User:Forerunner/conversation

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 * Recon-43: Gamma-One-Actual, this is Recon 43. We are in position, over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Recon 43, this is Gamma-One-Actual, gimme a radio check, over.
 * Recon-43: Got eyes on three Ghosts and twenty-four infantry. Typical scout detachment, please advise.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Recon 43, do not engage. Sit tight and keep your eyes and ears open. I say again, gimme a radio check, over.
 * Recon-43: Gamma 1 Actual, we do not read you; say again, "we do not read you", over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Recon 43, you are not cleared to engage. I say again, you are not cleared to engage.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Is there anyone else close to their grid? Dammit!
 * Recon-43: Looks like we're on our own, boys. This is their eyes and ears, we flatten these guys and disengage. Tag your targets and get ready to go loud on my mark.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Recon 43 this is Gamma 1 Actual. I say again, you are to stand down and withdraw immediately, do not engage, over.
 * Recon-43: Fire! That's it, make 'em count!
 * Gamma-One-Actual: What do we have that we can send to support them? Dammit!
 * Recon-43: Pull back, move and shoot, move and shoot! Where the hell did all these hostiles come from?
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Tell Beta-Romeo-Actual that the company we are expecting is going to be arriving a little sooner than we anticipated. (directed to Recon 43) I say again, you are not cleared to engage! Stow your weapons, we are reading multiple inbound hostiles in your sector—you do not want their attention, over!
 * Recon-43: Aw, damn! Tip of the spear, nothin', it's the whole god-forsaken fleet! Fire, fire, fire!
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Recon-43 respond. Check in. I say again, Recon-43, do you read me? Dammit. Get Red Team up and running, high alert. We're about to have company.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Gamma-1, facility Alpha 412 is overrun, and I'm heading to your location with what's left of Gamma-5, over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Gamma-5? Damn, it's good to hear you. How many are you bringing? I thought BNet said your house got knocked down.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Confirm. ODG-412 is slag. Lost all but fourteen able bodies. Making our way over in two Hogs and a radio van.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: The more the merrier. Looks like we got makin for a party. Some honest-to-god SPARTANs are ridin' up here with some boys from Third Mech as we speak.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Hate to break it to you, Gamma-1, but Covies hit us with two divisions at A-412. How many SPARTANs you got on approach?
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Gamma-5, say again? That was two divisions, over?
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: That's affirmative. We put a dent in 'em, but that's about it. The only reason I ain't one of them on the line with you right now is HighCom decided to drop every available asset right on top of em, and us. Over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Well, I hope you're bringing extra ammo, then, Gamma-5.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: All we could carry and then some. ETA twenty-five mikes, out.
 * Beta-Red-Actual: Gamma-One-Actual, my team is in position. Get your people ready to move as soon as I give the signal, over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: With respect Red, we might not be SPARTANs, but this is our home. My men will die here if I ask them to.
 * Beta Red Actual: I don't doubt that, Gamma-One-Actual. Let's hope we won't need them to. Defensive perimeter online.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: This is nuts. What in the hell are those autoturrets supposed to do against what they're bringin'? Over.
 * Beta-Red-Actual: Divide their attention.
 * Beta-Red-Actual: Visual. Thirty-two Wraiths moving with two hundred sixty infantry at two hundred meters, closing on our lines due west at six kilometers per hour. Beta Red, hold position until I trigger primaries, then close on their front line as fast as you can.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Dammit, Red, I heard you SPARTANs were crazy. Gamma-5, radio check over.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Five by five, Gamma-One-Actual. Drone's holding station at over ten thousand feet. We got eyes on the whole damn thing.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Those Spartans are crazy. They're gonna get us killed.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Holy...! You're ain't gonna believe this! Beta Red just punched right up into the guts of that Covie column! Ever see a SPARTAN go hand to hand with a Wraith? Unbelievable!
 * Gamma-One-Actual: What are eleven SPARTANs gonna do against thirty thousand Covenant? They're dead men.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Can't argue that, but those SPARTANs just bought us some time! We might just make it outta this alive! Get ready to move, over!
 * Gamma-One-Actual:  Let's get the hell outta here.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Gamma-5, holy crap, Buckman, d'you see that?
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: See it? Felt that in my damn chest. Whoever pulled that trigger wanted those sons-of-bitches dead.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Can't believe we just walked outta that crater. We gotta be the two luckiest bastards on this whole planet.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Luck ain't got nothing to do with it, Jake.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Think anybody could have survived that?
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: You mean Beta Red? They say SPARTANs never die, but I don't think anything lived through that.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Damn, whole lotta real estate burning down there. Won't be much left once this is all said and done.
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Here we are, hightailing it to anywhere else. Doesn't seem right.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Well, pretty soon won't be any place else to run to. What's next, Earth?
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Jake, anyone tell you [that] you talk too damn much?
 * Gamma-One-Actual: All the time. What the hell else was there to do on Reach besides chase pioneer girls?
 * Gamma-Five-Actual: Now there's nothing. Now there's nothing at all. Five out.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Unknown station, this is Gamma-One-Actual. Do you read, over?
 * Iron Fist: Gamma-One-Actual, this is Iron Fist. We read you. What is the current status of Facility Alpha-331?
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Facility Alpha-331 is overrun and offline, defense grid at Uniform Delta is running at starvation levels. If you're taking survivors, we've got a few.
 * Iron Fist: Negative, Gamma, we are en route to support Beta-Red. Any word on their status?
 * Gamma-One-Actual: None, over.
 * Iron Fist: Acknowledged. There is a temp evac station 50 klicks west along your current vector at Uniform-Delta-zero-zero-eight-niner-six-three-niner-eight-seven. I'll let them know you're coming.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Might want to tell them to pull up stakes. Beta-Red may be tough as hell, but I have no idea how long they'll be able to tie up two armor divisions.
 * Iron Fist: Say again, Gamma? Over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: I said Beta Red may be tough as hell but - oh, my god!
 * Iron Fist: Gamma-One-Actual, we lost you. Say again? Over.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Iron Fist, this is Gamma-One-Actual. Three Covenant cruisers just dropped out of cloud directly above us, holding at approximately twenty thousand feet, traveling due east at approximately three hundred knots - three-zero-zero knots!
 * Iron Fist: Visual confirm, Gamma-1. They just passed within 50 meters of our bird.
 * Iron Fist: Go NOA and punch it, there's still a chance we can pull Beta outta there.
 * Gamma-One-Actual: Wait, you're not thinking of heading into that mess, are you?
 * Iron Fist: Godspeed, and see you on the other side Gamma. Out.
 * UNSC Majestic: Alpha-20, This is UNSC Majestic, two mikes out from window. Once we're on station you'll have us for all of three-zero seconds, over.
 * Alpha-20: Acknowledged, Majestic. Stand by, we are waiting for the go/no go on the shoot. Uploading telemetry on target.
 * UNSC Majestic: Telemetry received, on standby.
 * Alpha-20: CENTCOM, OWA is one mike three-zero seconds out from window, DD with five-zero one-hundred-sixty charlie mike, once on station we'll have three-zero seconds of trigger time, over.
 * CENTCOM: Alpha-20, this is CENTCOM. Beta-Red is directly in the splash zone. Until we have visual confirmation of their status, we are no go, over.
 * Alpha-20: CENTCOM, those cruisers are burning birds out to five-zero klicks; hell, they've hit civvy evac birds all the way out to CIS. Beta-Red have gone above and beyond but there's no way out for them, they just bought us our window, now give me the go and I'll finish the job.
 * CENTCOM: God help us. Go hot. Out.
 * UNSC Majestic: This is Majestic. Copy, Alpha Requesting go for shoot.
 * Alpha-20: Affirmative, we are go on the shoot.
 * UNSC Majestic: Acknowledge, shoot is a go, out.
 * UNSC Majestic: Six rounds, target number KT 2005.
 * Alpha-20: Copy, Majestic, target number KT 2005.
 * UNSC Majestic: Shot, over.
 * Alpha-20: Shot, out.
 * UNSC Majestic: Splash, over.
 * Alpha-20: Splash, out.
 * UNSC Majestic: Rounds complete, over.
 * Alpha-20: Rounds complete, out.
 * Alpha-20: Alpha-20 to Majestic, all three target vehicles neutralized. I don't even want to guess what happened below.
 * UNSC Majestic: I copy, Alpha. End of mission, all three target vehicles neutralized. It's been fun, hope we get a chance to do it again. Out.
 * Alpha-20: God willing. Out.