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

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!"

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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.

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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."

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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...