Radio Chatter

This is not a game per-say, but a continuing storyline
Each person takes the persona of a person present during an epic-space battle (This should be fun for all you writers out there, myself included)
We take turns writing out the next part of the story, I.E. I write about a corporal heading to a pelican for evac, then the next person writes from the perspective of a private running the corridors of a ship about to explode.
You can basically write about anything, as long as it relates to the battle, this is where I got the title.

Rules:
1:One person at a time!
Only one person at a time is on base for writing, we will have a cycle, "On-base" should write their part while the current writer is working on their own.
2: No pointless, mindless bantering in this thread
3: Do not under any circumstances decide a 'winner' in the battle.
As far as it is concerned, this battle has infinite ships and infinite soldiers
4: Stay in the Halo universe please
5: Have fun with it. Space is infinite, why should you imagination not be?

PM me if you would like to join
Anthers on rotation:
'Up': Omega 505
'On base':JB
Inline:x Gauz x
1:Pieman
2:dragoon9105
3:capn qwerty
4: Death no more
5:ZionMasterBen
Participating:
1:JB
2:capn qwerty
3:dragoon9105
4:x Gauz x
5:PiEman
6:Death no more
7:ZionMasterBen
8:
9:
10:
11:
12:
13:
14:Omega 505

ill give it a go i guess, i enjoy these kinda things

I'll give it a try, but don't expect a materpiece.

sign me up i guess

We will start tomorrow if we get enough people

I THOUGHT THE CORP WOULD STRAIGHTEN OUT MY LIFE, SIR! ENLIST ME FOR DUTY, PLEASE, SIR!

I will try, but I don't know if I fully understand how to play

Its typing a story and adding on your own little part, you'll enjoy it if you like typing fanfics

Tonight at 8 PM (Central time) is the deadline to be put in the first round of writing, get your name in here before then!

Or I'll begin tomorrow >.>

I'm in.

Alright, we're going to start.
Be aware of when your name comes to the top of the list.
I'll start us off and then randomize the names to get a line up.

hellz ya im going to play

Death no more wrote:hellz ya im going to play

Alright, you're up first (Since you volunteered on PM, as a note to anyone who thinks I just picked you by random XD)

Captain Jerome looked onward at the system, the Beta-Gemini system to be exact. They had just dropped out of slip space a few seconds ago. The where following a lead that hinted covenant activity in the area, he wasn't sure if it was true but that is what he was to find out.
"Sir! Our preliminary scans of the system show that we have 3 covenant flagships that just dropped into the system on the far side of a planet." The female radar specialist said.

The captain turned swiftly towards her."Damn, well we got our answer. What planet did they drop out near?"

"Feros-B Sir, should we call for reinforcements?"

"No not now, we have to focus on the situation at hand." The captain turned around and slowly walked toward the view screen "Prep all long sword fighters and pelicans for battle, things are about to get ugly, soon. Set coordinates for Feros-B and move to opposite side of the planet, we have to set the table for our guests." A Small grin formed on the captains face, this was going to be fun he thought.

Corporal Samuel Verington prepared his longsword, the captain had just sent orders to prep for flight he thought. This was going to be his first battle against the covenant, this was going to be one hell of a fight. He climbed out of the long swords cockpit and left it running, he walked toward the mini armory that they had set-up, he grabbed a SMG and a pistol, he wouldn't need much. He was after going to be in his long sword most of the time, he hoped. The speakers turned on "All long sword launch in 30 seconds, I repeat launch in 30 seconds." Samuel chuckled to himself, time to rock he thought.


Well thats my first part in this game, it was kinda short, feel free to continue off of this little story, since i kinda set the entire place of battle

The following was recorded between the hours of 0125 and 0211

http://Capt.Grej:// Marlena, status report!

http://UNSC.AI.MARLENA:// Our forward array is down captain, the Georgetown and the Carolina are destroyed. Waterlily is venting atmosphere and is out of commission. The Bankings is moving to flank the enemy position along with Bravo fleet.

//Grej:// How are WE doing Marlena, how’s the Into the Dark?

//MARLENA:// Our engines are down sir, we can not escape to slipspace. The alignment on our MAC is skewed, we can not fire another round with out significant damage to ourselves.

//Grej:// How are the Longswords?

//MARLENA:// All fighters have been destroyed captain. If we remain in the Covenant’s line of… wait a moment. [:Sound: Explosion?] …sir, our reactors are going critical, they are about to overload.

//Grej:// Dammit, what are my options here Marlena?

//MARLENA:// At the moment? Nothing… I can think of no possible way to escape this situation.

//Grej://[Sighing?] Sound general orders, abandon ship.

//MARLENA:// Sir?

//Grej:// DO IT!

//MARLENA:// Aye captain, abandon ship is sounded. What are you going to do if I might ask?

//Grej:// Ram this ship down the bastards thoughts, begin Admiral Cole’s protocol. Wipe all cores, including your own. It’s been an honor serving with you Marlena.

//MARLENA:// As with you sir… as with you.

?//Error//? Message ends.

The Into the Dark impacted a CCS-class Covenant cruiser an instant before its reactor blew. The concussion and included debris collapsed the cruiser’s shields, as well as the shields of two smaller vessels. These were quickly destroyed by the UNSC fleet. Captain Jim Grej was given a medal of honor for his sacrifice.

And we're off, qwerty is up, so watch for your name in the line so we can keep this going

Aboard the UNSC Marathon-Class ship Term Limits...

///DATA CORE ACCESS DENIED///

Captain John Anson - "Damnit! We don't have time for this! Scott, any luck?"

Mil. A.I. CTN 0341-8 Scott "Negative, Captain. My access to the Data Core is also blocked."

Cpt. John - "Of all the damned luck..."

Scott - "Sensors detecting multiple Covenant ships dropping out of slipspace near Feros-B."

Cpt. John - "...shit. Scott, bring the ship up to combat status. And get me on the intercomm."

Scott - "Aye aye sir."

Cpt. John - "Attention all hands! Covenant forces have been detected near Feros-B. Everyone to battle stations! Longsword and Shortsword crews to your fighters! Lets give 'em hell Marines."

Scott - "Sir, friendly ship detected in system."

Cpt John - "Who?"

Scott - "With the data core innacesible..."

Cpt. John - "Yea. But it's definetly ours?"

Scott - "Yes sir."

Cpt. John - "Tell them what's going on, and to call in backup."

Scott - "Message sent."

Cpt. John - "How's our status?"

Scott - "MAC fully charged. Archers ready. Fighters ready. Slipspace drives ready. Cole Protocol ready to execute. Time to intercept: 00:24:01 and counting."

Aboard Covenant Class Ship - The Purging Flame

The Ship had just exited slipspace along with the rest of the fleet on the other side of the planet the Humans called Feros-B. The planet was just large enough to hide the cluster of ships from any forces on the other side, or so that was what fleet master Valanesh thought right before the ship started to shake uncontrollably. While the whole bridge was now in disarray while various Unggoy began running around babbling like domesticated animals.

"Report" he calmly said to any of the Unggoy that were still holding their wits.

He knew that soon his loyal Sangheili would be on deck to calm things down. It truly is a shame that he didn't foresee this coming, but that wasn't something he was going to worry about this moment in time.

"Sheilds are at 38% and quickly deminishing" ,one of the Unggoy finally said deciding to sit at a terminal as the Sangheili entered the room. "None of their larger ships are in sight."

This wasn't right, the only weapon that could even remotely scathe a covenant ship was a shot from one the heretic ship's main guns, and they were to far out to be hit by any orbital defense systems.

"What are your orders shipmaster?" One of the sangheili asked after a few short moments.

By now the phrases were almost like breathing to him. "Send out the fighters, divert the ships weapon power to the sheilds until the plasma generators can sustain, move the ships around so we can engage these pests, and prepare to board." He took a quiet breath as for anyone not to notice. The entire time he never broke focus on the main screens of his command seat. Watching the heretic ships fly around like flies shooting their strange new weapons, he knew if he didn't act quick that he would not achieve what he came here for.

x Gauz x is up...

Inside a Seraph-class starfighter...

Rofammee was deep in thought before he was commanded to suit up and use the Seraph. While putting on his flight harness he was thinking to himself.

It has been a while since I have actually used a Seraph in combat.
Pray be to the gods should I live.

He and his co-pilot, Sarasee, entered the tear-drop shaped starfighter. Like all other Seraphs, this one was no different from the others. It had a tear-drop shape, which has been seen in most Covenant architecture.

"Brother, you have not yet engaged the Seraph, what troubles you?” asked Sarasee.

Brought back into reality Rofammee replied in a daze, "Nothing brother, nothing plagues my mind. Let us begin."

With that he engaged the Seraphs main engines, while his co-pilot thusly activated the weapon systems. The Seraphs cockpits were enveloped in a purple light as the interface responded to their touch.

Rofamme was almost mesmerized by the entire moment. He was about to engage the enemy, and while he has done so countless number of times, it was still all so surreal to him.

He thought of his home, and how his family that was not in the military was back there. The elders, the wives, the children...

My kin...

Rofammee and Sarasee were now in the vastness of space. Rofammee thought on how serene it all looked, pure darkness, speckled with tiny stars and the occasional colorful nebula.

Little was he aware of the raging battle he was in, and that he had a Longsword diving straight for his Seraph.

"Hostile spotted, charging Pulse Laser.", Sarasee said plainly.

Rofammee caught a hint of fear in his co-pilots voice.

Is he afraid of death?

The Pulse laser quickly dispatched the enemy longsword. Unfortuently, they have been targeted by three more as they went astray from the battle. Two trailing close behind, the other above their own Seraph.

Damnation! This shall be the end of us...

How right that prediction was, the Lognswords behind Rofammee fired two ASGM-10 missles each. While the Longsword above them fired another one ment to intercept Rofammee's path.

The missles quickly trailed behind him, coming closer and closer.

"Brother! What should we do?!” asked Sarasee with total panic in his voice.

Rofammee ignored his co-pilot, and took the time to think of his family in his last moments.

Sarasee's screaming was deafening, and the cockpit grew incredibly hot as flame engulfed the entire Seraph. Rofammee closed his eyes, the heat felt well. The noise of his co-pilot screaming, and the Seraph's interface buzzing loudly was music to him.

(Angled view in space of the Seraph engulfed in flames.)

The Seraph did not take long to explode, and a brilliant array of colors did it make.

The whole battle was a light show, full of explosiong of Yellow and red, blue and purple. It almost would have of made you smile; had you not known that death was the price of this magnicficent light.

Sorry, I would have this posted, and a better version yesterday, but my internet had to shut down...

And I forgot a few details from the original.

And this is my first actuall FF type writing experience.

"Fire the cannons!" shouted, Masre, a female Kig-Yar. Her scout ship, Divine Fire, had discovered the UNSC ships floating in space. The battle was raging, and there wasn't much she could do.
Most of her crew defied the Covenant, and they were firing the lasers everywhere. A typical Covenant Destroyer was vaporized by the hail of missiles.
"Yuy'ya, begin course transfer," she ordered Maka', her NAV Officer.

"Yes, ma'am!" the Grunt jumped through the controls.

The craft shuddered through Slip-space, just barely escaping a gigantic MAC slug. Masre aimed her laser at the UNSC cruiser, and it was obliterated.

A deep rumble broke the following silence.
"W-what was that?" asked Jeree, another Jackal operating weapons.

"Boarding pods." Someone said grimly.

"Prepare all weapons! BOARDERS!" screamed Masre. She picked up her Carbine and shield.



A few minutes later, the mess hall was hell. Gunfire spattered everywhere, and Masre lay with a deep gash in her arm. She kept firing from behind a table, waiting for her death. Finally, several rounds tore through the ship, and she was all at once, proud of the destruction her ship soon bestowed to the rest.

Pieman, you're up

I know, I'll have to post it when I get home.

I'm at my cousin's house, and I've literally started twice, only to get kicked off the computer before I can finish the post.

I'm leaving now, so I'll have it hopefully in less than one hour.