Surveillance

Kel bolted up, and grabbed Pershing by the leg. He then spun around and flung the ODST into a wall, cracking his back a tiny bit. "Damn, no wonder they made you a squad leader." Laughed Kel as he got ready again.

((My character Vilcus? If not, then Vilcus will just see the new species.)) Vilcus The Last Precursor Vilcus entered the Milky Way galaxy. It was a wonderful place, thriving with life. Though he could see that many planets looked like glass. Even though he could travel the speed of light, he decided to stroll around at a slow pace of 250,000 miles per hour. Vilcus saw many ships and stations. He wondered what he could find....

(GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU POSTING YOUR MISSION IN THE OFF DUTY THREAD?> TDQSbdeewfgew)))

((I'm not even going to get angry... you just... GAH))

((wsndbvdwefbweafbewhf! CABOOSE! USE BRACKETS WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T RELATE TO THE RP! YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE))

Me too!

646 Eternal Nova "I agree with Kjal and the Sangheili. You do not have enough resources to pull of such an attack. Now, what I have deciphered is quite incredible. The most important part, says this: The knowledge of our predecessors will free us from our bonds. What the Sentinel translators think this means, is you have to use some part of Forerunner weaponry to get out of some upcoming problem. All else is unknown." Nova chimed. A human general gritted his teeth at Nova.

Kel rushed at Pershing, thunder clapping his temples making his skull crush. Then the Arbiter sent Pershing to the ceiling with an uppercut.

Kel walked into the room, assuming a fighting stance, he was sure to beat this human. ((Now Ledgend, since the Arbiter is like the strongest elite alive, he will win, but you put up a good fight. Sound okay?))

((I absolutely LOVE how casual your guy is. It kind of makes me feel giddy LOL)) Kel took a swig and put the bottle on the table. "Nice job. You're lucky you get a squad. I work alone because I'm an Arbiter." He moved his mandibles a little bit. "I just got back. My mission went fairly well. Had to face four Sangheili Ultras in sword combat. It would have been easier, but I haven't been myself. But I got the datapad and made it out undetected. I was the best swordsman in the Covenant and problem still am. Just need a day's worth of training." The Arbiter looked toward a door to a small room and pointed at it. "You up for some hand to hand combat training?" He asked Pershing.

Kel looked at Pershing. "Take it. It is high quality. Specially made from the Brewer." He tossed it to Pershing and then sat down on the couch. "How was your first mission?" The Arbiter asked the ODST. Kel almost died on his first one. He could normally take on Field Marshals and even High Councilors in single combat and come out with no problem, but he wasn't himself lately. Kel was confident within a day of training he would be back to his old Arbiter self, ready to kick ***.

68. Failing to sword block.

This sounds interesting. I would definitely play it! But it would be hard to implement. Maybe on the 720....

I agree with most of these. The rest I couldn't care less about.

Looks fun! I'll have to try it out sometime.

((I thought you said he was on probation! GRRRRR))

Me too... it lived a short life. :sad:

Kel arrived on the moon discreetly. It was surrounded by Covenant forces. No entry point other than the front, which was suicide. Besides, he was on an intelligence mission. No bloodshed was required. The Arbiter climbed up onto the roof of the base, and made quick work of the Sangheili Sentry by snapping its neck. The armor had two red eye holes, and the sentry was carrying a beam rifle. Kel's cloaking remote served him well throughout the years. The armor fit snug over his own armor, so he had the perfect disguise. It was time to get the mission done. Kel dropped in through the roof, and made his way down the halls.... FZZZT! Kel's energy sword sliced a Sangheili in two. There was one problem, Sentries weren't allowed in this area. It was restricted to Officers and the Commanding Zealot only. He had to get the information and hightail it out of here. The hallways were filled with Grunts and Jackals. A quick plasma grenade could take them out easily. But wanting no more bloodshed, Kel activated his cloaking remote and sneaked past them. He came into a room, and it was heavily guarded. Four Sangheili Ultras. All protecting a electronic pedestal of data. Kel could slip in a flash drive and get out, but he would get caught. Ultras were made because of there good hearing, and would find Kel in a matter of seconds. So the only choice was to take all of them on in sword combat. He made his way into the room and shut down the alarm, so they couldn't call for back up. Then, he uncloaked and the Ultras attacked the Arbiter. Kel deflected two swift swords, and kicked out at another Ultra. It stumbled back and was dazed for a few seconds. Kel ducked under a sword but was given a kick to his face, which sent him back a few feet. The Ultra he had stunned a few seconds ago tried to regain its composure but grunted and fell to the floor as the Arbiter's sword passed through it. One down, three to go, Kel thought as his downward strike was swiftly deflected. He rammed his fist into one of the Ultras' elbow, causing it to drop the sword. Kel took this moment to thrust his sword into the Ultra's stomach, and it fell dead. He picked up another sword, ducked and swung his dual swords, then finally the remaining Sangheili dropped to the ground. Kel seized the datapad and sneaked out to the roof. He jumped off and into his ship, flying back to Eagle's Talon. "This is Kel, mission successful, docking now." The Arbiter said as he flew into the hangar. Kel raced off to the rec room, hoping to rest.

Awesome!

"I'm going to go out for a bit, just to scavenge some things. Be back in a half an hour." Cavril said as folded up his piano into a cube and he climbed down the ladder. His axe made quick work of a walker that was meandering. Again, he thought he saw something, or someone in that nest. Cavril made his way toward the spot where he was originally playing. For some reason he didn't notice the package of Neosporin and picked it up. What Cavril didn't know, was that soon he would be greeted by another scavanger, from the mysterious nest.

I want a mission! And remember, I'm the Arbiter, so hardest of difficult of the insane of hard.

"Don't ever mention anything we already know. It gets annoying." Cavril turned his attention back to the piano, now playing faster.

"I'm Cavril. Best Pianist in Europe, last surviving Russian." He was still playing the piano, hoping to get some enjoyment out of them. "I hope you can hold your own kid. I don't take kindly to cannibalism."

Cavril noticed another person come into the window. He had already set up his piano and was playing it softly but swiftly. "Who is this kid?" He raised his voice over the soft noise of the piano. Cavril switched to a fast-sad song, it seemed fitting for the state of the world.

"There are two places I know that are safe, the Himalayas and Antarctica. But now I'm stuck in this city, forced to deal with zombies." Cavril said.