Halo Roleplay

[Fungus A]

Name: Go' ruksheil (Gojt Seko Yukj)
Rank: Pilot. (Gold armour/Major)
Race: Jiralhanae (hunter)
Alliegance: Covenant
Specialty: A versatile Vehicle pilot, Capable of Maintaining, driving and capturing various vehicles, this specific pilot has the knowledge of weak spots on all UNSC vehicles, purely from observing the Alien handiwork in battle, meaning that no matter how large the vehicle is, As long as He is close enough, he can take it down. (A highly religious hunter, one of few cabable of having more than one bond brother, not only this, but cabable of maintaining the strange telepathic bond over even interplanetary connections, also a veteran of the taming of the hunters. He has an enormously long period of meditation before battle, and can recite battle rites very quickly, meaning that the hunters religious requirements can be met and he may continue the fight.)
Age: Estimated at around 35 human years. (Unknown.)
Weapons: EMP brute shot. (Fuel Rod Assault Cannon)
Equipment: Spike grenades, power drain and Trip mine. (None)
Other: He wears a Cheiftains Pauldron on his left, possible an object of personal importance, He also has his right arm relativly bare, with minimal armour and he wears a traditional Pilots helmet despite his frequent ground assaults. His legs are heavily armoured and his running speed is low because of this, it does however, mean that he can kick very hard. (Much larger than normal hunters his armour is almost splitting, sometimes leading to weak spots being shown, The spines on his back are folded in a downwards position until alerted, unlike other hunters, who have them in an upright position for most of the time, this could be to increase mobility, or to be considerate of his allies, rather than accidentally gore them.)

I will be the Brute depending on how the other covenant roleplay, if they play offnsive, I'll be the hunter, if they play defensivly, I'll be the brute pilot, I hope I can join later, just not now.

[PretzelSamurai]

(OOC: Sure thing )

[Hellbreaker]

Moving with his squad through a small tunnel and out into the open D'wen sees one of the Human transport ships fall down from the skies, one of it's wings blown off it is spiralling towards the ground. It passes by above the cliff next to the tunnel exit and it's crash can be heard.
"Ignore it, it's unimportant. The cargo is most likely dead already." he says as one of the two Minor domos in his squad follows the craft with his eyes.
"We must find the other Humans and crush them! It must be close, activate your camouflage."
D'wen and his squad moves out of the tunnel and down a hill, past a cliff wall and into a valley where a small encampment of UNSC marines is stationed. A single Warthog is parked next to the group of marines.
"There they are. Spread out, I'll take out their leader first, then you're free to attack." D'wen whispers.
He moves towards the encampment, placing himself next to the Warthog.

"Shouldn't we move to the crash site and look for survivors?" one of the marines ask.
"No, private Jenkins, Covenant forces are bound to be swarming there already." one who has some extra markings on his shoulder answers.
"Sarge, what if the Covenant comes here?" one marine ask the marked one.
D'wen moves closer to he marked marine "Sarge" picking his plasma rifles up holding them behind his head.
The two minor domos readies their own weapons.

"Private Connor, a Pelican should arrive here any mi-" a bolt of plasma interrupts the marine's sentence as a fist-sized hole is blown through his skull.
Without hesitation the two minor domos kill two other marines and proceed to quickly incapacitate a third.
The remaining marines, disorientated fire their guns wildly towards where the other marines were killed. One minor domo is hit and his camouflage disappears for a second, more than enough for the marines to spot him and neutralize him.
D'wen, drawing his energy sword, cuts off the arms of two marines, the remaining minor domo shooting a third.

There's only a single marine left, but having jumped up on the Warthog and operating it's turret he manages to take out the last minor domo.
D'wen leaps in front of the Warthog, going into a crouching stance, and thrusts the energy sword through the vehicle's hull into the motor. No effect.
D'wen picks up his Plasma rifles again and looks up at the marine in the turret, he has vanished. Turning around D'wen sees the marine moving around towards him and jumps out shooting him.

One of the minor domos looks at D'wen, raises his hand and points toward a small dot coming closer.
"Go" he says, then his arm falls falls down on his chest and his eyes closes.

(OOC: Phew, that was long.
The dot is obviously the Pelican "Sarge" was speaking of. I figured it could be a good entry point for Toki if she'd like to enter there. Or someone else who's on the UNSC team (joining players.)

[toki]

(OOC: Thanks HB =D )



The pelican sped across a barren desert landscape, its back door open. The spartan observed the desert, looking for places where they could hide or seek out enemies, if need be. The pilot called out "Spartan One Three Seven, there are signs of a recent battle. Shall I drop you off there?" Ashleigh knew that was not where she was meant to be, but she didnt care. "Yes, drop me off there." She said.

The pelican started its descent and it hovered a few meters above the sandy desert floor. Ashleigh jumped down and seven marines followed her. The pelican took off and they walked towards the remains of a battle. They found two dead elites and lots of dead marines. "This is a mess." said one marine.
"How many do you think there were? It obviously wasn't just those two." an inquisitive marine asked Ashleigh.
She looked around for tracks in the sand. Finding three pairs all leading towards the camp and one leading away. "There were three." She said "A lucky one escaped, but we have its tracks."
"What do we do now then"
"We follow it" Said the Spartan in a sinister voice.

[Fungus A]

Well if thats the score, hunter time!

Upon bearing witness to the commotion in the valleyside encampment, the UNSC sergeant Mitchells decided it was best to bring the camp up to the flats above and set up high defense system. The Marines had a hard time setting up camp, The sandbags and metal shields piled high, slaving away for hours and making makeshift stationary gauss turrets by placing gauss warthogs at openings in the wall. The sergeant was proud of himself, with Fifty marines under his command he had set up a fortress capable of holding out against any covenent ground force or so he thought, the sargeant had no experience of hunters before. At dawn the marines had risen out of thier beds and stared proudly at thier huge perimeter wall, encasing thier barracks and armoury in a safe enviroment, The covenant forces had overlooked thier expansion with glee, waiting for an opportunity to rid the hallowed land of more pale skinned skinny flash bags. At about midday after some lunch the marines had set about re supplying on ammunition, a pelican began to drop in after recieving a need of supplys call, The covenant saw the oppertune time to strike, with limitied knowledge of the humans movement, they had figured that the pelican was carrying high power explosive ammunition. In order to force the humans of the planet they had to strike surgically, using hunters as a spearhed, backed up by several Jackals and Sangheili piloting ghosts, they had Decided that It was time to pierce the base.

The Jackals mobilised in groups of four, setting up three strategic sniper towers on the valleyside, these would provide the pinning power, Then utilising the scouting power of the ghosts, they pinpointed the ghosts and the slowly approaching pelican, with a final blow they mobilised a single elder hunter, Just one. The hunter slowly approached, his reflective armour providing camoflauge in the hot midday sun, the worms writhed amongst his body, pushing the armour plates closer together near the front, preparing for oncoming firepower. The jackals took the first shots, instantly killing the sentries, snipers and designated gauss gunners. The marines panicked, flitting aimlessly amongst the pile sof guns, grabbing rocket launchers, snipers rifles and assault rifle, all scanning for the source of the gunfire. the reflective armour still provding camoflauge on the golden sand, the hunter continued to approach. In the meantime, the ghosts had laready puched a hole in the sandbag walls, about four ghosts ovveran the base, bloodstained opalescent alien vehicles slaughtered the humans in groups, eventually with a combination of explosive weaponry and the versatility of the assault rifle as a nice tool for hitting things, the marines finished off the ghost's martyred slaughter. The hunter was now in plain view, firing several assault shots, he blew the sandbags and metal sheilds into piles of gravel and shrapnel. with a pause the marines stared at the hunter, fear flooded thier thoughts, the unholy construct had simply walked up to thier fortress and blown the ramshackle walls to peices. The hunter continued the onslaught, this time, igniting the fual tanks of the warthogs, rendering the gaus turrets useless, The assault shots then aimed at explosive fuel canisters, sending ammunition dumps, fual canisters and fusion coils flying, in an orgy of fire and explosions. The hunter stood perfectly still, the marines fired clip after clip into it's armour plates, rocket launcher after rocket launcher shots were deflected by it's michty shield and sniper rifle shots passed harmlessly through the worms. The sargeant had his gun trained on it, aiming carefully, the grenad launcher sped at the feet of the hunter, It stumbled, fell and regained balance. The jackals seized the opportunity and blew the Sarge's head clean off, the marines stood around, thier faces stricken with fear, the hunter stood still, recited the battle prayers of the lekgolo religion and then stared at the sky, with a simple shot, the fuel rod shell peirced the pelican, just in view of the marines, the sky exploded into fire. UNSC ECM 1123274 was destroyed, another set of bodies piled against the barricades.

[PretzelSamurai]

Alex and his squad of soldiers climbed over a rocky ledge and observed the area in front of them.
"Holy (please do not swear)! The whole base was destroyed!" Exclaimed an ODST
"Let's get down there! There must be a survivor! But what could do that much damage!?" said Alex.

They walked cautiosly towards the destroyed camp. There were no survivors.
"Oh my god. They shot down a pelican, they had guass cannons, metal shields, sandbags! Whatever did this must have been tough." Said the marine.
"Hunters perhaps?" Asked one of the ODST's.
"Could be, but I don't think a Hunter could do all that. There were probably jackals too." Replied Alex, doubtfully.
"Anyway, lets just get away from here incase they come back!"
The troops agreed.

"There probably isn't another base for mi- Wait! Signs of UNSC forces! They arent even a click away by the scanner!"
"Lets go there, and hope they arent all dead." Said Alex

The squad quickly caught up with another squad of marines, who were all following a tall figure. When they got closer they could see the person at the front.
"Woah! A spartan?!" Said the marine. "I've never seen one in combat!"

The spartan turned around to face the newcomers. "Are you coming with us?" She asked "Or have you been assigned somewhere else?"
"We're going with you, we've been trying to find friendly forces for a while. The base we found was completely destroyed!" Said Alex.
"Fine, but we're trying to track down an elite, possibly very dangerous. I suggest you stay close to the group." Said the spartan. She turned aroud and floowed the tracks. The rest of the troops following her.

[kirsty]

(OOC: Can I join please?, Is it ok if I'm covenant? )

[PretzelSamurai]

(OOC: Yeah sure, just post your character sheet and you can start! )

[kirsty]

Name: K'asumi Tak'ami
Rank: Zealot Field Commander
Race: Sangheili
Alliegance: Covenant
Specialty: Close Combat
Age: - unknown -
Weapons: Dual Red plasma swords
Equipment: Bubble shield, deployable cover.
Other: An expert swordfighter with almost unmatched close combat skill. A very fast and agile runner. Instead of the basic elite helmet, she wears the "Mysterious Helmet". For those who do not know what that is, look here... images2.wikia.nocookie.net/halo/images/1/19/GravemindHonorGuardCouncillor.JPG
only the helmet is not white, its gold. Is one of the very few female sangheili that have been admitted into the covenant.

[carnofex]

orien stayed in his sniping position looking for the crash survivors finding one and killing him with his rifle as he scans the area he finds nothing contacting his commander D'wen. "3 more down my lord shall i stay put or regroup with u sir." orien lets out a sigh knowing what hes doing is wrong but they Covenant pays better by letting him live he leaves his post and moves to the destroyed unsc camp to get some supplies

[rainthezangoose]

(too late to join?)

[PretzelSamurai]

(OOC: not too late yet )

[Hellbreaker]

A low humming is heard and D'wen's com-cast crackles to life, Orien's voice floating into D'wen's ear.
"Regroup, Human. We can't afford to lose an enemy traitor to the enemy. You know too much. There should be friendly Covenant forces not far from where I was designated to eliminate the human encampment."

D'wen spits on the ground after the com-cast's low humming dies out. "Traitorous coward." he says and then continues moving away jumping onto some rocks and going into a crack. He looks around him to check if everything is clear and then turns on the com-cast again.
"Admiral, I have eliminated the humans as you ordered but their resistance was strong. They took the lives of the two brave Sangheili you sent with me."
A humming sound and a voice speaking in the native sangheili tongue is heard. "Good, Soldier. I want you to continue scouting through the area, one of the Human crafts is supposed to have crashed not far from you. I want you to investigate the crash site and eliminate any survivors."
"As you may, Admiral Yemar."
The com-cast's humming once again dies out and D'wen continues further in between the rocks ending up in a cave. A hole in the cliff wall can be seen and there seems to be a plateau into another valley.
D'wen climbs onto it and runs off towards where the Pelican should have crashed simultaneously activating his camouflage.

[rainthezangoose]

Name:Tausinico
Rank:Privileged Unggoy
Race:Unggoy
Alliegance: Covenant
Specialty: Tank hunting, has the amazing skill to bestow a state of facelessness in other Unggoy
Age: 27
Weapons: Needler, Spartan laser (a trophied of war)
Equipment: 4 plasma grandees and a custom Unggoy tec that acts like a deployable cover and deflects the attack of plasma/lazes back at the fire but with bad aim , like say something with BS 2 in 40k
Other: Leads a 5 man squad of Sp OOPS Unggoy that are slightly high class then the lowest class brutes. and middle class jackals, each carrying a fuel rod cannon and a Plasm rifle

[kirsty]

K'asumi waited patiently, watching the crashed aircraft from behind a rock. There were, according to Admiral Yemar, survivors at the crash site. As she watched a few battered humans walked around from the front of the ship. She heard a slight scuffle of noise behind her and spun around, drawing one of her plasma swords. she made out the slight shape of a cloaked elite in front of her and she deactivated the sword.

"There are many survivors from such a bad crash" observed D'wen, now uncloaked.
"Yes, I didnt think any would live. How should we destroy them? They have shotguns and similarly damaging weapons. It would be unwise to attack them at close range." said K'asumi
"I will cloak and sneak around from the right and you, draw attention to yourself."
Without waiting for a reply, D'wen activated his cloaking and skirted around the edge of the crashed pelican.

K'asumi growled slightly and stood up then walked in a straight line towards the crash site. One of the marines caught sight of her and shouted out. She broke into a fast run, bullets whizzing past her and pinging off her energy shield. She got to a tall rock, jumped onto it, then jumped towards the marines, drawing her swords in mid-air. She saw the marine with the shotgun have his head blown off by a plasma burst and while the marines turned to see their fallen comrade K'asumi landed and tore two marines apart with the bright red swords.

She kicked a third against the pelican and plunged the sword deep into their chest, and through the pelicans armoured side. she turned and saw two marines have holes blasted into them by D'wens plasma rifles and watched as he decapitated the last one with his sword.

"Over so fast" said D'wen, looking at the bodies strewn about them.
"Yes, the humans are weak. They stand no chance against us." said K'asumi. "I suppose you have a com network with the commander? You should ask for any more survivors..."