Composite Armour

A large clank interrupted Eric's slow, uneventful drive through the corridors. The scorpions were mopping up the infantry nicely. The clank was followed by the tank shaking, with dulled sounds of the explosion that caused it. "Crap! Cover me, checking suspension." He quickly leaned down. "Holy...Murphy! We got...ARRRRGH!" "Gunner!?" He leaned back up to see the lifeless body of his gunner being hoisted up and thrown from the tank. "Crap!" He readied his pistol and watched as the elite peered into the inside of the tank. A few bullets left the mag and hit the elite in the head. It's shields flared and it flinched, doing little more then piss him off. Eric was stuck in an akward melee, with the elite having trouble moving inside the tank and Eric unable do anything other then call it hurtful names, a Tactic which he tried. He got on the comms. "Anyone, the scorpions have been ambushed, I need urgent support! I've got a El..."

Eric looked up at the opened hatch with his gun pointed. "Bloody hell, would you not do that. We're in a battle here." He lowered his gun and signaled to his gunner that everything was ok. "We've no idea. One of the Spartans led us, said we need to secure the corridors, we lost sight of him a few minutes ago." He checked his tacpad quickly. "We haven't heard anything from command, we're operating as a wolf pack. Reminds me of Reach."

Full Name: Eric Murphy Occupation: Tank Corps, Commander. Armor Aesthetics: Modified ODST Helmet, Most of the lower visor replaced with metal plates. Heavy ballistic vest over Jumpsuit. Given yellow/black camoflauge. Facial Appearance: Short black hair, blue eyes. light beard. Equipment/Weapon of choice: Modified SMG, larger clip, Extended barrel and FMJ rounds. Combat knife as backup. Backstory: The son of a mechanic on Earth, Eric was a natural with vehicles. He showed an uncanny ability to operate and maintain everything from bikes to trucks. This talent was not ignored by the UNSC and Eric was drafted into the MC, where he wound up with a frontline Engineering team, repairing damaged vehicles as they came back from battle. When the station was rushed by a covenant force, Eric was forced to defend himself. Him and several others manned whatever they could. As the gunner of a Scorpion with disabled treads, Eric took what little training he had and used it. Taking out two Wraiths and a banshee before the tank was taken out, Eric knew where he belonged. His second engagement was in the seat of a Scorpion, At Reach. Fighting for survival and sometimes even acting alone, Eric became a Tank ace with multiple confirmed kills. He was evacuated on board the UNSC Aegis fate and escaped the fate of reach. He regretted not being able to take action during the invasion of Earth, but he took the first opportunity and got aboard the UNSC Infinity. He's now heading for his fourth engagement in his trusty armoured beast.

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"This is perfect, ah? Were just going to keep running!" John looked to each of his squadmates...no...not his squadmates. They were turned to ash with the rest of reach. He looked at these people, who he ended up escaping, fleeing more like, with. Another planet lost to the fire. He thought about it, he could feel the rage growing. What happens when they get to earth? Will they keep running then? Even as the human race and it's history is burned to ash, the planet becoming nothing more then a radioactive rock. He looked out at the ashes of Reach. "Just going to keep ******* RUNNING! ARGH!" He fell to knees. "COME ON YOU ********! I've been waiting long enough." He bowed his head, looking at the ground. The ashes of millions dead scattered around him.

This is the place for people who want to gather a few allies to help fight the war against the reapers. All soldiers welcome, we need every able body we can get. Platform: GT/ID/PSN/Wiiu(?): Difficulty: (What one do you feel most comfortable with or play most often?) Manifest: (If you don't know about this, google N7 hq and search for your ID) Favorite Kit: Favorite Weapon: Favorite Power: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Platform: Xbox 360 GT: Ledgend1221 Difficulty: Gold Manifest: http://social.bioware.com/n7hq/home/?name=Ledgend1221&platform=xbox Favorite Kit: N7 Destroyer Favorite Weapon: N7 Typhoon Favorite Power: Devastator mode If anyone has any questions, PM me. I know much about the game mechanics that you may or may not know. (The stuff that's not mentioned in game at all). Do your damn job N7!

5.56? What will you kill with a 5.56?

I want to try and steer this thing towards negotiations.

Load outs should be removed from MM. Spawning with a DMR or BR causes a nasty trend. Look at Valhalla, people can just camp the center with DMRs. Long-range combat should be a resource that needs to be earned, not a given. Sprint also has the same effect. Giving everyone sprint by default is a bad idea. It makes every map smaller, vehicles become redundant. It should return to being an AA.

"Ah, bloody guns down to a single belt." John looked around, there was a silence. They'd just left they're comrade behind. You could feel the grief in the air. "People die in war...some die better then others." He looked outside to the ashen wastes of reach. "Some get lucky enough to choose their death."

"CONTACTS....we've got contacts!" "Report!" "Hostiles at the ruins, some rushed inside!" "Command, this is guardian angel, we have overwatch." "Drone's got a vid now." "Requesting fire support!" "Guardian angel, engage." ""2.23KM, wind 15K SW...Fire." "Good eye." "Ground teams, secure the bodies of fallen hostiles." "Confirmed, two secure." "I'm picking up movement...hostiles emerged from the ruins." "They're retreating, we need an interceptor!" "En route." "Argh! crap....fallback, fallback!" "Reporting, blast at the site. Explosives have been detonated." "Jesus...send the report to the Admiral, tell him the enemy has destroyed the ruins."

Remove load outs, remove ordnance, remove sprint, get rid of the the stupid magnum when holding the flag.

"Send him the recording of this...robot. Attach audio." "Recording." "As you can see, those ruins aren't empty. Will you be the one to kill what you're trying to protect? Let your fleet burn and your men die? Let the galaxy lose the protectors of these ruins? Let it be populated by those who would destroy them for sport? Remember, when you fire, it will be you who killed this machine...this relic." "32 Seconds remaining." "Broadcast."

"Hostile forces, closing." "Sir, several Destroyers reporting major damage." "Have the guns target the Carriers, any vessel that's crippled will Ram and SD." "Taskmaster reports something in atmosphere." "Go on." "Displacement. Showing up as a void on sensors." "Have Invaluable target and engage." "Moving, Sir fleet is still closing. Lines have merged." "Sir! Ground guns primed and ready! Requesting firing solution." "Target the carrier at Supreme's position." "Firing...hit, target is drifting." "Hit the bow and fire again." "Firing...hit!" "Sir, grid is holding, but we still have contacts preparing to breach." "Fleet's taking losses, but the guns are keeping them back." "Wel...is this the time marine?!" "Package is here sir." "Agent! Nice toy you have there, I hope it's loyal. Comms, Broadcast a message to all enemy ships. Tell them the ruins are prepared to detonate on command and Nuclear payloads are standing by. They have one minute to retreat or the ruins will be Destroyed." "Emperor is being swarmed by bombers sir." "Divert fighters and give me a countdown. Inform all ships, load Nuclear shells and prepare to fire on my command."

State your intentions ye salty dog! Diplomacy or battle?

"NavCOM, this post Gamma-2, receive over." "Go ahead Gamma-2." "We're picking up activity within the system. It looks like through traffic." "Clarify." "There's signals going to and from the hostile fleet. It's communicating with someone out of system." "Can you intercept it?" "Negative." "Acknowledged Gamma-2, keep us posted. NavCOM out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Command Bunker, Citadel V. "Alright everyone, we've been given the signal. Defenses are now at Priority 1. As such, we've began preparing for a ground invasion. The Commander here will brief you all while I attend important business." "As it stands now there is a hostile fleet on our very doorstep, with more coming to join the party. All forces have been mobilized. The key defensive grid around the Keep is still the mountain ranges here. With the wet navy here, here and the air base here, it would be suicide to launch an invasion attempt there. The most likely point is to the desert here on the equator. We only have one anti-orbital gun covering a very small section. A tiny gap where other guns can't target. That's the most likely area of attack. We've got mine laying operations in place, A wet navy battleship providing fire support and 3 Tank divisions with a Walker division moving up. Airborne are ready on scene." "Now... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Admiral, report from the ruins!" "Let's see..........What?!" "Sir?" "Get her up here now, prepare a security detail and get me anything on this thing! How could anything like that be working?" "Yes sir!"

John found himself sitting on some wreckage. He woke holding his revolver, ready to fire. "*****. Bloody hell that stings." He looked around. No sound apart from the blowing of the wind. Was he going crazy? Did he just imagine those other people? Had the covenant broke him? Maybe he died and was still doomed to exist on Reach. Well if he was dead, there was no harm in taking a chance. "Marines! Anyone out there?!"

I hate 343 and the way they went with Halo 4, but this is not how you go about it.

Granted, you die due to aging. I wish that the 404 was found.

Granted, but you die of adamantium poisoning. I wish that the below poster couldn't post his corruption of my wish.

Granted, but it get's taken over by a hostile power. I wish nobody else could wish.

Unless Chief goes to the shield world, they won't find the ship. At sub-FTL speeds they probably would still be in the same system.

Did you ackknowledge your victory with "You mad?"