Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)
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				Title: <strong>Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 19:52:23</strong>
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				2570. Captain Feris paced about the command room of the ship <em>Unforeseeable Silence</em>, waiting for the two summoned to enter the room. What a mess. How had this happened on her watch? Three dead, and a weapon missing. An extremely powerful weapon. Sitting down, she answered a call on her comm system. It was a short message. Four dead now. Just great. Brushing blond hair from her face, the mid-20's captain looked at the entrance of the room. This was going to be a tough job, even for these two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:07:25</strong>
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				Marcus had gotten the summons to the command center of their ship and was casually strolling down the hall. His crimson armour highlighted by the florescent lighting of the ship. He entered through the door about 10 minutes later. Once in he took on a more disciplined pose and saluted "SPARTAN 511 at your service captain" he stated calmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:15:30</strong>
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				Max had been cycled off for the last 3 hours, and was sleeping in his bunk when his summons rudely woke him. In 3 minutes he was in standard-issue light clothing and boots, stretching over his ample frame despite being the largest size the UNSC had to offer. He was in the command room in another two minutes. His green eyes adjusted to the comparatively dim-lit room, noting the Captain's agitation, and the presence of Marcus. He saluted in turn, adding with the gravelly tone of the first words spoken after sleep "Reporting for duty captain".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:37:18</strong>
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				"356. 511." Captain Feris stood up. "I called you in because there is a mission in dire need of you two. I'm sure you are aware of the third Spartan on board. Aileen Domovai, designation 351? She went rogue this morning. Took out the implant in her chest we designed to explode in case of a Spartan going rogue. We believe she planned it the night before, due to the scalpel we found in her quarters with dried blood. DNA testing confirmed it was hers. During her escape, she killed three guards, injuring 5 more. One of the injured ones died shortly before this meeting of his injuries. To make her escape, she stole a shuttle. With the amount of fuel in it, the only planet she could have reached is Buela. Your mission is to go to this planet, find Spartan 352, and decommission her. Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:43:29</strong>
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				Marcus chuckled darkly "only one Ma'am.......are we permitted free discretion of methodology of decomissioning?" Marcus could be a reliable asset however he was a calculating and cold person when it came to missions like this one. He didn't much care for killing people but there was a part of him that loved to watch people squirm. He also had a love of explosives so he was always interested in knowing just how much free reign he had with his weapons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:45:13</strong>
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				"No innocents die unless necessary. Other than that, you have free reign."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 08:12:01</strong>
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				Max felt like he'd been struck. His stoic exterior betrayed nothing, but this news shook him to the core. It was happening again. He could almost see his old captain's face being caved in by that psychopath with the rock back on Pelixos. He pondered this for a moment. Aileen? She had been acting nothing like Thomas had back on Pelixos. Max hadn't even guessed that she'd go rogue, they'd even been in the same training unit together. Max cursed himself for not getting to know her better. They were both 350' series Spartans, and yet, he knew next to nothing about her.<br><br>Max snapped another salute, already itching for the relative confort of his MJOLINR suit. "Yes sir. I'll gear-up and be ready for dust-off in 15 minutes. Are we dropping via shuttle... or jumping?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 08:27:43</strong>
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				"You'll be landing by shuttle. Your first task will be tracking her shuttle landing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:54:46</strong>
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				Marcus saluted "understood." He was thrilled. He had picked up hunting as both a hobby and neccessity to live while on sidewinder. During the training program he'd been your average young soldier and preferred to avoid killing if neccassary however his time on sidewinder had changed him. He now enjoyed hunting and the thrill of hunting the greatest prey now whetted his apetite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 10:31:51</strong>
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				Max turned and walked down the corridor towards the armory. It didn't occur to him until he was halfway there that he hadn't waited for the captain to dismiss him. He had fallen out of that habit back on Pelixos.<br><br>He reached the armory and checked-out his MJOLNIR gear. It fit him like a glove... a glove made of steel perhaps, but a very reassuring one. He picked up his rifles, strapping his sniper to his back and holding his battle-rifle at the ready. This felt right, and even though he was about to embark on his first mission since the last disaster, at least he'd have his gear for now. Two minutes earlier than he'd expected, he stood in the shuttle-bay, purple armor glistening like new, looking around for the crimson monolith that would tell him his counterpart was ready to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 17:44:22</strong>
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				"You are dismissed, 511. Go to the shuttle bay. Only one is prepped for landing. Board it, and best of luck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 00:42:03</strong>
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				Marcus nodded his head at the dismissle and left for the armory to retrive his weapons. Once there he picked up the sleek Jackhammer rocket launcher and several rocket pods so that he would have plenty to work with. He also picked up the M90 shotgun and strolled to the shuttle. <br><br>Once aboard the shuttle he looked at the puprle armoured figure in front of him.&nbsp; "so.....why purple?" he asked casually. It didn't matter to him either way it just made him curious as to why his companion had chosen such a unique color.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 18:32:19</strong>
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				Max looked at his new squad-mate as the shuttle locked-down and prepared for lift-off, his opaque visor masking the lack of emotion showing on his face. <br><br>In truth, Purple was his first real friend's favorite color, before she failed to survive the SPARTAN bioengineering. A long time ago, Max would have been quicker to share that. <br>Instead, Marcus received an equally casual shrug. "Why red?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 22:56:05</strong>
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				Marcus chuckled "Touche" he then pondered a moment why red indeed? well the answer was simple "Red because looks cool in the light of Dawn and Dusk" Marcus wasn't going to hide it he just thought it looked cool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:55:12</strong>
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				It looked cool? Max raised an eyebrow behind his visor. At least the bright red, not to mention the rocket-launcher strapped to his back, would draw potential enemy's attention, letting Max do what sniper's did best.<br><br>He sat down in one of the shuttles reinforced seats, nodding slightly to Marcus in acknowledgement, but not saying anything further. The relative still of the shuttle began to rumble slightly as they entered the atmosphere of the planet below. Max felt something rise in his throat and re-checked his armor-locking subroutines. They'd need them if they needed to leave the shuttle prematurely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 20:00:12</strong>
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				Marcus chuckled again as he sat back in a re-enforced seat as well "not the talkative type eh? that's cool after all you snipers get to chill all the time while watchin our back." he was grinning behind his visor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cruxy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 17:21:25</strong>
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				The rest of the shuttle down was spent in silence, marcus eliciting no further response from Max's stoic purple figure. The shuttle touched down on one of the planet's various landing pads and the SPARTAN's stepped out. It was night on this side of the planet, but you could only tell by the blanket of inky black above them. Max took in an enormous city-scape, high-rise building stretching in all directions, as far as the eye could see. The lights from various windows and neon signs lit up the night air, and it might as well have been broad daylight on the landing pad. Max started picking out potential vantage points in the back of his mind, his training still keeping him on high-alert even when all seemed calm.<br><br>"Any idea where to start?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 22:25:49</strong>
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				"Where to begin?" Marcus asked as he stepped off the ship staring around him. The bright neon lights were an eyesore but the shops themselves could be somewhat appealing if you knew what you were looking for. Marcus himself was eyeing a bar or two but his attention only lingered a few seconds so as not to give away his thoughts on the matter. "Perhaps we should ask the locals if theyve seen anything out of the ordinary around here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 02:40:00</strong>
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				Finally out of there. Aileen walked into a penthouse apartment, looking around. It was dangerous, she knew, being this close to the landing zone. But she also knew it was unexpected. Aileen sat in a chair, facing the door with a pistol in her lap, wearing a black bodysuit, skintight around her quite curvy, slender body. The bodysuit was Spartan, as any Spartan would be able to tell, but it was indistinct enough to be unidentifiable by the general public. All the better. She continued watching the door with blue eyes, red hair down to her shoulders. Her target would be arriving soon. And she needed the apartment to hide out. If she was doing good at the same time, so much the better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 08:01:25</strong>
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				Marcus walked away "i'll keep in contact if i find anything alright?" He of course did not wait for a response and merely strolled off. He entered a bar and walked up to the counter "have you seen a woman with SPARTAN gear?" tapping his chin he added "this woman would be quite tall and pale.....?" the bartender nodded and told the spartan to head to a certain place.<br><br>The spartan began to travel again shaking his head in amusement. He knew this mission was going to be different but he hadn't expected his target to be so indescreet. soon he&nbsp; arrived at yet another bar and spoke to the keeper who as the previous man had directed him to a public place. This third place was an apartment building of sorts and soon he found the floor he was looking for. he switched on the thermal scanner in his HUD and looked around. Soon enough he found what he was looking for and stepped towards the door catiously<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Malfunctioning Armory: A Halo RP (Story thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 09:32:43</strong>
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				Aileen was not a Spartan. Not any longer. Still, her instincts of a soldier were strong. While she had been almost asleep, she now was fully alert. However, she continued to fake sleep, holding the pistol in her lap. Wouldn't fool her pursuers for long, but it might buy her precious time.
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