Main Mission: Arcadia - Ground Operations

[maxii1]

Chief Inspector Rankin was a portly man, he had more than his fair share of fine dining and was a little on edge at the current circumstances.
“Eh, well Sergeant, we lost a lot of personal by launching aircraft from the roof, enemy A.A destroyed the first two aircraft, one got away” Rankin stated.
“How many are left?” enquired Reilly.
“Three, but we only have two pilots left” Rankin answered.
“And the rest of your men?” Reilly asked.
“Around the city, we weren’t going to hold the Police Station and leave the Civilians to fend for themselves!” exclaimed an outraged Chief Inspector.
“We had two squads of Armed Police stationed at the entrance, but we’ve taken heavy fire” stated a bleeding solider, his blue uniform splattered in blood. A medic was attending to the downed man.

“Keep up the good work” Reilly tapped the medic before turning to Rankin.
“Listen, I want a convoy of vehicles ready to leave now, Shaw, Rafferty take the civilian group of survivors down to the motor pool, get them mounted up with a police driver and ready to move” Reilly ordered.
From higher up was a burst of fire.
“Brigner that was my shot!” exclaimed Sanchez.
“And that was mine!” complained Quindlen with a smile on his face.
“Watson, you hold the enterance until we’re bugging out” Corporal Glover exclaimed.

Loveridge had been sent to the holding cells in the Police Station.
“Hey mate, free me” shouted one of the captives.
Another looked placidly at the armed man, piercing eyes, the eyes of a killer.
“Sir, the criminals are still here” the private radioed to his sergeant.
“What are you insinuating? I’m not guilty!” yelled one of the captives.
Then an Explosion occurred from above, shaking the whole station.
“Sir?” Loveridge asked in a tense voice “What’s occurring?”

The remnants of the police force, their rescued civillans and a few of Reilly’s men where boarding vehicles, two armed vehicles would take the lead, escorting the rest to the landing pad, that left Reilly himself, the rest of his squad and the prisoners as well as Chief Inspector Rankin.
Reilly was about to order the rest of his men to move out when an explosion shook the building. “What the?” he exclaimed, then the radio burst into a fury of voices.
One of those voices stated that “The Covenant are attacking!”.
Sniper Fire became frenzied.
Watson eagerly checked that his shotgun was ready for firing, as soon as the enemy walked in they would be torn apart by his weapon.
Reilly ordered Shaw and Rafferty to start the convoy “Take Point and lead them to safety”
Then he asked one of the Snipers what the enemy strength was.
“Thirty something at least” exclaimed Brigner as he once again fired, hitting an elite in his chest; another well-aimed shot finished him.
Sanchez and Quindlen where chucking their grenades down onto the enemy, the grunts exploding like purple confetti.
“Move down to the prison cells, we’ll take the held men with us in a convict van” Reilly stated.
Watson looked behind him at his leader. “We’re going to save the killers?” he asked in an incredulous tone.
Reilly nodded and then with a grin on his face stated “That’s just what we need, Killers”
Chief Inspector Rankin was already shocked that he had been left behind by the convoy and was stuck with Reilly. “You can’t be serious, arming these criminals” the Chief argued.
Reilly just grinned, telling Loveridge to hold his position, that the others would be joining him.
Quindlen and Brigner where already down the stairs, met by Reilly, Watson and Rankin.
A continuous burst of fire informed the Sergeant that Sanchez was intent on killing the enemy, finished off their incursion.
“Sanchez, stop firing and fall back” Reilly barked through the radio.
The firing stopped.
“Sanchez?” queried the Sergeant.
Silence.
“Copped it” spoke Chief Inspector Rankin, finding the joke hilarious.
Reilly’s eyes narrowed slightly on the police officer.
The other men moved on, knowing that Sanchez must have received a lethal hail of gunfire. If the man had only changed his location, instead of sticking to one area, or if he had obeyed orders then he would have been survived.
Reilly shook his head as he started climbing the basement stairs. He was leading his men to Loveridge’s position whilst Watson with his Shotgun walked slowly at the back ready to engage any enemy.

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Landing Point Charlie

"Sir, Corporal Deiran, Indigo Team."

"Lieutenant Wreck, what are you after, Corporal? I'm sort of busy right now."

Andrew watched the Lieutenant pore over a map of the city, and spoke again. "Sir, I need a few Warthogs, and all the weapons you can spare. My team is heading to the Sports Stadium to pick up civilian survivors, and they'll need the weapons if the Covenant try to stop the convoy."

The Lieutenant shot Andrew a surprised glance. "Just the 5 of you? You realise that area is crawling with Covenant, and is a heavy AA zone?"

"Yes, sir."

The Lieutenant shook his head. "You've got balls, Corporal. If I were you, I'd wait until we can sort out a proper offensive. We have Scorpions being sent down, and Anti-Vehicle weapons."

"Sir, the civilians don't have much time with that many Covenant about the place. At the very least, we should try to get some men to the stadium, and hold the Covenant off long enough for the rest of the force to arrive and evac the civilians."

The Lieutenant closed his eyes and leaned on the table. He mumbled something that Andrew didn't pick up, then stood back up with a sigh. "Alright, take a chain gun 'hog and a troop hog with as many small arms as you think you'll need. Keep the Covenant away from the civilians. We'll roll in with the armour as soon as we can." He looked Andrew in the eye. "And marine? Good luck, you'll sure as hell need it."

"Sir!" Andrew turned away, and motioned at his team. You heard him. Sarah, Ben, get the 'hogs. Tom and Adam, get the weapons."

"Sir!"

[rhyss010]

They are fighting it off shooting at the covenant making them go into cover.
"Guys we can't hold out much longer." James says.
"I think i know that." Rhyss adds.
They are crouching just behind the reception.
"This is Lance corporal rhyss. If anyone can hear me we about a one or two klicks east away from the main ONI building requesting support over."
"Lets just hope one of our guys gets that call." Will says.
"Guys... see those stairs... we can make it... We need to go upstairs and find an alternative way out."
"I bet..." James is interupted
"Don't say that..." Rhyss says.
"All we need to do is either hold out or run... whats the choice?"
"Hold out..." James says
"Hold out." Will says
"Alright we will hold out here but if we get into more trouble we will run ok?" Rhyss adds/
"Yes sir!" They both say.
"Its been an honour." they all say.
They all pop their heads up and keep firing. "those brutes and covenant keep coming!"

[elando]

And You Think You Have Problems...

Lieutenant Andrew Hallam - ODST Echo Squad Leader Serial Number - 24651568

Military Time: 12:08, February 11th, 2531, Arcadia, Pirth.

"Oh fuck, just what we need!" I shouted as green flashes filled the HEV's window. "Another giant fuck up by military intelligence, how did they not notice that AA Battery?!" "Hell if I know." Replied Pink. "But we have to take it out." "Christ that one almost hit me." Shouted Corporal Styles, the video feed from his HEV shaking and filling with static. "Troopers! Set the AA installation's position on your HUD. We are taking that thing out!" I shouted over the noise of the exploding plasma outside the HEV.

Suddenly a bright light erupted outside the HEV and the pod gave an immense lurch and began to spin. "Shit! My chute is blown, I'm coming in too hot!" I shouted, the spinning of the small craft throwing off my vision and messing with my senses. As the G forces increased my vision blurred and every inch of my body strained to keep me conscious. But as the HEV spun out of control I slipped out of consciousness, praying that I would live to see another day and not die in the crash as many of my comrades had, owing my death to another military cockup...

Corporal Daniel Styles - ODST Echo Squad, Fireteam Alpha Leader Serial Number - 37985340

"Dammit did anyone see where he went down?" Corporal Styles shouted over the comms. Just then, the booster engines kicked in, slowing the decent for impact. A steady jet stream slowed the HEVs as they hit the ground and as each of them touched down their hatches opened up, allowing the light of the Arcadia sun to shine on them for the first time.

As the Squad exited their HEVs and gathered their gear Sargent Pink spoke up. "His suit's tracking beacon should still be functioning properly. According to the readouts..." He hefted his backpack out of the HEV's equipment locker and swung it onto his back. "... the Lieutenant should be in the building south east of here. Must of hit pretty hard too, apparently hes on the 13th floor from the top." "What? Thats 40 damn floors to climb!" Moaned Private Thurlow. "Yeah, not to mention legions of Covenant troops to shoot our way through." Said Private Cutting.

The Squad stood for a moment, each of the soldiers weighing up the odds in their heads. "Our orders are to neutralize the AA Battery. Make sure the Marines have a clear shot to evac the Civilians." Said Sargent Pink after a moments silence. "But what about the Lieutenant?" Said Styles. "We need to get him out of there." "Styles, listen, even if he was alive the Covenant have no doubt got snipers all over these buildings, they'd be on him in seconds. Do you really think that all our lives are worth risking just for his?"

At that, Corporal Styles advanced on Pink, who was twice the size of him and grabbing him by the shoulders he said. "Alive or Dead, we are pulling him out of there. He is our friend and leader. We owe him that much." Styles shook Pink and pushed him away. "Hell if you don't go after him, I will." Styles said, grabbing up his Assault Rifle. At that, Pink sighed and said. "You're right. We do owe him." He turned back to his HEV and, hefting the rocket launcher onto his shoulder he said.

"Alright Squad, you know the music. Time to dance. Lets go give the Covenant a warm welcome..."

[daeron]

Sergeant Louis Bernard

The squad moved to the exits of the LZ. Here, after dropping off the civilians, they jumped into warthogs. Lock and Parron with Louis. While Johnson, Clark and Belote in the other one.

Bernard eased the ignition over to where the engine roared. Here he pulled the gearshift down into drive. Pressing down slowly, then heavily the warthog roared off.

Behind him Johnson drove the transport hog, hoping that they would find some civilians. Belote in the passenger seat with Clark in the back looking around.

Parron stood on the chain, turning around constantly, patroling. Lock looked to the buildings, the windows, and awaited for any company.

Along the way, Bernard slammed on the brake, infront of them, two grunts lunged plasma grenades towards the hogs. Pulling the shift down again, he slammed on the accelation pad, the warthog slammed backwards, hitting the one behind it. The plasma grenades missed by only a few inches.

Parron unleashed hell on the grunts, ripping their blue blood all over the street. After a regroup, they sped off, heading for the garage.

They were quickly stopped by the screams of children and woman from a nearby apartment. Here the transport hog swirved over. Clark and Belote jumped out while Johnson stayed in the drivers seat, waiting for them to return.

The chain hog pulled up beside where Lock jumped out and took aim, moving his aim around slightly. Parron stayed on the chain gun, looking around also.

Before long the two returned with three children and two parents. The father had a shotgun in his hand, awaiting on what to do.

"I have some military experience, but I am retired. Where ever you need me I can help out." The man said scarecely.

"Stay in the back protect your wife and children. We got it, but thanks for the help." Bernard replied.

The warthogs drove off again, heading for the garage.

[dusty]

The men of foxtrot stood in the lobby.
8 stepped forward "I’m Staff sergeant George Williams, This is my corporal and second in command Brian McGavin. Otherwise we don’t have time to introduce the rest of the squad."

While 8 went about that Oreo handled the business situation. "All right Vincent Grab The Doc's pda to download the info on his, get it on yours too. Kendra Jordan go with him."

Before he could continue giving out his orders, 8 walked up "All right McgGavin, I’m going to go check on the VIP's and guard them"

Oreo shrugged and continued "Tom, Dusty, you're with me to get desks from the floors above us to make barricades." Tom and Dusty nodded and flowed his up. They each grabbed a Desk and brought them Downstairs. They made the trip 3 times and piled the desks together to make a barricade in front of the stairs to the basement. "Amy, Richard set up there, cover any holes in our defense."

He reached up to his comm "Vincent, get the navy boys to get me a sit-rep too"

He walked up to Redstont "This is your op, so what do you need us to do?"

[bentron]

A Pelican carrying a TT warthog that seemed to have an extra layer of armor was heading towards the LZ. Inside, the Scavengers were getting ready to join the battle. John was throwing a fit.
"Why are we getting sent to the front lines?! I didn't sign up to get shot at! I signed up to gather dropped equipment and discarded weapons! I signed up to be in a rear unit and live, not to be on the front lines and get my balls blasted to bits!" John shouted as he slammed his assault rifle on the seat next to him.
"Oi! Can it will you?! You're not the only one upset about this!" Nick shouted as he held his own assault rifle close by.
"Your just mad because they wouldn't allow you to take your spunker onto the Pelican! I'm the one that has to drive that unarmed tin can! How do you think I feel?!" John yelled, then got hit on the back of the head by Alex's sniper rifle, which was his way in telling John to 'shut up before Max gets back from the cockpit.'
O'Ryan, in the mean time, was sitting next to the door that led to the cockpit, giving his weapons a double check. He looked up at Max when the squad leader came out and sat down next to him.
"Relax O'Ryan. Now's not the time to think about what your brothers or father would do." Max said calmly as he sliped his ODST helmet on, but kept the visor clear.
O'Ryan sighed and nodded. "Yes sir."

As the Pelican neared the LZ, it swerved to avoid the AA gun's fire, causing everyone in the Scavenger platoon to get thrown from their seats.
"What the heck was that?!" John shouted as he got up.
"The war..." Alex replied, and looked over at O'Ryan with a displeased look.
"What? Don't blame me! I'm not the one that thought our squad could handle the duty of transporting fresh ammo to the troops when they call for it!" O'Ryan said as he grabbed his battle rifle, ready to jump out of the Pelican when it landed.

[rhyss010]

"Hello this is Lance corporal rhyss can anyone hear us? we need reinforcements... we are trapped in a building two kliks east of the ONI building. we are running low on ammo... can someone help us?"

"No contact yet... we might not make it..." Will adds.
"Don't be so defeatist Will..." rhyss says
"Shall we go up the stairs?" Rhyss adds.
"No we have to stay here until we run out...alright lets go..." James says.
They run fast. Rolling into cover and up the stairs to get away from the covenant.
"That was close..." They all say running up the staircase too the third floor.
"The building is on the other side of the street. but we can't get out..."
They barricade the doors. "We are on the third floor... if any one can hear this please respond we need help."

[monkeyjoe14]

"This is your op, so what do you need us to do?"

I was looking over at the barricade that was just set up. It would at least slow the covenant down. I turned towards sergeant Williams and answered his question.

"Well to be frank, I have men holding off an assault force on the 23rd floor. I also have a group planting charges for this building to blow. We also have enemy snipers surrounding the building", I explained.

Just as I finished explaining the situation a message came over the com.

"This is Lance corporal rhyss. If anyone can hear me we about a one or two klicks east away from the main ONI building requesting support over."

"Great, another complication", I said, "Alright, take half your team and deal with snipers, we have three rifles and about thirteen clips all together so make them count. The other half can deal with assisting the group on the 23rd floor. I want to help those guys but they are to far away and we are trapped in here."

I turned towards Pat who was manning a turret. I walked over and grabbed his shoulder.

"This is why I hate cities, always to easy to get trapped", told him.

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Landing Point Charlie

"Alright everybody, mount up!"

Andrew pulled himself up into the turret, swinging it around to face where they were going. Ben was driving the 'hog, with Adam riding shotgun, literally. Sarah and Tom were going to follow them in the TT 'hog, which carried the weapons and supplies the civilians would need to hold out until the armour arrived.

"Hit it, marine!"

"Oo-rah to that!"

Ben rammed his foot into the accelerator, and span the warthog around. They rolled along the road, and as they neared the edge of the park, they spotted gunfire just ahead. A small group of marines were pinned down by a shitload of Covenant infantry. Well they wouldn't be for much longer. "Sarah, get the supplies to the civilians, we'll take care of these guys and follow when we can," Andrew shouted into the radio.

"Yes, sir."

Ben put the Warthog into a powerslide, knocking several Grunts who were too slow to dodge to the ground, dead. Andrew pivoted to where 7 jackals were overlapping their shields, and hammered the trigger, a tongue of flame seeming to erupt from the chaingun. The Jackal on the far right was knocked back, and the powerful rounds sank into it's flesh. It screeched pitifully as it died. Andrew worked the chaingun steadily left, and one by one the frail Jackals fell. As the last one fell to the ground in a mangled mess, Andrew turned to where an Elite was threatening to jump onto the TT 'hog as it escaped. Andrew let rip, and the alien soon was eating tarmac.

Adam was blowing away any Covenant that got too close, while Andrew just shredded anything he could see. Eventually the alien forces were routed, and while the 'hog had taken a bit of a battering, it was still serviceable. "Alright, we've wasted enough time here, let's go."

"Sir!"

The Warthog sped along the road, as Andrew fired bursts at whatever opposed them. A few Covenant were already just lying dead in the road, and Andrew guessed that the TT had done that. They neared the next corner, and knew they were almost there. Suddenly, a Ghost boosted from a garage towards them. "SHIT!"

The Ghost hit the Warthog right where the rear-left tyre was. The 'hog was send sliding into a tree by the impact, knocking out those in the front, as the Ghost turned and opened fire with it's plasma cannons. "Son of a bitch!" Andrew squeezed the trigger as hard as he could, and a race began to cripple each other. The plasma soon was on target, barely missing Andrew's legs on numerous occassions. Meanwhile, Andrew was scoring hits on the Ghost's fuel cell on it's left, hoping it would explode before he was melted by the superheated plasma. Time slowed to a crawl. Plasma impacted on the chaingun's shield. Andrew watched each individual bullet impact. Then, a sort of roaring started raising in volume, Andrew didn't realise what it was until the Elite had bailed out of the Ghost. There was a bright blue explosion, and a shower of sparks spread from the wrecked Ghost. With the alien now vulnerable, Andrew blasted away at it, and as it's shields went down it made a final attempt to injure him. It's plasma rifle fired 3 blue shots, but the Elite didn't have enough time to aim properly and they all sailed harmlessly to Andrew's right. Andrew had now such worries, and the Elite squirted a mass off purple blood, and then fell. Andrew panted for breath, as Ben came round. "Urgh, what happened..." he looked round and saw the flaming Ghost. "Nice shooting sir... now can we get out of here?"

Andrew, trembling from the near hits, nodded as the Warthog sped up, turned the corner and approached the Stadium.

[dusty]

Jordan, Kendra, and Vincent returned with the data.

"All right Amy, your a sniper, so your gonna counter snipe, Richard you come too, Kendra. with me." 8 said grabbed the sniper rifles and heading up to the next floor to shoot back at the snipers.

Brian "Oreo" Mcgavin

Oreo looked at those left. Jordan, Vincent, Dusty, and Tom.
"All right troopers, lets get those guys up there some help. As they jogged up the stairs the noises above slowly got louder and louder. On the 22nd floor several soldiers were positioned. Oreo crouched next to a corporal. yelling above the noise "What’s going on!?"
The man looked at him "We had to fallback! the phantoms keep dropping off more shitheads!"
Oreo nodded and patted him on the back.
The men took up positions around read to shoot at the stairway from the 23rd floor.


Eric "Dusty" Zanba

Dusty checked his battle rifle. An Elite walked down the stairs. Grunts followed.
"All right Dusty lets give them hell" Tom said as the two of them stood up and fired on the Elite. The 2 guns firepower slammed it into the wall, and it crumpled to the floor, dead.

The added firepower was enough to hold off more covenant. Until The Elites charged.

Jordan Hudson

Jordan Pumped his shotgun then reloaded. Whenever the riflemen missed a target, Jordan covered up the mistake with a shotgun blast to their ungodly face. He looked up over the Cover he was in and saw 5 Elites, each with energy swords, charging them. 1 crumpled to battle rifle fire, and grenades killed another.

Jordan looked at the lunging Elite, and fired his shotgun. The massive chest wound killed it, almost immediately. He pumped and started to turn and run.

He stopped moving. Odd, really cause he didn't plan that one. Then he began to lift off the ground. Another strange occurrence unplanned. The Energy sword protruding from his stomach had severed his spine, so he didn't feel any pain.

He jerked around, catching the Elite off guard and tearing the energy sword from his hand. Having no functioning legs he could not stand, so he directed his fall onto the elite impaling it.

"Hey guys, tell Kendra, I can't make our date Friday"

Jordan dropped 2 live grenades.


Eric "Dusty" Zanba

Jordan exploded and killed the elite he was laying on. a single elite was left, and the combined gunfire of the men on the floors killed it. Dusty never knew the lanky man that well, since he kept to himself most of the time. Dusty heard Vincent asking the question they all wanted to know "Are we ready to leave yet?" from his radio headpiece.

Amy McCall
Amy fired her sniper rifle placing a large hole in the front of a jackal’s head. Where they were sniping was no secrete . Amy and Kendra were shooting every sniper they saw. Amy never missing and Kendra rarely missing. 8 was busy wasting sniper ammo not hitting anything, and Richard was using his lmg. He didn’t hit anything, but it suppressed the snipers, that 8 couldn't hit.

Amy lined up a shot

"Like hitting cans on a wall"

The jackal’s head exploded as Amy’s round passed through it.

[gijoe]

Situational Report ONI Building

Soon after receiving Private Chu's request for a Sit-Rep, Navy Intelligence quickly replied.

"As you can see from the Tac-Map we've sent you, you've stirred up quite the shit storm." Said the Officer. "40 HEVs rushing down around the place has turned an area of relatively low Covenant interest, into a hive of hostile activity."

"Every small red dot you see on this map is a Covenant soldier. We don't know what class or rank but from what we can tell most of the ones inside the buildings are Jackals, most likely snipers. The ones on the main streets are probably Grunts and Jackals lead by either Elites or Brutes. No doubt if they manage to breach the ONI building they will send in a wave of Brutes and Grunts as shock troopers with the Elites, Jackals and Grunts bringing up the rear."

"We estimate that about 200 Covenant troops are converging on your location along with 3 Wraiths, represented by the larger red dots, and 5 Ghost which you can see in formation just east of the AA Battery. There are also 20 snipers placed in the 3 skyscrapers around the ONI Building and another 50 troops at the Covenant AA Battery. Our scans show us that there are about 100 VIPs inside the ONI Building and judging by our recent data there should be 3 ODST squads inside too, meaning you've got about 150 Troops at your disposal."

"All the VIPs should be armed already from the ONI Armoury. You should find enough small arms such as Battle Rifles, Assault Rifles, SMGs and Shotguns to arm everyone two times over. Quartermaster reports also show there should be 5 Rocket Launchers with 4 shots each, 2 Flamethrowers, 10 Sniper Rifles and a Spartan Laser as well as 3 AIE-486H Heavy Machine gun Turrets."

"Remember, the VIPs will most likely have little to no combat experience, but all of them have been through basic training, so don't hesitate to arm them but don't expect them to be perfect shots with a sniper rifle or rocket launcher. I'd also recommend only giving the Flamethrowers to the ODSTs, due to them being protected from the flames when using them."

"Good luck. We have a squad on the way to the AA Battery now so we will be able to send you in air support shortly..."

[monkeyjoe14]

I looked at the small armory in the ONI building. I saw that there was little left after I had given portions to the soldiers in the building. There were about five assault rifles, six battle rifles, five rocket launchers and a spartan laser. There was enough fire power to hold off the covenant forces for a while, but we would eventually be over powered.

I needed to figure out a way to get the VIP out of here an-. Just then a thunderous roar erupted and there was a bright flash. I faintly heard someone yell Wraiths. The light vanished and there was a hole where one of the barricades were.

Moments later a group of elites charged towards us. I fired my BR at the Elites and Pat fired at them with a chain gun. Three fell from the hail of fire while two of them fired at Pat. Plasma grazed his helmet as he ducked from fire. I primed a frag and threw it at the two elites who hadn't noticed the fist sized explosive.

There was an eruption as the elites were engulfed in fire. They fell to the ground as they were injured by shrapnel. I ran to Pat after putting a round in both the Elite's skulls, finishing them for good.

"Are you alright", I asked him.

"I have been in closer calls", he said.

I punched the com.

"We have a breach on the first floor, anyone who isn't fighting on the 22nd floor get to the first floor ASAP." I said grabbing a rocket launcher.

The shade turret started to fire inside as I fired a rocket at it. The shade exploded taking the gunner with it.

[toderfoot]

Sgt. Tyler Fote sat strapped into the Pelican seats with the rest of Hotel Squad. He didn't know if they were going to be given a new call-sign once they arrived, so he deceided to go with the last one. He scanned the inside of the Pelican through the orange tactical glasses, giving the three other members of the squad a odd coloring. PFC. Erik Martinez was calibrating his sniper rifle, oblivious to the rocking of the Pelican as plasma shot past, and smaller bolts impacted on the hull of the craft. Cpl. Fernando Rodriquez held the rocket launcher tight, jumping a bit at every shake. Ty chuckled to himself, Nando had never liked flying. Pvt. Port was the only one sitting as Ty was, weapon stuck in the slot and waiting to land at Landing Zone Alpha. The pilot yelled from the cockpit "Alright, brace yourselves for entry"

Ty watched as Martinez shoved the rifle into its slot and Rodriquez gripped his launcher tighter. The temperature in the drop-ship raised as fire formed around them. Fote closed his eyes, feeling himself rushing closer to solid ground. Eventually, they broke through, the Pelican shaking slightly before stabalizing. After a while of flying, the Pelican coasted into a landing alongside several other drop-ships. "Alright Hotel, haul ass!" yelled Fote unstrapping himself as Port hopped out.

As soon as they stepped out, plasma lanced through the air and Ty was thrown sideways, ozone filling his nostrils. The banshee passed over and turned for another run. "Open fire!" yelled Fote from the ground. He was speaking to his squad, but the other marines fired on it as well. Ty stood and grabbed his battle rifle as he ran. The banshee went after him as he fired at it with one hand. Plasma bolts hit the ground behind him. Ty turned and ran back towards the Pelican. The chain guns started spinning, all too slowly to Ty. He heard the scream of the banshee before the sound of a rocket launcher emptying caused him to hit the deck. Rodriquez had opened up with the rocket and caught the banshee straight on it's nose. Debris landed all around him as he stood and said "Nice work Marines!"

Fote reloaded and watched as another shee screamed off. "Alright men, thats was just the icing, that snitch is gonna come back with ground units. We have to be ready to fight them." For some reason, even other sergeants were listening to him. "Set up around here, and be ready to give 'em hell" said Fote before adding "Now I have to go change my pants" he said to the laughter of the Marines.

[elando]

Corporal Daniel Styles - ODST Echo Squad, Fireteam Alpha Leader Serial Number - 37985340

Location: Crossroads, South of Police Station

"Oh Jesus, don't look now but we've got company." Said Davidson, looking over Sgt. Pink's shoulder. At that, Pink turned to see the shape of a Wraith in the distance. As he looked he could see an Elite leading a squad of Grunts near the Wraith, pointing towards them. Suddenly a bright ball of light erupted from the Wraith's turret and arced its way towards the squad.

"GET DOWN! PLASMA MORTAR INCOMING!" Sgt Pink yelled, grabbing up a dufflebag full of explosive charges and, still clutching the rocket launcher, he ran and dived out of the brilliant white and blue explosion of light at the ball of plasma impacted with the ground where he had been standing. "We've gotta do something about that Wraith!" Private Thurlow yelled, as the noise of the first explosion subsided, giving way to a subsequent blast of noise from the Wraith firing its 2nd salvo and the Grunt squad opening fire with inaccurate fire from their plasma pistols. "You don't say!" Replied Sgt Pink. "Sam get to the cover of that car over there and provide sniper fire on that infantry squad. The rest of you, just get to cover."

At that the squad all moved as one. Private Thurlow and Bloomfield set up a sniper position by a burnt out car on the right side of the eastern road on the crossroads. Private Court, Cutting and Leat took up positions behind a bus, along with Corporal Styles while Sgt Pink and Private Davidson ran for the cover of another car. "You feeling lucky?" Sgt Pink asked, turning to Davidson as he looked over the bonnet of the car towards the incoming troops. "Si, you know I was born lucky." Replied Ian. "Alright you cocky bastard, think you can draw that Wraith's fire while I give them a little two barrels of pain?" Sgt Pink said. All the while shots rang out from the squad's battle rifles and Private Thurlow's sniper rifle as it racked up kill after kill on the covenant squad.

Under his helmet, Private Davidson smirked. "Piece of piss." He said and, placing his Assault Rifle on his back he crouched, ready to sprint. "Alright on my mark." Sgt Pink said. He looked over to see plasma fire riddle the car Thurlow and Bloomfield were using as cover, pinning them down. "Run you bastard, run!" Pink shouted, pushing Davidson off the mark. Davidson shot out from cover and managed to cover a few meters in mere seconds. As he did it seemed like a giant crosshair had been painted on him as every one of the Covenant soldiers turned their fire towards him, attempting to get a cheap kill. As they did, Pink side stepped out of cover and, crouching as he did so, hefted the rocket launcher onto his shoulder. Taking careful aim as the Wraith zip zagged, its turret gunner firring wildly towards Davidson, He pulled the trigged.

A rocket leapt from the tube and sped towards the Wraith, followed closely by a second. The first missed by inches and whizzed off behind it, impacting on a building close by. The second, however, found its mark on the Wraith's wing, exploding on impact and sending shrapnel from not only the rocket, but the Wraith itself, flying everywhere. With its wing now damaged the Wraith began to loose power and eventually came to a halt a few meters down the road. As the Driver and Gunner clambered out, Thurlow got a shot off on the Brute Gunner, carving a hole straight through its lightly armoured head. However, his second shot barely missed the Driver but caused it to duck behind the back of the now disabled Wraith.

As Pink ducked back behind the car to reload the launcher he looked over to see where Davidson had got to. Across the road he saw him slide behind to cover of a dumpster which had somehow made its way to the sidewalk. "Bloomfield, how many do you see left?" Shouted Pink. "I count four Grunts, one Brute and an Elite left Sarge!" Replied Bloomfield, his radio crackling as the shots of Thurlows sniper rifle cracked the airwaves. "Thurlow, conserve ammo on that sniper rifle. Let them come in small arms range." Pink said, locking the rocket launcher into place on his back as he gripped his Shotgun.

"Ready grenades, lads." Said Corporal Styles to his fireteam as the crouched behind the bus. "Wait for it..." He peeked round the side of the bus to see the Covenant squad getting closer, the grunts recklessly firing their plasma pistols with complete disregard for aiming. "Go!" Styles yelled, jumping up and sidestepping round the side of the bus, his fireteam in tow as they each lobbed a frag grenade towards the Elite's squad. As each grenade hit the ground and bounced towards the Elite, it roared in rage and a fireball of heat and shrapnel engulfed it and its squad of 4 Grunts. As the smoke cleared the Elite was still standing, its shields flaring. At that Sgt Pink stood up from cover and, while advancing towards the weakened alien, fired off round after round from his shotgun till the Alien finally fell to ground, reduced to a bloody mess.

"Sarge! Watch out!" Yelled Davidson. At that moment Pink turned to be faced with a massive paw swiping across his face, knocking him clean off his feet and onto the ground. "Open Fire!" Shouted Styles as he raised his Battle Rifle to his should and fired at the beserking Brute as it stood over Sgt Pink. Bullet pummeled the giant ape as it stood there roaring in defiance at the squad's attempts to penetrate its thick hide. Suddenly Pink cocked his shotgun and, aiming point blank at the Brute's chest, fired. The power of the shot blew the Brute off its feet, leaving it sprawling on the floor, clutching at the air and gargling as it took its last breath.

"Sound off!" Pink yelled, cocking the shotgun again. "We clear of hostiles?" "Affirmative, Sarge." Said Styles. "Report! Anyone hit?" "Negative, we're all fine." Replied Private Court. "Alright." Said Pink, getting him self to his feet. "Weapons check, reload weapons, secure any plasma grenades and any useful weapons. If that Elite's got an energy sword, take it." "Na, he's just an average joe schmo Elite, Si." Said Davidson as he got up from his place of cover. "The Covenant Nobbs wouldn't let him within 10 foot of an energy sword." "Shame, would of liked one." Said Private Bloomfield. "Yeah, you and ONI both." Said Private Leat as he checked over the bodies for grenades.

"Alright, lets go find Hammy." Said Davidson, equipting his Assault Rifle. "Ok, Ian, you're on point." Replied Pink. "Aww Si, I thought you loved me." Said Davidson with a smirk. "Piss off and get up there would you, before I shoot you myself and save the Covenant the pleasure." Joked Pink. As the squad marched in formation South towards the building which was now home to Lieutenant Hallam's drop pod Private Leat spoke up. "Ian, why do you call him Hammy?" He said. "Oi, save it. There'll be plenty of time for stupid stories later." Snapped Pink.

"In the mean time, keep your head on straight. We're just getting started here..."

[maxii1]

Name: Richard Reilly
Location: Extracting from the Police Station




The Fugitive

“Glover, take Loveridge, Quindlen and Brigner, secure the motor pool, I need an armed van to transport these guys in” Reilly ordered.
That left Pvt. Watson with his shotgun and Rankin with his pistol to keep the prisoners on their best behaviour.
“Leave them to rot” shouted Rankin to the Marine Sergeant.
Reilly flinched at the very thought of such an idea, he took out his own pistol and readied it, toying with the idea of killing the man, another pointless death in a pointless war.
“Catch” he shouted to one of the prisoners, the weapon flying through the bars and into the hands of Lee Mann, a petty thieve. “Thanks, but it’s not my birthday” the prisoner joked walking out of the freshly unlocked cell.
“Hence it’s not gift wrapped” smiled Watson, handing his own sidearm to another freed man.
Rankin swore “They’re bloody criminals, we can’t trust them with guns”
The two armed prisoners and the five unarmed ones all grimaced at the man.
Reilly looked at the seven men and spoke quickly.
”Now, we have orders to evacuate everyone from this police station and escort them to an evacuation point, that includes you, arming you is a risk I’m willing to take for the extra firepower you’ll provide in any clashes with the enemy, does anyone want to stay behind or go it alone?”

“But if they go it alone then they’ll be free” stated an outraged chief inspector.
“Free but doomed, this planet is being evacuated, you understand, come with us and you’ll survive to serve in prison or die with freedom” Reilly reiterated what he had said.
He’d rather the men stayed with him. Rankin it seemed would rather see his convicts dead than armed, he had aimed his pistol at the second armed prisoner and fired, downing the man, then firing twice more killing another two unarmed men.
Reilly acted fast, using the butt of his gun to knock the man to the ground.
“SHIT!” spoke one of the surviving convicts, looking at the murdered three fellow inmates.
“Enemy are in the building!” warned Corporal Glover.
Reilly looked at Watson and stood up, “We’re on the move”
The four offenders looked at what to do.
Lee Mann decided he would join the Marines, another prisoner nicknamed Cliff also joined him. Leaving two men behind, one picked up the gun from Rankin and aimed it at him.
The Chief Inspector stirred from his concussion “Reilly, you can’t leave me with these men” he pleaded.
“So get up” the Sergeant stated as he walked away.
The armed criminal readied his weapon and would have fired if it had not been for the grunts that fell down the second set of stairs, he re-aimed at the alien figures and started firing.
Cliff and Mann moved with Reilly and Watson up the first set of stairs.
Rankin and the unarmed prisoner ran up these stairs to join the Sergeant, leaving the armed man to fend for himself.
He had downed a handful of grunts but now was on the reload, and then an Elite came on the scene. The death was not pretty or sudden; the prisoner whacked the Elite in the face with the gun, then kicking the creature down to the ground, trying to grasp the plasma rifle. The Elite meanwhile had a grip on the mans neck and clicked it back, snapping the neck and leaving the criminal’s body limp, whilst the man had been killed he would not accept defeat, he had failed to get his hands on the rifle but had managed to obtain a sticky grenade.
He had armed it before being killed and now the victorious Elite gave a roar of annoyance that he was about to die from a downed foe’s final act.
The explosion was deafening.
The outcome of the fight a draw.

Reilly led the band of survivors to the motor pool.
Glover and the other men had managed to silence a scouting party in their absence and where now debating over which two vehicles too take.
“The Truck will fit us all in” stated Loveridge.
“Then it’s the truck for us” grinned Reilly.
Glover had volunteered to drive, Watson rode shotgun because as he put it “I’m the only one of us with a shotgun so it’s only fair that I get to”
The others where beside windows where they could shoot out from if needs be, whilst Rankin sat near to Cliff and Mann with a watchful eye.
“Better behave yourself Cliff, Chief’s got his eyes on you”
The muscular man grinned and turned to Rankin “Enjoy the view whilst you can”

“Glover, see if we can catch up with the rest of the convoy” spoke Reilly before radioing Control.
“Reilly here, we’ve evacuated the Police Station, preceding to the Landing Pad, any more orders for us?”

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Sports Stadium

"What took you guys so long?" Sarah asked, tapping her foot.

"We got held up in traffic," Adam grinned.

"Where are the civilians?" Andrew asked.

"Inside, I think. Problem is a Covenant squad entered just as we arrive. And I don't know how many others might be inside."

Adam's smile dropped. "Shit... we gotta move!"

Tom spoke, for once, his mild voice being one hell of a shock to the rest of Indigo. "We should get the civilians out of the stadium and to here, so we can arm them."

Andrew recovered first from Tom's unexpected vocalising, and nodded in agreement. "Alright, you stay here, protect the Warthogs. You should use the turret, and let us know if any more Covenant show up. The rest of us should split up. Sarah, you're with me. We'll go to the right, Ben and Adam, you go left."

"Sounds good, sir," Ben replied, his cocky voice supressed by the fact that they were outnumbered and outgunned by the Covenant inside.

"Move out."

[monkeyjoe14]

"Shit, that was close", Pat said as a plasma bolt raced by.

I aimed the rocket launcher at the wraith and unloaded both rockets into it's shell. The first took out the gunner and it's hatch while the second blasted the driver's head to pieces. The wraith dropped to the ground driver less. A group of brutes fired at me and I ducked avoiding spikes and plasma. I punched the com.

"Mayday, mayday this is sergeant Jack Redsont I need immediate support. Where is that pelican or the warthogs?", I yelled into the com.

I reloaded the rocket launcher and fired at the brutes who were engulfed by the explosion. Meat and bone launched from where they stood. This fight was becoming a losing battle fast.

[dusty]

Eric "Dusty" Zanba


Dusty unloaded his battle rifle into an elite. Oreo grabbed his shoulder "Fall back! Fall back!" The man fighting on the 21st floor began a fighting retreat down to the 20th floor. Dusty reloaded and kneeled out of cover, hitting elites in the chest's with bursts. An elite came running at him, as the battle rifle clicked signaling it was empty. He rolled to the side, brought up is sidearm, and shot the elite 5 times in the side of the head.

it died.

Oreo checked the ammo of the men in a lull, then went over to Vincent. "Allright Vincent, we are running out of ammo, so heres an empty rucksack. Take that to the armory, and grab all the battle rifle, assault rifle, smg, and handgun rounds you can. Grenades too. Take your pistol, leave all else, and hurry your ass up."

Vincent nodded, then took off his radio pack, left his gun sitting there, and ran off down the stairs.

Richard Pressly

8 looked at the snipers "Allright we got to get downstairs, turn away the covenant."

The team nodded.

Richard picked up his lmg, and checked a rough count of rounds in his current belt. 23. He stopped Kendra and grabbed a belt from her pack. Every member of the squad carried ammo for his gun. They went down the stairs and the sound and heat of gunfire washed over them. They sprinted into cover and began to return fire.

Amy picked off targets with her sniper rifle, 8 and Kendra selecting targets to light up that others missed. He lay down, and set up the bipod. He saw a brute, and made up his mind, to ruin it's day. He pulled the trigger. The stream of 23 high velocity rounds, were enough to overpower his shields, punch through his armor, and kill him.

He rolled into cover, and began reloaded his gun. When it was loaded her rolled back into combat firing bursts at brutes.

[amhalibadee]

Major Domo Amha 'Libadee

Amha’s squad, with the edition of Zamis Talwind, stood in the humid compounds of the phantom. Amha’s hoof and shoulder wound was remotely healed by now, leaving only a purple scar. Heads tilted throughout the phantom as the phantoms turrets repeated over and over. Amha was the first to break the pattern and he motioned with his head for the grunts to stand at attention. The phantom slowed to a halt and the grav lift activated and lit up the dim hull of the phantom.

Amha’s new red armor reflected the sunlight and showed gloriously in the still partially intact ruined city. Amha wandered behind a overturned bus and there stood a marine, the marine was surprised and jumped giving Amha the time to fire two bolts of plasma into his stomach. The marine fell onto his back, still alive and Amha walked over and kicked the marine in his jaw, hard. The marines head flew back sending his helmet flying, and lifted his hoof. The marine looked back towards Amha and grabbed his giant hoof right before it sank into his stomach. Amha twisted his hoof and drove it into his gut, making the human gasp for air as his hoof compressed his stomach. The marine made a move to stab his knife into Amha’s foot, but Amha grabbed his hand, which was dwarfed by his own hand, and proceeded to squeeze and snap his wrist. The marine let out a scream of pain, and Amha held his hoof in the marine’s neck, making his scream stop short and gasps replace them. Amha then applied force and shattered the vertebrae in his neck.
“Tal, Zamis, come!” Amha bellowed to his said troops.
“Yes Amha?” Zamis said before noticing the corpse beneath Amha’s hoof
“This human has been separated from its squad; there should be more nearby, Tal ready the grunts and other jackals, Zamis you’re with me.” Amha ordered.

Zamis nodded and Tal just walked towards the apparent position of the rest of Amha's squad. Sure enough the first signs of a human squad wandered from a building. The first one fired, the bullets bouncing off Amha’s shields. Amha fired a couple of rounds from his carbine, and the marine staggered back, another, and his arm flew in the opposite direction, then the third shot made its mark on the side of the marines face. The marine’s squad mates hid behind a building. A marine turned around the corner and fired, the bullets deflected off Tal’s energy shield, and Amha and Zamis fired at the marine, who lowered his gun and fell into cover, surviving the plasma barrage. Screams of marines came from the side of the building the marines where standing in cover on. The marine Amha and Zamis had wounded flew back around the side of the building, dead, with a handful of spikes sticking halfway out of the human. A brute captain emerged from the corner and roared a bellow of victory at the marine and holstered his spiker rifle. A duo of brute minors followed the leader who was clad in blue armor with impressive horn proportions on his helmet, rather than the minors’ own smooth helmet. The brute captain switched his attention to Amha’s squad, who the minor closest to Amha had noticed first. The brute grunted a “Heh” seeing Amha’s mere two kills, opposed to whatever number the marine had with him. The brutes talked amongst themselves, glancing at Amha and grunting a brief laugh now and then. One of the covenant ships, Interior rage, was a brute commanded ship, while the ship Amha had originated from, Dawn of Glory, was a elite ship.
“When did the brutes get the honor of ship command?” Zamis whispered to Amha.
Amha just snaked his head, motioning that everything was fine. “The brutes may ruin the element of surprise, but at least they’ll take a few rounds for us.”

[caster]

Cpl. Leon Carson - ODST - 1MSOB27 - Echo Squad

Beneath Hallam's Beacon

Carson along with both Echo One and Echo Two were held fast against the building. They'd been there for a little bit. Samson as the fire team leader had options in his heads up display the others didn't...After a long moment, Samson's voice came over the comms.

"Echo Alpha, Echo One....Be advised. We're under Hallam, at this time. We will secure his beacon until your arrival."

Renters tapped Carson's shoulder but Carson didn't seem to acknowledge the motion. After a moment Samson's voice was over team comm.

"Alright. Echo One will push to secure the beacon."

"What about being on mission?" Sergeant Koopman asked.

"Already cleared with command. Rochester, Renault, and Koopman head to the roof and sight in on the ONI building. You're on sniper support..." Samson pointed to the other names that were already coming out of his mouth. "Lyons, Long, Rochester....You three will hold at the choke point near the ground floor lobby and stop any incoming assault." Everyone gave small nods before Samson wheeled around the corner with the rest of the squad behind him. Interesting change of events... Carson thought to himself. He knew the ONI building was being pressured, but other units had already disappeared inside. Perhaps holding on the flanks would be best. Most of the enemies seemed intent on taking the building. The fog of war would cover most of Echo's activities....Hopefully.

As the team came to the front lobby entrance a minor brute with a jackal and three grunts had just passed into the lobby. As the team came in it was automatic. A long line of ODST's before they sprayed into the back of the group. Renault was on it, the large caliber round punched through the Brutes armor, overloading it before the combined fire took it down. The grunts had each fallen without so much as an accurate hit...The jackal though, perhaps because of it's speed had rushed through the stairwell door and abandoned the rest of the doomed squad. At that moment the squad broke into the designations Samson had earlier commanded.

Carson along with most of Echo One followed Samson warily up the stairs heading towards Hallam's beacon, his voice filtered through a secure comm, the signal should be strong enough. "Hallam, Samson...Where are you?"

Carson gripped his weapon tighter and struggled to crane his neck up the spiraling stairs checking for contacts. So far there was nothing....Far too quite....Carson kept looking to the dripped alien blood that seemed to bound up the stairs by fours....

Lt. Allison Westbrooke - "Super-six-one"

Eastern City Limits

Allison along with her crew were stranded outside of the city. Several drop ships were reporting sporadic AA throughout the city, and there was a confirmed report of an actual AA battery on the top of the Mag Lev building. The gunships were holding outside the city awaiting orders from the Naval Comptroller or Nikon. For now, the air fury of the 32^nd was stalled...waiting.

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Sports Stadium

"Move in!"

Andrew and Sarah swept into the hall, Assault Rifles raised and ready. It seemed clear, but they both knew that it could be an ambush. They took cautious steps, covering each other as they moved from cover to cover. The door at the other end looked like it had been forced open. They slowly approached it, and stacked up either side of it. Andrew nodded, and they span through, searching for targets. Finding none, they moved through the darkened corridor.

They emerged on the other side, weapons still raised, and continued their search for survivors. Andrew decided to risk checking in on the others, and clicked the radio. "Ben, found anything?"

"Nothing yet, it looks like it's been deserted. There's blood around, but no bodies. I have a bad feel..." there were several gunshots, and over them Andrew just picked out the sound of Grunts yammering. "It's an ambush! We're pinned down about halfway through, it's a Grunt pack. We'll be a bit late meeting you guys, but we'll be there."

"Give 'em hell Marine," Andrew slowly responded, as Sarah nervously looked around. "I don't see anything, could they just be on their side?"

"I don't know, but I doubt it. They're probably waiting around here somewhere..."

They continued the search, moving even more cautiously through the building. "Tom, seen anything?" Andrew asked over the comm.

"Not yet," came the simple reply.

"Alright, keep a look out." Andrew said, while Sarah crouched beside a pillar. "It's splattered with blood, but no bodies..." She remembered what Ben had said just before coming under attack. She franticaly looked around, but didn't see... There! A Grunt's armour was just visible in the balcony above. "AMBUSH!" she screamed, taking cover behind the pillar.

Andrew felt sweat coat his back. He sprinted to a heavy desk, just as the plasma fire began. He ducked behind it, and desperately shoved it over. It would do as temporary cover. He risked a glance around; there were Grunts streaming out of the doors, with a few Elites to boot. "Oh God..." he whispered, as his trembling fingers thumbed the comm. "Mayday, mayday! This is Indigo, we are scattered around the Sports Stadium and are heavily outnumbered! Any available units, respond! Mayday!"

[maxii1]

Name: Private Daniel Shaw
Location: Main Spaceport

Private Shaw and Rafferty had reached the Main Spaceport; it was well guarded with a Company of men standing around in encamped gunning positions.
The Civilians had been safely escorted to the evacuation point, now all that was needed for the rest of Feral Platoon to turn up.
“I heard over the squawker that they where rescuing the prisoners” spoke Shaw as he took a seat on the grass.
Rafferty nodded.
“Wonder if they’ll need a special Pelican to transport them” he added after joining his friend on the grass.
The conversation continued.



Name: Paul Nikon
Location: Orbiting around the City.

“Shit this gets boring fast” exclaimed Gibson with a grin, Nikon half heartedly laughed, he was preoccupied with flying the Pelican.
“Westbrooke, wants your status?” he asked, merely as a pleasantry, as he observed what was going down on the ground around him.

A small message popped up on one of the screens; Main Spaceport: Awaiting Chalk…
Nikon looked at it, some cryptic clue sent by a pen pusher, when would they realise to just type in an order, instead of smaller acronyms and other verbal garbage.
“Gibson, we’re going to the Main Spaceport” he spoke rather gently to his co-pilot then radioed to the rest of Super Squadron; “Any free birdie’s start ferrying civilians now! I don’t want to have to bug out with anyone left on the ground”
And with that Nikon turned the in vehicle sound system on, slamming in a tape and turning up the volume.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now…

[daeron]

Seargeant Louis Bernard
Zeta Squad
Entrance of Garage

Bernard looked in the sky, seeing if he could see anything of importance. The two warthogs, one chain on transport, had made it to the Garage. As they scaled up the floors, they quickly found a stranded group of civilians, crying out for help.

Let's move. Let's pick them up and get back to the LZ again. Bernard said softly over the comlink.

As they approached the group, Bernard eye's widened. There was so many for them to carry, and not enough space for them to be carried in.

"Parron stay on the gun, keep up posted, Lock go over by the railing and see if you can see anything. Johnson, Clark, and Belote on me." Bernard said orderly.

The squad split up as they were told. Parron turned around, aiming out of the garage, right over Lock's head. The others made there way towards Bernard.

"Sir on the way in I spotted a couple vehicles that we can use. I think we can fit about five more in the transport hog, including the passenger seat. Then Belote and Clark grab the other vehicles and use them." Johnson spoke.

"Good idea let's do tha-" Bernard was cut off by the sound of Lock's voice.

"Sir! Spectre incomming two ghost follow. I can't get a shot." Lock screamed.

"Parron keep watch on the entry. Johnson and Belote get the transport vehicle on the roof, with the civilians and all. Clark help the ones that aren't moving in the transport hog up to the roof as well." Bernard ordered as he moved to the chain warthog.

Here he used his radio to contact any eyes above.

"This is Sergeant Louis Bernard of Zeta Company. We are requesting evac on the roof of the Garage. Enemy have begun entering the garage. We need help as quickly as we can." Bernard yelled over the radio.

Instead of a reply he hung the radio link up and took his aim on the entrance. Clark soon rejoined him, as Belote and Johnson stayed on the roof.

"Lock and load. Lock any ghost come between 20 yards of us. It's your ass." Bernard ordered.

Lock grinned as he pushed the safety off his sniper rifle. Soon the first ghost roared in, the second on following, the Spectre was climbing up while the ghosts went ahead to do recon.

Parron opened fire on the first one, awaiting for Lock to be cued in. Soon a sniped rifle shot soared through the air, impaling into the Grunt's head. The ghost was quickly shut off as they did so. The squad then focused on the next one, awaiting for the Spectre to make it's entrance.

[elitedude111]

(I'll try again and if I can't do good this time I'll give up for a while)

Zamis laughed a brief moment after the comment of Amha. When Amha motioned his squad to move on a brute arm grabbed Amha's hand. "I make the commands now!" The other brutes howled, Zamis reached for his energy sword when Amha gave him a look. Then a brute told his commander of coming troops the brutes went back to the building the marines were in. "Tal get Sal and Dag to go to the balcony of the building above us. Sal crouched with his beam rife in hand, his sniper helmet light glowed brightly. While Tal and Dag accompanied him with there carbines.

Then Amha looked at the grunts "Napdap, Faplap, and Dapnap your with us" the grunts followed behind Zamis and Amha as the neared the corner when Zamis looked back at the grunts"Are you guys related." The grunts all muttered to themselves, When the marine group neared our position. Sal fired a laser into the first marines head splattering blood and bone chunks into the air. Zamis managed to get a carbine round into one's shoulder bringing it to it's knees. Amha finished it off with several plasma bolts into it's chest. before any other shots could be fired the brutes jumped on them ripping the humans apart. After most were gone another squad crept up out of sight. All the members had shotguns and attacked the brutes. Cornering them the brute squad was finished.

Amha waited for his soldiers to come down and they continued into an apartment building. A marine squad had built a barricade out of furniture to protect the civilians they were evacuating. We wouldn't have noticed them if it wasn't for one marine who called out"Grenade" and a small object came across the floor. Amha pushed Zamis the closes one to it out of the way and called out" GET DOWN!" Then explosion went off most of the shrapnel was stopped by Zamis's shields. When the marine realized what they did they fired random shots. When they all paused to reload, and Napdap threw a plasma grenade behind the barricade calling out "CATCH!" The blue explosion sent bodies into the air. The team moved on Turning the corner to find a small human girl. She was wearing long pink pajamas, she stared at them and started to giggle at the funny creatures. Zamis spoke out" I know we must kill the humans, but are so dishonorable to harm an innocent child?"

[amhalibadee]

((If I do say so myself its better, but the combat is slightly quick and I wasn’t going to kill of the brutes so quick.))

“It’s dishonorable to kill an unarmed foe, yet alone a child that either of us could kill with one hand.” Amha motioned to the harmless little human.

“The humans and Brutes on the other hand would definitely do this dishonor.” Amha continued.

The child was muttering to itself, obviously concerned about the grenade explosion. The jackals caught up and jumped back noticing the tiny human, and Tal looked at Amha unsure about what to do, and Amha gave him a look inferring to him to stand his ground. The small human started to cling onto Napdap and make inaudible noises and giggling. Napdap pushed the child away and Amha noticed the hunger the jackals exerted, if they would eat grunts this would definitely turn on their appetite. The little girl still clung to Napdap even though he pushed her away multiple times.

“Come, we leave her.” Amha commanded.

The apartment building had a large hole in the ceiling, probably from a wraith mortar. The building’s large, dark, waiting room had multiple civilian corpses and sleeping drones hanging from the ceiling and feasting on their victims. A drone minor noticed Amha’s squad, which was on a balcony on the second floor overlooking the waiting room, and the drones burst into a frenzy. Amha has worked with drones before and prefers them to even wraiths in some circumstances; drones take the enemy attention away from the ground and into the air, allowing him to kill the enemy one way or another. Zamis motioned to Amha; he was standing on the wall on the side of a door. A human squad was fast at work evacuating civilians from the building. Amha drew his carbine, steadied the crosshair on the human’s head and let out a series of shots, penetrating the human’s skull and splattering a civilian with gore. Screams from terrified humans riled up the drones even more and a small swarm was quickly there and swarmed into the room and frenzied. The drone leader landed on a marine guiding civilians down a ladder and clawed at his head and neck area allowing Sal to put a round through his skull. The third and final marine struggled with a commandeered brute bubble shield. Amha used a brute type 2 anti-personal fragmentation grenade or “Spike Grenade” he took from a brute corpse. The bubble shield illuminated just as Amha’s spike grenade landed inside, it detonated and the multiple spikes ricocheted off the walls of the shield and shredded the marine inside his own cover.

[elitedude111]

Amha stared at the dead corpse and roared into the air in victory. Zamis however looked for survivors, coming across a weapon stash he called back to Amha. "Sir I found some weapons that mi-" several rounds hit the rock next to Zamis he ducked behind it as another turret opened fire at Amha and the others. then more fire luckily hit the rock next to Zamis then he yelled to Amha"Where is it coming from!?" Zamis looked over and picked up a rocket launcher and turned around the rock. Then he was hit by a warthog and the launcher fell over by Amha. Zamis held onto thew front as the humans laughed thinking they killed him.

The man on the turret fired back at Amha and kept firing keeping them pinned down form all sides. then he fell off randomly the driver looked back and didn't see him. So they freaked out. After which a scream came form under the warthog" Ahhhhhhhh*squishing noise* ughhhhh*cough*" then a skull covered in blood was thrown up from under the hog onto the driver. Then as the warthog turned back toward Amha the turret started up. The passenger looked back with "oh crap" and several rounds went into the driver and passenger. Then Zamis jumped down from the turret.

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[ My first post, I hope it's okay. Message me if anyone has suggestions please. ]

Absolute and utter chaos surrounded the battle zone. It was nothing Dar wasn't used to - but he preffered to stay as far away from the battle as possible. His current position could be described as "in the shit", and he was jumpy. Plasma explosions, human rifle rounds, Banshee and Pelican's occasionally making passes, howling of Brutes, shouts of humans - it was impossible to make heads or tails of the situation.

Dar and his brother Vok were ordered to make a wide sweep around the LZ and try to come up behind the humans military. What that ment was they had to make there way through human civilian territory. Dar kept glancing up to the left, Vok to the right scanning the buildings that they passed on the desserted roads, mostly keeping an eye out for any humans that may have hole up sniper positions in these buildings. Dar had a slightly easier time, because his Scout Sniper Helmet with that cyclops like eye in center had multiple modes of vision and had been tweaked to help pick up signs of human life and could easily distinguish them from Covenant.

Dar paused for a moment glancing straight ahead and noticed a small squad of humans providing cover fire - for, what he couldn't see. Quickly he squawked at his brother before running off to the side and leaping up a few feet onto the side of one of the buildings. The thick claws on Dar's feet and hands allowed them to sink into the sides of the building as he quickly scaled up the side of the wall a few meters before coming to a rest on a ledge. He slowly pulled the sniper rifle from his back and leveled it towards the group - he would just watch them for a few moments, the Covenant tech allowed the translator that was built into his Scout helmet to link up distance via the Beam Rifle - thought it was rarely a clear connection. "Eva - as man we can. ODS dea ng ith ONI Spooks", was as best a translation as he could pick up. Dar was not fully versed in the human's language so a lot of their codes didn't make any sense to him. This information was useless. He squawked twice at Vok.

Vok powered on his Wrist Gauntlet Energy Shield with his left hand and held it out infront of him. With his right hand he reach over and pulled up his Plasma Pistol. He took position dead center in the middle of the abandoned road, and began charging a single plasma shot. He didn't bother to over-charge it - he was just the distraction. Vok fired the shot towards the squad of human marines, and it slammed into the cover infront of them starting to melt it away.

There was not hesitation all the marines turned at once like a well oiled machine and started to open fire on Vok. His eyes widened for a moment and he clenched his left fist as if making a fist would strengthen his shield and he watched with wide eyes everything coming at him - even with the shield it took nerves to be able to stand there and watch the fire coming at you - the Elite at least gave them credit for that, if nothing else.

Dar watched the events unfold as he began to pick is target - on human marine started to speak into the radio "Ambu--" was all that Dar heard, that translation was one he understood. The trigger was pulled and a concentrated beam of energy flowed from the rifle. It was silent - but the light from the energy could be seen a mile away. The round struck the human marine using the radio directly in the chest, he fired again and hit him in the chest for good measure. Now there was no translation, only fading screams of agony.

The three remaining human marines changed their pattern of fire, quickly looking up at Dar - who had no cover and no energy shield. They only did that for half a second though before realizing the Jackal was out of range with their assault rifles. In that moment though Vok unleashed a barage of plasma bolts that went veering towards the humans. It was never about killing them, if he did that was huge bonus but the humans worked well when concentrated. The Jackals had picked up on that and needed to use confusion to tear them apart.

One of the humans was hit in the leg by a plasma bolt, but reacted quickly by removing the armor plating that surrounded his leg. The humans decided to make a tacticle retreat quickly moving to the other side of their barrier, one moved just in time to be narrowly missed by Dar's beam rifle, but it went clean through the barrier. Dar cursed under his breath.

"They are calling for reinforcements - let's get out of here. We distracted them enough for the moment..." He chirped down towards his Vok who nodded and began to slowly back up keeping his shield up until he felt he was at a safe enough distance he de-activated his shield and began to climb the side of the building and got to the ledge that Dar was on - who happened to be covering him with the Beam Rifle the whole time.

Vok aimed his plasma pistol at the glass window they were next to on the ledge and shattered it before climbing into the abandoned room of what was a human office. Once satisfied it was clear, he chriped twice, Dar attached the beam rifle onto his back and climbed into the window.

Dar's eyes widened with excitment as they settled onto a shiny paper weight that lay on a desk, a worthless item by human standards. He snatched it up without hesitation. Absolute and utter chaos surrounded the battle zone outside, as these two Jackals continued.

[Soulstep]

Corporal Andrew Deiran Pinned Down in Sports Stadium

"I repeat, this is Indigo, mayday! We are pinned down in the Sports Stadium and are heavily outnumbered! Mayday!" Andrew yelled into the comm, on a general broadcast. He fired off the remainder of his clip at a knot of Grunts, before spinning back behind the pillar and reloading. He and Sarah were dangerously close on ammo, and the Covenant forces just seemed to keep coming. Luckily, the Elites were hanging back, content to watch the Grunts slowly encircle them. If he hadn't been trained for this kind of thing, he would most likely be dead by now. He thumbed the radio, "Ben, you still alive?"

"Yes sir, it was just a wandering patrol, we took them down pretty quickly. We've found a small group of civilians, and we've been holding out. Orders?"

Andrew felt slight relief. "Get them out of here, move back to Tom and use the Warthogs to evac them. And when you get there, I hope to God you'll bring something back."

"Yes sir... Good luck."

"Thanks, Marine. We need all the luck we can get."

Lieutenant Wreck (NPC) Landing Point Charlie

"I repeat, this is Indigo, mayday! We are pinned down in the Sports Stadium and are heavily outnumbered! Mayday!"

"Ahh shit!" Lieutenant Wreck hissed, as he switched the comm channel. "Command, requesting a Scorpion to be dropped off at Landing Point Charlie, over."

"Sir?" queried one of the nearby Sergeants.

"We need a tank if we're gonna get those men out. That area is hot, I wouldn't doubt there's Wraiths around there."

"But it's just 5 marines, sir. Is it really worth risking a tank for them?"

Wreck turned and stared the man in the eyes. "It's not just them. There are civilians in that stadium, marine. And we have orders to pull them out. Are you saying we should abandon the objective? Disobey orders?"

"No, sir," the panicing man whispered.

"That's what I thought." Wreck sternly answered, before returning to the comm.

[maxii1]

Name: Richard Reilly
Location: Crash at Crossroads, near Main Spaceport

Corporal Glover was driving the Police Truck. “It handles like a pig!” he audibly complained, the three prisoners laughed at the bad joke whilst the marines just rolled their eyes.
Watson was sitting beside the driver, eager to use the shotgun to take down any overtaking enemy.

Quindlen had pulled out his revolver, shouldering the sniper rifle; it would only be a waste of ammo if he attempted to use it on the go. The same was of Brigner however he had a pistol for his side arm.
Reilly looked at Chief Inspector Rankin with cold eyes “Your murdering bastard” he uttered in a low voice. Rankin pretended he hadn’t heard what had been said, however the three prisoners had heard the Sergeant and agreed.
Loveridge looked over to Reilly with a look of warning.
Glover swore loudly, the truck was coming up towards a parked Shadow, an inattentive gunner sleeping.
Instead of trying to flank the enemy position, Glover was intent on ramming the Large Purple Enemy Craft.
“Hang on!” he warned to his passengers, as the tough truck ploughed into the Shadow at full speed. The purple covenant vehicle slammed into a wall, squashed by the large police lorry.

“Buggered it up!” Corporal Glover exclaimed at the status of the vehicle.
“That’s Police Property” piped up a petrified Rankin. Reilly told the man to shut up and then ordered the men to disembark. Loveridge took point with his Battle Rifle, followed by Reilly, Cliff and Mann.

Reilly ordered Loveridge to take the non-squaddies into the nearest building, the two snipers followed suit, leaving Watson and Glover in the vehicle.
Watson disembarked and nodded to Reilly with his shotgun ready to fire at any advancing enemy, Glover took slightly longer to get out, he had damaged one of his legs in the crash, he didn’t complain but Reilly could see tears well up in his friends face.
He ran over and helped his Corporal to hobble over to the rest of the men.