Radio Chatter

///Rec. UNSC Destroyer Sledgehammer///
*Captain Clauswell*: "Make your angle 45 degrees up!"
*Helmsman*: "45 degrees up, aye."

//Ships Records Indicate 45 Degree shift in direction\\

//Records Indicate Covenant ship Class: Unidentified precisely 44 meters below the bow for app. 3 seconds\\

*Helmsman*: "Just missed 'em Captain"
*Clauswell*: "Turn us 180 degrees to port, kill the engines, and arm both the MACs with heavy slugs, and tell them I want them ready to fire ASAP"
*Comm. Officer*: "Aye aye sir"

//Records Indicate 180 Degree shift in direction\\
//Records Indicate Magnetic Accelerator Cannons -1 and -2 armed with Heavy Rounds\\
//Records Indicate Engines have come to full stop\\

*Clauswell*: “On my order, fire MAC -1, then 2 seconds later, fire -2”
*Comm. Officer*: “Aye Captain, I’ll pass the word to the MAC deck”

//Records Indicate Covenent Ship Class: Unidentified begins to show higher thermal signatures along Plasma Conduits\\

*Scanner Operator*: “Sir, that ship’s heating up to fire!”
*Clauswell*: “Give ‘er a minute son, she’s just wasting her breath”

//Records Indicate Covenent Ship Class: Unidentified is showing thermal signatures of maximum non- self destructive excess likely ready to fire Torpedoes\\

*Clauswell*: “Fire -1!”

//Records Indicate MAC-1 firing followed shortly by MAC-2\\

*Scanner Operator*: “Captain, I show two successful hits! -1 took their shields out, and -2 hit the plasma conduits, cau-“
*Clauswell*: “Causing them to overheat and melt through the hull of their own ship, yes?”
*Scanner Operator*: “Pretty much sir, well done.”


EDIT: Now, before I get shit for this, Destroyers do have two normal sized MACs, they're basically just really heavy Frigates.

//Datalog Extraction from UNSC Carrier "Fire over Heaven" \\ //Stop\\----//Play//*

AI: Commander Westwind Now Taking the helm

Westwind: All longsword wings converge fire on the designated ship, then retreat and rearm

AI: Commander Hull damage is on the rise, engineering bay's 1 and 14 are locked down,.. wait.. we are now being boarded in sector 7

Westwind: Deploy Marine guard teams three through seven to repel boarders and reclaim sector 7

------------ //Fast forward //--------------------- //Stop\\--//Play--*

*Alarm sounds*

AI:commander boarders in sectors 1-5, all marine teams marked KIA, hull damage critical what are your orders

Westwind: Full power to the engines, all remaining crew lock down the bridge, we are gonna ram the bastards

AI: captain we just lost life support, Reactors working at 75 percent, now 50 percent, the ship is going critical.

Westwind: All power to the engines, now! *radio* All remaining longsword wings Retreat to friendly space*

Ai: Captain we need to evacuate

Westwind: You all will, im staying. All remaining crew secure a life pod and launch, I am guiding the ship right into that damn Capitol ship

AI: All Life pods are unlocked, All crew please report for evacuation

*Ship Shakes and Alarms sound*

AI:Covenant Capitol ship 7000 meters away and closing

Westwind: Prepare for impact

AI: 4000 meters away....

AI: 2000 meters away

Westwind: HAHAHAHAHAHA

AI: Impact!...... //Playback End// Unexpected Halt in transmision// This program has performed an illegal action and must shut down//

Why does everyone end up ramming them?

AM I THE ONLY SANE MAN LEFT IN THIS FLEET!

Hmmm...

Well I don't really see how this game will go, I don't think the objective is to win, is it?

Well, if we are just making a story, put together on whim by a few people... then what sides or PoV's (Point of Views) are you guys doing?

My points of view will probably be either:
-Covenant Shipmaster
-Covenant soldier *already done once*
-Human Civilian
-Human Military Infantry

I think we need a "Radio Chatter Discussion" thread.

well, my guy is still alive >.> I plan on keeping my story going on with him, Why does everyones ship have to do with fire in some form or another?

"Fire Over Heavan"
"Divine Fire"
"The Purging Flame"

x Gauz x wrote:Hmmm...

Well I don't really see how this game will go, I don't think the objective is to win, is it?

Well, if we are just making a story, put together on whim by a few people... then what sides or PoV's (Point of Views) are you guys doing?

My points of view will probably be either:
-Covenant Shipmaster
-Covenant soldier *already done once*
-Human Civilian
-Human Military Infantry

Nope,no winning, just writing...
You can do any POV at any time, so it's not about consistency, just fun XD

capn qwerty wrote:I think we need a "Radio Chatter Discussion" thread.

Yes we do... Ummm... I will make one

EDIT: Made, could a nice mod move the non story parts to the new thread please?
EDIT:EDIT: The order has been updated, qwerty is up

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

Cpt. John - "Port thrusters fire...NOW!"

The Term Limits fired her portside thrusters, shifting the ship out of the way of two Covenant plasma torpedo's.

Cpt. John - "Fire Archers."

The Marathon spewed Archer missiles from her portside launchers after the torpedo's, impacting on the super-heated plasma and destroying torpedo's and missiles both.

Scott - "Torpedo's neutralized. MAC recharged."

Cpt. John - "Firing solution A2."

The Term Limits launched another volley of Archers, this time at a Covenant CCS. Seconds later, the MAC boomed.

The MAC round impacted on the CCS' shield, causing it to flicker and die, as well as rupturing a bulkhead near the impact area; an instant later, the Archer missiles rammed into the damaged ship, rewarding the [iTerm Limits[/i] crew with another kill.

Scott - "CCS destroyed. Aquiring new target."

Cpt. John - "How're the fighters doing?"

Scott - "117/343 launched fighters have been destroyed."

Cpt. John - "Not the best news I've heard today..."

Scott - "A Covenant frigate is in range. MAC at 77%."

Cpt. John - "Good enough. Fire."

The Term Limits MAC boomed again, sending a slug at the Covenant frigate. The round hit the ships stern, not quite penatrating the shield, but causing the frigate to spin towards another Covenant vessel, impacting head (so to speak) first.

The frigate was destroyed, and the second ship was venting...well, everything.

Scott - "Frigate destroyed. Covenant cruiser severely damaged."

Cpt. John - "Fire Archers."

Oops... Death was supposed to be next XD
I'll move you down Qwerty

So many 7s, so little time.

PiEman wrote:So many 7s, so little time.

DO NOT WORRY!

THIS IS NOT A REFRENCE! AT ALL!

x Gauz x wrote:

PiEman wrote:So many 7s, so little time.

DO NOT WORRY!

THIS IS NOT A REFRENCE! AT ALL!

Please keep these things to the discussion thread please

Omega 505 wrote:

x Gauz x wrote:

PiEman wrote:So many 7s, so little time.

DO NOT WORRY!

THIS IS NOT A REFRENCE! AT ALL!

Please keep these things to the discussion thread please

uggh sorry just skip me for now, to much shit to do!!

Your turn Omega.

PiEman wrote:Your turn Omega.

Opps, sorry
missed that, I'll try to get one out today

Oh bloody guvna...

You all write in different ways... and some of you fail at grammar. This is why I don't participate in LFFs.

Skip me too, I can't write too well when sick

OKay, that means JB, you're up.

And Civ, why don't you stop going around and throwing in your two cents about every thread you read, and only actually post if you have something useful to say.

I'd say that was useful. Forums were built for discussion, after all.

Yes, discussion.

You're not discussing anything, you're just going in and Bill O'Riley-ing anything you don't particularly like.

You gonna call me a pinhead for sayin' that now?

Aboard Covenant Class Ship - The Purging Flame

*Valanesh looked up as his bridge was quickly losing pressure*

A MAC round had hit one of the ships next to it and sent it spinning into the flame. It had caused a 78% casualty rate among his flight deck, and who knows how badly around the rest of the ship. He knew this would lose him much honor among his house.

"Shipmaster we have to leave!" said his trusted brother Thad'lein.

"Do you fear death brother?" he replied

"No I do not fear death, but why waste our lives in a battle we have no say in?"

"We stay and fight till our dying breath brother" he was disappointed in his brothers lack of will. The ship soon began to shake, but this time it didn't stop. A piece of the ship gave free and they soon found themselves floating in the ship. Valanesh's last thougth before he fell unconscious was he had died dishonorably.

He awoke long after Just outside of a boarding pod which was obviously the reason for him living. Unaware of his surroundings he heard from behind him, "brother are you awake?" He turned to see his first hand from the ship mangled with a peice of the ship that had run him straight through. He didn't even look like he was really even alive aside from the fact his chest was moving. His friend had always been tough, but this was unimaginable he was lying in what was clearly a pool of his own blood which would have killed any weaker, but not him.

"I need to speak to you." It was obvious what had happened. His brother had saved his life by giving up his own. There was no way that his house would accept him in his current state.

"I wish not to bring dishonor to my house, you know what you must do."

After a few moments of preperation Valanesh finally said "Goodbye brother", and with that he drew his sword and decapitated his old comrade.

Soon after however he heard something in the distance...

PiEman wrote:Yes, discussion.

You're not discussing anything, you're just going in and Bill O'Riley-ing anything you don't particularly like.

You gonna call me a pinhead for sayin' that now?

Yes, pinhead.

*ahem* Would you two blockheads kindly take this somewhere else?

"Jonathan dear, did you pack all you stuff up?” asked Cyllia, Jonathans mother.

"Yeah mom, but why do we have to go?” Jonathan asked his mother with a pouty face.

"Because there is some sort of evacuation, we have to go now honey.” stated Cyllia, with an annoyed look on her face.

Jonathan though this over, then replied “Well its stupid, I think…” in a childish tone.

Jonathan and his mother left the house and carpooled with a family friend. The streets were packed with cars all going to one destination, Cryis city. Feros-B was a lightly populated planet, with little under 350 million inhabitants.

As the car approached the city, the situation got more intense. In the city it was a total mess, the city looked like a tornado had ripped right through it. The streets were empty, but the sidewalks were full of people. A special operations force was obviously stationed to keep them there.

All of the sudden, the clouds started parting and huge winds started ripping through the city. Papers, littler, small garbage cans, and anything small were thrown in the air. Everybody began looking up as a giant, purple; Covenant ship began uncloaking itself in the sky above their heads. Everyone was in total shock, even the special operations, as they were not informed on the situation either. The ship started opening up, revealing a luminous blue light emanating from the bowels of the ship.

Covenant banshees started exiting the ship and firing on the city below. The military forces at the city exchanged fire with the banshees, in a futile attempt to distract them from the civilians. Jonathan suddenly was brought back to reality and heard chaos around him.

“Jonathan! Jonathan! We have to go, get out of the car now!” yelled Cyllia to Jonathan.

“Wha-whats going on, where am I?!” questioned Jonathan with tears welling in his eyes.

“Were leaving now!” stated Cyllia.

They left the car and started running towards the airport, their destination. That is where the evac ships were stationed; they had to get on them to survive. Overhead, a Banshee was hit by a Wolverine missile and was taking a nose dive straight into a corporate building. The Banshee, with a piercing scream, sailed towards the building and impacted it.

Large pieces of concrete and steel spiraled down to the streets below. Jonathan saw this and escaped his mother grasp. He saw that the rock was coming straight down on his mother’s position. Cyllia looked back at her son, unaware of the falling death above her.

“MOM NO!” yelled Jonathan.

Cyllia looked up right before the rock impacted, and with a look of surprise on her face, her last thoughts were:

Oh…

Cyllia was crushed and died immediately. Jonathan watched his mother die, and could not believe what was happening, was this all just a dream to him?

Aaagh!

A piece of glass fell on Jonathan and lodged itself deep in his forearm. This wasn’t a dream…

Suddenly a large, blue ball of light came from nowhere and arched in the sky. Jonathan watched as it impacted a few meters of his position and the explosion caused him to fly down the street. He hit the hard concrete (Future=concrete roads) and passed out.

Jonathan woke up in a daze, everything was surreal to him. The sky was red, and ashes were flying around him. The air was hot, very, very hot. He tried to stand up, but winced in pain instead. He had a few broken ribs and a fractured ankle. He managed to grab onto a car door and push himself up. As he walked down the street, desolate of life, he started to cry. His tears hit the ground, making small wet spots on it.

Jonathan kept walking until he got near the airport, he wanted to live. He looked at the entrance of the airport, so close, yet so far away. His body has lost the will to live. He saw in the distance a patrol of UNSC warthogs pass him up. He tried to yell for help, but only a soft and raspy whisper left his mouth.

Help… help me… please help me! I’m right here… help.

Jonathan fell on the ground, the pain was unbearable. He was going to die there, and no one would know. He was slowly closing his eyes, the pain was lessening. He almost completely shut his eyes before someone grabbed him from behind.

“Hey kid, are you alive?” inquired the stranger who was, as it turns out, a UNSC soldier.

“Hand him to me, I’ll check his pulse.” one of the other soldiers commanded.

“… yup, he’s still alive, lets brig him to the bird and let’s get him out of here.” said the same soldier.

Jonathan was lifted up and being taken to a pelican. At the pelican a medic gave Jonathan medical attention. The pelican then closed its doors and departed into the depths of space. He was taken to the UNSC frigate Lucy Lou where he was quickly operated on for his damage. As the anesthesia took effect, Jonathan made a small prayer to thank the god that he heard about in his school.


EDIT: Sorry for it being so long, I actually ment it to be short. I don't know if it is good, for me its drfting in the middle for a good write up..