Mr. Wolfy

Kyro was staring off into the distance as the other organized themselves. He heard something about squids posted up on a ridge and imediatly popped up. "Squids?!" he practically yelled with a fire in his eyes to match the flame glowing on the end of his flamethrower. As he prepared to charge the embankment by himself, suddenly a small swarm of smg bullet wizzed over him and one or two slammed into his armor, sending him crashing to the ground. He turned himself over on the ground and shot a ball of flame over the entrance to the pelican to warn off whatever was shooting him.

Kyro waddled his heavy armor after the man and catching up, saw him crouched over a wounded person. His mind replayed a scene he had watched weeks or months ago, he couldn't how long it had been anymore... A man leaning over his dying wife, screaming for help. His hand moved on its own down to a medkit at his side, and he tossed a can of biofoam at the guy. Grunting, he moved outside the pelican and sat down on a piece of smashed metal.

Still walking around Taylor, Kyro unlatched his helmet from a strap it had been hanging from and held it up, "What do you think Becca, does he look like UNSC to you...?" he spoke sideways to the helmet as he kept his weapon aimed.

Kyro heard a voice behind him and spun around placing the end of his flamethrower directly in front of the face of what he assumed was another human. He wasn't sure because he hadn't seen one in days that hadn't been mutilated beyond recognition or burned. Glaring at the...apparation in front of him, Kyro asked in a paranoid voice, "You...with us? You not a squidface wearing a disguise or something are yah..." He kept his hand on the trigger for the flamethrower and slowly sidestepped to examine the individual in front of him from a different angle.

Standing in the midst of a burning environment with flames coating the glassed ground in the distance, Kyro stared down at the still enflamed corpse of a brute as he puffed some smoke out of a cigar, the second to last one he had. He had stolen them off a corpse back in a building in a denser part of the city a ways back. Staring at the brute's corpse, he casually checked the meter on the side of his flamethrower. Half full... This oversized ape had managed to take an entire half a canister to kill... Kyro pulled the cigar out of his mouth and spit down on the body, extinguishing a small portion of the flames for a fraction of a second, "You used up too much of my ammo man! Know when yur dead next time 'k?" He kicked the body almost as if expecting a response. A shrieking sound of a falling pelican became audible to him in the distance. Taking his cigar, Kyro placed the tip of it against the nozzle of his flamethrower and lit it up before hustling towards the sound. Coming over a hill a few hours later, he spotted the crashed pelican and some movement around it. Ducking against the hill, he watched quietly.

Full Name: Kyro Sorottou Occupation: Hellbringer Armor Aesthetics: Large abstract evil looking face tinted on the front of his helmet Facial Appearance: One greyed out blind eye, one blue eye, hair tends to hang down in front of his one eye Equipment/Weapon of choice: Flamethrower, katana, assault rifle with some modification (in that order) Backstory: Gang member. Was in training to be an ODST before the planet they were training on got hit by Covenant. Not the best with superior officers or interacting with people in general.

FACTION SHEET, Name: Burning Wolves World of origin: (unknown rebel planet) Primary Species: Human (alliances made at times with some elites) Other member species and their roles: Temporary members of elites when causes alligned to a common goal Flag: Black with blue flames encircling a black wolf with more blue flames errupting from its eyes Fleet sizes: 1 Cruiser (the Hellhound II also commonly reffered to as the HH) Population: several hundred UNSC deserters (lots of ship crew, a few hundred marines, a few dozen ODST, several spartan IV's, and a few spartan III's) Other information: Drivin at first by the common goal of money, the Burning Wolves lost most of its number destroying an entire planet-full of Covenant poised to invade Earth. They now work on information from remnants of ONI to destroy threats to humanity as they find them, Covenant AND human alike... CHARACTER SHEET Name: Kaatisu Soroutto Age: Unknown Species: Human (spartan II) Faction: Burning Wolves Physical appearance: Red hair, cut down the right side of his face, right arm replaced with prostetic after it was removed via plasma sword, several scars on chest from being shot and cut up several times throughout the course of the war Personality: Battlehardened, being one of the longest surviving spartans besides S-117, Kaatisu has outlived MANY allies. Having watched their deaths has mentally effected him greatly. Height: 8 ft Preferred weapon and vehicle(if any): Katana and personally modified assault rifle he has kept with him through most of the fight Backstory: Kidnapped as a child, S-081 was told that he was going to save humanity and trained into a soldier. He was then injected with various chemicals, one of which had not been planned and temporarily stopped his heart. He and five other spartans were disposed of directly into rebel hands, where they were used to gather weapons and ammo for a period of time. The untimely deah of General Graves freed them, and they began to go on missions of their own, slowly building support until their forces became big enough to be noticed by ONI. Who either assisted them with information or attempted to get them killed in different respective incidents. Their last battle occurred on a classified planet. The logs from all personel onboard the ship were found, but the record states that "no survivors were recovered" and that the Covenant threat on the planet had been successfully nullified. The re-emergance of this force is one that should not be taken lightly...

"Not neccessarily, which is why we need to be very cautious, though I'm sure they'll be less cautious since they are expecting newbs who will screw EVERYTHING up." Kyro latched his helmet on and made some final adjustments to his fake IED.

Turning to face her and motioning dangerously with the bottle which now had its lid screwed on with the addition of some various metalic attachments, he stated, "No, they'll THINK they trapped us; we'll arrange it so we're not where they think we are."

Kyro looked up from a bottle he had been busy unloading the contents of a few stun bullets into, "Yuhuh, the idea is that these guys are wayyyyy to confident that we'll chicken out and avoid them allowing them to terrorize us and pick us off all the way back to the base. If they succeed we won't come in with enough men...err and women to pass. So my thoughts are that we feed into their ego, let em think they are sneeking up on us and then give em all heck." He finished with smashing his fist into the palm of his gloved hand, before hurriedly catching the bottle of parralyzing contents he had just concocted as it began to fall forward off the seat.

"Bait and trap, but for now lets get on the pelican. We can talk plans more midflight now that we have everyone." Kyro motioned the squad towards a waiting pelican and, after ensuring everyone got on, stepped up onto the ramp himself as the pelican lifted off.

"Haven't seen you for a bit.." Kyro noted, "Wanna hunt some ODSTs?" By now he had noticed that, behind himself, contrasting the quiet, almost timid appearance of Taylor, had collected a group of some of the bulkier and rougher looking recruits, the type who clearly was looking to get a crack at these ODSTs the others feared.

Kyro grunted at Grec, "Unimaginative..." Turning away, Kyro noticed first that D.J. had left and gotten on a pelican and nextly that a man was standing somewhat bewildered looking without a group. Walking up to the man, Kyro noticed the tag on him identified him as "Taylor." Getting his attention, Kyro walked up, "You wanna drop some ODSTs?" he growled, in a rough voice. While waiting for his response Kyro also noticed Alison lurking towards the back of some people. He had been wondering where she had been for a bit after the incident in the mess hall. He tried to flag her down as he kept his attention on Taylor.

Kyro tossed the bottle up a bit as he looked up at D.J., "We might not even have to risk ourselves to take out some of these guys' numbers. We just need some creativity, some explosive, and these," he finished holding up the stun rounds.

With a distracted look on his face he looked up at D.J., "Huh? Oh yeah definetly. Hey, I had a thought. The paint just has to be splashed on someone to take em out right? Remember those freeks way back when who tried to hold up that bank with those IEDs? The ones who ended up splattering themselves on the pavement?"

Kyro was walking past a few men and noticed the one finishing off a bottle of water. As the man prepared to chuck it away, he deliberately made his way past and grabbed the bottle. Turning it in his hand, he thought back to his gang days as he held a clip of the paralyzing ammunition in another hand...

Having decided that at least one of the squads might reluctantly participate in his half-baked scheme of taking the ODSTs out of the picture and turning back, Kyro noticed one of the other chosen leaders had decided to completely skip the discussion and had instead rushed to get his pick of the recruits in some sort of almost political campaigning method. Walking past the man he made a point of jabbing his elbow into his back, turning he stated, "Gotta keep your eyes open man," and moved on to start collecting people for his own squad.

Kyro shoved a thumb in the ODST's direction, "Exactly my point, they know they're better. Overconfidence can be a major problem. It dulls the senses yahknow. They're already expecting this to be a turkey-shoot with no return fire. You can see that much in the way they're over there having a nonchalant confab." Under his shades, Kyro rubbed his right eye which still had not recovered from the earlier treatment of pepper spray.

Seeing that most the people were already ready to go. Kyro motioned to each of the squad leaders to gather up and spoke, "Alright, we can all clearly see we're outmanned and outgunned here. We aren't gonna make it out of this without doing something a bit out of the ordinary and sacrificing some. I'm planning on using my group as bait, but I'll need ya'll to form an ambush nearby to put these overconfident b***ards down. Who all is in?"

Kyro had been trying to hunker down as much as possible as the sergeant's eyes ran over the crowd. He could see the other men behind the man making note of who was picked for lead. He knew that this meant a quicker "death" for him over the rest of his "squad" as some form of phsychological warfare. He grimaced and was thankful that the shades he had put on would cover any hint of fear which might have emerged in his eyes as he was picked and then checked his weapon for a third time.

Kyro listened to the entire arguement and in sillence and shifted uncomfortably in his armor before checking his weapon over.

Kyro walked over to the group with his armor on and shades down over his eyes. Stopping next to the one individual who seemed to have caught the sarge's attention, Kyro put his rifle up on his hip and pulled back the charging lever with a distinctive metalic clacking sound. "Ready to roast some crocs, sir..."

Kyro stared at the screen as the room argued around him. The screen had frozen on an image of one of the large reptilian creatures staring at the man recording, its weapon aimed elsewhere spewing out a bright globe of light. Kyro turned the stun nade over in his hand, being sure to keep the thing from going off by keeping pressure on it. The creature seemed to be glaring at him from the glowing eye-regions of its helmet. He stared back quietly. Whatever these creatures were and whatever their intentions, it didn't matter to him. He was going to kill as many as he physically could.

3: I'd volunteer to voice act, but I think i already volunteered that for you, and the last 3 people i volunteered to i never heard back from. :/