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Post by penguinreich on Feb 26, 2007 18:32:34 GMT -5
((where's the profile board?))
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 30, 2007 18:01:35 GMT -5
Darin winced when Master Chief applied pressure. Any touch would have been painful but one from a super strong cyborg was a lot worse " Yeah right there, that might be where the brake is. Darin couldn't help but curse his luck , he shouldn't have been trying to climb the wall anyways. He was going to be in a lot of pain once the adrenaline wore off. Darin picked up both his weapons and surveyed them. " Well my pistol has three shots and my plasma rifle is" Darin examined the weapons closely, focusing on the strange alien scripts until he found what he guessed to be a a bar to measure ammo, or what ever the hell te rifle ran on. "Well my plasma rifle seems to be full charged. I can put up one hell of a fight. I'll only need to be outside for a few seconds, then I'll be able to call in the shortswords.
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 29, 2007 18:32:00 GMT -5
Darin hoisted his body up, ignoring the protest from the rest of his body. "I just talked to some Spartans, I think there are two above us, could be more. There could possibly be marines to, I'm not sure, I just don't know the situation. Until we got up there I can't call in a raid, to many variables. That means we don't have much time to move."
Darin pushed himself up, gingerly putting pressure on his legs, but that small amount of pressure sent a bolt of pain through his legs and he toppled to the ground, his teeth grinding with pain. He moved to examine his leg, a small tap with his finger and more pain was the result. Darin cursed under his breath "I think my legs broken, this could be a problem chief"
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 28, 2007 16:25:14 GMT -5
Darin was halfway up the wall towards the grate when the explosion hit. The very metal he was climbing shook with the blast and Darin already uneasy footing gave way. He opened his mouth to yell out but was already on the ground before he could utter a syllable.
Darin lay perfectly still on the ground, trying to greedily suck in air that had left his lungs with the drop. He planned on laying there for a at least a minute, this was after all the closest he had came to peace in the past hours. But this limited serenity was broken when his comm came blaring to a staticy life. Spartans. Darin pushed himself up and flipped on his comm.
"Attention, any U.N.S.C personal in the vicinity, this is Lt Darin. I'm pinned down with the master chief in the forerunner complex, there's a grate above us blocking are exit, I'm putting it up as a nav point. Any assistance would be much appreciated." Darin would have smiled at his formality in this dangerous time if not for the alien blood on his lips.
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 2, 2007 20:00:16 GMT -5
Darin hurried up the ramp, the thump of the plasma explosion still echoing in his ears. The sleek metal corridor took a sharp left and then continued as a long narrow hallway. Darin quickly cleared the corner as the muffled cries of the wounded and dieing covenant reached his ears. A sound he taught himself to block-out.
Darin rushed down till the end of the corridor. It ended in a strange fashion, a circular room with no doors or ways out other than corridor. At least that's what the Lt. thought until he looked up to see a grate blocking a opening to the outside, probably susceptible to a well placed plasma grenade. Darin's hand drifted down to his belt, no grenades, but he bet he knew someone that would have some. "Uhhh chief, I've got a job for you."
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Post by penguinreich on Dec 30, 2006 15:54:35 GMT -5
Darin needed no second bidding, he jumped up from behind his cover after the master chief. A plasma bolt flew by his head, he could feel the burning heat on his check as fear gripped his body. He ran behind the Spartan,barely able to keep up with the mechanized behemoth.
Ahead of the pair was a ramp built in the same style as the rest of the complex. Darin didn't have to say anything about the ramp, it was the only way out from the tunnel other than thru a dozen angry elites.
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Post by penguinreich on Dec 27, 2006 22:35:22 GMT -5
Darin pulled out his plasma rifle at the master chief's words, more effective than his pistol for the brawl that was coming. Sweat dripped down Darin's forehead, which he brushed away with the sleeve of his jumpsuit, as the lieutenant took cover behind a outcropping in the wall.
Darin's heart skipped a beat as a grunt waddled out from behind the corner, the poor little guy never knew what hit him, he just fell to the ground, half his head burnt away. Darin released his grip on the trigger, waiting for the inevitable onslaught.
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Post by penguinreich on Dec 24, 2006 16:46:31 GMT -5
L.t Darin looked back at the Spartan,in the gloom he thought he was another covenant monstrosity, but he lowered his weapon when he saw it was a Spartan. Not just any Spartan, but his neural implants displayed a name, Spartan 117, the master chief.
He didn't even notice the grunt missing most of his face,or the splatter of blood it caused on his jumpsuit. Darin peek over the corner towards the coming elites" The walls to my prison came down , I assume it's because of a scuffle upstairs, I've heard some rumbling." That was all he could spit out before the chief blew away a patrol of elites.
"Now i don't know about you" Darin said with a humorless grin " but I'd like to get out of here."
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Post by penguinreich on Dec 23, 2006 18:33:22 GMT -5
Darin leaned up against the wall of the lower corridors. He had flown one of the last longswords out of the ship alone and was crippled by a squad of seraph's. He made a emergency landing in the hills, intending to wait for evac. Eventually he became bored and started moving down the hills. Unfortunately he walked right into a squad of elites on ghosts. He was taken prisoner and kept in a chamber in the lower corridors where he suffered interrogation from the hands of a brutal elite.
When the Spartan entered the facility the guards left on some errand or another, but a energy barrier still kept him from freedom. The battle upstairs must have eventually damaged power because the barrier dissipated and Darin made his escape. He found his pistol and used it on the only thing he could find, a elite with a plasma rifle, the same elite in fact that had brutalized him. It only took one shoot from the powerful weapon to smash the creatures brain and send dark gore along the walls.
So now Darin started to move up the catacomb of corridors, armed with a pistol and a confiscated plasma rifle.
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Post by penguinreich on Feb 18, 2007 23:03:45 GMT -5
Hey, You might know me from around the forms, i post here and there. A friend of mine made a great new Sci-Fi rp which just opened today, check it out. The rp is Story driven, but you can ignore the story and do your own thing if you so please. Here's a little info. Star Dynasty features seven races ( including humans) 5 planets, 1 space station,1 nebula at launch. Humans have left earth in search of greener pastures after earth was destroyed through pollution. They find three habitable planets in another system, which is already inhabited by other races. As the Rp grows more races, planets and possibilities will be created. This is a reasonably small rp at the moment and I know everyone in it, and were serious about trying to keeping it active. If you'd like to rp with nice people in a friendly atmosphere with a great story, stop by or pm with any questions. z6.invisionfree.com/Star_Dynasty/index.php?
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Post by penguinreich on Feb 1, 2007 16:29:05 GMT -5
Simon shrugged at Reenie's glance, he actually didn't know much about Colin, much less about his emotional state. When they where around each other Colin never talked, he a never really got the chance to with Simon anyways. Simon rushed after Reenie, but he bumped into a group of first years and lost his footing. Before they could apologize Simon was off again after Rennie. He arrived to witness Colin's Tears and Reenie's hug, He quietly slid back around the corner, he was never very good with sensitive moments.
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 25, 2007 16:06:11 GMT -5
Simon shrugged and looked back at Colin " Are you going to come or not?"
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 21, 2007 20:49:43 GMT -5
Simon pouted as he chased after Reenie. " Not very friendly to leave without saying goodbye to us, tho i don't blame you, Soon times I get sick of my own voice. But then i always remember how good it sounds so i keep on talking. But what will me and Colin do without you to protect us. 'm not great at violent spells and I'm sure Colin wouldn't really mind being torn to pieces by a werewolf. But I have insignificant stuff to live for so i think it would be safer to follow you"
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 10, 2007 18:57:56 GMT -5
"obviously" Simon said with a smile. He stood up at Reenie's lead. "heading back so soon?" He asked, mock sadness evident on his face. " Why, if i didn't know better I'd say my talk of all things creepy has you jumpy, or am i just over estimating my ability to scare people away?"
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Post by penguinreich on Jan 9, 2007 19:08:20 GMT -5
Simon fell on his back as he watched a passing bird. "Now what gave you that idea, I assure you I'm a innocent and studious young man who wants noting to do with trouble. Speaking of trouble, what are you doing in a forest known to be dangerous and contains all sorts of creepy crawlies, eh?" Simon sat-up and looked over at Reenie and Colin with a barely contained smile.
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