HALO
Storyline: No storyline, it'll be explained a little bit through the story.
Story:
I felt someone's tight yet aware grip on my shoulder and shake me.
"HEY! Wake friggin' up!" a Marine demanded.
"Hey dude...I'm ~yawn~ ..awake, just resting my eyes and getting a clear head!" I exclaimed. "Where are we anyway?" I asked as I looked out of the back of the dropship, which was at least 200 yards from the ground. (However aware we might be, a sudden slip here would ensure a definite long and freakish fall along the slippery floor and off the short ramp. I was used to looking out over it and at the landscape). I jumped slightly at the answer to my question.
"Well! I can't say exactly, but this is definitely not a dream, we're on the Ring world. Have you ever seen anything so awesome?? Just look at the land..."
"...Yea I suppose." I quietly answered as my eye monitor (or Scouter) scanned the ground below, the exact elevation of the dropship, and the temperature. All normal. "Almost like Earth...except not."
The Marine nodded in agreement as he looked back at the floor and examined his pistol. I was doing the exact same thing, as well as most of the others nearby. Weapon wasn't exactly a weapon of choice, or customized weapon, but it certainly did the job. The Average-Marine-issued multi- purpose assault rifle, and a pistol as a sidarm. We were also each equipped with 4 greandes on our belts or packs. Some Marines had customized their weapons to hold grenade launchers, and were favored as leaders of the group. I looked back at the Warthog attached to the magnetic under-tail of the Pelican. The prized, 4x4 of the Marine forces, eh? Dang that's a big gun...
I inserted the tip of a full mag and slapped it into the bottom of my assault rifle. Pistol ammo was already full; I try to keep it that way, just to be prepared for any close-encounters I might experience. I latched the locks on my helmet tightly on my head and adjusted the screen to perfectly cover my left eye. -I use my right for aiming and shooting-
"All you hippies ready??!" the Lt. yelled in our faces.
"YES SIR!" answered one.
"Of course Sir!" another.
"Duh." the marine next to me yelled jokingly.
A couple of the guys nearby laughed a bit, obviously nervous and taking advantage of the comic-relief.
"Mmmhm...well let's not get too cocky, let's proceed like gentlemen and kick these Covenant off our tails!" He answered as he walked into the cockpit and began talking with the pilots.
Chatter began again as a couple of us looked out the back of the ship again at a small thunderstorm in a nearby area. "...Didn't know this planet was so much like home.." One of them said quietly and curiously. I had to respond to this.
"Well we'd better get used to it, it'll probably be our new homes for a while, or until another cruiser picks us up..." I said, never taking my eyes from the thunderclouds.
The guy shrugged a bit, leaned back against the wall and said no more.
"Ok ladies, dropships 319 and 308 have landed up ahead, so get your butts ready for immediate engagement!"
All yelled an "affirmative" and cocked their guns, taking them all off of safe mode and activating all their comm's and eye pieces. Having already done this, I continued watching the approaching storm and fog. ...Then it hit me.
"Hey..that's not just a storm...that's a battle inside of one." Everyone glanced to the side quickly and stared, nodding and muttering supporting statements.
The ship suddenly took a big dip and began to shake violently. If not complainiong of whip-lash, the others and I prayed as sounds of obvious cannon fire and explosions could be heard, mixed up with the obvious sound of thunder and rain. The dropship slowed down a couple of yards above the ground.
"BAIL OUT BAILT OUT Marines!" Lt. exclained violently. We all followed his orders with great anticipation of the oncoming battle and/or pandemonium.
"Johnson, you and half the group take that hill to your 8:00 *point*, and me and the others'll go and check on the rest of U.N.N.S.E. forces nearby. We divided and rushed towards the positions. Unfortunately, they were after a couple of dips through thick foliage. We rushed towards our destination, or for some, death.
Storyline: No storyline, it'll be explained a little bit through the story.
Story:
I felt someone's tight yet aware grip on my shoulder and shake me.
"HEY! Wake friggin' up!" a Marine demanded.
"Hey dude...I'm ~yawn~ ..awake, just resting my eyes and getting a clear head!" I exclaimed. "Where are we anyway?" I asked as I looked out of the back of the dropship, which was at least 200 yards from the ground. (However aware we might be, a sudden slip here would ensure a definite long and freakish fall along the slippery floor and off the short ramp. I was used to looking out over it and at the landscape). I jumped slightly at the answer to my question.
"Well! I can't say exactly, but this is definitely not a dream, we're on the Ring world. Have you ever seen anything so awesome?? Just look at the land..."
"...Yea I suppose." I quietly answered as my eye monitor (or Scouter) scanned the ground below, the exact elevation of the dropship, and the temperature. All normal. "Almost like Earth...except not."
The Marine nodded in agreement as he looked back at the floor and examined his pistol. I was doing the exact same thing, as well as most of the others nearby. Weapon wasn't exactly a weapon of choice, or customized weapon, but it certainly did the job. The Average-Marine-issued multi- purpose assault rifle, and a pistol as a sidarm. We were also each equipped with 4 greandes on our belts or packs. Some Marines had customized their weapons to hold grenade launchers, and were favored as leaders of the group. I looked back at the Warthog attached to the magnetic under-tail of the Pelican. The prized, 4x4 of the Marine forces, eh? Dang that's a big gun...
I inserted the tip of a full mag and slapped it into the bottom of my assault rifle. Pistol ammo was already full; I try to keep it that way, just to be prepared for any close-encounters I might experience. I latched the locks on my helmet tightly on my head and adjusted the screen to perfectly cover my left eye. -I use my right for aiming and shooting-
"All you hippies ready??!" the Lt. yelled in our faces.
"YES SIR!" answered one.
"Of course Sir!" another.
"Duh." the marine next to me yelled jokingly.
A couple of the guys nearby laughed a bit, obviously nervous and taking advantage of the comic-relief.
"Mmmhm...well let's not get too cocky, let's proceed like gentlemen and kick these Covenant off our tails!" He answered as he walked into the cockpit and began talking with the pilots.
Chatter began again as a couple of us looked out the back of the ship again at a small thunderstorm in a nearby area. "...Didn't know this planet was so much like home.." One of them said quietly and curiously. I had to respond to this.
"Well we'd better get used to it, it'll probably be our new homes for a while, or until another cruiser picks us up..." I said, never taking my eyes from the thunderclouds.
The guy shrugged a bit, leaned back against the wall and said no more.
"Ok ladies, dropships 319 and 308 have landed up ahead, so get your butts ready for immediate engagement!"
All yelled an "affirmative" and cocked their guns, taking them all off of safe mode and activating all their comm's and eye pieces. Having already done this, I continued watching the approaching storm and fog. ...Then it hit me.
"Hey..that's not just a storm...that's a battle inside of one." Everyone glanced to the side quickly and stared, nodding and muttering supporting statements.
The ship suddenly took a big dip and began to shake violently. If not complainiong of whip-lash, the others and I prayed as sounds of obvious cannon fire and explosions could be heard, mixed up with the obvious sound of thunder and rain. The dropship slowed down a couple of yards above the ground.
"BAIL OUT BAILT OUT Marines!" Lt. exclained violently. We all followed his orders with great anticipation of the oncoming battle and/or pandemonium.
"Johnson, you and half the group take that hill to your 8:00 *point*, and me and the others'll go and check on the rest of U.N.N.S.E. forces nearby. We divided and rushed towards the positions. Unfortunately, they were after a couple of dips through thick foliage. We rushed towards our destination, or for some, death.