FE17 finishes securing himself to the inside of the landing gear bay
“Well, I’m not going to have as comfortable a ride as everyone inside the Pelican… I really need to join the expedition on time next time. Good thing my tacsuit offers environmental controls.”
Hears the blaring guitars from the interior
“OK, now I’m glad I’m not in there… Plus, they’re stuck with the comedian for the whole flight.”
Damien pulls out his helmet and a knife from his travel pack. He puts his helmet on the ground, sits on it, pulls out the knife, takes aim and throws it. It passes everyone and digs itself into the stereo. The music crackles and goes silent. Everyone shoots him a dirty look.
“Uhhhh… Headache…”
> sitting next to the Sangheili
>
> “I’m sorry for thinking you had bad intentions…I just thought…”
>
> she trails off
>
> “I’m just sorry.”
“its okay human, trust is something that both our species has never had for one another.”
silverback enjoying his song was wailing on his air guitar and rocking his head back and forth
> Damien pulls out his helmet and a knife from his travel pack. He puts his helmet on the ground, sits on it, pulls out the knife, takes aim and throws it. It passes everyone and digs itself into the stereo. The music crackles and goes silent. Everyone shoots him a dirty look.
>
> “Uhhhh… Headache…”
silverback quicly throws off his seat harness and rips off his helmet and wheels around to RGL Official
“HEY MAN!!! THAT WAS MY CD!!!” >:O
hey spins and plops himself back in his chair, with his arms folded.
he mudders something to himself
“Your CD is fine. I just took out the speakers. Hit the eject button.”
> > sitting next to the Sangheili
> >
> > “I’m sorry for thinking you had bad intentions…I just thought…”
> >
> > she trails off
> >
> > “I’m just sorry.”
>
> “its okay human, trust is something that both our species has never had for one another.”
Kit looks up at the ceiling
“I trust you…I just…please don’t make me regret that.”
She grabs her helmet and puts it on
“I wish I knew how to speak your language…”
Hey guys! Think Mr. Mac knows how to fly this thing? Because I sure Pelican’t!
Faint BA-DUM Kssh in the background
And at least Sliverback isn’t that annoying little three-year-old on airplane rides that pokes his head behind his seat every two minutes and you’re forced to flash him a cheesy smile. EVERY. TWO. MINUTES.
In other news… what’s this button do?
Boop
Land gear activated
Whoops. Oh, it’s nothing. It’s not like anyone was gonna stowaway or anything.
waking up from a very nice nap ODST Blueninja notices everyone in the Pub is gone
after looking around he finds a sticky note
[“In the launch bay… see you on the ring.”]
Blueninja sprints to the launch bay just as the Pelican is exiting the Infinity
“Darn… alright I’m just going to have to use my pod.”
ODST Blueninja sprints to his drop pod, climbs in, and punches in the launch sequence
Blueninja’s pod is shot into space towards the giant ring
OFF-TOPIC: Suddenly, a little robot with binocular eyes pops up behind ODST Blueninja in the drop pod*
extends hand
“WWAAA.LL…EE!”
MEANWHILE…
Staring into the empty space below him, FE17 feels quite thankful that he was strapped in as the landing gear extend
Wonders what moron is flying this thing, and wishes that purple Spartan KitKat- heck, even that Sangheili- was piloting instead
(this post is not part of the roleplay.)
(To be 100% honest we have a decent story going on I’m surprised but I like it.)
(I agree. This is going to get really interesting.)
As the pelican got closer to the surface, the pilot opened the hatch. “Jesus… Guys, look. Thats not just a research facility. Thats an entire city!” Damien said in shock as he got up from his helmet.
A sentinel unit passively floats into the pub.
“Analyzing perimeter for threats.”
It would float around the room, scanning the population with it’s “eye” that would move at a instant pace.
The sentinel would maneuver itself above the Spartan named Kit, it’s blue “eye” turning from green to blue. The sentinel would scan the lifeform with a ray two times before retracting the ray, then it would float there motionlessly. Using the knowledge discovered earlier and stored in it’s database, it would speak in a French language to communicate with the lifeform.
“Bonjour Il.”
> A sentinel unit passively floats into the pub.
>
> “Analyzing perimeter for threats.”
>
> It would float around the room, scanning the population with it’s “eye” that would move at a instant pace.
>
> The sentinel would maneuver itself above the Spartan named Kit, it’s blue “eye” turning from green to blue. The sentinel would scan the lifeform with a ray two times before retracting the ray, then it would float there motionlessly. Using the knowledge discovered earlier and stored in it’s database, it would speak in a French language to communicate with the lifeform.
>
> “Bonjour Il.”
(Just to let you know, KitKat and half of the rest of the Pub’s population are in or on a Pelican heading towards Installation 07 right now)
Whilst the pelican was getting closer to the ground, a bright cyan figure came hurdling towards the open hatch with great momentum
It turns out that this figure was indeed the Cyanades fellow who was recently assigned on a secret mission
“Ugghhh… another one of THESE days again…”
Cyanades, who just crashed into Damien soon passes out. His armour is damaged and the visor on his Scout helmet is shattered.
The Trio continues to shoot pool on the upper level of the bar, debating on what to do next. A shipwide announcement is made that the Infinity has engaged in a holding pattern over the ring, and that shore leave will be granted to UNSC sanctioned zones that have been established on the Halo. Tumbleweed drifts through the bar, with only the nonsocial patrons and the auto-server occasionally piping up to harass customers with its split personality arguments.
“Well, everyone sure cleared out pretty fast,” commented Fred. “I’m sure glad we finally got rid of some of those pesky adults, trying to take things from us or tell us what to do. I’m about ready to leave this place though and see what kind of sports get played out here!”
“Fred,” Sam scolded, “We need to focus all our attention on getting back home, and figuring out why The Book isn’t working. We don’t have time to explore, our parents will have realized we’re missing by now!”
Joe glanced at the view screen on the bar that was displaying the Halo ring down below.
“Why’s the ring all covered in a yellowish brown color?” he said, as he moved toward the railing, devoting his attention to the screen.
“Well, from what I remember, Installation 07 was rumored to have a parasitic containment outbreak thousands of years ago, with the infection infesting most of the surface of the ringworld. When the UNSC arrived, they managed to get a foothold on a few of the ancient bases that hadn’t been taken over, but the majority of the planet was overtaken by biomass and the infectious atmosphere. In order to combat it, they formed a plan to start to terraform the ring’s surface, but that hasn’t been entirely successful yet,” Sam iterated, from his memorization of Infinity library records.
“NERDDDDDDDDDDD!” accused Fred, being his usual obnoxious self.
“If there’s an infection though,” Joe questioned, “why was everyone in such a rush to leave, and why is shore leave authorized? Are the few locations that the UNSC has taken over really that better than what’s on board the Infinity?”
“It has to be a lot more interesting than up here though, I’m getting terribly bored. And even though there can’t possibly be ice hockey on the surface, there’s at least dirt, which means maybe baseball! Let’s go guys!” Fred exclaimed, his excitement building as he processed what he was saying.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, no NO!” said Sam. “Never ever, will we go down there, to an infected ring world, where we don’t know the contents of the atmosphere, let alone the life forms, in pursuit of BASEBALL!”
“Well, sucks to be you,” Fred went on, dropping his pool cue, “because last one down there is a rotten egg!”
Fred grabbed The Book from out of Joe’s arms, and ran out the door of the bar, which with the owner “gone fishing” for the weekend, had business slow to a crawl.
Ladies and germs, this is your Comic speaking. I’ve turned on the ‘no god-awful CD playing’ sign. As we begin our descent to sure death— I mean, to a Forerunner artifact probably infested with space zombies that want to suck out our innards, it has come to my attention that we, the good people (and Elite) of the Halo Pub are not really in the pub anymore.
Flicks a few switches on Pelican dash
Pub detaches from Infinity as a atmospheric descent pod and launches towards ring
Hoping that those corrupt server drones are busted to bits on impact, free drinks for everyone when we arrived. Thank you for choosing More-Than-Just-Continental Spacelines.
When Damien woke up, he could hardly breathe. He had taken a hard hit to the chest and spent the next few minutes trying to fill his lungs. “where are we?” He asked disoriented.
*But no one needed to answer. He looks outside the hatch to see abandoned buildings, broken windows, and strange creatures standing on the streets.
It was a city all right. But something terrible happened here.*
Kit moves to the back of the now crashed pelican opening the hatch she sees a UNSC firebase in the distance
Turning back to the occupants of the pelican
“Stay on me, we must get to that base”
She points to the base in the distance
“Now…before we move, you must know what is here…we call it the flood…it is a parasitic species that…just…”
Kit clenchs her fists
“ONI showed me a infection form before…they showed me what it does to peo-.”
Her voice cracks and it is almost as if she is silently crying under her Prefect helmet
Clearing her throat
“Don’t let anything near you…I want to take point that way if anything goes wrong…you all might be able to run…”
“Tell me when you are all ready, I’ll stand guard outside.”
With that Kit hops out of the pelican.
Gosh dang it, who was flying that thing?! We could have all gotten killed! Not that we’ll survive for long on here, but still! Mr. Mac, how many times must I say, no drink while drive, and don’t leave the house when you’re so soused!
(God lord, I sound like Dr. Seuss.)
Looks at smoldering Pelican
Well, when life gives ya potatoes, ya make potato salad! Let’s go to that base!
*Pub smashes into surface of ring few hundred meters away.
Scratch that, you guys go to the base. I could use some refreshments.
respawns
realises we are back in the Halo 2 era
falls to ring in magicaly appearing classic drop pod!
Sup Losers!
pulls out plasma rifle