The Battle for the City of New Sparta

[robodavid]

In the ruined surburban city of New Sparta on the planet Bosko's, a terrible battle rages butt a flank to the back of the heretics army is discovered. The war will depend on this one battle of signifigant tactics....

[Huka]

High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

A vicious battle gripped the ruins of the human city, the Holy Covenant against the conjoined forces of Humans and Heretics. Right now, the Covenant had the advantage of destruction but the enemy were quickly adapting to it with surprise attacks and sudden attacks of bravo.

Until some hours ago, members of the Inquisition arrived to personally deal with the problem along with rumors of another faction. Something that disturbs the Covenant power.

A Covenant phantom lands in a secure location in the battlezone, opening its back to allow a troop of black-armored Sangheili, their faces hidden behind cyclopean visors, and in their front, was a tall and menacing Sangheili in ghastly white armor, his face underneath a mask, and his breathing mechanical.

Towering over most, High Inquisitor 'Muramai joins the fight.

[Arbiter124]

Minor Domo Ony 'Fedolee

Billowing smoke engulfed the surface, constantly lighted with plasma fire. Ony sprinted towards a covenant defense outpost. Firing his repeater, he felt his shields slowly burning down.

Overhead, he saw a phantom pass by, its main cannon firing upon the humans below. Ony ducked behind a covenant barrier, nerrowly escaping a volley of bullets.

From his current position, he crawled over to an Ultra, his repeater occasionally rising up to blindly fire upon the human scum.

" Sir! " Ony said as an explosion erupted only 50 yards away. The ultra craned his neck. "Who are you, Sangheilie?" Ony rose to his knees. "I am Ony 'Fedolee, minor domo. I was seperated from my squad!" The captain nodded and they continued to fire upon the humans.

[robodavid]

Zio Circitia was on a secret mission allying an unknow race to help them conqure a planets city. This should be easy for them because there we 3 high ranking Militians. The dropship touched down in the middle of a war zone. When he was ordered to move out all Militians dropped out of the ship.

Statis Report on each Militian:
Zio Circitia: Militian rank with Yellow Armor, 4th class of the 16th battalion. Leader of the squad equipped with 2 militian weapononary.
Tranz Belliana: Only female in squad, equipped with purple armor 3rd class sorilder 2 weapons.
SuiCillia Brieen: Heavy rank purple armo 3rd class. Unknown.

[Huka]

High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Til and his escorts walked through the remains of the destruction. His good eye looking at the dead; all sorts of races. It was hard to tell who was friend or foe anymore these days. It was sad to say the least.

Soon they came to nearby battle. Plasma and bullets flew through the air, but they didn't show no fear to this. Stepping infront of obstacles and his swordsmen deflected the projectiles aside with their swords.

Finally finding a Ultra officer, Til and his escorts started to take cover in the intense fighting.

"Why do you hide in battle?" He asked sternly, kneeling next to the Ultra and the Minor Domo.

[Spartan 999]

High Commander Malatur Vinu Galtorii ran a finger down the side of his wickedly designed sword, marveling in its perfect metal for the umpteenth time.

The Khalash-class dropship shuddered as it entered the atmosphere, shaking Malatur from his trance. He sheathed his sword, then looked up at the rest of his squad. They each nodded to him in turn. He took his helmet in his hands, then slid it over his angular head.

The dropship calmed down as it approached its destination. Five seconds later, the doors slid open, allowing Malatur and nine other Kraikari warriors to step out into the light.

Malatur glanced over at the...yes, they had to be the Militians. They were slightly shorter than the Isariin soldiers, but he knew they were formidable all the same. Height was not an indicator of skill.

"Jural heraldir nerras-hur'oum sar'czur. We are with you, allies." Malatur said to the aliens.

[Arbiter124]

Minor Domo Ony 'Fedolee

Looking up, he saw a high ranking elite. The smoke made it challenging to tell what rank he was, but the unique armor said enough.

"I am just waiting for my shields to recharge, sire. As for the ultra, I have little Id-" An explosion rang in his ears. He turned around, to find the ultras mangled corpse.

Turning back to the sangheili, he felt rejuvenated. His shields recharged. "What now, sire?" He stood up, readying his repeater, looking at the royal. Ony stood at a matched height with the sangheili, despite him usually being much taller.

[robodavid]

The Militians notice the arrival of the Isariin and began to shot at the enemy with their machine guns. They noticed that the enemy was hiding behind a building while the Militians were using what was left of sandbags. One of the purple Militians threw an electrical grenade torwards the enemy. (Electrical grenade, instantly shorts outs weak shields and does much damage to bio targets). The rest continued fireing at the position as the yellow Militian activated his cloaking ability. Hopefully this would give enough cover to the Isariin forces.

[Huka]

High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Growling at the incompetence of this creche's commander, Til looked at the surviving lances, he accessed the battlenet channel of the unit, "Listen all warriors of this forsaken creche. I am High Inquisitor 'Muramai. This city have been selected to be cleansed by the Covenant and I am here to see to it is! Steel your hearts and spines, cowardice is only paid with death. If you wish not to die by the Heretics or my blade, you will stand and fight like the warriors you were trained to be. All Major Domos forward your warriors, use covers as necessary, Wraith tanks aim for heavy points of the enemy, and auxilitary lances supress the front lines and find any snipers in the area!"

Looking over his cover, he saw the fine line of the enemy; human and heretic lances. Growling to himself, he saw a covering lance. "Fools, you are under the command of this Minor Domo!" He commanding, nudging his head to Ony.

"Follow his lead, I will move forward, clearing the way!" Til finished before camouflaging. His escorts followed in the camouflage and moved forward.

[Arbiter124]

Minor Domo Ony 'Fedolee

Ony couldn't hold in his excitment. He was leading a lance? A high ranking Sangheili trusted him, somewhat anyway. Rising, Ony roared with glee, and pointed toward the heretic forces. "ATTACK!"

Either the lances enjoyed Ony's order, or they feared the Insquisitor, because they charged with second thought. Firing their weapons, Ony and his elites burned through the human scum, Shots fired from both sides as the tide of battle began to become balanced once again.

'WE WILL TRIUMPH!" Ony screamed to his soldiers as he fired his weapon. "NOT FOR THE WEAK, NOT FOR THE MERCIFUL, BUT FOR THE FORERUNNERS!"

[robodavid]

"Ahh... the finest of the Isariin army, it is nice to meet you." said the Militian commander while firing at an enemy lance of what looked to be housing a commander. " My commander told me that you are a honorably species and I shall take his word for it" said Zio while lifting his gun. "Ok, here is the report, our mission is to get to the other side of this city where the Covanent army is to wipe them out but there are several squads of heretics and marine in our path, I am requesting you to wipe attack them in the front while my squad goes around to flank them." The commander continued" You up for it? And also, if you say yes I have a challenge for you, lets see if you can wipe them out before I get to them in the back." " Does it sound like a plan?"

[Spartan 999]

"I believe that can be arranged." Malatur replied, drawing the phasic rifle from his back. The weapon expanded into a shape recognizable as a gun. The other Kraikari followed his lead, phasic rifles expanding with metallic shickt's.

"Move out."

[Huka]

High Inquisitor Til 'Muramai

Rushing through the gap between the Covenant and Heretics, invisible to the naked eye, Til and his warriors were across the field in no time, avoiding explosions and projectiles, easily hidden under the heat and confusion.

Passing his invisible line, Til pounced through the air, flicking his wrist to summon his integrated energy sword hilt, and landed infront of a Sangheili heretic.

Seeing the sudden weight crushing his cover, the Sangheili yelped before a invisible blade sliced his head clean off his shoulder. When the others surrounding him realized what happened, Til's swordsmen joined into the enemy and sliced enough room to make their presence noticed.

Uncloaking, Til and his swordsmen looked at the frightened eyes of their enemies. They knew who they were and they feared them.

Good, Fear is a powerful weapon. "Kill them all." Til ordered and the swordsmen lunged, their attacks fluid and perfect to each movement, if it was offensive or defensive, it was not wasted.

Til walked in the middle of his circle, looking at the dead and dying. In the recent years, Til made sure the Swordsmen had energy shields that nearly rivaled a General's. Personally, the Inquisitor could handle himself, even with his own heightened shields.

Glancing back, he saw the Covenant forces charging, strengthening his chances of victory.