VerbotenDonkey
04-17-2012, 12:51 AM
::This is just a free open roleplay, anyone is welcome to join as any race, rank, person, etc. Jump in anywhere or anytime you please. Hell, it doesn't even have to be in the same location/planet/system we're in. It is set in the FC Lore. Not a major roleplay, we'll follow a loose posting order depending how many people participate. Just want to write creatively right now and anyone is welcome to jump in.::
Morning broke as wisps of light fell through the green foliage canopy covering Private Whidon Hasselbach from above. He lay still, prone, not moving an inch as the green foliage around him glistened in the early morning dew. His MA5B Assault Rifle was in his grip as the animals around him slowly awoke to the day. A passerby would have probably not even given him a thought, at a glance the scene would have looked like any normal environment, minus the Team of cleverly placed ODST hidden around the giant broadleafed tree, completely spread out in the area and out of sight. Whidon's back was stiff from laying still all night; he began to think that someone had poured cement along the back dips of his grey chest-piece.
A double blink of the team leader's green dot on the HUD of his helmet signified an all clear sign, five stealthy ODST Operatives began to rise up out of the foliage, spread out about fifteen meters in radius. They looked around at one another, but no one spoke. They made little noise, surprising from the appearance of their bulkier outfits, but they wore them like an exoskeleton now. The objectve was still kilometers ahead, a good half-day trek. On the outside, it appeared to be only an abandoned factory, decaying from lack of use. But intel suggested that beneath lay a treasure trove of Brotherhood armor with a honeycomb system of tunnels that led to elevators, allowing the vehicles passage to the surface. Of course, it was all theory, but a rather lengthy firefight yesterday had sparked their own interests and attention.
As usual, Private First Class Chuck Anderson took point, a gruffed soldier who had seen a few fights himself. Personally attributed to close quarters combat, a large knife was sheathed horizontally to his ribs, and his shoulder pads included several jutted points to snag opponents onto. A rather cruel gesture, but he took no chances and gave no mercy. Pointing his MA5B forward, doing a quick sweep, he started out, the other four of them tucked neatly behind him, scanning the area slowly as they ventured forth into the early morning.
Morning broke as wisps of light fell through the green foliage canopy covering Private Whidon Hasselbach from above. He lay still, prone, not moving an inch as the green foliage around him glistened in the early morning dew. His MA5B Assault Rifle was in his grip as the animals around him slowly awoke to the day. A passerby would have probably not even given him a thought, at a glance the scene would have looked like any normal environment, minus the Team of cleverly placed ODST hidden around the giant broadleafed tree, completely spread out in the area and out of sight. Whidon's back was stiff from laying still all night; he began to think that someone had poured cement along the back dips of his grey chest-piece.
A double blink of the team leader's green dot on the HUD of his helmet signified an all clear sign, five stealthy ODST Operatives began to rise up out of the foliage, spread out about fifteen meters in radius. They looked around at one another, but no one spoke. They made little noise, surprising from the appearance of their bulkier outfits, but they wore them like an exoskeleton now. The objectve was still kilometers ahead, a good half-day trek. On the outside, it appeared to be only an abandoned factory, decaying from lack of use. But intel suggested that beneath lay a treasure trove of Brotherhood armor with a honeycomb system of tunnels that led to elevators, allowing the vehicles passage to the surface. Of course, it was all theory, but a rather lengthy firefight yesterday had sparked their own interests and attention.
As usual, Private First Class Chuck Anderson took point, a gruffed soldier who had seen a few fights himself. Personally attributed to close quarters combat, a large knife was sheathed horizontally to his ribs, and his shoulder pads included several jutted points to snag opponents onto. A rather cruel gesture, but he took no chances and gave no mercy. Pointing his MA5B forward, doing a quick sweep, he started out, the other four of them tucked neatly behind him, scanning the area slowly as they ventured forth into the early morning.