Halo: Militia (RP)

[AlphaBenson]

By the time the Pelicans had deposited their load of recruits into the tall, dense forest of Reach, Csodaszarvas had made itself known, dominating over the far mountain range that partially concealed the titanic cosmic body.  In Hungarian mythos, Csodaszarvas was a central figure in legend regarding the origin of the Hungarian people. According to ancient stories, Csodaszarvas was pursued by a pair of hunters, Hunor and Magor, but the Miraculous Deer always stayed ahead of the hunters, far out of their reach. Aaron knew a miracle was exactly what the recruits would need if they had any hope of actually passing this little test.

 

Aaron knees were shaking as he and the rest of his squad piled out of their Pelican and into the clearing. He wondered if the Staff Sergeant would give them a head start before he released the hunters, of if they would be dodging tactical training rounds right from the get go.  Aaron supposed the latter would better represent a FUBAR situation where the recruits needed haul their asses out of there.

[TDM]

Marvin was nervous about the fact that he might get lost, Then again, He just had  to remember the way they went. As Marvin got ready, He really thought about his life for a minute, And he finally felt pride in himself, He knew he could last and become a hero, But for that to happen he needed to give it his all. Marvin was ready for this first test.

[dryskim]

Andrew looked at Marvin, noting his fellow recruit's behavior - his heroic dreams and swelling pride, Grec just sighed and went back to messing with his shoulder straps.

[Helljumper425]

Dwyer ignored the back-and-forth between his fellow squad mates, shaking his head. He felt like he was looking at a blank  screen, a combat equivalent to the writer's block he felt during his first research paper. "Shouldn't we be setting up a perimeter? Or...are we just going to hike it out now?" With a ligh shrug, looked back at Shields. "What the f*** are we doing?"

[Astronautics7]

Shields watched as the last Pelican lowered into the clearing, letting the recruits aboard deploy onto the soft dirt. The final light of the day was disappearing rapidly, with barely anything visible but the trees around them, which were practically silhouettes. There was no sign of Kawolski or Geza, or anyone else besides themselves. In hindsight, Shields should have probably asked the guys who flew them in what they were supposed to do.

 

"Shouldn't we be setting up a perimeter? Or...are we just going to hike it out now What the f*** are we doing?"

 

“I guess we just get going.” Shields said, unsure himself, trying to work his HMD to find the map. “Gimme a sec.”

 

They had been flying South, so that meant they needed to travel North to get back to base. He checked his map and marked out a path using NAV points, about five-hundred metres apart. He finally came across the camp, putting a final marker on that. The whole journey was about ten kilometres, or 2 hours at a constant speed, accounting for their heavy rucksacks.

 

"Come on. We're heading North." Shields said, heading in the direction of the camp. He raised his weapon, checking the treeline as he entered the forest. When he was sure it was clear, he had Dwyer's fireteam move ahead of him, in the formation that he had suggested earlier: column. Shields followed them, standing between fireteam Alpha and Bravo. Charlie brought up the rear, which was probably safest point, unless they walked straight past an ambush and their enemies hit them from behind.

 

"Shh."

 

Two recruits went quiet at Shields' order, Mickey one of them. He knew that Shields would be on edge like a f*cking ninja for the next few hours, listening out for anything that spiked his spidey-senses. Damnit. Stupid rucksack.

[Helljumper425]

Dwyer froze, dropping to a knee...cringing as the wet ground soaked his fatigues. It was an uncomfortable feeling that he'd have to endure for another hour. He raised a hand over his head to halt his fireteam, though without much experience in a leadership role he wasn't sure if they were following suit with him or with Shields. The moment that he had his good hand off of his rifle was a lifetime of unease. When he finally fitted his fingers around the pistol grip again, he swept over their surroundings.

 

"Shields," he whispered, hoping no one else in his squad could hear him. "What's goin' on, man?"

 

 

 

Chase steadied herself against the thick trunk of a tree, her M395 resting against the bark. She breathed slowly, scanning through her optics. The wait was killing her...

[Astronautics7]

"Shields, what's goin' on man?"

 

"Good question, Dwyer." Oliver replied, feeling slightly uneasy too. He raised an open hand behind him to stop the squad. "Take your guys forward to those bushes. Keep alert."

 

Oliver lowered his open hand, flicking his fingertips downwards a couple times. The recruits got the gist and crouched the ground, scanning the trees for the sign of any ODSTs blending in with the night. As they did, Oliver took a knee too, ignoring the squishy wet soil that compacted between his single knee-brace thing and his pants. He was used to the feeling, and complaining wouldn't do much with the incoming weather. He'd been dreading it since they'd set off, and the first sight of moonlight had revealed dark clouds.

 

"Bravo - fifty feet to the left. Use the trees for cover. Charlie - fifty feet right. There's a fallen tree flanked by a thicket. Go." he gave the orders, watching Mickey trudge up the mud, to the slightly raised treeline his fireteam was headed too. He got a thumbs up from all three fireteam leaders, followed by his relocation to a couple of thick-trunked trees twenty feet from Alpha. He dropped down to his ass, pressing his back against one tree, feet against the other. Though he didn't have much firepower to the front here, he was able to watch their backs. If these ODSTs lived up to their standards, an all-angle ambush was probably on the table.

 

A roar of thunder rolled through the forest, a flash of lightning lit everything up. He swore he saw a dark figure in front of them, but ignored it when a downpour blocked out all sound.

 

"This is Shields, to any squad leaders. We might be walking into an ambush, if anyone wants to give us a hand." Oliver called out over the radio. He doubted any response, especially with that Kyro jackass running a team. He grunted at the rain, wiped some of it off of his goggles and squinted to see.