Halo 4 RP Part 1

=I nod and set up my HMG=

Copy that, Ma'am. Setting up defensive position.

=I mount my HMG and wait for any enemies=

"Shall we offer a final converse to the humans?"

I asked as we walked to our imminent victory.

"Hmmm"

I thought silently as if picking a prayer out of the thousands spoken in sangheili history.

Observing the humans with great confusion, thinking what they are in act of.

"I'd been nice if those geeks sent us down here, AFTER they figured out where we're supposed to go..."
Ben kept looking around the area with his rifle, still kneeling, then lowered and rested it on his leg.

"So full of hate were our eyes, that none of us could see. Our war would yield countless dead, but never victory. So let us cast arms aside, and discard our wrath. Thou, in faith, will keep us safe whilst we find the path."

I leaned against the nearest wall after reciting the requested prayer. and began to fiddle with my amulet.

Sitting in one spot allows them to rush us as a group. That's not a good idea either. We need to keep moving. Circle around the map, but not make it predictable.

I motion out my words on the map, ignoring the elites being loud.

"Well. There is the center. That's a bloodbath and usually the first place...but the Elites would think of that." Jeremy frowned. "Me and Sykes could take up position in the middle area and cover each side with ya'll. The Elites will think maybe the same; all we'd need is a single person to watch the entrances and warn us."

(Harbinger)

"Session beggining in two minutes."

(Marty)

I just sort of went along with whatever anyone was saying, I prefered to make my judgements when I was actually on the field. Odd, I know.

I give Marty a friendly punch in the shoulder.

"Kicking ass and taking names."

I smirk.

"I don't want to get cocky (yes I do), but we got this in the bag."

"Ah, suppose we should cover their Warthog with grenades whilst it approaches our position."

"Guess we do."

I lean back a bit, stretching my arms.

"Ugh, when shall this false battle begin? I wish to resume our meditations."

I sat on a nearby crate, beginning to feel impatience.

"Hmm. My main concern is the amount of snipers they have. They'll rip us to shreds if we don't kill them fast. Suggestions?"

"Keep low and move fast?"

Almost time to move out.

(Harbinger)

"30 seconds until session begins."

(Marty)

"Whatever our plan is, we need to think fast. Or think later on."

I'm saying we just keep moving, stick to the edge of the map and rotate it.

I step back from them all.

But it's not my choice.

"Use the Warthog to draw their Ghosts out, snipe the drivers. Then we'll need a rabbit to pinpoint their snipers...and we can use the Ghosts to suppress them as we get in close enough to take them out. And I thought Shannon could be the rabbit. 'Cause she ran pretty damn fast during Operation: HYLIAN."
I'm a dead man.

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Alexis stepped outof the Pelican.
"Let's move. Forerunner structure to the North. Let's roll."

(Harbinger)

"Session beginning, all participants enter the area."

=I dismount my HMG and move up=

Copy that ma'am...moving up

=I go as fast as the HMG will let me walk=

"Yeah!! Lets do this!"

I jog in and give Lyra a slap on the butt before she can do anything.

(Marty)

"Let's go!"

I stood up fully, and began making my way.

(Harbinger)

"Sovereign, what is your current status?"

"Hmmm, finally this blasted thing will start."

I stood with the release of discomfort.

Alexis tapped her comm.
"Almost there."

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Jeremy withered under Shannon's glare.
"Stop glaring, you're making me feel like I regret saying something after that night at the firebase..."

We both know you already do regret it.

I step into the War Games area, putting my helmet on.

"Yeah...." he sighed. "Mind letting me get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness later? We left on a bad note...I don't want to leave it at that."
Jeremy grabbed his sniper rifle, switched to an Assault Rifle, and followed Shan.

(Marty)

I finished off, well finishing off things like loading my Assault Rifle, then stepped into the area.

(Harbinger)

"Session Begun. First team to wipe out the opposing team wins."

I run up and jump up into the hog and begin to honk the horn.

"Come on sweety, traffics about to get bad.."

Jeremy drew his sniper, preparing to sprint.
"I need someone to come with me and Lyra to cover us as we snipe them." He said.

I get on the Warthog turret, getting comfortable, or the best you can be.

"Ready!"

Enir
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I run into the arena and grab one of the Ghosts, the other Sangheili split up and follow out with the plan.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Bartely
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I start doing doughnuts then tail whip it, spraying mud up on Lyra, Shan, and Jeremy.

"lets go get these fuck faces!"

I put the petal to the metal and head into the center of the map

Brilliant. We've lost this.

I turn to the others. Guess I'm not the rabbit anymore.

"Quick! Time is of the essence!"

I yelled as i mounted the Ghost and followed Enrir.

Bartely
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I drive through the middle and ramp over a bridge, landing right in the middle of the Covies. I shout at Marty and tail whip the hog, sending them rolling out the way.
I start driving though a giant arch, hoping to get the ghosts attention.

"Enrir, lets hammer that warthog from both sides, take a position!"

"Bartley, bring it them into view!"
Jeremy had taken up position. 'Lyra. Get ready."
Jeremy relaxed, preparing for the shot.

"Come on Bartley, you better not crash! Because that would be really bad! And we'd die!"

Enir
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I flank the warthog from the right side and open fire.

Bartely
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we were riding rims crossing another bridge when the ghosts attacked, there plasma shots hitting our sides and being adsorbed off our sheilds. Our spawn was right around the corner. I pull out my sticky detonator and fire a one of the ghosts. Then fly past both of them.

"Did someone order two split jaws in ghosts?" I say to our Snipers as I fly come into the range with the ghosts on my tail.

I take aim at one of the ghosts, aiming at the propulsion rather than the driver.

"Hunter, shoot the propulsion system."

I pull the trigger, sending a round flying at the ghost.