Fishy

Hopefully you come back like I have. Whether it's from my UNSC Warlord stories or if it's from someone on the Community. Until then, see you around.

I generally like the campaign overall. The story has a great setting and plot. What do I not like? Glimmer, it promotes you to play more Crucible than the actual story. Not that I'm saying there isn't glimmer in the story-line, but it's just harder to find and comes in really small quantities compared to what you can get in one Crucible match. Favorite thing so far? Sparrows and Ships. Though the Ships may be just for looks, as far as I have seen them been used, they still give you different options to suit your desire. Sparrows, I like their general customization of both different color options as well as durability and speed. It also gives you the sense that you get your own 'car'. It's very nice and soothing.

Or you could just grab the power weapons first?

~Chapter 14: Danger~ Destroyer reached over and inserted a CD into the Warthogs CD player. He looked back at Doc with a big grin on his face. With a heavy sigh, Doc responded to him. “What are you smiling about? It better not be the song on that CD.” “Nope, just enjoying the drive.” Destroyer adjusted himself in his seat. The CD player started to play music loud enough for everyone in the vehicle to hear it clearly and thoroughly. “Splish, splash, I was takin’ a bath; Long about a Saturday night...” “You have got be freaking kidding me, Destroyer. What the hell is this?” Doc was a little impatient about the song that was being played. Destroyer was in a sing-a-long, “Well, I stepped out the tub; I put my feet on the floor... Ah C’mon man, it’s a good song. Sing with me, why don’t you?” Doc just glared at him, “Why on worth would I do that? This song sounds ancient, despite being played on a CD player. Why do we still have CD players in our Warthogs?” His mind was about to burst from all of his confusion. Destroyer turned the dial to the right, the music went right with it. “Alright, alright. My bad. I guess I can’t have any fun.” He crosses his arms over his chest. The warthog slightly turns right off the road. He grabs it and swerves it back on the left side of the road. Doc turns the turret to the right to resist being thrown off, “God damn it Destroyer. Pay attention and quit whining like a marine.” Destroyer looks back at him, “I’m sorry. I just want my music.” Doc narrows his eyes, “How about you do what I told you and not listen to your music?” Destroyer, “Jeez. I was just being sarcastic.” “So am I, and I’m failing, and I’m sorry for that.” Zen yelled out in his sleep. “What’s his deal?” Destroyer raised his eyebrows with a mixture of feelings. Doc stole the look off Destroyer’s face, “I have no idea what happened either.” Destroyer continued to press forward, without music until they reached their destination. Doc sat down with the turret faced opposed of the direction they were headed. They reached it, well almost. They arrived at a UNSC outpost inside the canyon, not even 15 minutes later. An ODST approached them. “Who are you and why are you here?” He asked. Doc got up and answered the man, “We’re part of Team Lord, we are from the UNSC Warlord. We were sent here to drop off this soldier, Zen, for ONI. No other intel was given, sir.” The ODST stared directly at him, Doc could feel the heat pinch in him that made him think what he told the ODST was wrong. The ODST responded, “Alright, we have a falcon ready for you. It should take you up to Farragut Outpost. You will then proceed from there to ONI Sword Base. They will take care of the rest from there.” The ODST walked away and a Falcon landed where he stood. The pilot opened the hatch and helped load Zen and Gregor in the passenger seats. Doc and Destroyer proceeded to the gunner seats and sat down. The falcon began to escalate. “So Doc, what do you think is going on?” Destroyer looked turned around and asked. “Me? I don’t know. I’m just doing my job.” Doc stared out over the horizon. “Attention passengers, we will be landing in the ONI Sword Base Courtyard alternatively due to Farragut Station’s Communications being offline. ETA in 30 seconds. Prepare for departure.” The pilot steered the Falcon towards an enormous pike resembling structure. Doc and Destroyer hopped out of the falcon. Doc grabbed Zen; Destroyer grabbed Gregor. The falcon then departed from them and took off. Two medics ran down to the courtyard and grabbed Zen, they then slowly carried him back to the structure. A woman appeared outside the door after they left. She walked down to the courtyard to meet up with them. The lady began to speak, “Hello, I am Catherine Halsey. You may refer to me as Dr. Halsey or just Halsey. Thank you for the package. Your friend, Zen was carrying an artifact we so dreadfully needed to help us against the covenant. You guys managed to do that job. I have contacted Moth of Warlord and let him know you have arrived. A falcon should be here for you shortly.” Halsey began to walk away. Doc couldn’t help but call out a question, “Will Zen becoming back?” She turned around and smiled, “One way or another. Yes.” She proceeded back inside. The falcon landed inside the Sword Base courtyard, Cajun opened the hatch and called out, “Come on, let’s go! Warlord is ready to leave!” They sat Gregor in the passenger seat, the proceeded to take the turrets. Cajun violently raised the falcon at full speed. “Watch out, we got enemy heat signatures showing up from behind on the radar!” Doc and Destroyer turned their turrets around. Banshees. Three of them, all headed at full speed towards them. Doc opened fire on the machine gun, he took down one. Destroyer did the same on his side. “Where did the third one go?” Doc called out. Destroyer looked around, he saw it and yelled, “It’s in front of us! He looks like he’s turning around to take us out with the fuel rod!” Doc and Destroyer opened fire, they managed to take off the wings. It still flew, now it was unable to hit out of site. “Don’t worry, I got this. Thanks for the assist.” Cajun opened fire on the nose gun, the banshee exploded into pieces towards the surface. “What the hell is going on here?” Gregor was awake. “Sir, it’s the Covenant.” Doc replied to him. “You dip head, they’re ain’t no covenant on Reach.” Gregor responded. Their COM’s came on, “UNSC Warlord to team Lord, do you hear me? I repeat, do you hear me?” “Yes I here you, Warlord. What’s going on?” Gregor took the COM’s. “ONI has called out the Winter Contingency.” Warlord replied. “Winter Contingency?” Gregor looked at the other two as if they knew what that was, they just shrugged their soldiers. Warlord came in again, “The Covenant are on Reach. I repeat the Covenant are on Reach.” The Covenant are on Reach, those words stuck in their heads. ~End of Chapter 14~

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Where is the United States President Secret Bunker located?

~Chapter 13: Sweep~ Gregor locked on to the falcon, bullets were sprayed at Doc. Gregor watched Doc take off in a sprint to avoid gun, he knew it was a matter of time before the falcon had him. Gregor looked down at the rocket pod systems, they were still acquiring lock. He had to take the shot now or Doc wouldn’t make it. “Gregor! Help me, please!” Doc was struck, the back of his leg was injured bad. The falcon turret swept over him and continued in an invisible chase. It stopped. “Gregor...” Doc grabbed his pistol, unfortunately the falcon was gone. It was engaged with Gregor and the warthog. Gregor was off the turret now and on the run for his life. Doc grabbed his binoculars and looked at the turret, it was still locking on to the falcon. Just a few more seconds and it would be ready. That was too much time. Gregor was a few minutes away, maybe even seconds, from a bloodfest. Doc took his pistol and shot at the gunner. “Headshot.” Doc dropped his lowered his hand. The falcon backed off and headed in retreat. Doc watched as it hurried away and rounded the corner. No, Doc squinted his eyes. The falcon was headed back in a weird formation. He squinted his eyes even more, “Wait a second.” The falcon scraped the left wing against the wall, propeller shards sprung everywhere. Doc rolled over and took cover from the shards, “So much for no gunner.” The propeller flew directly at Gregor, he had no chance of evasion. The propeller’s front took Gregor with him. He was knocked up against the wall of a crevice which caused him a major shock trauma that lead to him knocked out. Doc got up and made a run to help him, then he caught a glimpse in his eye, the falcon crashed on the ground and skidded towards him at a forty five degree arc. The right wing propeller tore off and removed the tail. The falcon was gone, but the pilot was still there. Doc reached for his weapon. The pilot hopped out and aimed his battle rifle at Doc. It was a stand off. “Wait, Doc. Is that you?” The soldier lowered his weapon and appeared closer. Doc stared directly into his visor, weapon still drawn at the ready. “I don’t know you.” He cocked his pistol. The soldier removed his helmet. Doc dropped his pistol, “Oh my god. No, no it can’t be. You’re... You’re...” Doc was lost in words, the soldier just smiled at him. He offered his hand, Doc took it and stood up. “Wait, first we need to go help my leader. He’s trapped behind a propeller.” Doc showed the soldier where Gregor was. “Jeez, he looks bad. Here, you grab him and pull him out; I’ll bend the propeller just enough to remove him.” The soldier used his weight to bend the blade that trapped Gregor, and move it far enough so Doc could get him out. Doc limped over to the warthog, the soldier carried Gregor and lowered him in the driver’s seat to rest out his coma. “How long do you think he’ll be out?” the soldier glanced at Doc. “Probably until early morning, he might be a little hungry when he wakes up.” Doc replied. “Heh, I don’t trust your medical readings anymore. Not after mine.” The soldier chuckled at Doc. Doc kicked into an anger-tampered mood, “What exactly do you mean by that, Destroyer?” He got up in his face. Destroyer just smiled at him, “Ah, so you do remember my name. Alright. I’ll tell you what happened.” Destroyer moved over and sat down on a stump: “After the bullet hit me in the head and knocked me stone cold to the floor, you all decided to just leave my corpse and continue to the objective. I partially remember you saying I was dead because you couldn’t tell if it was paint or blood. Well for you information, it was blood, but I was not dead. More of slightly injured.” Destroyer showed him his scar where the bullet merely punctured. “That seemed logical at the time, I’m only known for a medic for basics. Not advanced medical training to be an actual doctor.” Doc mellowed down. “Anyways,” Destroyer continued. “After all of you left I was awoken by an insurrectionist. He offered to spare my life if I could get them a hand on a UNSC Falcon. Of course, as you probably have seen, I did so. In return, they patched me up and took care of me. In all honesty, they didn’t seem as strict as the UNSC. I liked the working environment, but the actual work was a lot harder to do. Of course, I did it to survive.” “Seems fair enough to me, go on ahead with your short story.” Doc was interested in how he found them. Destroyer just sat there and smiled, “So about two days ago I was asked to go do some actual operations. Seeing as how I was the only one who knew how to fly a falcon, I did a falcon operation with one of the side leaders of the insurrectionist camp I was in. We had intel that three ODST drop pods landed alongside a warthog drop pod. I was assigned on the actual termination operation, we had a few other spotters at all time to pinpoint your location and radio it in to us. Which then lead to how we end up here where we are.” “Huh,” Doc just stared amused. “That was an interesting, not very detailing story you had. I got the main points on what happened, it just sounds kind of...” “Boring?” Destroyer finished for him. “Yeah... Boring.” Doc felt awkward for not being able to complete his sentence. “Don’t worry it was. I missed the squad, but glad to be back.” He had a smile on his face, “So where are we headed to now?” Doc looked at him, “ONI Castle, but I don’t know how to get there and Gregor only knows the way.” “Oh, I know the way as well. Just arrange the hog and we can head out tonight.” Destroyer headed towards the warthog. “Alright, I hope you’re right.” They lifted Gregor over and into the passenger seat with Zen. Destroyer took the wheel, Doc took the turret. They headed out. This was going to be a fun arrival at ONI. ~End of Chapter 13~

Ahhh, Classic Caboose. Good to see a friendly face back. I believe I haven't seen you since the end off '12 if I'm correct.

Assault Rifle. I prefer the enemy to get a chance. Toying is fun if you can do it. But my second favorite is the DMR, more concentrated fire. (Might as well make top 10 list. Lol )

I'll try up for it. If the lines to the store just to get my pre-order are completely packed. I may be a little late.

What I want? I would like to see the UNSC aircraft to make an appearance in multiplayer. What do I not want? Complainers. Seeing as how my wishes are only wishes. At least it gives out my personal thoughts of judgement.

No. We just need moar cowbell.

I agree with all of your opinions, except all of them.

Maybe we'll be getting another character to play as. Like in Halo 3. All players were a different character. So now they're adding more into the team of 4 to make 4. But who would be our fourth playable character is the question.

So what are some of your preferences in gaming? Like, what motivates you and makes you feel good? My personal preference is when I'm with another player or in a team of 3-4. We fight side by side until it's over. Operations are all coordinated and improvised. "We won't back down" implied. I like the ability to have fun and relax while all at the same time doing something I enjoy. I can't express through words my feelings for what I prefer. As long as you get the gist of it. Some of you will understand. So, what's yours?

It's going to be the same but with more cowbell.

Shirley would win. Thel' may be one of the best, but Shirley wouldn't hesitate to kill his own. As shown in a couple of the episodes in the Halo Wars Theater, Shirley killed a couple of elites without a problem. Shirley also has something Thel' doesn't have, Rage Mode.

Forge would have died. Shirley was the kind of elite that would've played with his prey, which got him killed in the end. Thel' would've went through with his actions and just have killed him. Noticed how fast Thel killed Truth? If that was Shirley, he would've played with Truth.

Not my tattoo, lol. It's a tattoo I might be getting though.

~Chapter 12: Transport~ Doc held on tight to the safety rail. He’s only ever used the drop pod once. The first time felt like hell, this time felt about the same. Except worse. Reach’s gravity grabbed a hold of the pods and pulled them down at an incredible speed. At this rate they were bound to hit the ground at any moment, with a force so strong to shove their leg bones straight through the skin. Except it didn’t. Doc stared out the window. It seemed as if this fall was a never ending abyss. No, scratch that. An abyss is empty, so that wouldn’t be possible. Well, you know, an abyss is empty, and if I’m in an abyss... Wouldn’t that contradict the possibility of them being in an abyss? Doc screamed in his head. He hated these occurring thoughts. Was there anyways to stop them? A huge jolt shook the pod. “What was that?” Doc tried his COM’s with Gregor, hoping he could get a reply. No response back. He let out a loud sigh then laid back and relaxed. Thump. Doc tried to open his eyes. He couldn't. They felt sealed shut. He tried again. His eyes opened up a little, he could see, but couldn't focus on it. His eyes forced themselves shut. He tried one last time and at that exact moment, some sort of gas was spraying. That threw his eyes open, he began to go into panic mode. ‘Was drop pod leaking oxygen?’ The door blew open. Doc shielded his eyes, despite the irony. Nothing happened to him. He slowly lowered his arms and hands. He was landed. The area had a solid landscape, sort of a desert terrain look. He stepped out of the drop pod. A gust of wind hit him, not strong but it gave him a gentle push. “Well I guess it’s time to rendezvous with Gregor.” He headed for the beacon that just appeared on his map. Well he didn't really get very far, he heard something from behind headed his way. He stopped and turned around. It was Gregor. He was in the Warthog with someone with him. Doc peered closer, he couldn't tell. Gregor pulled up to a halt beside Doc. Oh, it was just Zen in the passenger seat. For an odd reason he was still asleep, even after the drop. Gregor looked at him through his helmet, “Let’s go. We don’t have much time.” Doc started at Zen. “Now.” Doc hesitated, then got on the turret. Gregor headed off. “Mind telling me where we’re headed?” Doc sounded bored from the ride. “I mean, knowing the location is one thing. Another is, why the hell is Zen still asleep?” He stared at him. “The location is ONI Castle Base.” He kept his eyes on the road. “You ask why he’s asleep? Well I don’t know what kind of Doctor you are, but he’s in a coma. If he was taking a nap, he’d be awake now and helping.” He got a smirk on his face. “But that’s all I’m telling you.” He kept driving. Doc felt embarrassed for being outsmarted in his field, especially from an ODST. He has already started to despise this ODST. Why does he get to know the details and I don’t? Is it just because he’s an ODST? Doc sat down. The Warthog stopped. “Do I have to stand? Is that why you stopped?” Gregor motioned at him to silence. Doc silenced and listened. He didn't hear anything. Wait, now he did. It sounded like rotors. “Sounds like a falcon. Get the rocket turret ready for an attack.” “An attack? Aren’t the falcon’s UNSC? That should mean they’re on our side?” Doc felt irritated with Gregor’s negligence. The falcon appeared in front of them, it was headed straight at them. d“Aim the cannon at them now, Doc!” Gregor commanded. He ran to the other side of the warthog and drug Zen out and over to a tree. He rested Zen on the tree and returned to the warthog. “What are you doing!? You’re going to get us both killed!” He booted up the turret’s systems. “Like I said, Gregor. That falcon is UNSC. It’s on our side!” He pushed Gregor off the turret and onto the ground. He landed with a thud. Doc then aimed the turret at Gregor. “Now that I know the location, I can get rid of you. Though, that’d be a waste and I don’t want court martial. So I’m just going to aim this turret at you until the falcon lands by to aid us.” Gregor stared at him. Anger and hatred rushed through his veins. But he did nothing. Instead he watched the falcon sweep by. He got up and parkoured over the turret and tackled Doc to the ground. The falcon opened fire. ~End of Chapter 12~

What did you think of the resurrected Pikmin series newest game. Pikmin 3? Did you find it out of the ordinary or a plot twist of any sort?