Maestro

Enter from the west side where Frederik is? You've got a few options.

Frederik heard the alien yell, and took a step to the right as Tai lunged with his sword. "Why hello, supper!" He dropped his burlap sack and holstered his Fuel Rod Gun. The Spartan grabbed Tai's sword-wielding arm, and turned his momentum against him, lifting the alien over his shoulder and dropping him on the ground with a slam. "I'm a Judo Gerudo... uh... Colorado? F***, it didn't rhyme yet again! It also didn't make sense, you clod." A bottle of pills rolled out of the bag, along with another Elite head. (OOC: For those who were bashing Frederik for being OP, thanks for making me feel included, but he will be nerfed and already has his share of weaknesses. I don't want him to die as soon as he's introduced.)

Frederik focused on the fallen Elite. He spotted the alien's holstered Energy Sword, and picked it up. He activated it, and sliced the Elite's head off. He took his helmet off, and eyed up his prize that he held in front of his face. "I like squid... no I don't. Is this calamari? Yes. I like calamari, raw, cooked, burnt, raw, sushi. I'll eat it later..." he said with a smirk. He gave it a squeeze, and let drops of Sangheili blood fall on his face. He spotted the security camera, and turned towards it. "Hey, Covenant! I'm lovin' it!" He squeezed the head again, letting more drops pour. He smiled, loosened his grip, and hurled the head at the camera, tilting it away from the door. "Yes I know that didn't rhyme. Shut up. You idiot, it's a soft rhyme!" he said while putting his helmet on. The Spartan reactivated his active camouflage, and opened his burlap bag. He shut off the Energy Sword, placing it inside along with an Elite head, and hefted it over his right shoulder. With his Fuel Rod Gun at the ready, the door slid open, and he peered in. Light was scarce. He gave the previously tossed Elite head a hard kick down the hallway. It hit a wall with a splat, and rolled a short distance before coming to a stop. "Darkness should be scared of me," he whispered to himself as he stepped inside. (OOC: I suppose for continuity's sake, this post took place before the one directly above. Darn my slow post composition!)

Frederik laid down in the snow, and peeked over the crest of the hill. He reactivated his active camo, and pulled out a Plasma Pistol. He charged it up, and fired at the Elite. The EMP hit near his feet, draining most of his shields. Frederik rained a volley of fuel rods at the lance, obliterating two Grunts. A Jackal attempted to dive out of the way, but lost his footing in the snow and tripped, only to be consumed by the green blasts. A Grunt climbed into the Shade Turret, and opened fire. "Time to reach into my BAG OF TRICKS!" He pulled out a Magnum, and shot at the Elite. The Elite's shields popped. "I love pop!" A bullet lodged itself in the Elite's head. Frederik gave the Jackal a quick shot to the skull. He fired another charge shot at the Shade Turret, and dashed up to the Grunt operating it. He dragged the Grunt off the seat, and held it up by the neck. "You putrid little s***-breathing s***." With his free hand, he yanked the Grunt's mask off, and tossed it at the facility wall. He knocked the methane tank off the Grunt's back, shot its knee with his Magnum, and threw the creature beyond the hill he was initially fighting from. The Grunt readied a Plasma Grenade, and hurled it a metre in front of it. Following the blue explosion, Frederik walked back to the hill, and dragged his burlap bag behind him to the door. He pressed a sequence of buttons on the panel, and hacked his way into the western side of the facility.

"And it begins..." Frederik said softly. He deactivated his camouflage and walked towards the outpost as the Pelican descended into the courtyard. He slung a Fuel Rod Gun over his left shoulder, and dragged a burlap sack behind him. He trudged through the ice and snow, hellbent on achieving his goal. At the entrance closest to him stood a Shade Turret and a squad consisting of an Elite, two Jackals, and three Grunts. "F***ing Covies. I'll peel them like f***ing potatoes." He crouched down behind a hill, and reached into his burlap bag. Snickering madly, he pulled out an Elite head, and hurled it at the lance awaiting him. A bottle of pills inside the sack rattled as he tossed it aside. With a thump, the head landed at the Elite's feet, with plasma fire following shortly after. Frederik cackled as the colourful bolts whizzed by above him.

Full Name: Frederik Kaiser Occupation: Spartan-IV Armour Appearance: Hazop helmet, standard armour otherwise; black armour, violet visor Facial Appearance: blue eyes, assorted nicks and cuts Weaponry of Choice: Active Camo or Hologram; explosive weapons Backstory: Frederik was 15 when the Battle of Reach took place. While he made it on a civilian evac ship, he often thinks the UNSC failed to protect his parents from being killed at the hands of Covies. Since then, he's had a score to settle... both halves of him (there's more to his past, but to reveal it here would be a big spoiler). In his spare time, he often fiddled with electronics, dismantling them and reassembling them to figure out how they tick. He tried this once with an Armour Ability to try and soup it up; it short-circuited. He also tinkered with Covenant electronics, learning how to infiltrate their battle network and how to open doors.

A lot of people tend to bash Marines and say they're useless. If they're at the wheel of a vehicle, yes. But give them heavy weapons, then they're your best friends... most of the time. I'm the type of player that likes allies and does not kill them for the lulz, since they're good distractions... and can dish out some damage every once in a while. While on my Legendary run of Halo 3, I gave as many Marines a Fuel Rod Gun as possible on Tsavo Highway. Not only are they more durable than the Chief in many cases, they are ridiculously overpowered with their bottomless clips. So I wind up with a horde of burly Marines pelting aliens with radioactive explosives who cannot run out of ammo. The Brutes at the bottom of the hill cannot return fire, as they're too busy diving out of the way of the fuel rods. Not only that, when I do manage to kill all the Brutes, the Marines wreck the incoming Phantoms! And that not only made the reinforcements stuck at the bottom, but it produced some glitch Brutes which could not attack me because they were not meant to not operate the side turrets. So I can jump on them, bump into them, bash them, and all they do is grunt and growl repeatedly. When Reach came around, I expected the Marines to be buff death machines as well... that was not the case. While they dished out a decent amount of damage, they ended up killing themselves more often than damaging foes or just missing targets altogether. I gave up hope in Halo 4 when they spent more time shooting corpses than shooting at live targets and died after three or four shots. So word of advice to those who still haven't done their Legendary runs of Halo 3 and ODST, or just like to play Legendary on those games: give your Marines some goodies, and they shall do good things. Don't rely on them in Reach and Halo 4, though.

Completing it offline will earn achievements. Online will get you everything, from achievements to armour to commendations. Now you must man up and play through Legendary again!

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