RP:Infection

Background
While you may sign up and feel free to make rough drafts of your characters, units, etc. you plan to use during the event, nothing besides official moderator-approved content will be accepted and/or submitted until May 1st, 2010 ; the event coordinator will release the prologue to Infected to give contributors a good idea of the feeling for the story, which will mark the beginning of the RP.

You can view the prologue, Halo Reach: BioWar, at this link HERE!

Directions
Please follow all directions below, your refusal to do so may entitle you a ban from the event.


 * 1) Any directions given by RP Moderators must be complied with, or you and your content will be removed from the event if it presents a clear problem with insubordination.
 * 2) You are only allowed one post per day, with a minimum of at least four six-sentence paragraphs. Your post may be as long as you want as long as it conforms to this rule.
 * 3) No SPARTAN-II's or any other supersoldiers will not be allowed for the majority of the event to prevent godmodding and lackluster The Library-esque content. Later on, a few  MAY  be allowed, but only with permission by Moderators.
 * 4) Each contributor will either be "in-charge" of a Battalion (500-800 soldiers) in the Monastir Guards Brigade (1143rd Infantry Brigade Combat Team) or a civilian group aided by a small military detail. As the event progresses, you may request and/or be given opportunities for different types of groups than the ones listed above.
 * 5) As the story progresses, focus on different parts of the battle will occur, make sure you keep up-to-date on this.
 * 6) This story is set within CommanderTony's own personal Halo timeline, known as the Tonyverse. While it is suggested you learn some of the basics about said universe, a good amount of creative freedom is given to each contributor.
 * 7) Collaboration posts are allowed, though give a brief explanation to an available moderator before hand.
 * 8) Using the templates provided HERE, participants are encouraged to write articles focused all content you create for your posts. Categorize them by adding the category Infection at the bottom of the page.
 * 9) We will be providing updates on this RP's talk page on a regular basis, make sure you read them as soon as possible to know what you need to do for each of your posts throughout the campaign.

Event Moderators
The users listed below are to be respected and listened to at all times, they know and plan the story out in detail so contributors have a good background to write their posts with. Moderators will be tasked with creating plot-twists within the event, that the contributors can base their future posts on. They may at any time, without warning and authorization, make minor edits to your posts to either conform to spelling, grammar, or canonical standards.

If you feel confident enough with the event's canon that you wish to enlist your service's as a Moderator, send a formal request to CommanderTony on his talk page HERE.


 * CommanderTony — Writer and director of the Infection series, as well as the coordinator of the event.
 * 117649AnnihilativeRepentance — Second-in-command.
 * Spartan-091 — Volunteer moderator.

Events
Throughout Infection, different battles, situations, and campaigns occur on the Human colony of New Harmony. As such, each contributor is responsible for being familiar with the timeline set forth in the timeline provided by the teaser communique Halo Reach: Infection. A summarized and more what-to-do oriented one is provided below:


 * 1) Outbreak — The unintentional release of Seoulnum virus-infected test subjects from the Andromeda Military Science Institute on October 20th, 2550.
 * 2) Response — Governor General Kinberg puts the New Harmony Land Forces Command on high-alert, and sends an evacuation notice informing the populace of a "Covenant invasion" on October 22nd. Local Naval and Marine forces quickly arrive on scene. New Harmony forces react to small infestations and are able to contain them.
 * 3) Infection — On October 25th, over half of the population of New Harmony has been infected with the Seoulnum virus despite initial estimations on the growth of the infestation. The Rapid Reaction Fleet's main body arrives to the planet and is ordered to seize and/or destroy any civilian evacuation vessel containing a possible Seoulnum threat.
 * 4) Saturation Bombing — The majority of New Harmony has been infested by the Seoulnum virus, Vice Admiral Pinto is ordered by UEG Chancellor Beland to release weapons of mass destruction over the colony on October 27th. All major cities and holdouts are devastated by the attacks.
 * 5) Containment — The main threat presented by the infected is now eliminated, and large amounts of UNSC Special Forces and New Harmony soldiers are sent back down to the surface to destroy any remaining holdouts and to rescue stranded civilians on October 31st and November 1st.

Invitation
If you want to officially invite your friends or other editors into the project, then go to this link HERE to copy and paste the embed code creating the template seen below.

How to sign up
After you've read the entire background section multiple times, and decided Infection seems like an interesting idea, sign your name below using this template: *

This will aid the Moderators and other contributors in allowing them to view content you've submitted for the event, as well as converse with you without the hassle of playing Where's Waldo in the page's edit history.

List of writers
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Player Characters
Each users has their choice of one or two characters their unit/group will be based around. These characters can be a grizzled New Harmony sergeant, a geeky civilian, a power-hungry constable, or anything else you can think of.


 * CommanderTony — Major General Henry West and Lieutenant Simon Montgomery
 * Another Poetic Spartan — Captain Ashton Graves
 * 117649AR — Colonel Marc Lemierre
 * Bobzombie — Lieutenant Colonel Ben Garcia and Corporal Martin Jones
 * Sgt.T.N.Biscuits — Warrant Officer Ross Ainsley and Major Randall Freemont
 * Spartan-091 — Petty Officer Second Class Jack-G101 and Nick "Web" Webley
 * The All-knowing Sith'ari — Major Megan Callaghan
 * Subtank — Cameron Nadiah
 * Sgt.johnson —Petty Officer Second Class Travis-G292
 * Jawsredfield —Journalist Beth Hedges
 * Hyper Zergling —
 * CarpeJugulum - Major Theodore Ashcroft
 * LOMI - Author William Lloyd and Lance Corporal Justin Davis
 * SPARTAN-118 -
 * Nra 'Vadumee - Master Sergeant Emerson MacTaven, Joseph MacTaven
 * Shivly - Alex Mccraw
 * FightWithHonor -  Ralph MacGregor.
 * The Leader - Agent Roman Jackson and Second Lieutenant David Smith (at the start of the story Command Sergeant Major Sergeant David Smith)

Non-player Characters
To continue to expand the universe surrounding the Infection RP, there will be numerous characters that will not be "role-playable" to the contributors. These characters will be solely featured in the RP posts of the moderators. If you wish to add a person to this list, contact any of the moderators.


 * Governor General Leland Kinberg — Leader of the Commonwealth of New Harmony, and Commander-in-Chief of the New Harmony Army.
 * Vice Admiral Jun Pinto — Commander-in-Chief, Twentieth Fleet (Rapid Reaction Forces Command).
 * Doctor Vladimir Petrovich — Chief Scientist, Andromeda Military Science Institute (Office of Naval Intelligence).

Order of Battle
A list of all units and groups featured in the Infection RP.

United Nations Space Command
(NOTE: One regiment is still needed to complete the Monastir Guards, and fill in three battalions per regiment. Inform the regimental commanders [seen in the writer template at top of each page] prior to establishing a unit.)
 * New Harmony Land Forces Command
 * Monastir Guards (1143rd Infantry Brigade Combat Team)'''
 * Royal Monastir Dragoons
 * The Pastor Rifles
 * Airborne Guards of Huntington
 * '''Rapid Reaction Fleet
 * Twentieth Fleet
 * Destroyer Squadron 87
 * Rapid Reaction Fleet Marine Forces
 * 9th Shock Division
 * 27th Marine Division
 * 223rd Marine Engineering Brigade

Civilians
To all who are commanding a civilian survivor group in the Tyumen region, all you simply have to do is link the name of your group. Preferably, these groups are named after the towns/cities in which the survivors are located in. And remember that as a Commonwealth colony, a good portion of the location names should be inspired by British, Canadian, Australian, and New England names.


 * Commonwealth of New Harmony
 * Fairfax Survivors- Nick "Web" Webley and others.
 * Hastings Survivors- Cameron Nadiah and others.
 * Cardiff Survivors- Beth Hedges and others
 * New Remmington Survivors- Joseph MavTavish and others

Posting
'Actual posting and the beginning of Infection'' will take place on Wednesday, May 5th when CommanderTony posts the first entry for the RP. Thank you for your patience! Also, remember to read the prologue to Infection HERE!'''

Make sure you sign ALL of your posts with the following section title under the appropriate event  ====USERNAME (post NUMBER)==== . See below if you are still confused...

CommanderTony (post 1)
00:01 - 20 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO ANDROMEDA MILITARY SCIENCE INSTITUTE

Within the Andromeda MSI, an eerie presence permeated throughout the clean interior. Dr. Vladimir Petrovich, chief scientist at the facility, was walking such halls when he heard silent thumping from the rooms ahead; wondering what sort of activity could be going on at such time of the night, Petrovich decided to check it out. Cautiously walking to the primary research lab where he thought the thumping was coming from, the elderly scientist began to hear more violent and agonizing noises as he went on.

As a veteran member of the institute, Petrovich has seen his fair share of miraculous and strange events occurring on his watch. Within visual distance of the lab's only entrance, he pondered on an outbreak that happened recently in his career at Andromeda. Only four years ago, Vladimir Petrovich was caught in a firefight between a group of Rebel infiltrators and the ONI Marine guards at the facility. The Rebels gained intelligence that their soldiers were being held in detention at the very place he called home; truth was — they were right...to an extent. Ultimately learning about the whereabouts of their former comrades-in-arms, Rebel soldiers unleashed the prisoners upon their former captors. Though the "prisoners" and the soldiers were quickly subdued by the resourceful Marines, the lessons learned on that day would be embedded in everyone who experienced it. Vladimir then reached for his sidearm....

"Flash!" called out Petrovich, hoping to alert any Andromeda personnel.

To his chagrin, nobody bothered to respond with a countersign...

"Hello — is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"

Again, no response was given to Vladimir. Manually opening the auto-doors further, the noises in other rooms continued to increase in volume and frequency. Just as he was about to let his guard down and believe that this was all a prank by the newer Marines and scientists, Petrovich heard grumbling and shuffling in the conference room to his left. Stealthily walking into the room, he noticed a tall Asiatic man standing behind the table. First assuming that he was an escaped subject, Vladimir threw flexi-cuffs across the hand-crafted mahogany table hoping that this man would be subdued easily. After a few seconds of dead silence, the scientist made a step forward and raised his sidearm at the subject, hoping a bit of violence would motivate the man to comply with his demands.

"What? Are you simple! Put your damn hands behind your back and cuff yourself, it's not that fucking hard!" an annoyed Petrovich sarcastically told the man.

After minutes of statue-like behavior on the subject's part, he finally gave a short and clear message to Vladimir. Bitchy Bob, a nickname the doctor gave to him just moments before, opened his mouth and liters of blood began to spill out, growling at him at the same time. Finally realizing that he wasn't just an ordinary subject, Vladimir shot Bob just a few centimeters below his left eye...he didn't go down.

Even with a bullet lodged within his skull, Bob stood his ground and continued to growl at Petrovich, likely "strategizing" his next move against the doctor. A gunfight quickly ensued in the rooms surrounding the lab, and before Bob had a chance to strike down Petrovich, the scientist quickly ran out of the room knocking anything down in his path. Rather than chasing him down, Bob calmly walked out of the room and proceeded to head towards detention facilities. Petrovich ran to the nearest communications terminal and initiated a facility-wide lockdown, hoping to prevent outbreak of the Seoulnum virus, a biological weapon he had been working on for the past decade. Teams of Marines were put on high alert and sent throughout the facility to hunt Bob and any subjects down before they could contaminate the rest of Andromeda. The rookie Marines assigned to the facility were caught off-guard by Bob and his heightened senses, easily gaining access to the detention areas.

While a normal Seoulnum infectee doesn't have any increased abilities to further expand the viruses outbreak upon a population, Bob was naturally a body-builder prior to becoming a subject for Petrovich and Andromeda. While this allowed him to open up the doors with ease, the dozens, if not hundreds, of cells would take minutes to open — allowing the Marines to contain the outbreak in one swift action. To his surprise, Bob was overwhelmed with anger and excitement when all of the cells suddenly opened simultaneously. Within seconds, over 50 infected subjects were released by an unknown source within the facility.

Running rampant around Andromeda, the Seoulnum infectees overran Marine and automated defenses, gathering new resources as they press forward. By 00:45 hours, the outbreak had spread throughout the facility, and were knocking on the doorstep to the first two levels. A loosely organized band of Marines and scientist barricaded themselves in front of the security gates for the third and second levels. An overwhelming force that tripled in size from the time of large-scale facility outbreak rushed the hastily-built fortifications in mass-numbers. For ten minutes, Andromeda personnel pushed back wave after wave of infected subjects, and were close to containing the outbreak without a single loss by their efforts. Unfortunately for the defenders, their ammunition supply was running dry as the minutes past, and every time a small group of subjects began to run at the Marines, the more their chances of success were lost. At 01:00 hours, the Marines ordered a general retreat out of the facility.

As Bob was finally within range of their guns, he charged at the retreating Marines, wiping down a quarter dozen of them with a single lunge. Quickly, the other infected swarmed on the dead bodies and began to proceed to the main level of Andromeda. Unfortunately for the surviving Marines and scientists who were able to escape, they had numerous bitten personnel within their ranks. Before they could react to their former comrades, numerous others were already showing symptoms and complete infection. Seoulnum was on the verge of complete infestation throughout Andromeda, and there was nothing more the survivors could do about it. In one last act of heroism, all of them committed suicide to prevent their eventual infection by the subjects they once abused and tortured. Finally arriving at the main level, Bob and the Seoulnum infectees growled in anger and pounded on the main door and large bulletproof windows. Without warning to them, the door managed to open all on it's own — without the need for Human interaction. Roaring in excitement, the infected rushed out of the facility into the valley below...leaving it in a husk of mutilated carcasses.

"SCION TO COMMAND. I HAVE INITIATED LEVEL ONE LOCKDOWN PROCEDURES. NO SUCCESS. CRUSADERS BE WARNED! OVER" a shaken Petrovich whispered into his chatter.

117649AR (post 1)
05:00 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO WINSDOWN ARMOURED TRAINING CENTRE, EN ROUTE TO ANDROMEDA MILITARY SCIENCE INSTITUTE

The M122 Saxon thundered onto the road through the large gates of the Training Centre, kicking up dust and gravel as it moved in line with the other eight IFV's. The call had come in only several hours before, during the middle of the mounting and dismounting exercises at the Centre, and they'd been ordered to mount up and move on out. The destination was the Andromeda Military Science Institute, a sort of high-security lab that the ONI spooks and military researchers frequented; all hush-hush, secretive work.

"Oi... you know what exactly they do there?"

"Hell if I know, mate. Probably testing combat drugs on monkeys or some sh*te."

The soldiers in the compartment had a good laugh of it, before the PSG told the lot of them to shut it. The line came to a halt.

The order came to dismount, and the infantrymen marched out as the back hatch opened up; the entire area, a perimetre around a large mountain pass, was covered by polycarbonate and instacrete fortifications. Constables were swarming over, looking somewhat nervous, fidgeting every now and then at the sidearms on their hips as their eyes flitted from the newly arrived Colonial Infantry to the dark and shrouded pass to the other side. The PL's and the CO had since walked over to one of the tents set up along the rough semi-circle, discussing matters inaudibly, and the Saxons, with their associated squads, had moved along the curve of fortifications.

Two Gendarmes, standing by one of the polycarbonate barricades of the semicircular perimetre, glanced at the newly arrived Mechanised Infantry with suspicious eyes.

"Bleedin' hell are the troops doing here?"

"Dunno, mate... but it's right fuckin' odd."

"You'd think the bloody twats up high could care to tell us what, exactly, we're supposed t'be watching for."

The other law enforcement officer, looking briefly at the shrouded mountain pass, folded his arms across his chest and sighed.

"Amen to that."

Back across the perimetre, at the hastily put-up command tent, the Platoon Leaders and the Commanding Officer exited. The PL's were ushered back to their units, and the Colonial Army Captain briskly removed a cigar from a case in his coat pocket, lighting it and taking in the smoke. The M122's had since become interspersed between the Gendarmerie Barricades, turrets pointed squarely towards the chasm, nearby infantry aiming weapons down range. The Captain took another puff of the cigar, sighed slowly, and walked back into the tent.

The Colonial infantrymen kneeled and lay prone in their combat firing positions, protected by a cluster of instacrete and polycarbonate barricades, combat barriers, and a lacing of barbed wire, checking their weapons once, twice, and again. It -the entire situation- was simply too silent. Too odd. Too... awkward. The Saxons had taken up positions around the perimetre, the Gendarmes were patrolling the fortifications with service pistols and shotguns, and the PL's stood straight, staring solemnly as shadows shifted in the pass.

A young soldier walked by to the 2nd Lieutenant, and looked down for a spell before asking.

"Sir... with all due respect, what are we meant to be doing here?"

The Platoon Leader cocked his head to the side, just enough to bring the rifleman's face into view.

"Holding the bloody line."

Sgt.johnson (post 1)
02:31 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO Déjà vu GENTLEMAN'S CLUB

Travis tilted his head as so to get a good glimpse of the waitresses’ undergarments. She was nineteen, cute, and the two had incessantly flirted with each other while she delivered the trio’s drinks.

In the smoke-filled room, one could make out several poles, all of which had exotic dancers showing their moves on them. One could also make out three men. They looked average, at least from a distance. They were taller than most other men on the colony world, and it was obvious that they were outsiders.

What wasn’t obvious was their true profession, or who they worked for. While on the world, if anyone asked them what they did for a living, they would state that they worked for Acumen Science Laboratories or Phade Technology Industry. Who they actually worked for was the Office of Naval Intelligence, Section Three, Naval Special Weapons. They were the deadliest warriors this side of the galaxy, but for now, they were normal men enjoying what normal men enjoy the most – women.

Another waitress passed by with a plate of hot-wings, and when she saw who had ordered them, she quickly grabbed a pen.

“Thanks,” said Travis, managing a sly smile.

She quickly wrote down a series of digits on the paper, folded it, and handed it to Travis. She quickly walked away, putting her apron away and grabbing her purse.

Travis opened it, and he read what was on the paper:


 * Apartment C, 3913 Cole Road

Travis smiled at his good fortune, re-folded the paper, and caught up to the waitress without saying bye to Jack and Carter, who both knew what he was up to. They also had the same plan, and with Travis out of the way, they could put it into action. *** 05:17 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO APARTMENT C, 3913 COLE ROAD

Travis rolled over, sweat dripping from his brow.

''Mission. Accomplished.'' he thought to himself while folding his arms behind his head. The waitress was panting and sweating from the intense three hour period of love-making.

"That... was amazing," said the waitress, finally rolling over to sleep with a sigh.

Travis also rolled over, and then he realized that he had made a tactical mistake.

''What is that girl’s name… Kathy? Becky? Tiffany?''

He decided that he would sneak out to the hotel room he had rented at 0530, and he did just that, leaving behind a bawling, and strangely happy, Beth.

CarpeJugulum (post 1)
O5:32 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO HUNTINGTON COUNTY, TYUMEN REGION: ASHCROFT ESTATE

Theodore Ashcroft blinked blearily as his bedside alarm beeped softly, indicating a new message. Grumbling, Ashcroft reached for the switch and flicked it. A holographic screen appeared, with a new message in his inbox. The sender was listed as Ashcroft's commanding officer and the general of the Monastir Guards, Henry West. Curious, Ashcroft opened the file.

The message detailed an immediate activation to full-alert status of all UNSC Army units on New Harmony, effective as of this morning. The reason was flagged as a Code Arcturus, meaning a unit-wide drill.

The message collapsed suddenly. A new box popped up in the air, stating that another pair of eyes was reading the file, which was semi-classified material. Ashcroft turned and saw his wife, Catherine, looking over his shoulder. "What was that?" she asked, concern in her eyes.

"I'm not really sure," Ashcroft replied, which was true. "It looks like some kind of drill. They're calling in all of the Eleventh Airborne."

"Do you think there's anything wrong?" Catherine asked. "This seems rather abrupt for a drill."

Ashcroft shook his head. "No, just keeping us at top readiness." He stood and walked to the bathroom, where he took a quick shower and shaved before changing into his dress uniform. When he emerged, Catherine was standing, wearing a robe. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"

Ashcroft walked to her and kissed her softly. "Only a couple of days, three at the very most," he said, and walked downstairs into the kitchen, where he opened another holographic window to finish reading the message as he made a quick breakfast. As the bacon sizzled in the pan, he began reading the message. The rest of it was boring details- procedures for reporting in, information to be given to the men, and so on. One of the provisions, however, was surprising to Ashcroft. It authorized unit commanders to give their soldiers live ammunition.

Closing the window, Ashcroft finally noticed that the speed-cooker had, without supervision or proper settings, burned his breakfast. Ashcroft swore and dumped the whole mess into the garbage, reminding himself to learn how to operate the thing one of these days. Walking out to the garage, he climbed into a metallic silver civilian-model Warthog and began the drive to the headquarters of the Airborne Guards of Huntington, hoping to be done with this nonsense soon.

Shivly (post 1)
O5:00 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO HUNTINGTON COUNTY, TYUMEN REGION: MCCRAW FAMILY GYM

Alex Mccraw just finished his morning workout, he had been pratacing his CQB on his Familys heavy bag. He took a new, clean towl and his forehead clean of its sweat

Soon after finishing his work out he went back into his home, his family still asleep, his mother, his father, and two little cousins were sleeping on the Futon in the living room. He walked himself into the bathroom and turned the cold water |ON| and with that he stipe of his clothing at steped into his Shower.

O5:38 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO HUNTINGTON COUNTY, TYUMEN REGION: MCCRAW FAMILY Home

Alex stood in the shower for a little over a half hour, when he steped out he looked at his Messaging device and saw his one new message, he checked it and saw that it was a call up for all UNSC ARMY Soldiers. He dident pay any attention to this just thinknig it was going to be a simple drill for them to get back in shape for what ever may come to them

He put a towl of his body, not taking to much time to dry off. He walked slowy to his room to retreive his BDU, he put it on fast but effiecently so not to look rushed. He took a little time to cook himself a small breakfast, Microwaved hashbrowns and Bacon. He sat there eating taking his time saying to himself in his head "Not to worry just a drill, just a drill".

Alex began to walk, he looked at his mother and father and waved bye even though they were asleep and he got on his Motercyle, on his way to the headquarters of the Airborne Guards of Hunigton. He hoped that this would just be a fun exercise for the Airbourne Guards

Sgt.T.N.Biscuits (post 1)
05:21 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO FIREBASE PHOENIX (Airborne Guards of Huntington Base of Operations), HUNTINGTON COUNTY, TYUMEN CAPITAL REGION "Sir, something's happened."

"Oh bloody hell," Warrant Officer Ross Ainsley remarked as a blonde haired recruit approached him with a worried expression covering his face. “So what’s our problem…” Ainsley looked down at the recruit’s uniform, stopping at the name stitched on it. “Davis?”

“Well sir, we have national emergency on our hands. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but the heads up in Monastir seem pretty damn worried about it.” Ainsley picked up his MA5B, pulled back the charging handle and placed an ACOG scope on the top rails as the recruit continued to update him. “Rumor has it that they’re worried of a Covenant invasion. But if you ask me I think it’s a bunch of rubbish. I mean it’s been what, twent-“

“Private, just give me the damn update. Save the rants for yourself.” Ainsley interrupted. He had just got off of a large drinking spree the night before and he was in no mood to wait. The only reason the Warrant Officer was here in the first place was because of Army Colonel James Ackerson. Ainsley had been serving under the Colonel for several years now, and Ackerson felt the Officer could use a vacation on New Harmony. Too bad that vacation involved serving as an exchange officer in the military garrison there.

“As you wish sir,” Private Davis quickly remarked. “Anyway, General West put all units on full alert and Colonel Scott wants you alongside the 331st Squadron ASAP. I'm not sure why, but he's pretty worried.”

Ainsley sighed; looking into the air as the end of his maroon beret slightly fell down his head. He looked alongside him to see the Private anxiously waiting for an order. “Dismissed” Ainsley whispered. “Only if I were that lucky…”

Bobzombie (post 1)
Marxson

00:27 - 21 October 2550 '''New Harmony, Gamma Centauri, Sector Two  Unknown Street Pastor Tyumen'''


 * Marxson took another long drink from his whisky "Report for a combat alert. BS. Grade A BS. Let the Yank take care of the whole bloody thing." he drawled to himself and took a swig before continuing his monologue . "Whole thing is a bloody joke. Won't be a ruddy invasion." something moved in the corner of his eye. "Oi! Leave me alone. I got my right to be here." A sudden intense pain shot through Colonel Marxson's body and that was all he knew.

Lt.Colonel Garcia

07:31 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO

PASTOR RIFLES HEADQUARTERS GARRISON


 * Garcia smelled burnt flesh. He gripped his MA5K tightly. He jumped out from behind cover and fired at the approaching enemy. He slammed back on the wall. Plasma rounds impacted with intense heat right where he was. The Elites growled. Garcia looked up and saw the sword in it's hand glowing. And watched it enter his chest.


 * Then he woke up. There was no war. No more Elites trying to kill him. If anything was going to kill him it would be boredom. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and yawned. He stood up and used the bathroom.


 * After getting dressed he made breakfast. Standard eggs and bacon. Brits can't stop me from eating bacon. he thought. With all their customs and crap I don't see why they are even called UNSC Army.


 * His chatter beeped. A message. He looked at it. Marxson dead. Report to HQ ASAP.

Martin Jones

09:32 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO

Greene Diner, Pastor, Tyumen


 * Martin bit into the pancake. Not bad for a Brit he thought. Not bad at all. He looked up at Mary Smith. His best friend. "Not bad eh?"


 * "Not bad. Not good. Back when I served with the 7th ODST I knew this one guy. Perez, amazing french toast." Mary smiled. "But this is the best we can get."


 * Martin stared at her for a moment. I've never been one for romance but... I think we might....God damn it! She's Army with me. Kind of against regs. I wish it wasn't I wish we could ma-


 * "You okay Martin?" Mary entered his thoughts."You look like you had one too many."


 * "Oh? Sorry. Just spaced I guess"


 * "Well we better get to command. Words up that we might have an excercise soon."


 * "Great, another excercise. What fun." Martin replied sarcasticly. "Better get goin' then"


 * Yeah. See you later Aaron."


 * "Yeah see you"

Garcia


 * Lt.Colonel Garcia waited outside of the war room in his uniform. Crisp and clean. All he knew was that the Colonel had been murdered sometime this morning. He had been drunker than satan on a bad day. Other than that nothing.


 * "Lt.Colonel Garcia?" the secretary spoke with a floaty english accent "Majors Casey, Callaghan and Fleet are waiting. CSM Faulkner as well."


 * "Thank you Warrant Officer, always a pleasure"


 * The secretary giggled. Garcia entered the war room followed by Majors Casey, Callaghan, and Fleet as well as the Sergeant Major CSM Hailey Faulkner. They were here to talk about the Colonel's death.


 * "Okay here is what happened. The Colonel was found dead in Pastor this morning. He was murdered. As you know Major Casey will assume the position of Second in Command. Callaghan have the 1st be ready for the ceremonies." Garcia inhaled before continuing "We have an excercise schedueled for the 23rd until the 31st. Standard excercise. Innie vs. us. I will obviously assume command of the Regiment. Any questions? No? Than you are dissmissed."

Subtank (post 1)
08:51 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO KEISEN UNIVERSITY, HOSTEL DORMITORY (FEMALE), C709

Cameron

CommanderTony (post 2)
11:00 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO

MONASTIR-GREENWICH INTERSTELLAR SPACEPORT

Unlike other autumn days in the Monastir Metropolitan Area, today was quite beautiful and tranquil. Colonials were walking the streets calmly without the threat of impending rain clouds, and strolling along waterfronts watching the sealife come to greet them.

Assigned on an exchange program with the New Harmony Land Forces Command from their sister service, the Caprican Army, Lieutenant Simon Montgomery was excited to finally get off of his homeworld, if only for a single year. As the New Harmony Army hadn't seen any frontline combat in nearly 15 years, Montgomery preferred to be assigned with his fellow aristocracy in the Colonial General Staff, rather than being assigned to some backwoods rifle regiment. A resourceful man, the young Caprican officer quickly hitched a ride on a Falcon waiting on the spaceport's tarmac en-route to the capital, persuading the even younger pilot Sergeant to make a detour to CGS. Enlightened to see that New Harmony was an advanced metropolis colony that prided itself on upholding environmental balance, the sights and sounds of the colony reminded him of his homeworld, which felt and looked much the same as the one he just arrived on.

Noticing that Montgomery was falling asleep on the one hour flight from the spaceport to Monastir, Sergeant Llywellyn banked quickly to port and slammed the Lieutenant into the hardened polycarbonate doors. Admitting that he made a terrible mistake in letting an enlisted pilot fly him to command, the two men shared a long laugh together. Knowing that he'd do it again if having the chance, Montgomery opened the port-side hatch on the Falcon to witness the sprawling metropolis of Monastir. Considered a gem within the colonies, Monastir had beautiful glass-covered structures that filled the landscape for what seemed like a hundred kilometers. Likely assuming that he'd love to see some of the cities landmarks, SGT Llywellyn requested and received permission for an overflight of much of Monastir. Previously a scholar before beginning his officer training on Earth, Montgomery dreamed about coming to the beautiful historical buildings of the colonies, namely the Grand Commonwealth Opera House on the waterfront of Monastir, overlooking Millerand Bay.

Noticing that he'd only have 15 minutes to get to the Colonial General Staff, Montgomery ordered Llywellyn to "floor it" to his destination. He didn't realize that the Sergeant was extremely eager to please his demands and quickly descended to an altitude that would normally get him in trouble with flight command. Thankfully for the young Lieutenant, most of Monastir's architectural gems were clustered together, all within 10 blocks of each other.

"Alright, well...i'll set the new girl down right about here" sarcastically the Sergeant yelled into the intercom

Llywellyn, disregarding all flight regulations set forth by the United Nations Space Command and the Colonial Aviation Administration, landed right in the middle of a busy road directly in front of CGS. Waiting for the Lieutenant were two fellow junior officers that would escort him to his new commanding officer, though before walking a step towards the command building, Montgomery walked back to the shiny and glossy-finished Falcon, knocked on Llywellyn's cockpit and handed him a fresh, cold lager that was stuffed in his rucksack from the flight to New Harmony. Simply stating to him that he'll get back at him for smacking him into the side of the tiltrotor.

Lieutenant Montgomery then proceeded with the escorts to the building, and was pleased at the marvelous architecture that the builders imagined in the early years of the colonies. Inside, a grand myriad of stairs gutted what would be the first four stories of Caprican Command, with paintings of famous military leaders and battles mounted on nearly every wall space the art director could find a place for. Rather than being lackadaisical and taking the elevator off to the side of the main level with all of his heavy gear, he gave it all to a Private standing directly behind him that seemed to just hit puberty.

"Be a good kid and take my kit to my quarters, i'll forward the address to you...oh, and here's a lager for your troubles!" calmly and suavely Lieutenant Montgomery said to the 16-year old Private as he walked away.

"Trying to gain the hearts and minds of our populace, eh?" sarcastically Lieutenant Smith said into Montgomery's ear.

The three men began walking up about a million steps to his new commanding officer's office in the higher echelon's of the building and what saluting what seemed like a hundred Colonels, Lieutenant Montgomery and his escorts finally arrived at his destination. Knocking silently on his door after hearing the General in a conversation, Montgomery was ordered in.

"LIEUTENANT SIMON MONTGOMERY, CAPRICAN ARMY — REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR!"

"No need for that son, I know who you are and why your here...and apparently it's changed, since you've opened up a mobile pub roaming around my city. (laughing)...welcome to New Harmony Lieutenant, i'm Major General Henry West — pleased to meet you!"

Nra 'Vadumee (post 1)
11:48 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO

NEW REMMINGTON, MACTAVEN ESTATE, SHOOTING RANGE

BOOM!

"Bullseye."

Joseph MacTaven was out in his backyard, shooting targets with his 12 gauge. He considered it a "sports-only" gun, and had plenty of military-grade weapons to use if the need ever arose. He had just now managed to hit his humanoid target square in the chest... for the 10th time.

"Good lord, how many times are ya goin' to kill the poor guy?" His friend, Jacob, said sarcastically.

Jacob and Joseph were friends ever since thier brothers were in the military. Joseph's brother was a Master Sargent in the Rapid Reaction Fleet's infantry division, and Jacobs was off fighting the Covenant... one bridge at a time, since he was an engineer. While Jacob was an exceptional shot, Joseph hit his target almost every time. His other two friends, Ben and Justin, were also there, with an assault rifile and a pistol, respectivly.

"As many times as he lives, thats how many! Any way, I'm getting a little tired of shooting. Lets head in and check in with Emerson." Joseph said.

"Yeah, haven't talked to your older bro in a while. Wonder if he's been dispatched?" Jacob wondered.

"The Rapid Reaction Fleet? Yeah, probably a zombie outbreak or something on Earth. Haha!" Justin joked.

***

11:53 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO

NEW REMMINGTON, MACTAVEN ESTATE, FAMILY ROOM

"Emerson! Whats up, bro!" Joseph exclaimed, as the holo-com fizzed into focus.

"Joseph! Jacob! Justin, Ben! Good to see you guys! Nothings going on here, just some drills, dust, and boredom. What about you guys?"

"Just got back from shooting. We all got good scores-"

"Good? You got a perfect score, dude!" Ben interuptted.

"Anyway, got any news from the fellows up top?" Joseph inquired.

"As a matter of fact, I do. My leave is tommorow, as long as the fleet doesn't need me, I've got a whole week to spend with you guys!"

"Are you freaking kidding me?! Thats great! New Remmington Spaceport, right?"

"Monastir-Greenwich, actually. I'll be bringing some guns for sport, and maybe a few treats..."

"All right, see you then, bro!"

Joseph disconnected, happy as can be.

12:11 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

RAPID REACTION FLEET, SOMEWHERE IN SECTOR 2

FRIGATE EXCALIBER, DORMITORY 322A

"Master Sargent, I need to speak to you." The Captain's voice rang out, muffled by the door.

"Come in..." Said Emerson as he opened the door.

"Listen, I understand your going on leave tommorow?"

"Yes sir..."

"To New Harmony, yes?"

"That is correct, sir..."

"Well, it just so happens that something's gone... wrong on New Harmony. We aren't sure exactly what, but-"

"You want me to see if I can't find out what it is, if its dangerous, and if the fleet should respond, correct, sir?"

"Yes. Don't let it interefere, but remember, it is-"

"For the sfety of the people of New Harmony, I understand, sir. I'll see what I can do."

"Alright then. And give your brother my regards."

"I will, sir."

"Have a good leave, Master Sargent. Goodbye."

"See ya around, captain."

The Leader (post 1)
07:07 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, EXACT LOCATION UNKNOWN, INTEREGATION ROOM

A kidnapper dragged Command Sergent Major David Smith into the room. He was forced to sit down. Another kidnapper walked in.

"Do you know why you're here?" the second kidnapper asked as he walked in.

"Yeah. Cause you're rebels from some other system who goes arounds kidnapping UNSC Army soldiers" replied David, spiting them.

"Listen up! We know who you are. Tell us what we need to know and you'll go - understand?" the first kidnapper shouted at him, in his face. "Specialist Matilda Smith -"

David knew that these guys were seriously. Or were they lying. He couldn't risk it. He needed answers. Is she alright? Where is she?

"What have you done to her?" the Command Sergent Major demanded.

"Let's see - met while training her in the 1st Pastor Rifles. Went missing after out at the pub on the 19th of October" the first kidnapper told him. "Yeah we know everything about her and you - I'll kill her".

"Come on John - that's a bit harsh" the second kidnapper said.

"You're right - give her a slow death - and kill the kids".

"No! Not Johnathan and Lucy! Please!"

"Please John! Bring out the lie detector instead". David had a different idea. They were ONI agents.

"YOU'RE ONI!" he exclaimed.

"No - we're rebels. We're like the ONI but much worse in torture".

"Please - give him a chance". The second kidnapper didn't like his colleague. He always went over the top.

"Ok! I'll leave for a couple of minutes and tell him the truth" the second colleague told him, leaving the room.

"Ok! Listen up. This is your chance. When he comes back he'll shoot you for sure - he did it with the last target. Tell us everything".

"For the last time I have nothing to do with any project". After two minutes, the first kidnapper came back.

"He's sticking with his story" the second kidnapper told his colleague.

"He's innocent! When we took the picture earlier I sent it to the ONI - they said he's from this planet" the first kidnapper said. "So much for Good Cop/Bad Cop".

"AH HA!" Smith exclaimed, thinking he cracked it.

"Yeah! You should know - I'm Agent Roman Jackson, from Eridanus II and he's Agent Lloyd Robert - from here on New Harmony" the second kidnapper told him.

"You're here because we believe that you're involved in some project. We were sent here to help out ever since we lost contact with a scientist or something that we'll call The Doctor. You were some how involved with the ONI and we though -"

"You're right! On holiday on Harvest when the Covenant come. I end up with this ONI agent called Nick".

"And this Nick is one who sent us here - we thought he knew something. The bad news is that you're helping us now. The good news is - congrats, you've been promated to Second Lieutenant - you got your own platoon" Lloyd told him.

"Oh... the Platoon thing is good but helping -"

"We'll shoot you!" Roman told him.

"I'M IN!"

12:14 - 21 OCTOBER 2550

NEW HARMONY, VANCOUVER, OLD GEORGE PUB

Smith, Robert and Jackson sat down in the pub. The three, after that, were now true friends. It wasn't even a disguise. While Roman ordered some drinks, Lloyd ensured Smith that his family is safe but off world. Smith wasn't happy. In fact, he was angry. Not even that, he was furious.

"Where are they?" he asked.

"Safe" replied Lloyd. A woman came over. She was a blondish girl, carrying the drinks on a plate. To Jackson and Robert, she was just another civilian not to trust but David had different ideas. Very different. To him, she looked like one of the girls he met at training.

"I got your drinks" she said. Jackson and Robert took their wine, while David took his beer. David took one more look. For sure, she must be. Yeah. Yes, it was...

"Staff Sergent Vennesa Deary?" asked Smith. She sure did look like her. The woman looked back. She laughed. To correct that, she chuckled.

"No way! I'm Specialist Penny Deary. Venessa's my sister" she chuckled.

"Don't worry, you'll get someone you know soon" mocked Roman.

"Shut up!" David replied.

FightWithHonor (Post 1)
2130 Hours (EST) - 21 October 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO A small flat in Monastir

Ralph MacGregor’s back was acting up again. Arthritis, the doctors had said. MacGregor’s reply had been unprintable.

“Just another one of the bloody things about being old,” he muttered to himself, shuffling across the cheap carpet of his old flat. An Army pension could only met the most modest of tastes, and as a consequence, the room’s décor was simple.

MacGregor chafed. For years his life had been one of action, his every waking moment had been an active one. He’d been the figure the enlisted men hated, the soldier the NCOs admired, and the man the officers respected. As the Regimental Sergeant Major he’d been something, been someone; but now….Now, he was just another old man, alive enough to kick and scream and died hard; but never alive enough to beat off the cold fingers of old age.

All he had now were memories, clinging to a past existence as two-dimensional as the faded photos he so proudly displayed on the wall. That was all he had left now, memories…and the will to live.

No, the Scotsman wasn’t going anywhere yet…

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Sgt.T.N.Biscuits (Post 2)
20:15 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO ST. JAME'S PUB, WINSDOR STREET, HUNINGTON COUNTY

Randall Freemont brushed aside a pile of old dust on the wooden bar counter as his hand approached the small wine class the bartender had put out for him. He raised the class his to his battle-scarred face and began to consume the beverage when he caught the eye of a Scottish man looking to the side of him. Freemont ignored the man at first, proceeding to drink a portion of his wine once more. The Scotsman once again looked at Freemont, glancing at the decorations on his military dress uniform.

“Alt Burgundy is fine beverage, if you ask me,” the man remarked as he looked up at his glass of cheap whiskey and drank it until little more than few ice cubes remained in the glass.

Freemont looked up at the man, a confused and slightly irritated expression on his face.

The man continued to speak, "Back when I was serving with the Scot's Royal Borders in 25-"

Freemont interupted the man before he could finish, "Not to be rude mate, but you mind telling me who you are in the first place?"

The man turned to him and Freemont noticed that he too was wearing a military uniform. This man's however was shown far more medals and honors then that of his.

"Name's Ross Ainsley," he answered. "I'm Warrant Officer in the UNSC Army, serving as an exchange officer in this bloody hell-hole. Now, mind telling me what such a distigushed figure such as yourself is doing out here on New Harmony?"

Freemont laughed a little bit, took another drink of his wine, and looked at Ainsley, a smirk across his face.

"I was going to ask the same thing about you."

Ainsley also laughed a small amount, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey once more. The pub was nearly empty, save a few lower class workers from the nearby farm lands that had come to watch the soccer game on the holo-pad. The pub remained lightened up, the various signs and decorations allowing for an enjoying and comfortable setting. A setting that made the two Army officers a bit to liberal about their drinking.

Ainsley spoke once more, "Where's your assigment at?"

"The 331st, based somewhere out of Hunington."

"331st, eh? Looks like I'll be your new CO."

Bobzombie (Post 2)
21:43 - 21 OCTOBER 2550 NEW HARMONY, GAMMA CENTAURI, SECTOR TWO Pastor Rifle Morgue Garcia
 * Garcia glanced at Marxson's body. In all his years of service to the UNSC even against the covies, he had never seen something so....so....Disgusting. The body looked as if it had been attacked hand to hand. With claws. Almost like an animal, yet DNA tests confirmed it was Human. No ID yet.


 * Suddenly the door exploded. Several men in gas masks rushed in armed with MA5Ks and SMGs. Garcia Casey, and Faulkner immediatley dropped to the floor. They drew their side arms.