Halo - The Search for Spark
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				Title: <strong>Halo - The Search for Spark</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RabbitJanitor</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 07:00:46</strong>
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				With only a twinkle of radiation and a two maneuvering flares, Both the Aurora's flame and Genie's Smoke were in high orbit around the super star known as Rankor. For this particular mission both ships had to be refitted to be able to withstand close sun orbit. Rankor was not closely observed until just recently, and the little data they've gathered they've learned that the sun is more unstable then most. Huge solar flares tear off its molten shell and are ejected into space like uncontrolled geysers. Getting caught in one would melt a ship in seconds. So why would two expensive ships be sinking into low orbit around such a dangerous cosmic object? Because that's where a piece of the ark was flung to after it's explosion.<br><br>The ark was a Treasure trove of Forerunner tech, the one place in the galaxy where most of the life in from the forerunner's time was cataloged and stored. As with Requiem, this fragment was the place where the UNSC could potentially learn the secrets of Forerunner technology and launch themselves even farther into the future. They just needed to survive the massive hazard of Rankor and find the tech in the ark fragment.<br><br>As both ships lowered towards the large fragment the ships heated up, their under bellies starting to glow yellow. The modifications attached a large solar shield to the underside of the ships to keep the rest of it protected, however the shield wouldn't last long. Maintaining an orbit above the ark fragment was the only way to get relief from the heat.<br><br>It was an Hour of long stifling heat and damaged systems before they got close enough above the fragment to benefit from it's large shadow. The Lead prowler, Aurora's Flame, carrying most of the Missions 'Heavy Lifters' including a group of Spartan 4s and a small platoon of ODSTs, dropped one Pelican from it's small hanger bay. The Pelican was holding most of the S4s. The second Prowler, Genie's Smoke, also dispatched a pelican, this one holding a lot of science equipment and technical crew.<br><br>Piloting the first pelican was Corporal Zephyr, He gripped the controls as he fought the craft down against the turbulent tides of the sun's heat. As they descended, the violent shaking of the craft slowly died off, within four minutes their teeth stopped rattling and it turned from being in side a tornado doing a flat spin, to being inside a turbulent storm cloud. Captain Terrence should be coming over the speaker soon to go over the briefing, Radiation interference would delay long enough for everyone in the back to screw their heads on straight and plug their brains back in. The corporal spoke over the team's Comms as he looked out over the fragments surface. His voice was calm and polite sounding, and pitched slightly as the craft jerked to and fro. *"Despite being so close to a sun, the horizon of this hunk of junk looks spectacular. It's still too hot to open the hatch yet though, you'll have to wait."* <br><br>Surprising it was. The edge of the Ark was glowing red, and it looked like it was on fire casting huge tendrils of flame into the darkness of space. Occasionally there was a purple or light blue hue cast onto the background. It was scary to think that they'd be setting foot on a piece of metal that had been doing this for an estimated four months. The bit of ark they were on was one of the edges of instillation, It was a vast piece. From their vantage point you could watch the landscape change from blazing glass-lands on the outside edges, to desert, to wasteland, to plains and then to a large jungle in the center with a large rain cloud overhead, seemingly unaffected by the condition of the ark fragment. A nav point popped up, placed by the second pelican. It marked the designated landing point, in the middle of the forest where a large pillar stretched out above the trees. Zephyr thought it must be some control station as he steered the craft toward it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halo - The Search for Spark</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 08:34:46</strong>
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				Aileen Domovai watched as the ship was slowly guided to land. The female Spartan stood nearly six and a half feet tall inside her armor, quite tall for a female. Under the bright red armor was, naturally, a chiseled body, with a fair bit of lean muscle. Looking through her visor as the ship landed, Aileen drew her pistol, cleaning it carefully for the third time since they had left for the ark, and the fifth time that day.<br><br>Hearing Corporal Zephyr speak, she couldn't help but add her own comment. "With any luck, the sun isn't going to be the only thing hot about this mission," she said, her voice deeply feminine. Holstering her pistol...again, Aileen sat down, showing an air of confidence that wasn't exactly faked. "After all, it would be rather dull if all these Spartans and such were sent on a pick-up mission that was just a pick-up-and-go, wouldn't you say?" This time, rather than draw her pistol, Sergeant Domovai drew her knife, testing it carefully with the tip of an armored finger before putting it back in its sheathe. "Then again, perhaps tempting the fates to give us a challenge is a bad idea."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halo - The Search for Spark</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 21:24:11</strong>
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				Amte leaned forward and looked aroundthe pelican. His stomach turned as he observed what the covenant called demons. Only one of this little things caused so much trouble but now there are hundreds of them. He knew he wouldn't have to fight one of them if he was on their side. Amte then leaned back and reached over next to him to start preparing his weapons. Pulling back the slide of the magnum several times, he made sure the receiver would be able to move in rapid secession. Then he loaded the longer magizine into the grip. The weapon looked normal but due to Amte's large hands the grip was lengthened and the mag was made larger due to it needed to be longer to reach the receiver. <br><br>As Amte attached the magnum to his magnetic hip plate, he pulled the human sniper rifle from the rack next to him. The rifle had the same grip modification as the pistol but the mag stayed the same due to it attached in front of the grip instead of in it. He placed the large clip into the weapon and chambered a round. He was pleased they gave him such weapons to use but he hated having them train him like a child to use them. With both of his guns in order and placed in their respected places, Amte tested the only covenant weapon the people at 'ONI' let him keep, his two wrist energy daggers. They glowed bright blue as the energy crackled the air around them. Even though he could only use them for two minutes at a time with five minutes in between to allow them to charge back up. As he disengaged them, he looked at the rear doors of the human craft and thought about how he had to disembark first, due to he was the closest to the door and he was the largest of the group. The thoughts of the first mission with the humans would be just a simple recover mission made him wish for some excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halo - The Search for Spark</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 02:07:51</strong>
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				The sound of the engines propelling the pelican filled the troop bay, coming out as a calm hum from inside the heavily armored plating of the drop ship. This hum was a soothing, comfortable feeling for Billy, making the troop bay feel somewhat like a home away from home to him. He's ridden in pelicans countless times, and on all of his missions. Once to the battlefield, and once back to base, with the occasional pickup and dropoff between waypoints in the middle of a campaign. It was the only place where he felt safe on the battlefield, even though he was arguably more of a sitting duck in the air than on the ground.<br><br>But of course, he's seen his fair share of troubles in the air. He was shot down once in a pelican, and barely made it out alive thanks to the pilot's quick reflexes and keen eye, which managed to steer them into a clearing and away from any potentially deadly obstacles. There was another time when the pilot was sniped by a well aimed beam rifle shot, and his squad was forced to jump out of the pelican while it was still in flight. Hell, there was this one time when he and his squad had to fight off a group of Elites from the troop bay while the pelican was trying to take off. But despite all that, he still considered a pelican as a safe haven of sort, a place where he can let go of his burdens and let someone else worry over the safety of his squad.<br><br>Billy fiddled with his M739 while listening to the hum of the engines, making sure everything was fastened and properly attached on his weapon. Like the other members of his squad he was preparing himself for the drop, making sure all of his weapons were in proper order and ready to fire on the spot if need be. He was keeping to himself for the most part, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the crew as well as conversation. Preparing for the mission was more important than socializing, after all. 
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