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>>40543432
Deciding to forego other upgrades, you try to repair the cannon again. This time strip the magrails and clean them, remove the power governors, tighten the turret servos and reflash the computer targeting. The whole process takes you hours, Harmony grows closer in the distance. Marple comes over to talk to you.
"You sure you know what you're doin' Pierre?" She asks you. "I remember the last time you tried fixing that thing you had regrow some facial hair."
You sigh. "To be honest I'm not sure what's wrong with it. I've taken it all apart and put it back together again. It should operating better than it came of the factory." You get up and stand back to look.
Marple cocks her head for a second and goes to play with the trigger.
"Hey, get off-" She interrupts you by throwing a small bolt at your face.
"What's this?" She grins.
"...get out of my warthog." You tell her. She walks away laughing.
"That's why I'm the squad mecánico."
You glare at her, and she walks back to her mongoose.

>Test fire the cannon
>Go over upgrades
>Go get your equipment ready
>Talk to someone (Who?)
>Other (specify)

>>40543478
>>Test fire the cannon

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>>40543478
Fucking formatting

>>40543478
>>Go get your equipment ready

Flip a coin, please.

>>40543521
Is 1

>>40543567
Is 2

>>40543478
>Test fire the cannon
sorry I'm late

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>40543619

>>40543678
No excuses, EMT

>>40543681
Writan

>>40544005
MOTHERFUCKING FORMATTING

>>40544005
>DMR

>>40543709
Previous thread link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/40411511/

Trusting that the cannon will fire properly when you need it to, you go over to your equipment.

Honnes, the staff sargent who just happens to hang around in your hangar, looks up at your approach and sets his papers to the side.

"So I hear you tried to blow up the ship, huh?" He grunts looks at you with a sly grin.

"It was his fault, not mine!" You snap, defensively. Carrying that huge box full of explosives down a crowded hallway, you're inclined to believe that lie. Honnes looks at you sideways.

"Yeah, well, be glad I kept it from getting to the Captain. You'da been on latrine duty for years." He gets up and walks to an old busted equipment hangar, in which there are some old but not-so-busted weapons.

"You know the drill. Pick a gun, son." He eyeballs the dusty slug throwers.

"I'd advise something longish ranged. At least the enemy won't be in your face when it blows up."

You pick up the...

>Sniper Rifle
>DMR
>Assault Rifle
>Shotgun
>Write-in

Also pick a secondary
>Pistol
>Knife
>Write-in

>>40544062
>DMR
>Pistol

>>40544062
>DMR

>>40544062
>Shotgun
and
>Pistol

>>40544062
>>Shotgun
>>Pistol
Out of the games what is this quest most based on

>>40544062

>>DMR
>>Pistol

>>40544078
>>40544099
>>40544374
>DMR
>Pistol
Writan!

>halo quest
>another quest thread
>about halo

the actual fuck?

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>>40544432
You take the DMR and Pistol, taking 4 mags for each weapon.

"Someone who takes my advice?" He looks at you incredulously. "You might not die after all, kid."

"Whatever old man yo-" You retort is cut off as a siren blares throughout the hangar. The captain cuts in.

"ATTENTION TO ALL PERSONNEL, UNSC CRAFTS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE SHIP AND ARE CLOSING IN ON AN INTERCEPT TRAJECTORY. MAN BATTLE STATIONS A THROUGH G. DROP TEAMS PREPARE SHUTTLES FOR LAUNCH."

You turn to look out of the hangar to see a Stalwart-class light frigate flanked by two destroyers headed straight for you, just like the Captain said.

"Looks like vacation is over, boy. Better git your shit in gear." Honnes almost looks happy. He picks up an assault rifle.

"I'll start loading the shuttle you-" He pauses to watch a flash of light.

"You just get ready." He turns and runs towards a scrap heap.

Wasting no time, you round up the rest of your pack, collecting two grenades and some supplies. You run down to the shuttle and fall flat on your face as two explosions rock the ship.

"HULL BREACH DETECTED IN SECTORS ONE, THREE AND EIGHT. ATMOSPHERE LEAK DETECTED. REACTORS FAILING." A female voice reports oddly, calm.

"MAC rounds. They are very serious." Mouse says as she helps you to your feet. Honnes pokes out around the side of the shuttle's hold.

"No time for chatter, get in the FUCKING shuttle!"

You round the edge of the hold to find that everyone is in and ready to get the hell gone. You sit down and get ready to strap your self in, but something doesn't feel right.

>Strap in anyway
>Your forgetting something important...
>Write-in

>>40544905
>A.

fuck it

>>40544905
>>Strap in anyway

>>40544905
>Your forgetting something important...

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>>40544966
>>40545000
Oh lawd
Writan!

>>40545136
This shuttle gets hit by a MAC round and we were supposed to be the only survivor huh?

Reroll character time.

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>>40545167
Nah. QM fiat.
You left someone behind though.

>>40545193
RIP Gauss Hog. Seriously though it seemed like there wasn't enough time to get that thing hooked up.

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>>40545136
Whatever the feeling is, you brush it off and strap in. If you can't remember what it was, surely it wasn't that important, you think. Until it hits you.

The tow hook of a very special Hog, that is. You reel back as your face bursts with pain and your sure your nose is broken.

"WOO!" You hear a soldier yell as he slams betsy into the bay. "Man, who left this in the back? I call dibs."

You're about to rip the jackass out of your warthog when another round impacts the ship, shattering Hangar 7 to pieces. Air screams around you and is torn out of your lungs. The man sitting in your warthog is ripped out into space, where he depressurizes. Messily.

Someone screams for the pilot to shut the cargo bay and go, probably Honnes by the speed of which it is accomplished. You're pushed forward as the throttle is opened, and the cargo door slams shut. Finally you can breathe again.

"Ey, that's what you get for leaving her tonto."

You turn to see Marple beside you grinning. You just glare at her for a few minutes before turning back to your hog. It's headlights seem to stare at you and say "How could you have forgotten?"

Turning away, you look at the ship you just left. Slowly being turned to wreckage my MAC rounds and missile impacts. One missile hits the part of the ship where your bunk was located, and a huge explosion rips the ship in two. You hear someone mention that almost happening this morning, and you sink lower in your seat.

"Wait." You hear a soldier beside you start. "Aren't they supposed to have Longswords?"

(1/2)

>>40545696
(2/2)

You pause and think only to have those thoughts interrupted by another siren. The shields flash outside as rounds from an inbound Longsword rake part of the shuttle. He just HAD to say something.

"Prepare for evasive maneuvers!" You hear the pilot exclaim.

He dodges, weaves and barrel rolls with the best of them, but he can't seem to shake the enemy craft. He even manages to pick up two more.

"I can't shake them, they're too fast!" He screams, rather panicked. You can see why.
"Someone needs to man the turret!"

No one moves.

>Man the turret
>Stay where you are
>Yell at someone to do it
>Write-in

>>40545696
>It's headlights seem to stare at you and say "How could you have forgotten?"
Don't get emotional with gear. Number one is all that matters.

>>40545737
>Stay where you are

>>40545737
>Man the turret

>>40545737
>Man the turret

>>40545804
>>40545829
Writan!

Heya Som.

>>40544310
Well, all of them. As much as I can remember to squeeze in anyway. Eventually I might just fuck canon in the ass.

>>40545960
Oh yeah, roll 3d100

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>40545981

>>40546000
Well okay then. Nice trips.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>40545981

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>40545981

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>>40546000
>>40546039
>>40546072
Pfft hahaha.
AHAHAHAHA

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>>40545960
You look around in disgust at the soldiers terrified faces. Grunting in said disgust, you unstrap yourself from your seat. You make your way up to the turret bubble, and sit down in the seat. Hearing Honnes sit down in the other seat and turns to you.

"Don't mess up, kid. Without shields this shuttle is about as tough as a wet rag." He says. "The turrets are equipped with 30mm auto cannons, so you might have to peg them a few times." A Longsword sweeps by and sends a hailstorm of bullets skittering over the shuttle like rain.

"Give 'em hell, soldier!" He slaps you on the shoulder and immediately begins stringing curses and insults together.

You fire the cannon repeatedly at the Longswords managing to break the shields of one and damage it severely and sending it limping back towards the frigate. The other two evade you and Honnes attempts to bring them down. You can't even make the shields flare up.

"I'll shove your heads so far up your asses you'll have to sneeze through your NIPPLES!" Honnes angrily yells as he continue fire.

Suddenly, they swing out of view and you hear explosions coming from the other side of the shuttle.

"She can't take much more Sarge!" The pilot screams over the comms.

>Keep firing on the ships
>Tell Honnes to make someone man the other turrets
>Tell the pilot to swing you around
>Write-in

>>40546518
>>Tell Honnes to make someone man the other turrets

>>40546518
Tell Honnes to make someone man the other turrets

>>40546581
>>40546592
Roll 2d100+15, please.

Rolled 83 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>40546706

Rolled 92 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>40546706

>>40546756
>>40546790
Sweet rolls. Writan.

>>40545696
what the fuck, our hog is gone just like that?

fuck this shit quest, what was the entire point of the previous thread then?

>>40547029
Read that again, anon.

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>>40546815
"Honnes, we need more people on guns!" You shout of the thunder of the cannons. He looks at you and nods, then he draws a deep breath.

"Bennet! Randon! Get your PANSY ASSES ON THE GUNS!" His voice blasts your eardrums. He might be able to give the captain a fair fight in a shouting match, you think. That is, until you catch a glimpse of your broken ship, slowly falling into a decaying orbit.

With the memory of your dead comrades fresh on your mind, you attack with more speed and vigor that you thought possible. The roar of two ore cannons adds to you and Honnes' onslaught.

The first ships shields flare, then they fail. A round hits the cockpit and the the fighter explosively vents air and passengers.

The remaining ship swings around into the other gunner's line of fire. You see the ships shields hold for a moment, then collapse. After a few seconds, it bursts apart like a popped ballon.
Filled with hydrogen.

Though you couldn't hear much of the battle, everything seems to quiet down. Honnes lets out a breath you didn't know he was holding.

"Well, kid, you did good." He sees your gin and scowls.

"Don't let it get to your head. I'm going to check on the pilot and get a damage assessment, you should find out if anyone survived. Or any of the other shuttles."

Harmony looms close.

>Go back to the cargo bay
>Go ever to the other turrets
>Follow Honnes
>Stay there
>Write-in

>>40547263
>>Go back to the cargo bay
Orders are orders

>>40547263
>>Go back to the cargo bay

>>40547263
>Go back to the cargo bay

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>>40547275
>>40547340
>>40547382
Writan!

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>>40547416
Orders are orders. Letting go of the controls, you get up from your seat and head back down the stairs. Stepping into the cargo room, you hear a cheer rise up from the remaining soldiers. It seems that even though some injuries were suffered and a few people knocked unconscious, noone died thanks to you and Honnes.

"We lost some supplies when the other Longswords moved out of your range." Mouse informs you. "We did not lose anything really important..." She trails off, then walks away. Even though Mouse is weird, she doesn't usually do that.

You decide to brush it off, however, and make sure everyone is okay. One soldier with gauze around his eye gives you a thumbs up and goes back to holding his head and moaning. After making a round, Marple calls you over.

"The bastardos fried the communications relay during the fight, it's gonna be a while before we can chat with the other ships." She informs you, then pauses.

"If any others survived. Anyway, it's going to take me a few hours. Go find something to do." She waves you away and crawls into a mess of wires.

You suppose you could use a break.

>Take a nap
>See if your Hog is okay (upgrades)
>Go talk to mouse
>Go up to the cockpit
>Write-in

>>40547743
>>See if your Hog is okay (upgrades)

>>40547743
>Go talk to mouse
She seems off then
>See if your Hog is okay (upgrades)

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>>40547767
>>40547796
Choose an upgrade READ: ONE (1)

>Upgrade the Suspension (+control)
>Upgrade the Engine (+performance)
>Upgrade the Gauss Cannon (+dakka)

>>40547990
>>Upgrade the Engine (+performance)

>>40547990
>Upgrade the Engine (+performance)

>>40548000
>>40548052
VRROOOOM
Writan!

Popping in to remind you all that you are heretical heathens and you should devote yourselves to the gods before it's too late.

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>>40548366
Get out of here, Jul.

>>40548172
Thinking that Mouse seemed a little off when you spoke to her, you decide to go and find Mouse.

It takes a minute, but eventually you find her sitting on a stack of crates, staring out of a viewport at the broken form of your ship. You stand with her for a moment.

"It was home." She finally says.

"The ship? It was a nice place to be, I suppose." You say.

"Yes." She says, then she sighs. "No."

"I'm not sure I follow, Mouse." You give her a quizzical look, not understanding.

"The people, the atmosphere. It was home." She turns to you. "We will avenge them, will we not?"

You think about it for all of a second.

"Yes, Mouse. We will." You turn back to the viewport and silently watch what is left of what used to be home.

(1/2)

>>40548919
You leave Mouse and walk over to your prize Hog. Though she made it through in one piece, you think it's well beyond time for some upgrades.

Removing the engine cover, you and a team of soldiers partially disassemble the engine and bore out the cylinders from the 12.0L stock displacement to 12.8L, increasing the power by about 70 horses and increasing the top speed from 78 MPH to 89. The Hog's acceleration has also improved. You also cut the catalytic converters out for kicks.

As your finishing up putting everything back together, Marple calls you back over to the communication relay.

"I've got in workin', but uh...it's patchy." She says. You reach to touch a button she grabs your hand. "Be careful, huh?" She lets your hand go and goes to sit down for a while.

You grab the mic and send out an all call, but there's nothing but static. You're about to give up when you hear someone coming through.

"Any...is...under...longswor..."

You quickly turn a few dials and the signal almost becomes clearer. You're attention is ripped away from the console by the proximity alarm.

It seems you have more company.

>To be continued...

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>>40548946
thx 4 running budi gud thred
hot sex with xeno babes when?

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>>40548959
Lizards have cloaca.

>>40549028
I don't see the relevance of this reply.

>>40549093
I, uh, well...

No, you can't fuck elites.

>>40549121
shiiieeeeeeeeeet

Brutes?

>>40549150
No.

Hey you do know a warthog wouldn't have catty converters? Its a fuckin hydrogen engine.

>>40549181
What about Jackals/Skirmishers