D-38 Boss

15 minutes since they started, D.J. finally forced himself to not flinch at every shot, and was hitting the target every time. Not accurately, but a hit was a hit. He shoved in his 11th magazine, and switched to a prone position. He found it much easier. After a full mag, he had worked his way from just hitting the target, to a 4 inch grouping on center mass. "Well, slap me hard and call me Oswald... I think I'm getting the hang of this shooting thing." He slid another mag in, and kept at it. "'course, I had to remember which side of the gun I was on first..."

"Jubyur 1,2, and 3. Check in." Ty said into his [ENCRYPTED!!!!] radio. "Jubyur 1 here! we're bored!" The distinctly Unggoy voice said. "Jubyur 2, no bad guys!" "Jubyur 3, we put a big bomb on the road. When do we get to make it go boom?" "Jubyur 3, hopefully we won't have to, but keep your eyes open. we're engaging Human enemies. Insurrectionists.I trust you'll know what to do." "Yes Sir! Big Boom!" Ty turned off his radio and chuckled. What the Grunts lacked in brute strength, they more than made up for with explosive enthusiasm. Literally. He switch radio channels, and turned the radio back on. "Lightbringer 1, Report." "No sign of any enemies. They may not have reached this area yet." "Alright. keep those swords ready. Nothing sends an Insurrectionist running like an Energy Sword." "We'll give them something to run from. Lightbringer out." Ty switched channels again. "Patton 1, Sitrep." "This Patton 1. Eyes on. Small force." It was one of the Companies higher ranking Jackals. "Attack?" "Negative. Let Jubyur have their fun. You and Lightbringer 1 will mop them up afterwards. Let Jubyur know they've got work to do." "Yes." Ty switched channels one last time. "To the Insurrectionist forces so foolishly marching towards their deaths, I have 3 words for you. Come get us." He flipped off his radio, and kicked his feet up. His troops all knew what to do. All he had to do was watch.

Ty arrived back at command central. "Give me a Sitrep, now!" A young woman turned and handed him a data pad. "Insurrectionists. We've just received a report that one carrying an I.E.D. was stopped by a Detachment from Lightbringer Company. No casualties." "Excellent. Send out more patrols. I want Jubyur positioned on all main roads with ambushes set up. We're locking down our territory." "Yes sir!" Ty jogged over to his office, and booted up his computer. He'd need to micromanage everything to keep his people alive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qB7eqwKYdy4

D.J. slapped a fresh magazine into the mag well, and worked the charging handle. He pressed the stock into his shoulder, and gently squeezed the trigger. Unfortunately, he flinched in anticipation of the recoil, which was much less than he expected, and missed the target completely. "Damn... Alright... just relax Deej... you can do this..." He took aim again. Once again, he flinched before the shot. "Jesus..." He muttered. "Quit bein' such a B---- D.J."

Ty was crouching in the Snow, with his Fifty-seveN firmly gripped in his hands. "Dammit! This place was supposed to uninhabited!" He stood up and turned to Jason. "I've got to go make sure my people are safe. I'll see you around." And with that, he sprinted off.

"Considering I'm technically on the U.N.S.C.'s S--- list, I'm not exactly comfortable explaining my troop strength with one of their Highest ranking officers. I know we're friends and all, but I'm just covering all my bases. Literally."

Ty looked at the orb in his hands. The Scientists would mess themselves once they got their hands on it. "Finally paying off your tab? Most people use money, you know..."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. This area is Highly classified." Ty smirked. "Besides, we're quite a while away from our base. Suffice to say, our tech is still how you remember it, but why fix what isn't broken?"

"Well... good. This place is our new forward base for MMS we've been establishing. The strange thing is, you're the first contact we've had since we got here, about.... I want to say, 8 months ago... We haven't even heard from the main Board of Directors back home..." Ty paused and thought for a bit, but shook his head to focus. "But you say an EMP hit you?"

Which is precisely why i clarified. My apologies.

You forgot to mention the MMS board of Directors. WHERE HALO GEEK GOT HIS IDEA!! I think... I could be wrong, and it's just a coincidence...

Ty Stepped out of his hiding spot, and moved out into the open. "Mr. Krenakov." Ty said, nervously eyeing the Spartan escorts. "May I ask why the U.N.S.C. is suddenly massing troops here?"

"Eh... close enough..." Ty flipped the switch on his desk's radio. "Clearance granted, Transmitting Co-ordinates now. You know the deal, No more than 2 escorts. I'll meet you there. Bundle up, it's chilly." Ty stood up and pulled on his Winter Camo jacket, before rushing out of the door.

Guns 343? really? Guns?!?! HOW MANY OTHER GAMES HAVE HAD GUNS IN THEM?!?!?! GET YOUR OWN IDEAS YOU TALENTLESS HACKS!!!!

Yeah, Ty's usually the one who tries to be witty. Any way... next chapter is in the works, keep an eye out.

[i would've said that's Meta gaming, but A: you're staff, and B: our characters have probably worked together before.] MacMillan heard his name called over the Open channel MMS used for outside contact. "Damn it... so much for being undetected." He switched on his radio and spoke clearly. "This is MacMillan. I can give you the Co-ordinates, but first, whats the clearance code?" If it was really who Ty thought it was, it didn't matter, but regulations were there for a reason.

Or me, Pretty much as long as One staff okays it, and not every other staff member disapproves, it's good. Also, just make sure your Person, or faction is art of one of the Three major ones. It's central to the flow of the game.

In M.M.S.' HQ, alarms were blaring. C.E.O. Tyler "Ty" MacMillan made his way to the Command Center, intent on finding out why his evening drink was being interrupted. He punched in his Command code, and the Door to the Central Command room slid open. "Alright people, what's all the fuss about?" One of the central Operators looked up from his Computer screen. "Sir! it looks like we have contacts on the Island. I.D. signatures match the U.N.S.C." Ty leaned over to look at the data on the screen, but couldn't make heads or tails of it. "Alright... let's keep a cool head here. We've got a good rap with the U.N.S.C. so we shouldn't make any rash decisions. Let's keep all operations to a minimal, and make sure our Power usage is minimal. if we keep hidden, we'll be fine. if they find us, we may have to re-locate." Ty turned and headed off to his office, hoping he'd be able to find an update from one of his contacts in the U.N.S.C. about troop movements. "Keep me posted. I want a report every half hour." "Yes Sir!"

However you wanna spin it. It's still great. keep it up.

O_O Now mine seems mediocre in comparison... Keep up the great work!

MacMillan Military Solutions. A.K.A. MMS – Alignment: Neutral, Species: Mixed. Back during the war with the Covenant, when he was 18, Master Sergeant Tyler Mitchel MacMillan served as an ODST, fighting in New Mombassa during the assault on Earth. Seeing the destruction and death, he decided the UNSC were not capable of protecting its citizens, and left the Military. His entire squad followed suit, having seen the same horrors of the Covenant attack. Secretly, they recruited like-minded Civilians, Military personnel, and scientists. Eventually, they had gathered a large following. He and his initial squad pooled what money they had, and purchased a ship. They left Earth, establishing a base of command on an uninhabited planet, they had named Ulysses, after Ulysses S. Grant, The famous U.S. general from the American civil war. After a few years, the universe knew about MacMillan Military Solutions, a Militaristic Society, and a Bastion of Civilization, Taking missions from the highest bidder, with an 80% success rate. All able bodied people must serve a minimum of two years in one of MMS’s military branches, whether it be the Navy, Air force, Army, or, if you are lucky enough to be chosen, Razgriz Brigade. MMS welcomes all species, as long as they leave any political ties, and Ideologies, behind. MMS’s Navy is the smallest of the Branches, only made up of 5 “Gwan Yu” class frigates, and 800 Modified Su-47 “Burkuts” What it lacks in numbers, it makes up for in tactical brilliance, using Guerilla warfare and ambush to effectively wipe out forces 10 times its size. The air force is much more developed, and Is Ulysses’ first, and last line of defense. Equipped with 5,000 Refurbished Falcons, and 200 “Burkuts” It is small in size, but deal massive damage with specialized bombs, combining Covenant plasma, and conventional warheads. MMS’s army is the largest, most used branch, at 15,000 Active soldiers. With every one in four being a non-human. Due to racial tensions, most of the Companies are segregated, except for Argo and Patton Company. The companies are as follows: Outsider Company: Made up of Human’s who were deemed “Risky” But were still able to serve. Most people in Outsider Company wear the name proudly, as Outsider has an impressive list of achievements to their name. Numbers: 500, Mostly men. Jubyur Company: Jokingly refered to as “Jub Jub” For its first year, People at H.Q. thought this battalion of Grunts would be wiped out in its first mission. 2 years later, this Hardened battalion of Unggoy is owed more drinks than any other platoon. Their missions almost never enter open fighting, as their penchant for explosive ambushes borders on Overkill. Numbers: 250, all Unggoy. Lightbringer Company: The Sangheli Company, Suited to city clearing operations. Utilizing their modified energy swords, they strike fear into the enemy, before cutting them down with a minimum of fuss, then disappearing as quickly as they came. Numbers: 1,000. Argo Company: The Armoured Battalion, composed of 100 “Granite” Tanks, and 50 “Kobold” Plasma Artillery units. Numbers: 250. Meteor Company: Basic human infantry. Most of them are Civilian Militia, who distrust most of the Alien races. They don’t have a particularly impressive rap sheet, but they make up with it with enthusiasm. Numbers: 3,000. Patton Company: MMS’s Army’s main force. Patton Company is the primary company, made up of all races. To be in this unit is to contribute to MMS’s continued survival as a society, and all members work together well, or they won’t come back. Numbers: 10,000. All races, both genders. Finally, there is Razgriz Brigade. The best of the best, led by Tyler MacMillan personally. Only the best of the best make it here, and they are very selective of who they admit, with new members being chosen by the current members. They are mainly Human and Sangheli, but there are a few Kig-yar, and surprisingly, 2 Unggoy. Numbers: 30 Most of the major decisions that affect Society or Military, are made by the board of Directors. Tyler MacMillan appointed several people to run MMS’s day to day, to allow him to continue working in the field. Members are elected to the board by either Democratic Election, or Military Promotion. The board consists of 10 members, who vote on major issues, deciding by Majority. In the event of a stalemate, the decision is passed to MacMillan. Play on MMS if you want to: Play as any race (EVEN YOUR OWN!) and interact with all races on a friendly level. Play in a heavily Military based style. Earn the chance to be promoted to the Board of Directors, and influence MMS’s future. Make your own technology, or use older tech that has been upgraded. Have no affiliations, Idealogy’s, or causes, just the job. Play both sides against the middle. And Here's my Staff Char: Name: Tyler Mitchell MacMillan Species: Human Gender: Male Weakness: Human things. you know.... bullets... broken bones... the things that kill humans. Also has an addiction to Cigars. Alignment: Neutral, C.E.O. of MMS Skills and Abilities: Excellent strategist in Small Squad Tactics. Top marksman with almost any weapon type (As long as they are human) Talented driver. Personality: Off the job, MacMillan is that drinking buddy everybody wants. He cracks jokes, he'll buy you more drinks than you can stomach, and he'll even play wingman for you. But in the field, he's a separate person. Calm, Cool, and collected, his top priority is to make sure everyone comes home. He has a strong dislike for those in MMS who are only concerned with the money, for when he founded it, it was on the basis of protecting it's people, not making money doing other faction's dirty work. (Preferred) Weapons and Objects: M-8A, Refirbished XM8 assault rifle. Fifty-seveN (Refirbished Five-seveN Pistol) Gauss Warthog. Appearance: Comparatively short for a human, at 5 foot 7, and small at 150 pounds. He has short messy black hair, and sharp green eyes. He tends to switch between a full beard, and a thick chin scruff. He's not muscular, and actually looks underfed. Backstory/Bio: Serving as an ODST when the Covenant attacked New Mombassa, Ty saw first hand the failure of the UNSC to protect it's people. After that job, he and his squad, Along with a few Scientists, Families, and other Military personnel who were fed up with the UNSC, went AWOL, taking a ship off planet, and establishing themselves on a new planet; Ulysses. Now, MMS is a strong force in the galaxy, and known to all as a bastion of society. MacMillan still works in the field, leaving the politics and Day to day to other, more qualified people, stating: "I'm just a dumb grunt. point me at something, and I'll kill it. leave the Pencil pushing to the softies."

Come on, 343, Floating platforms? You're ripping off every platforming game in history. Seriously, I respected you guys.