As rook turned around he saw a huge flood (tank) then it swung his arm at him then blackness
rook woke being carried by the creature his weapons were gone all but his tomahawk and knife so he stabbed the creature in the back and it dropped him but now he only had a tomahawk and knife so he tried to reach for something when he found a flame grenade and threw it the thing died instantly
“fire the armory” so he ran to the armory and loaded up on flame grenades and a flame thrower
Then he heard them coming ready to fight for his life
“I am not dying today!”
*Goes to hangar, gets in Pelican, and heads for Rook’s last known coordinates."
After arriving, goes and lands on the ONI building landing pad. Then proceeds to grab all the weapons that had been put on the Pelican after Roland had prepped it.
“I don’t know what I’m up against,” Hefts flamethrower. “so I might as well be ready for everything.”
*Heads off to find Rook."
“Die die die”
their dead but more will come
when he turns around a flood worm jumps on his helmet he has to use both hands to keep it away
“hellllllp!! Anyone help I don’t wanna die like this”
He yells at the top of his breath
After burning through hundreds of Flood and using up all the fuel in the flamethrower, J25 finally has a chance to take a break.
“Phoenix, bring up the IFF tags of Rook’s squad.”
His AI responds. “Got it Gears. They should be on your HUD now.”
“Thanks Phoenix. Wow, that’s a very tight formation. Is their commander an idiot?! One well placed grenade and BOOM! Bye-Bye ODST squad. Oh well, guess I’ll have to file a report on the commander’s stupidity.”
Heads off towards the IFF tags of the ODST squad.
Hears screams.
“That sounded like… ROOK!”
Bursts through door, popping the Flood on Rook’s helmet with a round from his DMR, then pulls out his SAW and guns down all the remaining Flood in the room.
“We have to get to the reactor blow up the base can’t let them spread only one left” shows him IFF tags
rook then runs to the reactor with only his flame grenades
“I’m feeling sleepy now.”
This gets an “Uh oh” from Phoenix. J25 then falls over.
Phoenix takes control of J25’s armor, gets up and continues where J25 left off.
“Wait did gears just pass out then who is in control” he says while they run
Sam figured it was time to stop wasting his life away in the pub and do something productive. On that idea, he adopted the fast travel method and locked in on the calls from Rook. He walked into the reactor close in tow behind Rook because he was just that fast, rifle in hand as he watched the man charge the reactor with a handful of grenades.
“Yeah that won’t exactly work. You need actual explosives for something like that.”
“I’m Phoenix, J25’s AI. Sam is right, let a pro handle this.”
Runs up to reactor and rigs a bunch of explosives.
“Well, technically J25 is the EOD, but I know my way around explosives too.”
“Cover him while he sets up the charges”
(Final entry into this thread, I’ll be writing myself out.)
Mr. Mac inside the cockpit of his NMPD pelican, used the Nav computer to find the whereabouts of the bar, and finding the timewarp trio. He sincerely hoped he could send himself back to the right universe. As he kicked down the bar door he startled the three kids, but they quickly settled down and stood expectantly as Mr. Mac approached them.
“Hey kids, how are you guys doing?”
“Fine!”
“Great!”
“Mr. Rebel sir, what they just said is a lie, we want to go home.”
Mr. Mac smiled at them. “You know, I do too. Lets give this damn…er…darn book one more try. First you three back to your dimension, then I’ll take the book with me back to 2558. I’ll see myself die first to get you guys home. Alright?”
“Yes Mr… what’s your name?”
“Mac, J.T.Mac. Call me whatever y’all feel comfortable with.”
“Okay Mac.”
The trio hand over the book, and as Mr. Mac flips through the pages the fabric of the universe itself quakes at every page turn. “Are y’all ready?”
“Yes Mr. Mac, we’re ready.” answered the trio.
“Alright, count of three boys! Three! Two! One!” Zap! In an instant Mr. Mac found himself and the trio hanging onto him in the living room of a house, fresh from the fantasy books. This must have been what 1985 was like.
“Ma! Pa! We’re home!” Yelled the trio simultaneously.
Mr. Mac had never had a bigger sense of joy explode in his heart ever before. He was truly happy for the boys, but he feared that he would not get the same experience in sending himself back.
“Bye y’all, it was fun while it lasted.” Mr. Mac let out with a whisper.
With that, Mr. Mac flipped open the pages of the book, and sent himself back to 2558, or at least what he figured it to be. Upon returning however, Mr. Mac found himself unsatisfied with his own reality. He was tired of war, of fighting, and anger. Jacob Torrey Mac decided to live out the rest of his days as an explorer of the universe. He traveled throughout the dimensions of time, living a while in certain realities and then leaving before he was able to change the courses of history. He died a peaceful death, in a nice feather bed, in the year 1998.
[END TRANSMISSION: ERROR//089/FRAGMENT NOT FOUND_199576839438784]
Rook throws the flame grenades to J25 and sam
“cover me”
rook then tries to overload the reactor by focusing all the power to one reactor
(Seeya, Miraak. I’ll miss your posts. I liked reading the depth. If you’re ever interested in RPing, check out the Infinity RP.)
Sam held the grenade in his hand. “The crap am I supposed to do with this?”
“How much time do we have” he yells at pheonix"
Sam casually tossed the grenade to J25. “My throwing arm’s not that great,” he said, yanking the charging handle of his rifle.
He was toting anti-personnel rounds, semi-armor-piercing hollow points. Flicking his selector to full auto, he grounded his stance, shouldered his weapon, and acquired the first gangly figure that came into view. Sadly, it just turned out to be an injured Marine with some serious gait issues. Worse yet, he caught onto the fact that the ODST was aiming his way and nearly fell over in a panic.
“My bad,” Sam called out. “Sorry.”
With that, he caught sight of an actual infected personnel. With a breath, he unleashed a five round burst and all but obliterated the creature’s grotesque body in a confetti cloud of greenish, mottled tissue. “One down.”
“Pheonix how much time do we have”
rook then chops up a flood with his tomahawk
“Lets just run”
they run until they get to they helipad Sam’s gun cleared the way
“get aboard”
rook sat down realizing he has a bullet wound in his chest
“g-guys”
rook puts his hands over the wound but blood is still coming out
Sam pushed off one foot, covered a short distance to their Pelican, his feet finding purchase on the blood tray as he grabbed the handle. Holding his rifle at hip-level, he topped off the rest of his magazine on a group of Flood forms like some 80s action hero, because why the hell not.
He turned his head upon hearing his rifle’s bolt lock back, just in time to see Rook clutching his chest. Blood seeped through his armor. “Damn it…”
As the Pelican lifted off, Sam braced himself, reaching for his Individual First Aid Kit with one hand. Pulling it away, he withdrew a can of biofoam from it. “Hold still, man,” he said, pulling at Rook’s shoulder. “I don’t see an exit wound. You’re gonna need a field surgeon.” With that, he put the nozzle of his biofoam can to his wound and filled the wound. “This should stop the bleeding in the mean time.”
Rooks passes out from the shock of the bullet and it burning inside him he can handle plasma shots but never thought he would get shot by a bullet