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- OoC Update -
I know it's almost 1 am my time, don't care. Letting everyone know that I'll be more active starting this weekend. The job in France fell through but I landed a better job out in Vegas, baby! Showgirls, here I come! That being said, I will be updating this weekend and doing what I need to do. Fred, Reaper, I haven't forgotten about you guys and I'm really sorry my life has been so up in the air lately. Trust me, the move isn't going to be that bad. Love you bitches!
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
Fred fell quiet for a moment, as he quickly worked with his armor’s command features to group Leona with himself, tapping into her VISR display and setting their waypoint and theorized course for them both.
“The target, Gunnery Sergeant, is an ONI AI and data storage facility at the city’s center. Communications were lost in the initial wave, but thusfar planetary AI suggests enemy presence is… moderate. Either way, the AI needs to be retrieved or decommissioned, and those server arrays need to be wiped and destroyed.”
Leona nodded as she moved to Fred’s side and passed him to scout ahead slightly. “I assume it’s just going to be you and I for this op then?” Leona already knew the question as she nodded before Fred had a chance to answer. “Do we have explosives or are we going to improvise when we get there?”
“We have explosives,” He replied, following her as he stowed his rifle across his back, electing instead for a blade in one hand and his service pistol in the other. “But be prepared to improvise. These ops never go half as well as we want them to.”
"Roger that." Leona said in conformation as she brought her rifle to bear. "You take the lead and I'll follow." Leona said as she moved to cover 104's six. She wasn't exactly happy to be diverted from her current mission, finding hunting the Covenant a much more satisfying task than having to clean up O.N.I.'s messes. Not that she had a choice in the matter. ODSTs went where they were told and an op like this was exactly the kind of thing ODSTs should be used for.
So this one time on a drop - Open RP
“Master Gunnery Sergeant Damien Reaper,” He rasped back, quickly grabbing up his pack and securing everything once more before taking up his rifle. “Callsign’s Spooky, short for That Spooky Motherfucker.”
“Nice to meet you, Spooks.” Leona said as she brought her rifle to bear. “We should move out, don’t want to let the Covenant get the drop on us. You ready?” Leona turned to cover Damien, giving him one last moment to double check himself.
“I’d say I was born ready, but you did just have to pull my ass outta my jammed up HEV,” Reaper replied, performing his own final checks before giving her a quick nod. “Let’s move, this out in the open shit ain’t for me. You want point, or should I do the honors?”
"I'll take point." Leona said with a soft, laughing tone to her voice. Leona shouldered her rifle to the ready, creeping forward slowly to take point. She had to admit she enjoyed having another sniper by her side. "What unit are you a part of"
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
Leona smiled as she moved over to 104’s side, wiping the dirt off of her visor as she did.
It was nice knowing she could keep up with a SPARTAN and behind her helmet, the smile on her lips grew wider. “If need me, I’m yours. Never been one to turn down an order, especially not one as important as the Cole Protocol.” Leona shifted from foot to foot before reloading her rifle. A quick check of her supplies let her know she was ready for a pretty good haul. “Ready when you are.”
Fred fell quiet for a moment, as he quickly worked with his armor’s command features to group Leona with himself, tapping into her VISR display and setting their waypoint and theorized course for them both. “The target, Gunnery Sergeant, is an ONI AI and data storage facility at the city’s center. Communications were lost in the initial wave, but thusfar planetary AI suggests enemy presence is… moderate. Either way, the AI needs to be retrieved or decommissioned, and those server arrays need to be wiped and destroyed.”
Leona nodded as she moved to Fred's side and passed him to scout ahead slightly. "I assume it's just going to be you and I for this op then?" Leona already knew the question as she nodded before Fred had a chance to answer. "Do we have explosives or are we going to improvise when we get there?"
So this one time on a drop - Open RP
“Gunnery Sergeant Leona Lynn.” Leona answered back, shifting Reaper’s stuff so he could easily grab it back once he had squeezed out of his HEV.
Leona laughed as she handed Reaper back his rifle, admiring it for a moment. “But to another scout sniper I’m Grimmreaper or Grimmy for short. Let’s move out and find a bar, you owe bottle service.” Leona said matter of factly before hefting her rifle up to take point.
“Master Gunnery Sergeant Damien Reaper,” He rasped back, quickly grabbing up his pack and securing everything once more before taking up his rifle. “Callsign’s Spooky, short for That Spooky Motherfucker.”
"Nice to meet you, Spooks." Leona said as she brought her rifle to bear. "We should move out, don't want to let the Covenant get the drop on us. You ready?" Leona turned to cover Damien, giving him one last moment to double check himself.
So this one time on a drop - Open RP
“You manage to open this casket, I’ll buy you fuckin bottle serv-oh, hey, look at that.”
The Trooper within, for his part, had been pushing against the door for all he was worth with his legs in an attempt to open the door, and when Leona managed to get the door open, took the measure of first passing through his S2AM and his pack through the space before squeezing out himself. “Bad start to a drop, that one,” He grumbled, his voice more akin to a raspy hiss than actual sound proper, though still quite understandable over comms. “Owe yah for saving my ass - got a name so I know who to thank?”
"Gunnery Sergeant Leona Lynn." Leona answered back, shifting Reaper's stuff so he could easily grab it back once he had squeezed out of his HEV. Leona laughed as she handed Reaper back his rifle, admiring it for a moment. "But to another scout sniper I'm Grimmreaper or Grimmy for short. Let's move out and find a bar, you owe bottle service." Leona said matter of factly before hefting her rifle up to take point.
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
Leona stood slowly as she kept her rifle at the ready. She took a few moments to survey the area and only when she was satisfied that the coast was clear did she relax a little.
“Clear.” Leona laughed softly as she kept her stance at the ready.
“12 by the way.”
“Looks like we’re even,” He replied, the tone of his voice slightly raising with an undertone of amusement. It wasn’t often that he found someone that could match him on the battlefield, and less often that they didn’t turn it immediately from good natured battlefield ribbing into outright competition. Thusfar, she didn’t seem the type. “Sadly, here’s where things get awkward.” He continued, as he began slowly picking his way down from his previous vantage. “I hope you weren’t in a hurry to rejoin your unit right away, because I’m commandeering you for fire support based on your skillset, Gunnery Sergeant, and today we’re enforcing the Cole Protocol planetside after remote execution of procedures failed one too many times for ONI’s comfort.”
Leona smiled as she moved over to 104's side, wiping the dirt off of her visor as she did. It was nice knowing she could keep up with a SPARTAN and behind her helmet, the smile on her lips grew wider. "If need me, I'm yours. Never been one to turn down an order, especially not one as important as the Cole Protocol." Leona shifted from foot to foot before reloading her rifle. A quick check of her supplies let her know she was ready for a pretty good haul. "Ready when you are."
[[OOC - Tonight in this comm can be summed up by this:
^ OoC: That is me right now you bastards!
ooc: Right there with you buddy.
Thinking was a luxury that the shouts and stun batons of the drill instructors rarely afforded. But after 2300, there would be no chaos, no mind-numbing stress and strain… just the faint hiss of air circulating in and out of the enclosed unit that served as a bed. There were…
ooc: I'm a huge fan of Fii's writing but I have to say, this is probably one of my favorite pieces I've read thus far. I love it!
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
“Oh, so it’s going to be like that then” Leona asked, moving to a better sniping position. One deep breath was all she took before the rapid repeating of her rifle’s reports sounded.
Each bullet hit home in a new target, killing three Jackals and one Elite. “Three.” Leona said smugly as she fired one last shot before reloading.
“Yep, it’s gonna be like that.” Fred-104 replied smoothly, finishing with his reload as soon as she began hers to take up the slack in holding their position. Report after report sounded, neither sniper missing their mark or giving the enemy any quarter, and as such the two of them made short work of the Covenant that had pursued Lynn to their position. He paused for a moment once they’d both stopped firing, eyes flicking between the field and the readout of his motion tracker on his HUD, before he nodded to himself. “Clear.”
Leona stood slowly as she kept her rifle at the ready. She took a few moments to survey the area and only when she was satisfied that the coast was clear did she relax a little.
"Clear." Leona laughed softly as she kept her stance at the ready.
"12 by the way."
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
“I’ll take that bet,” Fred-104 replied dryly, of the opinion that an offer like that made in a combat zone was fairly well worthless, a courtesy instead of a promise. But whatever it took to push a person further, to make them reach greater heights of achievement and performance in combat, was worthwhile. If anything, he was inclined to think she’d do well – there was none of the usual surprise or sarcasm inherent with seeing a SPARTAN on the field.
“I’ll even do you the solid of starting over on my own counts,” He continued, pulling the trigger once again. “One.”
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then" Leona asked, moving to a better sniping position. One deep breath was all she took before the rapid repeating of her rifle's reports sounded. Each bullet hit home in a new target, killing three Jackals and one Elite. "Three." Leona said smugly as she fired one last shot before reloading.
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
“Impatient, aren’t you?” He replied, only pausing in his methodical elimination of targets once he needed to reload. ODSTs had the most charming battlefield language - he couldn’t remember the last time he’d sworn as much in an hour as the trooper had in under five minutes.
“I’m pretty sure that they’re more interested in the sniper that’s come to the rescue than the one they had pinned,” He continued, shifting from targeting the Jackals to the Sangheili. His vantage was good, but not so much that he wanted to bank on them not spotting him, and the last thing he wanted was to end up pinned down the same as the ODST he was trying to bail out. “Fall back to my position, switch to and ping TeamComm channel 1009 - planetary AIs should be functioning well enough to paint a waypoint for you.”
I just hope you’re ready for all hell to break loose when they see what you’re retreating to, unless we pick them off before then…
"Roger that!" Leona said as she slapped the full clip into her rifle. The SPARTAN was right. The planetary AI was still up and active and as soon as she switched and pinged TeamComm 1009 she had a location to zero in on.
"On the move!" Leona said before shifting and getting to her feet. Even though the rifle was heavy it didn't seem to have any effect on her speed. She had been a track star in high school and used that skill well in the military.
It didn't take long before Leona found her own cover not far from the SPARTAN, able to look over at him from her vantage point.
She didn't want for orders. She didn't need to.
It seemed that the SPARTAN's presence was like kicking an already pissed off wasp's nest. Two shots range out even as three more Sangheili piled into the area to take the place of their dead brother in arms.
"Shit fuck." Leona growled as she watched. It wasn't going to be a problem though.
"Seems like this is going to be a fun challenge. Tell ya what, SPARTAN. Out shoot me and I owe you a bottle of your pick of poison."
So this one time on a drop - Open RP
"Oh my god!" Leona snapped as the crowbar in her hand locked into place against the SOIEV's door. "How in the name of Holy Fuck did you manage to do this!?" Leona asked as she worked the crowbar as hard as she could. It was bad enough when things went south in the middle of a drop but to have a trooper start off a drop with his HEV's injection system doors unable to blow open. That was something else. "If I can actually crack this casket open you owe me a freakin' drink!" Leona yelped as the door finally gave way, opening just enough for the Helljumper inside to be released.
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
Fuck… Leona thought as she gripped her rifle tightly against herself. Carbine fire whizzed passed her from the barely protective position behind what was left of a wall. It wasn’t going to be long before the Jackals were going to get sick of taking pot shots at her. “May day, may day!” Leona snapped over open comms. Her head instinctively whipped down away from the plasma fire that flew by her head. “God damn it! I need help out here!”
“Lynn, hold your position, we’re ETA five-“
Salvation came in the form of the rapid reports of a high caliber rifle, cradled in the arms of a half-metric ton of powered assault armor and super soldier.
“Pardon me for interrupting, sir,” Fred-104 interjected, his voice eerily calm and level despite the warzone that raged around them all. “But I’ve got your Trooper covered.”
"Thanks cowboy." Leona called back over the comms. She took that moment to roll over on to her stomach. Three quick shots took out another Jackal. "You got a fall back for me, big boy or am I going to have to bust up one of my own?" Leona asked as she shifted her body up onto one knee. "Fuck!" Leona snapped as three Sangheili snipers moved in to a joining position with the Jackals. "Either I fucked one of their mother's last night or you're attracting company, cowboy."
Pinned Down - Closed RP with Sierra-104
Fuck... Leona thought as she gripped her rifle tightly against herself. Carbine fire whizzed passed her from the barely protective position behind what was left of a wall. It wasn't going to be long before the Jackals were going to get sick of taking pot shots at her. "May day, may day!" Leona snapped over open comms. Her head instinctively whipped down away from the plasma fire that flew by her head. "God damn it! I need help out here!"
"How do I rate two fangirls? I don't get it..."
ooc: Fred's actually my favorite SPARTAN. I absolutely fell in love with him while reading through First Strike. He's just amazing and I can't wait to find out how you play him.
ooc:Okay, thanks for the warm welcome guys but it's late my time but tomorrow I'll be on, maybe see if anyone wants to start RP threads. Just to let people know that while I won't respond a thousand times a day but I will respond at least once.
