.
"Of course" he spat allowing himself a grin at this "one of the best" but he paused looking the girl up and down " you don't really think I am going to go with you; do you?" he growled his voice like sand paper on granite.
"Yes."
He laughed at this and shook his head "I will only slow you down as I have said before, leave me here to die"
Now it was Keara's turn to laugh as she shook her head "you don't get it do you? you are the only person who I have found still alive ...well apart from the captain ..but ... anyway we could be the only people still alive, I will need all the help I can get if I am going to get off this place " adding a little tone of disgust on the last word, Keara fixed her eyes back onto the man (if that's what you could call him) in front of her. "WE ...are going; now.” She said.
At this she pulled out her AR and held it out Victor, waiting for him to take it.
"Come on" she hissed feeling the blood begin to drain from her arm. "I am going to have to stand here all day! just take the gun Victor! I am not asking!"
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Victor may have been mutilated, changed, sent into a pain that no other living person could imagine. But somewhere, somehow, victor had a spark of humanity left. I was a tiny flame that caused him to accept the proffered assault rifle. It was the desire that even the lowest life form had: Victor didn't want to die. He had ignored it earlier, as he had no hope, no companion except pain, and nothing left to live for. But the woman had fueled his spark, somehow building it up to an intensity that gave Victor energy, some hidden warehouse was opened to fuel his desire for life. He grated.
“Fine, i'll come Sunshine... but there is something you must promise to do.”
“What?” Keara said, although she had a gut instinct as to what he would tell her.
“If I start to attack you, even act funny... you shoot me in the head.” He rasped. “Otherwise, you will die, I will die... Or at least, the human traces will be wiped out.” He grinned, exposing shipped, ravaged, and yellowed teeth. So much about this thing- this man, she corrected herself, sickened her. And yet somehow, she pitied him.
“Fine.” She said.
With that, they readied their weapons and walked through the door.
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Keara could feel her heart quicken as they stepped through the door, she was half expecting to find the creatures which had over run the ship, but the corridor was empty, though blood and slim covered some of the walls. Keara ignored that though, well at least tried to. It was the only way that she could stop her self from throwing up. There was heavy rotten scent in the air as well, filling her lungs and making her gag. She knew this smell well, death and decay, a scent which had followed her through her life with the army.
Her arms began to shake as she walked on through the corridor her pistols held firmly in her hands. Each foot step she made echoed, the sound bouncing off the walls, and causing her to flinch with each beat. "I hate this" she whispered to herself, keeping her eyes forward. she couldn't bring herself to look a Victor, who walked slowly behind her, the smell of the air was already making her feel sick and she was scared that even just one look would push her over the edge and spill the contents of her stomach on to the floor. Lifting one hand up, she brushed away some of her hair away from her forehead wiping away some of the blood and sweat which plastered her hair to her skin.
"How are you holding up?" Keara said not looking back at Victor.
"Better then you" came the reply, a bitter under tone in hisvoice "now keep it down, or they will hear you!"
at this a strange noise filled the air, and both of them stopped. Keara knew that noise just as well as Victor. who now swore under his breath. "see, look what you have done" he growled "that's them, they heard you"
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"This way," Victor said.
They both hurried down the dimly lit corridor. Victor took the lead in a quick stride, not stopping or waiting for Keara to catch up. Keara continued to take several glances behind her as she tried to keep up with him. "For a guy that wanted to die a minute ago, he sure is moving fast," she thought.
The eerie sounds continued to surround them. Every turn they took seemed to move them closer to the sounds. Every corner looked the same as the last: the stench was heavy, lights were flickering, some type of carcass covered the walls. Keara quickly lost her sense of direction again. Should could barely keep her eyes on Victor ahead as she continued to watch behind her.
After several turns and what seemed like an eternity, Victor stops at a door. Keara, not paying attention, runs into him. A large bang echoed as both of them hit the door. "You idiot! Watch where you're going! Now they're gonna be all over us," Victor exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.
The moanings became louder around them. "If you see anything, shoot it. I need to unlock this door so we can get into the hangar," Victor said. With that, he turns to the dismantled keypad and starts working with the cables.
Keara heard the sounds getting louder and louder. Her heart began to pound harder. She knew at any moment those things would pop out and kill them both. She had to keep them back if they came. But she wasn't sure if bullets would kill them. Nevertheless, she kept her guns in hand a pointed directly ahead. "Hurry up," she whispered.
"Don't push me," Victor said back. "Odd, these wires were cut, they didn't tear because of the crash..."
"What?" Keara exclaimed.
"Nothing. Can you do this? My hands are too stubby to hold the wires."
"Fine," as they switch places. Keara puts her guns down and starts fiddling with the wires. She also notices that they were cut by someone, or something.
All of a sudden, Victor opens fire. "They're here!!!" he shouted.
Keara starts scrambling with wires, trying to find the right ones to open the door. Victor continues to shoot and scream at the enemies. Keara finally makes a connection and the door springs open. Victor, seeing that Keara did her job, it was now time to do his.
He pushes Keara through the door with his foot. Keara stumbles through and turns around toward Victor. Victor shouts to her, "I'll hold them off. You get in a hog and get out of here!" With that, he hits the panel that Keara so carefully put back together and closes and locks the door. Keara goes to the door and starts shouting for Victor to come with her. On the other side, she can hear him scream evermore now, fighting for his life.
The screams die, and she can hear only movement on the other side.
After a few seconds, she turns back to the hangar and finds a warthog. The hull is heavily damaged, but the engine and fuel tank are still intact. Starting up the warthog, she drives to the edge of the hangar and finds the emergency door switch. She pulls the lever and gets back inside the hog. The hangar bay opens and Keara drives out into the open land, knowing not what to do next.
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The landscape was breathtaking, and at first, it made Keara forget all about the horrors, the screams, the dull numbness and exhaustion that seeped through her. It was a mixture of blues, greens, and flamingo pinks on the horizon. A sun was setting to the west, and it's rays threw a brief glimmer of warmth to Keara's body, and then faded, leaving her in the same dejected state she was before. The landscape was rough and jagged, and had a rough beautify to it. She frowned, and could barely make out in the fading light a mountain range to the east. They were breathtaking in the fading hues of the sunset, but at the time, Keara had no time to admire the scene. Mountains meant caves. Caves meant shelter, and if there was a cave, there was usually a river somewhere at the bottom, that had worked steadily for eons to carve out the designs and the interior of the caves, never ceasing, never slowing, just the steady rush of water. Keara shook her head.
“I need to get there, not sit here thinking about it.” She reprimanded herself.
She gunned the 'hog, and raced of to the hills. It began getting colder as the sunlight completely dissipated, leaving no light except the lone light that was intact on the 'hog, and that one was flickering. It casted spooky shadows over the dips and turns of the landscape, and set her already fragile nerves on edge. She watched nervously at every rock that loomed, every alien plant that appeared in her view, her imagination, plus the horrors of the last few hours were making it a nightmare. She sucked in a nervous breath. She needed a place to bunk for the night. She couldn't take anymore of this, and she could feel her fear rising at every moment. Then the disaster befell her. There was a sickening screech, a bone-rattling crunch, and the silence that followed. Keara was draped over the wheel unconscious. She didn't remember much. There was the vague memory of voices, strong hands carrying her, a warm fire, and many voices. Not spongy sounds from the horrors of the ship, but the normal, refreshing sounds of unchanged humans. She then lulled off into a nightmarish half-sleep, tossing and turning until daylight. She awoke with a start.
“Hello gorgeous!” said a masculine voice. “Good to see your awake.”
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Bio: Boone "Maverick" Jackson
Gunnery Sergeant
Male
35
England, Earth
Outside: Medium muscle build, 6'2"(188 cm), African descent.
Has a long scar under his chin going from the right to the bottom-left side of his neck.
Inside: A born leader, he tends to choose his own path rather than to stick to the norm. Has an aptitude for weapons and can use them in creative ways if necessary. Has a family history in the UN Armed Forces. Likes women, and had 4 girlfriends before deployment. Was promoted to Gy Sgt. early on, due to his brilliant tactical skills.
Keara folds over the blanket, sits up, and comes face to face with this man. "Get a good sleep?" He asked.
Keara slowly nodded. She looked down and saw that her left arm was in a makeshift sling. "What luck," she thought.
She then looked up at the man sitting next to her. He has several cuts and bruises all round his body, and as she looked around, many of the other men did too.
"The name's Jackson, Boone Jackson. But you can call me 'Maverick.' That's what my platoon calls me. These men here are the remaining members of that platoon. Oh, I assume you have a name as well?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Er..." She starts thinking, ignoring the question. Maverick, I know I heard that name somewhere...
One of the guys whispers, "Crikey, she must've hit her head. She can't remember her name..."
Keara quickly snapped back to the present. "Keara, it's Keara," She exclaimed.
"Well, Keara, welcome aboard the 46th platoon of the UNMC," Maverick exclaimed proudly.
It all came back to her. Maverick was the leader of the famous 46th platoon. These men were the best in the Marine Corps, and coupled with their leader, "Maverick" Jackson, They were even better. Their experience was great, and each member contributed to the success of each mission they did. These men were like gods in the eyes of their worshipers. They have seen heck and lived.
Until a few months ago, they were the best. The entire platoon vanished during one of their missions. No contact has ever been made with the 46th since. The day before Keara's crew departed on their mission, the 46th platoon was disbanded by the UN and its members were given a symbolic funeral.
As Keara recalled, the platoon had around 50 members. Here, as she looked around, were only 5 men altogether.
"You guys are the 46th platoon?" She asked.
"Yep, the best of the best, at your service." Maverick bows to Keara as he says this.
Keara never thought she would be face to face with a group like this. Her heart started to rush, her mouth was filled with questions that she wanted answers to. But before she could speak, Maverick pounced.
"You had a hog, right? How did you not get seen?"
"What? By who?"
'The Covenant! They've been scouting this entire planet over, trying to find us. You're saying that until now, you saw nothing out there?"
"No, since I left the ship, you guys are the first creatures I've seen."
"The ship? You came in a ship?"
"How else would I have gotten here?" She asked sarcasticly.
"Was anyone else with you?" Maverick asked quickly.
"Yes, but we crashed here, and as far as I know, no one else survived. I'm the only survivor."
All the heads bowed down in sorrow.
Maverick spoke: "Well, if you survived and made it here without seeing Covenant, It might be clear enough for us to leave. We can use the communication devices in your ship to send out a distress signal. Hopefully a nearby navy ship will get the signal and rescue us."
"Hold on, there's something else you should know," Keara said.
"What?"
"First off, you said the Covenant were scouting this planet, right? They could still be here and may intercept the signal."
Maverick smiled. "There's a frequency that the Covenant seem to not know about yet. So far all of the UN distress signals sent on that frequency have avoided the attention of the Covenant fleets. If we set the transmitter to that frequency, we should be able to send out a call without the Covenant knowing our position."
"Okay, then. The last thing I want to say is: You don't wanna go to the ship." Keara said disapprovingly.
"Why not?" Maverick inquired curiously.
"Just trust me. You don't wanna go there." Keara made sure that Maverick and his crew knew the implied horrors on that ship, just from this statement.
(Bios on the remaining 46th platoon)
Bio: Jimmy Alteirs
Corporal, Weapons Expert
Male
32
New Sydney, Io (Moon of Jupiter)
Outside: Small build, 5'10"(178cm), brown hair, slim, keeps his hair tidy.
Inside: Loving, caring, deep in his faith. Keeps a picture of his wife and 2 kids in his pocket at all times. He initially did not want to joined the Armed Forces, but when the Covenant killed his brother in combat, he was determined to give the Covenant some payback. Since joining he has become adept at using various weapons and holds all the ammo for the platoon as of now.
Bio: Rollin Rodan
Private First Class
Male
33
New Athens, Mars
Outside: Heavily muscular build, 6'4" (193cm), uniform sleeves are ripped off, showing off bulky arms, always has a stern look on his face.
Inside: Despite his appearance, Rollin is a very kind man. He has a habit of punishing himself for every mistake that he makes, which would account for most of the bruises he has obtained. He had to join the Armed Forces, otherwise his parents would put him to work at the family business, where he continually had to sit around taking orders. Rollin has never lost a fist fight, arm wrestle, or any other contest of physical strength, and his strength rivals that of the Covenant Elites.
Bio: Nickolas Cabrerra
Private
Male
25
New Mexico City, Venus
Outside: Light build, 5'8" (173cm), Hispanic descent, rebellious style of dress and looks.
Inside: Nickolas came from a poor section of New Mexico City. His father, a police officer, enlisted Nick in the Marine Corps, hoping to change his rebellious attitude. He was placed in the 46th platoon with Jackson. Jackson quickly saw the rebel inside Nick and tried to tame it. Within a matter of days, Nick became obedient. Although when not in action, Nickolas sometimes reverts back to his old self, but he still shows respect to his platoon and Jackson. Nickolas is knowledgeable with weapons and is the perfect man to put in the front line. He gets irritated everytime the guys called him "Nickie," And would much rather be called by his full name than this affectionate nickname.
Bio: Alan Truesdale
Private First Class
Male
42
Necroville, Pluto
Outside: Medium build, 6'0" (183cm), african descent, very defined jaw and face, growing a thin beard.
Inside: The oldest of the survivors, he acts like a senior officer of his group, despite his rank. He recently enlisted into the Marine Corps, to hopefully be with his 2 sons, who are also marines. All three of them were in the 46th Platoon, but unfortunately he was the only survivor. He still has flashbacks of his sons and wishes they were with him.
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*hello remember me xD|*
Keara looked over each of the men in front of her. most were older then her by a good few years, apart from one man who seemed younger then everyone else in the cave. slowly she sat back while the men began to talk between themselves. from the look of it, they had sorted out most of her injures and though the pain was still there, it was dull and less sharp. however a headache still clawed at her helpless brain, and her eyes were slightly heavy from the sleep she had only just woken from. she lifted her hand up to face and rubbed at her eyes, brushing away any of her spiky brown hair which hung over her eyes. as she did this she let her fingers trace a cut just under her eye, running horizonatily along her cheek.
the very touch from fingers, made the cut burn with rage. her fingers recoiled as if seared by a flame.As her lips parted in shock, her lungs sucked in a painful gasp. her eyes began to water at this, which confused her slightly but she pushed it side, the pain did not last long but Keara's eyes still watered slightly.
wrapping the perect black and gold bride,which hung down from her hair, in her fingers. she began to think, her mind running through everything which had happened to her. then a sound brust into her ears. the very sound caused her to tighten her grip on the fine intertwined thread in her fingers. her lips began to quiver like rose petals in a soft breeze and she fell still, the little colour remaining in her cheeks at this point slowly draining away to leave her skin pale and sickly, almost cold to the touch. the sound which rang in her ears, was a scream full of pain,fear and hate. the voice though was unmistakable.
"Victor" she whispered to herself not even realising she had spoken, her voice came in little more then a whisper, but it was enough caused a few of the men to stop and look at her.
the ice blue eyes, once again hiden by golden fringe had seemed to had glaced over, starring at nothing but the space which lay front them. the picture of the door sealed shut flashed up infront of her eyes, Victor's voice screaming from inside. "he could have gotten away" Keara whispered "he didn't need to do that, so why? why would he do that?"
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Keara's thoughts were brushed away as Sgt. Jackson stomped over. She quickly looked up and angrily brushed away the tears that were forming in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks.
“He's dead.” She thought numbly. “There's nothing I can do. I can mourn later, after we leave this cursed planet.” Sgt. Jackson knelt down beside her.
“Miss Keara-” He began. Keara was quick to cut his sentence in two.
“Just Keara is fine, Sargent Jackson.” She tried to smile, but found herself wanting to cry. Jackson grinned.
“Alrighty Keara, I'll call you Keara if you call me Maverick.” He grinned. “Ranks aren't as important as us being on the same page. Deal?”
Keara's smile slunk back onto her face, gaining strength ever so slightly as her sadness retreated.
“Deal.” She said, brushing her hair out from in front of her face.
“Now then Keara,” Said Maverick. “There's something important I want to discuss. Things aren't quite right on this planet. We've noticed that there isn't just covenant here, there's.... something else as well.”
Maverick looked at her with his deep brown eyes, as if to probe into here mind.
“Tell me Keara, was it the covenant or something else that killed your crew?” Keara drew a short breath, her mind racing. How much did the Sargent know? She wondered.
“Don't worry Keara,” Maverick said. “We know all about the horrors here. Why do you think that I only have five men left?” His face contorted in hate, his eye's boring into heres.
“I want to get my people off this planet Keara, I need the com equipment in the ship, and I need to know what I'm fighting.” He whispered, head bowed, his anger draining from his face.
“Oh, I can tell you all you need to know about who your fighting, their weapons, tactics, were they are and where their not.” Said a haunting voice that made Keara stare in shock.
“MARINES, Lock and load, we have hostiles in the camp!” Maverick shouted. There was the rasp of AP rounds being racked into the assault rifles and sub-machine guns of the marines.
“STOP!” Keara shouted. She jumped in front of the monster basking in the moonlight. She slowly turned to face it, zoning out the shouting to drop down so the marines could blow the snot out of the monster.
“Your dead...” She whispered. “I heard you scream, I know you died.”
"That goes to show that looks-or sounds- can be decieving." Grinned the horribly mutilated, yet still alive, Victor, apparently revived from the brink of death.
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*okays this my feeble attempt at bringing this back to life hehehe sorry I know I kind of let this die >.< *
Malformed and twisted out of all proportion; almost eaten alive by small pus balls twice, yet still able to joke? ‘This guy is unbelievable’ Keara found herself thinking as she watched the smirk on Victor’s face widen, as if somehow smug with himself at catching her off guard.
"How did you survive? Those things must have been right on top of you! You were outnumbered"
"Oh well don't sound so happy to see me alive" Victor grumbled, now eyeing up the array of guns pointed at him over Keara's shoulders. "And yes. They were all over me, but they seemed to think I was one of their own as they moved by me. Didn’t even scratch me, though I doubt you would be able to tell, even if they did. Those things are now all over the place, their numbers have increased at an impossible rate. It’s amazing"
Keara shivered away from the thought of the small pale creatures crawling through the ship’s interiors, devouring anything which seemed to move; their limbs clattering against the metal plates of the ship's floors and leaving behind them a trail of destruction.
Anyone who was still alive, though the chances of that were low, wouldn't survive much longer with them prowling about. A mindless killing swarm, from what Keara had seen, of what seemed to be insects. ‘Can hardly call that amazing’ Keara heard the voice in the back of her head say quietly.
“You know, I have had nicer greetings “Victor continued as he glanced back at Keara quickly. She that had fallen motionless, finding herself once again lost in thought, the pictures of the slim covered walls of the ship still fresh in her mind.
“Huh? Oh right” she burst out, quickly pushing the pictures of creatures and her old team mates, strewn across the floor, to the back of her mind and looking over her shoulder to the small line of men behind her. A small tingle of fear flushed through her as her eyes met a line of guns, and the equally unforgiving gaze fixed upon her by the men stood behind them.
“It’s ok” she prompted signalling the men to lower their guns with a wave of her one good hand. “He’s a friend, no threat. Trust me”
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Yay, its been brought back to life! (for the moment anyways lawl.) I'll see if i can cook something up in a bit.
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With a painful slowness, the weapons of the 46th platoon were lowered till the barrels were aimed at the ground. Despite the fact that the soldiers had their weapons averted, she could tell that the men didn't completely trust Victor. Fingers were still resting on triggers, and eyes were locked on Victor's mutilated body. Keara launched into a hasty explanation of the recent events. As she wrapped up her tale, she could still see the wariness flicking over the mens' faces, but it appeared that Victor was no longer in danger of being mutilated even further by the Marines' rifles. Victor slowly entered the camp, as Keara led him to one of the campfires. Maverick came and crouched down next to Keara, studying Victor as if he was preparing for some sort of test. Despite the control Maverick tried to keep over his expressions, Keara could tell he was slightly nervous about Victor. She realized that Maverick was seeing Victor for the first time. The haunting effects of the flickering campfire did not improve Victors looks in the slightest. There was a long uncomfortable silence, with the only activities being the murmurs of the soldiers and the haunting flickering of the fires. She felt the tension building, and was about to break the silence, When Maverick spoke.
“You look awful man.”
The simplicity of this joke broke the silence, and all the marines laughed. Even Victor managed a contorted smile. Now that the air was cleared, Keara spoke what was on all their minds.
“Lets get down to business.”