User:SheWhoKnows/RP

Overview
The world is invaded by the horrible factions and races of the Halo Fanon universe. Many HF users band togetherm using the weapons they created to fight the managerie of evil aliens. Will you survive ? Or will you be overwhelmed by the very evil, we created...

Participants

 * SheWhoKnows
 * SPARTAN-118
 * SPARTAN-08BLAM
 * Gruntijackal
 * EliteMaster117
 * CarpeJugulum
 * Baracuss
 * Another Poetic Spartan (soon anyways maybe saturday)
 * Blade bane
 * DREADHEAD613

Rules
No using godmodded or unrealisitic articles, and make it real. You cant actually know how to fly a Banshee just because this is a story. Use your real life strengths and weaknesses to make this interesting.

Day 1
Evelyn Staleko held her Yanme'e Auto Rifle close, breathing in her desert surroundings. It seemed the awful Brute enemy only wanted to capture Earth, not glass it, although many cities had met such a fate. She turned to Jesse, and patted him on the back. They would have to depend on each other if they planned to make it north, where food and water was still plentiful.

Jesse smiled wearily at Evelyn, the long day of marching had its toll. He and his fellow Acacian Commando's were prepared to fight for this colony, even if it meant their lives. Jesse slid back on his helmet and would have been anonymous except for the red patch on his shoulder. He readjusted his Acacian Assault Rifle, he was using the carbine variant, his favorite weapon, and continued down the grassy hill.

Evelyn strode along silently, with her Yanme'e Plasma SMG rattling at her side. She placed her Auto Rifle on her magnetic holster, and pulled an apple from her pack. It reminded her of the groups lack of food, and how much if a dire situation it would be to trek north. But they had better chances there, less enemies, more food and shelter. Sounded good to her.

Liam crawled out of his burning house in Las Vegas. He pulled himself to his feet and looked around. He saw no one around. He started walking down the street until he noticed...a meteor screaming downwards.

He yanked out his Kimber 1911 .45 Tactical and ran for cover. The meteor kept falling...until a 'chute popped out, slowing the descent of the pod (it was clearly a pod of some sort). The pod released the 'chute and fell again at a massive speed. Then the Pod engaged thrusters, slowing it down further.

The pod hit directly in front of Liam., blowing him back and large chunks of asphalt everywhere. The pod's door popped open and a ODST fell out, wounded. Liam got up, rushed to the ODST, grabbed weapons and dragged them all to a abandoned Neighbors house.

The long trek took several hours, until Evelyn and Jesse had made it to a safehouse. Inside were other former HFers, such as Gruntijacakal. Evelyn acknoledged them.

Gruntijackal stepped out of the machine which had crashed onto Planet Earth. Fortunatly, he wasn't injured from the supposed accident. He crawled across the lowly grass and picked up a small, gas tank and attached it to his armour. The Tank was light, unlike most weapons (weighing about 7 KG). He seen a tube leading to a Gun was also in the grass. He knelt down and picked up the Wire- which was a Plum Purple colour (or color as some may spell it). Connecting the wire, he realised he was carrying a dead Grunt's M2 Covenant Flamethrower. He Walked down the hill and descovered a marine on the ground who had been injured by the Machine. Gruntijackal attempted to lift the Marine up, but to no affect. The Marine clinged to his Flamethrower and pushed himself while Gruntijackal pulled the Marine. Eventually, they stood up straight but he had broken his Arm, "Thanks, I owe you one!"

//Into the Fire// //And Back to Humanity//  The Prophet The Legend  The Story  The Game

Miles away, in the ruins of downtown Austin, Texas, EliteMaster117 trudged forward. Sweat dripped off of the head, beading in the sun. Smoke pounded at EliteMaster's lungs, forcing him to take off his black and brown leather jacket. He heard a noise, something in front of him. EliteMaster ran to hide behind a crushed Mustang, when it hit. The Rocket knowcked him upside the head, pummeling his cover, the car, into pieces. It was... A Traician. EliteMaster quickly regained his balance, and ran in the other direction, three more Traicians rushed in front of him. He looked to his left, a park, and then to his right, a building. He chose the building, he ran forward, and locked the glass doors behind him, the Traicians busted through with ease. he rushed up the stairs until he was at the seventh floor. He looked off the edge of the broken down rubble. An awning. Without hesitation, EliteMaster jumped out of the building and onto the awning, bouncing once, twice, then falling to the ground below. He quickly grabbed his Streetbike, and darted off into the distance.

Gruntijackal entered the building, he finally seen a sign of Human life, Evelyn. He had forgot he had a CIS communication box in his pocket. The CIS wern't evil, they were just overprotective of the Sang 'helli race and have a dislike of the Seperatists (mainly because of the *cough* assassinations). Nether-the-less, Gruntijackal was glad to see Eveyln, glad to see anybody realy. Better than facing off aliens in outer space with a crappy little pistol.

//Into the Fire// //And Back to Humanity//  The Prophet The Legend  The Story  The Game

The Safehouse was quiet. Except for the odd Rat scurrying across the room, all was quiet. Gruntijackal glared at Evelyn and Jesse. His eyes were like daggers which sliced through Evelyn and Jesse. Gruntijackal then realised they were his allies and jogged up to them. But he did wonder, "How long would the safehouse stay safe."

//Into the Fire// //And Back to Humanity//  The Prophet The Legend  <font color="Black">The Story  <font color="Black">The Game

Evelyn cocked her Plasma SMG's grenade launcher and looked at Gruntijackal. He had an evil, betrayl look in his eyes. Eve did not like that.

Gruntijackal glared at Evelyn and Jesse. They were probably the two best people to have as Allies but he could not risk fighting with just a Flamethrower. Gruntijackal sat down on an old, discarded bench- although it was hard with a 1 metre high tank on his back. He descovered a underused Yanme 'e Plasma SMG on the floor. Picking it up, Gruntijackal placed the Flamethrower on the back of his tank (the Tank being magnetic to the Flamethrowers unknown metal). Gruntijackal glared at Evelyn and Jesse and pulled out the CIS transmission box and placed it on a table, "The CIS aren't evil. But they are a little insane. Their leader isn't." Gruntijackal stared at the door, Evelyn and Jesse knew what was coming, Gruntijackal ran for the door and opened it. And he left the house and ran. He didn't care wether Evelyn or Jesse followed him or not. He had to keep in touch so he stole another CIS transmission box and used it as a sort of Walky Talky. Gruntijackal disappeared into the distance, he was gone. Gone into the unknown beyond...

Gruntijackal had ran, but his ability to withstand freezing cold conditions would not last the rest of the journey, he had to find a way to return. Suddenly, a Warthog which was retreating from enemy fire was coming Gruntijackal's way. "Ready...ready... go!" as the Warthog passed Gruntijackal, he lept onto the wheel and clinged on to something underneath the Warthog. He could make out the Safehouse if he saw it. Eventually, the Warthog passed it and Gruntijackals let go of what he held. He rolled across the floor to the front door. Opening the door, he noticed the looks on Evelyn's face. She didn't trust him. Gruntijackal coughed. As Evelyn approached him, she took the Plasma SMG off him. Gruntijackal sat down, it was too cold outside at that moment. If he were to leave the building, it would have to be as a team.

Gruntijackal was in a crossroad, leaving would result in a highly possible death but staying and he would have to anwser the question of Why he had the Transmission box of the CIS in his pocket. Evelyn looked at him, a look of confusion and evil on his face. Gruntijackal decided not to go outside, he would have to explain to Evelyn and Jesse and possibly EliteMaster117 if he were their, why he had the box. Why he had contacted the CIS and why he had been allies with them. The Guilt rose in Gruntijackal like a Spider chasing a fly. As Gruntijackal went over to Evelyn and Jesse, he was stopped by a loud noise. Suddenly, loud bangs were getting louder than ever, the aliens were closing in.. fast.

<font color="Black">//Into the Fire// <font color="Black">//And Back to Humanity//  <font color="Black">The Prophet <font color="Black">The Legend  <font color="Black">The Story  <font color="Black">The Game

CarpeJugulum ran down the alley, the weight of his SRS13B bouncing against his back. He risked a glimpse behind himself and saw that the infectees were closing in. Whipping his M19C out of its holster, he sprayed indiscriminately behind himself. A shriek told himn he had hit at least one, and he grinned- but not for long.

One of the freaks had climbed up the building next to him, and with a primal cry of rage it leapt on top of him, knocking him to the ground. It held a knife, which it slashed at him with. Carpe held it back, but the thing was far stronger- he knew he couldn't stop it for long.

Nick, or EliteMaster117, as he was called, rode. His engine roared, and then he saw something. A man, gray skinned, hunched over, a dazed look. Then Nick felt a crash. He toppled over, his motorcycle fell to the ground. Nick looked up. A Darfur Infected. Nick brought up his pocket knife, and looked at the zombie. It charged at him, a chunk of skin falling off. Nick opened his backpack up, and brought out bug repellent, and Gasoline. He crossed them to where their spray's would meet, and blew them both. An instant flamethrower inginted. The red flame engulfed the zombified human. The human started to stumble, engulfed, but still running. Nick picked up his motorcycle, and got on. Nick revved up the engine, and darted back towards the Traician invaded city. Nick thought, "Better Traicians, than zombies."

Carpe punched the zombie, knocking it over, then drew the M19C and fired a three round burst into it. The infectee shrieked and convulsed.

Standing, Carpe turned the corner and saw another guy revving up his motorcycle. Who is this guy? he wondered. But whoever he was, he had to be better than the zombies. "Hey!" he shouted.

Elsewhere, a young man known as Baracuss stumbled through an allyway trying to escape from a large group of Covenant Brutes, Jackals, and Grunts. On his back was his favorite weapon, a Katana sword, and in his hand he held a Plasma Assault Rifle that he confescated from a dead Brute earlier that day. He held his shoulder, putting preasure on a wound he recived from a Brute's spike rifle, so as not to bleed to death. The Covenant were gaining on him; he could feel hot plasma on his back. He turned another corner and jumped onto a ladder. Climbing it using only one arm was difficult, and carrying his heavy weapon only made things worse. He made it to the top of the small building, and lept over the ledge just before the group of Covenant rounded the corner. The Covenant force continued on, thinking that he had kept running, and Baracuss ripped off a piece of his shirt and bandaged his wound, "Damn it...!" he hissed as his sweaty shirt meet the open flesh. Even with pressure on it, he was losing blood, and consciousness, fast! He closed his eyes, and wished that this was all a bad dream...

The man in the motorcycle stopped, armed his M1 Garand, and pointed it at Carpe. "Who are you!?" The man asked, "My name is Nick, but a lot of people know me as EliteMaster117. Come with me if you want to live, there is another motorcycle in my old house, just down the alley." Nick lowered his M1, and put it on his back. He looked at Carpe, then to the motorcycle, and motioned to him.

Liam woke up on the floor, in serious pain. He was confused and had no idea where he was, what he was doing, and why he was lying there. He saw the ceiling. It wasen't his house. He rolled over and groaned. He was in a empty room. He wondered why he hurt so bad. He pulled himself up, eduring the agony in silence...only just. Liam reached for his Kimber .45 pistol...only to find nothing. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his Blackberry. Useless. Well, he could text friends...ohwait. He accessed his message folder, and found an Text message from the 'Department of Defence'. He skimmed it. More or less, it said that the world had come under attack and that the population was to report to shelters prepared for such sernarios, built 50 years ago. He walked out of the room he woke up in and went out into the lounge/kitchen. He found a ODST spawled out on the floor, sleeping. He relieved the ODST of his Kimber 1911. Liam also took the M7 off the ODST too. He sat down and waited for the ODST to wake up. He couldn't make it out of the city alive without the ODSTs help. He heard explosions in the distance. He grinned. What the aliens were about to learn was that what happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas.

Day 1:Night Time
Evelyn settled into the warehouses bunk, trying to cool off despite the overbearing heat. It just kept getting hotter. Then she heard it. A brute vessel was glassing the area, and the beam was converging on the warehouse. With no time to wake Jesse, she grabbed her gear and ran for the Warthog, gunning it at 120 miles an hour. The massive plasma beam incinerated the building like an industrial laser to butter. Evelyn felt the heat on her back, it was getting closer. She pressed as hard as possible on the pedal, hoping the increpit vehicle would move faster. She didnt watch ahead. She blasted up a rock slate, flying across a canyon in an insanely extreme jump, and she wasnt going to make it. Evelny tore her way out of her seat belt, crawled slowly onto the hood, and leaped forward. Then everything went black for her.

As the sun set, Baracuss awoke. His vission was blurred, his arm hung limp at his side, and he heard a rumbling sound in his ears, "Wait a minute... that's a vehicle!" he said realizing the sound's origions. A sound of gunshots rang out in the alley beneath him, and he crawled to the building's ledge. Below him, the Covenant forces that had chased him were fireing upon two other humans. Baracuss hefted his Rifle with his single arm and cut down a few Grunts and a Jackal, with a flurry of concentrated shots.

Ethan hid in the corner of his attic, breathing in and out slowly. Knees tucked into a fetal position, he held a Butcher's knife close to his chest. A can of aerosol with a matchbox lay to his side, in case he was found. He could hear the clomping sounds of invaders downstairs, and he was gripping the knife so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn white. The air around him was dusty, and with a feeling of encasing dread he realized he was about to sneeze. "Ha-Ha-Ha-CHOOO!!!" He sneezed incredibly loud, and when he covered his nose again, he realized all sounds downstairs had stopped. A creaking sound came from the darkness, and he recognized the sound as a door opening. He could sense the brutes staring at him, even though he could not see them. He grabbed the matchbox, and lit a match. He tossed it carelessly in front of him, and began to stand. The dim light being shone by the match illuminated the ground, and he could see a rough, leathery foot with two toes on it. The brute activated it's own light source, and instantly Ethan could see seven brutes standing around him, in a circle. The brute with a light source was a captain, four majors stood next to it, and the two behind him were minors. Wasting no time, Ethan stabbed the aerosol can with the knife, splitting it apart. A gaseous liquid seeped onto the floor, and a minor ran towards him. It punched Ethan in the face, and he felt blood spray upwards. Collapsing backwards, he reached a hand towards the dropped matchbox only to have the captain stomp on his hand. With a large CRUNCH Ethan felt his hand break. He screamed in agony, and one of the majors stepped back for a second. Wasting no time, he immediately sprung foreword and grabbed a match. Looking the captain straight in the eye, he lit the match on his arm. A major punched him in the face, and Ethan could feel himself lurching towards the window. In his last moment of having a clear head, he dropped the match. Ethan fell out the window, and a second later the match hit the ground. Using the skills of parkour which he had been learning previously, he rolled backwards as he hit the ground and absorbed the impact. Looking up at the window, he saw only smoke bellowing from the entrance. Nothing could have survived that. Crawling forewords without putting tension on his hand, he found a large bin. He crawled in backwards, and then closed the lid after him. Once again he was in darkness, and it was in the darkness the Ethan passed out.

Justin (Another Poetic Spartan) awoke to the sound of gunshots in his room in California. He quickly got up and looked around. He listened more intently and he heard a noise that he reconigzed. Plasma. Justin thanked God his parents went to visit relations while he decided to stay at home or they would have been killed. He quietly went to his father's room and started to look around. Eventually, he opened a drawer and took out a key. He smiled and he went to the closet. He took out a heavy case and opened it with the key. Inside was a Caliber .45 Model Colt Commander 1991 with 2 full clips and a box of 50 rounds. He picked them up and brought them to his room. He drooped the stuff onto his bed and looked at what he got. He had 2 combat knives, a Colt and 2 Tennis Rackets. "Not much, but it has to do," He thought as he packed his things along with his notebook. He opened the gareage and reved his dirt bike. With his pack and bike, he drove into the night. Into the world of destruction and chaos. Into the unknown.

He was riding as fast as he could to a place where he could get better weapons. He just hoped that it was still there. "They caught us off guard. Damn!" He whispered, as the cool summer breeze swept past his messy black hair. Suddenly, Justin ran into a patrolling Saulosian. The Saulosian was knocked over while Justin was flipped over by the impact, scraping his right arm and tearing his shirt. Justin slowly got up and fluffed himself of the dust. He started at his bleeding arm and said, "Shit. I have to pay more attention!! Now my bike is ruined." He turned his head to the Saulosian and he took out his Colt. He loaded it and directly aimed it at its head. He fired 2 quick shots and the blood spattered on his face. He wiped it off, blank faced. He pocketed the Alien's weapon, picked up his stuff, cupped his bleeding arm, and walked. After a dozen steps or so, he dropped his stuff and threw up. His face was pale and his arm was trembling. "I've never killed someone before. I'm not that type of person.". He leaned on an alley wall and poured water over his arm. He wiped alchol on it and it stung. With tears in his eyes, he bandaged it. His vision blurred and he slumped over his pack.

The gusts of wind blew Carpe's long hair into his face as he rode alongside his new ally Nick. "I'm not sure if I introduced myself," he shouted over the roaring wind. "The name's Tim, but folks call me Carpe." He paused, then asked, "Where we headed? You got anywhere specific in mind?"

Something in the shadows caught his eye, and he twisted himself around in the seat to have a look. A strange alien aimed a rifle at the riders. "Watch out," he cried, braking to throw the creature's aim off.

Eve awoke on the Colorado River. He little stunt had luckily saved her life, but now she had a brokenleg, and possibly some broken ribs. She hoisted herself up with a broken tree branch, and looked around. She had just fell from the top of the Grand Canyon."Holy crap&#160;!" she yelled, only to receive the sharp report of a rifle. Eve dove behind a rock, and aimed her Auto Rifle towards the gunman. "Damn Jackals&#160;!" she said, countersniping the creature. She lay behind the rock, and promptly fell asleep again.

Gruntijackal awoke, he was lying on his back in the blanket of snow of Canada. Gruntijackal wondered why he was there. He had noticed his M2 Covenant Flamethower. He had also broken his right hand, "Thank god I'm Left-Handed," Gruntijackal said before kneeling up. He looked to his right, and a crashed Phantom lay there, on fire. This would easily provide warmth. Three Grunts lay dead next to the Phantom, Gruntijackal Retrieved his M2 Covenant Flamethrower, but could only hold it with one hand. He also picked up a fallen Elite's Plasma Rifle. Gruntijackal walked forward towards the burning remains of the Phantom. He sat down, the Flamethrower tank resting on his back. Gruntijackal sat alone, nobody was there, nobody was listening to him mumbling to himself while in deep thought. Then, all of a sudden, an Infection Form approached him, Gruntijackal pulled out the Flamethrower, but struggled to use it. It burned everywhere, it quickly spread across the trees and bushes. The Infection forms exploded from the damage. Gruntijackal looked out into the open, one hole inbetween the burning flame and ember. Gruntijackal dashed, retrieving a Covenant Medical Kit on the way and escaped the blazing fire. Gruntijackal jumped into the middle of nowhere and landed on his back, the Tank thumped his head, "Son of a..." Gruntijackal shouted in pain. The Fire was still in sight, it was now chipping away at the bark of the Trees. Gruntijackal then succumbed to his head thump and fell into deep sleep.

Justin awoke and found himself slumped over his pack in an alley. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes as he got up. When his eyes cleared, he looked around and few feet away he saw a dead Saulosian. Then he remembered what had happened and Justin felt sick to his stomach. He stomached the feeling, shook his head and ran down the street. He knew that the place he wanted to go was close. He suddenly stopped when he heard several loud sniffs and growls. He took cover behind a dumpster and readied his Colt. He peaked a gaze and saw 2 Saulosians walking by, with their Filk Pistols. One of them looked at the other and said, "I smell Humans, do you?" "Of course you fool! This place is full of these vermin, just keep looking. Remember, we're on search and destroy," The other said with a sneer. When it seemed that they were gone, Justin got up and stepped forward, but he accidently pushed the dumpster, causing it to hit several trash cans. They each fell, making a loud clang. Justin gritted his teeth, hoping that the 2 aliens hadn'yt heard. He heard footsteps and Justin made a mad run to the place he knew. "It's so close. I just have to get in," He thought. Justin turned his head and saw the Saulosians right behind. The creatures mouths were wide open as in a grin and they brought up their weapons. Justin saw one of the windows were broken and when he was close enough, he jumped through, feeling the window glass cutting his abdomen and narrowly missing the scattershots from the pistol. He barreled-rolled inside to lessen the impact and got up. He was in. The place: Evan's Guns.

Once Baracuss engaged against the loyalists below, the other two humans took off on their bike, "Damn it..." the thought to himself, "They must have thought I was a Separatist...". He relaxed a little as the last Grunt fell, and climbed down from the building. His arm was a sickly-pale color from the loss of Blood, and hung limp. However, he had heard of a military controled outpost nearby and he hoped to get to it, and get medical attention, as soon as possible.

Carpe looked at the fuel gauge on the cycle and swore under his breath. He had about a mile's left of gas- he was running on fumes as is.

Nick had peeled out after Carpe had slammed on the barkes in their encounter with the aliens. Carpe didn't blame him. Splitting up would probably only help.

Less than a minute later, Carpe's borrowed bike breathed its last. Grumbling, he swung the SRS13 to his shoulder and looked through the scope. Flipping on the night-vision, he was able to see a river off in the distance, and there appeared to be some movement in there. Scoping in to the rifle's 10x, he spotted a pair of Jackals skulking through the rocks. They were obviously looking for something. "Not for long," Carpe muttered under his breath, and pulled the trigger three times. Both Jackals went down with 12.7mm holes ventilating their skulls.

Carpe slung the rifle again and, sighing, began walking to the river.

Gruntijackal awoke again, in the same place as before. He looked up at the sky, it was more cloudy than before. He had wondered how long he had been asleep. He looked to his left, and he saw a live Grunt, trying to keep warm. Gruntijackal pulled out his Flamethrower, carefully to avoid the growing pain in his right hand. He aimed carefully at the Grunt. The grunt- who had just noticed Gruntijackal- suddenly gasped and spoke to him, "Don't shoot!"

"Why? Why shouldn't I?" Gruntijackal replied.

"Because I am Elite friendly guy," the Grunt struggled to say.

"Ok then, you can come," Gruntijackal said quietly.

"Oh thank you, thank you!" the Grunt cheered.

The Grunt picked up a needler and a Plasma Pistol. He got closer to Gruntijackal and took the Covenant Medical Kit off him. Gruntijackal was appauled at this behaviour, until he realised what the Grunt was doing. He was wrapping bandages around Gruntijackal's right hand. Gruntijackal attached the Flamethrower to the Tank. He pulled out a Plasma Rifle. Gruntijackal aimed his Plasma Rifle around him. The Grunt beside him then took a M2 Covenant Flamethrower off the ground and attached it to his back. To Gruntijackal's suprise, there was a teleporter infront of him, it was a firery blue (like on Chill Out and Cold Storage). The Grunt pointed towards it, "Thats why I deactivated the Phantom's engines," he said smiling. Gruntijackal took a step forward, towards the teleporter, "Do you know where it goes?"

"No, but anywhere's better than here," the Grunt said.

"Allright then," Gruntijackal replied.

Gruntijackal took another step forward, the warmth of the Teleporter's fire entered Gruntijackal's body. The other grunt entered the teleporter without fuss. Gruntijackal looked behind him, the flames of the trees still blazing. Holding his breathe, Gruntijackal entered the Teleporter. Suddenly, he was in a canyon, it was desolate. It was quiet, the only noise was from the birds flying around. Gruntijackal looked up at the sky, and descovered he was in the Grand Canyon. Suddenly, a small bush moved. Gruntijackal froze, suddenly, a human jumped out from the bush. Gruntijackal recognized the face anywhere. "Eve?"

"Gruntijackal?"

Evelyn squirmed to stand up, her leg impeding her movement. As she stood finally, a blue flash occured. It caught her by suprise, and then she realized who it was. "Gruntijackal ?!" she yelled, stumbling forward like a drunk hobo. "Where the hell did you come from ?" she said, before falling to her feet.

Carpe walked slowly to the river. Arriving at the edge, he set the sniper rifle down and scooped up a palmful of water. Splashing his face to clean the dust and grime of the motorcycle ride off his face, he leaned over the river and looked at his reflection. He took off his glasses and splashed water on them, then wiped the grime from them. He set them back on his face and blinked. Much better, he thought.

Turning, he saw a figure on the road standing over his bike. "Nick?' he muttered, wondering if his ally had returned. But when he raised the sniper rifle to his eyes, he wasn't sure who, or what, the figure was. Slinging the rifle, he unholstered the M19C and ran for the vehicle.

"Got one." Reds stated

"Already?"Scopes asked.

"It's that one, by the river."Reds said"Dammit he's making a run for it!"

"I got him."Scopes replied

Scopes leveled her rifle, and aimed at the trooper. "Say ah, you UNSC piece of shit." -- DREAD HEAD 613 19:42, 20 July 2009 (UTC)

Justin quickly got behind the counter and went prone. His thoughts were right. The two Saulosians peaked through the window and shoved their Filks through and fired. The scattershots erupted through, splintering the wood and damaging the guns on the windows and cases.

"Fuck," he thought "I doubt that most of them would work now." After the initial barrage, there was a pause. It was time. He readied the pistols and his rackets seeing that it is now or never. He jumped up, aimed and fired. The shots deafened his ears, the ringing filling his head. The bullets hit one in the shoulders and legs. The other was killed, taking most of the bullets he fired in the chest and head. The Saulosian looked at his partner and roared in anger and bellowed, "You won't make it out of this one!!" He brought out a revolver grende and threw it through.

"Oh crap. Here goes tennis practice," Justin readied the racket, and with a fast motion, he swung his Wilson racket full force, landing beside the creature and ducked. The alien roared in surprise before it was torn apart by the revovler. He sighed and walked to them and fired a shot into them just in case. Then he pocketed their weapons and went back to the counter and checked his wound. It stopped bleeding and it didn't seem deep, but still he bandaged it.

''That's three that I killed now. How many more do I need to kill?"'' He thought. Justin inspected the weapons and saw that most or all were destroyed or damaged. Then he remembered hearing a thud when he got to the counter and when he checked more closely one of the boards were loose. Lifting it up and going  down, he found himself in a room full of weapons. He grinned at what they were. It was full of updated AKs, M-16s, Uzis, MP5s, and even a BR, etc.

"Son of a bitch. I knew this place sold these but I didn't know where," He said laughing. Soon after, his body started to weaken. The full force of the achingness made his legs buckle, casuing him to lean on the wall. He layed his head on the wooden wall and closed his eyes.

As the two VIKINGs walked through the rubble of the destroyed city, one of them stopped.

"I can't believe we have to scout out again."complain Rex "The kingdom requires it."Replied the other armored giant known as Sev. "But it's destroyed!" Rex griped on, as they started out again. "Rex?"Sev asked. "Yea what?"Rex replied "Shut the hell up."

They walked on in silence until they came upon what appeared to be a gun store. They walked in, then they saw the bodies. "Salousians"Sev confirmed"Been here awhile too."

A sound somewhere off in the store snapped the VIKINGs into focus. Sev brought up his TI99-D SMG. "Let's see who's home..."-- DREAD HEAD 613 02:49, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

He was in a meadow, by a tree. He was sitting down with a notebook in hand. Birds were chirping and he could feel the soft cool breeze hit his face. He heard a laugh and he turned his head, seeing a young girl twirling around, laughing and her mouth in a smile. She saw him looking and giggled. She ran over to him, her yellow dress flowing in the wind.

"Come on Justin. I thought this was a date." The girl said, pulling his arms.

Justin's cheeks reddened, saying, "Oh fine. You know it took such a long time for me to ask you out. Its so great to be here with you." He got up and hugged the girl. She broke the embrace and laughed, pulling him towards her and making him run with her.

"Why same here. I was always too shy to ask. Now come on and forget. We're here now."

Justin followed her, smiling and laughing, and holding hands with her. But then he heard a scream. He ran to her and saw her, lying on the floor. He looked up and saw the ships. He screamed as they fired their guns, engulfing his body and the girl, vaporizing them.

Justin woke up when he heard a sound ring throughout the store. He looked around the room and took the 2 BRs that were beside him. Justin queitly went up and went behind the counter. He peaked and saw two VIKINGS outside with their guns at the ready.

"Shit. I have VIKINGS on my ass now? I already have the Saulosians on me and now them. Damn. Another fight here we go," He thought. Justin placed the two BRs beside him and taking out the Filk pistols he pocketed.

"Come here and play,"

The two started toward the counter in the corner when a young man jumped out firing two Saulosian Filk Pistols.

He managed to expend the ammo for one of the guns, and stood there breathing heavily while the dust settled. Nothing.Happened.At.All.

The VIKINGS looked, first to the young man, then to each other, then back to the man. Sev noticed part of the outer shell of his armor had melted and his shields were fried for good "Bad move kid."Sev stated.

With a look of shock in his eyes the man started to turn and run,when Rex sprung forward, grabbed his wrist, and turned it sharply to the side, not quite breaking it.Then wrapped his arm around the young man's neck.

"Now listen up!"Rex said"We can do this one of two ways.We can do it the easy way, and you tell us where the nearest ONI base is." He paused,tightened his grip on him and turned to Sev."Or, we can do it Sev's way" Sev brought out a thick combat knife and twirled it in the air.

Rex chuckled then added,"It's you're choice boy!What'll it be?"-- DREAD HEAD 613 04:27, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

Carpe ducked as a bullet whistled over his head. Hitting the ground, he tried to see where the shooter was. "Who are you?" he shouted.

Crawling backwards, he suddenly sprang upright and ran for the river. Another bullet whinged past him, but he was unharmed. Thank God I'm a sprinter, he thought.

He reached the river and dove in. Throwing his sniper rifle away, he submerged and swam for the other side. Coming up out of the water, he gasped and looked back. He still couldn't see the sniper.

Shaking his head and checking the drenched SMG at his side, he began down the road.

Day 2
Baracuss stumbled down the abandoned road, still-running cars all around him, their occupants discarding them when the invasion began. He would have jumped into one of them and drove away from the city, but many of the cars were extreamly low on gas, and besides that, he had no idea what lurked outside the city. He turned the corner and saw the most beutiful thing he had seen in a while, a sign that read: Evan's Guns. "Thank god!" He said, rubbing his "lucky" necklace. Once he reached the shop he heard people talking inside. Near the window were two, dead, reptilian beasts. He entered the building, hoping that there was enough weapons left for him, and that the occupants within knew where the Military base was. But once the two, towering men in armor saw him, he was greeted by the barrel of a weapon pointed right at his face. Baracuss dropped his Plasma Assault Rifle, and, to his best extent, brout his arms over his head, "You got me..." he said.

The river
Reds smacked Scopes' helmet hard. "How the hell could you miss!?"He yelled

"It's not my fault the gun overheated!"She said

Reds put his helmet back on and stormed off. "Oh come on man!"Scopes said,"Don't be like that!"

She grabbed her rifle and jogged to keep up.-- DREAD HEAD 613 14:48, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

"Evan's guns"
"It's your choice boy! What'll it be?"Rex asked But before the young man could answer, Sev cut in:"I've got a contact."

"Another one?"Rex complained

"Don't worry"Sev said, as he walked forward and aimed his SMG at the door.

Another young man walked through with a look of relief on his face, until he saw the barrel of Sev's gun pointing at him.

The new stranger dropped his gun and raise both arms above his head.

"You got me."He said

Two loyalist Hunters cam through, whacking at the rocks. They flung thhem up into the night sky as if they were feathers. And then the whacked Nick. He hadn't brought his M1 Garand along, and only had his Raging Bull. He got knocked into the river, and was roughly flowing downstream until, he was pulled under. He saw a break in the water, which could only mean one thing, a waterfall. Nick struggled to swim to the other side of the river, and when he arrived, he was soaking wet, had lost his Raging Bull, and Carpe was about to get hit by those hunters.

Baracuss felt a sharp pain in his arm, his wound had started to bleed again. He decided to ask these armored giants for help, "I need to find medical attention, fast..." He said lowering his bleeding arm, "Do any of you know where to find a military base?" He said looking around the room. One of the armored figures still held him at gun point. "Damn it..." He thought to himself, "I don't think I'll get any help here..."