[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Kairu]

Axlon: "They bought it, Boss Lady. I will do my best to remotely navigate the ship to their coordinates." Arman: "Good, Corporal. Everyone, hurry up on what you're doing and get ready to move." Everyone acknowledged Arman finishing up their tasks. The Clarity of Absolution began to move, regrouping and falling back with the ships it was assigned to. Arman turned from Sierra's dead body and faced the window. Arman: "Take us in, Mr. Axlon. Keep us close to the other ships as possible." Axlon: "You got it Boss Lady." The Clarity of Absolution continued to get closer until it was positioned in the center of the support fleet. Arman: "Everyone get ready to move. How's the self-destruct, Sergeant?" Robertson: "Almost ready. How long do you want it set?" Arman: "Just long enough to get us out of here safely." Robertson looked up to Cadieux. Robertson: "What do you think? Fifteen minutes?" Cadieux shrugged. She had no way of knowing how long it'd take them. Robertson messed with the console a couple more times and the countdown began to chime on the bridge. All consoles showing the countdown at 15:00 and a password prompt. Arman: "Axlon! Get this password in!" Axlon: "Already working on it, Boss Lady." One by one the symbols and characters showed up and the password was accepted. Arman: "Alright, let's move!" Fireteam Harmony left the bridge, b-lining straight to a hangar bay.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk flew back, as his back slammed against the concrete ledge of the rooftop. Nighthawk was against the edge of the building, as he looked at Furium. Nighthawk got back to his feet. Nighthawk made one comm call as he got back up. Nighthawk: Anaconda...I need you at my position pronto. I am in CQC with a War Chieftain...and I may need someone bigger to put this asshole down. As Nighthawk said this, he reached onto his belt and pulled out a grenade. Nighthawk pulled the pin on the grande, cooked it, and then tossed it right at Furium. The grenade exploded right in front of Furium, the resulting explosion caused the War CHieftain to stumble back. Nighthawk followed up his attack by once again taking aim with his Magnums and opening fire, trying to get the attention off of Athios and McKinley. Nighthawk: Common you son of a bitch. You want my head on your mantel..you are going to have to come and get it! Meanwhile: Burke watched the holotable, as the Covenant ships continued to move. Burke waited for the signal that his ODSTs were ready to give their lives. UNSC Comm Officer: SIr...I am getting a transmission from Fireteam Echelon. They are asking for final confirmation. Burke looked at the comm officer, and nodded. Burke: Light it up! Within moments of giving the order, the Covenant Assault Carrier that The King Raven ODSTs were on, began to explode from the inside out. It was not long before the Assault Carrier erupted into a massive explosion, as the ship broke in two. The shockwave sent out from the destroyed Assault Carrier rocked all the nearby Covenant ships, damaging their shields, and destroying all of the smaller support crafts that were nearby. The destruction of this Assault Carrier left a massive hold in the Covenant line that could be exploited to allow another assault vector which could put Covenant ships into a difficult to escape crossfire. The moment the large Assault Carrier exploded, Burke sent a transmission to the entire fleet. Burke: All ships...this is Commander Burke...we have manage to put a hole in the Covenant line. All ships...green light to engage...fire at will... With that order, the King Raven began to fire every single Archer pod that it was equipped with, cycling the fire pattern in such a way which would enable a constant attack on their designated target. Burke: Bring the MAC gun online...target the closest Covenant ship with no shields. Light them up with everything we have! Push these assholes back! Meanwhile: Tye and Anaconda had managed to secure the western approach of the Spaceport. Tye had nearly spent his entire ammo reserve, but he was nowhere near done. Anaconda, on the other hand, had received the call from Nighthawk. When he had heard the call from Nighthawk, he turned and looked at Tye. Anaconda: Can you handle things here by yourself? I need to go and save Nighthawk's life...again... Tye laughed, as he nodded. Tyber: I may head to the front lines...regroup with Jacob, and see if I can lend a hand out there. Anaconda nodded at this, as he darted off, putting his Hammer on his back, as he broke out into a full sprint. Tye, on the other hand, went to look for a resupply for his ammo before he went to hit the front lines. Meanwhile: Voro and his Spec-Op Elites were still far behind Covenant lines, as they had finally decided it was now time to advance forward, and finish off the assault. Voro: Brothers...I feel that NOW is the time to move forward, and show these mongrels how to achieve a victory. These Humans seem to be on the run...but the beasts just can put the Humans down for good. Let's show them how it is done! All of Voro's Spec-Op Elites began to cheer. One of the Spec-Op Elites in the back drew his energy blade, and raised it into the air. Spec-Op Elite: Brothers...to Vic- However, before the Elite could finish his sentence, he was cut off when something had jumped down from a room above, and came crashing down, crushing the Elite into the ground, killing him. Voro and all of the other Elites turned to see Cameron, standing over the dead Elite. Cameron: If you want victory over these Marines...you can start by trying to kill me. I can assure each and every single one of you...that you will NOT set one foot towards that Spaceport if you can't get by me... Cameron had his Assault Rifle pointed at the Elite. However, he knelt down and grabbed the energy blade of the Elite he had just crushed. Cameron held the blade in one hand, and his Assault Rifle in the other. Cameron: Come on...impress me... All of the Elites began to roar as they each drew their Energy Blades on at a time. Voro stood behind all of the ELites, and simply glared at Cameron.[COLOR=rgb(33, 88, 104)]\ [/COLOR]Voro: Very well Human...our first kill will be you...

[Hells Sniper]

Dangerus growled loudly as he stood from his chair. Brute: Chieftain! We've lost contact with the Harbinger of Observance and several support ships. Dangerus grunted. Dangerus: Signal the fleet to fire all main weapons... Before Dangerus could finish he was interrupted by another brute. Brute: The humans are about to break our lines...Chieftain, it will be very difficult for us to win this fight with so many other ships distracted. Dangerus growled. He did not want the humans to take this victory from him, but he also did not want to lose his entire fleet. Dangerus: Fire the main weapons now! The brutes nodded as did as ordered. On the human side of the Navy, Harrison had ordered his battle group and the entire fleet to follow the Burke's orders. Almost instantly after the Harbinger of Observance and the surrounding ships fell, the UNSC Navy retaliated with a barrage of MAC rounds from almost every ship capable. Following that were thousands of archer missile pods engulfing the Covenant fleet in a cross fire. Ship after ship was damaged, the Covenant only had a matter of seconds to respond. And respond they did, almost instantly, they began to exchange fire by firing their main weapons and plasma torpedoes. Within no time, the Covenant and UNSC fleet were in an all out engagement above San Angeles, with both sides losing ships. Meanwhile on the surface: Furium growled at Nighthawk and immediately charged at him. Leaving Athios and McKinley to their own torture. Furium ran at Nighthawk and slammed his hammer, blade side down, onto Nighthawk. Yet, Nighthawk dashed away just in time and Furium had felt his hammer hit the roof top. Before Nighthawk could respond to this, Furium removed a Mauler from his leg and fired it directly at Nighthawk as he tugged his hammer out of the ground. The first shot hit Nighthawk square in the chest and caused him to fall over. Using this to his advantage, Furium lifted his hammer from the ground and approached Nighthawk. On the rooftop, Athios grabbed McKinley with both arms and lifted him onto the roof top. McKinley groaned loudly as he fell onto it. Athios: You alright? McKinley shrugged. McKinley: Nothing I can't handle, Sarge. You get that brute, I'll cover you. Athios smiled and nodded. Wasting no time, he grabbed his weapon from the ground and began to fire his assault rifle at Furium's back. As soon as Furium turned to face him, a sniper shot rang out and hit him square in the face. His shield's however, held well. Furium growled. Furium: So, I must deal with these filth first. McKinley laughed. McKinley: Oh, I'm more than filth ya dumb brute! I'm Dirty fucking Joe! McKinley fired off another round from his sniper, combining with the fire of Athios' assault rifle. Furium's shields fell. Furium, however, took no time and charged the two marines. Furium could hear the shots of the assault rifle fly off his armor as he slammed his hammer down in front of Athios, causing him to fly wildly. McKinley then fired off his sniper, but to his surprise, the gun simply clicked. McKinley: Fuck fuck...I'm jammed! Furium grinned and ran at McKinley, he simply towered over him and grabbed McKinley by the throat with one hand. McKinley dropped the sniper and grabbed Furium's hand, trying to claw away. Furium: You're head will look just as good. McKinley spit in Furium's eyes. McKinley: Fuck you! Furium laughed and slammed his hammer into the ground, letting it stand there. Slowly, he removed his 13-inch blade from his shoulder. He brought the blade up to McKinley's throat. McKinley knew what was coming as he saw Athios shake his head trying to regain his balance. Over the radio, he contacted Suicide Squad. McKinley: To the end and back Suicide Squad. McKinley felt the cold steel touch his neck as Furium grinned. His white eye, and that fucking scar starring McKinley in the face. McKinley: Don't let this fucker take all of my dignity.. The Suicide Squad could hear everything he was saying, they all stopped firing and just simply listened to their comms. Athios, on the other hand tried to go for his sniper, but he was still dazed. McKinley: Bring me Honor...Under the Sword! With that, Athios watched as Furium slashed at McKinley's head. The blade went clean through, as McKinley's head fell to the rooftop, his body going limp. Furium laughed and dropped the body afterwards. He turned around to see Athios and Nighthawk preparing themselves. Athios: McKinley is down. I repeat McKinley is down... Athios looked over to Nighthawk as he grabbed his weapon. He hoped he had a better plan than his. Right below, the firefight was continuing. Several brutes and grunts continued to pour over the perimeter. Jacob was on the side, near a few marines, and were laying down a cross fire to the other brutes. Jacob: Head shots only boys...bring these apes down! The marines continued to fire, Jacob, their Captain, was still leading them, or at least trying to lead whatever was left of the perimeter guard. On the other side, Jacob knew Carmicle and the others were fighting, he couldn't let them down. Carmicle, Limos, Troy, and the Cross siblings had been engaged by at least a dozen brutes on their corner and were under heavy fire. Paul and Jaclyn were furious and were simply raging at any brute that got too close, one of their fellow squad members, and the youngest at that, had just died. They would avenge him the only way they knew how. Carmicle: Troy! Suppressing fire! Limos, arm your nades. Troy began to rapidly fire his assault rifle, as Limos threw two grenades into the brutes. The brutes yelled out some things in their native tongue, and simply kicked the grenades away, they exploded a good five feet from any brute. Troy: We can't keep this up! Troy took cover as he reloaded his assault rifle. Jaclyn: No we cannot! The brutes began to converge on their position rapidly, moving faster than ever. They all knew what was about to happen, they would have to engage in CQC...with brutes. But before the brutes got close, their radio was filled with heavy metal music. Folee: Someone order roasted brute? To their surprise, Folee came in on a mongoose, using the turned over warthog as a ramp. He drove up it and at the apex, hopped off the mongoose and fired two rockets into the crowd of brutes. The brutes didn't expect an aerial attack of any kind, as the first one killed at least three, the second one killed another two and wounded several others. Folee threw away the rocket and as he landed, he rolled forward and into cover. The mongoose kept going, hitting a wounded brute in the face and breaking it's neck. Folee removed his shotgun from his back and then began to fire it at the wounded brutes. Folee: We've got some more marines coming from the Southern line, but I thought I'd try to bring the party here first. The Cross siblings both smiled and began to fire on the wounded brutes out in the open, Carmicle and the others followed suit.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk watched as Furium dropped McKinley's decapitated corpse to the rooftop ground. It was at that moment that he was reminded at how utterly brutal Brutes could be, and how merciless they actually were. Nighthawk thought for a moment, staring at Furium. As he did, Nighthawk could hear Anaconda over his comm link. Anaconda: Hold on...I am almost there. Nighthawk knew he had to buy a bit of time. Nighthawk looked at Athoios, and extended his hand, as if telling Athios to move back. However, Nighthawk kept his eye's locked on Furium. Nighthawk: Alright Brute...so it is obvious that you are not afraid to kill people using weapons. You have made that very clear. However...I have YET to see you actually do it with your bare hands. There is no way you can have ANY self respect if you can't kill someone with your bare hands. Quite frankly...I don't think you have the guts to put the Hammer and the knives aside...and kill someone the old fashioned way. So...come on...me and you...one on one...nothing but our knuckles...unless you don't have the balls to do it. It wouldn't surprise me if you refused. AFter all...it would only prove that you have the flacid and holo spine of an Elite, and the yellow-belly cowerdice of a Grunt. Nighthawk was very condescending in his tone, trying to be as insulting and as cutting as he could. He wanted to try and goat Furium into a hand to hand fight. Meanwhile: The King Raven and the rest of the UNSC Navy continued to push forward against The Covenant fleet. Both sides were getting hit hard by opposing fire. UNSC Operations Officer: SIr...we have taken multiple hits to our super structure. We have hull breaches on multiple decks, and some of our emergency bulkheads are not responding. We are venting atmosphere. Burke: Evacuate the surrounding areas and seal them off! Burke looked at the holotable. He could see the UNSC pushing forward, and the Covenant not falling back. Burke was worried that he may have underestimated the resolve of The Covenant, and their desire to keep orbital supremacy. He looked for any possible way to try and turn the tide of the battle. Burke then took a good, long look at the Covenant Command ship - The Perilous Avenger - and then had an idea. Burke: All ships...this is Commander Burke. Triangulate all fire onto the following ship... Burke sent a message out to the entire UNSC Fleet which painted a target on The Perilous Avenger. Burke: I believe that THIS vessel is the Covenant Command Ship. If we put all fire on this target, we can either destroy it, or even possibly force it to break off, which could effectively break the Covenant fleet's cohesion. Meanwhile: Cameron watched as the Spec-Ops he was face to face with began to move forward, and even charge hi, several at a time. Cameron held his Assault Rifle in his hand, as he dodge the swipes of the Energy Blades coming at him. With every Elite that charged at Cameron, and missed in their attempt to cut him down, Cameron used the energy blade that he had taken, to cut that Elite down, either by impaling the Elite, or slashing him across the throat. Cameron also used his size and he wieght to his advantage by body checking Elites that got to close to his left side, effectively nocking them back, and onto the ground. Cameron's one saving grace was that only so many Elites could approach him at one time and that was dude to the fact that they were in an enclosed alleyway, as opposed to a wide open area. This allowed for much more manageable numbers for Cameron to fight at any given time. Voro watched as one by one, his Elites fell to the ground, dead, all cut down by Cameron. Voro was both furious, and impressed by the level of skill that had been displayed by Cameron in the process of killing his entire team of Special-Operation Elites. It was not long, however, before it was just Voro and Cameron, staring at each other. Voro: I must admit...for a Human, you demonstrate exceptional skill with the blade.You must be a swordsman! Only an expert swordsman could demonstrate such ability. Cameron: No...I am no swordsman. I am a Spartan. Your Elites were swordsman...and now they are dead swordsman. You are also a swordsman...and you are also about to be a dead swordsman. Voro scoffed. He wasted no time in drawing both of his energy blades, and charging Cameron with a zeal that put the Elites that Cameron had just killed, to shame. This caught Cameron off guard, as he did not expect this sort of flat-out ferocity from an Elite. Despite that, Cameron simply raised his Assault Rifle, and began to fire it at Voro, slowly blasting away the shields that protected the Spec-Ops Commander.

[Hells Sniper]

Furium grunted. He looked at Nighthawk and growled very loudly. Furium: You want hand to hand? Furium grunted and grabbed his carbine from his back, he threw it to the side. He began to walk towards Nighthawk, tossing his mauler to the side as well. Furium grinned. Furium: Back to the way of the Ancients... Furium ran at Nighthawk, charging directly at him. Athios had backed down and retreated into cover. Yet, Furium continued his charge, and when Nighthawk tried to roll out of the way, Furium slammed his foot down in his path. Nighthawk crashed into Furium's leg, and Furium simply grabbed him by the throat. Furium: Pitiful. Slowly, Furium began to squeeze. On the ground below, Jacob saw Folee land in the middle of the field and began to take out many of the brutes he just wounded. Jacob smiled, he heard the announcement of Southern reinforcements, and slowly, more and more soldiers began to arrive. Jacob: Alright boys and girls, let's push these gorillas into their trees again! Jacob broke from cover and unloaded his assault rifle on the closest brute, the bullets ran into his entire body and he fell to the ground, dead. Jacob smiled and reloaded his assault rifle, he could tell the brutes were being worn down. Across the field, he saw Carmicle and the others forcing forward into the brutes and grunts. All six of them broke from cover and came out shooting. The brutes became overwhelmed by the sheer amount of force causing them to retreat into cover. The marines were finally starting to turn the ground when suddenly, two banshees flew overhead. Plasma bombs came into the middle of the field of marines, causing everyone to scatter. At the same time, three ghosts flew over the perimeter and began shooting at any marines out of cover. Mainly, this was Carmicle and the crew he was with. Jacob: Covering fire! Carmicle, get your men back into cover! Carmicle nodded and lifted up Troy, who was blown back by the banshees. He pushed him into cover and then turned around and began to fire wildly at the brutes who started coming out of cover. Limos, who was guarding Paul and Jaclyn, was firing his assault rifle at any brutes who came into cover. The brutes continued to fire however, and Limos was pushed into cover as a barrage of spikes flown at him. Limos: Cross' get into cover! The Cross siblings nodded and began to move backwards, Paul was firing off as many rounds as he could, but he couldn't hold the brutes back. A few of the brutes charged at the Cross siblings, but before they arrived Limos broke from cover. Limos: Let's go you apes! Limos fired off his SMG, hoping to disperse the brutes. He hadn't realized that the marines on the other side, Jacob and the marines he was with, had stopped firing at the brutes on their end, they were instead focusing on the ghosts charging their perimeter. Limos hadn't realized this, and then soon realized he was one of the only ones firing on the brutes. When his clip ran dry, he knew what was about to happen. Limos: Oh fuck... The two brutes who had charged at the Cross' now turned their attention to Limos, they both charged at him. Limos had little time to react as both of the brutes crashed into him and sent him flying into the sandbags set up on the perimeter. One of the brutes grabbed him by his helmet and sent a hard punch to his center of mass, causing him to fly into the air. The brute threw Limos across the area and sent him feet first into the warthog. Limos hit the warthog hard, and a loud snapping could be heard by any marine who was near him. Jacob knew he was the closest and immediately ran over to Limos. Jacob: Cover me! Jacob grabbed Limos by the scruff and began to drag him into cover. Concurrently: Dangerus watched as his ships began to return fire, but many began to lose shields and he saw their hulls begin to tear up. Suddenly, terminals across his bridge began to beep. Brute: Chieftain, many large human ships have a weapons lock on us! Our shields may not hold! Dangerus grunted. Dangerus: Full power to the shields! Dangerus sighed, he knew he would not be able to hold the line, and he knew it was already faltering. He would let the humans have this victory... Dangerus: Signal the fleet to fall back to the far side of the planet! We have lost too much, and I will not sacrifice anymore. The brutes nodded and began to send out the signal. As the Perilous Avenger began to turn and retreat with the rest of the fleet, it was hit by several MAC cannons and archer missiles, causing it's shielding to fail and for the archer missiles to hit it's hull. Brute: Hull breaches all around. We are venting... Dangerus: Signal the Bloodied Solace to cover our rear...we cannot last much longer. A Covenant Corvette immediately moved into position behind the Perilous Avenger and began to cover it, firing plasma torpedoes at the incoming archer missiles. Slowly, the entire Covenant fleet began to disengage. Meanwhile: Harrison watched as the Covenant fleet began to flee. He smiled, Burke's plan of action worked, as the Covenant were weak. Yet, he also knew his fleet was just as weak. They had taken back this side of the planet as the Covenant were retreating to the far side of it. He knew operations on the ground could begin a lot sooner. Harrison: We have them on the run! Fire your Shiva missiles! Destroy the ones retreating! The UNSC Navy continued to exchange fire between themselves and the Covenant, but Covenant ships were always faster, and soon they were out of weapon's range for a lot of the UNSC ships. Harrison: All support ships continue to engage, keep them fleeing. Any ships that are badly damaged fall back and begin repairs. Harrison looked at the hologram of VI. VI: I handled most of the damage on the ship, Admiral. We have minor hull breaches on our starboard side, and several decks are leaking. I have already ordered an evacuation, and engineering teams are already on the damages. Harrison nodded. They had dealt a riveting blow to the Covenant.

[Kairu]

As Fireteam Harmony continued to fight their way out of the Clarity of Absolution, Axlon periodically monitored the self-destruct timer. As they entered the hangar, the team was in a large firefight. Enemies were closing in from all sides, surrounding Harmony into a small group. Robertson: "Anyone got a good idea?" The team continued shooting in every direction, killing anything getting too close. Axlon: "I can think of a few, but we'd need to do this perfectly in order for it to work right." Arman: "What's our time?" Axlon looked at the PDA which showed a large set of red numbers. SELF-DESTRUCT INITIATED 2:13 REMAINING Axlon: "About two minutes, Boss Lady." Arman: "Whatever you're going to do, do it Corporal!" Axlon: "First let's move to one of these phantoms!" The team kept their backs facing the hangar bay shields as they continued to shoot. They had shifted with their backs to a phantom. Axlon: "Private Cadieux, get on board, lock the docking clamps and seal the ship. Keep it pressurized." Robertson: "Are you going to do, what I think you are?" Axlon: "If you mean depressurize the hangar bay, then yes! Everyone seal your helmets and maglock your boots!" Fireteam Harmony did just that as they continued to shoot at their closest targets. Axlon pressed furiously at his PDA the countdown still looming in the corner. 1:15 REMAINING Very suddenly, the barriers on the hangar doors opened. Anything that wasn't locked down began venting into space. Axlon let this continue for another few seconds ensuring an easy and cleaner getaway. He pressed a button on the PDA which began repressurizing the hangar. He looked at the countdown again and made it the top alert. 54 SECONDS REMAINING Axlon: "No more time, everyone! Time to leave!" Fireteam Harmony boarded the same phantom Cadieux had secured. When everyone was on board, she relinquished her seat to Axlon, the one with the most familiarity with the tech. He fired up the phantom and it began to skip all pre-flight checks. 18 SECONDS REMAINING Axlon: "Dammit there's no time!" Axlon slammed his fist on the console and the phantom skipped all diagnostics. He was eyeballing the countdown every few seconds. Axlon: "Strap in everyone! This is going to be close!" The phantom began whizzing off, leaving the ship just as the countdown stopped. 00:00 REMAINING SELF-DESTRUCT IN PROGRESS The phantom didn't even make it 100 meters out of the Clarity of Absolution when the ship began to explode. Bits and pieces from the ship scattered everywhere, either damaging or destroying ships and objects in its path. The phantom Harmony was on was doing its best to stay ahead of the explosion, but the chain reaction and debris soon engulfed the phantom, causing systems to fail. Axlon: "Hang on! We're going down!" The phantom soon descended down towards San Angeles below. Axlon was doing his best to keep the phantom level, as he began altering the trajectory towards Carver. Axlon sat in the pilot seat, hoping that they all wouldn't die in the crash, otherwise escape was a waste of time. However, he held hope, hope that a Human squad would investigate before the Brutes. Cadieux watched San Angeles creep closer rather quickly and she thought how ironic her first real assignment was the one she died on. STILL IN ORBIT With the Clarity of Absolution blowing another hole in the Covenant fleet, Reynolds quietly cheered on his team. He immediately began radioing anyone from Harmony. Reynolds: "Master Sergeant Arman, this is Captain Reynolds, please come in." Arman's voice was broken by static and the sound of the phantom being ripped apart as it continued its descent. Arman: "Captain, we're escaped on a phantom and plummeting towards the planet. Mission successful. We lost Staff Sergeant Sierra on board, but we picked up Calhoun from Fireteam Zanzibar. Make our victory count Sir." The line filled with the crashing and cut out shortly after. Reynolds looked out the window as the trail of smoke began to dissipate against San Angeles' beautiful blue and green. Reynolds: "Alright, open fire on the new hole! Let's make this count! Any ship with their shields down, take them down!" Anderson: "But Sir, Commander Burke ordered ships to triangulate on the command ship." Reynolds: "I know what the orders are, but I am NOT going to let their mission go to waste. We have a chance to further reduce the Covenant fleet, and I'm taking it! Any other objections will be noted in my report." Everyone on board was quiet, fearful to speak out. However, the Mind's Attrition directed it's fire at the new Covenant hole, destroying the several other crippled ships left behind by Fireteam Harmony.

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: ODST Black Team was still on The Perilous Avenger. They had managed to neutralize the last of the ODST Squads that Harrison had sent over. Black 2: I don't know if any of you guys have noticed...but this ship has been shaking a lot. Black 1: Chances are the ship is under attack by The UNSC. Based on the amount of jolts this thing has taken, I would assume the entire fleet is shooting at us and/or targeting us. Black 1 paused. Black 1: It is a pretty shitty feeling know that at any second, the corridor you could be walking down suddenly explodes and your ass gets blown out into space...assuming you survive the breach process. Black 3 hefted his Sniper Rifle in discomfort. Black 1: But hey...we die doing what we love...right? Black 2: Speak for yourself Jonas. I like living. Black 1 looked over at Black 4, who was in the process of disarming a bomb that was strapped to the main reactor.. Black 1: How is it coming over there? Black 4: The triggering mechanism is fused, and I cannot stop the countdown. However, I am very close to releasing the mag locks that are holding this bomb to the chassis of the main reactor. Black 1: How long? Black 4: I dunno... Black 1 rolled his eyes and sighed. He then looked around, as he felt a very slight shift of the ship. Black 1: Do you guys feel that? This ship is breaking off. It has altered course. That shift was just enough to indicate a full turn about. Black 3: Yeah...I felt it as well. Black 4: I didn't...because I am not paying enough attention to the surrounding area to notice. Just as Black 4 said this, the bomb detached itself from the chassis of the reactor. Black 4 caught it before it hit the ground. Black 4: Got it. Black 1 turned again and looked at Black 4. Black 1: How much time is left on that thing? Black 4: 75 Seconds. Black 1: Alright. We are going to take that bomb, and get it as far away from this room as possible. AT the 15 second mark, we drop it and run like hell! From here, we haul ass to the nearest Hanger Bay. Go go go! Black 1 nodded. He then gave the signal for Black Team to move out. Each member of Black Team, save for Black 4, had their weapons up, as they ran out of the main engine room of The Perilous Avenger. They began to run through the corridors, as fast as they could, trying to get to the nearest hanger bay. Black 2 was leading the group, as he was most familiar with the the layout of the ship, and the paths that they had taken. Black Team kept moving, eventually coming up to a 3 way junction. Black 2 looked around, and then turned to Black 1. Black 2: We can go two ways from. Straight ahead is the fastest route, and left is a detour. Black 1: Straight. However, just as Black 1 said this, a large pack of Brutes came down the corridor from straight ahead. All of the Brutes growled in unison, as they wasted no time in opening fire. Black 1: Left! Each member of Black Team ducked a bit as they broke off and went left. Black 4, however, once turning the corner, stopped, and looked at the bomb he was carrying. Black 3 stopped, and turned to Black 4. Black 3: What the hell are you doing? Black 4: Disposing of this bomb... Black 4 reactivated the magnetic locks on the bomb once more. He then turned the corner, and looked down the corridor that the Brutes were running down. Black 4 took a step backwards, as he tossed the bomb down the corridor as hard and as fast as he could. The bomb whirled down the hallway, eventually locking onto the armor of one of the Brutes in front of the pack. Black 4: Enjoy the gift boys...its all yours! Black 4 then turned the corner and darted off and attempted to catch up with Black Team. The Brutes, on the other hand, saw the bomb. The Brute that had the bomb strapped to his armor, tried to pull it off, eventually managing to successfully pull it off. However, the security locks on the bomb immediately dropped the countdown to 0:00 when the magnetic lock had been broken, thus resulting in an immediate and premature detonation of the explosive device. Black Team could hear the explosion, even though they had taken off running. Black 4 laughed when he heard it go off. Black 4: The idiot tried to pull it off his armor. That is priceless! Black Team stopped at another junction, this time it was a 4 way junction. Black 2: We go right. That will put us back on track for the hanger bay. Meanwhile: Nighthawk felt Furium's hand around his neck, squeezing. Nighthawk, however, didn't try to break loose. He simply spoke to Furium. Nighthawk: Your mother must be so proud of you...knowing how WELL...you can physically assault somone who is half your size and a 10th of your weight. Nighthawk scoffed. Nighthawk: Well...I am happy for you...cause, I can assure you...my mother has NOTHING to be proud of me for...because I am three things, and three things only... Nighthawk paused. Nighthawk: An asshole...a liar...and a cheater, and you are about to see how well I can cheat. Just as Nighthawk said this, Anaconda charged onto the roof, and roared. Anaconda wasted no time, as he charged at Furium, and body checked the War Chieftain as hard as he could. The force of impact caused Nighthawk and Furium to fly in separate directions. Furium slide acorss the roof, while NIghthawk rolled as he hit the ground. However, Nighthawk got back to one knee, as he looked at Anaconda, and pointed at Furium. Nighthawk: Keep that son of a bitch busy for the next few minutes! Anaconda, gave a look to Nighthawk, then a look back at Furium. Anaconda growled as he glared at Furium, who was unarmed due to Nighthawk's deception and trickery. Nighthawk then turned to Athios. Nighthawk: You are dismissed soldier. We can handle the War Chieftain. Get down there and help your friends. Meanwhile: Cameron and Voro had engaged in combat. Voro lunged at Cameron, slashing both of his blades, but Cameron took a more defensive approach, favoring evasion and dodging until he could find a better avenue for attack. This went on for a few minutes, before Cameron was able to get the jump on Voro. Voro had inadvertently exposed his right side, which allowed Cameron to fire the rest Assault Rifle clip into Voro's side. When Cameron's Assault Rifle had run dry, he swung the rifle and stuck VOro as hard as he could with the rifle, causing Voro to stumble, injuring the Elite in the process. However, Voro quickly recovered, as he spun around and swung his blade with a tremendous amount of force. Cameron raised his single blade to block both of Voro's blades, but the force of impact from both of Voro's blades had managed to slash right through Cameron's blade, destroying it in the process. Voro scoffed, as he laughed at Cameron. Voro: How are you going to defend yourself now...SPARTAN? Cameron moved back. As he did, he reloaded his Assault Rifle, with little more than quick motions of his hands. Cameron: Like this... Cameron took aim at Voro once again, and pulled the trigger down on his Assault Rifle, going into full auto, as he fired the entire clip into Voro's shields. Voro charged through the fire, fully intent on slashing Cameron down, but before Voro could get close enough, his shields broken down, and Voro took several rounds in his torso. This caused Voro to stumble back. This time, it was Cameron who charged forward, as he slammed the butt of his Assault Rifle into Voro's head and chest multiple times, in a very strategic pattern.

[Kairu]

Fireteam Harmony's phantom continued flying downwards, closing in on the city of Carver. From their height and angle, everyone on board watched the fighting for the spaceport. The phantom was now increasing so fast in velocity that altering it would be virtually impossible. The phantom sped through the sky leaving a trail of black smoke, marking the angle and trajectory to its point of impact. The phantom soon found itself about to dive through a large building on a quieter part of the city. Arman had radioed apprising Reynolds of the update and their inevitable fate. Arman: "Captain, we've escaped on a phantom and plummeting towards the planet. Mission successful. We lost Staff Sergeant Sierra on board, but we picked up Calhoun from Fireteam Zanzibar. Make our victory count Sir." The phantom collided with the building. Most of the phantom's hull absorbed the damage, allowing the spacecraft to plow through the first building causing it to collapse from the weight. The phantom continued to plow through another building, effectively destroying that one too. The friction and resistance of force quickly slowed down the phantom for the third building to stop the craft. Fireteam Harmony had finally crashed at the farther end of Carver.

[Hells Sniper]

Furium grunted. He stood upwards. Furium: And the brute shows his face. Furium growled loudly as he turned to face Anaconda. He saw Nighthawk behind him, and a few seconds later saw Athios dash across the roof and down to the lower levels. Furium began to walk sideways, trying to get to his hammer a few feet away. Furium: Let us see how he fights. Furium grinned. Meanwhile: Jacob dropped Limos behind cover and began to fire at the brutes once more. He knew Limos wasn't in good shape, something somewhere in his body had snapped, broke, or done something bad. Jacob only hoped Limos could hold on until they could push the brutes back. Jacob looked above him and suddenly saw a phantom speeding across the city, a trail of black smoke behind it. Jacob wondered what it was, they had no anti-air and the phantom sure as hell looked like it was coming from out of atmosphere, not landing troops. Jacob shook his head as ghosts began to fire on his position, he refocused on the battle in front of him. Jacob: Focus on the ghosts! Jacob yelled out as he fired his assault rifle at the nearest ghost, killing the driver and causing the ghost to fly forward into a support beam for the building. The ghost hit the beam at an incredible speed as the building teetered, but did not fall. Jacob turned to see Athios running out of the building, firing his weapon. Jacob: Sergeant, status? Athios: Nighthawk and Anaconda are handling that brute! Jacob: Roger that! Alright marines, let's secure this perimeter, nothing else gets through, push em back! Jacob and the marines near him began to unload their weapons on the ghosts, causing the two of them to explode from the sheer amount of bullets hitting the engines. On the other side, Jacob could see Carmicle, Troy, Folee and the Cross' siblings firing their weapons back at brutes, who were relatively dug in. Jacob was unsure of how well they could hold the line, but eventually he could hear more and more marines running up to the perimeter. Jacob looked across the area once more and saw the Cross' making a dash to the warthog. They ran across the field, as brutes began to fire on them, but eventually, both made it into cover. Jacob watched Paul reach in Jaclyn's pack and pick out C4. He started rigging the warthog in front of them to blow. Jacob smiled, he saw a pack of brutes head towards the warthog. He knew what they were planning.

[Erex]

Sergei and the remnants of Havoc squad pushed facing intense opposition. Sergei: This is sergei we are in visual range of the spaceport we are taking immense fire! Sergei looks up at rooftop. Sergei: Commander Vernette watchout there are snipers on rooftop. Sergei gives the orders to Havoc squad to take cover. They hid inside a building behind a window using the windowsill as a barricade. Ace: Not one of your smartest orders big guy. Sergei: We don't have a choice. Ace: I know I know. Hey come and get grunt! A grunt turns about face and attacks starts to shoot, Ace kneels down and shoots at the uggnoy and tells sergei to cover him while he went and got ammo. Sergei: This is Sergei, we are going to try to push back into the spaceport please watch your fire and if you see us please give us support! Lets make a run for it! Sergei and Havoc jump out of the building and charge in full sprint, as Sergei outruns the ODST's he pushes the Covenant aside. He then took aim and opened fire on a Elite shooting it in the back of the head watching it drop to the ground and he continued to push them back. Meanwhile Marine: Sir look a Spartan. The marine opens fire trying to shoot a path for the spartan while not watching his aim he accidentally shot Sergei in the gut where his bodyglove was puncturing it. The spartan kept charging forward with ODST's shooting.