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Halo Chronicles: Project Lazarus- Chapter 1

Halo Chronicles: Project Lazarus- Chapter 1

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Fort Echo stands as the only thing between massive Covenant ground forces and ATLAS Base. Defend it with your life....

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Introduction

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"Sir, I'm receiving a encrypted message. It appears to be a distress signal."

"Load the message, Lisa, and bring it on screen."

"Yes, Sir. Processing encryption key."


A woman in a lab coat appears on screen. She was obviously rushed and her breath was coming in short, fast breaths. "This is Dr. Nakchawi of the ONI research facility 314, callsign: ATLAS Base. If anyone-" A muffled explosion causes her to stop and look over her shoulder nervously. Her voice drops lower, but she continues to speak fast and urgently. "If anyone is watching this, we have come under heavy Covenant attack. Our defensive AA grid is failing and our personel are being being slaughtered. Please send support or rescue at once. This facility holds vit-" The sounds of gunfire and yelling seem to be drawing closer to the woman's location. She looks over her shoulder again at something off-camera. "We are conducting vital research on a project that will greatly greatly aid the war effort. I must stress the importance that this project not fall into Covenant hands. It may be the key to ending the war. We have only a handful of security personel garrisoned at our location.Please send aid immediately." There is the sound of another explosion. The camera shakes violently, and the picture goes black for a moment before returning. "Hello? Please, I don't know how much longer we have. Our coordinates are-" Without any warning, the message cuts out.
>>Transmission Lost<<


"Lisa, run a trace. Find this... ATLAS Base."

"Aye, Captain. Tracing.... Complete. I have it's coordinates, Sir."

"Plot a new course, Lisa. Take us there at once. Let's get those people out of there."





Some time earlier, and this is what you know....
The year is 2553.... and we thought it'd be a year of peace. The Prophet of Truth is dead, the Elites have rebelled against the Covenant, and the greatest hero humanity has ever known gave his life to make this possible. But the war.... the war didn't end. The Prophet of Truth has become a martyr in the eyes of the remaining covenant, and they are driven by sheer revenge and the hopes that they can redeem themselves in the eyes of their Gods. All this, and they still want their damn Great Journey. Fine. They want extinction so bad? Let's give it to them. That's what the game is now, people. An extinction game. Us or them. All that matters now are the numbers, and that''s a fight we're losing. We're low on weapons, resources, troops, ships, and worst of all..... we're low on hope.

Humanity has payed a heavy toll, but the meter's still running. ONI has been a problem solver for us before, and their promising one last rabbit out of the hat. Project: Lazerus. And that's your role in this. You are a marine, and a damn good one. You were conscripted by ONI to an unregistered outpost in the Iliad system. Transferred and posted at Fort Echo, a fortress safeguarding the entrance to a massive horseshoe canyon which ONI has incorporated into their grand design of ATLAS Base. The mountain ridge is lined with AA installations, and ATLAS itself is built into the enormous mountain at the far North end of the canyon. Those AA guns keep you safe from most of the Covenant's smaller aircraft, while the Arm of Orion keeps the Dreadnoughts away.

Capable of shooting frigates, cruisers, flag ships, and dreadnoughts out of orbit, the Arm of Orion MAC system is the shield you've all been hiding behind. But like all shields, there are ways around it. A massive ground force has been moved into position to assault your location, seeking to breach your perimeter and move on to ATLAS Base. Your communications are being jammed, ATLAS can't send you any fire support, and your an unregistered colony. Which means don't expect the UNSC to come in and save the day. Or the Elites. There's still lakes of bad blood between our races that no ones quite gotten over yet. This means you're on your own, and you are doomed to lose.

But.... you don't know any of this. Communication with ATLAS just went out, and you think it's just a storm. Well, a storm is coming. Gear up marine! Did I give you permission to bitch?






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Toggle Rules

  • I am the all powerful omnipotent God of this universe. I belch thunder and shoot lightning bolts from out my arse. Do not trifle with me. My word is law, and my laws are ever changing.

  • This is a survival RP, and I hold the right to kill off your characters as I see fit. Be sure to include enough detail in your post to show why your current action should not result in getting tagged by a plasma grenade or bitch-slapped by a Brute.

  • One character is fine, but the max is three.

  • Must be literate in English, okay with harsh language, and not bothered by alien and/or human gore to apply for this rp.

  • Please be realistic with your equipment. Sniper rifles and rocket launchers are heavy, so carrying both would be very difficult and unpractical.

  • Remember that you are a marine, not a spartan. You do not have formal training in Covenant weaponry or vehicles. You can not rip off a turret and tout it around as a personal minigun. You can not use a Spartan Laser, as they weigh a quarter ton and have a helluva kick. They were made for Spartans for a reason. Also, you can not melee a brute to death, those who try will find out that punching something three times your size and six times your strength ends very, very, very badly. For you. You have been warned.

  • Please keep track of your ammo and update your sheet. The base is well stocked, so there's not going to be a shortage of bullets provided you go and get them.

  • If you have a question about anything, ask me in OOC or via PM. I'll answer to the best of my ability, and I only bite off one arm :D

  • This RP is meant to sort out the Halo fans from the rest. Those who show good grammar, planning, and knowledge of the Halo lore are entitled to earn "special rewards" in the next installment.

  • If you have some guess as to what "Project: Lazarus" is, PM it to me but don't post it in OOC. I'd like to keep it a surprise to some people.

  • I know rules suck, but the goal here is to have fun. Be nice to your fellow players and go kick some ugly ass.

  • To make sure you read these rules type at the bottom of your character sheet what weapons Sgt. Johnson's platoon had back when he joined the Corps. when "we didn't have no fancy schmancy tanks." (You can PM me if you don't get the reference)

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ONI Outpost 314

ONI Outpost 314 by RolePlayGateway

It's a cold, desolate, and rocky world. No one in their right mind would stay here. Maybe that says something about ONI.

Fort Echo

Fort Echo by RolePlayGateway

This is our line in the snow. We can't back up, and we're not backing down.

The Trench

The Trench by RolePlayGateway

This covers the trench, the sandbag nests, and the foxholes.

The Pill Box

The Pill Box by RolePlayGateway

Self Explanatory.

The Snow Covered Plains

The Snow Covered Plains by RolePlayGateway

Covers everything South of the trench.

The Forward Wall

The Forward Wall by RolePlayGateway

This covers everything on the wall as well as the towers.

The Command Center

The Command Center by RolePlayGateway

This covers the strategy room, the command center, and Major Braxx's personal quarters.

The Barracks

The Barracks by RolePlayGateway

Get your hands off your rifle and get out of bed, trooper.

The Yard

The Yard by RolePlayGateway

The main floor of the fort. This covers the loading bay, the road leading through the base, and anything that's not inside the other compounds.

The East Sniper's Den

The East Sniper's Den by RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Alpha, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The West Sniper's Den

The West Sniper's Den by RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Bravo, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The Armory

The Armory by RolePlayGateway

If it's suppose to kill things, it's in here. There's probably even a couple of sticks and a rock in here somewhere....

the Comms Tower

the Comms Tower by RolePlayGateway

Why are you in here?

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Character Portrait: Jack Carter Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
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Jack waited as the humming of Covenant vehicles grew closer, which he could surprisingly hear over the blizzard and through his helmet. He looked over his small squad: Private Barnes; Private, First Class Noble; Private Beam; and Lance Corporal Daniels. Each man was raring to go as much as Jack was. He'd drilled these men enough that they all knew better than to disobey orders and so they waited.

"Infantry... prepare to engage." He heard over the built-in radio.

"Get ready boys! Await the command, but be ready for hell to break loose! And get ready to bring hell to the Covenant as well!" The squad straightened immediately and Jack watched as Beam loaded a round into his mounted grenade launcher, which had been apparently forgotten before then.

Just a little bit longer...
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Meanwhile...

"Infantry..... prepare to engage." Shane heard the command and took a deep breath.

Then Dalton gave his prebattle speech to the men: "You heard the Major! Get your asses ready for some fun! I want rifles at the ready and scopes being used effectively. And you'd better not miss, either!" he added. "I want to see that training in action, I want to see accuracy you aren't physically capable of, soldiers! Don't you let me down or I'll make damn sure you do a five laps around the whole base for every wasted bullet, and that means non-fatal injuries!"

Accuracy wasn't guaranteed, but Shane wasn't about to let a war injury put him down. He'd take the running over dying any day. He flipped the safety off, put a round in the chamber, and rested the butt of his battle rifle against his left shoulder, ready to bring it up and fire at any given moment.

The setting changes from The Trench to Halo universe. Future sci-fi.

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Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Sarah Laughlin Character Portrait: Greyson L. Turner Character Portrait: Valerie Mallard
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Shit, shit, shit, shit, shitty, shit, McShit-shit.

So goes Laughlin's internal monologue as they're all called up to the line. She stands agaisnt the wall and raises her rifle, using its barrel to push asside some of the accumulated snow on the rim so that her comparatively short 5'6" self can get a good view downrange without having to ask for a step ladder. The driving blizzard immediately pelts her in the face despite the snug snowmask, making sure to frost up her left-eye HUD for good measure until she rubs it irritably with her thumb.

Dalton's speech goes in one ear and barely registered before it flies out the other, logged under "Oorah, motivation, kill." If nothing else, though, the normality of such a traditional Marine pep-talk did help to settle her nerves. Sure. This was just a normal day. A little cold, a little dangerous, but normal. So dont screw up or everyone would laugh.

Holding her breath against the biting wind and squinting across the snowfield, the distant noise seems to keep getting louder without actually revealing itself. At least there were -some- advantages. For instance, the overcast from the blizzard meant they werent worrying about snow blindness just now. Secondly, if they couldnt see the Covenant, it was a good bet that the Covenant couldnt see them, either.

Her silent point is proven. A grunt, used to their icy methane home and so faster in it than some other beings, manifests in the distance when the blowing snow reveals him. Squat, ugly, mean little bastard. His distinct armor and pebbly dark skin is such a sudden contrast to the shadowy shapes and shades of white that Laughlin startles with a loud yelp, finger reflexively jerking the trigger of her rifle. Three hot bullets sizzle through the snow in a burst, 'walking' up the alien body as she forgets to hold tight enough to prevent that rising recoil.

With a squeal and a miniature font of irridescent blood, the grunt falls back and disappears as the snowstorm sweeps up again.

Transfixed, the Corporal stares for a long moment, before she remembers to breathe.

"I got him.... I GOT HIM!" She shouts, thumping Greyson - who was next to her - on the shoulder.

And then, as if it were a signal, the covenant is there. Plasma streaks across the space and alien shapes press towards them in the snow. Laughlin ducks with another yelp to avoid having revenge taken on her face as, all down the line, Marines open fire and make their reply with ferocious human lead.

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Character Portrait: Alexander K Waddell
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Alex smiled a bitter sweet smile as he saw the grunt die and heard "Alpha wolves..." A voice came through over the channel "First kill." Alex looked back at his men most seeming to be getting in a competitive mind set taking that as a challenge. It was tradition for Alpha and Bravo teams to compete to see who did best, needles to say Alpha normally came out on top but Alex was going to make sure that he would lead his men to victory.

"Oh so that's how its going to be" Brendon said excepting the challenge. Before Alex could get a word in a wake of ghost charged in but were blown to bits from the overwhelming firepower the rest of the base laid down. Alex only got off two shots. the first one missing a grunts head by a few centimeter, the second his one in its wing causing the vehicle to go out of control and crash into the ghost bedside it causing them to both crash and burn. It was a satisfying kill but little in comparison to they devastation the base had caused to the attackers.

"That was too easy, keep your eyes open men" Alex said to his team "I mean it would be kinda hard to aim with your eyes closed now wouldn't it" some of the men chuckled at this "After all we need to show Alpha team who is the better shot" most of his men cheered at this were as Brendon just grunted. Alex reloaded his rifle as he saw the next wave approaching. Grunts piled upon grunts ridding prowlers if they we not so intent on killing all of them he might have thought it to be funny. A grunt rush, oh fun

Alex washed as they advanced into the kill box. Alex looked though he scope, alining his cross hairs over a week point in there framework, the bare that connected one of there two fins to the main frame, luckily the grunts were not covering this vital point on there vehicle. Alex put his finger on the trigger feeling the cool metal on his skill, felt the scope become an extension of his eye and the barrel his arm. Alex took in a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew stare and true as it hit the mark, destroying the alien metal casing the fin to brake off. The vehicle flipped over itself sending the crew flying, most of them landing on the hard snow killing them on impact were as one somehow managed to fly onto a Prowler surviving. Surprised at this Alex fired three more shots aimed at the driver only to have the last one hit, causing it to crash into a rock killing all of the grunts except for the one who had survived the first crash. "I do not know how the Hell that son of a bitch survived but I am so going to kill that grunt" Alex said to himself both in an angry and surprised matter "What would those fools in Alpha team think if they hear that I could not kill a single grunt"!

The setting changes from Halo universe. Future sci-fi. to Fort Echo

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Character Portrait: Eddy Slater Character Portrait: Jack Carter Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx Character Portrait: Dalton Conway Character Portrait: Sarah Laughlin Character Portrait: Greyson L. Turner Character Portrait: Alexander k. Waddell Character Portrait: Valerie Mallard Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
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East Sniper's Den



Slater watched, finger intently on his trigger, as finally a kill-zone was established. He watched as Alex on the opposing team downed a prowler with a single, well-placed shot. Not bad, he thought. Though seeing as how the Sgt. lost his cool and wasted three shots on one survivor. Ed could understand being pissed. When a sniper pulls a trick shot like that, any survivors are usually taken as an insult to the shooter's skill. But not being level headed enough to line up your next shot properly? Waddell was better than that. Bryce, the gunny to Ed's right, began with the usual trash talk.

"What's the matter, Bravo? Can't hit the broudside of a gr-"

"Stow it, Corporal." Ed snapped at him.

"Sir?"

"In a drill, in the range, the competitive crap is fine. But this is real. This is war, and I won't tolerate that shit under my command. Do it again and I will have you demoted. Am I understood?"

".......Yes Sir, Sgt. Slater Sir."



The Forward Wall



Braxx heard over the comms chatter that Corp. Laughlin was the first to bag one. He knew this was her first time under live fire, so congratulations were due. "Nicely done, Corporal. When this is done, the first beer is on me. But don't let it go to your head" he snickered. The grin on his face didn't last long, though, as he notice something..... odd. The prowlers were spaced apart, and charging in perfectly even lines. This forced the turrets to split the fire between them evenly, which their armor could easily absorb, or focus on them one at a time. Either way, this little maneuver effectively lowered their casualties and practically guaranteed that the majority of their troops would make it to the front lines. The grunt-rush was piling up, and fast.

Anyone who dealt with brutes for more than two firefights knew that they were generally straightforward when it came to combat. Charging forward with savage brutality, they didn't waste time attempting strategy and relied on force to when the fight. They got the name "brute" for a reason. But these kinds of tactics were a good bit out of the norm for them.

"All deployments, focus fire on the Prowlers. Take out their pilots when their exposed. Conway, things are going to get a little heavy. Stay frosty and drop 'em as they line up. Carter, the mini-me's are piling up, keep your men on stand-by. I'd like not to give your presence away this early, but I'm trusting you not to jump the gun here. You can question my good judgement later, just keep those torches lit and at the ready."

Slater piped up over the comms as he saw the tell-tale movement over the rocky outcrops. "Major, I got bird-heads moving in to give fire support. Confirming orders to make these birdies go bye-bye."

"Confirmed, make the feathers fl-" Braxx was cut off by the roar of Hornet engines over his head. Jean dived the Covenant's front line, letting loose with a missile volley and gunning down two Prowlers.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Lieutenant, you are disobeying a direct order! I told you to land that bird!" the Major barked over the hornet's channel. It's pilot commed back "I can flank and cut off their retreat!" but Braxx wasn't going to have it. "Neg-o-tive, Jean. Land that bird or I will have your flight status revoked!" "Major, I can get eyes on where their reinforcements are coming from. That'd at least give us an idea on where their forward base is!" The Major sighed with a loud growl. She obviously wasn't going to budge on this, so he had to relent. "Alright, god damn it. But if you start catching any stray or direct fire, you are to return to the pad immediately. That is not up for debate. Understand, Lieutenant?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" Jean purred over the channel, sending a rocket into a cluster of jackals. Each gave a warbling scream as they were jettisoned through the air. "Heads up, Major. Second wave of ghost inbound. ETA.... uhhh.... now."

The setting changes from Fort Echo to The Trench

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Dalton had to admit that as far as first blood's go, Laughlin had one of the more comedic ones. Apparently, Braxx thought so too, as he promised her a round when this was over. It was far from tactful, but a kill is a kill. That meant as far as score goes, it's UNSC: 1, Covenenant: 0 (Excluding the other base). Now if only they could go flawless......

From what Conway gathered, a prowler was downed by them as well, only it took more bullets that necessary to kill the pilot. Waddell was lucky he wasn't part of Dalton's troops right now, or he'd have about fifteen laps or so around the base already. He'd be off to a bad start, so to say.

Dalton heard the occasional sound of gunfire from some of the frontmost of his men trying to get a few shots off on some grunts. He smiled as he saw a couple of them drop lifeless in the snow, but was also moderately disappointed in himself for not arming up before arriving. Well, it was his mistake and he'd have to live with it for the moment.

"All deployments, focus fire on the Prowlers. Take out their pilots when their exposed. Conway, things are going to get a little heavy. Stay frosty and drop 'em as they line up. Carter, the mini-me's are piling up, keep your men on stand-by. I'd like not to give your presence away this early, but I'm trusting you not to jump the gun here. You can question my good judgement later, just keep those torches lit and at the ready."

Now that he was 'officially' allowed to give an order to fire, Dalton didn't hesitate in the least. Once more did he address his troops. "Alright men. Focus on those ugly little mugs of their's and take paced shots. Don't let them near us, or you aren't going to be happy in the least." he paced from the back slowly, as really it was all he could do. The air was now filled with sporadic gunfire, the men who previously held off from firing were now not doing so. Dalton watched the battlefield, and almost felt sorry for one of the grunts who, unfortunately, got caught with a hail of led. It looked just like he had a grenade stuck in his throat and it finally decided to detonate. The prowler it was driving simply slowed to a complete stop, strangely.

*Boom...boomboomboom*

"Eh?" Dalton raised a questioning eyebrow to the sudden appearance of a hornet that let loose a series of missles and then tore up a few prowlers. Conway knew that that had to be a denial of orders, as Braxx would know the importance of keeping their air support's presence hidden. The smile he had from the death of the multiple grunts and prowlers had dropped because he was... unpleased. Yet, Braxx would handle this, and Dalton could focus on his own task at hand. "Osier, remember basic training! Squeeze, don't pull that damn trigger, and fire at a pace!" he reminded a marine who, as far as Dalton could tell, couldn't hit the broadside of a barn if his life depended on it. He kept pulling up.

Kids these days.

The setting changes from The Trench to Halo universe. Future sci-fi.

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Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys
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Jean ignored the Major's command and flew straight, right into the horde. The wind created a lot of turbulence but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Once the Major threatened Jean's license she got worried and nearly gave in but the Major cracked first and gave her access. She flew right past the Covenant numbers and searched for the reinforcements. "Major I found them, they're just less than a click away." She informed the Major and turned the Hornet around to fly back around to the main fight.

Jean steadied her hornet above the trenches, Jean prepared the guns and artillery. She aimed at the groups most likely to take the base out. "Sir, I have an opening, want me to take it?"

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It was madness, wasnt it? Plasma comming in, bullets going out. Shouts and yells and alien screams. The roar of the Hornet's engines overwhelm the wail of the swarming Prowlers, but the snow prevents anything but the view of a big shadow. Not that Laughlin was busy sky-gazing.

The Corporal kept her rifle downrange, shooting at anything that opened itself up. She could never really tell if she'd hit or not, with how often the Covenant were quick to reply and force her head back down under the trench. There was no more snow in front of her. A close shot from a Prowler's guns had flash-boiled it, and made the bare dirt beneath hot to the touch besides. Freezing five minutes before, now she was soaked in sweat and panting for air.

"Christ on a crutch, how many are -out- there?!" She wonders out loud, sliding down the wall of the trench to sit on the firing bench while she reloads, tossing the empty mag into a growing pile of similar cases.

The Marine assigned to pop fresh rounds into those spent mags shrugs and tosses her a fresh one.

Hell, I thought the war was over! No one said shit about this when I signed up!

Wiggling the magazine into its place and giving it a securing smack in the palm of her glove, Laughlin does get a chance to look up briefly at the gray skies, "Storm's still really bad... Do you think we're going to call in for reinforcements?"

Laughlin didnt wait for an answer. It was really a rhetorical question, anyway. Unless the Major called on a drastically over-encoded channel, she'd know about it. Standing back up on the bench, she ducked sharpley as a plasma grenade's explosion sends ice flying, giving it a half-second to settle before she lifts her rifle to shoot a reply back into the Covenant lines. There were enough of them that they were pushing. What were just vehicles and dark shapes were now distict alien bodies.

In the famous words of the equally famous SgtMaj Johnson... this was gonna get hot.

5 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jack Carter Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx Character Portrait: Alexander k. Waddell Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
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"All deployments, focus fire on the Prowlers. Take out their pilots when their exposed. Conway, things are going to get a little heavy. Stay frosty and drop 'em as they line up. Carter, the mini-me's are piling up, keep your men on stand-by. I'd like not to give your presence away this early, but I'm trusting you not to jump the gun here. You can question my good judgement later, just keep those torches lit and at the ready."

Jack let out a deep breath as the thought of torching some Covenant ass rose to the forefront of his mind, but he obeyed the orders. "Steady, the lot of you. We'll get our chance to shine. And we'll light these bastards up in the galaxy's biggest fucking bonfire!" The other four Hellbringers nodded and many prepared their starting stances for when they would wade through the Covenant forces, throwing napalm everywhere.

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Shane fired his battle rifle, sticking to a single shot per target as he peered through the scope. Grunt after grunt fell, with only three shots missing due to his body still not being used to holding the weapon in his forced ass backwards manner. He kept his bad eye closed and his ears open for any nearby sounds.

As luck would have it, Shane spotted a prowler moving in. The first shot bounced off the brute gunner's helmet. "Oh for fuck's sake..." He muttered as he took the next shot. And managed to knock the helmet from the brute's head, exposing him even better to the snipers and other soldiers.

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The Major was unnerved, this was way too many forces for just prodding defenses. The Grunts were just pushing closer and closer to the trenches, some of them dying less than ten feet from the sand-bag nests. The only relief Braxx got was when his eye in the sky spotted the source of the reinforcements. Lt. Harveys' voice commed in over his channel, "Sir, I have an opening, want me to take it?" "High altitude strafing runs only, Lieutenant. No more cowboy stunts" the Bear replied, taking a pause in his turret fire. The rattatat of his gun resumed, as he tried to aerate one of the Brutes that were still shuttling Grunts. His teeth gnashed on the butt of his cigar as he tried to find a better solution to this problem.

"Conway, check the line and make sure anti-armor aren't slacking off again, like that last drill."

"Major, multiple plasma-based ordinance incoming. Estimated fire-source being 22 Revenant class assault crafts."

The bleak, gray background lit up with scattered pink streaking lights. Long distance attempts to scatter resistance forces. Our resistance. They were pulling shock and awe tactics. The Major was dumb-struck. What in the hell was going on here? Brutes aren't that smart! It wasn't till he realized that those shots were going to be surprisingly accurate that he snapped out of it. One mortar in particular caught his eye, as it's angle-of-trajectory was heading his way.

"Incoming! Everyone Take Cover!" Those were the only words he could get out in time As he dove away from the encroaching ball of death. As he and several other marines hit the deck, bright fuchsia flames and searing, white hot liquid explodes and completely encompass the turret. The metal floor screeches and warps, blackening around the edges of the now glowing steel. Braxx didn't waste time worrying about possible flak or aftershock, as he sprung to his feet. His thoughts were only about his men. He stormed his way off the wall, retrieving a shotgun and assault rifle off a gun rack.

"Scramble all medics, and get any wounded off the field. Prioritize those God damn Revenants for any anti-armor and all turrets. The Grunts are going to breach, but we can deal with them. Tell Carter to recover, regroup, and reply with napalm. All Wolf-Teams are to deploy railguns. Those bastards may be light armored, but we have to take them out now. And..... note any casualties."

His voice dropped at the thought. Why were the Covenant wasting such effort on what logically should have been a light incursion? If they could spare this much meat for the grinder...... how big was their main force? He began thinking out loud.

"There's no way in hell they could have mobilized so much so fast. How long were they planning this?"

"Sir?"

"This has to have something to do with that damn base. They're doing something those ball-sacks out there don't want completed."

"But sir-"

"I'm getting answers, damn it. I'm not risking my marines without knowing what the hell we're guarding."

"Yes, sir, but-"

"What the hell is that MAC even doing? How'd Covy even get here? God damn it, you'd think we'd get more warning than this. Trooper. Hand me those frags."

"Sir!"

"What?"

"Where are you going?"

"Where do you think? I'm going out to the trench to hold this God damn hunk of frozen crap with the rest of those marines, who all just got shafted harder than I did!"

And with that, Braxx stormed out into the biting frost, the sounds of war drowning out the AI's voice in his ear as she burned holes through his logic. He didn't care, he would bleed with his men. Promptly spotting the Captain, he addressed the man and tossed him the rifle. Carter was scrambling to his feet, Mallard was attending the wounded, and all down the line marines leapt back to their posts. Though it seemed that their lines broke long enough for the Grunts to be upon them, as one of the horrid little monsters waddled over the lip of the trench, firing pink shards at a couple troops. It quickly stopped, prompted by the feel of a large metal barrel under it's chin. "Aw, crap!" was all it said, before luminescent blue spray through the air and out the very large hole in it's head. Braxx huddled down and popped two more of the miniature aliens. The fact that they were in shotgun range was proof enough that it was time.

"Carter! Now!"

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Shane backed as close to the wall as he could and then rolled to avoid the blast radius of the plasma. It was warm... a feeling Shane hadn't felt in a long ass time. He reveled in the heat and switched hands as the grunt wave came upon them. He switched hands on his battle rifle and started shooting as a reflex. Grunt after grunt fell to his shots, though many returned fire. They missed, barely in some case and by a large margin in others. As he was killing, he saw a massive hulk nearby.

It was the Major.

Dodging a plasma grenade, that exploded and sent another wave of heat over him, Shane slowly worked his way towards his C.O. "How bad is it, sir?" He asked, as one grunt tried a kamikaze attack and was shot before it could even get ten feet from the edge of the trench.

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Jack looked up in time to see the plasma. As it was, there was only one way to be safe from the artillery. "Into the hole! Now!" The squad of Hellbringers raced back inside and waited for the bombardment to be over. Looking over his squad, Jack ground his teeth together.

If that was how the Covenant was going to play it...

He motioned for the squad to go back outside and stood at the ready. The grunts were getting close. Too close. Just as he was about to disobey orders and signal his squad to counterattack, he heard the words he was dying to hear. "Carter! Now!"

"Okay boys, form up and light 'em up! Remember our equal opportunity policy with the Covenant! Every last one of these motherfuckers dies here!" The squad formed a wedge with Jack taking point, Beam and Noble to either side of him and Barnes and Daniels taking on the outside part of the wedge.

Jack started walking out towards the enemy, leading his men to the very front of the wave of Covenant forces. As soon as he saw the first grunt get close enough, he started spraying napalm, bathing the alien force in the liquid fire. To both of his sides, his squad was doing exactly the same. Not even the prowlers were safe as Barnes sprayed the brute occupants of a couple of them. There was no need to do much in the way of dodging. The wedge was creating a protective 100 meter radius of fire that obscured the group of Hellbringers from view, so most shots went wide or could be dodged by spreading out the formation a little before tightening back up.

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Shane stiffened, shocked by the destructive force the Major had just ordered onto the battlefield. The fire melted the snow and the napalm stuck to the ground, burning fiercely until the water from the snow put it out, only to be replaced with fire a little further than the last line in the snow.

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Greyson could swear he heard his heart beating as he hit the dirt from the artillery, chunks of ice and snow and debris feel around him and his legs heaved with pulses of pain. His chest felt like it had been shattered under a Warthogs tire, not that he'd know how that felt. Soon he lifted his head slowly and looked about the area around him, his vision obscured lightly. Felt like a hard tackle during Rugby, he thought. He finally found his Light Machine gun lying among the snow and reached out for it, grasping and dragging it to him. His reflexes returned to normal and he rose to his feet, clambering back into the cover of the Trench wall.

The Lion's lungs heaved as he waited. 3...2...1... He peaked out from behind cover and let loose small malestorm of lead and fire from his weapon. Spraying down a group of advancing Grunts with a loud war-cry. The Aussie had obviously been doing his job, support fire. Because many Grunts hit the deck or were suppressed by the spray of 50. Mag rounds. However, the weapon was soon drained of ammunition. The fire rate heavy. Greyson ducked back behind cover and began slow process of reloading.

However, as he was reloading The Hellbringers stepped up, he turned and watched, yelling in joy and hate for the enemy as they were burned alive in the pit of Naplam these men brought to the field. The battle was really getting started now. He just hoped he'd survive the whole mess.

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"GET DOWN!"

It'd been all Laughlin had heared above the din of battle. Her eyes and attention had all been on the ground, increasingly frustrated and worried as the press of Covenant just got closer and closer no matter how many rounds she put into them. In the first few minutes, when they were a comfortable distance away, the Corporal fancied herself quite the veteran, now, having stared down the enemy and popped his ugly face. But then they'd just kept comming, and the bitter panic had crept up into the back of her throat.

Another Marine - she'd never learn who - grabbed the comm gear on her back and bodily pulled her down off the wall as her world suddenly became screaming light and boiling heat.

When the corporal's senses returned, sound was all muffled thuds and ringing. Everything hurt, and it took her a few seconds of blinking up at the blue-gray sky to fully realize what that fuzzy black shape leering down at her was. The Jackal was all but salivating at the trench full of Marines who hadnt immediately made it back to cover, and lifted its rounded pistol menacingly.

And then the heat was back, but this time in the form of Hell's own fire belched from Jack's boys as they howled a vicious reply. The Jackal - or rather the screaming torch that it'd become - fell backwards onto the snowmelt mud and out of sight. Laughlin groaned as she rolled off her pack and onto her stomach, scrambling briefly on her hands and boots to get out from under the line of Hellbringers and back into relative safety.

Sticking a finger in her ear to wiggle it clear of the ringing just makes her yelp with the ice-pick pain it caused, and the glovetip comes away bloody. There are only so many Hellbringers, and the grunts are jumping into the trenches where they can. Laughlin chases her rifle, hanging by its sling, before fumbling it back up to her shoulder and crouching at her corner, shooting at the first shape that's less than 5' tall and not squawking IFF.

She really hoped the Major called for help soon. This wasnt fun anymore

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Conway wasn't too happy with the fact that he was having to re-teach some of these imbeciles how to fire a gun in the middle of a live firefight. There weren't too much, thankfully, but a couple of these so-called 'marines' weren't hitting anything but the snow beneath their targets, or were running the risk of nailing their one bird in the air.

Dalton was fed up by the time he received orders from Braxx.

"Conway, check the line and make sure anti-armor aren't slacking off again, like that last drill."

"Will do." came Conway's reply as he remembered that other problem he had with his men. Anti-armor was much, much more important that teaching his men, who should know how to fire a damn gun, how to shoot in the middle of this shitstorm, and so he went to check on his heavy-armed men, who were hiding on either sides of the main trenches. There were marines armed with rocket launchers, marines carrying grenade launchers, and a good-sized chunk of marines with sniper rifles. Of course these snipers were meant for anti-vehicle, not infantry, and with a few well-placed shots from their rifles, a even a Wraith wouldn't stand much of a chance.

"What the hell are you doing wasting all that ammo on grunts, soldiers? We've got purple-pounders inbound, and I don't like them getting close, you hear? Vehicles take top priority over infanty, and as for expolosives? I want you to wait until they are within RANGE before you try to fire. Same for everyone else." Dalton wasn't done there, and went to give out more instruction when...

"Mortar rounds incoming!"

*Boom!* *BANG!*

Not only did the sound of the purple plasma smacking into the ground fill the air, but various screams and a few death cries as well. Conway managed to jump his way out of lethal radius, but one of the explosions managed to send him a few feet into the air and almost burning his arm horribly. As he pushed himself off the ground, he coughed and shook his head to rid himself of the ringing. That hurt, but he'd been through worse, and wouldn't be thrown out of the game just yet. Not while his men were still alive. "Anyone heavies still alive: Kill those goddamned Revenants!" he barked an order he couldn't personally hear just yet.

His hands weren't staying still, his fingers were itching to be used to pull the trigger to whatever gun they could, and Dalton was about to scavenge a weapon off one of his now-deceased men when Braxx spared him that effort, and tossed him a good rifle. Now he was feeling better. "I don't remember these aliens using such tactics under Brute command, sir." Dalton began as he kneeled down and pumped well-placed rounds into grunts that were way too close for comfort. Braxx was using a shotgun.... and getting kills. How the hell did they get so close? The Captain managed three more grunts before being forced to swap his magazine for a new one. "Whatever this implies, I don't like it one bit."

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Greyson was in the middle of reloading his SAW as he heard the shout go out for Heavies. The Aussie's brain clicked, he knew this was his calling. He strapped his Heavy LMG onto his chest, the strap backwards to give room for his rocket launcher and ammo. His hands then wrapped themselves around said heavy weapon on his back and pulled it forward and off its magnetic holster. "I need cover fire! I need cover fire! Anti-Armor here!" He shouted out in his drawl, the accent's color making it a tad bit easier to be heard over both his mic and the actual air about them.

As a few marines did as he asked and fended the infantry off about him, he popped from cover and prepared himself. Everything seemed to be going slower as Revenant came into a range, firing and hitting the wall behind them. He could hear his own breathe as he gripped the cold, steel, heavy cylinder on his shoulder. The rocket tube covered in ice and snow. He closed his eyes and then fired one of the explosives toward the vehicle. The rocket buzzed through the air and slammed one of the small artillery vehicles head on, causing a meddly of purple and blue flashed and the screaming of a Brute pilot being disintegrated slowly by a mixture of stray plasma fire and flames from the blast of the needle headed tube of death the human race called a rocket.

The Lion went to fire another rocket before sprays of plasma streaked near him and nearly clipped his head, ducking just in time. One of the two marines next to him not so lucky. He cursed and spat, knowing this position was useless now, he began crawling down the trench, nearing the Captain and Major before sliding into cover and crying out again for more support, the infantry pushing up from place to place making it nearly impossible for him to get another shot out.

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The Major slouched behind the wall of frozen Earth, taking a moment to place fresh shells in his shotgun. His only comfort being that anti-armor finally woke the hell up and got off their asses about those damn Rev's. A torrent of pink glowing shards reigned over his head as one of his troopers approached him. "How bad is it, sir?" "Nothing to worry about, Marine, just keep your skirt on and your head down." He was lying, but he couldn't worry his troops. This wasn't normal, and the possibilities twisted a knot in his stomach. Braxx glanced over and noticed that Dalton seemed to be enjoying his new upgrade, as Braxx must have counted eight kills in just a few moments of the Captain getting his mitts on that rifle. "I don't remember these aliens using such tactics under Brute command, sir." Conway said, pausing to swap out a fresh magazine. "Whatever this implies, I don't like it one bit."

The Major paused a moment, fingers still clinched tight on a shell of buckshot. His brow lowered as he looked at Conway. "Yeah, that makes two of us. These assholes are taking orders from up the chain, and whoever, or whatever it is, is smarter than a god damn Bru-" he was cut off, instinctively ducking at the screech of rapidly combusting air and the roar of rising flames. Oh, and the screaming of a lot of burning Grunts. The little aliens squealed and yelled, as they ran around trying to outrun the pain and fire. It really just made it worse. Eventually, their methane tanks ruptured one by one, launching the flaming midgets airborne before exploding, shooting flames and bright blue gore everywhere. It looked like we had our own artillery, as the mini explosions filled the air. The confusion must've been a bitch, and that's just what Braxx wanted. He looked over to the Captain with his renowned "shit-eating" grin. "Yeah, Carter may be a pain in the ass, but you gotta give him this...... That soldier knows how to make one hell of an entrance."




Jean struggled against the winds for control. Being forced this high up by the plasma artillery, the blizzard became the worst enemy yet. Slowly she managed to peak below the clouds, using the mountain ridge as shelter from the storm winds. This, however, was as low as she'd go. Things were getting way too crazy on the ground for any swoops, as fun as it was to watch Jackals crap themselves. Her targeting systems blinked to life, taking note of each sizable target on her screen. Prioritizing the Revenant's, the Lieutenant grinned as one by one little red boxes formed over four of them. Weapons Lock: Confirmed. Her wry smile only grew as she spoke the words she'd waited to say all day.

"Hornet 1, Fox 3!" Her payload of ordinance dead-dropped from the Hornet's wings for a moment, before ignition guided them with lethal accuracy towards the doomed vehicles. The bright flashes of plasma fire marked each one's utter destruction, being rivaled only by the flames that slowly crawled across the ground below. "The boys are having fun, I see." Her eyes spotted a group of tangos flanking around the hellfire, making a mad dash..... err..... "waddle" for the trench. From this altitude kills would be nearly impossible to confirm, but a nice spritz of chaingun fire might be enough to scatter the little bastards.... she thought as she reigned lead down on the little specks on the ground below. Some ran, some exploded, some just dropped. Either way, job well done.




Within the East and West sniper's dens, men scrambled to mount the large railguns at the embrasures in the wall. The order had been given for advanced anti-armor, and the Wolf Teams were eager to comply. The large cannons clicked and hissed as they locked into place, humming to life for the very first time. The imaging scoped blinked on, showing the many possible targets in the field. Slate took up position behind the weapon as it's gunner, and somehow he knew Waddell had done the same. His first target came into his crosshairs, as his finger gently eased on the trigger. The Revenant's mortar cannon warmed up, preparing to launch it's deadly plasma at the base. Slater never gave it the chance, as the magnetically-launched projectile tore right through it's weapon. The power overload caused the plasma fuel-core of the vehicle to surge and burst, exploding and sending shrapnel and fire everywhere. Alex had chose to aim for the pilot, as his round all-but obliterated both driver and passenger. On both sides, their men opened fire with 50. cal rounds, picking targets and popping heads at their leisure.

One particular Rev seemed to have been frowned upon by what ever cosmic power ran the universe, as it entered the sights of both cannons. The resulting sandwich of faster-than-light rounds caused the fuel core to launch out the front of the vehicle like a bottle-rocket. it skimmed across the field, ricocheting off of the fort itself, sending it airborne back the way it came and finally exploding in the sky over the Covenant's heads. The brilliantly colored energized plasma fire left pinks trails to drift through the sky. It's bright, celestial, almost Heavenly color standing in magnificent contrast to the raging Hell of flames that consumed the Earth below. Ed couldn't help but admire the beautiful sight, birthed by none-other but the carnage of war. That, and the source of said flames. Jack Carter. To Slater, this was a man worthy of respect. Jack was like him, a single man capable of inflicting so much death to the enemy. One soldier, who claimed hundreds if not thousands of Covenant lives, this is the kind of person who would win the game. One soldier, an average soldier. Not some damn Spartan. If the Covenant held higher numbers than humanity, then these would be the men who would even the odds.




Valerie stood, in the embrace of the various orchestra of the battle. The barks of shotguns, the booming roars of grenades, the chattering of assault rifles, but all of this only aided in clouding her focus. She knelt beside a man, writhing in pain and struggling to suppress his own screams. A large, bright red blister covered his face where he'd been struck by a large chunk of flash-boiled ice. His agony-induced spasms making it that much harder to tend to his wounds. Valerie held him down to better inspect the injury, and determined that all she could do was numb the pain. With a bit of a struggle, she removed the stopper from a field syringe, pinning the soldiers arm so she could deliver the sedative. The marine's rapidly beating heart raced the agent through his vein, which slowly alleviated his pain. As his breathing stabilized, Val could see that he was in no shape to continue fighting. with one hand motion, a fellow marine came over to cart the young man off. The red cross on his shoulder marked that he carried the same burden as her. To tend to the wounded and dying. And as one medic dragged a body that seemed a bit too lifeless, she was reminded that it wasn't always just the dying they had to care for.

A stream of bright green projectiles darted past her head, as she gripped her rifle and took up cover. Her entire outlook flipping like a switch, and she threw lead and curses at the opposition. "Hey, I'm trying to work, you little micro-midget pains in my ass! I'll put an extra couple of holes in all your asses, you pint-sized sons-a-bitches!" The marine next to her couldn't help but snicker and giggle, hearing the woman that had been described to him as "like an angel" swear so profusely. He just shook his head and looked over at her with a friendly smile. "You must be Valerie, right? Sergeant Valerie Mallard? I'm Jacob" he said, snickering a little more. Val looked him over, with a smirk of her own, before finally asking "So, Jacob, what's so funny about me?" With another shake of his head, Jacob just looked at her. "I'm sorry, but hearing you like that...... I's just that, you know, I heard you were an ang-" he gagged as three needles traced up his chest, a fourth buried in his shoulder. Very close to his throat.

He fell backwards, with Val scrambling to catch him. He laid on his back, his body twitching uncontrollably. A clear sign that he was going into shock. She yelled at him to try and keep him focused. To try and keep him here. "Jacob! Jacob, stay here, stay awake! Come on damn it, just stay awake!" She gripped his hand tightly, hoping to reassure him that she was there. In reality, there was nothing should could do. The bleeding was so severe, he could have been on the table with surgeons at the ready, and he would still be gone. Her warm brown eyes must of reflected that cold truth as he gazed up dazedly into them, smiling at what he beheld as the fire from the battlefield bathed a warm glow over her. It's gentle light accentuating her soft features, making her almost appear to have a halo. "Heh....... you are...... an angel......." Jacob trailed off. His eyes lifting from hers and glazing over, as his grip loosened and his hand thudded against the ground. A single tickle of blood inched it's way from the corner of his mouth to mingle and mix with the rest on the muddy dirt. Watching this, Val felt as if a piece of him would now forever be trapped on this cold, abysmal hell of a planet. As if he could never leave. That thought made her heart sink deep in her chest, but she had to suppress that feeling. Now was not the time for mourning, it was time for revenge.




Braxx couldn't grin, seeing casualties in the trenches. He could only grit his teeth as he pumped more rounds through the flames. He could see the Grunts retreating, but wasn't sure if that was a given order. The wind barreled over the fort, pushing the flames forward and chasing the aliens as they ran. "Good, I hope those bastards all get their asses scorched. Give 'em a good taste of the hell from my religion" he grumbled at a rather audible volume. The Major couldn't help but notice that there wasn't a mass retreat, as the grunt would pause every so often to return fire. Odd, but not particularly note-worthy. However, the green streaks whizzing past Carter and his men was. It was green, but not as Illumines as normal energy pistols, and it definitely didn't streak the same way. These were Covenant Combines. Jackals. They're trying to snipe their tanks! "Carter! Get Your Asses Back Here, Now! They're Aiming For Your Tanks!" the Major didn't like this. Not at all. He turned his attention to Conway.


"The Covy's aren't retreating, they're stalling. For what, for who, I don't know. What I do know is we have to break their foothold before whatever it is gets here. Prepare the men, as soon as Carter's boys are back we have to make a push. I don't like it any more than you do, but we have to break them here and now."

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Corporal Laughlin regains the wall as the Hellbringers push the grunts back. She passes Valerie hunched over the multitude of wounded, and her eyes dance briefly across pale faces to see if she recognized anyone, even if a voice in the back of her mind tells her she'd rather not know. Of course she would recall them; the post was too tiny not to. But these faces, twisted in agony or frozen in horrified surprise, were all strangers and completely removed from the Marines Sarah might have recognized. She'd seen them bored, annoyed, laughing, even pissed off and ready to fight. But never like this. The niggling question comes despite her efforts to supress it. Would someone recognize her, in all of this? Maybe a faceless letter would be better for family than comming to claim a body. It would rip her mom apart. A mass grave of anonymity on some far away alien world would be much more distant, an easier idea to live with.

The thought is colder than the ice that surrounds them, and serves to clear the rest of the fog from her head. She shoves it down into the bitter pit in the center of her gut, banishing it. The fear that swaddles it becomes her focus; fear that if she didnt win, there would be more faces in the snow leering up at people who might know them. The Corporal howls and opens fire at the backs of the covenant that press away from the flamethrowers, determined to teach them the folly of attacking a goddamn Marine.

Word begins snaking down word-of-mouth. The Major was going to order them foreward. Ammunition and replacement weapons trickle down, and Marines start appearing at the wall wearing the white of fresh bandages. Bolstered by the fire-flinging badasses and the word that they had utterly obliterated the Covenant artillery, catcalls and angry roars once again start building up in the lines. They wanted it. They wanted to spring over that wall and make the Covenant pay tenfold for every drop of human blood on the snow. Devildogs on a tight leash, and the Major had his finger on the release.

She glances back and -does- recognize Greyson. The big Aussie bastard was hard to miss. It'd earned him endless ridicule, but right now the Corporal was just happy to see a face she fucking recognized in this press of madness.

"Lion! Over here! We're gonna take the fight to them, and I would feel a helluva lot better having your grenade-happy ass nearby!" Her usual shit-eating grin is shaken, but she musters up a suitable ammount of 'oorah-diggity' to bring the tone of her voice back into acceptable ranges of good humor.

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"Lion! Over here! We're gonna take the fight to them, and I would feel a helluva lot better having your grenade-happy ass nearby!" Was the first thing the Aussie heard after firing a second rocket into the fray, he couldn't help but grin under his snow and frost at the term "grenade-happy", just because he was a Boomer, or atleast that was what he called himself, did not make him grenade-happy. He moved over next to the Corporal and chuckled. "With all do respect Laughlin are you sure that's what you want? I could just end up blowing you up too... But since I got an invitation..." His accented voice shaky but amused in itself.

Squatted down next to the Corporal he wanted for the general order of attack, sliding his rocket launcher back into place on his back and pulling his LMG back off it's chest holster. "I will need cover Laughlin, I move slow, so would you mind...? It'll be like a dance." He uttered next, a small snerk in his voice. His hands still shaking on the piece of metal-covered death in his hand as he loaded a new clip. The soft clicking noise of the clip into the gun similar to that of dropping a marble on the floor over and over. Annoying a lot of the time but on this battle field oddly calming.

He peaked over the trench as he waited, watching the Gauss guns in the sniper nests tear the remaining Revenants apart in a glorious display of plasma and asymphony of destruction, the screeching and roaring of bending metal, the fizzle of falling plasma, burning its way slowly into the snow and ice covered earth of this hellhole of a planet. The screams and dying yells of unlucky pilots, getting torn apart by the meddly of dangerous flames, fumes, and shrapnel. To some soldier's this may have been a wondrous sight... To Greyson. Not so much. Even if they were aliens it made him think what ifs.. Like if the pushing vehicles where Warthogs getting shredded fuel-rod Shade turrets.

Ducking back down he took a deep shuddering breath before looking about the Trenches, his gaze, distorted lightly caught the eyes of a dead marine, blood dripping down the man's shoulders, eyes blank and abysmal, memories gone and burned away. He felt his heart begin to pound and blood rush to his head. The sound thudding over and over, this was battle, this was war. And he was trapped in its dimensions, seeing the reality of it for the first time. Shaking his head he pushed it all away and turned slowly to Laughlin. Looking towards her for a second. Wondering if she could be next to join the bodies on the ground or could he. But that didn't matter. He shook his head clear a second time and removed his mask for a second, vomitting onto the ice next to him nervous paranoia.

"Are you ready Laughlin?" He asked, popping back up. Head now clear, ready to charge, accepting the fact that not everyone came home from this deadly game know as warfare.

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Quite possibly the most beautiful thing he had seen in a while, Conway was gifted by the sight of flames and grunts being combined to make a most very hilarious display, or so Dalton thought as each one of the grunts, set aflame, attempted anything they could to escape the pain and suffering from the fire they were engulfed in. Their attempts all failed as eventually, they stopped moving, killed by the flame or better yet, the tanks on their backs ruptured, exploded and only made the sight more awe-inspiring. If they weren't stuck smack-dab in the middle of battle, Conway would've given Carter a handshake right then and there. Braxx was probably just as happy as he was, the way he spoke made it sound it sound like that. "You're damn right he does. I'm buying him a drink once we're done here." Dalton smirked.

Unhappy. Almost immediately later, Dalton felt himself unhappy with this situation. Casualties left and right, green darts flying about, it pissed him off to see this, and he'd make sure the covies would pay for each human life they unwittingly took. He'd make damn sure they would, with his own hands if he had to. For now, he was using his rifle to do exactly what Braxx was doing, and that was pumping rounds into the beasts behind the flames. Call it cruel, but Dalton noticed one of his bursts had trailed off into a Grunt's leg and was non-fatal. Poor bastard was unable to nub itself away anymore, but was awefully close to the fire that was creeping its way towards the little devil. Dalton kept his eye out for others, popping some more, but also seemed to just smile when the flames caught up to him and began burning him slowly.... he screamed for his worthless life, eventually going quiet about a minute or two later, then exploding. Pretty.

"The Covy's aren't retreating, they're stalling. For what, for who, I don't know. What I do know is we have to break their foothold before whatever it is gets here. Prepare the men, as soon as Carter's boys are back we have to make a push. I don't like it any more than you do, but we have to break them here and now."

*Whoosh!*

Right past Conway's head flew one of those fatal, green rounds shot from a carbine. Well, it went over Conway's head because he had ducked into cover to reload, and unlike some novice rook, he made she he wasn't vulnerable to enemies while he did so. Dalton shook his head in distaste, but nevertheless, obeyed his orders and took out his radio because he figured he wasn't going to be able to shout over all of the gunfire. "This is Captain Conway speaking.... Any and all of you men and woman still not lying in a pool of your own blood, or better yet, alien blood, prepare yourselves! Fresh mags and a hardened reserve! We're taking our playground back from them, and you'd better be BEFORE I am! Now get moving!"

A group of marines next to Conway himself and Braxx answered: "Ho-ah!" before taking defense so they could keep their heads before the rush. Conway shook his head and smiled. At least some of the men know how to listen. These other ones though....

Well, maybe he should've gaven that order before he was ready, instead of after.

"You know what they say about running away from Bears don't you?" he smirked as he looked at Braxx. "You don't have to outrun the bear itself, just your friends. For their sake, I hope they know that, or this is going to wind up more messy than it should be. But then again, I've always wanted to see a Bear tear apart a grunt. You think you can grant that wish for me, Sir?" Braxx could probably tell that Dalton was excited, and that the blood was pumping through his veins. If anything, possibly even one of those brutes had made the mistake of getting up close, Dalton might've punched it square in the face.

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Shane tried aiming at the sources of the green streaks through the flames, but it just wasn't very possible. Even with his battle rifle. If was frustrating. Because even with the flames and the explosive, flying grunts, the jackels were getting too close for comfort.

"The Covy's aren't retreating, they're stalling. For what, for who, I don't know. What I do know is we have to break their foothold before whatever it is gets here. Prepare the men, as soon as Carter's boys are back we have to make a push. I don't like it any more than you do, but we have to break them here and now." Shane overheard the Major say to the Captain.

And he just smiled as a desire to make a contribution kicked into overcharge.

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"Carter! Get Your Asses Back Here, Now! They're Aiming For Your Tanks!"

Jack heard the Major and quickly assessed the situation, just in time to witness a close call as Noble's tank was missed by a green energy round. Even for a PFC, Noble apparently had issues with a few things... such as staying in formation. If they lived to get back to somewhere safe, Jack was going to give him the ass chewing of a lifetime.

"Alright asses back to the trench, make your tanks as hard to hit as possible!" Jack ordered. "Don't let up on the fire though." He added as he shot a grenade high into the Covenant forces. Steadily, he and the others backed up towards the trenches and finally made it to relative safety. Jack looked at the Major and nodded. "Orders, sir?"

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Major Braxx



The Major's hand grasped onto one of the shoulder plates of the armored Flamers, guiding him into the trench. He didn't much bat an eye at Carter, merely stating that "Your orders are to sit tight and wait for further orders. Unless the shit hits the turbine again your part here is done". He took one final gaze over that blood stained field, surprised by how much snow was still there. The flames were dying down, with their little puddles of napalm drying and nothing else to burn but bare ground. The Grunts were trying to regroup, the Jackals were returning fire to the snipers, and no one was paying attention to the battle-hungry marines in the trench. This was a bad move, but if it was going to happen then these were the best circumstances. He could hear his troopers chomping at the bit, they wanted the charge. They wanted Revenge. They would not be denied.

"You know what they say about running away from Bears don't you?" Braxx heard from behind him, a small grin forming already. He turned to Dalton, to hear the man out. "You don't have to outrun the bear itself, just your friends. For their sake, I hope they know that, or this is going to wind up more messy than it should be. But then again, I've always wanted to see a Bear tear apart a grunt. You think you can grant that wish for me, Sir?" The Major didn't skip a beat, pulling out his knife with a wide smile on his face. "Oh, I suppose so, provided I still remember how. Then again, it's just like riding a bike, ain't it?" Braxx couldn't help it, that made his day. Despite all of bad that occurred in just an hour, he got something back he missed most dearly. He felt like a soldier again.

All it took was a hand motion, one signal, and they stormed the field. War cries, shouts, battle-roars. They all sounded as gunfire opened in controlled bursts and boots stomped over mud and purple blood. The remaining Covenant forces, for once, were outmatched. Marines practically lunged at the Grunts, as both sides made a push for ground. With no more armored support, and the Brutes leaving them for dead, there was little the little aliens could do. Still, they made their stands, sending green darts and pink shards flying back at the lead spewing troopers. Marines used the shattered bodies of those Covy vehicles that only moments ago were trying to kill them. Many of the remains were still smoldering or even still burning with plasma-fire. What was once a large, all-out war has since downgraded into a series of little skirmishes spread across the open field. Surprisingly, no fatality markers winked on in the entire scene.

Valerie Mallard



She could feel it, a hate burning in the pit of her stomach. She hated the Covenant for what they did, for what they do. She hated them for each of the men and women being dragged to the infirmary, and for each drop of human blood on the ground. She hated them for being on this damn planet, for being in this God forsaken war. A hate shared by every marine she stood shoulder to shoulder with. When the signal to charge was given, Valerie hesitated. She forced herself to look back, to look at those still, pale faces. To look at those dead faces. Each one, a young marine, green as grass. None of them deserved this. No one deserved to die here. It wasn't like she needed to remind herself of why she fought, she always would know why. But those faces..... this would be for them. Popping the new mag into her rifle, she quickly joined the others in the charge and the battle cries. No cold anymore, the fire in their hearts made sure of that.

Eddy Slater



There were no need for the big guns anymore, but the call for snipers was still high. Slate had just slapped a fresh clip into his rifle, and had his sights set on making the Brutes regret joining the fight. One in particular that he had his eye on, one missing a helmet. Someone had knocked it off earlier, but Ed was occupied with the deployment of the railgun. Now, it was time to make amends. Those emotionless aviators peered through the digital scope, sweeping for his mark. "Ah, there you are......." Riding at the wheel of a fleeing Prowler, his marked tango made his retreat. "And who said you got to leave?" Slater gently eased on the trigger, loosing a round. The projectile ricocheted off of the controls of the alien vehicle, trick-shotting into it's driver's face and causing a stream of strangely human-looking blood to arced out the back of the big ape's head. It flopped off the back of the moving vehicle, leaving it to crash into a snow drift. Deciding the gunner had no more right to live than the driver, Ed let fly two more bullets, each finding a home in the beast's throat.

Major Braxx



Shotguns have always had a psychological effect on people, this has been proven throughout the years, and judging by the cowering of many a Grunt, it's not human specific. They huddled together, only replying when their doom approached them. Braxx singled one out, dropping both his friends before charging in for the coup de grΓ’ce. The Grunt spun around, only to receive Baxx's metal shin caste to the face. The seven foot giant stood over the fallen creature, knife at the ready, as he delivered slash after slash in mad succession. Braxx stood, blue goop bathing his knife and staining his armor, as he raised the blade above his head and looked towards his captain. "Hey Dalton! First Knife Kill!" At this point, nothing could wipe the smile off his face. Well, till he turned around to claws in his face, that is. A Jackal that had moved in for a flank saw an opportunity at the human's apparent leader, and it's bloodthirsty nature demanded that it take it. The screeching bird raptor-jumped onto the Major, talons sinking into the nicks of his combat armor.

Eddy Slater



The final round was saved, as Ed saw the Jackal on the Major. He didn't shoot, no clear shot yet, but it was more than that. Slater needed to know, could the Major still fight? Had the dog grown lazy? Or has age made it simply meaner? Braxx had a reputation for being a badass, but those days were long in the past and Slater didn't follow on heresay alone. He had to see it. His finger hovered over the trigger, eager to see if indeed this old war vet had any right to battle on the lines with his troops.

Major Braxx



The hollowing monster squawked and clawed with hateful intent, wrestling with it's opponent for the killing blow. Finally Braxx got his hand on it's throat and tossed it off of him. The Jackal sprung to it's feet in an instant, engaging in a stare-down with the Major. It's inhumanly pale, slit eyes locking onto his dark brown ones. Finally, the move was made, the Jackal leaped first...... right into the heel of Braxx's steel-coated foot. The strong, straight kick clanged against the creatures skull, stopping it dead, leaving it dazed and sprawled across the ground. You could almost literally see the stars swirling around it's head, right up until Braxx moved in to slit it's throat. "I hate those God damn things" he grumbled, scraping the blade off on his armor.

This fight was finally nearing it's end, as the last of the petty resistance was fleeing in absolute terror from the hardened resolve of the human warriors, being chased by lead the whole way. All around him, marines shouting in victory. Charred and burnt carcasses littered the ground, along with mangled alien cadavers and shredded bodies. In some cases, it was litle more than just bits of various organic matter. The dirt had been turned to mud by the rivers of alien blood. Purple and blue blood covered their boots, sticking to the ground and muck. To some, this was a horror scene, but to the proud men and women who fought here today, this was absolutely beautiful. In the distance, however, the sound of rolling thunder gave pause to the cheers of the soldiers. Far on the horizon, the monolithic cannon of the Arm of Orion was moving. A deafening boom accompanied a flash of light as the clouds parted to show the path of it's shot. Something had invoked it's wrath, and that something was likely now dead. Then the call came. Amanda commed the major, informing him of dire news.

"Sir! I have news that ATLAS has picked up on an extremely fast moving Covenant ship headed to your position."

"Confirmed kill?"

"Affirmative. Target was downed less than one hundred klicks away from Echo."

"How the hell did it get that close?"

"Precision slip-space reentry accompanied by stealth capabilities seams to be the favorite theory."

"Theory?!"

"Yeah, I know you'd get hung up on that word. I tried suggesting that.... Oh crap! Multiple drop pods incoming onto your location, I count twenty! They're too small to target with the AA's, they're going to land!"

Braxx gazed up into the stormy skies, but could see the faint glow of Covenant drop parts as they plummeted to the ground. Directly above them. Braxx made a mistake. The Covy weren't stalling, they were baiting, and he just sent his men in like a total idiot. "What the fuck is going on...... Brutes are not that God damn smart!" There was no time to move, as the pods impacted against the ground around him and his men. The pods slowly slid open, as the Hunters roared at the sight of human soldiers. The Earth shaking thuds of their armored forms leaping from the pods to the ground was a huge strike to moral, let alone their mere presence.

".......Oh God damn it."

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"Charge!"

The command had been given, and Corporal Laughlin had been swept up in the tide of armor that roiled over the edge of the trench, howling wordlessly to add to the undeniably human battle cry issued forth by the Marines. It rose from their front, and seemed to take on a life of its own; building upon itself until it wasnt a hundred sepparate voices, but rather one giant seething rush of an angry white noise. Like the roar of a killer wave thrown onto some god-forsaken shore. And when it broke upon the retreating lines of Covenant, it did so with all the power of thier anger at the audacity of these alien bastards to show up on their doorstep this morning.

Get some.

Return fire was sparce; the Covenant were in a full panic. Laughlin actually managed to outrun a waddling little grunt, comming up behind it so close she was tempted - briefly - to reach out and shake its stupid little air tank right off its back. As if realizing how close its doom was, it turned with plasma-pistol in hand, and Laughlin was forced to end her momentum with a point-blank shot to the alien's face that left cold Grunt blood coating the front of her face and armor. She stopped short, and was torn between utter disgust and a glowing pride. She must look like a fucking badass right now.

With time to pause, she looks around the stampeding mass of human armor to locate the towering figure of Greyson like a waypoint. Someone familiar was a damn comfort, and by the time she spots and reaches him in the debris-strewn field, the shots are growing fewer in between. Scattered shouts of victory were already bubbling up when, in the distance, the massive call of the Orion silences them all as it rips the sky apart.

Slowing to a stop near the big Aussie, Laughlin looks vaguely confused for a moment before she lifts her hand to the left side of her head. Her right ear was still all ringing, but the left had been shielded by her comm headset, and now it filters in the conversation between the Major and Amanda. Her vague smile drops off her face like a rock, and she pales noticably. Looking to Greyson, intent on relaying the warning, the sky opens up a second time. With Covenant drop pods. They shake the earth in a drumming sucession, and it only gets worse when the second ground-shaking impact announces the arrival of towering, mobile artillery.

Alien roars and ominous green glows, Laughlin dives for the slushy ground as a searing surge of energy lances nearby, sending a twisted Prowler wreck into a tumble, exploding in a shower of plasma that caught several nearby Marines inside its radius. They die screaming. And all across the open field, they arent the only screams starting to rise...

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It was a bloodbath, this battlefield that Dalton found himself fighting on. And, luckily enough, none of the freshest blood appeared to be any of his mens', which only made his day that much more bearable. He kept a curved smile on his face due to the sheer enjoyment he was that they were nearly effortlessly pushing these aliens back from the base. They would know never to attack another human base so long as they lived - if they lived.

Conway, along with his men that were pushing forward through the covenant forces as if they were a knife and the aliens were butter, fired his weapon at the retreating enemies, scoring a few hits along the back of a small grouped-up bunch of grunts, tearing through the canister on the back of one and sending him flying forwards into another, at which point the canister detonated in a beautiful display of plasma fire and ragdoll grunts. God was it a sight to behold. Every alien kill was, or at least the veteran soldier would like to believe so. Serves them right for picking a fight they couldn't handle.

There was still retaliatory fire, but it was very minimal - to the point where Conway didn't even have to bother with hiding behind any of the wrecked Prowlers or Ghosts, he continued forwards, pulling the trigger and letting loose a couple of bursts from the barrel of his Assault Rifle, all of which were accurate and well-placed in the Covy-asses that they were showing. He wasn't too far from what targets he picked, so each round that soared gracefully through the air found its mark without fail. He was only relenting when he had to be, exchanging an empty magazine for a fresh one and popping in the bottom of the weapon, hearing it click in place. After that he'd continue with more bursts almost like a robot programmed to do so.

He was actually so into the killing that when he was about to finish off one more grunt and he ran out of ammo once more, he wasted no time in retrieving his combat knife and gripping it by the blade as he lined it up and gave it a hefty chuck. It would then fly through the air, following the grunt a small distance before he would turn to fire a few purple needles to cover his escape, only to be impaled through the head. Dalton, who had only occasionally thrown a knife out of sheer boredom, was surprised at his own accuracy, but smiled nontheless.

A short jog to the body of the grunt later, he reached down quickly and pulled the knife from the body with a little bit of resistance due to it becoming stuck a bit too far into the unfortunate bastard's head. It was a confirmed kill, and though it was probably one of the more satisfying kills he had made in a while, he wasn't about to ditch his ranged Assault Rifle to see if he was a natural at it. He'd be fine with just calling it luck. And so, once more, he pulled a mag - his last one mind you - off of his person and slammed it into the bottom of his weapon. It was around this time that Braxx had callled his attention.

"Hey Dalton! First Knife Kill!"

Dalton audibly cackled with a laugh. "You might be a second late there, Major." he replied with a wide grin on his face. Of course it was wiped off as a bird-brain decided that it would be a good idea to get in close-range with the Big Bear. Dalton, who had been a witness to Braxx's combat abilities before, honestly feared nothing unfavorable to happen in this situation, and watched as the beaked assailant regretted ever getting in close with the giant, and then watched it die.

"I hate those God damn things"

With the Major victorious in the battle, as Dalton had predicted, the Captain made his way to Braxx with a few quick steps. He looked up to the man quite literally and spoke with that same grin from before. "I'm sure it just left you with another scar to scare the greens with." he chuckled a little bit, seeing as it didn't impede the Major's ability to fight in the least, he figured. "I'm sure you'll get a few of them back before they disappear with their beaks in their asses." with that, the Captain turned back and joined the 'mop-up' that took place for a small time later.

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Dalton, the Captain, was not angered that they had just fallen for a trap such as this. No, this plan was actually excellently executed to make it as effective as possible. But he was pissed regardless. Since when did Brutes use strategy - and an effective one at that! If they had done this much earlier, he would be afraid that the human race might not have made it too long in the war, but still, he believed that they could 'bounce back' from this trap, whatever it was. Until the pods that had fallen from the heavens opened with their cargo, Hunters.

"Well spank my ass and call me Charlie....." he muttered to himself.

This was going to be a bloodbath, and this time it would easily be his own mens' blood staining this charred, green snow. Two was bad enough, but with each of the many pods opening, they were going to be slaughtered. They already were! The volley of plasma fire tore through many a marine squad, rendering them unconcious or dead, the latter being the most prominent. "Shit, Major! We need to do something quick!" he shouted over the loud booms and howls of the Hunter fire, each one doing damage in one way or another.

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The Aussie tore through the Covenant lines as the other Marines around him him did. It was in utter entirety a role reversal, one that even he found himself enjoying. The Grunts and Jackels were a minimum threat. Nothing compared to the horde of marines, rifles in hand, ammo in the clip. The creatures fled before the might of the UNSC getting torn to bits and pieces as it happened. It was a bluntly beautiful sight.

Greyson took time to fire at runners with his SAW, the heavier-than-most-rounds causing intense damage to the Grunts, the rounds ripping through their hides with a loud popping noise. Greyson rarely aimed at individuals; locating groups and blazing them in a saute of lead. Causing the bioluminesce blood to spray here and there, coating the ground, the snow-ridden chunk beneath their feet into a slush of life-fluids and gore. Unlike most accounts in history, it wasn't Human gore, but Covie. These bird-like creatures and arthropods were not the top-dogs here. The marines were.

They continued the push past the twisted wrecks, Greyson locating a survivor in the strewn metal of a Prowler. A Brute, impaled roughly to the snow and ice, legs trapped under the frame where the creature used to sit and guide the light ground transport. It was Gargling for it's life. Clawing feebly at the snow in last attempts to escape, it was obvious it had been here for a while, shielded on the knee side of the wreckage but held down by a piece of warped alloy, bleeding out like a stuck pig. Greyson looked at the beast, it snarled, meekly, the Marine almost sympathized with it. It seemed human in some aspects now, it was mortal, trapped by fate. He growled at himself, he aimed and fired multiple rounds into it. Carrying on almost immediately.

Soon the cheering broke out as soon as it seemed they had won. The foes they had been fighting eradicated. The day seemed over. Greyson in typical military fashion raised his gun to the air and bellowed in his accented voice. Shouting on the top of his lungs, a smile under his snow mask. He could hardly believe himself, they'd won and he was still breathing! Many Marines didn't make it this far, but it was not their time to mourn. It was time to cheer and shout, to show the Galaxy who he was, to show it that this rock was his! Along with every other damn leatherneck's here! I didn't last though...

He looked over at Laughlin for a brief second, in that second he could tell something was wrong. Her shoulders were slouched, along with many other ques of a crushed spirit. He heard a piercing noise in the sky and looked up. Drop-pods... "Fuck..." Was all Greyson muttered, hands instinctively pulling his Squad Automatic Weapon back into place. The pods it, and the next thing he knew Hunters were upon them. Roaring their challenge at the Human Soldiers and Warriors in an unemphatic display of strength and unity between the Alien forces.

The Aussie hit the dirt next to Laughlin, hearing the screams and sizzle of plasma around him. He looked at her and growled, instinct started up in him again, thee Hunters were hurting and endangering his damn friends and allies. It was like the incident on Earth which caused him to enlist. These Giant bulks of armor had made it personal. While other Marine's cowered he pulled his rocket launcher off his back and then climbed into a crouch, aiming for the first Hunter he could get a safe shot on. He shouted and pulled the trigger, the rocket tore through the air at the beast who was tilted sideways aiming for a group of dashing Marines. The ordinance smashed into its side, causing the monster to bellow as its armor came off in pieces, orange blood spurting onto the snow. The shambled for a second before landing with a heavy thud. The many smaller beings which composed into it shuddering and convulsing and squiring before going limp one by one, accepting cruel death. Greyson still had another rocket loaded, one he planned on using. He moved positions behind a Prowler wreck, locking onto his second target. The Hunter was firing at a group of Marine's behind cover, the Aussie quickly aimed his shot as he was distracted and fired. The payload streaked into it, however, this time it wasn't lethal. The rocket impacted on the behemoth's shield and threw it backward, roaring in rage, some armor on the arm and side torn asunder, dripping small lines of blood. Wounded, the massive beast fired a shot off at the marine's before rushing Greyson's position. The Aussie heard the steps and lunged away, the Prowler wreck behind him flipping over his head from the heavy shield bash. He flipped over and looked the Hunter raising its shield to finish him, he clenched. Must have been an angel looking over him that day. A grenade hit the Hunter's back and went off, killing it and shielding Greyson from the blast and shrapnel with its own body, it fell forward in a suspended motion. The Human rolling out of ts way scrambling for his launcher. The soldier that tossed the grenade hoisted him up and pulled him to cover. Greyson panted, slouched against the cover. Thanking luck or God or whatever just saved his ass.

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"Your orders are to sit tight and wait for further orders. Unless the shit hits the turbine again your part here is done."

Jack nodded as the Major ordered the charge. Though he didn't like being out of the game again so soon, he understood the Major's tactics in how to use him and his squad. They hit hard, but their strength was also their weakness: Hellbringers were slow due to their armor and their tanks made wonderful explosives. He turned his attention to Noble and pu on his best authoritative voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Private?! Are you trying to get your squad killed?! Carter yelled. "You listen to me and listen well, Private. You'd better fucking hope the Coventant kill you next time, because otherwise I'm going to have you fucking cleaning the latrines with my god damn cigarette butts. Never leave your squad's formation, not if you hope to stay a Hellbringer. Is that clear?!"

Private Noble stood there, standing completely still. "Sir, yes sir."

"I didn't hear you, Private. I said, IS THAT CLEAR?!"

"SIR, YES SIR!" Jack backed up and gave Noble room to breathe.

"Good, now catch a breather all of you. Reload what you need to because I don't think we've seen everything from this force yet." Jack turned his attention to the charge and listened over the radio as he absentmindedly loaded a new grenade into his launcher.




Shane rushed forward with the mass of marines. While not the fastest, he was by no means average speed either. He'd hidden most of his physical skills until the last moment because there was little need to normally. Now he wanted to kill these Covenant bastard for everything they'd done. To him. To Fort Echo. And to humanity.

switching his rifle over to his right side, Shame fired at a grunt. A couple of aliens turned to shoot him. The Jackel got a face full of lead... the Brute was taken down by him and a bunch of nearby marines. Brains, blood of varying colors, armor, and body parts littered the wake of the charge. Somewhere off elsewhere, he heard the Major yelled something to his second-in-command, bur even though he didn't catch it, it still brought a smile to his lips.

Shane just kept killing until his rifle let out a click just as he tried to kill a jackel. The alien lunged at him only to find that Shane was not so easily beaten. The butt of his rifle slammed into the side of the alien's face, knocking its momentum out of the air and onto the ground. Planting one foot flat on its neck. Shane dropped his clip and reloaded.

"You picked the wrong race to fight with, asshole." He said with a sadistic grin as he pulled the trigger of his battle rifle. The jackel's head exploded as the three round burst ripped through its shield and skull.

Looking up, Shane smiled... and then he noticed the pods falling around them.

His heart sank as a pair of hunters stepped out of each of the twenty pods and Shane backed up for a moment before shaking his head. As much as he'd kill for a Spartan right now, he believed they still had a chance... though the ominous green glow coming from each hunter's right arm tried to crush that feeling of confidence.

As plasma started tearing through marines, Shane did what many smart one's did. He hit the dirt- er... snow.

Aiming at the closest hunter, he started firing for the neck. A number of bullets ricochets off of the armor, many were stopped once more by Covenant energy shields. But the few that did get through... just pissed off the big guy. Shane honestly had no way to fight these things.

And so he realized that unless a miracle happened, he was dead.




If Jack had been smoking when the pods dropped the cigarette would have fallen to the charred ground he was standing on. As soon as they opened, his worst fears were realized... Hunters. too many for simple marines to HOPE to kill. He looked at his men and nodded before getting on the radio.

"Sniper teams, me and my boys are going in. That's a lot of ground to cover, so I need some cover from the enemy jackels. Just a few. The rest of you focus on those hunters and try not to die." He said. "If there are any anti armor out there still alive, try to take as many as you can for now without dying. We'll be joining you momentarily.

"And Major... you won't hear this often, but fuck your orders to my squad."
With that he started sprinting as best as his armor could manage for the rest of the marines bolts of green plamsa zoomed by them and every so often but the usual return gift was a sniper round. Finally the hunters were in range. One hunter was stepping forward as one of the marines - Kent he believed the name was - shot one hunter in the neck.

"Pick separate targets and don't let up until the bastards are dead... and watch for friendly fire." Jack sprayed the one going for Kent with burning napalm before launching another grenade at its exposed abdomen from behind.

A second turned to face him just in time for its face to be hit with flaming jelly before it managed to raise it's shield to protect itself. Jack stopped for a moment and rolled to the side - a feat only able to be done by someone who had worn the Hellbringer armor for a number of years and felt as comfortable inside as out of it - to avoid the green fuel rod blast from the hunter's weapon... the sight of which gave Jack an idea.

He turned his flamethrower to the built-in assault cannon and let loose on the exposed canisters. Burning hot flame met explosive irradiated incendiary gel... Jack wasn't suprised to see the hunter flying away in pieces while he was thankful for the notoriously low blast radius of similar weapons he'd seen in his time fighting the Covenant.

But that was two down for Jack. Looking back, he saw his squad using similar fighting tactics, though in total only another five hunters had fallen so far in addition to Jack's two kills. Hunters may be anti-fucking-everything, but Hellbringers could still win out.

Hellbringers: 7
Hunters: zilch




Shane breathed a sighed of relief as the Hellbringers appeared. He didn't know what exactly they could do, but at least they had more firepower... pun unintended. Looking over he saw another marine save a man from the Anti-armor squads with a well timed grenade throw. Looking down as his five grenades and his weapons, Shane took a deep breath and shot another hunter in the neck.

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ONI Outpost 314

ONI Outpost 314 by RolePlayGateway

It's a cold, desolate, and rocky world. No one in their right mind would stay here. Maybe that says something about ONI.

Fort Echo

Fort Echo by RolePlayGateway

This is our line in the snow. We can't back up, and we're not backing down.

The Trench

The Trench by RolePlayGateway

This covers the trench, the sandbag nests, and the foxholes.

The Pill Box

The Pill Box by RolePlayGateway

Self Explanatory.

The Snow Covered Plains

The Snow Covered Plains by RolePlayGateway

Covers everything South of the trench.

The Forward Wall

The Forward Wall by RolePlayGateway

This covers everything on the wall as well as the towers.

The Command Center

The Command Center by RolePlayGateway

This covers the strategy room, the command center, and Major Braxx's personal quarters.

The Barracks

The Barracks by RolePlayGateway

Get your hands off your rifle and get out of bed, trooper.

The Yard

The Yard by RolePlayGateway

The main floor of the fort. This covers the loading bay, the road leading through the base, and anything that's not inside the other compounds.

The East Sniper's Den

The East Sniper's Den by RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Alpha, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The West Sniper's Den

The West Sniper's Den by RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Bravo, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The Armory

The Armory by RolePlayGateway

If it's suppose to kill things, it's in here. There's probably even a couple of sticks and a rock in here somewhere....

the Comms Tower

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Why are you in here?

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19 sightings Valerie Mallard played by Talisman
"Don't get shot up too much. I'm a medic, not a miracle worker."

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Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx
Character Portrait: Dalton Conway
Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys
Character Portrait: Alexander K Waddell
Character Portrait: Jack Carter
Character Portrait: Sarah Laughlin
Character Portrait: Greyson L. Turner
Character Portrait: Eddy Slater

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Character Portrait: Eddy Slater
Eddy Slater

"You just don't get it. It's a numbers game. That's all it's ever been."

Character Portrait: Greyson L. Turner
Greyson L. Turner

"Oi! Let's blow some damn Covies to bits and pieces!"

Character Portrait: Sarah Laughlin
Sarah Laughlin

Oorah! Semper Fi! Kill Kill Kill! Babies. *snicker*

Character Portrait: Jack Carter
Jack Carter

*Grunts* "Ever seen a grunt get hit with napalm? Funniest thing ever."

Character Portrait: Alexander K Waddell
Alexander K Waddell

I dont care who, what or whatever the hell you are driving because a well placed bullit will put you down!

Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys
Jean 'Hornet' Harveys

"I'm so screwed, I mean, I'd settle for a Hornet right now."

Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
Shane "Kid" Kent

"I've been in the Corp since I was old enough to join. I've seen Spartans fight. I know I'll never be like them. But I'll be damned if I'll die before I take as many of those Covenant bastards as I can with me."

Character Portrait: Dalton Conway
Dalton Conway

"You ever fistfight a brute? I have. I'll warn you now: It's not fun....well, maybe a little."

Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx
Major "Big Bear" Braxx

"I have one rule. Everyone fights, no one quits. You don't do your job, I'll shoot you myself. Do you get me?"

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Character Portrait: Eddy Slater
Eddy Slater

"You just don't get it. It's a numbers game. That's all it's ever been."

Character Portrait: Sarah Laughlin
Sarah Laughlin

Oorah! Semper Fi! Kill Kill Kill! Babies. *snicker*

Character Portrait: Jack Carter
Jack Carter

*Grunts* "Ever seen a grunt get hit with napalm? Funniest thing ever."

Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx
Major "Big Bear" Braxx

"I have one rule. Everyone fights, no one quits. You don't do your job, I'll shoot you myself. Do you get me?"

Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
Shane "Kid" Kent

"I've been in the Corp since I was old enough to join. I've seen Spartans fight. I know I'll never be like them. But I'll be damned if I'll die before I take as many of those Covenant bastards as I can with me."

Character Portrait: Dalton Conway
Dalton Conway

"You ever fistfight a brute? I have. I'll warn you now: It's not fun....well, maybe a little."

Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys
Jean 'Hornet' Harveys

"I'm so screwed, I mean, I'd settle for a Hornet right now."

Character Portrait: Greyson L. Turner
Greyson L. Turner

"Oi! Let's blow some damn Covies to bits and pieces!"

Character Portrait: Alexander K Waddell
Alexander K Waddell

I dont care who, what or whatever the hell you are driving because a well placed bullit will put you down!

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Character Portrait: Greyson L. Turner
Greyson L. Turner

"Oi! Let's blow some damn Covies to bits and pieces!"

Character Portrait: Dalton Conway
Dalton Conway

"You ever fistfight a brute? I have. I'll warn you now: It's not fun....well, maybe a little."

Character Portrait: Sarah Laughlin
Sarah Laughlin

Oorah! Semper Fi! Kill Kill Kill! Babies. *snicker*

Character Portrait: Shane "Kid" Kent
Shane "Kid" Kent

"I've been in the Corp since I was old enough to join. I've seen Spartans fight. I know I'll never be like them. But I'll be damned if I'll die before I take as many of those Covenant bastards as I can with me."

Character Portrait: Jack Carter
Jack Carter

*Grunts* "Ever seen a grunt get hit with napalm? Funniest thing ever."

Character Portrait: Eddy Slater
Eddy Slater

"You just don't get it. It's a numbers game. That's all it's ever been."

Character Portrait: Major "Big Bear" Braxx
Major "Big Bear" Braxx

"I have one rule. Everyone fights, no one quits. You don't do your job, I'll shoot you myself. Do you get me?"

Character Portrait: Alexander K Waddell
Alexander K Waddell

I dont care who, what or whatever the hell you are driving because a well placed bullit will put you down!

Character Portrait: Jean 'Hornet' Harveys
Jean 'Hornet' Harveys

"I'm so screwed, I mean, I'd settle for a Hornet right now."


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ONI Outpost 314

ONI Outpost 314 by RolePlayGateway

It's a cold, desolate, and rocky world. No one in their right mind would stay here. Maybe that says something about ONI.

Fort Echo

Fort Echo by RolePlayGateway

This is our line in the snow. We can't back up, and we're not backing down.

The Trench

The Trench by RolePlayGateway

This covers the trench, the sandbag nests, and the foxholes.

The Pill Box

The Pill Box by RolePlayGateway

Self Explanatory.

The Snow Covered Plains

The Snow Covered Plains by RolePlayGateway

Covers everything South of the trench.

The Forward Wall

The Forward Wall by RolePlayGateway

This covers everything on the wall as well as the towers.

The Command Center

The Command Center by RolePlayGateway

This covers the strategy room, the command center, and Major Braxx's personal quarters.

The Barracks

The Barracks by RolePlayGateway

Get your hands off your rifle and get out of bed, trooper.

The Yard

The Yard by RolePlayGateway

The main floor of the fort. This covers the loading bay, the road leading through the base, and anything that's not inside the other compounds.

The East Sniper's Den

The East Sniper's Den by RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Alpha, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The West Sniper's Den

The West Sniper's Den by RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Bravo, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The Armory

The Armory by RolePlayGateway

If it's suppose to kill things, it's in here. There's probably even a couple of sticks and a rock in here somewhere....

the Comms Tower

the Comms Tower by RolePlayGateway

Why are you in here?

Fort Echo

ONI Outpost 314 Fort Echo Owner: RolePlayGateway

This is our line in the snow. We can't back up, and we're not backing down.

The Trench

Fort Echo The Trench Owner: RolePlayGateway

This covers the trench, the sandbag nests, and the foxholes.

The Forward Wall

Fort Echo The Forward Wall Owner: RolePlayGateway

This covers everything on the wall as well as the towers.

The East Sniper's Den

Fort Echo The East Sniper's Den Owner: RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Alpha, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The Yard

Fort Echo The Yard Owner: RolePlayGateway

The main floor of the fort. This covers the loading bay, the road leading through the base, and anything that's not inside the other compounds.

The Armory

Fort Echo The Armory Owner: RolePlayGateway

If it's suppose to kill things, it's in here. There's probably even a couple of sticks and a rock in here somewhere....

The West Sniper's Den

Fort Echo The West Sniper's Den Owner: RolePlayGateway

The private barracks of Wolf Team Bravo, which is embedded in the rock of the Eastern mountain.

The Barracks

Fort Echo The Barracks Owner: RolePlayGateway

Get your hands off your rifle and get out of bed, trooper.

The Command Center

Fort Echo The Command Center Owner: RolePlayGateway

This covers the strategy room, the command center, and Major Braxx's personal quarters.

the Comms Tower

Fort Echo the Comms Tower Owner: RolePlayGateway

Why are you in here?

The Snow Covered Plains

Covers everything South of the trench.

ONI Outpost 314

ONI Outpost 314 Owner: RolePlayGateway

It's a cold, desolate, and rocky world. No one in their right mind would stay here. Maybe that says something about ONI.

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