Class 1

Full chat log of class one:
LT. David Scully 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0600 Hours 
"Hello newly appointed killing machines! I am L.T David Scully. ODST, and your training officer." The man said as he paced back and forth along the large empty room filled only with the new recruits. "When you respond to me, you will begin your post with ** followed by the information about, Name, Ship,Deck,Date,Time. and will close said header with the stars again!" The LT shouted to his newly formed men. The LT was wearing his ODST uniform, green with darker grey accents, his hair was contained under a patrol cap with the UNSC logo on the front. "The next thing I wanna see happen if you each of you saviors of humanity, address me properly with your name rank and where in this big ass galaxy you come from!!! And not one of you better be from Texas!" He shouted as we waited for the new recruits to reply.
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CPL Felix Lopez
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557
0600 Hours 
Felix salutes with a stern face facing forward "Yes sir! I am Felix Lopez, from Earth! My rank is Spartan IV as passed by UNSC authorities in 2555!" as he said, he tries not to look around to see how others are doing. He was indeed nervous and the tension of whats going on or what might happen.
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ODST Ellis Zapp
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0600 Hours 
He looks straight forward "Understood Sir! I am Ellis Zapp from Earth my rank is ODST Covert Field Ops as passed by UNSC authorities in 2556" following this he begins tapping his foot on the cold metallic floor creating an obnoxious tapping noise while waiting for other recruits to respond. He looks around anxiously seeing that many other recruits must be thinking hesitantly about what they are about to say in order to impress the Commander. He somewhat regrets his short but stern sentence but thinks that it'll be fine.... for now.
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CPL Allison Adams
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0600 Hours 
Allison had to resist the urge to smile at the familiar tone of voice. She stiffened and gave him a crisp salute,"Sir, Corporal Allison Adams, UNMC! I am from New Szeged, Reach!" She made note of the ranks given by the other recruits. Spartans? , she thought to herself, hmmm.
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SPARTAN Red
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0600 Hours 
Red looked into the lieutenant's eyes, struck by a healthy fear for the man. The Spartan's green eyes fixated even closer at his commanding officer, his pulse rising and sweat forming from the glands on his forehead. "Sir, Spartan Red, Spartan Branch! From the planet Atlas!" After addressing Lt. Scully, Red observed his surroundings very carefully- gray walls on all four sides, Lt. Scully, and a batch of fellow trainees awaiting further instructions were the only things keeping him company here.
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Micah Owens 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0600 Hours 
Micah looks straight at the LT with an intentful gaze. He stares at nervously and his eyes wonder around the others and formally strikes an salute, "Sir, Spartan Micah Owens, Spartan Branch! I'm from the planet Reach!" His nervousness increases as the time passes and starts to avoid his gaze by looking around the room. He then returns his focus on the Lt waiting for the next set of instructions.
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John Hel
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
600 hours 
"JOHN HEL REPORTING FOR SERVICE SIR". The ODST trooper spook while saluteing, although he tried to look professional, he couldn't hide his excitement at all. "IM FROM L.A". He then awaited orders, hoping to God he didn't start smiling, but a grin was barly staying on his face. He prepared to be yelled at.
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General Anderson Romero
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0600 Hours 
"Greetings Lieutenant." He gave a firm salute to the lieutenant. "I am General Romero transferred straight from ONI facilities back on Earth in the Milky Way. I have use on the field solo and in squads or in the Acheron advising ground units with intelligence. I await recommended assignments Lieutenant."
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Spartan Cobra
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0600 Hours** 
"Morning sir" giving the lieutenant a strong salute, looking him straight in the eyes . I am Cobra from ONI back on earth. Looking me forward, knowing he will be yelled at any moment from the lieutenant.
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LT. David Scully
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0603 Hours 
The LT paced back and forth, as he listened to each recruits each one rifling off their name, rank and where they came from. As the walked his round one of the recruits spoke "IM FROM L.A" The man halted his movement and made a direct b-line to the new recruit. "L.A Huh! Looks like we got ourselves a pretty boy! If there is one thing I know the covenant fear, thats good looks! They run from me constantly." The man's bravado was amazing, his voice gruff and weathered. He continued to listen as the room slowly became silent after the last new member had spoken. The LT, raised his hand in silence, and 2 marines ran into the room from either side of him. One carrying a standard UNSC assault rifle, the other a Battle Rifle. Scully grabbed each of the weapons and held them in his hand before turning his back to the room. " I don't care who you are! Or where you come from! You are now all privates! You have given up your rank, your place of birth, to protect all that we love in the galaxy! Unfortunately for you all, the ONLY thing I love is killing and the UNSC, henceforth you are forbidden from dyin! Running away! Or going home until I every hostile alien bastard is dead! Is that clear!" The man said shouting, as he slowly turned around to finish the sentence.
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PVT Felix Lopez
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0603 Hours 
Felix continued standing while facing forward, already nervous. "Sir, yes, sir!" Felix said with a Salute and a gulp. Man, I hope I pass...Felix thought, he was really trying not to show himself as a weak individual to the others.
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ODST Ellis Zapp
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0603 Hours 
"Yes Sir!" Zapp took a good look at the new rifles I think i've seen these before, UNSC grade military rifles the MA5D and the BR85 these are the new editions from what i can tell. I bend foward for a closer look seeing details such as distinctive yellow paint on the battle rifle and a scope on the carry rail. "Sir will we be recieving these new weapons?" He asks curiously "Also will we be keeping our previous weapons?" he follows up with quickly thinking of his M6C/SOCOM he had given to him when he started as a helljumper.
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Allison echoed a,"Yes sir!" with the other recruits. She made a mental note to obey the LT and not die in her deployment. 
She knew he probably wasn't serious about the not going home thing. They would never manage to kill every single Covvie out there. Plus, that's just the way Marines talk, in her observations. Her brow arched ever so slightly when the tall ODST standing next to her opened his mouth. In her experiences, it was also dangerous to ask questions on the first day. But she didn't know this guy. Maybe he was different. Of course, the fact he was an ODST would merit him some respect.
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Spartan Red 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0603 Hours
Red was feeling pressured by anything and everything to say something as fast as a hummingbird could flap its wings. The lieutenant stared at him for what seemed like decades, awaiting for the Spartan's response. "Sir! Yes sir!" He swallowed the wad of saliva forming in his throat, relieved that he was able to say the words he wanted. He had seen and heard many truly awful and horrifying things in his career, things that he wished he could erase from existence-- and his fear of embarassement in front of peers was one of them.
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Pvt. Micah Owens 
UNSC Acheron 
July 1st, 2557 
0603 Hours 
Micah felt nervous and pressured and occasionally looked at anything else than the LT's face. It's not the fact that he was ugly; it was just he felt so damn nervous and could feel the sweat on his forehead. After the barking of the LT and the face of Zapp. He internally chuckled. Micah then would look at John with amusement and then look back at the LT with a passive face, "Yes sir!" Micah then directs his green eyes towards the other candidates and then lastly the two marines holding the weapons, Interesting point of approach ,and then quickly turns his attention back to the LT.
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Pvt. Andy
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0603 Hours 
"Understood, Sir!" Andy firmly said alongside the other privates and troopers responding. "I await the training regime, Lieutenant Sir!"
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ODST John Hel
UNSC Acheron 
July 1st 2557
0603 
After his commanding officer completed his speech, he replied with a exited, "YES SIR". He then grinned at him. He seems nice. "Thank you for you complement sir, I'm in complete agreement". He thought being nice and cheerful was a good idea, however he didn't know if the other cadets aproved of his behavior nor did he care. "Umm sir, may I ask when we will begin our training, and if those guns are part of it". His stupid and innocent grin was still on his face.
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Spartan Cobra
UNSC Acheron 
July 1st 2557 
0603 
UNSC Acheron 
July 1st 2557 
0603 
After the commanding officer completed his speech, he replied "sir yes sir." Then he stood there looking straightforward waiting for instructions on what to do next. Holding his tongue not wanting to get chewed out for asking a question.
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LT. David Scully
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0606 Hours 
The LT dropped both of his weapons on the floor. “Marines! ODST! Spartans! In a few seconds this room will appear to transform in a simulation of the first halo ring. You will be standing on a beach and that beach will be under Covenant control!” As he spoke 2 more marines came into the room and dropped several crates on the ground containing weapons and ammo. A few moments later, where Scully was standing turned into a sandy beach. Rocks scattered across the beach setting, the water crashed into the shore and the sun was shining brightly. The new recruits could now safely arm up, behind the rocks, as the covenant were perched up on a sand dune next to a cliff face. Scully moved back, “Now listen up! These alien bastards have something I want! They hold an optical disk, most likely on one of those ugly elite bastards.” The LT pointed to the the sand dunes, several grunts were moving around and 2 light blue elites could be see atop the sand speaking in their odd language. “Get your gear and get my drive!” He shouted to the new team.
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PVT Felix Lopez
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0606 Hours 
Felix nodded "Sir, yes, sir!" he said before quickly moving over to the crate, He then straps on his helmet and his visor comes online. He quickly puts on the vest that comes with the helmet. Felix then grabs a DMR along with the clips that comes with it,loading one up into the gun and storing the rest in the pockets, trying to get focused already. Hopefully nervous wont get the best of me He decides to wait for the other team, as he sorta thinks up a rather bad situation if he was all by himself. He looks around and taps his foot while waiting for the others to grab their gear and weapons. He stayed with the others on the sandy beach. Felix then looked over at Ellis. "You ready for a fight that will come?" Felix spoke with bit nervous tone.
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PVT Ellis Zapp
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0606 Hours 
Zapp sprints toward the crate full of armaments and retrieves himself a classic M6C Personal Defence weapon (with spare mags), he was used to its accuracy and range due to his time as a helljumper he also grabbed two fragmentation and flash grenades. Zapp sprinted to cover behind a large set of rocks and turned on his VISR highlighting the optical disc on the largest of the two elites who appeared to be holding a energy sword. "You ready for a fight that will come?" Zapp looked over at Felix and replied "Focus on the one with the energy sword" "You get his attention alright?" . Zapp nervously waited for a response planning his next attacks so they were perfect, he would get behind the elite by sprinting to its nearby cover then he would put a CQC combat knife directly through its throat. This would stop breathing and cause it to drop dead almost instantly. If the elite went for an attack Zapp planned to make it reel by putting a Magnum shot directly in its chest therefore stopping the attack and giving an opening for Lopez to help him.
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Pvt. Allison Adams
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0606 Hours 
Allison rummaged through the armaments and quickly settled on a chrome M6G and the MA37 Assault Rifle. She also grabbed a tactical vest and hastily put it on. Its was too loose, but she could worry about that later. She grabbed 4 mags for the MA37 and 5 for the Magnum, slipping the spares into the assortment of pouches. She knelt behind a large rock and surveyed the field. A pair of Elites, one with an Energy Sword, were on top of a hill with a squad of grunts. Must be a simulation she thought, they've backed themselves up against a cliff She potted the ODST Zapp a little farther up the beach, kneeling behind another rock. She shouted,"Zapp, I'll give covering fire, move up!" With that, she popped her head up and began firing bursts at the hill.
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Pvt. Andy
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0606 Hours 
Staring down the simulation, Andy already knows what's going on and what he's gotta do. "Understood Lieutenant!" He already knows he's gotta get to the long range artillery, but hopes there's more than just a Battle Rifles and AR's. But nonetheless he dives for the crates and notices it's holo programming. "This is ONI technology..." he whispered to himself since this was something he was familiar with coming from ONI. He. grabs himself a SRS99C and a M7S SMG that glitches into the simulations reality. "No use going in quiet, but familiar artillery in nice." He stocks up on his grenades ranging from frag, flash, smoke and EMP. Alongside his signature custom combat knife he kept ready and his last resort M6C/SOCOM he was ready to engage. Activating his VISR systems he ran for the rocks and started picking off the covenant one by one as they fell by his sniper, but more kept popping up almost faster than they could kill. "I'm willing to push forward! Anyone with me?!" He yelled awaiting support, even though he's ready to engage on his own.
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Pvt. Red
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0607 Hours
Red surveyed the beachhead before him, admiring the realism of the simulation of Installation 04. He glanced at the Halo's curved shape piercing the sky. However, reality set in sooner than you could count to one, and the objective entered his mind. Red broke into a sprint, his Mark VI armor making shifting noises with each footfall. His HUD highlighted a BR85 with a blue outline, along with a handful of frags. After loading the rifle with a full magazine, he heard Andy close-by. I'm willing to push forward! Anyone with me?!
"Yeah, I'm right with you!" affirmed Red.
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Pvt. Micah Owens 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0608 Hours 
Micah watched the others as they shot off towards cover, firing at the Covenant in the process. He then hears Andy close-by saying if anyone was to push with him. So he puts his helmet on, activated his armor quickly, and holstered his DMR. He quickly shot off to a rock outcropping and starting blazing away with his DMR at long range. He yells, "If you guys are going to push now would be the time! I'll be right behind you!" and switches to his duel SMGs and runs towards Red and Andy. He had a bad feeling about this simulation and would be damned if he was going to let anyone of them 'die'. This simulation felt like it was going to be a trap.
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Spartan Cobra 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0608 Hours 
He runs up with them grabbing a DMR and a sniper rifle. Knowing there will be the best advantage of someone in the back that won't be seen taking out the elite's trying to take them down in one or two shots. He gets to the side of the rock with the best view he can get. Looking down the scope anger pulsing through his vanes. Knowing he had to make sure everyone had to survive on his team. Then he started sniping down the elites. Under his breath he was naming everyone on his team saying with each shot "this is for you."
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Pvt John Hel
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 hours 
John ran to the crates, when he dawned his helmet, the hud and mini map came to life. He then went to equip a M60 shotgun along with a grenade launcher. He then grabbed many concusion, smoke, and flashbang grenades along with a combat knife and machete. After loading his guns and grabbing extra rounds, he saw the others about to charge in. Idiots, this is clearly a trap. He then began to run as covering fire was applied to the covenant forces. He ran up to a rock to the left flank of the enemy forces, and began to watch them carfuly. If he was spotted, they would be thined out. If not, he could use this as a ambush on the flanks. He had a feeling that renforments would be arriving soon.
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LT. David Scully
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 Hours 
The LT watched as the new team assembled, grabbing their gear, weapons and equipment. The time had come to see what these warriors were made of. Scully made his way to the holo crate, reaching down to grab a battle rifle and pistol. The combat vet holstered these weapons, and then fitted himself and some standard ODST armor and a helmet. He looked over at PVT Zapp, "Ok soldier you're with me, Adams you too." he gruffed at the two recruits. " The rest of you, get into formation and start a flanking maneuver, draw their fire!" he shouted as he pointed to the right side of the beach where more giant rocks and cover could be found. The LT motioned for the two he ordered to follow him, they were on the move. Scully took a position behind some rocks about fifteen meters from the covenant forces and prepared for the upcoming fight. He was waiting for the other team to draw the fire of the enemy forces and while he waited he, he would prepare those alien bastards a surprise. David reached down towards his vest, grabbing a grenade, pulling the pin and holding down the lever so it wouldn't set off. With the grenade in hand Scully turned towards the two soldiers near him, "Alright, in a few seconds you'll be showing me if you belong on the UNSC Acheron. Time to do what we get paid to do." he said to them. Scully pressed his back against the rock and prepared to throw the grenade once the others had started shooting.
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PVT Felix Lopez
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 Hours 
Felix heard the orders and looked around for a good position to be in to help out. Oh man... This is the big test. He thought before finally figuring a good position to be in. Felix made sure his equipment was ready before going in. He watched the others gather up before following orders. He did so also while trying not to look nervous. Felix then reloaded his M395 DMR before running over to bit of a rather small hill to provide cover for the others that were going in. He looked through the scope and started firing at the Elites and grunts that were there. He was trying to provide cover for them. He was pretty nervous about it as he did it, feeling the gun shake after firing is rather nerve-racking. But, he continued to provide cover while doing as told.
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PVT Ellis Zapp
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 Hours 
Turning to look at Scully Zapp pulled a flashbang off his vest and was ready to pull the pin as soon as Sculleys grenade had detonated, following this he would sprint in and stab the elite. He hoped the others would have his back, thats what they were paid to do like Scully said, right? Anxiously he waited with his knife underneath his M6C in a tactical way, adreneline rushing through his veins, he treated it like a real combat situation. A combat situation which he would soon be in. Before he began his sprint he started shooting at grunts using his M6C, the fact it was held with one hand penealised his accuracy therefore missing a few of his shots however the satisfying dull thuds that came from the pistol were somewhat pleasing to him. Removing the grunts that had plasma pistols was key to our success here he thought.
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Pvt. Allison Adams
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0608 Hours 
Allison slid to a stop right beside Scully. The LT pulled a frag grenade off his belt and primed it, "Alright," he said,"in a few seconds you'll be showing me if you belong on the UNSC Acheron. Time to do what we get paid to do." Allison nodded and reached down to her belt where she usually kept a pair of frag grenades. Nothing. Great she thought, that was very shortsighted of me. She brushed a stray hair out of her face,"Sir, I don't have any frags!" She shouted. She was half-tempted to just pop up and take out a couple of grunts, but that was a good was to get killed. She'd listen to the LT on this one. The other recruit, Zapp, suddenly broke cover. Allison shouted,"What are you doing?!" But he was already gone. Zapp began firing his magnum at the covenant soldiers.
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Pvt. Red
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2556 
0608 Hours 
Swish swish swish went the boots of Red's Mark VI Spartan armor through the sand as he sprinted behind Andy and Owens. At that moment, a change of plans entered his mind: a new idea. "I'm going to give you two covering fire, got it?" "Sure!" replied Owens. "Will do." With Red being cleared to alternate his method of attack, he used his armor's thrusters to give him an extra bit of momentum. Using this extra amount of speed to his advantage, he slid across the sand, reaching a crashed Warthog near Private Felix Lopez. Red threw up an array of hand gestures to Felix, indicating that he was here to give him an assist.
"Thanks, Red!" said his comrade. It was evident that Lopez was rather nervous about the whole ordeal, as the Spartan could see his body trembling with each shot he took. "Lopez, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous too. Don't worry; just take your time, pace your shots. We'll help get the job done." Red took a deep breath, fixed his eyes down the sight of his rifle, and was relieved that his fear of embarrassment didn't get the best of him.
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Pvt. Micah Owens 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st, 2557 
0608 Hours 
The sounds of gunfire and plasma drowned the sounds of nature. Micah heard the barking of the LT and said "Yes sir! Will do sir!" and raced off towards cover and started suppressing them down with his SMGs. In the corner of his eye, he saw as the others complying with the LT's orders and sprinting off towards their positions. He got back down behind cover and put them away and retrieved his DMR from his back. Holstering his DMR he saw Lopez and Red and yelled "You two have any grenades we could scatter them with?!" After saying that he started taking shots before crouching behind the rock. An explosion rocked the beach and cry's of pain could be heard. Peaking just above the rock he noticed the Elite with the objective. He was ready to finish this.
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Pvt John Hel
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 hours 
When John heard his new orders, he got more than a little annoyed. He had positioned himself to help both himself and the others, but his commanders orders told him to go with the others. WHY DIDNT HE TELL US TO DO THIS BEFORE SAYING GO GET THEM. He then saw the gap between him and the cover he was ordered to go. He relized the Covanent forces would likely see him, so he decided to equip is grenade luncher and load up some concussion grenades. He then made a mad dash to the others, firering the 'nads at the enemies feet while he ran to the others. He then roled over to a rock next to them. "Sorry I'm late, so what's up"
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UNSC Acheron
Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 hours 
Cobra run for cover behind some rocks with the DMR in hand looking for on the other side of the beach to take camp behind some rocks. Making sure he has cover while looking around making sure no one where around him as he arrived. Looking back he saw other team mates following behind him. He started looking around getting his grip on the surroundings. As Far as he could see he had two grenades to start throwing at the covenant to catch them off guard. Cobra looked at the other side of the beach to wait for the commanding officer to start the battle. Anger pulsing through his blood to take them out and whip them off the face of this beach. His fingers started to itch with anticipation wanting to make sure his team came out alive at the end.
As cobra with the grenade in hand he said "Forget this. I want this over as soon as possible." He threw both grenades into the covenant hoping to take a couple of them out of the fight.
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GAME MASTER
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck July 1st 2557 0608 HoursThe new crew of the UNSC Acheron were not starting to engage the Covenant forces, the sound of grenades and gunfire erupted. Lopez had began to give covering fire for the teams, his out bound rounds struck one of the grunts who fell over in a steady stream of thick multicolored blood oozed from its wound. As the LT had tossed a grenade, however the rock cover saved the grunts he was directing the grenade to. The explosion sent sand flying over the field and around the team, Zapp used the distraction to advance on the enemy. A few steps into the fray Zapp took a quick stab with his knife at a grunt that was running to fire on the flanking team, as he sunk the blade into the little alien an elite on the hill saw the commotion. Turning quickly towards Zapp and shouting "WORT WORT WORT." several grunts now started to flank the UNSC team, as they moved through the rocks the Elite fired several shots striking Zapp in the chest and legs causing him to tumble forward. As the battle began to evolve Adams who was near Scully as he threw the grenade noticed she didn't have any, "Sir, I don't have any frags!" she had yelled to him. Scully reached down near his waist and retrieved a frag grenade, "I always carry enough for the ladies." he replied to her, before tossing her one of his grenades. As she caught it he shouted "Make it count!." he shouted to the Marine as he turned to fire on the enemy shooting at Zapp. Across the way Red was on the move, shooting as he moved, "I'm going to give you two covering fire, got it?" he shouted. The spartan aimed down his rifle and began to fire, tearing down the shields of one the elites, "NOOOOOOO." the elite shouted as he returned fire making Red turn back into cover. Owens as supporting Red from behind the rocks, popping up to provide bursts of fire "You two have any grenades we could scatter them with?!" he shouted. As the man spoke a grunt side stepping and jump let a barrage of needler rounds into the man, the pain felt real, even in the simulations the rounds hurt. Owens would need to make a choice, roll back to another rock for cover and support from his team or charge the grunt and melee him wounded. Hel had made the mistake of moving to the wrong side of the beach before the LT had issued his orders, switching his pace and direction he had to move back to cover with the rest of the team. "Sorry I'm late, so what's up" he said as he rolled into cover, as he did the hiss of a plasma grenade could be heard behind him. The explosion sent the man flying forward face first into the sand, he armor had taken the brunt of the damage leaving him mostly unharmed. He would need to pick himself him and get back with his team. Cobra moving across the rock cover had prepped two grenades and threw them, as they landed the Covenant forces tried leaping away from the coming explosion but it was too late. The explosives ripped and shredded two grunts and lowered the shields of the second nearby elite. The team would need to work together to seize this hill and kill the remaining four grunts and two elites with depleted shields.----Felix LopezUNSC Acheron Formation DeckJuly 1st 25570608 HoursAs Felix saw the battle raged on, he continued giving covering fire where he can with his DMR. He grabbed another clip and reloaded, the DMR clicking when it’s done reloading. He was hoping it can be helpful. He saw Zapp stab the grunt that was trying to shoot at the flanking team. Damn. That has to hurt! He thought before going deciding which grunt and or elite to kill off to give the team more of an advantage towards the enemy. Felix then decided that it would be good decision to pick off the bigger enemies or some of them which right now was the elites, nothing else as it seems. The grunts won't be so much of a problem after the elites get killed off by him or the others. Felix then put his little plan he had into action, looking through the scope while concentrated while waiting for an elite to appear in his sights. Once he did see an elite, he took a few shots,trying to take down its shields. When he shot down the shields of the elite, he was bit excited as well as hearing the “WORT WORT!” from the elite. He then shot of few more before the Elite drops dead with bullets into the elite, blue blood leaking from the wounds of the once alive elite. Yes! Felix thought, getting his first kill. He was most certainly happy about this. Felix’s DMR eventually ran out of bullets in the clip so, Felix took out the clip and replaced it with a new one. Hearing the DMR click after reloading sounded to him of satisfaction. Felix then took aim again. As Felix fired out a few more rounds from his DMR a thought ran through his mind: a partial change of plans. Looking around the battlefield that was going on, he spotted a vantage point further up the hill. As he made his way up the hill, adrenaline pumped through his veins. He hoped this new position would allow him to hit from the side, giving the team some additional cover fire or an advantage. He wanted to get a good hit from maybe the sides or ahead from where he was exactly. He reloaded his gun, taking caution. His hands shaking from the guns recoil. God damn I hope this works… He looked into his scope and taking aim and continued to provide cover fire.----PVT Ellis Zapp UNSC Acheron Formation Deck July 1st 2557 0608 Hours Zapp tumbled onto the sand and scrambled to recover his knife that he had dropped when he fell while still having his M6C in hand, after the fall he felt slightly disorientated but when he realised where he was. He looked down at his leg to see viscous blood pouring out at a moderate speed. He crawled towards the cover he came from leaving a red trail along the golden sand, sand erupted from the ground around him where shots had hit. He pressed his back against the cold rock and yelled "MEDIC". He looked down again to see that the armour around his leg had been completely burned through by the elites plasma rifle. He waited staring at the sky but all he heard was gunfire being exchanged, he took the time to reload his M6C dropping the magazine and ramming a new one into it. He started to breathe faster and then peaked out of his rock cover, after that he held his breath steadying his aim. Zapp took a clean shot at one of the grunts, the bullet buried itself deep within the grunts head. Blueish tinted of blood splattered across the sand causing the nearby grunts to recoil in shock. Already injured about 5 minutes into training. Its like im a marine in its first combat situation. What a perfect way to show the lieutenant my combat expertise. Zapp was annoyed with himself that he had let himself get hit this early on. "Nice shot Felix!" Zapp shouted from across the warzone seeing the shots hit one of the elites. He peaked out of cover once again to shoot some more shots, but only heard a mechanical click. His weapon had jammed right in the midst of the fight he pushed himself against the rock again looking for what caused the pistol to jam. He analysed the gun carefully only knowing one thing, at the moment all he had was his grenades and his knife to defend himself against what seemed like an army of covenant forces.----Pvt. OwensUNSC Acheron Formation DeckJuly 1st, 25570608 HoursAfter Owens quickly crouched behind cover. Pain was on his mind. Needlers were known for the ability to shred and practically implode targets in rapid succession. After tanking the barrage he grunted in pain, Damn.. Those hurt like a bitch. As he tried to painfully readjust himself he came to a decision. He would either need to fallback to a further position, take cover, and provide overhead fire. Or he would have to quickly melee the grunt and get back behind the cover he was initially in. He knew his initial cover had been compromised, but he wouldn’t be able to support as well he had done before if he fell back. He outweighed the pros and cons for a few moments and came up with the answer. He would need to support his team if they were going to complete the simulation and taking unnecessary damage would only inhibit the overall productiveness of the team. He made up his decision to fall back and pull his weight. He yelled to his teammates, “Cover me while I move!” as he attached his DMR on his magnetic mount on his back and got ready. He felt irritated that he allowed the grunt to surprise and knick him. He felt irritated he wasn’t being aware of his surroundings as well as he should. He just felt irritated at everything, yet knew he had to support regardless of how he felt. Once he heard the gunfire; he charged towards it grunting in pain from the needles. He grunted in pain as he slammed his back quickly behind the rock with plasma just shooting past. He slid himself down the rock, breathing slowly he painfully pulled out each one gasping in pain.The pain of pulling each out was even more unbearable than the one before. It felt like pulling out jagged shards of glass. He sat there for a few moments gasping for breath before yelling to Hel and Lopez, “Let’s get through this simulation together! Hel move up cautiously while Lopez and I cover you. We’ll take care of any brave Covenant trying to flank you!”(edited) He reloaded his DMR and cocked it. He felt his adrenaline pumping. He noticed he only had two more magazines, not counting the one he had already loaded, and would have to push with his SMGs. He propped himself slowly up and peeked over the rock. Resting his DMR on the rock to stabilize the rifle. He grunted in pain again and sighed, So much for me taking a risk earlier and becoming a pincushion. He put his finger on the trigger and fired upon the enemy.----Pvt John Hel UNSC Acheron Formation Deck July 1st 2557 0608 hours Hel hit the sand hard, the blast itself hit him hard, but he grunted and sat back up, more pissed than anything else. Dumbass...I should be dead....fuck this is...FUN. Never before had his sences been filled with both fear, pain, pleasure, joy, excitement and rage. He felt alive For the first time in what seem like forever. As he equiped his shotgun, a smile crept to his lips. His eyes widen like a mad man, his teeth beared and his smile, oh his smile was that of a demon. He then hearf Owens yell at him. "HEL, MOVE UP CAUTIOUSLY, WELL COVER YOU". "CAUTIOUSLY", he yelled, his voice wild and insane, "LETS GO AND SLAY THEM ALL". He got up with his gun cocked and ready. He began to move up cautiously, if any enemy got near him he'd fire the shotgun into their guts. He looked back at Owens and Lopez. "COME ON YA LOT, LETS GO KILL THESE FREAK SHOWS TOGETHER". He jesterd them to fallow him while he leaned against a new rock to cover from thr fire. He equiped his grenade luncher and fire all the grenades he had in the covenates direction from behind the rocks. When he ran out of grenades, he re-equippet the shotgun, preparing to push----==([Thes] Cobra)==
UNSC AcheronFormation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 hours 
Cobra noticed two grunts fall to the ground from his grenades, with an elite shielding down. Seizing the opportunity, he switched his DMR out for his sniper rifle and pointed down the range to shoot at the elite. When the elite went down and pointed at the second one, taking two shots. After the fourth shot, he took cover behind the rocks to change out his clip out. At that moment he noticed that he forgot to pick up more ammo clips for his sniper rifle. He cursed under his breath, “How in the world did I forget to grab more ammo?” His anger starting to pulses rapidly in his veins knowing that he had very limited ammo. Knowing full well his sniper was useless he dropped it on the ground. He switched to his DMR knowing he had fifteen shots. He knew that he had to make all his shots count from here on out. Hoping that this will end before his last shot. He got back up from behind the rocks, and saw more of the enemy forces down on the ground, his hope of winning this battle was in better condition than when he first started this battle. He started taking aim at grunts, and the elite’s that were left standing on the beach. Cobra took aim behind cover hoping not to get hit from the enemy. Thinking, if he got shot a few times, his shields would go down. He had to take a moment before his shields would regenerate. “Die you alien….” Click, click, click It rapidly dawned on him of the dire situation he found himself in. He scans the battlefield to find weapons, or anything that might be useful.
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Pvt. Andy 
UNSC Acheron Formation Deck 
July 1st 2557 
0608 Hours 
After picking off the covenant one by one with his SRS99C he had decided that it'd be best he stayed back behind cover instead of charging head strong, for the squad at least. He handed his flash bangs, EMP's, and Frags to the Lieutenant. "Here sir, this should help clear out the last of them and let us advance up the hill. I'll stay behind and provide covering fire for the squad and make sure you aren't flanked!" On that note he positioned himself and activated his thermal vision in order to keep a look out for cloaked covenant forces. With a perfect view on the hill he couldn't pick off the covenant on the hill since he was sure they'd send a flank team, so he would only attack those that are a threat to the squad. He made sure to occasionally watch his back to avoid being flanked by an ambush team. He kept his M7S SMG ready so he can deal with any first quarter encounters due to how trained he was back at ONI. "These covenant bastards better be lucky this is only a training simulation. They won't be ready to handle us once we're out there." He looked around as he said that and could realize different outcomes for the situation. "Let's hope this goes down one of the good paths." He said as he sighed.
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(GM note: Class 1 is officially closed. Congrats to everyone. I'm personally excited to see how things progress with you all. With that said, Class 2 will begin shortly.)
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