In the Jungle, The Mighty Jungle (Open to Rebel & UNSC)

[Jupitor]

OOC: I think it's after the war. But a bit hazy on that, just hash around it. :]

GM Powers: *poof* IAC your armour is gone, read the rules next time. Swords, the red Spartan you mentioned in your post was IAC who was with the rebel scout. You didn't see him, he's high up and is quite a few kilometres away from you. Okay, on with it. Oh, and IAC I'm no longer waiting for you to post. Also, welcome to the party Cien.

The scout grinned savagely as the transmission on his radio cut out. Using his pencil he scratched off an objective number on a piece of paper. Accessing a device on his wrist he detonated the radio that the three men had had. "Boom, baby." The self destruction mechanisms built into the radios were one of several methods to ensure radio security.

Those three had been a royal pain in the ass, could barely follow orders without getting aggressive over the radio and were a bit thick. The average dumb army grunt.

So he'd gotten rid of them, simple as that. If you could give this choreographer one thing, you'd say that he was ruthless. If he needed something done, then he'd get people killed. Even his own people if there was no other way or if they were jerks. After getting reports in, he could tell that the soldiers from the pelican had only headed in one direction.

That as well as a few sensors being activated along the path that they were travelling along gave him a pretty good indication of where they were. As the latest hidden sensor was activated and displayed on his wrist, the man began counting backwards using his fingers.

He quickly checked with Entreri to find his location, then with another grin activated ten claymores pointing towards the path hidden in trees and bushes.

"Lookouts, keep eyes to the skies. I want to know if reinforcements come in." In all honesty, the man was quite surprised that they had only sent a single pelican in.

"Team Cade, you are hereby activated."

"Received, we are a go." Team Cade were to briefly engage the enemy then fade away quickly, there were under strict orders not to get into a fixed engagement.

The man nodded, "Entreri, we have a strike in bound on the path. I suggest you refrain entering that battle unless Cade becomes pinned down. You have control of Trotsky, use them as you see fit. Whether you join up with them or using them as a diversion, it's up to you. Also, I'm sending Scarlet to join you. There was only one pelican so I wouldn't be surprised if they have a Spartan. Good hunting."

He turned to the usually red clad Spartan, "Go, join up with Entreri. He can use the help." He paused, "Don't tell him I said that."

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Hertz was feeling mighty edgy as he stalked the edge of the path. Eyes constantly sweeping his area and the ground. He stopped when he was signalled to, then snorted in disbelief as the rebel patrol were shot down with a silenced weapon. Their communication and leadership must be shit, he thought. He called out to the Spartans as there were conferencing over the body and leaving the non-coms to guard them, "Attack pattern Delta five. Silencers only; don't engage unless absolutely necessary," he mimicked the orders that were only just given to him.

"How about you turn off that fucking music and stick to the fucking game plan, I thought you Spartans were smarter than this." Really he didn't want to piss the Spartan off, but he was quite annoyed. It was his and the rest of Team Zulu's lives that they were playing with, not just their own.

[GruntyBalboa]

191 stared at the man through the polarized visor for a second, then looked back to his fellow Spartan. He signed to her 'He's right, you know?

"If I had to guess, going off the mortar fire, equipment of these guys, and the... limited intel I've received..." 191 paused for a second, mulling the situation over. "I'd say we won't see more of those mortar teams for a while, the tree cover we've got now will render most of their attacks useless... They're mobile too, I'd figure. They wouldn't want us to find their base too easily. We should expect moderate to strong resistance along the way, including numerous booby traps and potential ambushes..." 191 said, averting his eyes as the radio burned bright and melted. "Magnesium charge... They know we're coming, too. They know where we are... Probably have a scout or two keeping an eye on us from an elevated position somewhere around here... They may even want us to see something... Interesting. They may even want us as hostages, as well."

"The base itself is most likely either something mobile, like a ship, or something that was already in place. An old military base or mining facility, for instance. It'll be well fortified, but not at the level of a Marine firebase. Probably older equipment for the rank and file. Their veterans will have some decent equipment, though, so it won't be a walk in the park."

191 looked around at the other troops, running a hand over his helmet nervously. He rested that hand on the butt of his revolver. "I'd say there's probably something or someone following us, too. It'll be another scout, most likely, to verify our status and harass us where possible and where beneficial. Everyone needs to stay on their toes..."

He looked around for a few seconds, catching a glimmer of something off in the distance. He stared at it for a second, imagining that he could see into the mind of that scout, then shook his head and looked back at Jaina and the ODST, Hearst? No, Hertz... Definitely one to keep an eye on...

"Make no mistake, ma'am. We're being watched closely. These men out here are planning something and they're doing a damn fine job of whatever they're planning. Things are going to get better before they get worse."

[cienade]

Entreri nodded his head at the radio assessment, and signed an affirmative. He'd had an idea, and he could use a Spartan.
"Trotsky, you are to position yourselves here." Entreri said, indicating a specific portion of woodland. A small, deep river ran through the area, before cutting back to the right and into a valley. Trotsky was to position themselves on the bank of the river, with one scout a kilometer out from the main group, and another scout, well hidden, forty feet back from the first scout. Upon sighting, both scout's are to run their asses off. No engagement, or else the word "TRAP" would spring clearly into the marine's mind. This was to keep them unbalanced. If they sent anyone after the scout's, or had a break in command, Entreri and the Spartan would capitalize. Entreri was headed to the left, whereas the river was to the right.

"If you're engaged, Trotsky, I want you to hold for as long as you can. The riverbank is a defensible area, but watch your flanks and don't be afraid to use your grenades, especially incendiaries. If they don't engage, move the entire squad up and attack them from the flank, relative to their destination. Your orders are to hold them, I will be moving as quickly as possible to relieve you."

He put up another waypoint for the Spartan, half a kilometer ahead of where he was placing himself.
"Big guy, I assume you're privy to my last communication, and understand the gameplan. Trotsky engages and harasses, you attack the front, quick, mobile, and guerilla. I don't want you getting shot, but I want lots of explosions and bullets. My scout is positioned at a woodline opposite to a small, thirty foot clearing marked mostly by rocks and brush. They shouldn't be able to get far away from eachother quickly, maximizing grenade damage, and I plan on introducing them to some of the local flora."

The assassin set off.

[Mars_Windu]

00C: Funny. I thought i'd posted a long and elaborate reply. Where did it go? Must've been my net. ¬.¬

Jaina shrugged and turned down her music. Harwood had some of Jaina's respect. More than these other soldiers.

"Hmm, think they have any heavy armor or air support at their disposal?" Jaina asked. She shivered slightly when she thought of enemy CAS. Alexia-234, Gold 3, had died because Jaina had been unable to cover her during an air strike. She still blamed herself. Delgado had been her best friend for years, and she'd let her down. She sighed, and clutched her rifle; she wouldn't let this happen again.

The Spartan noticed something on her RADAR. A flicker of motion, quick and silent; it disappeared almost immediately. They were being followed.

She raised her index and middle finger, with her thumb sticking out; the Spartans' 'followed' sign.

"I think its best if we split up as we head to the rebels' base," Jaina suggested.

[GruntyBalboa]

191 shook his head. "Trust me. We've got something far, far better on our way. I advise we wait for another...", the Spartan paused, leaning his head sideways, and looking up out of the forest. "Fifteen minutes. Give or take a few."

[cienade]

Entreri, moving quickly, crested the small hill and studied the trail before him.
He smelled bullshit.
Artemis didn't like to smell bullshit. It meant he had fucked up, and he'd only fucked up four times in his life that really mattered. This smelled like number five. Reevaluation of gameplan.
Besides the initial prediction and discovery of insertion, they had had no recordable enemy contact. At least none capable of defining their enemy.
Artemis stopped dead in his tracks, a cold sweat breaking out on his skin.

I'm going in without any intel.
"No, I'm not."

"Trotsky, disengage. Fall back to the base, double time. If engaged, contact me, we'll deal with it, but avoid contact. Big guy, I suggest you do the same. I'm going to cut a fast, wide loop, and hopefully I'll catch up with you. We're changing our tactics. We think that we have the advantage, in our guerilla tactics, terrain, and understanding of the area. I think we're wrong. They have the advantage, and they have it big time. After all, I can't think of a better way to destroy a rebel base than a straight up firefight. This might look like an insertion team, but this is an assault, and I plan to meet it head on. We'll not be bled."

With that, Artemis dropped his sniper rifle, not wishing to carry the extra 21lbs on a sprint, and set off, flying over the terrain, stealth abandoned.