D-38 Boss

Now who am i going to make for that... Hmmmmm the choices!

"If they break through this point, we lose armory access and the bridge is not that much further. I'm holding this point if it's the last thing i do." The last flood in the wave was torn apart by the chaingun. the barrels had started to glow from the heat. "Damn it.... cover here, I'm gonna make another run to the armory, check for any replacement barrels, You need ammo?"

Well. first off, let me welcome you to the forums! secondly, while I agree with your ideas, and have shared your problems, this is a fan run site, 343 will most likely not see this post. That being said, stick around! you can talk about stuff like this with (Mostly) Mature members and have some fun along the way!

Keep building steam, good buddy!

"Enough. Good to have another gun here though..." Ty Coughed. There was less blood this time. he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. "I'm not in the best condition right now, So you may need to pick it up. I'm not sure how much longer i'll be conscious..."

The lights cut in the hallway Ty was holding with the turret. He had already taken his chance with the break in the flood attack to grab more ammo for the chain gun. he let the barrel cool as the flood seemed to pull back. He stumbled over to the intercom and hit the button. "Logan!" Nothing. "Hazard 1-2! respond!" Dead air. "comm systems down? and of course my helmet's toast... maybe there's a headset in the armory..." He heard a screech from down the hall. "S---..." He struggled to pull himself behind the turret. He was getting worse, the first aid job wouldn't last. Ty whispered to himself. "Come on, Soto... Get those turrets online..." He saw the flood start to spill down the hallway. The gun, already spinning, began to fire, lighting up the hallway in bursts. "COME ON F---ERS! YOU WANT THIS MEAL? YOU GOTTA EARN IT!"

Ty managed to return the Cart to his squads position. "Arm up! fresh Ammo at your six!" Ty hoisted the Turrets case cracked it open. He worked as quickly as his energy would allow. He lifted the stand and set it up. He struggled with the Gun its self. It magnetically locked into place. He started to open the huge ammo box he had grabbed and feed it to the gun. "Come on.... come on...." His depth perception was diminished. His blood wasn't carrying enough oxygen with his punctured lung. The chain finally clicked in place. "Yes! let's light'em up Hazard!" Ty said as he hopped to his feet and got behind the turret. the barrel started to spin up. Ty hit an intercom button on the wall near him. "Logan! you still breathing?" The reply was crackley. the comm systems were starting to go. "Didn't get that, resend your last." "I'm still good Sarge. heard you got roughed up." "Not now, are you engaged right now?" "Negative. Anton's been keeping the flood off the bridge pretty well." "Alright, good. stay with him, if the flood start to get through, yank his Virtual A-- out of the mainframe and get off the ship. we can't lose him." "Not sure that'll go over well, but i'll keep that in mind, Bridge out." The first bullet left the turrets barrels.

looking at them inside them. They're hot as hell.... still fun to wear though.

I'm the Tusken Raider with the Huge Gun. the one in front is my Mom believe it or not. I only wore this one once, It never fit right. ( I'm pretty fat ) so my stepdad took it over. He's wearing it in this picture.

I leave faction Details up to you. once you make that, I'll come up with a character accordingly.

Wanna work together on this one? I prefer to play a grunt rather than a commander.

(( Didn't know Fuchs rank other than Corporal. I'm just gonna say Corporal from now on if that's ok.)) "Hold the line, I'm gonna grab us more gear from the armory." Ty jogged of to the armory. he got about halfway before he slowed down. "Gotta..... take it....... easy....." He said, Gasping for breath. He found a hand cart and loaded a few cases of AR, BR, and, DMR mags, A few boxes of shells, and grenades. He noticed something in the corner. A turret, one of the re-purposed Warthog guns, still in it's case. he hoisted it up and dropped it onto the cart, along with a box of it's chain ammo. He struggled to push it. "Damn it.... no time to unload it.... just keep pushing Ty...."

Ty fired his Shotgun down the hallway. The recoil hurt his chest, but the alternative was worse. "Corporal!" Ty set down his frag grenades on the cover. "Merry Christmas." He fired his shotgun again, Peppering a group of Infection forms, Causing them to Pop. Ty pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the wall, leaving a solid mark. "If they get past that point, We fall back. got it?"

(( I don't really feel like RPing another character right now BaconShelf.)) "Sir we're gonna need the all the medics after this is over... Keep him with you." Ty cocked his shotgun. "I may be f---ed up, but I'm not letting some god damn zombies kill me."

"Thanks for the inspiration admiral..." Ty lifted himself to his feet. "Belay the medic though. Combat first aid can't fix a Punctured Lung. Biofoam is holding for now. Gotta wait till we can actually..." Ty shuddered. "cut me open...."

Ty sat against the wall. "Hey, we had some Fusion Coils in the hanger... If we can set those up and funnel the flood into them, we can detonate them. Should take out the flood without doing any major damage... Just a suggestion..." Ty gripped his Shotgun tightly. "Otherwise, This is gonna be a long day." He coughed up a little more blood. "I'm gonna need an actual doctor soon. otherwise the flood'll be an afterthought..."

Ty awoke and tried to pull himself to his feet. "Did you say flood? Damn it.... I already got stabbed, I don't need to be in a Freakin' Zombie Apocolypse too." Ty slouched against the wall, and coughed up more blood. He looked to Bauer. "Quite a day, huh?"

Ty coughed up a bit of blood again. "ok.... thanks Soto.... I'm just gonna.... rest here. you're in charge for now..."

Harbinger! Come on! think of a reapers wartime policies!

"New Mombassa. Born in a large Commune. Didn't know who my 'rents were. Evacuated to Ireland when the Covies showed up..."

((Jesus, don't bite my head off.... I figured there'd be enough detail to show that the helmet could not be worn. Sorry... )) "That damn Elite.... with that F---ing sword...." He coughed, a bit of blood spilling out of his mouth. "He didn't get me bad, but he got me enough.... S--t..." Ty shook his head. "Shoulda stayed on the farm....wouldn't have to worry about keeping a squad and myself alive." Ty's mind started to drift into hysterics. "I mean, What the F--- did I think was going to happen if i became an ODST? I sure as s--- wasn't thinking about being stabbed with a damned Energy sword." He looked at the ceiling. "What is it with swords anyway? What kinda Barbarian Bulls--- is that? Not content destroying planets? you gotta stab people too?" Ty trailed off to mumbling.

"I don't know...." Another sharp pain in his chest."Damn it........" Ty Unhooked his Armor's chest plate. He placed his hand on his sternum. It was wet, and it hurt to the touch. there were two precise holes in the chest plate. Ty looked down at his hand. it was coated in blood. Enough to know it was a deep wound. "Corporal... I...... Think I need a medic...."

Ty stumbled forward. Something was wrong, he knew it. He started to feel a pain in his chest. "Yeah?"

((really? just really? No. Noooooo. No. fix that post. fix it. fixitfixitfixitfxitfixit. Fiiiix Iiiiiit.)) Ty practically stumbled down the hallway. "Good.... good...." He shook his head, a haze was setting in. His eyes felt cloudy, and his breathing was becoming labored. ((thanks for fixing it.))

Ty shook at Murphy's Shout. His nerves were frayed. He still saw the Elite's sword slashing at him. "At ease Murphy.... They uh, they took care of it..." He picked his pistol up off the floor and holstered it. The rack to his right was full of shotguns. he grabbed one and the shells to go with it. "Alright, Back to the bridge everyone."