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Post by Kitty on Jan 27, 2007 17:47:19 GMT -5
ooc: Ok.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 27, 2007 17:48:32 GMT -5
Wraith leapt aboard the assault craft, plasma rifle in hand. Balancing for a brief second, he moved deeper into the craft. The original plan involved the ship they were on—UCG Battle Cruiser Red Skies—to enter into the atmosphere, then launch. Now they would launch from space with smaller crafts then originally intended. Wraith didn’t care; the new plan was slightly more dangerous, but it was doubtful that it would make any difference. Anyway, he thought, if it gives the fleet a better position, then the heck with the other plan. “Wraith?” asked one of the marines. “Yeah?” “You’re driving.” “Oh...” Wraith dropped into the pilot seat quickly. “This is Trojan forty-four, requesting clearance.” “Hold on, Trojan forty-four. Requesting clearance.” Wraith waited another minute before the docking door began to slide open. “Clearance granted. Repeat, Alpha Squadron and Bravo Flight are cleared for departure.” Wraith hit the power core start-up, then a series of switches and buttons to activate engines and other primary systems. “Let’s do it,” shouted a marine enthusiastically. “Bravo Flight, go go go!” Wraith ordered over the comm. Then, suddenly alarms started. The docking bay door started closing. “Permission denied! Alpha and Bravo, cancel, cancel!” shouted the same personnel. Wraith slammed the emergency brakes and shoved the assault craft down into the bay. Screeching, the craft slowed. Sparks showered over the bay. A fuel canister lit on fire. Fire alarms burst from the ceiling; white foam flowed from openings in the ceiling. Wraith cursed inwardly; who denied their danged permission! The assault craft tipped sideways, spilling its cargo into the side wall. Wraith activated a communication channel to the bridge. “What the heck is going on!?” he raged.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 27, 2007 17:48:48 GMT -5
Too annoyed to do the underscoring.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 27, 2007 17:52:31 GMT -5
Some more...
Admiral Cape responded, his voice edgy, “A Covenant ambush fleet! We have our own problems.” The channel went dead. Wraith cursed again, and then blasted a hole in the craft. Climbing through, he sprinted through the anti-fire foam and blaring alarms. Arriving at a turbolift, he moved up the bridge. He entered to find red lights flashing all over. “Wraith,” nodded Admiral Cape from the back of the bridge. “Covenant ambush fleet skimmed in here. The End of Tyranny reports major structure damage from the initial attack and the Herald of Truth is falling back as we speak.” Wraith nodded and then queried, “Autumn Wind?” Admiral Cape said, “Then report minimal damage from the first attack. Shields down some, but holding pretty well.” The Autumn Wind held another Trojan, Trojan 067 Xav. A forced graviton beam struck the Red Skies, shaking the ship. “Shields down six percent Admiral,” informed a crewman. “We’re going to need to withdraw, Admiral,” stated Wraith. “Not yet,” Cape said. “Yes, now!” Wraith insisted, raising his voice slightly. “The fights going against us, and since this fleet came out of nowhere, so could reinforcements! Admiral Cape, you can’t believe…” The rest of Wraith’s words were droned out by a crashing sound. It was deafening, echoing back and forth along the metal walls. “Sir, collision!” screamed a private, panic filling his voice. “Activate energy seals! Make all structure breach protocol in action now!” snapped off Admiral Cape.” Turning to Wraith, he said grimly, “You better get down there; they might be boarding.”
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on Jan 27, 2007 23:03:47 GMT -5
ooc: Awesome .
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Post by Kitty on Jan 28, 2007 9:46:51 GMT -5
More? Cause I got more, at least a little. Then I got to type some more up
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Post by Kitty on Jan 30, 2007 14:05:22 GMT -5
“Gone. Completely gone. Commander, there’s nothing left.” Darra ingested the news grimly. “So there goes our escape route.” Darra surveyed the ragtag forces in front of her. After the last resistance of the planet Radiance had fallen, Darra and the remaining Marines had followed their former commander’s orders and had retreated to where he said a last chance escape route was. The Marines that had surveyed the site had found the whole hiding place gone. Completely gone, meaning it had been blown up. A whine of an alien fighter silenced everyone. They waited tensely until the noise was past. “I think the first thing we need to do is to get to a better hiding place,” Darra said. The current hideout was in a damaged factory, and would undoubtedly be searched eventually to see if it contained raw materials or supplies that the Covenant could value. “Are any of you originally from here?” she asked. A few hands rose, which lead Darra to her next question. “Could any of you suggest anywhere as a hiding place?” Silence. “Anyone?” “Uh, Commander” asked a marine, “We would need sensor protection. Any type of building like this,” he waved his arms in the general spread of the building, “Would register life signs.” Darra slapped herself inwardly. She should have thought of that! “Thanks.” She flashed a smile at the marine and then said, “With that said, can you think of somewhere that would be sensor-proof?” For a couple seconds, the room was quiet, but then the same marine spoke up, saying, “The Covenant ships have proven unscannable even with shields down. Are there any hulks from the space battle?” “Good thinking marine!” exclaimed Darra. “I need a sharp-minded second-in-command. I think you fit.” The marine beamed with pleasure. “Now, unless anyone has any objections, we will leave tonight. I know the place.”
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