Randomized Telleport (Kalmar/open)

[Ribitta]

Master Chief appeared ten meters in the hot air of the african desert. His suit gel padded himself from the small fall as he hit the sand. He shook himself allowing the sand to fall to the ground from his suit. Master Chief glanced over towards the other person he had telleported to see him getting up from the sand as well. "Cortana, can we try again?" Master Chief asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Negative," replied the cool female voice, "doing so would permanently damage your energy shields." Master Chief considered for a moment then said, "Get me air feed from the master computer back in the core."

[Fallen]

Kalmar landed roughly, unused to long-range teleportation. He shook his head, but the only thing he noticed now was the heat. He summoned his barrier, the black dome surrounding him keeping the heat out, but conversation was still possible.

"So, Master Chief, what's our plan now?" Kalmar looked around at the barren sand land, yet no sign of life seemed to exist. He charged the Devilhand and punched the ground, sand flying up in choking clouds before the Demon Hunter began melting it. When he was finished a tall house-like structure stood, made of semi-transparent glass. It resembled an indian hut, but less angular, with an opening in the top and an open doorway. He went inside briefly, creating furniture and the such.

He came back out and looked at Master Chief, "So, we moving out? Or would you rather come inside and see my 'masterpiece?'"

[Ribitta]

THe images uploaded into Master Chief's HUD. "Scanners indicate a small settlement, I'm uploading it to your nav," Cortana said. "Roger that," Master Chief replied, then turning to Kalmar said, "how fast can you run?"

[Fallen]

Kalmar looked at his building briefly before turning to Master Chief. "Run?" He chuckled, his voice resonating within the glass shelter, "I can fly, so the question is.. how fast can you run?"

[Ribitta]

"I'm feeling fresh," he said with a laugh, "I think I might be able to pull 50-60 kilometers and hour."

[Fallen]

Kalmar nodded and took to the air, the heat shimmering from the Demon Hunter's black armor seemed to make him almost glow.

"Alright, you lead the way, and i'll watch for anything dangerous from up here."

[Ribitta]

"Will do." Master Chief sprinted up and down sand dunes and looked on his nav marker. One kilometer left. He urged his body to go faster knowing that Akumu would be up to no good. If worst came to worst, he would have to journey to the nightmare realm.

[Fallen]

Kalmar's thoughts mirrored Master Chiefs, though unknown to either combatant. The Demon Hunter was willing to stop Akumu at all costs, whether it be in the Nightmare Realm, or in The Core itself.

He spotted a faint glimmer ahead and called out, "I see it, whatever it is!"

[Ribitta]

In about another minute the two had arrived at the small settlement. Slowly he walked in while catching his breath. The settlement was crude, like some sort of native settlement. Master Chief raised his rifle not knowing what to expect and slowly looked for an inhabitant.

[Fallen]

Kalmar landed, slightly out of breath as he looked around warily, his demonic shortswords appearing in his hands. There seemed to be no signs of life, but it was hard to tell with the heat.

[Ribitta]

Master Chief looked around and saw something flash on the right side. He snapped his head and turned on thermals and adjusted it to not read the heat. Something was wrong though, either his scanner was malfunctioning or something massive was heading in their direction. Something? Or a lot of people? Master Chief pulled out his sniper and zoomed in on the thing. He found himself looking at a giant swarm of NCPs. And they didn't look very happy. It reminded him of something from resident evil. He shuddered and hope the NCPs were friendly.

[Fallen]

Kalmar sensed a presence, rising into the air to look out into the desert. He saw a cloud of dust rising, and what looked like a horde of NPC's running toward the small village. He landed, his blades still drawn and an air of alertness about him, "Either we can barricade ourselves in, RE style, or face these.. things in the street. At least see if their friendly, ya know?"

[Ribitta]

Master Chief hefted a rocket launcher and said, "We'll be fine." The horde got closer and Master Chief could tell they weren't friendly. Each was carrying some sort of weapon or another ranging from sticks to guns.

[Fallen]

Kalmar kept his shortswords out, waiting patiently for the mob of NPC's to reach the village. Wonder what their up to, running through the desert like that.

[Ribitta]

(OOC: sorry this took me forever >_>)

Master Chief watched for a few more seconds and when the mob was within 30 meters fired both rockets at strategic locations. Several NCPs flew from either side where he had shot and the Master Chief reloaded. He wondered if he would have enough ammo to take all of them out. Then again, he had an ally.