Ok, I'm actually going to post (sorry, I've been PRETTY busy around here.....anyways). I'm not going to try to explain how my group met and formed, cus I've got no time. I'll pick up after that, and when you called for assistance. I MIGHT add another character later, but not sure.
ic:
A Warthog tore its way through blasted plains, music blaring loudly. It was driven by a armored figure, whose concave helmet and antenna over his right shoulder set him apart. The passenger seat was occupied by another armored figure, this one in white armor with blue trim. He was tuning a massive chain-gun like weapon. The Gauss cannon was occupied by a black armored figure with a T-slit visor that glowed blue. He had multiple weapons and explosives strapped to his armor. A human wearing desert-camo fatigues and a brimmed hat was braced in the bed of the Warthog, and was cradling his M40 sniper rifle. A faint shimmer next to him betrayed the presence of a fifth figure, clad in chameleon-like Semi-Powered Infiltration armor. The music was the only sound until the black-armored figure spoke.
"C'mon, Pete, turn it down. That craps giving me a headache. Its worse than the stuff Fi plays in his helmet." Darman laughed. "He claims its Mon-Cal opera, but nobody's fooled."
Mark Sweiters broke in. "Crap? Thats some good music! Where where you born? A glass bubble?"
"Actually, yeah."
"Oh."
Suddenly, a voice broke in over Pete's music. ""Calling all metahumans! Need assistance at coordinates 42 north, 73 west! Immediately!"
Mereel thought for a second. "Thats near here."
"Yeah, but what are meta-humans?" asked Mark.
"Probably Spartans, like me." said Tom, as he disengaged his camo.
"Dude, Spartans were ancient Greeks."
"Yes. But there are also other Spartans. Super-humans."
"Fine. But I still don't believe you're human. Any of you. 'Cept Pete, cus he knows good music."
Everyone sighed. Then Darman spoke. "If they need assistance, they must be fighting someone. Seppies, you think?"
"Seppies? Those like terrorists?"
"Terrorists? If they're humans in trouble, its probably Covenant."
Mereel broke in. "Whoever it is, they probably need help. And I'm spoiling for a fight."
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Back at the battle:
The fight was going against Bad Company. While they'd inflicted serious casualties, large numbers of reinforcements had arrived, along with ground and air-support. With Ironman having been blown out of the air by a missile, and Boba Fett having narrowly escaped death when a nearby explosion caused his jetpack to malfunction (I couldn't resist), they had no air cover and were being overrun. Ground troops were closing in, with two tanks and two gunships supporting. Suddenly, two cracks sounded out, and one of the gunships went down, closely followed by the second. A Jeep-like vehicle, crewed by a trio of armored figures, roared between Bad Company and the oncoming hoard. The Gauss cannon spat fire, and one of the tanks exploded. The hatch of the other was ripped open by an invisible figure, a burst of gunfire sounded, and tank swiveled to open fire on the enemy. Music pounded from the Warthog, and Darman and Mereel jumped out, opening fire with their Deeces and Cip-quads, respectively. The enemy fell back, disorganized and confused. Bad Company charged back into the battle, taking advantage of this confusion to renew the devastation.
Hope this works. Had to join in sometime.
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yff3jH8NECs]"Touch my Awesome Button."[/url]
--Captain Dynamic--