Spartan Crashsite

King opened his eyes and looked around to see himself and his other Spartans strewn about the cabin of the wreaked Pelican. "Elena, you ok?" He asked before standing up. He grabbed his DMR from the weapons slot and made sure all his gear was in check. After doing this he walked up to the cockpit and made sure the pilots were still alive, they were both dead. Shit, he thought to himself as he kicked open the hatch to the Pelican. Even with the visor in his helmet He had to cover his eyes from the sun.

Elena opened her eyes that was one hell of a landing. "Yo Jhon you still alive?" she asked shuffling around the the wreckage as she stood up. She noticed that he was still alive "Never mind that last question anyone else still alive?" she asked checking to make sure she still has all of her gear. After knowing she still had all of her gear she walked out of the door he kicked down. "Thats what I call sunshine" she said covering her eyes.

"Ya, it is," Jhon replied as he aimed his DMR at a squad of grunts. They haven't noticed the Pelican yet. But, when they do they'll notify other Covenant squads to get over here and kill them. Jhon slung his DMR over his shoulder and went back inside the Pelican. "You gonna help me? We leave no Spartan behind." He says as he grabs one of the Shadow Team Spartans and threw them over his shoulder.

"Well these lazy asses are either dead are knocked out you carry them I will shoot." She said taking out her shotgun and grinned. "If that is alright with you that is?" She said and looked in the Pelican"Why dont you check they're pulse first so that you aren't carrying around dead bodies" she said walking back in the Pelican. "So whats your plan?" she asked wanting to know how he planed to get them the hell out of here.

The sound of white noise is all that be hear as Antony opens his eyes and see's nothing but brush through his visor. His vision focuses quickly as he realizes that he is laying in a patch of grass between some bushes.
"I can already tell this day is going to be just peachy." He thinks to himself as he climbs up from the ground and see's the Pelican smoking only a few feet away.
He approaches his team as they are checking the wreckage.. "Hey anyone else get the number of that banshee, because now everything taste purple...and I wanna plant my foot in that Elites a**."

"Good to see you alive, Antony." He says before he hears the ODSTs request for help. He switches to the ODST channel before saying anything else."Roger, Delta. Request for backup confirmed by Spartan, Jhon-572, Shadow Team. You have back up on the way, Over." He said before switching to the open comms channel. "Come on Spartans, time to get moving, we have to go help some ODSTs," he said before lifting the other Shadow Team Spartan over his shoulder.

Elena grinned "Antony nice to know you aren't dead now I'm not stuck alone with Jhon" she said and laughed. "So little Jhon where are we going" she asked then checked to make sure she had her weapons loaded. No worries there. She smiled at the fact her explosives were not damaged what so ever and fallowed in front oh him.

"Roger that, Antony," He said before turning to Elena."We'll be moving up to the mountains over looking the Rho Quadrant, and if these ONI Agents are as good as they say they are, they will be here any minute." He said as he started to walk towards the mountains.

Elena smirked " Rodger that Jhon, Keep up tech. boy dont wanna loose you on the trip then i will be stuck with him and a passed out person." she said walking beside Jhon. "And maybe we can show those ONI agents a few tricks." she added and laughed at the thought.

Antony watches as the lights flare in the distance, emanating from some sort of fire fight. Even zooming in on his vizor he can only make out small distorted shapes moving haphazardly. "This day is already going to see worse ends if these guys don't have there sh*t tied on straight."
He gathers whats left of the portable equipment and slings it on, grabbing an ammo box before setting off after the others.

Deacon had racked his head fairly hard during the incident despite being strapped and belted into the Pelican's seat and had blacked out during his favorite part of any mission. The chaos..

He simply swam in a sea of darkness and muted sounds,barely aware of anything happening around him save for the constant,distant sound of speech in his ears and the slow thump of his rocking,slung over as he was, on his brother SPARTANs shoulder. Finally the fuzz and blackness receded,his feet hit a rock and he snapped back into the waking word.

"Shit," He said over the COMMs as he came to, "That was a helluva ride brothers...and sis,haha. It's alright to let me down now Captain."

He pulled himself off of the man and stood to his full height, which, coupled with his armor made him nearly ten foot tall. Rolling his shoulders and pushing his helmet back in it's propped place he looked around,a horrified look coming to his hidden face.

"My DMR! My rifle! Tell me you guys didn't leave them at the crash!", he said, desperation flooding his usually cool and calm voice as he turned to regard the other imploringly.

Jhon laughed,"You think we would leave your weapons for the Covenant? And besides the point, why do you think Antony here was carrying around another rifle." He said as he jerk his thumb towards Antony. Jhon pulled his own DMR around his shoulder before listening in on the ODST comms station. "By the sounds of it, it doesn't seem like we have much time left." He said before continuing onwards. It wasn't long before Jhon had to stop again though. "Covenant 12 O' clock, seems to be at least to full squads for brutes, their looking for us."He said, while zooming in his visor.

Elena grinned "Hey Jhon can I blow'em up?" she asked taking out a grenade "ya know you want to see them in a really good explosion!" she said appearing happy with her grenade. She smiled at him "I have so many more so can I please blow them up??" she asked

"Of course not...", Deacon said as he accepted his gear from Antony, "Thanks."

He locked his DMR over his back and caressed his rifle almost lovingly, making sure nothing had harmed it or even scuffed it. He was sufficiently satisfied as Jhons' and the others' voices drifted through his ears once more. He chuckled at Elena's bloodthristiness and knew how she could be.

So a company of Brutes were on their way? Good, that meant it was finally time to do what they were born, bred, trained, and engineered to do. Deacon loved it and knew of no better feeling than the recoil of his beloved weapon.

"I'll get a vantage point.", Deacon said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.

Without waiting for a response he dug his toes into the dirt and was off like a shot, his long legs and powerful form taking him up a nearby hill faster than most would believe, and quieter than any might expect.
Within moments he was hunkered down amongst some indigenous flora and unfolding the bi-pod mounted on the front of his gun. Silently he wished he could afford a cigarette as he sighted in their incoming quarry, and his first prey in far too long.

"You're correct Captain, at least ten targets in standard search formation...no leader however...perhaps a scouting party.", He whispered into his mic as he lined up his bead on a Brute's throat, "If that's the case then we have at least three more squads inbound, and perhaps two of their officers...I could take four out right now...just give the word and create a distraction so they don't spot me."

"Elena, get on the edge of that clif right there and you can go berserk. Deacon, when she gets there you are clear to open fire. After we take out this squad the other squads will probably be coming to assist so get back up to the hills ASAP. Do I make myself clear, Spartans?" He said before making his way over to one of the cliffs himself.

Elena grinned like a little kid who got his ice cream. "Thank you Jhon!!!" she said and skipped happily over to the cliffs where she chucked a grenade and watched the boom! She smiled at the panicking grunts while she hummed happily dangling her feet over the edge of the cliff. (OCC: not strange at all.))

As the commotion started, Antony could see bits of debris and brute fling past his position. Elena's grenade was on the mark as it scattered the whole group and they ran for cover in any direction they could find it. He lifted off his nee and started firing at there position as they moved about, flecking buck shot at any he got a bead on. As he predicted the one wearing the flight pack tried to make a move for his spot, but Antony prepared as he came up the rock face.
Flipping the shotgun in his hands he pulled it back like it was a baseball bat and when the brutes face came up over the ledge. Antony swung, HARD.. turning the brutes head almost completely around and made its lifeless body fly off in a random direction as the pack was still active. Quickly unhooking a grenade he tosses it off the side as he lowers down to his nee again and starts reloading with more shells from his belt.

His fellow SPARTANs made more than a good enough distraction to keep his position safe. The explosions set off by their grenades and the covering roars of the shotgun were a perfect cover and divergence.

He took a deep breath,and slowly slid his finger over the trigger, like a lover caressing his beloved. Then squeezed.

One-BOOM!

Two- BOOM!

Three- BOOOM!

Four- BOOOOM!

His four shot echoed out nearly in unison, as only a slight adjustment was made between each shot, and as each cried out, one Brute fell to ground, holding his throat as his life's blood sprayed from the exit wound. Another fell to it's knees and collapsed backwards, the better portion of his head having been blown away. The third simply spun as the .50 caliber round ripped through his chest and sent him tumbling down the hill. And the fourth let out a horrid wail, for the round had hit him in the stomach as he was turning, intestine and other entrails spilled out and the now silent and focused Deacon deftly reloaded.

"Captain...our allies need someone,you can obviously handle this, after all, what are a few squads of Brutes compared to us?", Deacon whispered into his mic as he recovered his spent magazine, "I'm going to help them, I'll radio if I see the other squads searching for us."

Always the loner, having gotten use to it from his sniper training, he, again, didn't wait for orders as he switched to his DMR and sprinted away.

Switching channels so the ODSTs could pick him up he said, "Stay in cover Helljumpers, This is SPARTAN-159 en route to provide support, ETA is mere moments."

As he finished the last, the sound of gunfire caught his ears, as well as all the shots and fire from the squads below. Deacon skidded to a halt and flattened himself, cresting a ridge in a stomach crawl, he got a clear view of the chaos.

He smiled.

He then replaced his DMR with his rifle once more,took sight and not a moment to soon. A feel squeezes of his trigger brought down a pair of suicide Grunts that were attempting to blow through his allied ODSTs' rally point.

"Alright, withdraw slowly...I'll cover you as well as I can, just don't do anything rash or stupid Helljumpers."

As the words left his mouth, a scuffing sound made Deacon take his eyes from the prize, only to find a Jackal with a beam rifle pointed at him. The thing yipped at him in it's own language,and Deacon only smiled...

"Roger that Deacon," Jhon said before another squad of Brutes rushed over. Jhon fired a few rounds at one of the brutes, it went down after about 12 shots. "BANSHESS!" Jhon yelled out before throwing himself on the ground just as three banshes passed over and shot plasma. Jhon looked up to see the spot that he was once standing at was now a smoldering pile of ash.

Elena took out her Anti-Vehicle Rocket (OOC: I shortened it) and started to aim it at the banshee "Yo Jhon try to get that banshee a little closer then it will be in pieces!" she ordered trying to aim at it but the banshee was a little to far away. "I wonder if the explosion will be purple?" she randomly questioned.

Antony jumped off the ledge and stomped directly on the head of a brute, cushioning his fall. He rolled of the body and blasted the final two brutes at close range only to be shot at by one of the banshee's as it banked around and came back. The craft screamed overhead riddling the entire area with plasma and when the smoke clears Antony is no where to be seen. The banshee turns to make another pass heading for the other spartan's but Antony shows himself having hidden under the corpse of a brute and flings a picked up plasma grenade at it. The grenade goes wide and latches on to on of the stabilizers and promptly explodes, sending the banshee plummeting to a wooded area crashing down nearby. Antony brings his hand up and points.. "Elena Banshee on your 6."

Elena turned around and looked at the banshee for a moment before smiling "Au revoir" (good bye) she said then shot it watching it explode in a purple haze. "Anything else you guys want me to explode?" she asked 'wow I love this job' she thought to herself grinning.

Antony watched as the last Banshee started circling away, gaining as much distance from the team as it could. He quickly grabbed a spike-shot from one of the brutes and started unloading it at the fleeing craft. But to no avail as the projectiles didn't have the power to break its plating after traveling so far.