Surveillance

Ivan followed the path of the shards and came to a shocking sight. There were about five battalions of troops marching along the streets towards the command centre, and though now as numerous, there were wraiths and ghosts and banshees escorting the infantry. The Russian dashed to behind a building, and proceeded to climb up its wall. Atop the roof, Ivan could now see that forces clearly and frowned. There were so many! Well, he had to keep cool. "Captain Jacob, this is Ivan. On my Recon, I found quite an abundance of Covenant forces. I'd say about 200 infantry max, 15 wraiths, 30 ghosts, and 40 banshees. I think they want full control of this sector, and I mean supremacy in every way. Wait... oh ****!" Ivan cursed as he watched a beam of red, cyan, and purple descend down from the heavens. The moment the beam passed the horizon, there was a blinding flash of light and a shock wave, which sent the Recon Scout rocketing off the roof and into a wall. However the wall didn't catch him completely, and he fell on the ground with a thud.

WTF bro? I'm supposed to take over the RPs.

Ivan stood behind his commanding officer, Jacob, and looked around. The city wasn't that razed, at least the skyscrapers weren't. Otherwise the streets and homes were all screwed up. Cars were destroyed, and windows were shattered. There were some dead people, and fire was spreading slowly to other buildings. Ivan holstered his DMR on his back and yanked out his magnum. Instead of following the other marines, the Russian walked in front of Jacob and looked at him. It was strange having a rational leader. "Sir, I'm going to do what I do and get us some information. My HUD picked up a trail of microscopic plasma shards and I'm going to follow that, see what I pick up. Be back ASAP." Ivan told Jacob and then turned around. He also set his visor to follow the shards. Recon and secrecy was what Ivan did, and he would gladly do his job that nobody else could do then do what the other soldiers did. While following the trail, Ivan turned his radio on. Communication would be nice. He could also probably tap into Covenant networks, and since he did linguistics, he could understand.

I'll do it, I want to start!

Hooray! I can't wait to start! Also Wolfy, Russians don't take offense on that topic. I wanted to no similarities with our characters, why can't you understand that?

Name- Ivan Barishnykov Rank- Corporal Service Tag- I674 Type- Scout Appearance- Short, snow white hair with bluish eyes. Caucasian skin, 5 feet 10 inches. Armour- HAZOP Helmet with black visor. Scout(Halo 4) pauldrons on each side. Has the black and yellow 'Nuke' emblem. TACTICAL/PATROL for his chest and has his armor paint job as steel and black. Ammo on waist. Has a special 'active camo' armor modification. Weapons- Modified Armor piercing DMR, magnum, frag grenades. Specialty- Reconnaissance, Stealth, Secrecy, Linguistics. History/backstory- Ivan joined the UNSC as soon as he got out of college. When he was sent to reach, Ivan was put in the marine company Charlie-Victor, and liked the decision. He did reconnaissance for several people and brought back amazing information that most likely no other scout could get. Now he is with his company in Mombass.

Looks great! Can't wait for more!

[i'm sorry... but I can't do this. I have so many other things in life... mandatory. I'm sorry if this is saddening. But I'll try to post when I can. Same thing for the militia rp. Sorry ]

"Ty, not to say that you are bonedead stupid, but I think you forgot to disarm the-" before Jason could finish his sentence over the radio, a scientist piped up with worrying news. "Sir! The bomb went off! It brought down hundreds of tons of debris and smashed the entrance to the valley. It also killed a few people, but I don't think they are MacMillan's." Dammit! What can we do now? If I fire one cannon from even my smallest frigate, that will take out the whole Frost Region, Jason told himself. A ship worker dashed up to the Chairman. "Councilman Jason, the Insurrectionists have mobilized and are beginning to march to MacMillan's base. The somehow got through the crushed valley. Probably using means of artillery. Should we send some of our troops? The scanners say that the Innies brought about 150 troops, with 2 artillery guns." "No. They are neutral, so we won't help. And, I want to see the strength of Ty's military." Jason said. The worker nodded and then walked back to his post.

Jason watched as Ty dashed back to his base. There was a sign of a good leader in MacMillan, always the people before himself. However the Chairman had other things to do so he began to walk into his transport. But something caught his eye. A large container with a radioactive symbol stationed on the back of a snowmobile. Another Insurrectionist was on the snowmobile too, but cackled and drove off. They were going to destroy Ty's new forward base. "Into the ships! Now! Spartans, into the escorts." Jason said while racing back into his transport. He made an attempt to warn Ty about the nuke, but the snow just shambled the communications. It would also take longer for Jason to get back to his orbiting Super Cruiser and contact Ty from there then the snowmobile from getting to MacMillan's base. The Chairman sighed as he realized the terrible truth: Ty was on his own. --- By the time Jason had reached his cruiser, the nuke had to have blown up. But there were no signs of any explosion. Maybe it took longer? Regardless, Ty still didn't know, and there was nothing Jason could to to warn him.

"You know I wouldn't tell HIGHCOM, but I guess security is security. Anyway, I'll see you later. We can continue this conversation from our ships, if you so choose." Jason replied as he turned around. Before he could get into the ship, there was a flash of light and an explosion on top of the mountain. The Spartans reacted and stepped in front of Jason. They fired at the explosion, and somehow got two good hits. A human fell down onto the snow, staining it with blood. "Damn Insurrectionists. Now they are here?" the Chairman grumbled.

Cavril saw the new tall guy, but he still had a few inches on him. The Russian guessed that Jacob was 6.2 and he 6.4. Now there were two people to stare at, him and Jacob. Of course Cavril knew Jacob wouldn't have the ice cold voice and creepy stare that he had. When Cavril finally got to the front of the group, he picked up 12 magazines and didn't turn the power on until he needed too. With the magazines loaded, the gun was a bit heavier. At the firing range, the Russian put the gun in a fire-from-the-hip position, only to aim down the sights a few seconds later. It was a nice Iron Sight, and it helped a lot. Cavril powered the gun on, and put his finger on the trigger. Like instructed, he fired in controlled bursts, which surprisingly was more accurate then just spraying. After Cavril's mag was done, he loaded another one and crouched down. He was just as accurate, but he didn't have to aim up because of his height. Some day that would be the death of him. Finally, the Russian went into a prone position. Cavril decided that 94% of the bullets it the target. He stood back up again and loaded another mag. He had 9 more to use.

Also there was an error with your post JI. The Arcadian IS the UNSC. So you could just say UNSC instead of both.

"If figured there are better things that you could use then money. Besides, what is the use? Galactic law states an organization is allowed to create its own currency and get it made into Galactic credits. You could just do that, creating credits. Anyway, can you give me a LITTLE info on the strength/size of your military? Just so I know, in case both of us get attacked." Jason replied. Hopefully this would end the Chairman's debt to Ty. A long time ago, Jason had bought some things from MMS and had to pay back. It wasn't that much, but paying back in good technology was always better.

"Highly classified. Right. Anyway, I have something to give you." Jason fished through his pack and had to put it on the ground to find what he was looking for. Finally when he found it, the Chairman cracked his back. A shiny spherical object colored a light blue beamed through a carbon glass cylinder. The glass was an insulator, so the heat from the sphere couldn't penetrate the walls of the container. "This, my old friend, is a Star Core. Taken from VY Canis Majoris herself, this small star core can power five ships the size of Infinity at the same time. That is what the UNSC has been using to power everything they have, of course we still have backups as well. Anyhow, this core never runs out of power and never needs anything to power it. Self sustaining. Enjoy." he said, smiling.

"Yeah. The eggheads told me that it was emanating from the cobalt/hydrogen core of this planet. Now from my basic knowledge of science, cobalt and hydrogen cannot send out waves of energy that EMP machines for a few hours and then keep us from leaving, so the eggheads also told me that it had to be some kind of tech. I have reason to believe that is the same reason you cannot contact your Board of Directors. The EMP stasis shield prevents communication waves or any physical object from leaving the orbit of the planet. So basically we are stuck here, until further notice. I'm cut off from the rest of the UNSC. You will be cut off from your Directors until we can get this field off." Jason replied. He kicked some snow a little and shuffled his feet, allowing the blood to flow back to his limbs. "And Ty, if you don't mind, I would like to tour your facility. See how your military is doing, check our your technology, that kind of stuff. I'll leave 8 off my ten escorts here and bring two, so your workers and soldiers don't get nervous."

No problem.

No I did not. JI told me that I should have a Council, so I went from that. No copying on that topic.

"Mr. MacMillan. Nice to see you, old friend. Anyway now we must focus on the present. The Arcadian's sudden massing was an accident. I was patrolling with 30% of the UNSC's military, about 157,920,000 forces, and this strange EMP field pulled us in. It was actually quite large, which allowed my armies to stay in orbit, so we don't have to worry about that. If I was lying to you, I wouldn't be the Chairman of the UNSC Galactic Arcadian. The job was strictly about honesty. Did the same thing happen with you?" Jason asked. He hoped that this would go smoothly, as they hadn't seen each other in nearly 25 years. There was no other way inside Arcoast without getting through the EMP field, so they couldn't leave. At least, not yet. I wonder how successful his Industry is. He doesn't seem worried, Jacob thought.

Confederacy of the Storm (NOT THE STORM COVENANT FROM HALO 4, EVEN THOUGH THE PRIMARY RACE IS SANGHEILI) Alignment: Good Alliances: UNSC Galactic Arcadian The Confederacy of the Storm was built by species of the Covenant who had different ideas and views. They wanted to be part of the UNSC, almost like a branch. HIGHCOM agreed, but they would have to work under the Galactic Arcadian as allies. Not much else is known about them, only that they will do whatever they can to help the Arcadian. It has a military population of 40,000 and a civilian population of none- all of them joined the military. Military Military Leadership is authoritarian, being a democracy but being run by a two powerful people: a Sangheili High General and a Sangheili Politician. The Army is the most active branch, reaching 25,000 active members. It has many vehicles such as wraiths, ghosts, stuff they stole from the Covenant. The Navy is an important branch to the Confederacy. It has 10,000 members, 1 Supreme Covenant Cruiser, 4000 Serpents, and about 20 battle cruisers. The Air force has about 5,000 members, along with a lot of things they stole from the Covenant like banshees, lichs, phantoms, seraphs, etc.

"Thank you. I shall follow your rules and only bring two escorts. The other 50,000 ships are just going to the UNSC claimed areas. my ship is the Imperial Arcadian Transport, or IAT. Thanks for the warning also, my first trip into the Frost region. See you there as well." Jason said and turned away from the holographic table. He was finally reuniting with his old friend, Ty MacMillan. New beginnings, one would say. "Ready my ship, load the escorts with 5 Spartan IIIs each. I'm not sure what else could be living in that zone. I'll be back in an hour or half. Council of Five, disperse into the three Supreme Cruisers. Having us all in one place is dangerous." the Chairman said. There were a few Yes Sir's and some mumbling. Jason returned to his quarters and brought his plasmatized magnum, just in case. He also yanked on his extreme weather camouflaged jacket. Jason boarded the transport, and relaxed for the ride... ---- After a few minutes, they entered the atmosphere of the planet Arcoast was on. Snow was falling and covered up the back window, so obviously they had reached the Frost Region. The ship and its escorted landed in the middle of the four mile radius to meet Ty. Jason jumped up from his chair and walked out of the transport, happy seeing his Spartan IIIs filing out of the two Sovetins. Now all they had to do was wait.

((Sorry for the little meta-game, I knew I did it. But if I can't find you, how are we supposed to progress the story? I guess I can just make up the clearance code?)) "So, you got my message. Sorry about the intrusion, but anyway. The clearance code is: 'Evacuate to VY Canis Majoris at 1500 hours'." Jason said. He had known the clearance code ever since he met Ty, and never forgot it. MacMillan had told him about it when they were both privates, working on the UNSC Lights On. They had worked together forever, and never forgot each other's secrets. The strange thing was, Ty never seemed to like the UNSC. It was minor, but somehow Jason could stare through it. If he changed the code, then I'll be angry, the Chairman thought.

Sure. I'll have to approve the weapons and species however.

Jason stood on the bridge in his Super Cruiser and watched 25,000 out of his 157,920,000 forces travel down to the planet. He had been on the planet once before, and had marked three out of the 5 sections UNSC: the Green Zone, the Ocean zone, and the Heat Zone. The rest were left for any other colonists. An officer ran up with a report about some statistics, and Jason smiled after he saw them. All 157,920,000 forces detected. No action has been taken from detectors, but advise to keep on the defensive. Detectors: Y7 Elite Batteries Power Core: F4-8 Cosmic - 2/10 power Weaponry: Unknown. Location: Frost Region - Exact Coords: Unknown "I want to know their weapons and why the power is running so low. Something seems familiar about that type of technology. Is.. it.. oh! So MacMillan is here. I actually wondered if he would show up, and I need to talk to him." Jason ordered. "Jason," his appointed tactician for the council of five began,"the only logical reason they would run their power core so slow is to stop us from getting their power signature and detecting them. But we know where they are and that they are here, somewhere in a 4 mile range of the North Frost. I suggest sending a message that we mean no harm." "Good idea. Thanks for the info. You and the rest of the Council of Five get over here. Stand continually behind me in a V formation. We need to make this look sophisticated." the Chairman replied. Three remaining members of the Council formed a V behind Jason, and he opened the camera. The message started recording. "CEO Macmillan. This is the Council of Five of the UNSC Galactic Arcadian. We mean you know harm. Our Sovetins and Frigates were simply landing in the UNSC claimed areas. I personally would like to talk. I'm meeting you in the Frost Region. Apparently you are somewhere in a 4 mile range of the North and either in the mountains or underground or in the sky. See you there." Jason finished and the message was sent to Macmillan. "Turn up the scanners. I want to know if anyone else is here." "Yes sir!" the scanning crew replied almost instantly.

Name: Jason Krenakov Species: Human Gender: Male Weakness: Arrogant sometimes, focused, commanding. He wants a lot done in a little amount of time. All the usual things that kill humans. Alignment: Good - Galactic Arcadian Skills and Abilities: Jason is a very smart man, thus his skills of leadership and tactical brilliance make him a great chairman. He is actually a very capable fighter, carrying some weapons to defend himself. He also learned how to hack and how to outsmart many of his enemies. Because Jason was a civilian, the UNSC enhanced his body so he could fight better and run away quickly if he needed to. Personality: Jason is very cold. He is open to suggestions and is a great leader, but has his times where he needs to be alone. A lot of his brilliant plans that won wars were formed on his own, with sometimes some help. That shows who he is of a person, and the other Councilpeople have taken an acknowledgement of that. Sometimes Jason can be fun and easy going, but this is a rare case. (Preferred) Weapons and Objects: A Combat knife, frag grenades, a modified plasma DMR called the GX 'Canine' and magnum. Appearance: Backstory/Bio: Jason joined the UNSC around the time of its creation, and served throughout the first human-covenant war. He quickly rose in the ranks for his great service and leadership. Eventually he became one of the Highest Admirals in a Fleet, but HIGHCOM wanted him for the Arcadian. They put him as the Chairman of the Arcadian Military Council of Five, and he brought the UNSC more power and glory then every before. However the Arcadian was lost, along with him, and he had 30% of the UNSC's military with him when he was lost, but that hardly made the UNSC vulnerable. Jason set up shop pretty quickly and was now commanding the Arcadian. One day he hoped to return to the UNSC with all of his forces, but that wouldn't be happening for a long time.