Halo: Militia (RP)

[D-38 Boss]

"This is Mild? This makes Crush day back home look like a friggin' joke!"

 

D.J. Suddenly realized not everyone here would know what Crush day was. It was big news in the Aszod, a major turf war that broke out between the gangs of the city. It lasted two days. Most people thought it was a riot rather than a planned, or at least quasi-planned battle for land that none of the combatants had a right to.

 

He didn't remember who had named it Crush day, or why, but it didn't matter. He had spent the night in jail before they let him go, saying they had nothing to charge him with. He knew he lucked out though. He could have caught a slew of assault charges.

 

By the end of the second day, the total Body count was 30 dead gang members on various sides, and hundreds of uncounted injuries.

 

But this, this was a whole new type of F---ed up. Every second, it seemed he found new perspective on the war. 

[Astronautics7]

"Yeah, well the civilians and Militiamen that lost their lives are nothing to joke about." Shields said, unamused by the reference to the severe riots. He could feel the anger next to him as Mickey fumed at the comment: he'd lost an Uncle to those f*****g riots and had gotten into fights over the mentioning of it. His Uncle had been in the Militia, deployed to help defuse the situation. He'd taken something heavy to the head and the ****s had kicked him to death.

 

"Don't do this, man. Si'down." Oliver said to Mickey as he rose out of his seat, looking straight at D.J. His eyes were like daggers, teeth clenched to the point his jaw muscles looked as if they might explode, a possibility backed by his reddened face: he looked like he was going to kill the guy.

 

"My Uncle, Ol. He- my Uncle." Mickey managed, looking at the ceiling closing his eyes as Shields stood up. He looked him dead in the eyes.

 

"He didn't know. F*** 'im. Remember last time?"

 

Mickey didn't answer.

 

"Who cares what a little white trash pr*** says, heh? Si'down, man. Please. C'mon." he spoke quieter this time, so only Mickey and a few others around them could hear him. Mickey relaxed his facial muscles and and breathed in and out deeply, through his nose. He slowly lowered to his chair, closing his eyes, clasping his hands together.

 

"Er, sorry, Staff Sergeant, Sergeant." Shields apologized, looking at his two superiors, and then at Mickey.

[VinWarrior]

[ultrace approved. Marine, your guy's bio is a bit cliche, and that prosthetic arm is making me nervous as far as how you plan to operate it in the RP. Do what you gotta do, but I'll be watching. Omega, I'll approve you but understand that your guy might come under a bit of abuse with his criminal background.]

 

Staff Sergeant Kawolski hovered over Jacob. "You seem well informed for a kid with no knowledge of the Covenant," he said flatly before continuing. "As I've said, they are more effective against shields but not Covenant armor, not all alloys either. Scorpion MBTs have taken combined fire for entire skirmishes in the past. In addition, I already said that these weapons can cause serious **** for you down the line with their radiation output. Not all cancer is curable, and guess what causes cancer."

 

 

On the other side of the room, Geza sat at the edge of an empty desk, rewatching the age old footage. It was pieced together from various points of view, at one point it covered his helm-rec--now known as VISR COMM--data, all of which were in the same hostile encounter. At current, the scene was being played out through the perspective of a Militiaman, not unlike the recruits present. General opinion was it probably looked like a video game; Geza agreed. First-Person style view with the weapon ready-up. At the upper right corner was a name: SPC Watkins, Demetrius.

 

"Beta Centauri system. This was one of the more milder invasions."

 

The footage showed Demetrius' vision jerk to the side as a second rifleman formed up beside him at the right shoulder, firing in

short intervals. Between bursts, the man's mouth moved, but as there was no audio what was said could only be speculated on, but judging from the harsh expression on his face it was left to the imagination. After that, Watkins dropped his weapon, a standard MA5B, to a cradled carry and about-faced, engaging in a full sprint towards a set of hangar doors. From it came another four soldiers, black clad in full titanium ceramic armor, faces covered by non-descript visors.

 

By now the scene was rather obvious. The personnel had just seen the last of a civilian evacuation off and were stuck on the ground awaiting their own.

 

"This guy, Specialist Watkins, I knew him. Good guy. He was trying to get into the ODST program a month before this happened. NAVY SPECWAR wasn't feeling generous about accepting applications for a while, that went double for the working class colonials. This was ended up being his ticket to a fast track to recruitment."

(That is what I was hoping for, , Okay, can somebody catch me up to where we are at the current moment?)

[TDM]

(That is what I was hoping for, , Okay, can somebody catch me up to where we are at the current moment?)

(I need help to sir.)

[D-38 Boss]

"No one was joking, genius. It's a figure of speech." D.J. said.

 

Keep your head D.J., he thought, They ain't worth the fallout.

[Astronautics7]

(That is what I was hoping for, , Okay, can somebody catch me up to where we are at the current moment?)

 

 

(I need help to sir.)

 

Hey guys. It's awesome to see new members. I know Heljumper would do this, but I'm not busy at the moment and am just about to post.

 

So, basically, there are 40 or so recruits. Currently, we're all sat inside, attending a sort of lecture on some basics. We were just told that flanking is a good maneuver to deal with the Covenant, and that suppressing fire works wonders too. Now, we're going over the Covenant, including an explanation on why not to use their weapons and some footage from a mild invasion of Beta Centauri, seen from a helmet cam.

 

From what I can grasp, Hejlumper wants to wrap up soon and get the recruits in a combat situation. That's pretty much where we're at right now. Hope that helped!

 

---

 

Shields ignored the offhand comment thrown back from D.J. From the moment he'd seen him, he'd disliked him. He knew Mickey felt the same: they'd talked earlier about how he never kept his mouth shut and could get all of the recruits into **** with a few of his half-assed words.

 

He studied the footage onscreen, recognizing some of the landmarks. He'd seen some of the Beta Centauri invasion before on the news, but never from the point of view of a soldier. Specialist Watkins, he was. Shields felt jealous in a way, but it was an admirable envy that he had for the soldier, who'd apparently been selected to be an ODST. He'd seen the ODSTs in these videos before, the majority of the time kicking ass.

 

That was usually how propaganda worked.

 

He had planned to join the Marines at first, but his careers advisor had pointed out that he'd be closer to home in the Militia. Closer to his ill father. He was worried and damn well scared: the illness was rare, and nobody could be certain of how it was going to turn out for him. He was trying to raise a little money for special treatment, and being part of the UNSC's elite would be a pretty big pay rise.

 

Did his father have that long?

[D-38 Boss]

D.J. started to trail off. Most of the footage was the same. a lot of yelling, and shooting.

 

He started to think about his family back in Aszod.

 

His mother was a drug addict, barely conscious enough to realize she had children, and three out of his five brothers were in prison for lengthy sentences. His brother Jason had been murdered in Aszod,and his brother Kyle had left Reach and disappeared, supposedly to join the UNSC.

 

Yup, pretty much nothing to fight for back home... 

[VinWarrior]

Taylor stood ice still in his seat, watching the endless violence in the footage, slaughter, after slaughter, after slaughter, after slaughter, he couldn't take it. He shook his head, not thinking about it, but rather, the person next to him, even this made him shake his head, as he looked on at the rows of people, all in the same clothes, the same looks. It looked like a concentration camp. Taylor then looked at his commanding officer, thinking about the lectures, and processing information. He then muttered out, breaking the almost silence, total silence, if you don't count the Sarge's voice and the shooting, he muttered,

 

"Why did ancient Europeans kill the Native Americans? Because they wanted control, every war, every... Slaughter... In history, it was about controlling the population. Look at the Revolutionary War... We wanted control over America, correct? World War 2, the Nazis, wanted control over the world, the Insurrectionists... All they want is control, every being, no matter the planet wants to control, and that control sparks War, after War, after... War. Either over land... Or the food and water supplies. What if... These, these Covenant... Want control over something we have... What are they looking for? And, remember when the Indians were slaughtered by the Europeans? That was because Europe wanted the land, and the Indians were in their way... What if we have something, and we are in the Covenant's way?"

 

Taking a brief pause to look around at the class, and at his Sarge, he spoke one last sentence,

 

"I rest my case."

 

Lowering himself back in the chair, he prepared for a response by someone in the room.

[dryskim]

"So, what you're saying is - maybe we should try negotiating with the aliens we've been at war with for three decades?" Grec offered, "That, maybe we should just, give them whatever they're looking for?" The recruit made a vague gesture in the direction of the still playing video, he bit his lip that his speaking his mind on this subject wouldn't get him on the Staff Sergeant's ****-list, but if that was the case, so be it, "Dude, I'm pretty sure we're way past talking things over."

 

"History doesn't exactly show promising results for talking down attempted genocide," Grec finished, trying to reorient himself back towards the videos and figure out if he could actually glean anything from the helmet-cam footage. Except the whole, what if the aliens are after something argument drew his focus elsewhere, so actually finding anything of worth in the semi-fuzzy haze of shouting, explosions, and weapons fire of various types was becoming more challenging than necessary.

[D-38 Boss]

D.J. didn't care about giving in to the Aliens.

 

It's obvious peace wouldn't work, if they had any intention of living peacefully, they wouldn't have attacked Humanity on first contact.

 

But from the footage, this war wasn't about winning. It was about surviving.

 

"Honestly man," D.J. said, pointing to the screen. "Doesn't look like they're looking for something. just looks like they want us all dead."

[Mr. Wolfy]

Kyro stared at the screen as the room argued around him. The screen had frozen on an image of one of the large reptilian creatures staring at the man recording, its weapon aimed elsewhere spewing out a bright globe of light. Kyro turned the stun nade over in his hand, being sure to keep the thing from going off by keeping pressure on it. The creature seemed to be glaring at him from the glowing eye-regions of its helmet. He stared back quietly. Whatever these creatures were and whatever their intentions, it didn't matter to him. He was going to kill as many as he physically could.

[Helljumper425]

When reruit Taylor first started speaking, Gabe was almost too baffled to even reply to the man's lecture--probably because his writer didn't have a choice but to have him stand in silence--and rather than cutting him off, he simply looked to Sergeant Geza. The black suited figure simply shrugged.

 

 

"I'm looking forward to guessing your life expectancy," the Staff Sergeant said flatly, folding his arms at Taylor. "Not in the field, but here as well."

[TDM]

Marvin is staring at everybody, Examining them wondering if he should say anything. He looks at his prosthetic arm and gives a confused and angry look at it, Wondering if he should make any statements, He stands and asks, "Sir, Is there any alternative for a prosthetic arm? Im not afraid of this thing falling off, I just think it`ll become a distraction.... And my family and my arm are the only two things I plan to lose."

 

Marvin sits back down.

[VinWarrior]

He seemed too baffled to understand the Sergeant's statement. His eyes widened at the man, it seemed like he was threatening him, but Taylor almost shrugged it off, as he continued sitting, looking at his commander, and the man speaking behind him, he blurted out, "Why's that, Sarge?" this silenced the whole room, even Taylor. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could think, and he was prepared for the worst, maybe the brig, maybe execution, he didn't know, he didn't want to know.

[Helljumper425]

Gabe pulled the clicker from his pocket, stopping the helm-rec logs on screen. "Because your attitude sucks. Moving on," he addressed the rest of the home room. "Everybody clear out and make your way to the barracks. There'll be a set of standard issue M52B armor waiting for each of you there. Ten minutes should be enough for you to figure out how to get it on and assemble at the ready line outside. Bring your rifles too."

 

When Marvin stood up and spoke at random, at the worst time possible none the less, Geza ran a hand over his face, muttering, "Kid, sit the hell out."

 

Gabe's approach was a little more subtle, but at the same time it was as blunt as a crowbar. He rested his leg up on a desk and untucked his pant leg from his boot, pulling it up to reveal a titanium frame running the length of his shin. "There's a reason they're called 'permanent prosthetics,' Recruit. What you've got is what you've got, and trust me, there ain't nothing better right now."

 

Setting his leg down, he glanced across at Jones, then at Shields, and once at Griffiths. Their little scene had drawn more than a little attention of the group, attention that was required elsewhere. Kawolski chided himself for not nipping it sooner, but he found it best to have things play themselves out. A little quarrel was to be expected among recruits, and he expected Jones to be at the apex for dislike, but he didn't need it on shared time, especially from the more well-behaved candidates. He would probably later bring it to attention in his own way, but for now he needed to make sure the group was prepped.

 

"Ten minutes," he said, synching his watch. "Starting...now. Clear out."

[D-38 Boss]

It took D.J. a good few minutes to figure out the armor, but he was on the ready line, Rifle in hand with about a minute and a half to spare.

 

"Man... Don't they have single shot guns? I can't use the full auto for S---" D.J. wondered aloud, as he examined the Assault rifle in his hands.

Edited July 23, 2013 by D-38 Boss

[TDM]

Once Marvin put the correct armor on, He quickly grabbed an Assault Rifle and stood out on the ready line with at least 30 seconds to spare. Marvin had looked around and noticed D.J. giving his Assault Rifle a quite puzzled look. Marvin walked over and asked "Whats wrong D.J.?.... I know how these must not be the best, Maybe there is another weapon here.. If that was what you were wondering."

[VinWarrior]

Taylor held his marine armor's helmet in his hand, level headed with his face. He muttered,

"Ah, piece of **** rookie armor, It really shines in the light."

Turning to the marine next to him, he knocked on his helmet's Visor, and spoke in his face, "Don't ya think Marvin?"

As Taylor turned and grabbed his gun, noticing it was a regular AR, he turned to Marvin yet again, asking, "Hey, pass me a Sniper if you see one, I ain't a sucky shot with it." As his armor started up, the regular light green HUD, weapon display, map, the usual Jazz.

[TDM]

"Well what can I say Taylor? We have to use this armor because we are militia, We sadly cant have anything like spartans do."after Marvin responded to Taylor, He went to find a Sniper Rifle for him. He reluctantly walked around for about 2 minutes until he had found a Sniper Rifle. He checked to see how much ammo was in the weapon to make sure he didnt get Taylor killed. The Sniper Rifle had been fully loaded with 12 spare rounds. He walked back to Taylor and passed him the Sniper. "So Taylor, What inspires you to use the Sniper? Must be into the powerful stuff, huh?" Marvin asked before he walked back into the line.

[dryskim]

Grec glanced over Marvin went...and actually returned cradling an anti-material sniper rifle, the recruit wasn't going to comment on that one. He went back to tugging at the strap running under his arms, trying find that sweet spot of just perfect. Either he had this vest on backwards - which wasn't the case - or he'd somehow ****** something up while putting it on. With his MA5 slung over his shoulder and his brain rolling through the inevitable ****storm that would result from someone effectively stealing a portable cannon from the armory.

 

It was sad day when Andrew had to stand in formation, telling himself that maybe D.J. the former gangbanger was the guy he wanted watching his back in a fight. The guy held disdain for full-auto, but the chances of him actually being issued something other than an MA5 older than he was were rather slim. So Grec quietly offered advice, "If you're light on the trigger, you can get single shots off. I wouldn't really get my hopes up on getting something better, they're probably saving the fancier gear for the guys on the frontlines."

[Helljumper425]

[Omega, I'm not sure what you're envisioning your armor to be, but M52B is the armor used by Marines in Halo 3 if that helps out. So there's no visor and no armor abilities. Just inches of mean, green titanium plating. As for shining in the light...depends on the light. Anyway, about that rifle...]

 

"I believe that belongs to me," said Sergeant Geza, appearing before Taylor, arms folded as his eyes flicked down to the SRS anti-materiel rifle in the thug's hands. He held back his disdain rather well, but with Staff Sergeant Kawolski over his shoulder, who was shaking his head at Marvin's poor regard for following simple instructions, he had to restrain himself otherwise it wouldn't be fair.

 

"I suggest you hand it over," the Sergeant continued.

 

Kawolski pushed his tongue to his cheek, resting a hand over his thigh holster as he watched recruit Taylor's hands on the sniper rifle. Frankly, the fact that Marvin seemingly found the rifle and ammunition for it like some high class retriever dog made him feel impressed, uneasy, and above all irritated. A loaded gun in a criminal convict's hands was the last thing he needed for the day.

 

"You heard him, Taylor," Gabe said, pulling his thousand yard stare away from Marvin.

[TDM]

As Marvin looked back on what he had just done, He would have punched himself for thinking in such a dumb manor. "I believe I owe a few people an apology, I believe I have gotten off on the wrong foot and I shouldnt keep doing these mindless acts instead of listening to orders. I just thought I`d help out a comrade is all sir. So even if you dont want to accept my apology, Atleast you know I said I`m sorry..." Marvin sighed to the fact that he felt like an utter fool.

[Mr. Wolfy]

Kyro walked over to the group with his armor on and shades down over his eyes. Stopping next to the one individual who seemed to have caught the sarge's attention, Kyro put his rifle up on his hip and pulled back the charging lever with a distinctive metalic clacking sound. "Ready to roast some crocs, sir..."

[VinWarrior]

[i was in visioning the armor from FuD. Lasky's armor? The armor ability thing was a slight mistake that I will edit, whoops.]

[Helljumper425]

[Oh, the cadet gear? Screw that noise. I'm talking real armor, olive drab and all. If by visor you mean the tactical goggles they have, then that makes more sense. But no, Staff Sergeant Kawolski wouldn't give his recruits some crappy white PJs to bring into battle.]

 

"Shut up and fall in line, Marvin," Gabe said, rather annoyed at this point. Still, he waited on Taylor to hand off the stolen rifle.