The Legacy Of A UNSC Marine

[Rastafari]

Note: I made this a while ago and hasnt been well editted, but see what you think, theres alot more to be posted.


January 2, 2553 09:32 P.M.
Earth, South America, New Mombasa,
UNSC Dropship pelican echo 223

“No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. You win the war, by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country!”
~George S. Patton~



Diego peered out of the back of the pelican at the beautiful glowing sunset. He thought to himself how this may be his last time he’d see it. The pelican jolted at the slight turbulence from a near by plasma explosion. He swiftly pulled his head into the head rest on the seat and stiffened his neck. The pelican shuddered heavily then halted. He let out a sigh of relief and loosened his neck.
He peered over at Sgt. Haivner and noticed a look of fear in his eyes, never had he seen that look in his eyes in the five years he had spent under his command. He knew that if Sgt. Haivner was scared, Diego should be three times as scared.
A sudden deafening rumble roared over top of the pelican as two longsword fighters raced overhead. “Sergeant ETA 5 minutes, main L.Z. is a broken Home changing course, over.” The pilot explained.
“What does that mean sergeant?” asked a young private named Benson.
“it means that the Covenant have overran the L.Z. and are using it as their own!” the sergeant said as he placed a cigar in his mouth and lit it.
Diego placed a hand on a metallic green helmet, he lifted it off his arm rest and fastened it snug on his bald head. The other men were doing the same, they slammed new clips into their MA5B rifles and their M7 SMG’s. They placed extra Mag’s in there ammo pouches on their metallic armor. Diego inspected a clip then slipped it into his M6C pistol, cocked it then holstered it. Then he slammed a fresh clip into his MA5B, cocked the action then laid it gently on his legs.
He peered at the sunset one last time as it drifted behind a large building. He turned his head and peered up at the ceiling, It glowed a metallic green like all UNSC metal. Chains and netting clattered as they hung from the roof. Another plasma explosion shook the pelican; Diego clenched his teeth together and felt fear overwhelm him. He felt a hand placed onto his shoulder, he looked over to see Jeremy holding his shoulder for comfort. “You’ll be alright man.” He said, trying to make Diego feel better. Diego nodded his head then leaned back into his chair.
He thought about his wife on Merrora, hoping that the covenant had not iced that planet like they did Reach and all the others. He hoped he could return to his morning toast and eggs, on a nice dewy morning in his yellow farm house. He hoped to return to be nagged daily about repairing the head gasket of her Virecka sports car or painting the house a nice creamy beige color. He thought of his son Ben playing in the field with his German shepherd Taz.
A voice over the radio broke his train of thought and he snapped back to his squad. “ETA 30 seconds its going to be a hot drop, over.” The pilot explained over the radio right as a plasma flak projectile shook the ship.
“Alright dropship 163 and 142 you go in first, 223 come in third, 59 you cover the rear until they’re all off then drop your squad!” Said Captain Mackey.
Mackey was the captain of the ship ‘Terror Inbred’ which hovered 1000 meters over top of New Mombasa in the air firing upon a covenant capital ship with three other UNSC ships. At that moment Diego realized there is no where safe to be. The Mac guns and UNSC earth defense fleets were at the throats of the invading Covenant capital ships in space, and it was no picnic on earth. The drop ship shuddered and its speed decreased. “163 and 142 are unloaded prepare to drop!” the pilot stated.
“Alright marines make it quick go, go, go!” Yelled Sgt. Haivner. Diego grasped his MA5B rifle as tightly as he could then launched himself off the back of the pelican. Not until he was in mid air did he notice the pelican was five meters off the ground. “Dammit!” Yelled Diego as his feet pounded the ground on contact. He rolled the whole time grasping the rifle. He rolled up into a tactical ready stance; he raised the MA5B so the scope was in line with his eye. He kneeled and the scanned the area with the rifle still aligned with his eye. “Clear!” he yelled. The area around him was clouded with dust but he new it was clear.
He heard ten other men’s feet slamming against the metallic floor of the pelican. He herd the quick puffs of breath as they hopped off, followed by large amounts of cursing as the made contact with the pavement. “Form up men,” Commanded Haivner to all the squads, Diego lowered his rifle stood up and made his way to Sgt. Haivner, “I want Alpha team (Diego’s team) to capture a lookout post on capital Ave, bring Private Jones and his radio with you. Charley team make an HQ in the defendable buildings around this area, Bravo you do the same. Delta your with me, there is a Covenant cannon over by Hotel Exodus, if the pelicans are going to land safely we need that thing destroyed. Move Out and make me proud!”
“Hoorah!"

[Rastafari]

January 2, 2553, 8:21 P.M.
Earth, 1000 meters above New Mombasa, South America
Aboard UNSC Command ship, Terror Inbred


Connor sat up desperately from his sleep, he panted and felt the sweat dripping down his neck. Large blasts shook the ship. Their was a large clattering noise inside his washroom as his items fell off the counter, a bottle of shaving cream rolled out of the door. He stared as it rolled underneath his bed.
Connor stood up and pulled the thin Camo blanket off of him. He slid a drawer on his night stand open and pulled out a key. He made his way over to a hole in the wall. He slipped the key in the hole and twisted it 90 degrees. Large clattering noises echoed through the room from behind the wall. A large metal plate slowly disappeared into the roof but was interrupted before anything behind the wall was visible, a large clattering explosion shook the large gas giant more fiercely this time. Frustrated at the metal walls malfunction he planted a kick square in the middle of wall. “You stupid piece of sh-” his sentence was cut off as the wall started it way to the top again.
“I got the power” he said in a proud, boasting voice.
“Corporal Connor Somali,” said an A.I. voice over his room intercom, “you are to report to air bay 211-A on deck 11.”
“Thank you Tina.”
“Oh and you should thank me for fixing your dressing room wall.”
Connor Blushed and replied “yah thank you, now don’t watch me get dressed!” he turned to where the wall was and gazed upon his UNSC Naval uniform and armor. He paced himself as he slipped it on so that it was fine enough to exceed the expectation of the hardest drill sergeant in the UNSC. He leaned his head from side to side to let his neck let out a deafening crack. It felt nice, he quickly stretched then pulled his MA5B rifle off the weapons rack. He cocked the action, attached the sling and whipped it around his neck.
He grabbed an extra clip, inspected it, and then slipped it in a pocket on his armor.
He walked to the door. It opened and he made his way out when he was joined by Ben Saraba. “I’ve been waiting for you like five minutes, you are a very bad morning person!” Ben explained, taunting Connor. Ben has Been Connors co-pilot for 3 years, after his last one was killed by a lucky shot from a covenant Seraph fighter, he had no choice but to take Ben under his wing. They stepped onto an elevator, and made their way to deck 11.
A large bang vibrated through the ship again. “What’s going on do you know?” asked Connor.
“ The Terror Inbred, Ace of Spades, SS. Annihilator, lame name yes and the Bravo Falcon all engaged a covenant capital ship that’s been dropping troops into new Mombasa.” Ben explained being as intelligent as possible in front of his superior officer.
The elevator doors opened to the stressed face of Captain Mackey. Connor and Ben snapped a salute. Mackay raised his hand slowly to his forehead then lowered it. “At ease men,” Mackey said in a firm but slightly kind voice, “we’ve got a job for you ,it is at top priority. The men are diminishing on the surface and our men are volunteering to go to the surface to reinforce them. They need escorts since all of their longswords are engaging that capital ship. Escort their pelicans to the surface. I want you to take out all of the covenant drop ship’s you can find. Now the men are going to be looking for anything that could effect the safe landing of their troops so be ready to bomb any coordinates uploaded to you.”
The men snapped another salute and bolted off to bay 211-A. They arrived at a bulkhead, 11 meters high and 15 meters wide. They peered up at a viewing box overlooking the bay doors. It hovered 13 meters above the floor. Connor Signaled to the man inside, he pushed a lever forward. The Metal bulkhead began to screech open, revealing a large wedge shaped metallic longsword fighter. It gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
“Its freshly polished Comrade.” Stated an engineer, he stepped down the sloping entrance.
“Thank you private Alexy, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Said Connor.
Alexy whipped his greasy hands off on an oil covered rag. He tossed the ignition key at Connor. He lifted his hand and the keys made their way into his grasp. “Ammo is restocked, you are doubled up on bombs, and I put a couple of my favorites in the weapons storage locker. I filled a crate with MA5B ammo for you Connor, and another of SMG ammo for you Ben. I also got rid of that sensitive trigger on your SMG Ben. And a little Thruster boost to get you going!” explained Alexy.
“You didn’t have to do all that man.”
“After what they did to my home planet of reach and my home country of Poles. I will do anything possible to weaken those Damn creatures!”
“Well we got to go, stay alive man; my Bird would be boring without you!” said Connor as he made his way up the ramp. He saluted Alexy then closed the metal hatch.

[Rastafari]

January 1, 2553 11:42 P.M.
Earth, New Mombasa, South America
Outside Destroyed El Montoro Mansion, Main courtyard
Second Squad, 5th infantry Div.


The fence beside the entrance had been flattened. Most likely by a wraith tank before the mansion was engulfed with plasma and flames. The six men crept past the fallen gate and made their way behind a long row of shrubs. Their were flames in the main corridor surrounding the busted fountain. The men removed their helmets and placed a pair of infra-red goggles over their eyes.
Derrick zoomed in and scanned the flames and reported what he saw. “I got three Elites on guard, three tents around the fountain. Methane is being pumped into two of them meaning that they are for grunts. Theirs a very large one probably for elites and jackals, and a small shadow turret with… one grunt manning it. The wraith that broke the fence is unmanned, empty the hatch is open,” he removed his goggles and looked at the squad, “ I think it would be fun to capture one of those.”
The men nodded at their scout and looked at the team captain. “Cant argue with that logic!” whispered a strong looking man, that already had grey hair.
“Alright I want Charley and Rico to flank them on the right, Baker and Malice the left. Derrick and I are going up the middle to secure that tank! Now get to it.” Whispered the captain with an expression of hope in his voice.
Derrick gripped his rifle hefted the stock to his shoulder and waited for the command. The other four men moved their flanks. When they got in position the Captain began to count down, 3, 2, 1, Go! Rico planted a three round burst into the shoulder of the grunt in the Shadow. Baker and Charley hailed a fire storm of SMG rounds on the elites. Their shields failed, two of them toppled over in a pile of florescent purple blood, the other launched himself behind tent for cover to let his shield recharge. But he had his chance, Derrick Barged out of the bush and ran full speed firing at the elite. After twelve rounds had turned the elites head into purple deformed mush, Derrick seized fire.
The Derrick and the Captain moved up towards the tents weapons pointed. Malice activated a grenade and heaved it into the methane filled tent. “Grenade!” Yelled the sergeant. The men ducked for cover as the explosion made contact with the methane engulfing the air in large amounts of flame. Charley raised his head up to see if the coast was clear, but the moment his head lifted the fallen tree he was behind was melted away slowly by a barrage of plasma fire from an angry elite and three Jackals.
“Cover fire, I’m going for the tank!” yelled Malice, the vehicles expert. He knows how to run every vehicle the humans or the covenant have created.
Rico and charley popped out from hiding behind a fallen pillar and released a storm of MA5B and SMG fire on the Jackals who had made a shield around the elite. They returned fire, Malice was almost there when a jackal caught a glimpse of him. It turned charged it pistol until it glowed a blinding Green, then released it into the chest of the marine. He collapsed shoulder first onto the ground. The captain fired a round from his M6C pistol in the distracted jackals head. Its shield deactivated and it toppled over in ball on the ground.
The captain turned to the other Covenant and emptied a clip in the group. Baker looked over to Malice who grasped his burning wound in pain. He reached out into Bakers direction, then weakened, his body went limp as his arm touched the ground.
“No!” Yelled Baker. He activated his last Grenade and launched it into the Group of Covenant. It detonated sending the Jackals into the air and The Elite who was standing over it into seven Pieces. Baker ran into the field to Malice’s Body, he kneeled and pulled some Bio-foam out of his med pack, He placed his hand on Malice’s, he felt no pulse.

[Rastafari]

January 2, 2553 09:50 P.M.
Earth, South America, New Mombasa,
Capital and Fifth Street
Alpha Team

Roger moved forward down the street to behind burning car underneath a palm tree. He rested the body of his S2 AM Sniper on the cars hood and scanned the area down the road. “Clear.” He said as he moved his eye from the scope. The six other men made their way behind the car and Palm tree one by one. When the fifth man was about to make his way across the street a small hovering ghost craft appeared at a four way intersection. It had a small purple body and resembled a motorcycle. “Get Down,” Whispered Roger in a stern voice, “ Jeremy Get the M19 Launcher ready this is going to be an easy take down!”
“No,” interrupted Diego as he pointed at the intersection, “it’s a scout, it drives 20 meters ahead of the wraiths or Spectre’s in its convoy.” Roger hesitated a moment.
“alright I hope your sure, Knox get the second launcher ready, anything important in that convoy is going down!”
The two men rested their Launcher on the width of there shoulder. They steadied the weapon so it pointed at the intersection. A pair of ghosts past through the intersection, the elites riding them peered around at the empty streets, and then sped off. Following them came the fluorescent glow of purplish blue plasma. The large body of a wraith tank slowly made its way into the line of sight. “Jeremy get a lock on it, wait you here that?” ordered Rodger. They peered around in every direction looking for a sound of waves in the ocean.
“There! Banshees at twelve a’ clock.” said Diego. They looked up to see a sky littered with banshees. It resembled a flock of seagulls that hovered over the rancid smell of a dump . “There must be a least a hundred of them!” said McConnell. But it was to late, a sudden flash erupted as a rocket flew from the M19 launcher. “oh s*** what did you do!” yelled Diego. The rocket flew and collided with the cockpit of the wraith tank erupting in an explosion of flame and plasma. The tank hovered for a moment then all its systems shut down and it dropped with a thud onto the ground.
The entire fleet of banshees overhead turned their attention to the 7 men. A large green fuel rod bolt came crashing down from a banshee onto a car 2 meters away from the men. It exploded into a melted ball of flame, and then rolled from its new position on its side to upside down. The team scrambled into alleys on separate sides of the road. Diego launched himself through a dry cleaning buildings window. Glass shattered stabbing into his neck and hands. Plasma fire blew down the door and melted away the metal wall.
Knox and McConnell opened fire, their battle rifles blared as the bullets were ricocheting off the hull of the banshees. Jeremy and Omali fired their SMG’s at the covenant elites who had followed the destroyed wraith to the intersection. The road was slowly being melted away by plasma fire. Roger emptied a clip into a group of five grunts, a bullet collided with the grunts methane tank and a ball of flame erupted engulfing the surviving grunts in flames. Diego pushed himself against the plasma covered wall for cover from a banshee that was swooping in.
Everything was a blur to him, all he could here and see was plasma and bullets everywhere, rockets and fuel rods flew back and fourth. The burning hull of a banshee tore through the door way as it tumbled out of the sky. Debris flew in every direction, troops and covenant let out cries of pain. Diego turned and unleashed a barrage of bullets into the cockpit of a banshee, it spiraled and collided with the ground. A fuel rod hit in front of the car private Jones had been ducked behind. It flipped into the air and landed a foot away from the cowering soldier, he turned, ran and jumped into the dry cleaner with Diego.
Diego unleashed another barrage of rounds into another banshee. Its controls failed and it spun out of control and crashed through the roof of a two story duplex. A couple of ghosts and one wraith tank came into view at the intersection followed by ten elites and fifteen grunts. The wraith unloaded one of its massive blobs of burning plasma into the wall of the building beside McConnell and Knox. Knox had dropped his M19 in the middle of the road. It still had one rocket in it, unlike like Jeremy, who had used all his rockets on the hovering banshees and now had to resort to using his side arm. Roger however was nowhere to be seen.
A large booming noise came from a window of a sand brick and metal house. A white streak followed a bullet that had pierced the skull of one of the ghosts rider. That explained where Roger had went. The wraith had spotted him and was slowly turning its direction to fire at Roger. Diego had his chance, all the ground covenant were distracted by McConnell, Knox, Jeremy and Omali. The banshees had lost there formation and were colliding into each other, and the second ghost had been picked off by Roger.
Diego sprinted, he could fell his heart beating in his fore head, over the melted body of a car threw the ruble of a destroyed wall. He dived onto the ground as a plasma bolt whizzed by his head. His sweat burned his eyes, he reached and grasped the handle of the M19 on the ground. He hefted it so it rested on his shoulder, aimed and fired. The wraith tank was just charging up when the rocket collided with the cannon. There was an explosion followed by plasma bursting out of the tank as it exploded from the inside, the tank became a million pieces of super heated metal, and it rained down on the intersection like ashes. “I definitely owe you one Diego.” Said roger gratefully over the radio.
“its no sweat man, I do it everyday.” Said Diego, boasting about it. Diego got up and raced his way into the building Roger had hid in.

[Rastafari]

January 2, 2553, 9:02 P.M.
Earth, South America, skies of new Mombasa
Longsword Victor Romeo Golf 8

The landing gear of the longsword pulled up into the ships body as they cleared the landing bay. “Gears up, all clear we’re lucky we’re on this side of the ship.” Said Ben obviously relieved he had to do less fighting.
“ one of these days kid your going to be like me, wishing we could blow the hell out of those damn covenant.” Connor replied.
“Hey I just want to get out of here and back to my wife and kids, you know?” Ben as he double checked the engine’s status.
“Yah I’m with you on that brother.” said Connor, as he looked over the weapons diagnostics. There was a gleam in the distance, three of them. “What are those?” asked Connor scanning trying to I.D. the UFO’s. A small targeting screen zoomed in on one them. Connor yelled to Ben “ we got three seraph fighters coming in fast, tell the pelicans to hold!”
The longsword swooped forward to the seraph trio’s left flank. They took an arrow head formation. The ones on each side made a lazy dip to the lift to try and intercept the longsword, as the one in the middle kept flying. Connor noticed there was something attached to it. “ dammed covenant, their trying to suicide run into the launch bays!” Connor yelled. He pulled the trigger as the ships targeting aligned with one of the fighters. Large tracer’s of armor piercing bullets speed through the sky and collided with the hull of the enemy fighter. It blew smoke and pulled up.
“kind of Looks like this isn’t going to be very easy.” Ben Said trying to liven up the adrenaline in the situation. A large green fuel rod bolt collided with the longsword’s roof. The metallic skin melted off and peeled away as Connor accelerated. “ fourth contact behind!” yelled Ben. The longsword spiraled in evasive action. The third seraph had the longsword’s right flank.
There was a sudden failure in the smoking second seraph. It hit an air pocket and shuddered. Two of its three engines blew out and it spiraled to the to the burning surface of earth. That was Connors chance, he dipped the large metallic body of the ship to the right, just in time to avoid the out-come of a large barrage of plasma fire. But the longsword had sloped into the third seraphs targeting retinal.

Kamamee had the infidel in the targeting of his seraph fighter. His two large fingers rapped around the firing trigger. But then another one of the damned human pest’s had intercepted the fight and Kamamee was right in its line of fire. His ship turned red on the inside from a red beam of light. A small siren screeched through the cockpit, he had been locked onto, he had no time to fire at the original pest he had targeted.
He pushed forward on the control stick and his fighter dropped a steep 90 degrees and headed straight for the aliens retched hive called earth. He could go to the planet but he would be labeled a deserter and would be hunted by his superiors. Besides Ranamee should at least get cover for his Kamikaze run into the enemy ships bay. He pulled, the red flashed on but it was two seconds late, the missile punctured Kamamee’s cockpit the internal systems discharged the ship became a ball of purplish orange ball of flame. Kamamee became nothing more then vapor as the burning hull tumbled to earth.

“thank you Gary, I owe you one big one. I’ll take the last fighter you follow that kamikaze!” Connor armed a N902 HS heat seeking missile. A bright blast came from the bottom of the left wing as a red metal tube soared through the sky. The smokey trail behind came closer and closer to the Seraph until there was a booming noise that echoed through the sky. The ship tumbled out of the sky in a thousand pieces.
Gary gained speed to catch the seraph which had slipped pass a frigate the tumbled down to earth from space. It’s large metallic body filled with melted metal and plasma scorches. The fighter blew past the wreckage and accelerated. Gary let out a large burst of 50mm armor piercing rounds at the seraph. But the seraph was to fast, it danced through the sky as bullet’s whizzed by it. The ship tumbled left and headed straight for one of the shuttle bays. Gary let out an echoing “No!” as the kamikaze fighter collided with a bay full of naval and engineering personnel. Connor watched in horror as the bay became a fire pit engulfing all the men inside. “ It’s to late, we have to go help the pelicans, their taking off now.” Ben said into his ear.
Smoke trickled out of the ship, Connor took one last look the flipped the longsword around.

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January 2, 2553, 12:42 A.M.
Earth, South America, New Mombasa
Dread man avenue, Mombasa Inn
Second Squad, 5th infantry Div.


The squad moved down the street, the low purple glow that came from the bottom of the wraith. It took him a while without Malice alive anymore, but the captain had figured out the controls for the wraith. There was no covenant soldiers around them at the time. Baker and Rico had stormed into a melted down inn and stolen some supplies. The street was littered with wreckage. About twenty melted down cars made obstacles along the middle of the street. The was a mangled wraith that had been severed in half by a scorpion tank, which had also been blown apart by plasma fire. Several dead elites, jackals, grunts and O.D.S.T. bodies scattered along the road. Each one hosed away by fire from their enemy.
Derrick enjoyed the quick rest as the team halted their progress. The glow from the large bulbous tank faded as the captain pressed the hatch open and stepped out. He strode across the blood stained road to Derrick and the others. “ grab their tags and ammo. We have to keep going and find some survivors.” Captain explained pressing the steel toe of his boot into an elites neck.
“yes sir,” said Derrick, sidestepping over to a fallen O.D.S.T. , “wait sir these bodies tags are gone, someone already took them. Their ammo’s gone too.”
“ hmm… that means that there are survivors,” said the captain examining the open casket of a charred grunt, “ the battle must have taken place at least twenty minutes ago, they cant have gone far.”
Just as the last words echoed through the night sky, the sizzling whine of a plasma bolt whipped against the heavy metal sheeting on the wraith. “ contacts… holy mother of god… lots of contacts!” yelled Charley, stunned by the group of elites that had rounded the corner.
“everyone open up!” the captain yelled even after Rico put down a couple grunts with a hose of SMG fire. Derrick felt as if a rock had hit the bottom of his stomach. He had let out 14 bursts of semi automatic fire into the chest of an elite. It’s shield flared and dissipated, then the limp body toppled head over heals. Everyone was gone, Charley and Baker disappeared, Rico had fallen over, Derrick was unsure if he was hit or not. Captain had ran the opposite direction. Derrick fired from behind a car that was missing the entire top and had melted to the pavement.
The car was slowly wearing away as plasma peeled it’s skin. Derrick wished he new where Captain had gone, just then his question was answered. A large bluish-white blob massed over his head and collided with the small platoon of elites, vaporizing them and sending three grunts and two jackals wailing through the air. It also sent a car rocketing through the air doing loops as it went then landed on the burning hull of the destroyed wraith.
The wraith had to recharge, it wasn’t fast enough, Charley and Baker unleashed a couple grenades into the intersection where a some grunts took cover. They were hurled through the air and splattered their shiny blood against a wall. Two ghost’s rounded the corner then another platoon of seven elites followed by an enemy controlled wraith. “ We are defiantly outnumbered!” yelled derrick weaving between cars as they were melted away.
Charley switched his MA5B too automatic then pounded away at the elites. Their shields sparked and two of them toppled over, another flung a plasma grenade at charley. It whizzed through the air and landed on the marines shoulder guard. “ oh damn no!” he yelled. Derrick couldn’t bare to watch as the three extra seconds of Charley’s life ticked away.
“ Not today!” yelled baker. He ripped apart the straps in the marines shoulder protection with a single tug then hurled it into the sky. It preached through the sky like fire works and then slowly faded into dust.
Two large blobs crisscrossed each other through the sky and landed on opposite ends of the street. The covenant’s plasma bead landed off target and disintegrated a wall on a building. The Captains hit smack dab on top of a ghost and combusted it into smoke and flames. Baker tended at a wound on Charley’s shoulder that he had sustained during the time the plasma grenade took occupancy on the marine’s shoulder. The infantry uniform had been burn through and he had minor burns on his shoulder.
It was no hope they were out numbered, another wraith rounded the corner followed by a pair of hunters. A banshee had just emerged from over top of a building when it was shredded to pieces by machine gun fire. The large metallic body of the pelican moved swiftly through the moon lit sky. “Now!” yelled the voice of another human. Shudders on the windows that covered the walls of the building’s burst open and gunfire rattled. The tracer’s from an Mg punctured through the skulls of the ghost riders and the hunters. MA5B and M7 rounds blew away the ground troops as they desperately tried to make a stand.
The fire ravaged them, seven elites and 3 grunts escaped the barrage. They took cover behind the wraiths, which was not the brightest place. A longsword fighter swooped overhead and dropped light bombs on the bubble shaped wraith. One bomb hit the target blowing it and the troops cowering behind it away, the other missed and imploded a building. It collapsed creating a large cloud of dust and sand into the air. Impaired by the low visibility one of the hidden marines fired a rocket from his M19, it collided with the with the smooth textured vehicle and created another explosion. Dust filtered into the dark night, as the often crackle of gunfire erupted when one of the marines would find a hidden covenant. The men emerged from the building, one group was attacked by a pair of grunts, one got a lucky shot off his plasma pistol as it soared through the air and collided with a marines face, a quick MA5B round finished them off.
Thirty to forty men had concealed themselves in the buildings waiting to strike. “ nice to see you guys.” Said the Captain making small talk with the sergeant.
“that’s a mighty fine vehicle you got there.” Said the sergeant pointing at the wraith. Derrick didn’t worry about that, he raced over to Rico. H e had been able to get back on his feet there was blood all over him. “ what happened Rico?” asked Derrick.
“I slipped in the blood and had a nice comfortable nap.” Rico replied.
Red lights blinked on and off as the pelicans approached. They landed dropping troops and vehicles and picking up wounded. A scorpion tank and five warthogs were dropped and 40 troops.
“ where are we going now?” asked Rico as he approached the surviving sergeant.
“ we’re taking this battle to them, lets get on that and take it for our own!” the sergeant said as if he were chanting it, and looked up at the large covenant vessel that hovered high over head. “ but for now get some rest, we got a lot of work to do.”