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Halo: Twisted Beginings

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Wed Feb 14, 2007 6:09 pm

Alright.. Yes, this is another Halo RP. But in fact, it is different. We are beginning a new Halo from the beginning, but there are a few different races.

Earth-Humans/Spartans

Covenant-Hunters/Elites/Grunts

New Covenant-Brutes/Grunts

Flood-Can be a diseased, dead form of anything except Spartan.

Tyrants- A cross breed between Hunters/Elites.

Extremes-A breed that looks like a human, but it's capabilities exceed even the spartans.
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Alright, the storyline begins like this..
The Covenant, The Humans and the New Covenant are at war on a Halo ring. Every so often, the flood show up and do their damage. But while these races are fighting, the Extreme's and Tyrants are warring on yet another, you guessed, Halo ring.
I am part of the S.W.A.T. force

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Wed Feb 14, 2007 6:15 pm

Name: Drucid Delance

Race: Extreme

Age: 27

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 172 Pnds.

Sex: Male

Position: Seventh Rank Sealer(Leader of the Extreme militia.)

History: He was chosen as a project, just like the Spartans, but it was by the Elites. They were trying to form a perfect warrior. Thos chose a child from earth. They projects enhanced his aging effects, being 27 earth years, he would be nearly one-thousand years old. He was not the only Extreme project, but he was the most advanced. The race has expanded, having a whole planet,(Neo-Pluto. A completly frozen tundra, but had enough goods to support a race.) He soon grew to lead a militia of warriors that would be a mixed races, such as Elite's, Humans and a few Brutes that would allie together to create a peace and finally obliverate the Halo rings for good.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:54 pm

[oh come on you know that nobody can be as good as master chief and you also know that this belings in Fiction]

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:56 pm

((It is a fantasy story. It will never happen. And It is not off the same line of the Halo books. I'm just trying to make it interesting. Also, Master Chief was not a normal spartan, he is equal to the extremes.))

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Fri Feb 16, 2007 1:33 am

[OOH! YOU READ the BOOKS?!]

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Fri Feb 16, 2007 1:32 pm

((The books.. I read some of them. But this is a different form, so just start RPing on this.))

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Hishiro_Fuse on Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:26 pm

Name: Spartan 117 (John)

Race: Earth

Age: 45

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 218 Pounds

Sex: Male

Position: Master Cheif Petty Officer

History: John was born in 2511 and spent the first part of his childhood at Elysium City, on the human colony planet Eridanus 2 where he lived with his family. John was large for his age at the time, approximately a foot above his school peers, a sign of a "perfect genetic match" for a project dubbed "SPARTAN-II". He is described (at the age of six) as a typical boy, having brown hair, freckles and a gap in between his two front teeth.

In 2517, John and seventy-four other children his age were covertly taken from their homes and replaced with flash clones. This specific form of clone was employed to ensure that none of the families knew that their children had been kidnapped. However, the cloning was rushed and unstable and all of the clones died shortly after from what was termed as 'Metabolic Cascade Failure' making it seem like natural causes. Dr. Catherine Elizabeth Halsey, head of the Spartan II project, later commented that this side effect was unfortunate, but the timeframe requirements of the project left no alternative. The original children were brought to planet Reach, one of the UNSC's headquarters, to train to become SPARTAN-II supersoldiers.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Fri Feb 16, 2007 5:33 pm

A man in a white suit of clothing and a black fluff around his collar began to run around, carrying a battle rifle in his hands. His feet patting in the snow, leaving a trail of foot steps behind him. The temperature began to drop quickly as he raised a mask over his face, showing his blue eye's. He began to breathe in a warm air, that would heat uo his body. Behind Drucid, there was a squad of a six men, all heading towards a Tyrant's fort. They all held their rifles, running towards the Tyrant's fort.

A few tyrants circled this fort, each carrying carbon rifles. The Extreme's ducked down, their eye's scanning and locking onto the enemy like a robot. The men pulled the triggers, blowing the brains out of the tyrant's. The sound of the blasts were heard, as about sixty Tyrant's came rushing out. About thirty blue's, twenty silver elites, and nine gold. But one was a black armor,glistening in the snow light. The Extreme's fell down, burrying themselves in the dirt , hiding from the enemies.

Drucid lifted his right hand to tap his temple, he began to speak silently, "Squad 17, we need back up. Send five Sting Ray's."
A man on the other line spoke in a deep tone, "Yes sir, they are already on their way."

Within seconds, a few things began to be spotted in the sky, firing on the Tyrants. They appeared to look like banshee's. But they were slightly different. They were black with green wire's running through the outside. It shot plasma blasts, but also ran on turbo. These machines mowed down about 75% of the Tyrants. The Extreme's popped up from the snow, firing on the Tyrants. their modified eye's locking aim quickly on each Tyrant's head, one after the other, blowing their skulls out.

The Extreme's ran inside the building storming it, as the Sting Rays went back to base. The second the extreme's reached the inside of the fort, they noticed it was no normal fort, but a military base for the Tyrants. The Extreme's stepped inside and looked at all the Tyrants. Once every man was inside, the fort door closed behind them. Drucid tapped his temple once again, "We are inside the fort. But this is a military base for them. It is streaming with Tyrant soldiers. We need some back up, and something to blow this wall down."

A voice on the other line spoke back," Alright. We are sending fourty men to back you up. And with that, five Sting Rays and Ten Tigers(A fusion of Human and Covenant tanks. Uses bullets and plasma.) They should be there in around thirty minutes. Can you make it?"

"Yes We can."

"Good, just stay alive."

"Will do."

The message departed as the men hid behind a small wall, doing their best to keep hidden. The men pulled out pistols, placing silencers on them, just incase they were found.

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