(The trio has a point, let us get a more sense-able story going again.)
Kit glances around to see who all is up
She is delighted to see that everyone is so with that she ushers them all into the bar
(Nothing is retconned I’m just getting us all in the same area so it is an easier story to continue!)
ODST Blueninja walks into the Pub along side the other ODST
“Sorry about that guys… well it looks like everyone is ok. Hey where is that Elite?”
“Also what are we gonna do with all these zombie dudes running around the Pub?”
Blueninja looks out the window to see at least twenty flood combat forms
Kit shrugs
“I dunno.”
Mr. Mac wakes up to find himself butted up against a tree at least twenty meters from the Falcon crash.
“Why is it that everytime I get into an aircraft, it crashes?”
Moves leg but finds that it is broken.
“Aww, this is gonna be a helluva day. See if the Falcon wreckage has any medical supplies.”
Mr. Mac limps over to the wreckage, and finds a first aid kit in a shelf above the two passenger seats closest to the cockpit. He then digs through to see if there is a bone supplement to provide relief to fractures. He finds a booster shot.
“Just what I need.” Inserts shot into leg. “Whole crew seems gone or unconscious, looks like I’m on my own in a jungle, for real this time.”
Mr. Mac replenishes his ammo from storage units in the troop bay then sets out on his own venturing out into the middle of nowhere. As a few hours pass by, Mr. Mac finds that the jungle doesn’t seem to end, the tint in the atmosphere goes from green to a blue as the trees allow less light to the jungle floor. Within another Fhour a heavy drenching rain seems to fall, but through the dense fog and foliage Mr. Mac begins to see a blinking red light.
“What’s the worst that could happen? Better see what that is.”
As Mr. Mac approaches the light it becomes apparent that it is a structure of some kind. Strange markings are written into the trees closer to the structure. Within a minute or two Mr. Mac found himself stopped by what he assumed to be a locked entrance, with a console situated to the right bearing a blue ball with a hexagonal pattern. Instinctively he walks over and places his hand upon the orb, and the door opens with a whisper.*
“I’m home!” Mr. Mac joked.
Mr. Mac walked down a tunneled ramp into a large room with a central elevator with a platform of glass. Upon seeing another console, he reaches out to activate it, and consequently he descends into the depths of the structure.
“Anyone there? Drones? Machines?” Not a sound beside the humming of the machinery surrounding is made.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll keep going.”
Procedes to navigate through complex, discovering light bridges open rooms filled with empty stasis tubes. However, out of the corner of his eye Mr. Mac catches movement in the shadows that leads him through more doors and another big hallway with a light bridge setup.
“Hey! Who are you? My name is Mac, what’s yours?” Nothing but dead silence is answered.
Mr. Mac climbs a stack of old silver-orange crates to the top of the bridge platform and activates the bridge, and crosses to the other side. After walking through the door on the other side he is presented with an observation deck for a floor below him. Within the room below he sees two high areas in the center and doors lining the chamber.
“What the? What would an interstellar empire need this for? What’s inside?”
Mr. Mac explores the room and finds two symetrical ramps that descend and lead to a door centered with the chamber.
“Where is the console for you?” Sees nothing and sighs. “You aren’t going to open. What if I try this?”
Pulls out decoder stolen from the Infinity’s armory.
“Heard this thing has stuff from top brass itself. Should be to hard to crack you, stupid door.”
Attaches decoder to door and is presented with two glyphs on the decoder. A minute later, an english translation appears below the glyphs with ‘open’ . Mr. Mac presses open and the door slides open.
“Maybe a vault of technology? I could see why they’d lock that away.”
*Walks into the room and takes a knee upon the high ground and sets belongings down. Mr. Mac then digs out the radio and attempts to contact any of the previous crew, but noone answers."
“This is Colonial Militia Operative Corporal Jacob T. McMillen reaching out to any nearby human personell! I’m inside a structure in the middle a swamp, looks like a technology vault. Does anybody read? I’ll set this message to repeat. Mac, out.”
Faint rustling noises are heard throughout the chamber, faint movement up on the observation deck can be seen, and knocking noises can be heard inside all the surrounding doors.
“-Yoink-, it’s party time.”
The alien parasite forms come pouring out of each consecutive door, another opens after each time Mac finishes off a swarm.
“I might not have enough ammo to keep this up. Come in! I repeat any human or friendly personell reading, this is Corporal J.T. Mac under attack by unidentified alien parasitic life forms. I’m requesting immediate assistance to any who hear this message. Falcon crew! Come in! If you’re reading this, I’m approximately 15 miles from your location! This is Mr. Mac, ou -transmission cut-”
All the bulbous forms that came out of the surrounding doors were dealt with. Then banging can be heard behind the door Mr. Mac entered.
“This was definitely not a weapons cache.” Mr. Mac checks his MA37 ammo readout: 32 rounds in his magazine, no spare mags. “This isn’t the end. I’ll find a way.”
3 combat forms burst through the locked door, and are sprayed down by Mr. Mac. -Click-, and with that Mr. Mac tossed his assault rifle aside, drew his knife and fought his way out of the chamber. Exiting the observation deck, he noticed there was an object laying by a control console he neglected to notice previously. As he reached out to grab and inspect it, it wrapped itself around his arms as a gauntlet.
“What is this?” Combat form enters room unexpectedly, and Mr. Mac fries the alien with electricity emitted from the gaunlets. “Sweet. I’m so getting out.”
Sorry for the wordy story add-on. But I wanted to set up some major situation.
(Don’t be sorry, tis a good read…besides…you, Trio and the Sangheili all write up really interesting story posts.)
FE17 glances out the window of the pub at the circling Flood forms, gingerly holding his right wrist which was sprained in the crash
He will hold a grudge against ODST BlueNinja for a long time for that, and will someday have his revenge
“All right, our options are rapidly shrinking. Time to come up with some way to get off this ring- The Infinity has confirmed orbital sterilization protocols will be enforced in 24 hours. It appears that everyone is here except ComicBeast (I’d better take his old job and keep the puns flowing… may he rest in pieces) and Mr. Mac. Does anyone know what happened to him, or where he is? Did we leave him at the crash site?”
The ONI splinter cell activates his goggles in thermal vision and observes the exterior
“We need to take action soon. You, Sangheili, I need you on point at the door. Quit that growling in the corner, and make yourself useful.”
Turns to KitKat
“Any ideas?”
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> she sees the Sangheili and walks over to him.
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> “I’m so happy I found you! When I woke up you were not around…I feared the worst…”
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> Kit grabs the Sangheili and gives him a hug
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> “You are so lucky I can’t hug you harder right now!”
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> She points at his wound
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> “Are you okay…I think you should let me look at that.”
The AI companion translates for the sangheili
“You care to much for me purple and white spartan, I am operational and in good health.”
The sangeheili does what FE17 asks and covers the door
*ardo moretummes speaks again “we should leave this disgusting bar and find the control room for this instalation… I think I can reverse the effects of the flood, with my companions help.”
EDIT
____Ardo looks over to the bartender and sees what he is carrying
Ardo says “Your plasma rifle… Do you have another? I am armed with my sword, while that would normally be suffcient, I would rather not risk getting turned into the parastie.”
Sam Clyde, having been blown off by his ODST brethren, simply shrugged and followed the surviving crash patrons to their next destination, hoping that it wouldn’t explode like everything else. To his surprise…it was a pub…
A…pub. On a Halo…
Dumbfounded, Clyde shifted his weight to one side and cocked his head at the doorway. The whole way down, barreling through the heat of atmospheric friction and turbulence, Sam was expecting deep insertion and recon orders. And here he was looking at a pub. Well, like any situation, seek out life first, he told himself, and trekked the distance. Putting one hand forward, the door parted with ease as he stepped inside. Taking stock of the surroundings, he counted multiple heads, though his count was thrown off at the sight of an Elite…and what appeared to be a Spartan companion.
Sam’s last memory of the Sangheili wasn’t too far off from being described as a foreign relations debate that was spoken through gunfire and plasma. Instead of approaching the issue with a query, he instead shuffled to the side and waited for something to happen.
Kit gives the Sangheili a puzzled look
“I care about you, too much? Nah…I just know that the Covenant did not give a damn…I’m just trying to make it up to you.”
Kit smiles at the Sangheili before turning to FE
" I say we go with him as he has a plan, he does have an AI that could help. Plus I trust him." She says looking at the Sangheili with a smile
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> “All right, our options are rapidly shrinking. Time to come up with some way to get off this ring- The Infinity has confirmed orbital sterilization protocols will be enforced in 24 hours. It appears that everyone is here except ComicBeast (I’d better take his old job and keep the puns flowing… may he rest in pieces) and Mr. Mac. Does anyone know what happened to him, or where he is? Did we leave him at the crash site?”
You can’t get rid of me that easily, my friend! Didn’t you read the bottom of page 28?!
(This story really sprialed, didn’t it?)
Anywho…
Notices one of those steel-bug things hovering close to bar
Comic does the protocol that should be executed whenever a solider notices an undentified lifeform
He picks up a rock a chucks it at it
Is it’s eye supposed to get all red a glowy like that…?
Mr. Mac finds himself dispatching parastic aliens with ease, frying them with his electrifying grasp. He’d successfully back tracked his way to the elevator platform to escape the facility, but upon activating the console the elevator itself crumbled and fell to the depths of the containment facility.
“Damn it! How the hell am I supposed to get out now? Umm, where is…whats going on?!?”
Mr. Mac’s gauntlet started projecting a local map display, highlighting what he assumed to be another way out.
“Alright.” Mr. Mac muttered to himself. “Let’s go kick some -Yoink-.”
Mr. Mac navigated his way to the checkpoint set by his gauntlet. Upon opening the door, he saw the elevator, and was going to bolt for it before he saw the combat form in his perepherals, but it was too late. The parasite whipped Mr. Mac with enough force to send him back a few meters into a wall, and just as the parasite went in for the kill, Mac put up his arms in a defensive shield. The blow never came.
“What happened?” The gauntlet had manipulated gravity to literally throw the parasite away. Consequently there was a chunky green splat on the wall.
“Huh. ALRIGHT! WOOO! Ain’t nobody got nothing on me!” Mr. Mac activated the elevator console and ascended up back into the thick of the jungle. The damp atmosphere was a nice break from the clammy sense of fear. However, the victory was short lived. The bloodcurdling screams from the first night came back, and there was no chance of seeing where they would strike from, not in a jungle. Mr. Mac decided to make a concerted effort to find any open area where he could get a signal, but haste was out of the question now, as the effects of the bone reinforcement were fading. Within about an hour after walking through the jungle, Mr. Mac saw light ahead and the blue tint became green again. But, this time the screams came back, and they sounded as if just above in the trees.
“What was that? Come out into the open, lets see what you got!”
Flop, flop, flop. Mr. Mac had never seen a form like this. It had four arms, some with claws and some with hands, and it was a quadriped; yet strangely reminiscent of human biology. Mr. Mac raised his arm to finish off the beast, but a tenticle wrested it off of his arm from behind. Defenseless, Mr. Mac backed into a tree unsure what to do.
“Now now, I’m sure there’s a way we can work this out fellas. Without my death of course.” The tree climber lunged but Mr. Mac initiated the most painstaking roll of his life and crawled towards his gauntlet. Just as it assembled around his left arm, the treeclimber stabbed Mr. Mac’s thigh clean through with one of it’s claws. “Gahhhhh! You alien -Yoink-!” *The alien withdrew his arm for a final swipe leaving Mac open to side roll, and Mac used the gauntlet to pick up the creature and swung it into a tree. “You!” Into another tree. “Son!” Into a third tree. “Of a -Yoink-!” Then into the fourth and final tree. It was done.
“Gah! Fu ck my leg.” Mr. Mac attempted to stand up, but he couldn’t. The bleeding was bad, so Mr. Mac used the last of his bandages and a tourniquet on the leg to attempt to stall it before help came. After the self repair, he crawled out into the opening in the foliage he saw, then pulled out his radio to make a desperate call for help.
“This is Corporal Jacob T. McMillen, calling for immediate medevac! Does any human personnel respond?” Just when Mac had almost given up hope, he heard faint radio chatter drowned out by static. The radio didn’t give a name for the signal however, so Mac didn’t know who was responding. Rather than fiddle with a radio he knew wouldn’t work, he set an IFF beacon and took shelter under a nearby rock formation. It was early morning, so a good rest was in order.
5 hours later…
Mr. Mac awoke to a phantom descending upon the clearing.
“What are the Covies doing here? Don’t tell me they were the ones who got my signal…”
A squad of elite rangers descended from the phantom, they began searching. But Mr. Mac had nowhere to move, it was only minutes before they found him.
“Hey there guys! How are you…” The elite knocked Mac unconscious with a single blow to the head. The rest was blackness…
back at the bar everyone was debating on what to do next
with all the comotion going, silverbacks radio jumps to life, cutting in and out, the transmission was full of static.
“Thi- zzzzz T. McMilla- zzzzzz call- zzzzzz imediate medivac- zzzzzz any- zzz human zzzzzzz -rsonal respond?”- zzzzzz * the transmission cuts out.*
*Silverback immedialty pulls his radio out of his bag and says “MAC IS THAT YOU? Mac can you hear me? Mac, come in mac? this is spartan silverback -567 can you read me?”
no response
everyone in the bar is now looking at silverback who was yelling, desperatly in to his radio.
“Guys Im not sure but I think that was Mac on the radio… He sounded in trouble…”
just then IFF beacon popped up on silverbacks radar
“GUYS! im getting something else… its strange there is a ping coming 2 kilometers from the crashsite… But its in the other direction from the bar… Thats gotta be mac.”
IFF beacon blinks and then disappers
“SHOOT! its gone.” silverback grabs his assualt rifle and says to the group “I don’t know about the rest of you but Im not letting one of our own get turned into some mindless zombie, he needs are help, and im going after him.”
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> Kit gives the Sangheili a puzzled look
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> “I care about you, too much? Nah…I just know that the Covenant did not give a damn…I’m just trying to make it up to you.”
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> Kit smiles at the Sangheili before turning to FE
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> " I say we go with him as he has a plan, he does have an AI that could help. Plus I trust him." She says looking at the Sangheili with a smile
Ardo Speaks as his AI translates
“When our journey has ended white and purple spartan. You probably won’t be smiling at me anymore.”
Ardo looks down with a sad and displeased look on his face… He then looks over to spartan silverback who was rallying troops to go on a search and rescure mission.
“I will go with you human, being in this bar accomplishes nothing. That other human out there stranded has probbaly found something of use… I would like to know what he has learned… I will go with you to find him.”
Kit grabs Ardo by the shoulder
“What does that mean?”
Kit looks to Silverback
“Ardo is needed here. Take another.”
Waving towards the door she ushers Silverback out
“You said you have a plan…FE and I agreed to help you…”
Scanning the Sangheili’s face Kit takes her helmet off
“Look me in the eye and say you are not hiding anything…if you are tell me now…I’ll understand…”
I am about to speak when a sudden bullet is fired
the bullet destroys my head before I start to disintegrate, as I collapse onto my knees, the process is slower than it is in the war games, and more painful.
finally after several seconds of pain and suffering, all that is left is a deep black plasma rifle, on the sides, you can see the words and logo
ONI
The genral looks down at the white and purple spartan
“kabeh kiv ngejarke oog ing rethe… Wruq bakal fruvax kabeh.”
__The sangheili looks away
“CORRUPT BARTENDER NOOOO!!!”
(What is happening, all of us are dying left and right!)
Sam shifted his weight as Knight was fazed out of existence. Taking another step away from the door, and remaining wary of the windows, he drummed his fingers against his rifle’s grip. “Is anyone gonna take notice to the guy that just got vaporized or should I just not ask questions?”
He looked at Silverback and raised a palm. “Not to steal your thunder or anything; I know what you said sounded important and all, but one thing at a time.”
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> Sam shifted his weight as Knight was fazed out of existence. Taking another step away from the door, and remaining wary of the windows, he drummed his fingers against his rifle’s grip. “Is anyone gonna take notice to the guy that just got vaporized or should I just not ask questions?”
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> He looked at Silverback and raised a palm. “Not to steal your thunder or anything; I know what you said sounded important and all, but one thing at a time.”
“oh yeah pal? you got a better plan of what we should be doing right now?”
“You odst’s are a joke, crashing a falcon then and practically killing 3 other UNSC operatives and then showing up out of the blue and telling us how things should go down?”
“Our friend is dying out there… So excuse me if I don’t care about some strange anomaly, I have seen some wierd stuff in this bar. What I do know is that Mac needs our help And im going to go after him with or without anyone .”
((this part is not part of the story, just wanted to say glad you are here helljumper62 and welcome))