Halofight [Forum Game]

[I_Make_Big_Boom]

Pluton lays low in a cave. Just after being momentarily knocked out by a bullet upon his Helmet.

 

"Hmm..," Pluton rubs his helmet. A huge dent is in it, "Like a bullet can stop me." Pluton takes his helmet off, and finds the embedded Bullet in his skin. He pulls it out. Throws it across the cave,"I'll get that little-"

 

"Sir.", Harry, one of Pluton's Stalkers, crouches beside Pluton,"What do we do next? The rest of the pack is hiding and waiting for you're orders."

 

"Huh. Hold on." Pluton briefly looks at his helmet, and puts it back on, "Alright. Here it is. We keep laying low. Let the rest of the opposition fight among  themselves. Looks like we have a bunch of Demons, and Separatists. And from what I can see a few lone forces. A rogue Jackal, and some other ones-" Pluton suddenly glares through the hole in the cave wall.

 

At that moment an Elite stops by the hole Pluton is staring through. Immediately Pluton reaches out and grabs the Elites leg, and forcefully pulls the Elite through the hole. He grabs it's throat, and He and his Stalkers hold down the struggling Elite. Aiming his Carbine, Pluton stares daggers down at the Elite,"Who are you, Separatist? What are you doing here?"

 

"That is of no concern to you VERMIN!", the Elite spews spittle at Pluton.

 

Throwing his Carbine, Pluton rears back, and smacks the Elite across his Skull. Taking his Cleaver out, he embeds it in the cave floor right beside the Elites face, and stoops down right in front of the Elite,"You separatists. You're all the same. We should have killed all of you when the High Prophet gave his original orders. It would have been swift.... but too late. Now you resort to... slower fates."

 

Pluton crushes the Elite's right arm with his foot. The Elite screams in pain. Pluton grabs the Elite's face, "Why are you here!?"

 

The Elite does not reply, "Okay then", Pluton throws the Elite across the cave. The Elite tries to stand, but Pluton bashes him on the wall. Holding him up by his throat,"You tell me swine. I will not ask again."

 

The Elite, gasping for breath, "Our leader... called us here... There was some object he said was of importance...," Pluton tightens his grip,"Gahah the object...uh... was supposed to be a key...To a cache he said."

 

"A Cache? For what?"

 

"Uhhhh Forerunner weapons!"

 

"Huh huh Forerunner you say? Sounds... interesting. Harry! Rally the Stalkers!", Pluton turns back to the Elite,"You've served you're purpose."

 

Pluton lets the Elite slump to the floor, and slowly walks over to the Cave hole. He turns back around and addresses another of his Stalkers,"You! Come here!"

 

"Yes Pack leader?"

 

Pluton looks at the Elite, then looks sternly at the Stalker, and then points at the Elite, "Fooood."

 

Pluton walks off down the cave to meet his force. The Grisly Stalker coldly stares down at the Elite. The Elite glares back.

 

The Stalker ties the Elite's arms and legs, pulls out his Cleaver, and drags the Elite down the tunnel.... the Elite, unable to fight, roars in fear...

[EliteSniper]

"Our units are taking heavy fire, we must retreat! We also lost contact with one of our scouts!" said Keg, Des' Xavum's most trustful ally. "I'm going to find that cache!" simply murmured Des', deciding it was time to get involved into the fight. "I'll take my brothers with me".

"Good luck. Now go Commander!" said Keg, but Des' was already gone.

 

When he stepped out of the hideout, he saw a massacre; shots came from everywhere, vehicles on fire, dead allies and foes were lying on the ground wherever he looked. Then he remembered he had work to do. He activated with camouflage, following a stealth approach to Red Base.

 

Suddenly, an enemy Wraith showed up through the smoke and moved slowly towards Des' and his escort. "Don't move!" he ordered, hoping the tank wouldn't notice them. Hopefully, thanks to their camo devices, they sneaked past it. 

 

They encountered a small Brute resistance on their way to Red Base, but with he support of 3 Ghosts, they managed to clear a path to their destination. But when they got there, they spotted dozens of enemy troops guarding the base. "We can't risk passing through here, we should head to that cave over there." said Des' to his Elites. 

 

When they made their way to the cave, Des' saw what looked like a Promethean Knight. He immediately got hold of his Energy Sword, but before he could attack, the Knight teleported away. "Stay sharp, they might be more of them!" informed his squad.

 

While they were carefully walking inside the dark cave, trying to spot any movement, they stopped at a battle cry. Des' turned around and saw one of the Elites on the air, impaled by a glowing orange blade. It was a Knight. He dropped the unlucky alien and tried to teleport again, but Des' sword cut through his skull, and a moment after he disinegrated. After everything was quiet, Des' was looking at his dead comrade, when he was cut off by an ally: "It's war, people die". "Yes, but no matter how hard you try you can't save them all..." his Commander replied. 

 

They progressed in the cave, until they found light up ahead. They remaining squad members stopped in front of a Jackal with an infinity symbol on his neck, while some Grunts immediately fled. Des' activated his Energy Sword. The Jackal, surprised by their appearance, desperately tried to get a hold of his Suppressor. He managed to put down the shields of an Elite but he was hit in the back of the head with a Carbine, falling down unconcious. "Should I finish him off?" the Elite asked but Des' replied: "No. He isn't a threat, let him be".

 

They finally exited the cave and saw that the Brutes guarding the base were gone. "Now about those weapons..." Des' said to himself.

[Is not JL]

ROUND 1 - END

*. *. *.

Suddenly, a white light washed over all the fighters in Blood Gulch, even as armies disappeared, to where, nobody knew. The generals who controlled the armies looked around in this blank slate for an infinitesimal time period, confused.

And then they returned to a world, a colored flag beside them as they allied into teams and, at the same time, pondered what happened.

*. *. *.

ROUND 2

Gametype: Halofight Team - Capture the Flag

Sikslik7, Spark and Jase materialize at their tower with red bands. Pluton, Omegaman Infinity and Des' Xavum appear on their tower with blue bands.

Skulls: None

Map: Two Towers, each at the far end of a grassy valley filled with hills and trees. Past the mountains? Well, you aren't going past the mountains. The flag is at the very top of the tower, which are both 124 meters tall.

SpartanOMEGA, you are the winner of round 1 for adding humor and JumJium - this made me laugh and giggle more than whatever else was in Round 1. You may proceed to PM me a Special Weapon with its name, design and capabilities (no need to be Halo related for this!) for approval.

ROUND 2, BEGIN!

Edited July 1, 2013 by SEED Factor

[Sikslik7]

Sikslik7 is standing at a window sill in Red tower, overlooking the soon to be battle ground. Scattered trees and rocks make up the majority of the area between the two towers.  A stream runs near the base of the blue tower. "Alright, we'll call this tower Barad - dur, their tower Orthanc." He turns away from the window and briskly runs down the hallway, finds a downward leading staircase and descends. He reaches an atrium, when the tower is centered upon. The are four perpendicular hallways leading out of the room, and upon examination, each becomes an exit to the tower.

 

"Not much for defense, but it will do," Sikslik7 mutters. He takes one of the exits, and peels right once his feet touch the forest floor. Bounding over a boulder, he slips into the forest's underbrush, heading towards Ortanc

Edited July 1, 2013 by Sikslik7

[BaconShelf]

Too late to join? Wanted to get a feel for this before joining.

 

 

 

Name: Jacob. Just Jacob

 

Preferred Weapon: Incineration cannon

 

Race: Spartan-III (acquired IC from a Promethean he killed)

 

Power/Ability 1: Regen shield- A bubble shield that deploys anywhere, blocking incoming fire for the next two posts (I post do this, then next two posts its active) and heals troops and vehicles inside it,

 

Power/Ability 2: Promethean teleport. Again acquired from his encounter

 

Power/Ability 3: Concussive blast- concussive blast containing a short ranged EMP That can knock over things. Does no damage itself but if targets struck by objects or into objects can do damage

 

Bio: (Not required but allowed)

 

Special Weapons: Bacon's bane; a special sword contains the best of the Energy and Hardlight swords. It coats the target in deep fat frying.

 

Appearance: (Description or Pic)

CQC helm with a Scout/grenadier left shoulder and security right. Has plenty of ammo on his armour (Engineer chest)

 

Black/red colours

[VinWarrior]

[Just an Idea for a skull]

 

Skull: Electric Backlash[in team games, any weapons picked up will disintegrate into ashes after running out of ammo, rendering the weapon useless from that moment on]

[Is not JL]

[Just an Idea for a skull]

 

Skull: Electric Backlash[in team games, any weapons picked up will disintegrate into ashes after running out of ammo, rendering the weapon useless from that moment on]

This wouldn't work, as you're playing a game which allows you to literally summon millions of soldiers from absolutely nothing. I doubt that you'd have issue with ammo.

 

@Baconshelf, Approved. Your profile has been added to the list. Since the current game is a team game, you will be placed on Red team and you may proceed to play.

Edited July 2, 2013 by SEED Factor

[EliteSniper]

Keg joined Des' Xavum, who was looking at the immensely tall opposite tower. "How are we going to get up there? They gave us weapons, not wings!" stated Keg. 

"There's a lift on both towers but it's going to be crawling with enemy troops, we need to find another way." Des' replied.

"Remember when we played this game back on Sanghelios? This time is even better!" muttered Keg. 

 

As they were exiting their room they both noticed Pluton barking orders to other Brutes. "Why is he here?!" groaned Keg.

"Whoa, relax. They're on our side." said Des' and stopped him in his track. Pluton heard them and headed towards them. 

"If you want to keep your brains inside your head you better stop talking!" Pluton angrily said. "Let's go now." said Des'.

 

"I cannot cooperate with this mongrel!"

"Neither can I, but we must. Now move, we've got a flag to capture." responded Des', picking up his Carbine and heading towards the Blue base's lift.

[I_Make_Big_Boom]

Bernie's glazed eyes peered up at the Tower, and He let out a stressful sigh,"The Tower's size is vast. A Spire that looks ready, if even thrusted upward an inch, to crack the sky, and let the unrelenting fires of the Sun cleanse whatever lays beneath in a baptismal of flames."

 

"Dammit Bernie please focus!," Pluton drudged heavily on through some thick brush clinging to the Tower's outer wall: Following the Separatists leader known as "Des' Xavum"  to a Door further on, with The Jackal following behind.  A Fly the size of a Cat landed on his arm. Pluton hungrily snatched it, and chomped on it. He then wondered what the hell a Cat was... it just popped in his mind for some reason. Is it some form of flotation device? Explosive? Maybe a form of Transportation... hmm... He's beginning to think these thoughts are coming from Bernie...

 

For whatever reason, something teleported Him, and the rest of these fools, to an unknown world. A strange Voice called out to them from the sky, and demanded them fight each other to escape alive. Branding each of them with Team colors, and giving them the Objective to capture the other Team's flag atop their Towers.

 

Of course Pluton could have given the lowest amount of **** for this. It seems as though they were in a Simulation of sorts. Maybe being controlled by Forerunners, or worse... HUMANS. The thought of it disgusted him.

 

"Hey Pluton... I have a joke for you." In Pluton's mind's eye Bernie lifted his arms and grinned in a humorous gesture,"What is Big, Ugly, and is... ugly? YOU hahaaahaha-"

 

Pluton yanked Bernie's data card from his helmet and pocketed it in his Bandoleer. It appears Bernie, has seemed to have forcefully succumbed to a form of Stupidity by this "Director". Probably to keep it from Hacking the system. Damn he is annoying...

 

"Hurry! The other team seems to have taken a Defensive approach. They think we'll do the same, so we'll have the Element of Surprise!"

 

"Des' Xavum you have no idea why we're doing this do you?", replied Pluton.

 

"To get the Flag and get the hell out of here that's why!", Des' Xavum ducked as a massive Dragonfly darted above him, and into the forest.

 

"No. It hasn't occurred to you that we're in a Simulation? We might have to more than just get the flag to get out."

 

Des' Xavum stopped and turned to Pluton,"Yes. I figured that already. The Flag might not get us out, but getting it is a start." Des' turned back to the thick brush, and heaved up to the Large door on the Tower wall. Pluton and Omegaman followed suite. Des' began pulling the lever to the door, but unable to open it stands back and briefly rests. 

 

"I got it." Pluton grabbed the bar, twisted it upward, ripped the door off the hinges, and threw it into the Forest.

 

"Thanks.". Des' walked into the Tower with the other duo following.

 

Pluton glared at the back of the Elite's helmet, narrowing his vision. He knew that the Separatists were, at least on some level, allied with the Humans. He knew that at the first chance, Des' would try and ally with them to escape. He did not think it was much of a threat. More of an annoyance. He could have snapped the creature's neck ages ago, but he needs him to be alive... for his own plans...

 

They slowed to a crawl. The Tower Lift can be seen across a large Generator room. The Three crouched beside a Widow peering into the room. The Jackal, Omegaman, whispered,"Okay. At least one of them will be trying to guard the lift. I can distract him/her long enough for you two to get to it, and start it."

 

Des' looked through a tear in the wall, and sure enough a Human can be seen leaning on the wall. Instantly telling it was Spark.

 

"Well look at that. Looks like you're little friend from earlier." Pluton smirked.

 

Omegaman let out a silent growl, and bared his teeth. He crawled across the floor to another Window to get a better view. He can see Spark messing with his boots. Omegaman starts grinding his claws on his armor...

 

"Time to go."

 

Pluton and Des' stooped below the windows and around into a separate room as Omegaman climbed up the bars on a Wall and into some scaffolding above...

[Percy Jackson]

I totally want to join.

[Is not JL]

 

I totally want to join.

Then join.

 

Anyways, just a question to all players: Is the 48 hour time limit too little?

Edited July 2, 2013 by SEED Factor

[BaconShelf]

Which team am I on?

[Gojira]

Can I hop in?

[I_Make_Big_Boom]

Then join.

 

Anyways, just a question to all players: Is the 48 hour time limit too little?

 

So wait it will end in actual 48 hours? What if people don't have time to reply, and it ends before they can?

[Is not JL]

So wait it will end in actual 48 hours? What if people don't have time to reply, and it ends before they can?

Its why I asked it 48 hours was too little.

 

 

Can I hop in?

Yes. Of course....you have to read the rules first. And do the correct character application.

 

 

Which team am I on?

To answer your question....

This is 5 posts above.

This wouldn't work, as you're playing a game which allows you to literally summon millions of soldiers from absolutely nothing. I doubt that you'd have issue with ammo.

 

@Baconshelf, Approved. Your profile has been added to the list. Since the current game is a team game, you will be placed on Red team and you may proceed to play.

[Sadly Just AL]

'How boring.' Spark though. 'A flag? These guys watch too much Red vs Blue.'

He then heard some scuffling sounds, like metal against rock. There were no animals here, Bass used them to take pot shots for practice, but then again, the only dumb animals that wear metal armor are brutes.

'Wow, for stealth, these guys are loud.' He analyzed. He turned in his helmet radio to Bass.

"What?" Bass replied over the radio.

"Sounds like a stealth team, did you put up some traps like Slik said?" Spark asked him.

"Eeyup." Bass told him. "They step on one wrong panel, they'll be the first covenant bottle rocket."

"Good, good." Spark said. "Now we become the ambushers."

He took his radar jammer and activated, hiding it under some fallen branches.

"Tell the others, we need everyone ready." Spark informed urgently. "I've got an idea."

Bass groaned.

"Come on, not one of your crackpot plans again." He whined.

"You better believe it."

[I_Make_Big_Boom]

Pluton sat still. He watched as Omegaman perched himself directly above the Human, Spark. Readying his Suppressor, he signaled to us to keep moving.

 

As they turned a corner, Pluton could see some Traps strewn about the floor. Though they were partially hidden, he could easily make them out.

 

Des' sits back on his haunches and examines the traps. He gestures and points to an nearby Air duct to Pluton, and they both crawl in and around the traps to the other side of the room. Facing yet MORE traps in the next room.

 

"Hmmm...," Des' sighs, and turns to Pluton ,"You know we have probably been making allot of noise going through here."

 

"Yeeaahhh.... Spark probably knows we're here already.", Pluton sits back and leans on a wall ," I think it would have been better to just run in and beat the little Human to death. Maybe crushing him with some rocks if we had the time."

 

"I feel like an idiot. Really.", Des' chuckled.

 

"Yeah... **** it you just want to just walk in?", Pluton replied.

 

Des' thought for a moment. He then turned to the large amount of traps laying in the next room. A Death laser grid can be seen covering the floor. A leaf falls from the ceiling, and into the grid: Instantly being cut in half.

 

"Yeah screw it lets go do it."

 

Pluton gets up and walks nonchalantly into the next room, with Des' following. Spark, messing with his Boots, looks up at them, and then just continues to mess with his Boots. Omegaman can still be seen waiting in the Rafters above...

 

"Well... How goes it?", Spark leisurely says as he gets up, and faces the Two Aliens.

 

"Its fine. You really went overboard with the Traps.

 

"Where the hell do you get Laser grids?", Pluton inquired.

 

"Oh well they were in a Storage room that is Right in front of where you spawn."

 

Pluton and Des' exchanged an annoyed look. It seems as though someone forgot to INFORM THEM OF THAT.

 

"Well."

 

Spark looked down and began kicking some gravel on the floor.

 

"This is aqward."

 

"You want to just get this over with?"

 

"Yeah whatever." Des' un-holsters his Carbine, and Pluton does the same.

 

Spark picks up his BR, and continues to stand on the lift. Pluton looks up at Omegaman, and signals him. The Jackal nods and gets ready...

 

"Well. You guys really have been a pain in the ass. Shame I'll have to kill you no-", Before he could finish Omegaman shifts and jumps down from the Scalfolding. Spark hears the shuffles above, and looks up in surprise, but before he can aim his BR, Omegaman lands on him.

 

Omegaman stands up and steps away from Spark's limp body. Pluton and Des' walk up and stare at Spark. Spark doesn't move.

 

"That was fast."

 

"What do we do with him?" Omegaman says to Pluton.

 

Pluton picks up Spark, and tries to sit him up against a wall. Spark just falls over and lays on the floor in a weird position. Before Pluton can leave, Spark lets out a fart.

 

"Oh god that stinks," Pluton coughs and waves his hand in the air and backs away to the lift.

 

The Three of them get on the lift, and Omegaman prepares to start it, "Ready?"

 

"Yeah. Lets do it."

 

Omegaman starts the lift and the Three ascend upward. Spark can be heard snoring loudly below...

[Is not JL]

So, I've decided to push this round to 72 hours, rather than 48, just to see if it makes the game itself easier.

 

As you were

[Sikslik7]

From his vantage point on the hill, Sikslik7 grinned as he watched three figures fall from Red Base and into the river. "like we'd just let them use a grav lift to the top of our base. I hope they liked the sewer pipe." He turned, laughing, and then got serious.   "Now, for phase two."

 

He set off at a brisk jog, slowly circling around blue base until he found it, the sewer pipe. "they may have left through ours, but I'll enter through theirs," He climbed through grim, and things best left unsaid. Even the filter on his helmet failed, and he had half the mind to turn back. "Next time, I'm giving them a shower, all of them. But at least, I'll smell like them." Finally the pipe became split, one path continuing forward, the other going up vertically. Sikslik7 started to climb, thankfull that the pipe's walls weren't coated with unmentionables. After a few minutes of climbing, he found a access hatch, and unable to stand the stench any longer, he opened in and spilled into the floor on the other side. He looked around, finding himself in some sort of utility room, and seeing no brutes, he crouched, and pulled up his battle rifle. He opened the door and looked into the room beyond. One brute  standing with his back to Sikslik7, who sneaks up and beats him over the head with his battle rifle. Sikslik7 then got his bearings. He was somewhere above the main atrium of the tower, but under the flag.

 

He found a staircase and slowly moved upward, He reached the top of the tower to find four elites standing around the flag. He rolls a  Frag grenade towards their feet and runs into the open, BR firing. The grenade explodes, removing all the elite's shields and knocking two on their backs. The third stumbles as he tries to pick up his storm rifle, but the fourth pulls his sword out, only to be taken out with a burst from Sikslik7's BR. One elite picks up his storm rifle, only for it to be kicked from his hands and put down with a magnum round. The other two elites have regained their feet and pull up their storm rifles, but Sikslik7 plows into one. They tussel, but Sikslik7 mananges to fire the storm rifle at the other elite, but is pulled down. The final elite gets on top of Sikslik7, and activates his personal energy knife, but when he does, he shifts his weight, allowing Sikslik7 to pull the elite over him, and over the edge of tower. Getting to his feet, all he hears in "wort wort!" and a thud from below. 

 

"Time to be gone," said Sikslik7 as he reached for the blue flag. He grabs the flag and hears an announcer yell across the forest "Blue team flag taken." 

[Gojira]

Name: Criza’ran (known to the Prophets as The Unmutual Cunning)

 

 

 

Preferred Weapon: Energy Swords, and plasma pistol

 

 

 

Race and/or Occupation:  Yanme’e (Drone), leader of the Unmutual Drones (From Halo Evolutions)

 

 

Power/Ability 1: Insect: (broken into three categories) Compound Eyes: Good long range and close range vision. Flight:  If you need this defined, please take pity on yourself. Prehensile Appendages: When in flight Cunning can use his two pairs of thorax legs(his “arms” and “legs”) to wield up to four weapons (exceptions are turrets, Forerunner Weapons, or large weapons such as Gravity Hammers, Snipers, Precision Weapons, SAW, Brute Shot, and Rail Gun. However the Fuel Rod Cannon, Concussion rifle, Rockets, and Plasma Launcher and all other weapons can be used. He can also carry off smaller units (see GiF), use his abdominal legs (third set of legs) to throw grenades, and use his “legs” and “arms” to steady a sniper rifle or precision weapon from a hanging position(using his third set of legs to hang).

 

 

Power/Ability 2: Elite Training: Due to an Elite Shipmaster’s admiration of his combat ability, Cunning was taught in the ways of Sangheili swordsmanship and war. Thus he is extremely capable in melee combat, strategizing, has active camouflage, can utilize energy swords, and has upgraded armor and shields (which are already good since he was a Drone Ultra in the covenant military.

 

 

 

Power/Ability 3: Tech Savvy: Due to his and his species talent for repairing technology, Cunning and a his swarm may jack enemy vehicles, kill the driver, take the wreckage back to base and rebuild it for their own use, also all damage to his vehicular forces can be repaired. The Drones can also easily tear apart infantry such as Hunters when in a swarm.    

 

 

 

Bio: Criza’ran served for several years in the Covenant war machine, eventually raising himself to the rank of Ultra. During a battle on Tribute a piece of shrapnel embedded itself into his exoskeleton and damaged one of his antennae. His mental ties to the Yanme’e Queen were severed and he began to think independently. He continued to battle on Tribute for another week and within this time caught the eye of an Elite Ultra who admired his combat ability and gave him a crash course in Sangheili warfare, until Covenant leadership got word of a drone commander who fought unlike other drones and killed any cowardly and foolish troops under his command. Given the title of Unmutual(a Drone that ceases to serve the hive) and was put to work on a Jackal run penal colony on Verge. It was here that he began to rally an army of independent and more lethal Drones all across the penal colonies on Verge against humanity and the Covenant. Unlike the Unmutuals under his command Criza’ran showed no signs of insanity which was a side effect of being severed from the Queen. It was also on Verge that he developed a severe hate for Jackals and Humanity (Spartans in particular). For the Jackals abused he and his allies and Spartan Black Team destroyed one of the penal colonies, killing many of his brothers and his best ally Crun’tienn (nicknamed by the Spartans Hopalong). Its destruction led to his colony uprising and the Drone conquering of Covenant settlements on Verge. Having retrieved a Jackal ship, he and his legions acted as pirates and often entered many Human/Covenant conflicts, attacking both factions. When the Great Schism occurred Criza’ran recruited most of the Drones and several other species of Covenant to his cause. Also during the Schism he procured many Covenant weapons and vehicles, and captured two Yanme’e Queens.

 

 

 

Special Weapon: Metamorphosis:  Alive and dead soldiers can be brought and can be used on one chosen Yanme’e, which when it consumes enough food can go into a cocoon (takes 3 posts to hatch). From the cocoon emerges a massive Drone super Unit, ground, air or infantry for use in the battle. The Super Unit, regardless of role is : Ferociam Callidus Artifex Cazador(a combination of Spanish and Latin words that mean “Ferocious cunning hunter with a special set of skills.” The ground vehicle version is a massive stag beetle like creature that can burrow, easily destroy vehicles and infantry with its large horn, has a heavily armored body and can be rode on. The flying version is a massive hornet like creature that is extremely fast, lightly armored, equipped with a stinger, and it can pick up vehicles and large explosive to drop or destroy (similar to the enforcer). The Infantry variant is the Drone equivalent of the Alien Queen from Aliens, just different to avoid copyright. (pictures of these beasts will be uploaded soon, also the cocoon can be attacked, but will be heavily defended.

 

 

 

Appearance:  A drone ultra that is seven feet in height, has a sharp horn protruding from its head, spikes and scars on its thorax, wielding four energy swords in flight and has a collection of trophies decorating its weapons belt (brute teeth, dog tags, grunt masks, a Spartan helmet or piece of armor, an ODST patch, etc.). So in a nutshell, the scariest bugger you've ever seen.

[Sadly Just AL]

"Heh, that ought to keep em busy." Bass thought, halfway to the other spire. "Can't believe Spark's plan worked."

He snuck past the guards that advance, leaving their own tower unattended. Now that Slik is putting his part of theplan into action, he will sneak in and grab the flag. But in case of any guards, he made a special order to be dropped at his signal.

"There's the entrance." He said to himself, unlimbering his shotgun. "Time to turn and burn."

He went through the doorless entrance, weapon primed and ready. No one was there so far, so he quietly made his way to a Grav lift that went up to the second to last floor. Upon usage, he was thrust though various levels of the structure, until the blue stream dropped him off at his destination... Someone was there. He observed through glass to see two jackals, 4 grunts, and an elite.

"Heh, heh. This will be fun." He said, cocking the shotgun.

Bass broke into a sprint, and lunged onto the first jackal, snapping its back, while using its carbine to drop the other. The grunts ran in fear, but didn't get far after a frag left them strewn across the floor.

"Too easy." Bass jeered.

"I assure you, I won't be." The elite sad, smacking the carbine from Bass, but not before his sword was whipped out of his hand by Bass who chucked his shotgun at it.

"Rr, come here!" The elite growled.

It advanced and attempted to punch, but Bass grabbed him by the wrist, only to meet the same result when he attempted it. The two were locked in arms.

'What now?' Bass thought, then looked up at his horn, and groaned. 'Can't believe I'm doing this.'

He veered back, and head butted the elite, piercing it's skull with the horn, killing the covie. He pushed it off, and proceeded to rub the slimy blood off it.

"Wow..." He echoed. "Never trying that again. Now for that flag..."

[Sikslik7]

"Taste Flagnum Brute!," yelled sikslik7 as he thrust the flag through a a brute's skull. He found a stair case and became to descend as a figure emerged from behind him. He turns, swinging the flag over his shoulder and knocks the figure down, "Bass? What are you doing?"

 

"I'm getting the flag, but I guess you already have it," Bass replied, getting to his feet. "Need me to get a vehicle?"

 

"Nah, they don't have anything that can seat two and a flag, but there is something you can do so we can get the flag out of here."

 

A few minutes later, after discussing the idea, Bass nodded one last time and wished Sikslik7 luck. Sikslik7 turned, and ran down the stairs, into the main atrium and outside. he turns around part of the tower to find a group of Elites and Brutes, with multiple wraiths. They turn and  raise their weapons, too many for Sikslik7 to handle.

 

"Surrender, or die human," one smelly brute demands.

 

"Alright, fine, I surrender,"  replies Sikslik7 cooly.

 

"Where's our flag?"

 

"Gone," replies Sikslik7 with a grin. And good luck Bass.

[BaconShelf]

Jacob teleported into the canyon... Upside down. After falling on his head and almost giving himself a concussion, he looked around. He felt sick, though he was used to that after the feeling of his atom s being ripped apart and sewn back together dozens of times before. Even if that meant he had lost one if his toes...

 

 

He looked around. There were red markers over his teammates; SIK, SPRK and various others appeared on his HUD. As he walked towards them, he diverted power from his abilities into his teleport, bringing in his arsenal; 100 Vultures. Not the most imaginative, but it would do its job. He hitched a ride as his airborne cavalry slowly flew towards the red base. Inside, a worker grunt squealed in terror at the sight if whar he thought was a great Crapapants bird, an old Unggoy myth about a large bird with the ability to spit fireballs in any direction and had great archers to kill. Funnily enough, he did indeed what the name sounded like and ran off. Next to the bird was Jacob's Vultures, who swiftly gunned down the creature before landing at the facility.

 

Jacob adresses the first tag he saw-SPRK,

"We'll, I'm ready. So's my 'flock!' What's the plan?"

[VinWarrior]

Omegaman was quite sick of his team, he figured he could take all the credit himself, after all, he was the best Jackal this system had to offer, he looked at his Elite friend,  turning his suppressor around and pulling it into the air, but the elite non-nonchalantly muttered to him, still walking forward, "Don't even, Jackal... I know how you feel." as Omegaman's eyes opened wide, he muttered something, definitely not appropriate, under his mouth, and kept walking. Omegaman, ran backwards, not following orders and suprising the two, he yelled to them, "Get the car and take the *ssbag who took our flag, I am going to take their's." as he kept running, he reached the surface, their flag in sight, but a long walk away, he ran forward as fast as he could, jumping over steep drops, as he muttered back to his elite friend, "Gator, throw me your swords!" as the Elite threw them to the Jackal, who docked his Suppressor behind his back and jump into the air, he caught them, one on each hand and plunged them into the tower, which kept him in his position, he crawled up the long tower, putting one energy sword in front of him, then another, so on and so forth, as he reached the top, a marine was guarding it, and his swords needed to be recharged, he put his hand to his back, as a Lancer was digistructed, he pulled it forward and rammed into the marine, as he slashed off his legs, he then aimed at his head and fired a Neon green round into his face, turning him into green ash, it was funny, because green was the power of will, yet his gun always fired orange, corruption, maybe his actions changed something, he shrugged it off and grabbed the flag, he holstered it on his back as he could hear the other team's announcer saying, "Red Flag Taken." he looked down, and sighed as he took a leap of faith, his monitor let him know if he got too close, it did, at about 15 meters he activated his thruster pack, lightening the fall, he put his hand to his ear and muttered, "I got it, need extract-" as he heard a magnum ****, he turned, he knew who it was, a familiar spartan, he muttered, "Heh, been a long time," as he tilted his head at the sound of a warthog incoming, he then continued saying, "But it's gonna have to wait a little longer." as he evaded narrowly, as the car was ramming Sparky, he grabbed hold of the side of the car jumping on to the turret, and passing the flag to Des'. He yelled at Pluton who was driving, "Swap with me!" as the two quickly jumped in each other's spots, Omegaman turned the car, and rammed the petal, aiming for the jump, they were almost back, Des' had the flag, the Jackal got out incredibly fast and parkoured to their own flag stand, which had their flag, and muttered to Des', "THROW IT!" as Des' swung the flag to the Jackal, who was near the top, thanks to his claws, and resiliance, he pulled the flag upward with all of his strength and raised his hand with the flag into the air as he slammed it into the ground, a voice rung out, saying, "Blue Team has Captured the Flag!" and Omegaman Infinity smiled.

[Sadly Just AL]

Bass heard the voice... Their flag was at the other base.

"Son of a..." He muttered, then activated his communicator. "He Ganon!"

"Read you loud and clear, what is it?" Ganon replied.

"Is the package ready for drop?" Bass asked.

Ganon snickered. "Oh yes."

"Heh, drop it." Bass said, his smile concealed behind his visor. "Let's see some fire works."

He heard engines, pelicans were unmistakeable. Then metal clanks rang... Three boxes landed, two sized the same while the other was larger. Then three drop pods hit, Spartans exiting each. The head one made his way to Bass.

"I heard Spark wanted help, what is the situation?"

"Glad you asked, our flag was stolen, and we want it back." Bass explained. "So Cedric, get your team ready for a little... Demolition."

"Heh, about time." Cedric replied and turned to the others.

"You heard him." Cedric commanded. "mount up. And Gibraltar?"

The slender deadeye unit turned to him with an ice cold stare.

"Time to show them Rancord's new invention." Cedric finished.

" haha, fantastic." Gibraltar cackled and activated the large crate, opening it to reveal a mech. He sprinted and launched into the cockpit, shutting the hatch with one swift movement. The mechanical beast rose up and roared to live. "Let's show these hinge heads some true fire power.

...

 

The covies yelled in victory, having the flag in their clutches.

"We win!" Pluton yelled.

Then a ghost sailed through, splattering about a dozen grunts. They all turned and jaws dropped.

The mech was standing there, followed by ODST'S who were in the Hogs lead by the other Spartan, Corbin.

"No mercy." He said.

No one notice the elite sneak up behind the Mantis and jump onto the back until it was too late.

"Game over!" The elite yelled, pulling out a plasma. But the hatch burst up, smashing the covie in the jaw, and onto the floor below, Gibraltar caught the plasma, and threw it at the fallen alien, sticking him. The results were quite satisfying. Ginbraltar reactivated the mantis and picked up a Revenant.

"Who's next?" He sneered.